Copyright © 1997, Angel Starr, ALL Rights Reserved Clayton's Children Book 1: Katy (MMMmbbFFfgggg[mix-n-match], inc, cons) By Clayton Copyright © 1997, Clayton, All Rights Reserved Permission is given to freely distribute this document electronically, providing the entire document is preserved substantially intact, including the disclaimer and introduction, and no monies, beyond normal board or site membership charges, are charged for its distribution. (Ken Nestle, this means you.) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No illegal activity described herein was carried out, this document details fantasies that took place late at night when I was alone in bed. I firmly believe that no fifteen minutes of pleasure is worth the innocence of a child. Besides, I derive much pleasure from the company of children, playing with them or simply watching them at play, I am not going to risk this for any momentarily heightened sense of pleasure. If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got to tell you to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says you're going to ignore me, so don't blame me if you go blind, your parents find you in possession of this document or your cum causes your space bar to stop working. If this type of material is illegal in your city, state, country, then see above, substituting "law enforcement agency" in place of "parents". If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or any other such control group then read on, my aim is to offend you as much as possible. People like you who would force others to fit your narrow minded little world views are a blight upon the landscape. My personal philosophy is that of "Rational Anarchy" ie. anyone should feel free to do as they please such that their actions do not adversely impact on the lives of others. Introduction: Primus - The origin of the title: Over the years I have found myself looking after a large number of children, many of whom have at one time or another developed severe crushes on me. As time went by I discovered that I enjoyed their company more and more, often I found myself with them, discussing the intricacies of the Transformers, comparing various superheros against one and other, and spending less time with their parents. Finally someone remarked that the children might as well be mine. And so my Clayton's children came to be, "The child you're having when you're not having a child." Secundus - This is a story of make believe, it describes what might have been in a very different world. If you feel an uncontrollable desire to carry out the activities described in this type of story, the stop reading now and seek professional help. Tertius - You might find this story to be a little long winded for your tastes and too much prose separating the 'Rumpety, Pumpety'. Well too bad, I'm starting to get just a little sick of those stories in which the narrator has their partner undressed by the third paragraph, has them orgasming in the fifth and is working on their second encounter or their next partner by the tenth. Quatrius - I hope you find my choice of phrasing to be an improvement over some recent stories that I have seen in the newsgroups, these stories appear to have been written either cut and paste or by an AI. If the former then shame on you and if the latter then I commend you and urge you to improve your algorithm to include more descriptive phrases and less repetition. Clayton's Children Book 1: Katy By Clayton CHAPTER 1 - A DISAPPOINTMENT AND A PLEASANT SURPRISE. CHAPTER 2 - A WALK IN THE BUSH. CHAPTER 3 - A NIGHT TO REMEMBER. CHAPTER 4 - HOME ALONE? CHAPTER 5 - IN LOCO PARENTIS. CHAPTER 6 - THE NEXT MORNING. CHAPTER 7 - APRES LE DELUGE. CHAPTER 8 - SLAVE FOR AN HOUR. CHAPTER 9 - REVELATIONS. CHAPTER 10 - THE LAST NIGHT. CHAPTER 11 - POOR UNCLE LIAM. CHAPTER 12 - HOMECOMING. CHAPTER 13 - INTRODUCING MARA. CHAPTER 14 - SHERRY'S INDISCRETION. CHAPTER 15 - A SPANKING. CHAPTER 16 - MARA AND CHLOE. CHAPTER 17 - CHLOE'S STORY. CHAPTER 18 - SPANK ME. PLEASE. CHAPTER 19 - SHOPPING FOR MARA. CHAPTER 20 - MEATING THE NEIGHBOURS. CHAPTER 21 - MOVIE MOGULS. CHAPTER 22 - PIXIE. AUTHOR'S NOTE. Chapter 1 - A DISAPPOINTMENT AND A PLEASANT SURPRISE. It was just after I had finished high school and my mother and I took a holiday on my uncle's property on the Queensland coast. I had been told a fair bit about the place, since my mother had vacationed there before and I was looking forward to spending long days lounging on sandy beaches and swimming in the waters of the tropics. Well you can imagine my surprise when we arrived and I discovered that while technically on the coast, the nearest salt water was all mangrove estuary and the nearest accessible beach was some 20 km away and shingle to boot. The sandy beaches did exist but one had to drive to them and I didn't have a drivers license. I would get to visit these beaches but only on shopping days. I felt more than a little cheated by this lack of beaches but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. The first morning I explore the property which is about 10 hectares, about half of it covered by thick scrubby bush and prickly pear cactus. Behind the my uncles land is a cattle station of about four thousand hectares. There's a dam on the property and I think well at least I can swim, however when I reach it I discover that the recent rains have washed out one of the walls and it consists of about five inches of very hot water over about 10 inches of mud. By this time I am feeling really pissed off, here I am 25 km from the nearest town, even smaller than the hell hole where I live, and 45 km from anywhere decent and the beaches with the bikini clad bathing beauties. Shit, it was starting to look like I had gotten a raw deal in birthday/Christmas presents, four weeks in the bush, nowhere to go and nothing to do. I say words to this effect over lunch, and my uncle tells me that he'll take me to visit a neighbour's property after lunch where I could at least swim and have some young company. Lunch ended, my uncle, mother and I pile into his little Suzuki 4WD and drive over to visit the neighbours. When we get there I look the place over. The house is a converted stockman's hut raised about three meters off the ground, on a mixture of timber piles and concrete block pillars, underneath there is a small room, also of concrete blocks, with a twisted steel door that looks to have been blown half off it hinges. There are the beginnings of walls and piles of building materials stacked underneath. An aluminium caravan is parked to nearby. I ask my uncle about the little room and he explained, "That's their battery room, lightning hit their solar panels in recent storm, and the batteries exploded. They were very lucky as they had only just finished it. A week earlier and the explosion would have killed them, acid went everywhere." Going up the stairs and onto the verandah, we meet the O'Conner family and are invited in. Inside the house there is a kitchen with a wood stove, and kerosene fridge, beyond is a lounge with beautiful antique bookcases, the rest of the furniture is shabby but comfortable looking. An open door off the lounge leads into a bedroom with a king-size bed. My uncle introduces me to the O'Conners and I discover just how young my company is to be, luckily I've always gotten on better with people younger than myself but this was to be the biggest age gap yet. First there's the father James, in his mid forties, about 6 foot, dark hair, skinny as a rake, with a short beard, the mother Jane, again in her mid forties and about five foot eight. She has long dark blonde hair and is about ten kilos overweight, her skin is tanned to a rich coffee brown. The children are Jimmy; twelve years old, four foot six, short hair the same colour as his mother's and looking as obnoxious as only a twelve year old can. His sister Katy is nine ("Almost ten" she informs me indignantly.). She is about four feet tall and almost as skinny as her father, with Nordic blonde hair, blue eyes, faded blue shorts two sizes too large and an old white T-shirt that looked like it belonged to her father. I'm pissed all over again, not even any 'scenery' to look at. After the introductions and a quick cup of tea my uncle and mother return to his house, him to go to sleep, as he was on night shift and my mother to go horse riding with one of the stockmen. The kids go into the caravan, where they apparently sleep, to get changed into their bathers while I go down to the dam to have a look at what looked like my only entertainment for most of the next four weeks. When I get a look at it I see the first good luck of my holiday. It's about thirty meters long and about fifteen wide, at one end there's a small grass covered island about six meters across with a weeping willow in the middle and a pole with a small diving platform jutting from it at the other. Dropping drop my towel onto an old cable drum nearby, I strip off my T- shirt and stepping out of my thongs I start to wade into the water. From behind me, there comes a yell of "Wait!", I turn and the kids are running towards me, Jimmy is wearing a ratty pair of denim cutoffs belted with a piece of rope and Katy has on a black one piece. As they get closer I think to myself 'Shit, where do these people shop for clothes, the Salvo's.' Katy's suit is several sizes too large and gapes at every opening. (I later learn that the family are eco-nuts and spends nearly all of their money on the property, clearing the regrowth scrub and buying and planting rain forest trees.) The kids come pelting up to me and Katy grabs my hand, dragging me around to the end of the dam where a log is laid out over the water to the diving platform and leads me out to it. "C'mon Jimmy, get over here." she calls. When he arrives she tells me to wrap my right arm about the pole, which extends about twelve feet above the platform, and hang on to my right hand with my left, she then instructs Jimmy to climb up and stand on my shoulders. Once she has us arranged to her satisfaction she climbs up our bodies, standing in the crook of my left arm and placing her left foot on my shoulder, as she does this the leg of her suit gapes even further and there is her little cunt only inches from my eyes. Sproing, instant hardon and I start to think that this holiday wouldn't be so bad after all. In this position the outer lips of her pussy are pulled wide open and her clit, which was anything but little, peeks out from between her shell pink inner lips. An instant like eternity later, she lifts her other foot up and clambers up her brother to stand on his shoulders, looking up I could see her brother staring up at her crotch, which is now mostly covered but still showing just enough to hint at that which is now concealed. I can also see up the leg of his cutoffs to where his slim cock stands to attention amidst a dozen or so fine hairs, and pokes out about a very respectable distance for a twelve year old, he has obviously been treated to the same view I had on her way past. She then tells us to hold on, flexes her knees and throws herself backwards into the water, performing a perfect 'headache' bomb, saturating me, her brother and the pole clear to the top, an instant later I am soaked again as Jimmy launches himself into an 'A-A' just to the side of where his sister had entered the water. As they backpedal away to either side of the platform I complete the triplet with a 'honey-pot' between them. As I return to the surface I start to castigate myself, 'What in hell do you think you're thinking about, she's only nine years old. She's half your age.' An instant later I feel a tap on the back of my head and Katy giggles, "you're it!", as I turn I'm just in time to see her butt followed by her heels disappearing beneath the surface. 'Shit, play now, think later.' and I duck dive under the water in the direction I saw her disappear. At this point I discover that tag played in a dam is a lot different to that played in a pool, as I can only see about four feet in front of me because of all of the clay suspended in the water. Katy has long since turned to one side and I return to the surface for a breath of air. Looking about I see Katy return to the surface some ten meters away near the island. I scan the rest of the dam looking for Jimmy and can't find him, thirty, forty, fifty seconds pass and I start to get a little worried, then I notice some ripples near the diving platform and looking closer I see his nose just clearing the surface on the other side of the pole. I carefully duck below the surface and swim in his direction, slowly his foot emerges from the gloom in front of me, I grab it, give him half a second to prepare himself and jerk him below the surface, returning to the world above I reach up and grasp the platform, a second later he bursts from the water in front of me giggling uncontrollably, "Tricked ya, tricked ya!" "Yeah, tricked ya, tricked ya" as Katy puts her hands on my shoulders and tries to force me beneath the surface. Well 25 kilos of little girl doesn't make much impression on a 65 kilo bloke who is holding onto a telephone pole, but I go along with it and allow myself to be pushed beneath the surface. Big mistake, as I come back up, sputtering suitably, Jimmy tags me and they both quickly disappear. The lively game of tag continues for about twenty minutes and I call a halt as I am getting puffed. I swim over to the platform and wrap my right arm around the pole to support myself, Jimmy clambers up onto the platform and sits with his feet dangling over my head, Katy swims up to me, grabs me about the neck and draws my left arm around her waist to support herself. For a few minutes we rest there while I catch my breath and they tell me a little about themselves, how they don't go to school because there is no bus for primary students, but instead have correspondence classes. How their father had taught them to walk the tightrope on their boundary fence, which has a 3/4 inch aluminium cable strung as the top wire, and how they were making their very own rain forest. While I am getting my breath back Katy says, "Bet you can't stop me getting away." I look at her funny and Jimmy says, "Yeah bet you can't, she's a real escape artist." "Oh!" I say, and I tighten my grip around her waist. Well the next thing I know I'm holding onto nothing but the pole and an empty bathing suit and Katy is bobbing up and down in the water about three meters away shrieking, "Told ya, told ya." I hold out her bathers towards her saying, "They're a bit big aren't they?" "Yeah, they're my sisters, my old ones are too small" "Your sister," I ask "where's she?", thinking maybe I can change my luck with her. "Oh, she's married," 'Damn!', "she's with her husband and kids and my big brother down in Brisbane." 'double damn'. Katy takes the suit from me and instead of putting it back on she throws it up so it drapes over Jimmy's head, "I don't like them, they rub, usually I just swim in my knickers. Jimmy's still it!", with this she ducks below the surface presenting me with the twin globes of her little behind. Sproing, and my one eyed trouser snake rears his ugly head again. While I'm picking up my jaw, Jimmy steps on my head, "You're it!" and dives in. 'She's still only nine' I tell Woody. 'Almost ten he reminds me. Anyway so what,' says he, 'she's a girl, we're a boy and she's naked.' 'but...' "Can't catch me!" "Can't catch me!", the two kids jeer, So I abandon my inner struggle and we continue with the game, but now there's an added twist as Woody seems to guide my hand to grasp her buttocks when I next catch Katy. She giggles, wriggles her butt in my hand for a second or two and then dives after Jimmy. 'See!' says Woody, 'You're imagining things.' I reply. Next thing I know, a light touch runs up my leg, over my dick, past my nipples and Katy bursts from the water in front of me and pulls my nose. "You're it!" she giggles, but this time her giggle sounds subtly different to her others, she then plants her feet in the middle of my chest and dives backwards away from me. 'Told ya, told ya!' 'Oh gawd, now my dicks mocking me.' I start scanning the water for the kids and seeing Jimmy's head pop up, 'A safe target.' I think and launch myself in his direction, but he disappears before I can reach him, Katy pops up just to my right, sees me and tries to duck back beneath the surface. I reach out to grab her. and find myself holding onto the top of her thigh with my finger rubbing up into her little slit. 'Oh shit, that's it, she's gonna freak.' I think, but she just turns in my hand and looks at me with a funny look on her face and says, "I'm sick of tag let's play torpedoes". I'm still in a state of shock at this point so I just look at her stupid and ask, "What's that?" She grabs my hand and leads me over towards the bank until the water is about waist deep and holds my hand palm up just beneath the surface, then lies down so her chest rests on my hand. She tells me to hold the bottom of her feet with the other hand and when she nods her head, to push her across the surface of the water as hard as I can. I take her feet and lift them to the surface and find myself staring at her little bottom, Woody can't resist this sight and starts drooling, a few seconds later I feel her body shaking and I look to see her with her arms stretched out ahead of her, her palms together and her head nodding violently up and down. So I launch her and she travels about half way across the dam, Woody using my eyes to follow that tight little derriere. I jump as I feel a tap on my shoulders and turn to see Jimmy saying, "My turn now." After about half a dozen launches each, I call a stop, saying, "I need a cigarette." Jimmy and I clamber out of the water and we head towards my towel while Katy swims over to the platform, retrieves her suit and puts it on. Drying my hands I roll a cigarette. While I'm lighting up Katy comes up behind me and says "Let's go over and sit on the island." "O.K." I reply, we gather up my towel and tobacco and things and wade over to the island. I spread my towel out on the grass under the tree and sit down leaning up against it's trunk. Katy and Jimmy park themselves in front of me sitting with their legs crossed. 'Oh gawd!' I can see inside the leg band of her bathers and Woody stirs yet again. We sit there for about fifteen minutes talking about this and that, while I smoke my cigarette. Though I'm too distracted, fighting a loosing battle with Woody's control over my eyes to take much notice of the conversation. The way she is sitting I can see every detail of her vulva, it's completely hairless and her clit pokes out about half an inch. Her lips are stretched so wide that I can see her little peehole above her vagina which glistened wetly. When I finish my smoke, Jimmy say's, "I'm going up to play Atari, you wanna come?" I look at Katy who replies for me "No, I want Geoff to swim some more with me." Jimmy races off, up to the house leaving me alone with Katy, we slip into the water and swim over to the diving platform where Katy say's she wants to jump from my shoulders again. Another tantalising glimpse, another face full of water and I jump in after her, when I surface she takes my hand and tows me over near the bank where she tells me she wants me to toss her. The first couple of times she stands in my hands and I catapult her backwards towards the middle of the dam. Then she wants me to 'cannonball' her. She curls up into a ball and I balance her on my shoulder and throw her like a shot-put. Well tossing a 25 kilo shot-put is rather tiring so after only five or six of these I retire to the middle of the dam and suspend myself from the platform again, like before Katy wraps my arm about her waist but this time tucks my hand down between her legs. Well I jerk it away like I was scalded, but she just puts it back and tells me: "I like touching myself down there and I want you to do it too." I try to tell her that it's wrong, but she says "I know all about that, but I like it and I trust you and I'll never tell anyone about it." By this time Woody is threatening to go off like Mount Saint Hellens and is doing most of my thinking for me, so I slip my hand into the gaping leg hole of her bathers and start to gently stroke my finger up and down her slit, running the tip from her tiny little hole forward to circle her clit and back again. As I continue my strokes I start to push the tip against the opening of her tight little hole until it finally opens enough for my finger to slip into her and press up against the barrier of her virginity. I slowly slip it in and out for a minute or two, then withdraw it to find her clit standing stiffly to attention and nearly an inch long, gently grasping it between my thumb and my first two fingers I slowly draw it's hood back and forth over the tip, wanking on it like a small uncircumcised penis. As I continue, her face starts to become flushed, her breath comes faster and she starts to grind her butt into my belly. After another minute or so I change my grip so I can embed the tip of my ring finger in her tight little hole, whilst continuing to jack off her clit with my thumb and forefinger. Suddenly she stiffens, clamps her thighs tight about my hand and her vagina starts to nibble on the tip of my finger which is pressed up against her virginity. Just as suddenly, I groan as I feel an exquisite pain in my groin as my prick erupts into my pants, it feels like I've pulled a muscle as I cum harder than I've ever cum before in my life, and I continue to spasm long after I've pumped myself dry. Turning in my arm she kisses me softly on the lips and says "Oh, that was nice, I've never felt like that before." "You had an orgasm." I gently reply and kiss her in the middle of the forehead. "Does it always feel like that?" "It should." I reply softly, "Sometimes better." We slowly swim over to the island, where I make and light another cigarette, I lean back against the tree and Katy snuggles up to my side and rests her head on my chest. Suddenly she giggles, "I can hear your heart and it's going very hard." "I know," I reply, "I had an orgasm too." I bend my head forwards and kiss the top of her head and she grasps my hand and cuddles it to her chest, where her own heartbeat slowly subsides. We lie like that silently in shared togetherness for what might have been a lifetime. A few minutes, like an hour, later, Jimmy comes running down from the house yelling, that his mum want's to know if I want a cup of tea. Katy and I gather my things together and we head up to the house pausing at the cable reel to retrieve my T-shirt. While there, Katy clambers up onto the reel and motions for me to turn around, whereupon she climbs astride my shoulders, her suit pulls to one side in the process and her bare little cunt is rubbing against the back of my neck. When we get up to the house Jane sends Katy off to get changed and says "I hope she hasn't been too much trouble?" "No," I reply, "She's been delightful." Handing me a cup of tea Jane leads me into the lounge, she then turns to me and asks if I'd like to borrow a pair of dry shorts, I thank her and she leads me into her bedroom where she retrieves a pair of her husbands shorts, hands them to me and leaves the room. I quickly strip, dry off and get dressed again. Returning to the lounge I take a seat on the couch and begin talking to Jane and James, they ask me about what subjects I did at school and what I was going to do at college. At this point our conversation is interrupted as Katy catapults into the room, this time she is dressed in an ankle length skirt straight out of the flower power era, and a little pink crop top and she looks gorgeous. She take a seat at my side and cuddles up to me, 'This is being discrete?' I think to myself, but her parents ignore it except for Jane to comment, "That's got to be the worst case of puppy love I've ever seen." We continue our conversation and I tell them that I hope to do computing at college. In return they tell me about their property and how they are trying to create a rain forest micro-climate. We sit there for about an hour talking about how the stockmen of old really stuffed things up, clearing land so that the heavy tropical rains eroded the soil badly, and what regrowth there was, was thick scrub which was to low to provide proper shelter for the native animals and birds. All this time Katy is a soft, warm lump in my side, saying nothing, just being there and I never want her to go away. But by this time it was getting late and the sun was about to set, so reluctantly I excused myself, saying I had to head home before it got dark. I thank them for a great time, and hope that I would be able to come back and use their dam again. They reply in the affirmative and I take my leave. Katy walks with me to the boundary of their property holding my hand and points out a shortcut back to my uncle's, she them pulls my head down to her level and gives me a soft sweet kiss on the lips and saying, "Come back tomorrow." "I've got to," I laugh, "I'm still wearing your dad's pants." she then kisses me again, gives me a big hug and turns back to her house. I stand there and watch her until she disappears behind a clump of bamboo, turning, I duck through the fence and return to my uncle's, and a cold, late tea. Chapter 2 - A WALK IN THE BUSH. Over the next few days I get to know Katy's family better and find myself drawn more and more to her for reasons other than the sexual, indeed nothing more than the occasional cuddle and her kissing me goodbye occurs during this period. Jimmy makes himself more and more obnoxious treating Katy like dirt; ordering her around, stealing her lollies and trying to disrupt anything she was doing, though he quickly learns that if I'm involved, to wait his turn or be frozen out all together. As I spend more time with the family I come to see the reason for this behaviour, their parents are firmly of the opinion that only males are of any use, accordingly Jimmy gets nearly all of the attention, indeed he's encouraged to lord it over his sister. On the other side of the coin, Katy's only function in life was to entrap a husband so that he would take her would be off their hands. To accomplish this all Katy has to do is look after her skin and teeth and look pretty. However as I get to know the children better it becomes patently obvious that Katy can think rings around her 'oh so superior' big brother. I do not like the situation and while I am unable to do anything about it directly, I give as much of my attention to Katy as possible. I am helped in this by her parent attitudes, who see her as not really worth bothering about. In compensation for her parent's attitudes I encourage Katy in independent thinking, teaching her how to put on a "public face" and how to hide her real thoughts behind it. I discover in the course of conversations with her that every time she starts to best her brother in their school work, she is reined in and given work to do about the house, "being trained to be a good wife" I guess her parents would call it. I show her how to keep her apparent performance behind her brothers by deliberately getting answers wrong, while keeping track of her actual performance in her head. This kid amazed me, she picks up on what I'm getting at very quickly, indeed she thinks it's a great game. She has already worked out for herself what her parents plans for her were and at age nine she had already decided that she wanted no part of it and is already beginning to make moves of her own in the directions I am encouraging her. Later we move onto the advanced subject of creative falsehoods, she already has two of the three main rules of lying down pat: 1. Tell the truth in such a way as to be believed to be lying; and 2. Keep it simple and don't embellish; She quickly picks up on the hardest one of all. 3. Tell part of the truth but lead the listener to reach an erroneous conclusion. Lazarus Long would have been proud. One day about five days after my arrival, I visit the O'Conners and discover that Jimmy has gone off with some older boys who live down the road leaving Katy behind. The weather had turned a little cooler than it had been to date and Katy decides she is going to take me for a walk on the neighbouring cattle station, we check with her parents and they quickly give their permission. Katy takes me into the kitchen where we get a canteen of water and prepare some lunch, then leads me off to the caravan, where she and her brother sleep, so that she can put on some clothes. I start to wait outside but Katy drags me in so that we can talk. She grabs a pair of knickers, and stepping in one side, threads them through the crotch of her bathers and puts her leg through the other side. She then strips off her bathing suit and pulls on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, a scruffy pair of sandals and a baseball cap completed the ensemble. Moving to the other end of the van we half inch (pinch) her brother's knapsack, stow our provisions and my towel and head on our way. Leading me by the hand, she takes me to the back of their land where it adjoins the cattle station, I hold the barbed wire apart while she clambers through then follow her. Grasping my hand again she guides me through the bush to where a track, used by the stockmen to get their trucks in and out, runs. Hand in hand we walk down the track talking about various things. As we walked I noticed, several piles of sawdust and hundreds of pieces of timber, curved on one side and flat on the other. "What are those?" I ask Katy. "Oh that's where the sleeper cutters, cut up the logs from the trees they cut down to make railway sleepers." she explains, "Those bits left over are called flitches." After about another fifteen minutes I see a bus up ahead and point it out. "What's that doing here?" "Issac lives in that," she tells me, He used to be a stockman on this property and the owner lets him live here." As we get closer I saw that the bus is all but derelict, it's up on blocks and half of the windows have sheets of corrugated iron fastened over them, a sort of shed walled on two side with flitches is attached to the side of the bus, around the bus are a number of rough timber sculptures which have been carved with an axe and chainsaw. Issac is about seventy five years old with snowy white hair and a long, unkempt, nicotine stained beard and moustache. Katy introduces us and we exchange a few pleasantries. Issac offers us a drink and we accept. Pouring from a large jug, he hands each of us a glass about half full of some dark liquid, taking a sip I discover that he had given me and a nine year old girl neat rum. I turn to say something to Katy but as I open my mouth she up ends her glass and drains it in a single gulp. Looking me in the eye she says, "drink your drink?" Somewhat stunned, especially her at her ability to consume neat rum with such ease, I comply, gasping as the raw neat liquid burns its way down my gullet. After a few more minutes of conversation Katy says "Goodbye." to Issac and we continue on our way. After we are out of earshot, I turn to Katy and ask, "does he usually give you rum to drink?" She replies, "Yep and I like it, it makes me feel good." "Does he ever try to do anything to you?" "What do you mean?" she asks. "Does he ever try to touch you like I did in the dam the other day?" "No, never. I figure he might one day, but if he ever starts looking at me funny I just won't go back, besides I can run faster than him." "Well you be very careful." I warn her, and we continue walking. A couple of minutes later she stops, and says "You know when you rubbed my privates and I felt really good?" I nod and she continues, "Well I tried rubbing myself in bed, it feels kinda good but not like when you did it. What am I doing wrong?" I look around and spy a log by the side of the track and take a seat on it. Katy perches herself on my knee and I ask her, "What do you know about sex?" "Can I say bad words" she asks. "You can say any words you like. There aren't any bad words," I explain, "what makes them bad is how you use them. Like if I said 'You're a fucking cunt.' I'm saying something bad, but if I said 'I like fucking cunts.' I'm just saying what I like to do, the words are the same but what I'm saying with them is different." "Oh, I see." "Be careful who you use words like that around though, because most people think that the words themselves are bad, and that they are really bad if a kid uses them." "That's stupid." "I know, but then most people are a bit stupid or have stupid ideas and the smart people know that they have to act like the stupid people or they will get in trouble." "I get it, It's like my lessons. If I want to learn I've got to pretend I'm stupid or I get stopped." "Exactly, just remember that your parents aren't really stupid, they just have an old fashioned, stupid idea about boys and girls. We're just extra smart and can recognise the stupid ideas. Anyway, if you want to learn about sex you'd better answer my question." "O.K. I know that sex, uh fucking, is where a man puts his dick between a woman's legs, uh in her cunt, and that's how they make a baby." "Have you ever had a really good look at your pussy. That's another word for cunt and I like it better and you wont get in as much trouble if the wrong person hears you say it." "Yeah, but I don't really know what all the parts are." I lean over and get a stick and smooth an area of the ground with my foot. "O.K., I don't have to be accurate then, just as well, because I can't draw very well." Saying this I lift her from my knee, and sit her beside me on the log, bending over I draw a rough sketch of the female and male genitalia. (The penis erect, because I think that all the books used in school are stupid.) As I do this I think of Socrates definition of a school, A log with a teacher on one end and a student on the other. Using the stick as a pointer I point out the various feature naming them and explaining their function as I go: "These are the inner lips, they help to keep dirt out of the vagina." At this point Katy interrupts me and says, "I don't have any inner lips." "Yes you do but they are pretty small at the moment, and when you stretch your pussy open to look inside they disappear, they'll grow like your boobs will when you get older. The inner lips are pretty sensitive and it feels good when you rub them the right way. Anyway this is the entrance to the vagina or cunt hole, it's a sort of tube which goes up inside of your body. "These are the outer lips, they protect the inner lips and this the clitoris or clit." "How come my clit sticks out between them then?" She asks. "You just have a big clit, just like some women have big tits." "Is it bad that I have a big clitoris?" "No, in fact I think it's good because you can do more things with a big clit. The clit has thousands of nerve endings and is very, very sensitive, when it gets rubbed the right way, it fills up with blood and gets bigger and even more sensitive." "Now this is a mans penis, dick, prick, cock and a whole lot of other names, it's a lot like the clitoris because its also has lots of nerves in it to make it sensitive, it fills up with blood to and gets big and hard like this so it can be pushed up inside a woman's vagina, normally it's smaller and soft and just dangles." "I know," Katy interjects with a giggle, "I've seen my brother's, it looks like a witchetty grub. What do you mean, it goes up inside the vagina, It wouldn't fit, I put my finger in there and it sort of hurts, and I can't put it in very far or it hurts even more. Just a sec, how come it didn't hurt when you put your finger in the other day?" "O.K., one thing at a time," I begin to explain, "When a woman or a girl, gets sexually aroused or horny..." "I've heard that word, what's it mean?" "Horny? It means when her body gets ready to have sex." "Oh." "Anyway, when she gets horny the muscles around a girl's vagina relax and loosen up, and special glands inside it produce a slippery fluid that lubricates inside her vagina so you can put pretty big things in there without it hurting, after all a baby has to come out of there." Katy interrupts again, "You still haven't told me why my finger would only go in a little way, a dick is much longer than my finger, do you only put it in a little bit?" "I was just getting to that, just inside your vagina is a piece of skin, called a hymen or cherry, it stopped shit from going up inside you when you were a baby, in the middle of it is a tiny hole just big enough to let blood out." "Blood?" "I'll get to that in a minute, just be patient. O.K.?" "O.K.." "Well, the first time a girl has sex the mans penis is forced through the hole in that piece of skin and it gets torn away, and his penis goes all the way up inside. "Doesn't that hurt a lot?" she asks a little apprehensively. "Sometimes," I reply, "but some girls hardly feel it at all. It all depends on how aroused a girl is when it happens, if she isn't turned on (that means horny too) it hurts a lot, if she is just about to have an orgasm she hardly feels it at all, the pain gets mixed up with all the good feelings and her body can't tell them apart." "Is that the only way it can get torn?" "No, sometimes a doctor cuts it away, or it can get broken in an accident, like if you fall on the bar of a boys bike or you can just push through it with your finger." "What about the blood." "O.K., O.K., stand up and face me. Here inside you, " I trace on her belly with my finger, "is a special organ called the uterus which is connected to the top of the vagina, and attached to it with tubes are two more organs called ovaries. When you get older the ovaries will start making tiny little eggs, one or two every month or so. These eggs travel down the tubes to the uterus and if the egg isn't fertilised, your body will make the lining of the uterus peel away and it will bleed a little for a few days to wash the discarded lining and the dead egg out. Then your body will make a new lining for your uterus and it happens all over again." "How does the egg get fertilised?" "Well," back to the drawings, "Here in this little sack called the scrotum, are two glands called testicles, balls, or nuts, The make millions of tiny little cells, called sperm, that look like tadpoles, when a mans cock is rubbed up and down, like it was sliding in and out of a vagina, these sperm travel through tubes inside his body where they get mixed with a slippery fluid, then this comes spurting out of the end of his penis and if his penis is inside a woman and it's the right time, one of the sperm might meet up with her egg and fertilise it, it then sticks to the inside of her uterus and starts to grow into a baby. Nine months later the uterus squeezes the baby out." "But why doesn't it feel as good when I rub it?" she asks. "Well when you did it, did you rub yourself very softly, or did you just push things around?" "Just pushed them around I guess." she replies. "O.K.. When you play with yourself, you either have to be very gentle or slippery. The best way to do it is to just start out gently rubbing around the outside, as it starts to feel better your vagina will start to make that lubricating fluid, when this happens smear it around everywhere especially on your clit. You can then push your finger or fingers in a little bit, and rub your clit, as you get closer to your orgasm you can rub harder, when you're really close you can rub much harder, just be careful because pain feels like the good feelings then, so if you get too rough you'll be sore afterwards. Just do what feels good and keep things slippery." "O.K., I think I know what to do now." she says. "Just remember in a few year when you start bleeding your mother is going to have a talk with you about these things. Remember to say 'Yuck' and 'how does it fit?' at the right times or she's going to want to know where you learned this." "I'm not stupid you know!" she says accusingly. Finally, explanations over, we get up and continue our walk. Five minutes later she turns in front of me and says, "I need to pee, close your eyes." I think this is rather strange as we are surrounded by trees but I comply, however, as soon as I hear her piddle hit the ground I open my eyes and see her grinning up at me, looking down I see she has pulled the leg band of her shorts and knickers to one side and is holding her pussy lips apart with her hips thrust forward as she pees standing up. When she has finished she giggles, "I knew you would look." "Well what do you expect?" I reply. She just giggles again, "Now it's your turn." "It's a bit difficult now," I say, "as my penis is hard, and a man can't piss with a hardon." "Oooh, can I see it, can you make it shoot for me? That's what I really want to see anyway." I think about it for a while, half a second at least, then agree. I open the fly of my shorts, and wrestle Woody from his confinement, I then clasp him in my fist and pumping up and down I roll the foreskin back and forth over the glans, explaining as I go, "This is called masturbating or jerking off." She stand slightly to one side looking on intently. "Can I try that?" she asks. I nod and remove my hand, I then take her hand and wrap it about my shaft, and holding mine over hers I demonstrate to her the correct motion, taking my hand away I look at her face, upon which is a look of intense concentration. It only takes a dozen or so strokes of her hand before I'm spewing cum everywhere. If the cum I had in the dam was painful then this one was sheer agony, but the sort of pain that I would gladly experience any time. My first shots land nearly three meters in front of me, and I spurt eight or nine times before it slows to a dribble coating Katy's hand, final an eternity later I finish cumming, and have to stop her stroking, as I explain to her how a man's penis is extra sensitive after he has cum. She examines the cum coating her hand, rubbing it between her fingers and sniffing at it. "Some people like the taste of it, you know." I say. She looks at me and says, "I will, if you do." So scooping up a dollop of the end of my prick with my finger I pop it in my mouth and suck it clean. Katy watches me for a moment then stick out her tongue and takes a tentative lick. Stopping for a second, she rolls her tongue about inside her mouth then sticks it out again and avidly licks her whole hand clean. "I like it, it tastes great." "I can tell." I laugh. "Next time I want you to shoot it all in my mouth, so I can drink it all." she says. 'Oh shit!' I think, Woody twitches and unsuccessfully tries to rise to the occasion. Using my finger I wipe the rest of the cum off my prick and feed it to her and she laps it up like it was ice-cream. Stuffing Woody back in my pants we continue on down the track. As we walk Katy asks, "Was that an orgasm?" "Yes," I reply, "that's what happens when a man has an orgasm." "It looked really cool, did it feel good?" "Very good, the best." "Can I make it happen again? I want to taste it again, I like it a lot." "You'll have to wait a little while," I say, "It takes a mans balls a little while to make more cum." "Cum?" She asks. I explain, "It's another word for orgasm and sperm. "It's getting on for lunch," I say. "why don't we sit down and eat?" "There's a dam near here, we'll eat there." Katy replies. We soon arrive at the dam, and laying out my towel we seat ourselves under a tree nearby where lunch is quickly demolished. "Are you ready, to cum again?" Katy asks. "I am, but don't you want to cum too?" I inquire in return. "Yeah, I'd like that." "Well, sit here." I guide her to sit on my stomach, straddling me, leaning back against my knees, which are raised. Reaching down I push the leg band of her shorts and knickers to one side, holding her pants out of the way with my right hand I gaze at her pussy, "It's so beautiful" I murmur and my cock begins to harden behind her. "Oh! I can feel your penis poking into my bum." I slowly with feather touches of my left hand begin to trace circles on her upper thigh, moving closer to her pussy with every circuit. "Oooh, that tickles! It feels nice." After a minute or so, I am stroking my finger over her pussy lips at the top of every circuit. "That's making me feel all tingly in my tummy." "Your tummy or your pussy?" I ask. "Yeah my pussy. You know saying those words makes it feel even better. It makes me feel naughty and good when I say them." "I know, that's one of the reasons, people don't want kids to say them or to know about how good orgasms feel." "But that's stupid!" "What did I say about stupid ideas?" I ask, "But this stupid idea isn't really that stupid, think about it for a bit, most kids aren't as smart as you and wouldn't think about any bad things that might happen." "What bad things?" "Well what if I didn't really care how you felt, but only thought about feeling good myself, some men are like that and it can be hard to tell the difference. What if someone like that found a kid playing with herself and just forced his cock up inside her without making sure she was ready first then throwing her away when he is finished. Even if it didn't hurt her body, it would hurt her mind because she would know that he didn't like her but was just using her like a thing. And it is even harder to heal a mind than it is to heal a body, because the mind finds it very hard to forget things like that, and the poor girl ends up feeling dirty and used. Even if the mind does manage to forget something really bad it usually makes something else out of balance as well. "So you see that it isn't such a stupid idea after all. Now talking like this has made me feel a little sad so come up here and we'll cuddle for a while." We snuggle for a few minutes, when Katy asks, "So it's all right if the people like each other, and they make each other feel good?" "Almost," I say, "they should also make sure that no one else gets hurt either, generally this means keeping your mouth shut, and not letting other people see what is going on unless you want them to be part of it too." We cuddle for a few more minutes until Katy asks, "Are you feeling better now?" I nod, "Goody!" She quickly repositions herself and draws my hand to her crotch. I begin gently stroking her through her knickers until a damp patch appears, pulling the gusset to one side I gather some of the liquid weeping from her slit on my finger tip, I begin to increase the pressure of my strokes, allowing my fingertip to slip between her lips. More moisture forms and I collect it and spread it around her sweet little pussy. She is now very wet and I use the back of my right hand to hold her pants aside and the fingertips to spread her lips apart. I'm now looking straight into her vagina and can see her hymen, which glistens in the dappled sunlight which filters through the leaves. With my left hand I begin massaging her lubrication into her clitoris which is now standing proudly to attention. Grasping it between my fingers and thumb I stretch it, away from her body, then release it, letting it snaps back. "Ohhh!" she exclaims. I then move my fingers to the bottom of her crack, and insert the tip of one into her tiny, incredibly tight hole, I gently work it in and out until I have it inserted to the first knuckle and I'm rubbing up against her virginity. Withdrawing my finger from her body, I move back to her clit and begin masturbating it like a tiny cock, It is now standing well clear of her vulva so I release her lips from my right hand and slowly insert my right stinkfinger into her drooling cunny. I start a syncopating motion pulling up with my left hand as I push my finger into her and back as I withdraw. Her pussy lips are now flushed and swollen and she is beyond speech, emitting little gasps and moans of pleasure. Suddenly she squeals and her pussy grips my finger so tightly I can barely move it, I continue my motions until she grips my left hand to stop it, but I continue to move my right in an out but much slower than earlier. Finally she releases the deathgrip on my left hand, I withdraw my finger with an audible pop, and bring it towards my face, where I inhale, taking in her exquisite aroma, then to my mouth where I suck it clean. "Ohhh! that felt even better than the last time." She says, "Do I taste nice?" "The best." I say. Gathering more of her fluids on my finger, I present it too her, whereupon she sucks it dry with no hesitation. "Mmm, nice, almost as good as your cum." "Better." I say. She reaches between her legs coats her own finger with her juices and feeds them to me. I then collect some more and offer it to her. Taking turns we feed each other her juices until her crotch is as dry as we can make it. Turning about she then cuddles up to my side, I kiss her on top of her head and we snuggle silently for a few minutes. Suddenly she looks up at me with a cheeky grin, "Your turn" she say's and dives for my crotch, undoing the stud and zipper she tugs on my shorts, I stand and she pulls them down to my ankles and I step out of them, she then tucks the front of my jocks under my balls and gazes at my exposed genitals. Suddenly feeling as mischievous as Katy looks, I decide to introduce them, "You weren't properly introduced before," I say, "Katy meet Woody. Woody this is Katy." "Pleased to meet you I'm sure." says Katy, and taking a firm grip, she shakes him up and down. Kneeling in front of me Katy begins to quickly stroke up and down. Taking hold of her hand I stop her, saying "Take it slowly, the longer you can make it last the better it feels when I do cum" "O.K." "Spit in your hand and get it wet, rub it all over the knob that'll make it feel even better." She does this then grins again, "I've got a better idea, and slipping her left hand between her legs she rubs her it back and forth for a while then withdraws it coated with her juices, transferring these to the head of my cock, she then goes back for more, all the while slowly stroking her right hand up and down my engorged shaft. All the while she is masturbating me she is alternately rubbing her cunt and then massaging her juices into my glans. It doesn't take much of this before I'm ready to shoot my wad, "Do you still want that drink?" I ask. "Oooh, yes please!" comes the immediate reply. I place my hand on my shaft and she immediately removes her own and plunges it between her legs to join the other where they both begin rubbing furiously. She opens her mouth wide, pokes her tongue out and tilts her head back slightly, taking a step forward I begin stroking furiously, half a dozen strokes later I shoot my load, the first spurt misses, coating her cheek and forehead, beading in her fringe. I quickly correct my aim, and the rest of my load finds the intended receptacle. As my spasms slow to a dribble I lay the head of my cock on her tongue, finally I squeeze the last few drops onto her tongue. Looking into her mouth I see that her mouth is so full I can't see her back teeth and long strings of cum drool from her upper lip into the pool at the back of her mouth. She closes her lips and swirls my cum around inside her mouth for a few moments, tasting it, before swallowing it with an audible gulp. Suddenly she stiffens and shudders in front of me as she has another orgasm of her own. When she recovers she squeals, "I did it, I did it myself!" "What do you mean?" I gasp. "I gave myself an orgasm, it's the first one you didn't do for me." I gather her up in my arms and she hugs me around the neck, squeezing tightly, I hug her back, cupping her tiny arse in one hand the other supporting the back of her head. I stand there holding this beautiful woman-child thinking of nothing but how good she feels in my arms. Hours or only minutes later she wriggles in my arms, as I release her she says, "I feel all sweaty and sticky let's swim." Suiting her actions to her words, she quickly strips off her T-shirt, shorts and sandals and starts splashing into the water. removing my T- shirt and kicking off my thongs I give chase and overtake her. Sweeping her back up into my arms I roll her into a ball and lift her to my shoulder then launch her towards the middle of the dam. I dive after the human missile I've just released, grasp her mid-thigh and tug her beneath the surface. Pulling her towards me I blow a "zoober" (TM Rudy Huxtable) into her belly button, then rise to the surface. Katy erupts from the water in front of me. "I'm gonna get you for that!" she giggles. My "Promises, promises." earns me a face full of water. Whilst I'm gasping Katy disappears beneath the surface and jabs her fingers into my ribs tickling me, as I laugh she rises from the water behind me and shoves my head under. When I rise she is nowhere to be seen. As I tread water, slowly turning to look about me something soft and slimy hits the back of my head, I spin about and barely have time to duck beneath the surface as another ball of mud comes my way. In our play, back at her place, I'd noticed that she nearly always swims off to the right and taking advantage of this, I swim beneath the surface to where I think she should be, 'Ah gotcha!' I think as I see a small foot flash in front of my face. grasping it in one hand I tow her nearer the edge of the water until my feet can just touch the bottom. Still holding onto her foot I duck to the bottom and pick up a good handful of mud. Returning to the surface I transfer my grip so that I am holding her about the middle and pull out the waistband of her knickers and shove the slimy handful of mud down the back, cup her arse and rub it into the crack. "Katy's pooped her pants!" I jeer. She quickly slips from my grasp and disappears beneath the surface, returning moments later waving her knickers above her head and with a deadly accurate throw, plasters them across my face. Wadding them into a ball I throw them up onto the bank, my accuracy leaves a lot to be desired and I land them in the middle of my T-shirt. Katy giggles, presents me with the sight of her naked buttocks and disappears. Moments later It's my turn as a handful of mud is dropped into my jocks, and rubbed in. Dropping and quickly turning I manage to snag an ankle before she can get away. Maintaining my grip, as this seem to be the only way to keep hold of her without wrapping both hands about her throat, I strip off my underpants and drape them over her face. Taking them in one hand, she bends her knee until she can wrap her arm around my neck, then taking deliberate aim she throws them to land on my shorts. Taking advantage of my surprise, she slips from my grasp and backs away eyeing me warily. "I give up," I say, "you win." Katy swims back to me and wraps both arms about my neck and presses her lips to mine as she accepts her(my) reward. I cup her arse in my hands and allow my tongue to slip between my lips and lick hers. She pulls her head back and looks at me questioningly. "Open your mouth a little." I say, she complies and I turn my head to one side and kiss her again, this time I slip my tongue into her mouth and lick her teeth, then probe between them to find her tongue waiting for mine. Quickly getting the idea, she responds enthusiastically and we spend a delightful thirty seconds trying to pin each others tongues. Pulling back for a moment she says, "I like that." then fastens her mouth to mine again. This time the kiss is a little slower and more sensual. Timing my breathing to match hers, I wait until we both inhale then lift my feet from the bottom and we both slip beneath the surface, slowly we sink until we're resting on the bottom. I cup her arse in my hands and probe between the cheeks with my forefinger until I find her pucker where I press gently. I feel her squeal into my mouth and she shoots to the surface. I rise with a grin, and find her looking at me accusing. "What did you do that for? Its dirty!" "I don't think it could be much cleaner than it is at the moment." I laugh, splashing a little water into her face to make my point. "Did it feel nice?" "Yeah," she grins, "you surprised me, that's all." she says, and comes back into my arms. I look her in the eye, grin and deliberately push my fingertip up against her asshole. Holding her like this I wade from the water to where our clothes are, bending my knees, I set her feet on the towel and release her. I step back and look her over carefully as this is the first time I've seen her totally naked. She is exquisite, her hair darkened by the water is plastered to her head and falls to just above her kidneys, eyes sparkle in the sunlight and are as blue as the sky above us. Her nose is small with just the tiniest hint of an upward tilt, beneath it her mouth is partly opened, revealing pearly white teeth behind perfectly formed bow shaped lips. A firm chin completes her face. Supporting it a slender neck rises from shoulders toned by swimming, Her chest is almost flat with only the slightest swell of breasts hinting at that which is to come, surmounting these are tiny nipples, still a pale pink barely darker than her tanned skin. Below, her belly is still slightly rounded with the puppy fat of youth and centred in it is the cute dimple of her navel just begging to be blown into. Her hips are still those of a boy with none of the womanly roundness which will come later, I allow my gaze to travel lower taking in firm thighs, and calves, thin ankles and her tiny feet. Finally I allow my eyes to look at her center. This too is tanned, though a little paler than the rest of her body. Her pussy is a rounded mound with firm puffy lips and there is not even a hint of hair to conceal her tight crack, surmounted by that incredible clit, still prominent even when not engorged with blood. As I scrutinise her Woody rises to take a look for himself. Katy wriggles a little self consciously beneath my gaze then straightens suddenly, placing her hands on her hips and setting her feet about a foot apart. She returns my scrutiny with interest but her gaze is concentrated on only one part of my anatomy, that one small proud piece of flesh, which juts from a nest of dark curly hair, beneath it my balls are encased in a sack tightened and wrinkled by the cool waters of the dam. Finally she lifts her eyes to meet mine and with a grin asks, "Has Woody got another drink for me?" I grin back and nod. "Good, I really like the taste of your cum." She quickly kneels in front of me and wraps both of her hands around my shaft, allowing just the knob to remain visible. Her strokes soon have my balls churning and they pull up until they are almost inside me. When I reach for my shaft and indicate that I'm about to cum, she tightens her grip instead of releasing me, and with a devilish grin, pops the head into her mouth. This is the last straw and I groan, "Ohhh Shiiit!" It feels like my balls are turning themselves inside out and her cheeks swell as I pump wad after wad of scalding jism into her mouth. Finally I stop cumming and collapse to sit on the towel pulling her to straddle my lap, my prick sandwiched between her cuntlips leaking a final obscene drool onto her belly just above her slit. Before she can swallow, I bring my lips to hers and kiss her, forcing her lips open with my tongue. My cum drools from her mouth into mine and I swirl it around before pushing it back between her lips. We kiss, exchanging my creamy jism back and forth until with a convulsive gulp she swallows my cum. "Why did you put my prick in your mouth?" I ask, surprised that she would do such a thing without prompting. "I didn't want to miss any like I did last time. Did you like it?" "It was the best ever. Thank you." and I kiss her lips gently. This time it's my turn for the devilish grin, and I slip my hand inside her knees and under her to cup her arse. Lifting her I lick my juice from her belly and plunge my tongue into her navel. As she giggles I slip her calves over my shoulders and lie her back so that her head rests on my crossed ankles. before she can move I begin laving the inside of her thighs with the flat of my tongue coating them with moisture. "Ohh, what are you doing?" "Lie still and enjoy." I tell her. I then bend my head forwards and lick from the crack of her arse, up over her slit and flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. Katy's delighted squeal is loud enough to be heard back at Issac's place. Moving back, I then begin licking in earnest, back and forth up and down her slit, I ignore her clit and concentrate on her pussy lips for a while. After some time I use my fingers to separate them, plunge my tongue between and give a broad flat slurp over her hole and forwards, stopping just short of her clitoris. Her taste is divine. Nectar of the gods. Back I go to circle the edge of her vagina with the tip of my tongue a few times before rolling it into a tight cylinder and plunging it inside until I come up against the barrier of her maidenhead, she is so tight I can barely fit my tongue in. Again she squeals and this time grabs my head, I gently remove her hands and place them back on the ground, beside my hips. I withdraw my tongue from her hole and finally pay some attention to her clitoris which is fully engorged and visibly pulsing with her heartbeat, I slowly suck it between my lips like a piece of spaghetti and flick my tongue over the tip. Again she squeals. As she approaches orgasm I release it and lick the juncture of her thighs and pussy lips until she has cooled down a little then plunge my tongue back into her vagina. I tongue fuck her for a while then return to he angry red clitoris. Again she approaches her peak and again I back off before she can cum. I keep on teasing her to near orgasm, then retreating until she is babbling incoherently, "so good, ... so good, ohhhh ... please (ah) make (ah) me (ah) cum, soooo goood" finally after about five minutes she is just babbling "please, oh please, ohhh pleeeeeessssse" over and over again. Finally I relent, and I take her clit between my lips and suck hard, flicking my tongue rapidly back an forth over the tip. She cums with a screech that hurts my ears, and clamps her thighs so tight it feels like she might break my neck and her upper body thrashes uncontrollably on my crossed legs. As she starts to come down from her peak I cover my teeth with my lips and bite down on her clit and pull my head back until it is stretched tight, then release it to snap back to her body. Again she cums, back again suck, flick, flick, flick, bite, pull, release, over and over again until her body goes limp and finally, I cease my onslaught. Untangling her legs from around my neck I right her body and cuddle her in my lap rocking gently back and forth until she regains consciousness. A minute later her eyelids flicker and she looks up at me. "How was that?" I ask in a whisper. "It was so good I thought I was going to die." she whispered back. "I didn't know it could happen more than once." "That's where girls have it better than boys, most can cum over and over again until they pass out. I read about it once and I just had to try it." I cuddle her like that for a while until she squirms in my lap and turn to straddle my lap. Reaching down between us she grasps my now erect penis, and asks, "How do you know when a boy is about to cum?" 'Uh oh', I think, "Well his balls pull up tight to his body and the knob on the end of his dick gets even bigger and turns a darker colour." She nods and says with an absolutely wicked grin, "Good, maybe you can only cum once at a time, but I'm gonna tease you until you beg for mercy." 'Oh shit! What sort of monster have I created?' I ask myself. "Can I do you with my mouth too, or do I have to use my hands to make you cum?" she asks. "You can use your mouth, it's called a blow job. And what I did to you is called cunt licking or lapping." Moving to kneel beside me, she pushes on my chest until I'm lying flat on my back. Sticking her tongue out she starts to lick the all over the head of my cock and down the shaft, then opening her mouth wide she pops the head between her lips. "Watch your teeth." I say as they scrape over the flare on the top of my glans. "Sorry." she mumbles around my cock. "Don't speak with your mouth full." I say. "FUCK!!!" I scream and double up in agony as she jerks her head back in laughter and her sharp lower teeth scrape the sensitive underside of my knob. My erection wilts like a candle in a blast furnace, while her expression quickly changes to one of concern. "Did I hurt you?" she asks the contrition in her voice patently obvious. "Yes," I reply, pointing to the two red scrape marks left by her sharp little teeth, "this area just under the head is very sensitive." "I'm very sorry. Let me kiss it better." With this she takes my wilted member in her hand and lavishes it with nibbling kisses and wet licks. My hardon rapidly revives and returns to its previous rigidity. "What should I do now?" she asks. "Just do what you were doing before AND be careful with your teeth." She return her attentions to my cock and slurps it into her mouth until the knob is rubbing at the back of her throat. Bobbing up and down, she sucks hard, swirling her tongue around the tip at the top of her stroke. (She may not have done this before, but her unbridled enthusiasm, coupled with her native intelligence make her one hell of a natural cock sucker.) Keeping her right hand wrapped around my shaft she cups my balls in her left, gently rolling them in her palm. When she feels them tighten she pulls back and eyes the head of my cock intently, gauging the level of my arousal, softly rocking my nuts back and forth. As soon as they descend she resumes her attack. Experimentally she tries different things out on my enraged manhood, kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling with her lips, judging from my moans and groans of pleasure what is especially effective. Over and over again she brings me near my peak, coming closer and closer each time as she better learns to judge my exact level of arousal. Finally she cocks her head back and plunges down over the length of my shaft not stopping when I touch the back of her throat but forcing her head downwards until my glans is lodged deep in her throat and her lips are buried in my pubes. This is the last straw and I convulsively spurt into her throat. Quickly she withdraws until only the head remains between her lips and she tries to suck my balls out through my cock and I enjoy my hardest cum yet. When I finally stop convulsing, she gives me one last long loving slurp before releasing me from her lips and looks up to my face. I gaze down into hers, seeing twinkling blue eyes and glistening lips and obscene drool of semen joining them to my cock. I draw her up beside me and lick her lips clean, "Thank you," I whisper and gently kiss her forehead, "That was marvellous." She lays her head on my chest and gives a contented sigh. After kissing the top of her head, I laid mine back and closed my eyes. The next thing I know a cool breeze has sprung up and the seaward horizon is rapidly darkening as heavy black storm clouds roll in. I shake Katy awake, "Quick we have to get going there's a storm coming." We quickly dress and gather up the remains of our lunch. Stuffing them into the knapsack, we rapidly walk back up the track towards her place. Just as we are scrambling through her fence, the heavens open in a tropical downpour. We are instantly saturated, laughing we run hand in hand through her parents trees and up onto the verandah where we are met by her parents who are looking relieved. "Stop right there you two." we are told. Jane disappears inside and returns with towels and dry clothes, "Get those things off and put these on." she tells us, holding out some of James' clothing in my direction. I try to decline saying that as I'm already soaked I might as well head home. "Nonsense, you'll stay here until the storm's over, it's too dangerous out there." As if to punctuate her comment, there is a bright flash instantaneously followed by a deafening rumble as lightning strikes a tree nearby. Placing the clothes and towels on a sun lounge she turns and heads back inside. By this time I know the family is fairly casual about nudity, so I quickly strip off with Katy and we rub ourselves dry, Katy giggling at the shrivelled state of my manhood. Jane sticks her head out through the door, "Make sure you hang those wet things up." she orders as I begin to button up the shirt she'd given me. We leave our wet clothes on the line hanging between the rafters we move inside. Jane hands each of us a hot cup of tea and chases us into the lounge, where we take our accustomed seats on the couch, Katy plastered to my side. Jane comes in and handing a cup to James takes her seat. Katy chatters away giving an almost entirely fictitious account of our walk with me inserting the occasional appropriate comment. The phone rings towards the end of Katy's recital and James reaches across to answer it, holding his hand up to still Katy's tongue. He listens for a while and say's "OK, We'll see you in the morning" He hangs up and say's "That was Julie Shead, Jimmy's going to have to stay with them as the creeks are up and nobody can get through." He then turns to me, "You'll have to spend the night here too. You can have Jimmy's bed. "Here call your folks and let them know." With this he hand me the receiver and dials my uncles number. Mum answers and I explain the situation to her. She say's "O.K., don't make a nuisance of yourself. Bye." "Bye." I reply and pass the receiver back to James. Chapter 3 - A NIGHT TO REMEMBER. Jane sends Katy out to peel the vegetables for tea and Katy as always, desirous of my company, drags me along. The vegetables are quickly prepared and set to roast in the juices of the beef already cooking. Throwing another couple of pieces of wood in the fire box, we return to the living room. Sitting down, James and I are soon deep in a conversation about computers, Jane is reading a book by the light of a hurricane lamp and Katy is keeping my side warm, hugging my hand to her, laying with her ear pressed to my chest listening to my heartbeat and the rumble as I talk. A little over an hour later dinner is ready and we sit down in the kitchen to a delicious meal. Desert is tinned fruit and ice cream, quickly finishing her own, Katy is soon poaching the fruit from my plate, and a scuffle ensues. "Well, it looks like I've found tonight's dishwashers." Jane observes. Katy sighs dramatically and pouts at her mother. Soon after, dessert finished, Jane gets up and throws a tea towel in my direction. "We'll have a cup of tea in the lounge when you are finished." Katy starts in on the dishes, as the sink fills Katy gets that look on her face which I have learned to associate with devilry and I find myself with a face full of suds. Twirling the tea towel, I retaliate with a crack in the direction of her behind. Undaunted Katy scoops up another handful of suds and flicks them in my face, another crack, this one just licking her where her pants are tightest. Katy squeals, scoops up a cup of water and soaks the front of my shirt. Pinning her arms I tie them behind her back with the towel and up end her over the sink threatening to dunk her. Suddenly her hands are free and collecting another cup of water she empties it over my head. "The mop's beside the fridge," Jane's voice interjects from the other room. "Oops!" Katy giggles. Quickly we wash the dishes, and put them away. Then taking the mop I clean up the water from the floor while Katy pours water from the kettle boiling on the back of the stove over teabags. Finishing the drinks we carry two each into the lounge and distributing them take our seats. "The kitchen clean?" asks Jane. Katy giggles and I reply, "Yes, though I'm a little damp." while casting an accusing look in Katy's direction. "Well you shouldn't fight in the kitchen." "She started it." I accuse. "So, did you have to try and finish it?" Jane asks. "Who won anyway?" "She did." I admit sheepishly. We finish our drinks and Jane leave the room, when she returns she hands Katy a pair of sheets, and a pillowcase and says, "Go and change the sheets on Jimmy's bed." Katy begins to pout, but quickly returns to sunny smiles, when I offer, "I'll help her, after all, I'm the one putting you all to this trouble." Jane tries to say that it's no trouble, but I insist. We grab a lantern and go down to the caravan with the bedclothes. By now the rain has stopped but we can hear water rushing in the usually dry creek bed that runs through the plot between the O'Conner's and my uncles place, Katy tells me that it wont be down before morning. We squelch through the mud to the van and leave our footwear in a box just inside the door. Looking at where I'm to sleep I see that even here the inequality prevails, Jimmy has the double bed at the rear of the van with a privacy curtain and Katy is stuck with sleeping on a fold down bunk at the front next to the door. We quickly strip Jimmy's bed and I smile to myself as I feel a couple of stiff patches, 'So Jimmy's worked out that his prick has more uses than peeing.' I think. As I throw the bottom sheet over the bed Katy dives under the billowing material, I let it settle then jump on the bed and begin ticking the lump underneath. Katy curls up into a giggling ball trying to avoid my hands, I then run my hands over her arse and cup the soft mound between her legs, as my fingers press up into her vulva her body snaps strait and traps my hand between her thighs, I wiggle my fingers against her precious little slit for a few second, feeling her juices dampen the sheet. Then as her breathing quickens I pull my hand free and say, "Come on get out of there, we've got to get this bed made if you want to watch Happy Days." Katy quickly scrambles out and helps me to straiten the sheet, she starts to tuck her side in and as she gets to the head end pauses and reaches further under the mattress. "What's this?" she asks and pulls a magazine without a cover from under the mattress and opens it, she looks then blushes and starts to giggle. 'Oh,' I think, 'I bet I know what that is.' I move round to where Katy is flipping through the pages and look over her shoulder. Yep, a parade of beavers. I pluck it from her hand and say, "It doesn't take that long to make a bed you know, if we don't hurry up your mum's going to come looking for us and you don't really want her to see you reading that do you?" I slip the magazine back under the mattress and we finish making the bed. We return to the house and Jane observes, "It took you long enough." "Yeah, she was about as helpful as a kitten when you're trying to sort balls of wool. I would have been better off alone." We than take our places on the couch, and settle down to watch Happy Days on the TV, which is running off a car battery. After the show, Jane sends Katy off to have a shower and James and I talk computers. Fifteen minutes later Katy pads up to the doorway with a towel about her shoulders and asks some inane and pointless question while allowing the towel to open in front, revealing her plump little pussy. "GO and put some clothes on this instant young lady." orders Jane with a smile. Katy turns, pushes her half concealed bottom out at us and wiggles it back and forth before sashaying back to the bathroom. James just laughs and rummages in a cupboard under the bookshelves, pulling out a photo album he flips through it to a certain page then hands it to me saying, "She's always been a little exhibitionist, I took these last year just before we moved here." Looking at the album I see a photo series of Katy trying to do a cartwheel on the front lawn of their old house, first there is Katy looking much like any other little girl in a short yellow summer frock, next she is bending over and her dress is pulled up until it barely conceals her crotch, the third shows her with her dress half inside out concealing her face and nothing else, the forth has her sitting down with her legs apart, a pained/surprised look on her face her dress still above her waist and all her charms on display. In the last she has obviously just finished rearranging her dress and on her face is an expression comprising a mixture of embarrassment (more for muffing her show, than showing her muff) and wicked grin. Just then Katy comes back, this time wearing a long T-shirt and undies, she sees the album in my lap. "Oh dad! You didn't! You did!" and her face turns beet red. "Well it convinced you to wear your knickers didn't it?" says James, "At least a little more often." Katy snatches the album from my hand and stalks over to the cupboard where she thrusts it in and slams the door. Suddenly she takes a flying leap at her father and sitting astride his knees tries to tickle him, he lets her for a couple of seconds then taking both her hands in one of his uses the other to tickle her armpits and belly unmercifully until she screams with laughter. He releases her and she collapses to the floor with her T-shirt above her waist and her knickers twisted so that they reveal one arse cheek and one side of her pussy. She slowly recovers her composure then looks down at herself. "Oh gawd!" she mumbles, and flushing red (such a pretty colour) again, rearranges her knickers, and shirt. I laugh along with James and Jane while hoping they don't notice the hardon in my shorts. Katy gives me a hurt puppy look then without warning leaps on me digging her fingers into my ribs, I wriggle and my hardon grinds against her panty clad pussy, her expression changes and she allows me to capture her hands and tickle her back, she giggles and squirms using her motion to grind her pussy against my cock. Her rubbing on her fathers legs and her embarrassment along with the pure naughtiness of the situation must have aroused her to fever pitch because within seconds she is cumming right there in full sight of her parents, In shock, I stop tickling her and let go of her hands and she collapses gasping on my chest. I glance at her parents, ready to bolt, creek or no creek but they appear to have noticed nothing. Katy instead of taking her usual position at my side, turns and remains sitting in my lap, my cock pressing into the crack of her arse, where she remains for the rest of the evening. Every time my cock begins to deflate, she squirms in her seat quickly returning me to hardness. For nearly an hour she keeps up this torture while I talk with James and Jane reads a book. At about nine thirty Jane says to Katy "it's time for bed dear, off you go." Katy, like all nine (almost ten) year olds complains, "Aw mum, do I have to, can't I stay up just a little longer." "Ten minutes and that's it." Katy now lets my prick alone and when she gets up to kiss her parents goodnight there is nothing to be seen. Coming back to me Katy gives me a quick peck goodnight. She keeps her body between her parents and me gives my cock a quick squeeze while whispering "Later." against my lips. John and I continue our conversation for another half our or so, whereupon I pretend to yawn. Jane suggests I grab a shower and head off to bed, getting up she fetches a towel and shows me the bathroom which is just a curtained off alcove at the end of the verandah. I quickly shower and wrapping the towel about my waist, I grab the lantern Jane has left for me and head for the van, on the way I see the light go out in the lounge, 'Good,' I think, 'they've gone to bed too.' A light is still on in the van and as I open the door I head a furtive rustle and look in to see Katy picking up a book. "Oh!" she says, "it's only you." Discarding my thongs in the box, I pad down to the other end of the van, where I dry off and slip my shorts back on. Poking my head through the curtain to say goodnight I'm greeted by the sight of Katy with the magazine on her knees and her hand in her knickers. "Do you want me to help you with that?" I ask. "Oh!", she says jerking her hand out, "You startled me. Did you know these magazines had stories in them? Reading them is making me feel horny." "I know," I reply, "me and my brothers pinched a whole lot of my uncle's when I was a kid. Reading them is where I learned some of those things I told you today and how to do those things we did at the dam. Anyway do you want me to help you have some more orgasms?" "What about Mum and Dad?" she asks. "They've gone to bed" I reply. "Good, they'll fuck for half an hour then go to sleep." and she start to wriggle out of her T-shirt. "Stop, I want to do that." I tell her, "Bring that mag' and your pillow up here with you." Rearranging her shirt, Katy softly pads up to my end of the van holding her place in the magazine with her finger. Her expression as she comes through the curtain informs me of wicked thoughts and her pillow is in my face an instant later. "Oh so you want a fight?" I say, throwing her pillow back at her, "Well gird thy loins varlet, have at ye." and swipe her upside the head. Katy, giggling, retaliates in kind and we are exchanging blow for blow, both of us laughing so hard we can barely swing our weapons. Suddenly, there is a loud thump from the roof of the van and we hear Jane call out, "You break those pillows and you won't get out of that van until every single feather is picked up. Katy giggles, and makes a rude gesture in the direction of the house. I notice, now that it is no longer moving, that Katy's pillow has started to split at the seam and a few feathers are trickling out. I point this out to her, and she just giggles again and tosses it in my face and few more feathers trickle out. Grasping her wrist I draw her across my knees flip up the back of her shirt and administer five quick, light swats to her cotton clad behind. Katy wriggles and giggles then twisting in my grasp grabs my pillow and gives me one last thump. Taking the pillow from her I rearrange the covers on it and hers then stack them at the head of the bed. Together we gather the loose feathers and pile them on the table beside the bed. Seating myself leaning against the pillows with my legs spread, I pat between them and say, "Sit here, and we'll read some stories together." She recovers the magazine from the floor and sits leaning back against my chest. Opening the magazine, we flip through it until we get to the reader's letters section. "Already read that one" says Katy "and this one and this one", flipping through the pages we get to a story that is new to her and begin reading. After reading a few paragraphs Katy slips her hand into her knickers and begins to rub slowly. I take hold of her legs behind her knees and lift them over mine so that she is spread wide, then slide the fingers of my left hand under the gusset and move my fingertip in slow, gentle circles around her opening. Feeling her dampen and her muscles relax I ease my fingertip inside and carefully pump it in and out of her tight orifice. As her breathing quickens I feel her muscles relax further and I try another finger, it fits, but it's oh so tight. Katy feels the added intrusion and shoving the magazine to one side and pulling her knickers to one side looks at where I have two fingers inserted halfway to the second knuckle. Sounding surprised she says, "You've got two fingers inside me and it doesn't hurt." "I told you that your pussy would stretch a lot," I say, "here see how many fingers you can get in." Withdrawing my hand I move hers to take it's place, she immediately thrusts two fingers inside, and after only two or three stroke in and out adds a third, soon after she has all four fingers plunging in and out, burying, halfway to them to the second knuckle and she is grinding the heel of her hand onto her clit. Her breath is now coming in short hard pants and her eyes are rolled back in her head. Taking her chin in my hand I tilt her head and press my lips to hers, moments later she is cumming, squealing into my mouth. Releasing the pressure on her clit, she continues to pump her fingers slowly in and out for a few more seconds before withdrawing them and offering them up before my face. Avidly I take them into my mouth, sucking them clean. "Oooh, that was sooo good, I felt so stretched and full." Katy lolls her head back on my shoulder and slipping her hands behind my head pulls me down to her lips for a long, languorous kiss, twining her tongue about mine. A minute later I feel her lips stretch into a grin and she nips the tip of my tongue. Disengaging herself from my arms she turns and tugs on my shorts. Lifting my butt I allow her to draw them down my legs and off over my feet. She gazes at my erect cock with such a look of undisguised hunger that I start to feel apprehensive. "Lie back, I want to try something." she instructs me. Scooting down the bed I lie with my head and shoulders propped up on the pillows, the eye of my cock staring directly into mine. Katy contemplates it for a few more seconds, then crouching close, takes it in her hand she and moves it this way and that examining it from all angles. A tear of pre-cum weeps from the slit in the end and Katy moves to kiss it away, another tear forms and she touches her tongue to it and draws back an obscene strand now links my cock to her lips. Suddenly her head plunges forwards and my knob is engulfed in a hot, silky cavern. swirling her tongue around it she coats is with a slick coating of saliva. Backing off until my cock pops free she licks it all over until my entire cock glistens from balls to tip with her spit. Returning to the top she ovals her lips and plunges back down taking half of my shaft into her mouth. Sliding her lips up and down for a few seconds she drools down the sides of my cock until a pool forms at the base. I see her chest expand as she takes a deep breath and plunges forwards, my cock bumps against the back of her throat. Withdrawing she tries again, this time the head pops into her throat, but nearly two inches of my staff remains outside her mouth. Again and again she tries but is unable to get any further. Finally she withdraws and looks up at me, there are tears in her eyes and she is almost crying, "Why can't I get it all in like I did at the dam?" Taking her in my arms I pull her up over my body to where I can kiss her tears away. "Don't worry about it," I say, "You're still getting more in your mouth than most grown women do." "I am?" she asks, surprised, "But I want to get it all. What am I doing wrong?" "You're doing nothing wrong, it's just that you have to hold your head and neck at just the right angle to make it slide down your throat." I tell her, "I know, why don't I try to fuck your throat." "How do you do that?" she asks. "Here lie down here with your head over the end of the bed." I move her body into position and take up station with my feet on the floor and my hands beside her hips. "Now squeeze my wrist twice if I hurt you or you want me to stop. OK?" "O.K.." she replies. Taking my cock in her hand she positions it between her lips. I start with slow shallow thrusts, moving a little deeper with each stroke until the head is bumping against the back of her mouth. "Ready?" I ask. She nods and squeezes my wrist once, taking a deep breath. Backing up until only the head is in her mouth I slowly move my hips down until I feel the back of her mouth, increasing the pressure I push until I feel her throat opening up around my cock and the head pops in, I back up and she takes a breath, I push in again moving a little deeper this time, back, a breath and in, until I feel her chin pressing into my pubic bone. My cock is engulfed in the tightest, hottest, opening It's ever encountered. I withdraw and push back in, as her throat becomes accustomed to the intrusion I thrust faster and harder. It is only a minute or so before the exquisite pressure becomes to much for me and I bury my cock balls deep in her mouth and pump spurt after spurt of jism deep into her throat. Suddenly I'm aware of her hands pushing desperately, against my hips. Immediately I feel like a heel and pull back, she allows me to withdraw until only the head remains in her mouth, When I try to withdraw further her hands lock my hips in place. After sucking the last of my juices from my prick she lets me go. "Are you all right?" I ask. "No!" 'Oh no' I think. "I haven't hurt you have I?" I ask concerned. "Oh no," she cries, "but I am mad at you." "Why?" I ask. "Because you wouldn't let me taste it." "Oh! I'm sorry, but it felt so good." I explain, "When a man is fucking he likes to pump his cum as deep as he can. Will you forgive me?" "I will this time but you better not let it happen again." she frowns. Instantly I'm all contrition, hanging my head and laying it on thick. Finally she giggles and thumps my in the ribs, "Your silly." she says and all is forgiven. Hooking my finger in the neck of her T-shirt I leer inside, saying, "Oooh, titties" and she giggles again. "Let's get rid of this." I say taking the bottom of her shirt in my hands and drawing it up and over her head. Throwing it to one side, I lean forwards and kiss her right nipple then her left. I then suck the tiny mound my mouth flicking my tongue back and forth over the nipple until I feel it stiffen. Transferring my attentions her right tit is soon as stiff as the left. Backing up a few inches I blow a stream of air over the BB sized protrusion and watch it crinkle even tighter. "Oooh, that feels nice!" she exclaims. "Well lie back and close your eyes and it will feel even better." I tell her, laying my towel on the bed to protect the sheets. She complies and I place my hands on her hips hooking my fingers inside her waistband. Katy lifts her hips and I slowly inch her knickers down exposing her mound a millimetre at a time. Finally they are inside out, the gusset glued to her crotch by her copious juices. Suddenly they snap free and I quickly draw them off over her ankles, stuffing the soaking gusset into my mouth I suck ravenously. "Oooh yuck!" I remove them from my mouth just long enough to say, "You taste good." before stuffing them back. Katy watches with wide eyes as I continue to suck until I can no longer taste her. Finally I spit them out and toss them to join her shirt. Putting my finger in the middle of her chest, I push her back until she is lying flat on her back. I lean over her and kiss her in the middle of her forehead, then move to kiss and lick her eyelids. Next I suck her nose into my mouth. Katy giggles. "Shhh." I trail kisses and tiny little licks over her cheek and lick and nibble around her earlobe while she squirms beneath my ministrations. Suddenly I thrust the tip of my tongue inside and wiggle it. Her eyes snap open and she squeals. Moving back I kiss her eyes shut, and descend to her slightly parted lips, I lick them and push my tongue inside for a long, slow, deep soul kiss. Next I kiss and nibble her throat and Katy squirms again, I move onto her chest and lave her tiny breasts with my tongue, drawing a figure eight from one side to the other contracting the loops at either end with each circuit until I'm licking a straight line between them. At each end of my stroke I suck the nipples into my mouth gently biting and them pulling away from her chest. Down to her belly I lick in a slowly contracting spiral about her navel, her breathing quickening all the while. When I finally thrust my tongue into it she squeals and folds up like a jackknife, gently I push her back onto the bed and kiss her eyes shut yet again. Returning to the dimple of her navel I kiss and lick a trail down to her pubis. Her legs are wide spread and her hips are lifted in anticipation. She groans when I lick once up her slit and continue on to lave her inner thighs. I leave another trail of nibbling kisses down her legs to her feet, where pulling them together I suck both her big toes into my mouth at once, then concentrating abandoning on one foot I take all of the toes into my mouth an lick the folds underneath. I then suck on the toes of the other foot before turning her over on to her face. I firmly grasp her ankle, give a broad flat lick to the sole of her foot and she tries to jerk it from my grip. The other foot receives the same treatment with a similar responses. Zigzagging from one side to the other I trail licks and kisses up her calves to the sensitive backs of her knees, I lick and she squirms yet again. Onwards and upwards I lick and nibble up the backs of her thighs concentrating on the more sensitive inner surfaces. As I approach her buttocks she is raising and lowering her hips grinding her mons into the towel which has bunched up with her movements. I separate the twin globes with my thumbs and gaze at the pink rosebud of her anus which winks as me as she clenches and releases her muscles. I blow a stream of cool air over her pucker and she humps her arse back at me. Steeling myself, I extend my tongue and lick from her flowing quim over her asshole and on up to the top of her tail bone. Tasting nothing unpleasant I return and rim her pulsating back door and then stiffening it, I plunge my tongue deep inside her and hear a muffled squeal as Katy bites into the pillow she is hugging. I wriggle my tongue in her anus and she cums in a mini-orgasm. All of the time I've been pleasuring Katy the thunder has been rumbling in the distance slowly circling closer, suddenly we are deafened by a hammering on the roof the van as the heavens reopen dumping what sounds like the entire contents of Sydney Harbour on us in a few seconds. Taking advantage of the noise I flip her over, thrust one then two fingers into her pussy, and suck her inflamed clit into my mouth. She cums like a freight train, her howl of pleasure barely audible over the pounding rain. Outside lightning flashes closely followed by deafening peals of thunder. Suck, Nip, pull I assault her clit and Katy arches her back until only her heels and the crown of her head are on the bed. It is only when I feel the muscles of her cunt rippling up and down the full length of my fingers that I realise I've popped her cherry. Releasing her clit from between my lips I allow her body to subside back to the bed. Carefully I withdraw my fingers from her quivering quim. examining them I see only a few spots of blood which I lick away before Katy can notice it. Hugging her to my chest I try to apologise, sobbing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for hurting you." repeating this like a mantra, I rock her back and forth. Eventually Katy's words penetrate through my tears and I hear, "What do you mean? You didn't hurt me. Why are you crying?" "I popped your cherry with my fingers when you arched your back and they went right up inside you and I'm sorry." I tell her. "You did?" She squeals, "Really, do you mean I can fuck you and it won't hurt." "Uh huh" I nod, giving her a wan smile. "Goody!" she wraps her arms about my neck kissing me all over my face, licking away my tears. "Oh Katy, I love you so much!", I sob, enveloping her in a bear hug, crushing her to my chest. "I love you too," Katy gasps, "but you're breaking my ribs." I slacken off a bit, apologising all over again. Katy silences my apologies by thrusting her tongue between my lips. We kiss for ever, my hands wandering all over her back and squeezing her buttocks. Eventually, Katy draws her head back and looks deep into my eyes, "Will you do it? Will you fuck me?" she asks. "Only if you want me to," I reply, "I never want to do anything to hurt you, ever." "Silly, of course I want you to, and you would never hurt me. Let's watch the storm." We extinguish the lamps and Katy, opening the curtains, stands, pressing her nose to the window overlooking the dam, I stand behind her folding my hands between her breasts. The rain has slacked off and we stand contemplating the landscape stroboscopicaly revealed by the lightning flashes. Eventually the storm rumbles off into the distance and the rain slows to a gentle pattering on the roof. I back up a step and sit on the edge of the bed drawing Katy to sit in my lap, my arms wrapped around her waist, dipping my head I nose her hair to one side and nibble on the back of her neck. Katy giggles, squirming in my lap, the stimulation causes my cock to rise up between her thighs. "Oooh, I think Woody want's to play." Katy giggles, taking him in hand and rubbing the tip over her clit. "Do you think he might like a game of hide an seek." "I'm sure he would, but first I better have a look at you to make sure I really didn't hurt you." "Silly, of course you didn't." "Even so, I just want to make sure." "Oh, all right, but I think you just want to look at my pussy." "That too." I agree, with a laugh, lifting her from my lap I lay her back on the towel, and snag the torch from the dresser beside the bed. Placing it between my teeth I use my thumbs to spread her lips wide and look up inside her. There is a small trickle of dried blood down one thigh, and a tiny smear mixed with her juices disappearing between her arse cheeks. Inside I can barely see the remains of her hymen. I spit out the torch and lick the blood from her thigh then taking her upper thighs in my hands I roll lift her lower body from the bed. Katy quickly sees what I want and takes hold of the backs of her knees, pulling back and out until she is spread wide before me and I can see her little pink rosebud beneath. Extending my tongue I lick from her pucker to her clit, savouring the coppery tang of her virgin blood mixed with her sweetness. Pointing my tongue, I return to her asshole and thrust inside, tongue fucking her arse until she squeaks. Withdrawing from her arse I observe, "We're going to have to gag you. If that storm hadn't come along when it did, MY mother would have known what we were up too, let alone yours." "Spoilsport." she grins up at me. Leaning over the side of the bed she snatches up her knickers and stuffs them in her mouth then mumbles. "What?" I ask. She removes them, "I said, 'Happy?'" and stuffs them back. Reaching up I pluck them from between her teeth. "Yes." I say and kiss her lips. "Bite them when you feel like screaming." I then shove them back between her teeth. Trailing nibbles back down her body I stop to kiss her breasts and tongue her navel. Her squeal is definitely quieter and should not be audible beyond the van. Satisfied I thrust my taster as deeply into her vagina as I can. (Her outcries are definitely quieter) I suck and nibble on her clit and tongue her slot until her juices are flowing like the creek outside. Crawling up over her body I kiss my way upwards until the tip of my cock is brushing against her quim, stooping to kiss her forehead I ask, "Ready?" She nods violently. "Remember two squeezes means stop." Another nod. "O.K., here it comes." Reaching between us I take my steel hard shaft in hand and swab it up and down her slot coating the glans with her juices. Placing the head against the entrance to her vagina I press gently inwards, I slip and the crown skitters up her crack and over her clitoris. trying again I retain hold of my staff this time until I feel her opening up around me. My knob pops abruptly inside and I feel a tight ring gripping me just below under the rim of my glans and I hear her grunt. 'Oh god she is so tight.' I think, 'I'll never make it all the way inside.' I rest without moving to allow Katy to get used to the intrusion and let my excitement subside. As my balls descend I push a little deeper, pull back then push again, slowly I work my cock in and out entering a little deeper with every thrust, until I can feel her cervix brushing the end of my dick and I am buried in the tightest, sweetest, warmest cavity imaginable, though nearly two inches of my shaft still separates us. Withdrawing until only my glans is trapped between her lips I then re-enter her with a single long slow steady stroke. As my cock brushes her cervix she cums violently ramming her pelvis up towards me, her back arched, she strains against me, muffled grunts and squeals emerge from behind her gag, suddenly her cervix gives way and a tight ring snaps over the head of my penis, coming to rest just behind the flare and her clit is grinding against my pelvis, her hands are clenched into fists and she is beating the mattress and her head is rolling from side to side. Within her vagina, my cock is massaged along it's entire length as her tight cunny ripples and contracts around it. Withdrawing is a real struggle, the tight neck of her womb grips my prick refusing to let go until with an incredible rolling sensation my glans slips free, still her clenching muscles fight me all the way. Sliding back in is just a difficult, her constricting passage almost strangling my prick, again I feel that unbelievable sensation as her cervix rolls over the head of my cock. As her orgasm subsides movement becomes easier and I take slow steady strokes, again she climaxes around my rampant intruder, and again I fight for every inch of intrusion and withdrawal. As her vagina and cervix become accustomed to my invading member my thrusts become faster and harder until she is cumming almost continuously. I soon feel the cum boiling in my balls and wrapping my arms around her I roll onto my back keeping myself lodged within her. Sliding my hand down her spine I cup her arse and probe between the clenching cheeks until my fingertip finds her asshole. I'm now right on the verge of cumming and making short, swift, stabs into her rippling passage, as I start to spurt within her I thrust my finger into her slick back passage until my palm is cupping her asscheek and she cums in a final shattering climax and passes out on my chest. Long after my balls are empty I continue to spasm in dry aching heaves, finally they subside and I bend my head forward to kiss the top of her head. I remove the knickers from Katy's mouth and cuddle her to me as she slowly recovers. "Mmm, that felt so good." she informs me. "Felt good to me too." I reply and give the finger in her arse a little wriggle as I withdraw it. "Oooh, what's that doing there?" She asks jerking upright. "Leaving, but I think it made you faint when it went in." I lift Katy from my cock, she gasps as she feels my prick snap free of her womb, a stream of our mixed juices floods my groin. Turning her in my hands I position her so she is kneeling astride my head her pussy inches from my mouth. Lifting my head I apply my lips to hers and lick the outside of her quim clean. Extending my tongue to its fullest extent I plunge it inside scooping out as much cum as I can. Suddenly my wizened member is engulfed in her hot little mouth as she tastes our combined spend. Using my finger to reach deep within her I scoop out as much of our juices as I can find. At her end Katy licks my balls and groin clean finishing with a slurping suck that leaves my cock half hard. Katy turns about and giving me a quick kiss, says, "That was awesome, I want to do it again." I return the kiss and reply, "'Not tonight Josephine', It's pretty late and we have to get some sleep. Besides you're going to be sore enough in the morning already." "Spoilsport." kiss, "Bastard." kiss, "Prick." kiss, kiss, kiss. We get up, I retrieve the torch from where it has rolled underneath the bed and we straiten things up, tossing the towel, which is surprisingly clean, into the corner. "I need a piddle." "Me too." Katy replies. We retrieve our shoes from the box and step out into the rain, which has now slowed to a drizzle. Naked we squelch around to front of the van, away from the house. "Can I hold it." Katy asks and without waiting for a reply, takes me in hand. It is a few seconds before I can relax enough to pee but the pressure in my bladder soon overcomes my sudden shyness. Giggling Katy directs the stream from side to side until it slows to a trickle and then stops. Placing my hand over hers, I direct her, "You shake it off like this." Katy does so, then surprises me by stooping to lick the last droplet from the tip. Crouching down I hold the torch in my teeth and use my hands to separate her labia and I peer within her exposed genitals. "Your turn." I say. As I look I see a tiny bulge appear beneath her clitoris and then a golden cascade hisses past inches from my nose. When her stream slow and stops with a few final spurts I return the favour an lick her clean. The taste is not as bad as I thought it would be, in fact I could get to like it. We are now a trifle damp and getting cold so we return to the van and use the towel to dry each other off, paying particular attention to the genitals. We put our clothes back on and I climb into bed, Katy slips in beside me. "What do you think you are doing?" I ask. "I'm going to sleep with you silly." she replies. "What about your mother?" "Pooh, we'll just have to wake up first." Katy gives me a soft kiss and turns pressing her little bum into my belly, takes my hand and tucks it into the top of her knickers, "G'night. Love you." "'night, Love you too." and I kiss her on the top of her head. Chapter 4 - HOME ALONE? I wake as the first dawn chorus sounds, my hand still tucked between her legs. Carefully withdrawing it I prop myself up on my elbow and gaze upon her slumbering features. In repose she looks even younger than her nine (almost ten) years, though the smile curving her lips is that ageless smile of women through the centuries. I drink her in marvelling that someone so small can hold so much love. Finally I can stand it no longer, I must taste of cupids bow. I bend and softly press my lips to hers probing betwixt them with my tongue, her mouth opens and my tongue dips writhing to taste of hers. Katy stirs, her eyelids flutter open, her arms snake behind my neck and her tongue parries mine, minutes later we break apart. "You better get into your own bed," I say, "your parents will be up soon." "Do I have to? Let's go swimming." Katy sits up and I see her wince. Concerned, I ask, "Are you O.K.?" "Yeah, just a little sore like you said." Stripping off her T-shirt Katy eases out of bed. Throwing the sheet back I get out and snag her T-shirt and towel dropping her shirt on her bed on the way out the door. I pad up the steps to the verandah and retrieve my shorts, still wet from the day before and return to the caravan, with a towel for Katy. Back in the van I strip and change my shorts and race down to the water where Katy is waiting by the cable drum in just her knickers. Dropping the towels on the drum I say "Last one in's a rotten egg" and race to the edge and plunge into the now overflowing dam. Coming up gasping, my balls are trying to crawl up inside my body. I turn an accusing glance upon Katy who is giggling from the top of the bank. "I forgot to tell you, the water's always freezing after a big rain." She laughs. "Forgot heck, you did that deliberately, are you coming in." "No way, I'm not silly like some people are." Well I can't take this lying down, I lunge from the water and give chase to a shrieking Katy. Her stiffness and laughter allow me to catch her easily, gathering the shrieking twisting bundle up in my arms I return to the dam where I wade out a little way and toss her in, I then retreat to the cable drum and take both towels, wrapping one about my shoulders. Katy comes from the water sputtering and swearing revenge, she approaches me and as she grabs for a towel, I twitch it from her grasp. "Give me that." She laughs, lunging at me. "Give in?" "No!", She snatches, missing again. I dance around her, holding the towel, teasingly, just out of reach. After a few minutes of this I slip and while I'm catching my balance, Katy darts in and snatches both towels from me, then races off for the caravan. Pounding on her heels, I'm just in time to stop her from locking the door in my face, I force my way inside behind her and taking one of the towels from her I strip off my shorts, towel myself dry and slip James' shorts back on. I glance up to see Katy hunched up on the bed examining her cunny, which looks a little red. "How's it feel?" I ask. "Still a little sore, but not too bad since you chucked me in the water." She informs me. "But I'm still gonna get you." she threatens with a grin. "It's probably the running you did stretching it, like when your legs are stiff after a long run." Katy pads up to me and presents her pussy to me, asking, "Kiss it better?" Picking her up to stand on my knees, I plant a quick kiss on the tip of her clit. Cuffing me upside the head, she says, "You can do better than that." So I do better, I lick from the bottom of her slit to the top and suck her clit into my mouth, nibbling on it till its hard. I then lift her down and give her a light swat on the backside, telling her, "Get dressed now, before your mother comes looking for us." Katy pouts but pads off to rummage through her drawers for a dry pair of knickers, waving her arse in my direction as she bends over. I get up, kneel behind her and bite her gently on the left cheek. I then reach over her shoulders to pick up a pair of knickers that have been sitting on the top all the time, silently I hold hem out to her. Katy slips them on with rueful grin, and finding a shirt and skirt, finishes getting dressed. Together we wander barefoot over to the boundary fence, mud squelching between our toes, and slip through. Walking to where the creek is still flowing swiftly, though no where near it's peak of the previous night. Together we gaze into the swirling waters. Katy's arm about my waist feels so right as we silently luxuriate in the cool, rain swept, dawn. A sudden crashing in the bush to one side causes us to turn, a few seconds later a large grey kangaroo hops from the bush to stand only a few meters away. We contemplate each other for a few seconds before the kangaroo decides we are not a threat and stoops to take a drink from the creek, then with a single bound clears the water before disappearing through the bush in the direction of my uncles house. A few more minutes of silence follow, before Katy decides that she is hungry. We return to the house to find Jane in the kitchen, stirring a pot of porridge. "What on earth were you doing swimming straight after a heavy rain like that for?" She asks me, "You're lucky your balls didn't drop off." "Not quite, though I did have to swallow a couple of times." I reply, "Someone.." accusing glance, "thought an early morning swim would be just dandy." "Well, I saw that she got hers. Sit down I was just going to call you." Over breakfast, we discuss the order of the day. "The weather forecast this morning, said that Cyclone Katherine," James begins. "Hey they named a cyclone after you, good choice." I tell Katy, earning a punch in the arm. "As I was saying, the cyclone is due to hit the coast sometime tomorrow. Jane says that stocks are getting a bit low, and I need to take care of some business just in case we get cut off here by the weather. Would you mind staying here and keeping an eye on the place until we get back, we've had some trouble with things going for a walk. Normally one of us would stay behind, but there's just too much to do today." "Can I stay?" asks Katy. Jane looks at me, "That all right with you?" "No problem, I'll just chuck her in the dam if she's any trouble." I respond. "Make sure you tie the bricks on tight." is James' contribution. "We'll collect Jimmy from the Shead's to be our porter, so don't expect to see him til we get back." After breakfast is over, I send Katy down to the van to collect the leaking pillow and ask Jane for a needle and some thread so that I can repair it. "How big a mess did you two make last night?" asks Jane. "Not too much, you interrupted us just as the pillow started to split." It only takes me few minutes to fix the pillow. I then look at Katy with a speculative eye. "You reckon you can escape, no matter how you are tied up, do you?" "Yep!" proudly. "Taught her all I know." is James' response. "Well I bet I can tie you to that chair, so you can't leave it, with this." I say holding up the piece of cotton left over from repairing the pillow. "No Way!" says Katy. Her father though, knows better than to take what looks like a sucker bet. I put Katy's one of hand through the back of the chair, and tie her thumbs securely together with two turns of cotton, James and I then saunter off to the lounge to check the latest weather report. We hear, "Ouch, that hurts." as Katy tries to twist her hands to break the cotton. Several minutes of grunts and groans follow, before Katy appears in the door carrying the chair before her. "Can you get me loose?" "What's the magic word?" I ask. "Please." "I don't know, we had a bet, what do I win?" "I won't kill you if you let me go now." "Does, that sound fair to you?" I ask James. "I'd hold out for at least a cup of tea if I were you." To Katy I say, "Cup of tea AND you won't get me back for chucking you in the dam?" "O.K. O.K." A quick snip with the scissors and Katy is loose. "Now how about that cup of tea?" "Beast." With a twitch of her behind she leaves the room, returning a few minutes later with cuppas all round. By about nine o'clock the creek is down enough to get the car through and Jane and James decide not to waste any time and head off. Katy and I watch them go, when they are out of sight, Katy turns to me with a smile, "Let's fuck." "Better give them a few minutes, to make sure that they are really gone." I say. "Why don't we go over to my uncle's and get some clean clothes for me first?" We lock up the house and head off, The creek is still above my knees so I lift Katy to my shoulders and wade across. Lifting Katy down I take the opportunity to grab a quick feel. Fifteen minutes later I've told my mother where I'll be for the rest of the day and we are heading back to Katy's with a clean change of clothes and a dry towel for me, as Katy tells me the water will be warm enough to swim in by about lunch time. In the van Katy wastes no time and is soon naked and lying spread eagled on the bed. I swiftly follow suit, then taking both of her ankles in one hand I lift her hips and slip a towel beneath her as if I was changing a baby, giving her bottom a swat I let go and her legs snap apart like they were spring loaded. Kneeling at the foot of the bed I lean forwards and blow a stream of air over her clitoris, I then tease her with kisses and licks all around her pussy while avoiding her clit which is soon standing up begging for attention. *** Lena could not believe her eyes. She had come over to visit her boyfriend's sister, his parents had taken him shopping with them and her brothers had decided to go fishing leaving her alone. Having just gotten back from spending a week in town with at friend's place, she was still getting used to being alone and had decided that the company of a girl four years her junior was better than nothing. Coming through the fence she had seen Katy go into the van with a strange man, she had called out but they had not heard her. Curious, she had crept up to the van and hearing strange noises she decided to see what was happening before announcing her presence. Raising her head to look through the window she was met by an incredible sight: There was her boyfriend's little sister naked with her knees pulled up to her chest and the stranger was crouched over her and he was LICKING her cunny. Her first thought was to run home and tell her parents what she had seen, but as she stood there watching it became obvious that Katy was an active participant and she felt a tingle beginning to build in her loins. Taking another, longer look at the engrossed pair she saw more, the man had two of his fingers pushed right inside Katy and he was moving them in an out, looking closely at the mans crouched form she could see his dick and it looked absolutely enormous, a bit longer than her Jimmy's and much thicker. Suddenly the tingle was much stronger and she just had to scratch it. Rubbing herself through her shorts she watches what is happening within the van, she soon feels the need for more and slips her hand inside the tight waistband of her shorts, unable to move her hand she undoes the snap and tries again, this time her hand slips easily inside her bikini bottoms and her fingers are soon busily working on her clit, and sliding through her soaking crack. Inside she can see that Katy has released her legs to rest on the strangers shoulders and she is holding onto his head. Katy is making a lot of strange grunts and squeals, her hips are moving from side and it looks like the man has one of his fingers stuck up her bum too. *** Katy cums with a squeal that makes me glad that her parents are several miles away, suddenly we are interrupted by a loud thump on the side of the caravan. Guiltily, I remove my fingers from her openings and we quickly draw apart. I pull on a pair of shorts and Katy scrambles into her skirt and a shirt. Moving to the door we look out: I see a strange girl with dark curly hair, she looks to be about thirteen or so and is obviously in the aftermath of an orgasm. She is sitting on the muddy ground, leaning back against the side of the van, her shorts down to mid thigh. Her hand is stuffed inside her red polka dot bikini bottoms and it is moving in slow circular strokes. Suddenly she notices us standing there. She jerks her hand out like it was scalded and flushes a deep red all the way down to her well filled bikini top. Stammering she tries to explain, "I-I-I didn't know you were th-th- there?" "Obviously." I ask "Who is she, Katy?" "Oh she's Jimmy's girlfriend. Lena this is Geoff. Geoff, Lena." I offer my hand and Lena takes it in hers, she realises that it's still wet with her juices and jerks it from my grasp and rubbing it on her shorts, blushes again, suddenly she bursts into tears. "Go and get us a drink," Katy tells me, "while I have a talk to her." I go into the house and spend an interminable ten minutes making up a jug of cordial. Grabbing three glasses, I head back for the van. Down in the van I find Katy and Lena sitting on a towel on Katy's bed. Lena seems a little better but she looks very jumpy. I give them their drinks and take a seat on the floor in front of them with mine. Lena looks down at her drink avoiding my eyes. "Lena," her eyes flick to me then back to her drink, "I'm not mad at you, though I am scared of what you might say." "Oh, I'm not going to tell on you." she whispers. "Why not?" I ask, "You should you know." "I know, but Katy said it was mostly her idea and if I tell, you'll get into a lot of trouble, Katy will get it trouble, and nobody will be happy." "What else has Katy told you?" "She say's you make her feel really good." Suddenly she bursts into tears again. I look to Katy who just shrugs. I get up and sit beside Lena, she turns and hides her face on my shoulder. Awkwardly, I put my arm around her and hold her until the sobs racking her body subside, she shudders a few times and lifts her head to wipe her eyes before dropping it back to my shoulder. Lifting her chin with my finger I look into her red rimmed eyes and ask, "Why does Katy feeling good make you cry?" "B-because I let Jimmy do it last week and it hurt, and last night we did it again and he-he stopped just when I started to feel nice an-and Katy says, you make her feel good every time. Sh-She's just a little kid, and I've got boobs and everything, h-how come I don't feel good, wh-what's wrong with me?" "You seemed to be feeling pretty good outside before we interrupted you." I observe. "That's different, I was doing it myself, how come it doesn't feel good with Jimmy." "Well there's nothing wrong with you, I'd say the problem was with Jimmy." Katy chips in, "Yeah, I bet he just got on top and stuck it in." Lena looks at Katy, surprised, "How, did you know?" I reply, "Because Jimmy is really the 'little kid', he knows how to fuck, but he doesn't know how to make love. If he just climbs on top and shoves, it's going to be uncomfortable and by the time he is finished you'll just be starting to get warmed up. You'll have to tell him what to do." "But I don't know what to do." is her plaintive reply. "You seemed to have a fairly good idea outside, just tell him to do the same sort of things, also make him shoot, before he fucks you, so that he lasts longer the second time." "How do I do that?" "Well you could give him a hand job," I start. "Or you suck him off." interjects Katy, who seems determined to shock. "You mean put it in my mouth?" Lena asks incredulously, "That's disgusting." "No it's not, Geoff tastes really good, especially when he shoots his sperm in my mouth." "Oooh, yuk!" "Really, what were we doing when you saw us?" I ask. "You were licking her between the legs." "So, was my licking Katy's cunt disgusting?" "Sort of, but it made me feel really hot too, thinking about someone doing it to me." "Well, anything two people do with each other, so long as they both want to do it, is generally not that bad, in fact, if it looks disgusting, it probably feels pretty good." "Yeah, he licked my bum last night and I nearly went through the roof." Lena looks at me and gasps, "You didn't?" I nod, "She had just had a shower, she was clean, I knew she would like it, so why not?" "I guess, but it seems so strange. Can you ...." Lena trails off. "Can I what?" "No, you'll just get mad at me." "No, we won't." Katy encourages. "Katy's right, we won't get angry with anything you say." "C-can you show me what to do." Lena gets out in a rush. "I can't see any problems with that, can you Katy?" "No, do you want to join in or just watch us or do you want Geoff to do it to you?" "Can I just watch to start with?" "Of course, just don't tell Jimmy or anybody else. If anybody found out about Katy and me I'd probably go to jail and Katy might end up in a home." "O.K." Katy claps her hand with delight, and taking both Lena and I by the hand, she drags us to Jimmy's bed at the other end of the van and falling back on the bed, she flips her skirt up to reveal her bald pussy, which is already leaking down between her arse cheeks to saturate the back of her skirt. "Better get that skirt off before you ruin it." I say. Pulling Katy to her feet I remove her shirt and pull down her skirt to pool about her ankles. Katy kneels in front of me and unfastens my shorts and lets them drop to the floor. She then sticks out her tongue and licks me from root to crown coating my member with a sheen of saliva. Taking a deep breath she ovals her mouth and plunges her head forward, burying her nose in my hair she takes me deep into her throat. Lena gasps. Katy bobs her head up and down a few times before releasing me with a slurp while Lena looks on in disbelief. Not to be outdone I pick Katy up, throw her back on the towel and plunge my tongue deep into her slot. I lick and suck furiously at Katy's cunt for a few seconds before changing to teasing licks and sucks. I work her right up to the edge, but refuse to tip her over. Glancing at Lena I see her with one hand inside her bikini bottoms, the other squeezing and rubbing her tits. "Why don't you take those off and sit up here so you can see better?" I ask, briefly lifting my mouth from Katy's pussy. I then lower my face back into position and continue to tease her, licking and biting at her thighs, flicking my tongue inside her for a second before withdrawing. Feeling movement on the bed, I flick my eyes up to see Lena has taken up a position kneeling behind Katy's head and is leaning over to closely observe where my tongue is working over Katy's delectable pussy. Her eyes are only six inches from mine, she blushes when she sees me looking at her but doesn't move. Beneath me Katy is almost incoherent, squealing, grunting, moaning and cursing me. I move my head slightly and begin rimming Katy's asshole, her grunts and groans are now more urgent, coming more swiftly. Suddenly the sounds are muffled and I hear Lena gasp, Glancing up, I see Lena's eyes have rolled back in her head, looking a little lower I see the reason, Katy has latched onto one of her hanging tits and is sucking for all she is worth. I decide that now is the time and plunging a finger deep into Katy's opening, I attack her clit, suck, nip, pull and her thighs snap tight on my neck, as she cums hard emitting a muffled bane sihde wail into the flesh of Lena's breast. Lena pulls back in surprise and Katy, loosing her gag, lets fly with her full voice. All the while I work on her clit, she is cumming continuously, her tiny body rigid in front of Lena, the muscles of her belly rippling visibly. The volume of her voice diminishes with each wail until she is reduced to a barely audible whimper. Just before she passes out I desist in my assault on her clit and change to slow gentle licks collecting as much of her overflowing juice as I can. Katy's body looses it's rigidity and her breathing slowly recovers, a minute later she pushes my head away. "No more. Oh god that was incredible.", she gasps. "That was awesome," Lena says, I look up to see her gently rubbing her mons, and squeezing her breast, "I thought you were killing her." "Just wait till he does it to you, you won't care if he does.", grins Katy, recovered enough for her usual bubbly exuberance to resurface. "Would you?" Lena asks in a barely audible whisper, her voice carries a little apprehension, but I can't tell if she's scared I will or scared that I won't. "Only if you want me to." I reply. "Good sex is all about choice, and if someone says 'no', you stop." I explain. "So do you want me to?" "Yes please." says Lena, shyly, in a little girl voice. "Move." I say, giving Katy's hip a push. Reluctantly she gives way, and Lena takes her place. Sitting back on my heels I take my first good look at Lena. Her dark curly hair frames a heart shaped face, the flickering of her deep brown eyes and the tongue licking her full lips, betrays a slight, lingering uncertainty. Her nose is just a bit to large for her face, she is not a beauty but is certainly very attractive. Her body will definitely attract more than a casual glance, breasts the size of small grapefruit surmount her chest, though slightly flattened by gravity they are firm enough to maintain their shape. Crowning them, her stiff nipples, the same diameter as my little finger stand out nearly half an inch, centred in dark aereoli nearly two inches across. These breasts would be stunning on an adult, on a thirteen year old girl they are mind blowing. The still forming flare of her hips beneath her flat tummy, promises an hourglass figure that all women desire and few achieve. At the juncture of her thighs every detail of her fleshy mons is fully visible, the single curl of fine, dark reddish hair at the very top of her slit conceals nothing and the wine dark flesh of enormous inner labia protrude from between her puffy outer lips. As I prepare to taste of Lena's honey pot, Katy pulls my head down and whispers in my ear, "Why don't we do what you did to me last night?" "What do you mean? As I recall I did several things to you last night." I whisper back. "You know lick her all over." Katy clarifies. "Both of us?" "Yeah," Katy grins, "It'll drive her bananas." turning to Lena, who has propped herself on her elbows and is looking at us trying to follow our whispers, she instructs, "Lie back, and close your eyes and keep them closed, and don't move your hands." "What are you going to do?" Lena asks, her apprehension showing. "Don't worry, you'll like it, it's gonna drive you nuts." Katy reassures her. Lena does as instructed and Katy and I take up stations to either side. As soon as she feels the touch of two sets of lips on her forehead her eyes snap open, and she gasps at Katy, "But you're a girl! I'm not a lesbian!" "Of course not," I reassure her, "You're a lesbian if you do it ONLY with girls, don't worry this will be a lot of fun, lots of people do it." "Yeah, I just want to help Geoff make you feel really good." Katy chips in. "O.K. I guess." Lena lies back again and closes her eyes. Once again Katy and I bend to kiss Lena, she quivers a little but remains supine. Our tongues and lips wander over her eyelids and across her cheeks, together we nibble and tongue Lena's ears. Our lips on the side of her neck cause her to squirm as shivers ascend her spine. Tracing the line of her jaw I move up to savour lips that part at my touch. My tongue slips between them and is met by a lively response, Lena's tongue twines itself about mine before darting in between my lips to lick inside my mouth. When I raise my head I restrain Katy, before she can take her turn, I shake my head slightly and she nods in response, understanding that Lena might not be ready for a full kiss from a girl. In unison once again, eyes locked together so we can follow each others movements, our lips trace her jaw line back to her neck and onto her shoulders, our tongues trace the uppermost swell of her breasts. Momentarily we loose sync as I surprise Katy by doing something I had forgotten the night before. I take Lena's arm and lift it from the bed to expose her armpit, I inhale, savouring the aroma, before licking the slight sheen of sweat from the smooth expanse of skin, broken only by the finest of new grown hairs, Lena's body writhes and undulates as she squeaks at the unexpected sensations. Katy gives me a funny look but follows suit. We mouth our way down her arms, to take her fingers one by one into our mouths sucking and twining our tongues around them. Making our way back up her arm, we leave a trail of wet kisses to Lena's heaving ribs. Taking a breast each, Katy and I trace slowly contracting spirals with our tongues and lips. Finally we reach the summit and suck the engorged nipples between our lips. Lena makes her first sound of arousal, a long drawn out moan. Katy and I grin at each other, a nipple each between out teeth. We nibble and suck for a few moments longer, then trail our tongues onto her quivering belly, She jumps with a gasp as my tongue plunges into her navel and jerks again as Katy follows me. Moving onwards I take her curl of russet pubic hair between my teeth and tug gently. Lena's hips are straining upwards trying to force her mound onto my mouth, I ignore her silent plea for strong stimulation and take her protruding labia into my mouth for only a second, before releasing them with a wet slurp. A gush of fluids are released as I separate her lips and I lap them up with relish. Katy's tongue and lips follow mine and I have to prod her to remind her of the task ahead, Lena groans in frustration as we abandon her quivering, soaking wet quim. Once more side by side, Katy and I trail nibbles and licks the length Lena's inner thighs, around her kneecaps, and down her shins. Our tongues twine around and between her toes before tickling the sensitive folds beneath, a broad lick from heel to toe causes her to jerk her feet from our grasp, with a sharp cry. Together Katy and I roll Lena over onto her tummy and gently biting on her heels we start the journey home. We lick and kiss our way up her calves to the sensitive skin behind her knees, where our tongues cause Lena to squeal and squirm. The muscles of her thighs tense and relax under our tongues as she clenches and releases her buttocks, grinding her mons into the bed beneath her. Together we bite, suck and kiss all over Lena's buttocks before separating them. Katy darts in ahead of me and licks from bottom to top lapping up the juices that have flowed into the crease. Her tongue flicks back to circle Lena's anus before stiffening and plunging inside. Lena's breath, which has been coming in short fast pants punctuated by little yips of excitement, leave her lungs with a whooshing squeal and I push Katy aside and my tongue takes it's turn licking the length of Lena's arse crack and plunging into her pucker. Rolling Lena onto her back, I lift her leg and push her knee to her chest, Katy follows suit and we both have access to Lena's saturated quim and asshole. I lap from the base of her spine to the top of her slit and Katy follows. We then each take one of Lena's protruding labia in our teeth and pull as if in a tug of war, then it's back to licking and I allow my tongue to plunge deep between the labia into her overflowing vagina, out and I flick my tongue over the tip of her clit. Katy dives in beneath me and tries to lick Lena dry, licking and sucking like there was no tomorrow. Lena cums with a wolf like howl, her body snapping straight, knocks Katy aside and a knee dazes me as it glances off my temple. Between her Legs Lena's vulva is spurting a creamy liquid from between inflamed lips, Katy dives back in and covers Lena's entire pulsating quim with her mouth anxious not to miss any more of this new treat. Lena's body spasms, arching clear of the bed, and falling back over and over again, somehow or other Katy manages to maintain her lip lock the entire time and not a drop of Lena's spend escapes. As Lena's spasms subside, I tear Katy loose and mash my lips to hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth I taste of the delectable nectar. Indescribable, the otherworldly taste sears my tongue, bottled it would outsell the beverage giants Coke and Pepsi, driving them into bankruptcy. An eternity later, we are interrupted as Lena throws her arms about us and hugs us to her, tears streaming down her cheeks. Katy and I kiss the tears from her cheeks and this time I don't intervene as Katy presses her lips to Lena's and they exchange a deep soul kiss. I look on in amusement as Katy's toes curl. Finally Lena pulls back and asks, "Is that me I can taste?", Together Katy and I nod. "Well if all girls taste like that I don't care if I am a lesbian." Laughing I tell her not to worry. "What was that?" Katy asks, "I don't squirt like that do I?" "I have absolutely no idea. But it was great wasn't it." "Yeah!" turning to Lena Katy asks, "Did that drive you nuts or what?" "You have no idea, all that teasing made me want to kill you." "Was the wait worth it?" I ask. "YES! You can do that to me any time." Katy turns on me with a predatory grin, "It's his turn now." "Oh, no it's not if you touch me now I'll go off like a rocket. Let's go for a swim until I cool down a bit." The girls agree, Katy somewhat reluctantly. Lena slips her bikini back on, Katy makes do with a pair of knickers and for myself the ubiquitous shorts suffice. Two minutes later we are splashing around in the water. Though still cool, it has lost it's bite and my balls remain where they belong. We horse around for a few minutes, ducking each other and bombing each other from the platform. Then I notice that look in Katy's eye which bodes ill for someone, a quick pluck at the back of Lena's neck and her breasts are bobbing free in the water her top hanging loosely around her ribs. Lena turns but finds only widening ripples in the water. Shrugging, Lena loosens the tie across her back and with a flick of her wrist tosses the top onto the bank. Katy resurfaces and Lena pounces snagging an ankle. They the go into a huddle casting significant glances my way. 'Uh oh!' I think, 'Oh well let's get it over with.' and I swim in their direction. As I approach they separate, Katy slipping behind me, (normally I would turn to face the more dangerous adversary, but Lena's bobbing breasts hold my eyes), Lena approaches and putting her hands on my shoulders leaps up forcing me beneath the surface, crushing her tits into my face at the same time. 'I can live with this, I don't need to breath' I tell myself, only seconds later I am reminded of Katy as my shorts are tugged free. Eventually though, I do need to breath and I return to the surface keeping an arm about Lena's waist. Lena put up only a token struggle as I remove her bottoms and toss them onto the growing pile on the bank. A quick feel and together we gang up to capture Katy. When we do corner her she slips her knickers off and tosses them before we are able to capture her. "Not good enough." I say, and sweeping her up in my arms I blow zoobers all over her body, Lena joins in and Katy is soon a quivering mass of giggles. Suddenly we release her and she disappears beneath the surface with a squeal. Lena and I retreat to the platform and Katy comes up sputtering, vowing revenge. Lena wraps her arms about my neck, I support her with an arm about her waist the other about the pole to support us both. I pull her in tight and her breasts squash delightfully against my chest, applying pressure to the back of my neck she pulls my head down and fastens her lips to mine, her tongue darting out to joust with mine. Blood rushes to my head and elsewhere and soon Woody is standing proudly to attention, his head prodding at the top of her slit. Lena humps her hips at me rubbing the length of her slot over my engorged glans, suddenly she gasps as the head pops inside the tight ring of muscles at the entrance of her vagina. Katy's hand sliding between our bellies and down to grasp my member interrupts us. "I think he's ready, let's go back to the van." she says. Tugging Woody from his warm refuge she tows him towards the bank, I, perforce follow. Recovering our clothes from the grassy bank we run naked to the van. Inside, I take up a towel and rub both girls dry paying careful attention to where they are dampest. When my turn comes they take a towel each and Katy magnanimously allows Lena to dry off Woody, then dries him herself 'Just to make sure.' "You two were fucking weren't you?" Katy asks. "Nearly," I reply dryly, "but we were interrupted." "We'll you're mine, you can only fuck her if I'm watching." "You mean join in, don't you?" I laugh. "Whatever." Lena clears her throat self-consciously, Katy and I cease our interplay and turn to her. She seems to be turning something over in her mind, finally she blurts out, "Katy can you teach me how to suck his cock?" Whether by accident or design Lena has picked just the right way to stroke Katy and she is all smiles as she replies, "Sure, it's great fun and his sperm tastes really good. It's real easy too, the most important thing to remember is to be careful with your teeth." Katy then tells of her lesson and they have a good laugh at my expense. Katy uses my cock to explain where I'm most sensitive and what I seem to like, She goes on to repeat the lesson I gave her on how to build me up adding a new twist, "If you excite him too much and he's gonna cum before you want him to, just push hard here with your thumb and wait until he stops twitching." She indicates a spot at the base of my penis above my balls. "I read that in one of those stories." she informs me proudly. Instructions finished with, Katy has me lie back on the bed, and Lena kneel beside my shoulders facing my feet. She then sits back to watch, fingers already busy between her legs. Lena's first moves are tentative, taking my cock in her hand she examines it from all angles, squeezing and pinching gently. She scoops up a drop of pre cum from the end, rubs it between her fingertips and sniffs at it, finally she sticks her tongue out and tastes it. Satisfied, she leans over and kisses, then licks the tip. "Lick it all over and make it wet." Katy says impatiently. "Shut up Katy, let her go at her own pace." I tell her. Lena steels herself and runs her tongue from the root to the crown, then opening her jaws wide pops the head through her ovaled lips, her tongue tentatively licks at the head, the tip probing into the tiny slit at the end. Gaining confidence the actions of her tongue becomes firmer more assured, soon she is bobbing up and down on my rampant member her tongue flickering about my knob as though possessed. Now sure of herself she makes a deeper stroke than she has previously and my cock bumps the back of her throat and she gags. She jerks backwards and my cock pops free of her mouth, she coughs and returns to try again, over and over she tries to take my entire length within her mouth. After four or five attempts I say, "Don't worry about it, not all women can swallow a mans cock." "Hey, that might work!" Lena resumes her attack on me, and this time when my cock hits the back of her mouth she swallows convulsively. The sensation of the muscles of her throat working about the head of my cock are almost enough to send me over the edge, Katy notices the warning signs and warns Lena to back off. Lena ignores her wanting to try out her newfound skill, retreating only far enough to release my knob from her throat, she takes a breath and plunging forwards swallows me whole yet again. It takes all of my self control not to grab her head and fuck her face. Lena backs up until her lips caress the rim of my glans, her tongue goes into overdrive, flickering all around my knob and spearing into my pisshole. My balls are tight and churning and my prick is hard enough to drive railway spikes. One more swallow is all it takes and I'm cumming down her throat, she quickly pulls back, holding just the head between her lips. Jet after jet of my creamy jism pulses into her mouth until it starts to leak around my shaft. "Don't swallow," Katy orders Lena, "I want to share it." Pulling my cock from between Lena's lips she takes it into her own mouth, lapping up the last few dribbles, before taking Lena's head between her hands and locking their lips together, they clinch for nearly a minute, passing my cum back and forth, before swallowing a portion each. The pair of them then descend upon my groin and clean it like a pair of cats let loose in the dairy. Woody twitches in response, but is unable to rise to the occasion. The combination of the morning's buildup and Lena's incredible mouth action have drained me completely, my balls hang loose and aching. Together they work upon me trying to restore the lead to my pencil, but all I am able to do is twitch slightly. Finally I push them away, telling them, "Woah girls, Lena's drained me dry and It's going to take me a while to recover. Why don't you have some fun together until I'm ready? Besides watching you will help me recover faster." Katy is quick to agree, Lena is not so sure but acquiesces when Katy prods her, "C'mon, It'll be great." I position Katy on the bottom and Lena with her knees either side of Katy's head. As soon as Lena is in position Katy lifts her head and licks Lena from stem to stern, Lena gasps and throws her head back with her eyes closed. After a few seconds I place my hand behind Lena's head and push gently, she shows no resistance and soon her eyes are within inches of Katy's moist slit, she looks at it for a moment then tentatively separates the lips with her the thumb and forefinger of one hand, the fingers of the other hand passing behind Katy's thigh and exploring within, gently sliding over the slick flesh around Katy's vagina and then flicking her engorged clit causing Katy to moan into the flesh of Lena's vulva. Moving to the other end I see Katy has taken one of Lena's labia into each hand and has them stretched wide apart, her tongue is tracing a figure eight, circling Lena's clit and anus, pausing to plunge deep within Lena's vaginal opening every time it passes. Suddenly Katy emits a surprised squeal and I look to see that Lena has taken the plunge and has her mouth covering Katy's entire mons. I can't see exactly what she is doing, but judging by the way Katy's hips are moving up and down in short sharp thrusts, I guess Lena's talented tongue is hard at work. Moving to put my mouth to Lena's ear I explain my suck, nip, pull technique and suggest that she use it when Katy starts to cum. She nods and continues her ministrations. I flick my tongue into her ear eliciting a muffled squeak, before moving to kneel behind Katy's head. Bending forwards I plunge my tongue into Lena's back door as Katy sucks and chews on Lena's engorged inner lips. Suddenly Katy's head snaps back against the mattress, her eyes rolled back in her head, her teeth exposed by lips drawn back in a rictus grin, almost immediately she gives voice to a shattering screech as she cums hard, she barely has time to draw breath before squealing again and again as Lena follows my instructions and sucks, nips and pulls on Katy's enraged clitoris. Ceasing her all out assault, Lena switches to long slow licks as she laps up Katy's overflowing juices, leaving her gasping for breath. Katy soon recovers and I sit back and watch in amazement as she attacks Lena's pussy like she was possessed, licking and sucking on Lena's inflamed labia, flicking her tongue over Lena's engorged clitoris. Katy inserts two fingers into Lena's cunt and plunges them in and out her fist slapping against Lena's mound, a minute later she adds a third finger and then a fourth. I look on in complete stupefaction as a moment later, Katy's entire hand disappears within the folds of Lena's pulsating quim. Now Lena cums as she throws her head back and howls the taut tendons of her neck standing out in sharp relief. Katy is pumping her fist in and out of Lena's cunt with an obscene squelching sound, her arm disappearing half way to the elbow before withdrawing and plunging back. It is Lena's turn to writhe with multiple- orgasms as over and over again Katy pounds away at Lena's palpitating pussy refusing to stop until Lena collapses unconscious on top of her. I stop Katy before she is able to withdraw her hand, saying "Wait for her to wake up." Lifting Lena from Katy's body, I turn her onto her back and lay her back down beside Katy. I quickly move to the other end of the van and return with an empty glass just in time to see Lena beginning to stir. Setting the glass on the dresser I lift Lena and sit behind her supporting her on my shoulder, tilting her head back I kiss her gently on the lips, her tongue slips between my lips as she recovers. Suddenly her eye snap open and she pushes my head away to looks down, "Oh my god!" she exclaims. Retrieving the glass I place it in Katy's free hand and lift Lena's arse clear of the bed. Katy holds the glass in position beneath Lena and slowly withdraws her fist with and obscene slurp. Lena groans softly as it pops free, a milky cascade of juices flows from her gaping twat into the glass, nearly filling it. I lean back against the end of the bed and the girls snuggle up on each side of me each with a leg thrown over one of mine. Entwined together we pass our loving cup between us tilting it to each others lips. Silently we share our love for each other until the glass is empty and Katy is using her fingers to scrape up every last droplet and feeding them to me. Finally Lena breaks the silence, "That was in-fucking-credible, I don't believe you had your whole hand in me. And it didn't hurt, it felt great." "I think he's ready to fuck now." says Katy, grasping my throbbing, steel hard fuck stick. "'Ready to fuck' she says! I'm ready to punch holes in armour plate after that performance!" I say. Katy giggles. It is then that I notice the moan of the rising wind outside, "That fuck's going to have to wait." I say, "We had better make sure everything's secure." We quickly slip our clothes on and step outside. As I open the door it is snatched from my hand by the wind, banging against the side of the van. Outside the sun has disappeared behind roiling banks of cloud and the temperature has plummeted. "Shit Lena, you'd better get home before the rain brings the creeks back up." I tell her. "O.K. Bye, and thankyou so much." she says before fastening her lips to mine in a passionate kiss. I give her a quick pat on the arse and she heads off at a run. Katy and I swiftly check around outside the house looking for anything loose and then check the tiedowns for the van and drop the awnings to cover the windows. Everything secure, we go inside to check the news. Just as the TV finishes warming up Lena comes pounding up the stairs and into the house. "It's too late," she gasps, "It' must have already started raining upstream, the creek's just about burst its banks." "What's your number?" I ask picking up the phone. she tells me and I dial, it's answered on the first ring and an anxious sounding woman answers. "Hello, is that you Lena?" "Mrs Shead? It's Geoff Lyndon here, you don't know me but I'm Liam's nephew, I'm here at the O'Conner's place with Katy and Lena. She's fine but we wore each other out playing in the dam and fell asleep in front of the telly. We only woke up when the wind started rattling things. I sent Lena off as soon as we woke up but she's just came back and told me the creek's right up and she can't get home. Katy's parents aren't back yet either." "Damn! You'd better let me speak to my daughter." I hand the phone to Lena. "Mum?" .. "Yeah, I'm real sorry, like Geoff said, we fell asleep and only just woke up." .. "Yeah, I will, I'm sorry. Bye." Lena hands the phone back to me saying, "She wants to speak to you again." "Yes Mrs Shead?" "I'm sorry this had to happen. It looks like you're stuck looking after those kids for a few days, this storm isn't going to blow itself out early. Have you seen the news yet?" "No we missed that and we're waiting for an update." "Well that storm moved a hell of a lot faster than anyone expected. It's going to hit the coast just north of here in about an hour. How are you fixed for food? Jane told me she was going shopping for supplies." I send Katy to check. She returns a few minutes later to tell me we have plenty of flour, rolled oats and powdered milk, a dozen eggs, some tins, but no meat except the leftovers from last night and very few vegies. I report this to Mrs Shead, saying, "Well I can keep us full, with porridge and pancakes it just won't be too nutritious." "Good enough. I'd better let you go, I'm sure Katy's parents are trying to call. Bye." "Bye." As soon I drop the receiver into its cradle, the phone rings shrilly and I snatch it up again. "Hello." "Geoff it's James. Sorry but it looks like you are going to have to watch the house and Katy a little longer. We're still in town and it's bucketing down. I know the creeks will already be up, so we're going to have to wait out the storm in the emergency shelters at the showgrounds." "It's O.K. James, everything's under control here, though we do have an extra house guest." "Who?" "Lena, she came over to see Katy and we got so totally shagged in the dam that we all fell asleep in front of the telly, by the time one of us woke up it was too late for her to get across the creek." "Oh. Have you taped the windows yet?" "No." "Well you better get started, there's a couple of rolls of tape in the kitchen draw. tape a cross on each window pane. It makes it a little safer if something breaks the glass. Oh, and the spare battery for the telly is down in the battery room bring it up and only use the telly for the news. The Kero's also down there, bring it up and put it on the verandah. Uh, Jane want's to say a few things, here she is." "Geoff," Jane's voice, "I want you to bring the mattresses up from the van, and sleep on the floor of the lounge, it's safer up there than down in the van. I'm sorry you don't have much food." "It's all right we can manage, I already worked out that we can keep ourselves full with porridge and pancakes. I'll make us up a decent meal tonight with the tag end of the roast and some vegies and after that we'll just have to eat peasant food." "O.K. let me speak to the girls." I hand the phone to Katy, she and Lena huddle together and listen to Jane. "Uh huh" .. "Sure thing, not a problem" .. "We will." .. "Do we have to" .. "Oh O.K." .. "Bye mum" "Bye Mrs O'Conner" "Here." to me, as she hand me back the phone. "Geoff, we're terribly sorry this had to happen, but at least you'll be more comfortable than us in the cow barn at the showgrounds, there's going to be two or three hundred people there before the storm's over. Make sure the girls are in bed by ten a the latest, they're not going to get much sleep but at least they can be resting. And make sure they take a shower every night, you've got plenty of hot water with the stove and the storm will keep the tank full." "James just reminded me, you better lay in a stock of wood on the veranda, the axe is in the battery room. Oh god, I'm so sorry this had to happen." "We'll be fine." I reassure her, "I better go so we can finish getting ready before it starts to rain." "OK, Bye" "Bye" I hang up and decide my mother can wait until we have finished moving things. "Quick we've got to get the mattresses up from the van, Katy where are some blankets? It's going to get rather cold." "Oh, they're in the lockers in the van." "O.K. we'll bring them too." We hurry down to the van and Lena and I take the mattress from Jimmy's bed, Katy rummages in the locker under her bed for the blankets, "What's this?" I hear her ask, "Oh!" I look up just in time to see her stuff something in amongst the blankets with a giggle. We take our loads up to the house and dump them before returning for Katy's mattress and some clothes. I look at Lena and suggest she take some of Jimmy's as they should be a near enough fit. Back in the house I set the girls to taping the windows while I bring up the Kerosene and the battery. I head for the woodpile where I begin chopping feverishly. "I think that's enough," Katy's voice startles me from my trance like hewing, "Your mother's on the phone. I told her what happened but she wants to speak to you." I look around at the pile of split timber, there is enough for over a week, so I bury the axe in the chopping block and follow Katy up the stairs. I pick up the phone, "Hi mum." "Are you going to be right?" "Yes mum we'll be fine." "Have you got enough food? Blankets?" "Yes mum. ev.." "What about wood?" she interrupts. "Yes mum we were just about to stack what I've cut on the verandah. God mum your worse than Jane and Mrs Shead, it's their kids I'm looking after, I'm an adult I can look after myself." "Are you sure?" "Shit mum, I'm sure. Look I've got to go if we are to get this wood in before the storm breaks. I'll talk to you later. Bye." I hang up before she has a chance to say anything else. "Quick you two, we'd better get that wood in." I say. Ignoring the shrilling telephone we head for the stairs. Outside it is now so dark, that I can barely see to the far side of the dam. As the door slams behind us the first fat drops of rain begin to slant in. Not wanting my only change of clothes to get wet, I strip off and descend into the rapidly worsening rain naked. Suddenly there are two bare nymphs beside me, I load their arms with stacks of wood and then mine, we ascend the stairs to dump our loads and then return to the woodpile, back and forth we go until the last of the wood lies in an untidy heap on the verandah. On the last trip I wrench the axe from the block and carry it up to set it beside the door. We stand on the stairs to let the stinging rain wash the wood dust and splinters from our bodies. Suddenly there is a tearing crash and the distended undersides of the clouds are momentarily revealed as an enormous bolt of lightning descends somewhere nearby, a rapidly approaching hissing roar builds up and we look across to where the trees are whipping back and forth in the rising wind. Suddenly they disappear behind a wall of white that is marching towards us. We retreat under the verandah and watch in awe, as hailstones, as big as golf balls, thud into the turf at the bottom of the stairs. Immediately a boiler shop clangour starts up as the hail hammers the roof and speech becomes impossible. It is then that I notice the two shivering bodies pressed up against my sides. I draw them inside and collecting towels we dry off in front of the fire. Chapter 5 - IN LOCO PARENTIS. Outside, the hail has ceased and the rain is a steady roar on the iron of the roof, punctuated by the repeated crashing of thunder and lightning. "I'm hungry." the naked nymph beside me complains. I look down at Katy, "What do you want to eat?" I ask. "You," she replies with a grin, "but food first." "O.K. how about you two get some vegies ready for me to cook?" Katy and Lena peel a few spuds and carrots while I set some water to boil. I chuck the vegies in the water and scrounging about, I find a few slices of ham in the fridge and a couple of apples. I give these to the girls, saying, "Here, this'll keep you going till dinner." I make some tea, and we move into the lounge. In the lounge we lay a couple of towels on the couch and cuddle up together under a blanket. Wrapping my arms about their tiny waists I tuck my fingers into two warm little slots and rub gently, eliciting little sighs of pleasure. When I remove a hand to reach for my cup, Katy pushes it back into place, and taking up my cup holds it to my lips. Lena ups the ante by taking a bite from her apple and pulling my head down to hers pushes it between my lips with her tongue. Katy responds by taking a mouthful from my cup and giving it to me the same way. When they have finished I reward my harem of two. Extricating myself from between the girls I lift Katy to sit upon Lena's stomach arranging them so that their cunnies form one long continuous crack. Kneeling between their legs I lick from bottom to top pausing to spear my tongue into each of their tight holes. Bringing my hands into play I work two fingers of my right hand in and out of Lena's vagina and masturbate Katy's clit like a little cock. Between my hands my tongue alternates between flicking at Lena's clit and plunging in and out of Katy's tight sheath, occasionally moving up to deposit more moisture on Katy's engorged shaft. Their breathing quickly becomes more rapid and they are soon moaning into each other's mouths as they duel with their tongues over my head. Unlike previous occasions, I do not intensify my attack upon their genitals but maintain a slow, firm stimulation of their conjoined cunts. Katy is the first to cum, in short, rapid, squeaking gasps, her head lolling from side to side on Lena's shoulder her hips jerking back and forth on my tongue, which is fucking in and out of her spasming vagina. Below, I slowly work my fingers in and out of Lena's constricted passage. As Katy comes down from her climax I shift my tongue to flicker rapidly over Lena's clitoris, while not the oversized monster that Katy's is, I am able to draw it between my lips and flutter my tongue over the tip, my touch not much firmer than the caress of a butterfly's wings. Seconds later Lena cums, giving voice to a long continuous moan her vagina contracting tightly upon my fingers. When Lena's climax has subsided Katy pulls my fingers free and avidly sucks them into her mouth licking them clean. Lena takes my face between her hands and draws me upwards to lick Katy's juices from my lips and cheeks. Standing up, my erect cock bobs before their eyes and I allow first Lena, then Katy to suck on it for a few seconds each before going to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. Returning to the lounge with our meal I find Katy and Lena locked together in a languorous 69. I set our plates down on the coffee table, signalling silence to Lena I slide the cold handle of one of the knives into Katy's vagina and she separates from Lena with a squeal. Rounding on me she vows, "I'm gonna get you for that." I just smile benignly and inform her, "Dinner is ready. I thought you were hungry." Lena and I move the table closer to the couch and sitting down tuck into our meals, a few seconds later a frowning Katy grins and joins us. Mumbling around a mouthful of food Katy says, "That was a dirty trick." "What have I told you about talking with your mouth full?" I ask. Katy laughs, and Lena and I pound her on the back as she chokes. She then collapses into helpless giggles which Lena and I prolong by digging her in the ribs whenever she begins to recover, finally we relent and she is able to sit up, tears streaming down her cheeks. We quickly finish our meal, carry our plates into the kitchen and dump them in the sink. Back in the lounge, Katy pipes up, "You still haven't fucked us today." "Well come here little girl, I've got a present for you." "For me?" she asks with her hand held dramatically to her breast. "What is it? This little thing?", she gives my flaccid prick a contemptuous flick. "Well if that's the way you feel about it." I say, pushing her aside I turn to Lena, "I'm sure Lena would like to have it." "Oooh, yes please." Lena squeals, playing along. Taking me in hand and kneeling before me, she asks, "Can I please lick your lollipop mister?" Not waiting for an answer she vacuums my hardening member into her warm oral cavity. The action of her flickering tongue soon has my growing prick forcing her head back but a quick swallow has my hair tickling her nostrils once again. "Oooh!", an angry Katy stamps her foot beside me. "Well you didn't seem to want it." I tease her. "Have you changed your mind?" "NO!", with another stamp of her foot she turns her back on us. I lean over and wrapping my hands around her tiny waist I pick up her rigid body and blow a zoober on her cute behind. She squirms but remains silent. I turn her in my hands and lick the length of her crack, rasping my tongue over her clit. Her expression becomes strained as she tries to maintain her angry, disinterested facade. A zoober to her belly button causes her to crack, and she pulls my head into her crotch with a giggle. "Put your legs over my shoulders an sit on them." I tell her. She lifts her feet past my ears and settles herself with her cunny pressed to my chin. I guide her body back until she hangs from my shoulders her head beside Lena's. Using my fingers I separate her pussy lips and dip my tongue into her tiny opening, I then strain forwards to drag the tip over her clit. I find this arrangement a little awkward so I pull my prick from Lena's lips and move to the couch and lifting Katy clear of my neck, lie down with my head and shoulders propped up on the arm. Katy makes a giggling lunge at my cock, but I restrain her allowing Lena to kneel beside me and resume her oral assault. Katy pouts but soon melts when I lie her on my chest her cunt within easy reach of my questing tongue. Lena has taken Katy's instruction to heart and determined not to bring me off too soon, alternates her incredible tongue and throat action with a gentle nursing on my engorged shaft. On my chest Katy reaches between her legs and stretches her pussy lips wide apart. Taking the hint I push my tongue out and jam it as deep into her vaginal cavity as I can, I wriggle it about and she rotates her hips, mashing her cunt harder against my mouth. Placing my hands under her behind I lift her slightly and separate her cheeks with my thumbs, withdrawing my tongue from her clinging vagina I drop it a little lower and press it against her anus wetting it with a generous coating of saliva. Taking one of my hands from beneath her I insert my thumb into her rippling cunt, withdraw it coated with her oily secretions and sliding it back beneath her, I press the tip against her puckered opening. I lift my lips to her engorged clit and draw it between them, Katy gasps and humps her hips at me forcing the tip of my thumb into her rectum. I suck hard on her clit flicking my tongue back a forth over it savagely and she cums hard, grunting and squealing like a stuck pig. Her movements force my thumb the rest of the way into the clinging depths of her arsehole. I continue to assail her clit with my tongue twisting my thumb within her rectum withdrawing it and driving it back home, two more strokes in her rear and she cums again. Releasing her clit from between my lips I move my other hand to her vagina and slip a finger inside, massaging all over the inside of her sheath. I notice a heightened response in the area towards the front of her body, concentrating on this area I press harder, suddenly her body snaps rigid, her back arching alarmingly. I remove my finger and thumb from her cavities, and she slowly subsides with a sigh to my chest. Noticing that Lena has abandoned my dick I look towards her. "Jeezuss what did you do to her?" She asks. "I'm not quite sure," I respond with an evil grin, "but you're next." Katy stirs on top of me, struggling into a sitting position. "What the fuck did you do?" she gasps. "Did you like it?" "Oh god, if it'd been any better I think it would have killed me." "That good huh?" "You have no fucking idea, it was like a bomb went off inside me." "Can you get off me? I need to clean up a bit." I say waving my thumb under her nose. "Phew!", Katy jerks her head back and crawls off me, collapsing on the couch between my feet. I go and clean up, returning with a couple of cloths and a bowl of hot water, which I set aside. Trying on my best evil leer, I turn on Lena, "Your turn little girl." With a mock squeal of fear, Lena curls up in a ball on the couch hiding her face, "Please don't hurt me mister." she squeaks in a little girl voice. Katy and I pounce on her, taking an end each we pull her body straight and dump her on the double mattress. As soon as we release her she curls back up, uttering mock whimpers which turn into giggles. We pull Lena straight again and Katy plops down, straddling her face, saying, "I want to see how you do this. Can I help?" "Well you can start by letting her breathe." I say, pushing her back a little. "Here hold these." I lift Lena's legs and Katy put her hands behind the knees and pulls them back tightly. Turning my attention to Lena's exposed genitals I pull her labia apart, stretching them wide and deposit a long rasping lick from her tail bone to her clit then purse my lips and suck hard on her love button eliciting a moan of pleasure. Releasing her clitoris from my grasp, I stiffen my tongue and spear it deep into her vagina laving every square millimetre I can reach. I tongue fuck her upturned cunt for a while before shifting to her back door, licking tight circles around her puckered opening. I rim her arsehole for a few seconds then force my tongue up inside her loosening and oiling up her tight rear passage. Dipping two fingers into her cunt, I slide them in and out a few times then trail them back to press one hard against her rear opening, slowly it slips smoothly inside, once it is buried to the last knuckle I withdraw then slowly reinsert it. I slip it in and out until her bowels loosen enough for me to start working a second finger inside. Katy leans forwards, and fastens her lips over Lena's swollen clitoris, sucking and licking furiously. Once my fingers are moving freely within Lena's butt I press two fingers of my other hand into her vagina and start moving them in and out, syncopating with the fingers in her arsehole, rubbing my fingertips together through the thin tissue separating her passages. Thirty seconds of this triple assault has Lena's moans rising to a wail as she cums and cums again. Turning my hand over, I firmly massage the forward surface inside Lena's vagina, continuing to move my fingers in counterpoint to the ones in her arse. Seconds later it happens, Katy is thrown back as Lena's body unfolds and she all but stands on her head. My hands are drenched as fluids bubble from her vagina flowing down to coat her belly and arse cheeks. "Wow!" Katy says from where she is pushing herself back up onto her knees. I remove my fingers and catch Lena's collapsing body, gently supporting it whilst I lick Lena's intoxicating juices from her backside and cunt before lowering her to the mattress. As I follow the rivulets onto Lena's belly I am roughly pushed aside and Katy slurps up all that remains. I lick my hand clean then wet a cloth and clean the other. Wetting the second cloth I return to where Lena is slowly recovering and pushing Katy aside I wipe Lena clean. A few seconds later Lena's eyes flicker open and she whispers, "Wow, that was awesome." Sitting beside her, I lift her head to one shoulder and pull Katy down to the other. Kissing their foreheads and eyelids I whisper my love to them and they murmur similar sentiments back. A minute or two later Lena lifts her head and says to Katy, "A bomb? That was more like a supernova." "What's that?" she asks. "An exploding star." I explain. "Oh!" Our attention is turned to the storm raging outside when we feel the house shudder as a nearby tree topples with a splintering crash. Wrapping blankets about our shoulders we step out onto the verandah, which is now sheltered from the storm. We stand there huddled together gazing out at the fury of Cyclone Katherine, the incessant hammering of the rain on the unlined verandah roof making speech impossible. Although the sun won't set for another hour it is almost dark and we can barely see the trees on the far side of the dam. The wind is whipping their branches about furiously and we hear the occasional crack as the strain becomes too much and a branch gives way before nature's onslaught. A sudden string of lightning flashes, freezes the motion of the trees into a series of surrealistic still lives. The thunder that follows blends into single tearing crescendo of noise, like the very fabric of the universe was being torn asunder. The gods are truly angry tonight. Beside me the girls shudder and press in tighter to my sides. Turning we go inside into the warmth of the kitchen, where I stoke up the fire and make hot drinks. Taking a seat before the fire I place my arms about their waists I pull the girls down onto my knees. Silently we sit sipping our drinks, listening to the barely muted fury of the storm, the rain drumming on the roof, the rattling windows, and the wind howling under the eaves. Our drinks finished, I dip my hands between warm thighs and tickle their clits. "Ready for that fuck?" I ask. With cries of joy, the girls bounce off my knees and taking me by the hands they tow me into the lounge and drag me down to the mattress. Together they push me onto my back and descend on my groin. Katy beats Lena by a nose and inhales my semi-hard member into her mouth and sucks on it like a baby. Lena 'harumphs' and proceeds to suck my balls, one then the other, between her lips and rolling them about with her tongue. Half a minute later Lena nudges Katy and they exchange places. Their joint oral attentions soon have me rarin' to go. Gently separating them from my genitals, I ask, "Who's first?" "Me!" they chorus. Katy glares at Lena, "He's my boyfriend!" "But he hasn't fucked me at all yet." Lena protests, cuddling up to my side, rubbing her breasts and pussy against me. "I think maybe Katy should be first." I say. Turning to kiss a pouting Lena's cheek, I whisper, "I last longer the second time." Parting from her with a soft, lingering kiss I sit up, turn to Katy and ask, "How do you want to do this?" Katy voices a squeal of delight and pulls me to my feet, dragging me to the couch, she shoves the coffee table aside and pushing me backwards, leaping astride me she wraps her arms about my neck and bounces up and down, rubbing her clit and pussy along the full length of my iron hard penis. "I Wanna fuck you like this." she informs me, plastering kisses all over my face. "What if you turn around?" I ask, "That way I can play with your clitty and Lena can see everything." "And she can lick and kiss us there too!" Katy adds with a delighted squeal. Lena, sitting beside us on the couch, now slips to the floor and kneels between my feet as I lift and turn Katy, setting her down on my stomach with my cock pressing up between her parted pussy lips. Looking down, Katy giggles and wraps her hand around my rod, waving it about she says, "Look Lena I'm a boy, do you want to suck me off?" "O.K." Lena giggles, leaning forwards she engulfs my prick and swallows, her lips descending to the root, Katy squirming as Lena's nose drags over her clit. Releasing my cock with a slurp Lena licks the length of Katy's already saturated crack and sits back with shit eating grin. I wrap my hands around Katy's tiny waist and lift her to her knees, my cock drags along her slit before slapping against my belly. Reaching beneath Katy, Lena takes my cock and holds it pointing at Katy's dripping orifice. I lower Katy until the head of my prick separates her labia then hold her there, squirming in my grasp she tries to force herself lower. Grinning Lena rubs my glans in small circles coating it liberally with Katy's juices and causing her to moan in frustration. When Katy's hips begin to buck uncontrollably I nod to Lena, who steadies my prick, and lower Katy onto it. Grunting, she rotates her hips from side to side, forcing herself lower until my cock bumps against her cervix. Lena stares in disbelief at where Katy sits impaled on my two inch thick cock, the lips of her pussy stretched so tightly they are all but invisible and nearly two inches of cock still separates Katy from my lap. "Doesn't that hurt?" she asks Katy anxiously. "No, It feels great." Lena leans forward and runs the tip of her tongue about the junction of our bodies, collecting stray droplets of Katy's juices, then wraps her lips around a clit that protrudes prominently from the top of Katy's almost non- existent crack. Katy grasps the back of Lena's head and forces it hard against her groin. Lena responds by sucking hard and fluttering her tongue. Katy throws her head back and moans, I dip my head and bite gently on her vibrating larynx. Moving a hand underneath her I tickle her tight little pucker and she jerks upwards, the sensations of my cock slipping in her pussy causes her to lift upwards, her sheath so tight it almost pulls inside out as she rises till only the head of my prick remains inside her. I lift my hands to her tiny nipples and circle them with my fingers until they stand to attention, she gasps and slowly sinks back down onto my cock, as I grip her protruding nubbins between my thumb and forefinger and pull them away from her body. She lifts herself as soon as she bottoms out, her motions becoming faster, as her cunt stretches and loosens its grip on me, until she is bouncing rapidly, up and down. Lena is unable to maintain her liplock on Katy's clitoris, so she satisfies herself by licking at anything she can reach. I slip a hand down over Katy's taught tummy to take over stimulating her clit, flicking and pulling it. A minute later her body stiffens and I pinch her nipple and clit between my fingertips as the muscles of her cunt ripple and squeeze along the length of my impaling member, screaming in ecstasy, her voice rising above the howling storm. Moments later she collapses, her weight forcing her downwards until her cervix snaps over the head of my cock, and she cums again as my cock is buried to the hilt in her silken sheath. Releasing the pressure of my fingers I gently stroke her clit and nipple until her orgasm subsides. Lena is sitting back on her heels, staring at where my cock has completely disappeared within her friend, her mouth gaping and her eyes almost falling out of her head. "Close your mouth or you'll catch a fly." I tell her. She blinks, and her jaw snaps shut, with a trembling finger she indicates a point just below Katy's navel, "It's gotta be right up there." and her jaw drops once more. Katy leans forward and look at the point where our bodies meet, she giggles and declares proudly, "He's got it right up inside my womb." "Wow, does it hurt?" "A little bit when it goes in I guess, but it feels good now," Katy replies, "and it makes me feel stuffed full." "No shit?" I say, "Now I'm gonna really fuck you." Returning my hands to her waist I lift her upwards until my prick snaps free of the confines of her womb them pull her downwards, slowly forcing myself back inside. I fuck only the neck of her uterus until it loosens enough for me to easily slip through it then lengthen my strokes until I am lifting her up and down over the full length of my cock. Katy's fingers are busy on her clit, "Harder," she tells me, "fuck me harder." I comply, lifting my hips towards the bottom of each stroke, jabbing my prick through her relaxed cervix. Her breathing becomes ragged, "Fuck me ... Ah, fuck me , fuck .. fuck ... harder, FUCK MEEE, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, HARD...., OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK .." she screams. By this time, I'm slamming her up and down in my lap and my balls are slapping against her fingers as I thrust my hips upwards. Suddenly she grabs my balls and squeezes them as she arches her back, almost pulling herself free of my cock. Her head is thrown back on my shoulder and she screams in my ear as we cum together, her body jerking in my grasp and me pumping jet after jet of creamy sperm just inside the entrance of her vagina. As my spasms turn to dry heaves she relaxes and falls to one side spent and I gently lower her to the cushions beside me. Lena dives for my shrinking cock, sucking it into her mouth and licking it clean of every drop of sperm and cunt cream, then doing the same for my balls and pubes. Satisfied that she has found every last dribble she turns to where Katy sits hunched over, looking into her drooling cunny, scooping up our combined spend and transferring it to her mouth. I notice that her nose is only a few inches from her crotch and jokingly say, "Why don't you just lick it straight out?" Katy, however, takes my words seriously and forces her legs under her arms, then placing her hands on the base of her spine pulls herself forwards until she is able to stretch her tongue out and lick from her clit to her perineum. "Oh wow! That looks so hot." Lena gasps. "You're telling me?" I say drawing her hand to my crotch, where Woody has risen instantly to attention, as I stare at the incredible sight of Katy performing cunnilingus on herself. Lena and I crowd in close to stare in wonderment at Katy's tongue lapping the full length of her crack. It only takes Katy a few minutes to get herself off this way and she cums, grunting and squealing into her own cunt. I lick up the one dribble of cum she was unable to reach from her arsehole and crack then help her untangle herself and lay her flat. Katy grins up at me and says, "That was fun, but I wish I could suck my clit too." "Greedy," I say, giving it a tweak, "a bit of practice and you probably will." Lena tugs on my cock impatiently, "My turn." she informs me, towing me over to the mattress, where she lies down, legs spread wide. "Fuck me!" she pleads. I take a position kneeling between her widely separated ankles and lean forwards to sink my tongue between her inflamed labia. One stroke of my tongue tells me that she is more than ready, her vulva literally overflowing with sweet lubricating fluids. Unable to resist such a tasty treat, I fasten my lips to hers and greedily suck as much of her sweet nectar into my mouth as I can. Flicking my tongue all over the area between her thighs, I tease her until she draw her knees up and bucks her hips at me. Seizing my head in a death grip, she grinds her pussy with bruising force against my face. Then transferring her grip to my ears she drags me upwards over her body until she is breathing in my face. "Fuck - me - now." she menaces me, carefully enunciating each word between clenched teeth. Wincing I disengage her hands from my ears and reach down between our bodies. Taking my twitching member in hand I drag the glans between her puffy lips, rubbing it in small teasing circles about her throbbing clit, then, maintaining my grip just behind the head, I slip the first two inches of my penis in and out of the clasping confines of her overheated vagina. She lifts her hips clear of the bed, bumping and grinding her pubic mound against the side of my fist, but she is unable to increase the depth of my penetration. Moments later I feel her hand snake between us and her fingers wrap around my dangling balls. She hisses into my face, "I - said - 'fuck - me - now'." I wince as she punctuates each word with a warning squeeze to my nuts. Carefully, I extricate my shrinking gonads from her fingers and pin her hands beneath mine above her head before slowly sinking myself to the hilt in her warm embrace of her satiny depths. Lena exhales a contented sigh and rocks her hips beneath me, abrading her clit against my pubic bone. I match the speed of my strokes to her rapidly quickening breaths and it is only a matter of seconds before I am driving the full length of my shaft between her clinging labia and her voice rises, howling above the storm. The muscles of her clinging sheath rippling up and down the length of my intruding member as she climaxes, twisting beneath my pounding hips. As her convulsions subside I release her hands and lift her knees to her shoulders, telling her to hold them there. I Look down between our bodies and watch myself sink into her upturned hole, feeling every fold and ripple of her enveloping sheath as they slide past the sensitive rim of my engorged cock head. As I withdraw, her wine red labia grip my glistening shaft, stretching obscenely, as if reluctant to release me from their embrace. I ream her tight little cunt, alternating fast jackhammer blows with long, languorous strokes until once again her breath comes hard and fast. Tilting my head downwards, I probe between her parted lips with my tongue. A knee presses into my shoulder as her hand snakes around my neck and pulls me closer, sucking avidly on my tongue. A minute later she stiffens beneath me and moans into my mouth as her cunt contracts about my plunging staff. "NOooo...", Lena cries as I lift myself from her, withdrawing completely from her body. Her anguish is short-lived as I roll her onto her face and lifting her to her knees, I plunge into her body from behind. Immediately beginning with deep pounding strokes, her buttocks slapping against my belly as I unrelentingly slam my hips back and forth. My movements become even more frenzied as I feel my balls tighten, then empty themselves in long, burning spasms deep inside Lena. I can feel that she is close so I continue to pound though my orgasm, whipping our combined juices to a froth which coats our legs. I reach beneath her and massage her clit and I'm rewarded as she cums, screaming into the mattress. Katy gives us scant time to recover before she dives beneath our, still joined, loins and begins lapping at the spillover of our love making. I pull back and grin down at the outraged expression on her face, which is now liberally coated with the juices that spilled out when I unplugged Lena's vagina. Katy grins back at me then applies her mouth to Lena's vacated orifice to lap up the remainder. I move around to Lena's head, where I offer my bespattered groin to her eagerly waiting mouth. Temporarily sated the girls retire to the couch while I turn on the television, unfortunately the lightning is ruining reception so I flick it back off. I turn to see Katy rooting around under the mattress looking for something, moments later she backs out with a small glossy magazine in her hand. "Look what I found under the blankets in the caravan." she says, holding up a copy of 'Private' for our inspection. Lena looks the plain cover over and comments, "Yeah, so what's so special about a magazine." "Look at this then." Katy says and turn the page to reveal the cum spattered visage adorning the inside cover. "Oh! lemme see!" I snatch the magazine from Katy's hand and hold it up out of reach. "Little girls shouldn't read things like this, it'll corrupt your morals." I inform them sententiously. "Oh, and fucking us won't?" is Katy's rejoinder. "Good point," I say, "Let's see if this gives us any ideas." I seat myself between them and open the magazine on my lap and the girls peer eagerly from under my arms. I flick slowly through the pages paying more attention to the girl's comments than the contents of the magazine. Their first comment, "Oooh it's big." is so predictable that I have to laugh, I then crack up completely as they turn identical quizzical looks on me. When I recover the power of speech, I explain, "I laughed because you said what every body says, the first time they look at something like this." "What do you mean?" Katy asks. "Well the people who make these magazines choose blokes who either have big dicks or shoot large amounts of sperm. The average bloke's dick is about five and a half inches long. I just cracked up when you said 'Oooh it's big.'." "Oh. Turn the page please." I continue, slowly flicking through the pages, listening to their gasps and giggles until Lena's "Oh gross!" causes me to look more closely at the page where a grossly deformed stud has his oversized member stuffed in the arse of a cute blonde while another fills her mouth. "Wouldn't that hurt?" Katy asks. "A little bit at first, but you soon get used to it." I inform them. "Men like to fuck a girl in the arse because it feels even tighter than a pussy. And you can't get pregnant that way." A sudden horrifying thought springs into my mind and I break out in a cold sweat. "Lena," I ask, "when was your last period?" "About a week ago. Why?" she replies, as I heave a sigh of relief. "Because he doesn't want to get you pregnant stupid. Don't you know anything?" "Pregnant? How?" "Oh Shit!" I groan, and launch into procreation 101, with Katy interjecting the odd comment or two. "So if you fucked me next week and came inside me I could get pregnant, right?" Lena asks making sure that she has everything straight. "That's right." I say. "But it's O.K. if you fuck me now?" "It should be," I reply, "but I better pull out from now on." "You don't have to tonight, because if I'm gonna get pregnant tonight, I already am. I'll just blame Mum for not telling me about sex, if I am." "But who will you blame for doing the deed?" I ask. "Oh, I'll say I did it at the party I was at, a couple of days ago and I don't want to get the boy into trouble when it was my idea to fuck." "Well from now on, be careful and make Jimmy wear a condom next and every time you fuck him, HE won't pull out." "But we don't have any." Lena wails. "It's O.K. I'll go shopping with Mum and get you some, but until then you stick to sucking him off." "Or you can let him fuck you in the arse." adds Katy. "Yuck!" "I reckon it's cool, if it feels anything like when Geoff licks my arse and puts his fingers in I'd like it. And if it stops you getting pregnant it's even better." I interject, "If you are going to try it with him, you'd better use this as an instruction manual, or he'll be the one that's grossed out." "Well maybe, but I still think it's dirty." "So, wash his cock after you've finished." Katy instructs Lena. "let's get on with the magazine." We return our attention to the magazine, and two pages later we come to the first cum shots and the girls 'oohs' and 'ahs' set me chortling again. Finally they let me turn the page and the title of the next photo set catches my eye; I wonder how they will react to 'Pissin' Cousins'. The pictures are pretty normal until we get to one where the girl is sitting in the mans lap with his prick up her ass, she is holding her piss flaps apart and a golden stream arches from her cunt onto her 'sister's' face. I look up, at the girls twin gasps and look between Lena's shocked and Katy's speculative expressions. Simultaneously we are reminded of our own bladders which we have ignored since before the storm broke. "Oh god, I need a pee." Katy tells us. "Me too. What are we going to do? The thunderbox is outside." Lena wails. "Well I need to go too, but I can just piddle through the verandah rails." "Why don't we use the bath? Do you think we could do that?" Katy asks in a small voice, pointing at the picture that set our bladders clamouring for attention. "What, you want me to fuck you up the arse?" I query, being deliberately obtuse. "No, pissing on each other." Katy replies, exasperated, "Though I might let you fuck my arse later, it feels pretty good when you stick your finger in." "O.K." I reply, "let's go." I pull Katy to her feet and throwing her over my shoulder I carry her into the bathroom and set her down beside the bath. "You're not!" Lena exclaims following us. "Oh god, you really ARE going to do it." She looks on in horrified fascination as Katy pushes me at the bath. "I want to go first." she informs me. I climb into the bath and sit down, Katy climbs in after me and straddles my legs. I lift my hands to Katy's hips and tease her labia apart with my thumbs, looking carefully into her open vulva, I soon see the skin around her urethra bulge before her sphincter opens and a pale golden stream emerges. The first splash catches me in the chest and Katy quickly tilts her hips until she is pissing on my dick, which rapidly hardens. As her flow begins to slacken I close my eyes and move my face into the path of her warm pee, I let a little bit trickle into my mouth and deciding that I can live with the taste, I clamp my mouth over her spurting pee hole and swallow the last couple of spurts. I then close my lips about Katy's stiff clit and suck hard, she cums immediately and I have to hold her body upright as her legs give way beneath her. "Oh god, pissing like that made me feel so hot, and when you sucked my clit, it just sent me right over the edge." says Katy. "It looks like Lena's pretty hot herself." I nod to where Lena is staring at us bug-eyed, her fingers busily mauling her clit. "Hey Lena, do you want to piss on him?" Katy asks, stepping back out of the way. Lena nods and begins to advance slowly on the bath, her fingers busy all the while. Finally she steps into the bath, taking Katy's place before me. I gently extract her fingers from between her legs and lick them clean, then placing my hands on her hips I look up at her "Ready?". She nods and a look of intense concentration crosses her face. I peer into her concealing folds and watch her urethra bulge and release a golden cascade to pound upon Woody's rearing head. I open my mouth and move beneath Lena until she is pissing in my open mouth, her taste is different to Katy's, a little more mature, I guess it's due her higher level of hormones. I swallow some but let most of her stream spill out over my cheeks and down the back of my neck. Above me the expression on Lena's face is an incredible mixture of lust and shock as she watches her pee whip the contents of my mouth to a froth. Her flow eventually slows down and stops with a few final spurts into my waiting mouth, I swallow one last time and lick the last clinging droplets of urine away before applying my tongue more firmly to the rest of her dripping genitals. My tastebuds are rewarded with the sweet taste of Lena's sexual fluids; like Katy, it does not take much to send Lena over the edge in a shuddering orgasm, her sweet, ambrosial ejaculate fills my mouth and I roll it about on my tongue, savouring the flavour and washing the acrid taste of her pee from my mouth. Lena's legs give way and unable to support her weight I guide her down onto my lap and press my lips to hers, eagerly she twines her tongue around mine as we share her spend between us, oblivious to all about us. We are brought back to earth as something hard slides between us: An impatient Katy has picked up a broom from the corner and is making motions as if to pry us apart with the handle. Giggling Lena takes hold of it and pushes it to one side, with a quick kiss on my lips she scrambles to her feet and pulls me up after her. "Are you ready?" she asks Katy. I step out of the bath and pick up an eagerly nodding Katy, pausing to plant a kiss on her lips I lift her into the bath. Katy licks her lips and then glares at both of us. "Pigs! You drank it all yourselves." she accuses us. A slightly nervous Lena asks, "How are you going to do both of us?" I answer by guiding them into a half reclining position in the tub, with their legs scissored and their pussies pressed up against each other. Katy gives an experimental wiggle and Lena moans in response, I look down at their squirming bodies and then at Woody who stands arching proudly over them, as if to see better. "Damn I'm not going to be able to do anything with him like this." I say, bending Woody downwards then releasing him to slap against my belly. "I'll be right back." Leaving the bathroom I go and stand on the stairs in the freezing rain. Thirty seconds of this treatment and Woody retreats defeated and I can return to the bathroom where the girls are slowly grinding their pelvis's together. They notice my return and their movements come to a halt. "Oh! Where did he go?" Katy asks. I follow Katy's gaze to my groin: Woody's retreat has turned into a full fledged rout and barely enough of him remains for my fingertips to grip. "Oh, he's just a little cold. Do I have any volunteers to help warm him up later?" "Me!" "Me!" "Ready?" I ask, taking aim at their conjoined crotches. Their simultaneous nods give me the go ahead and I release my pent up stream upon them. My aim is perfect and Katy's clit vibrates under the assault, immediately their hips begin moving again, this time with a frantic urgency. Katy's tightly closed eyes and wide open mouth give me another aiming point and I sweep my golden fountain the length of her body to fill her mouth and give her face a glistening coat. I quickly return to where they each have a hand working frantically between their legs and then onwards over Lena's rippling belly to her quivering breasts, I slow my advance but Lena gives no sign that she wants me to stop, though her mouth remains closed. Feeling the pressure in my bladder begin to slacken I quickly spray her face before expelling the last of my stream on Katy's jerking fingers. The final spurts are enough to bring her to climax and she screams out her pleasure. Quickly reversing herself she pushes Lena's hand aside and applies her lips and tongue to Lena's pussy. I have to support Lena's head, to prevent her from braining herself on the rim of the bath as Katy's munching has her jerking uncontrollably. Thirty seconds later it is her turn to be rewarded with Lena's glorious spend. Katy does not relax her liplock until Lena's convulsions subside, she then lifts her head to face me, opening her mouth she swirls a milky pool with her tongue before making a production of gulping it down. (If there was an academy award for ham acting then Katy was definitely in the running.) "Well your mum said that I was to make sure you had a shower. Do you think this qualifies?" I ask Katy, who's only response is a giggle. "C'mon," I say, "we better get cleaned up." I turn on the shower and haul Lena up to stand between Katy and me. I shampoo her hair while Katy soaps down her body, next Katy, then I quickly take our turns in the middle, the meagre tricking of the shower and the cool air not really conducive to love play. We share Katy's toothbrush and then huddling together under the scant protection of the last towel in the bathroom, we race for the kitchen and the fire, pushing and shoving as we jam through the doorway. Once we stand before the fire we quickly towel each other dry. "Could you get me a hairbrush Katy?" I ask as we trek into the lounge, she disappears into her parent's bedroom while I seat myself on the mattress, Lena sits down beside me and pulls my arm around her waist and leans her damp head against my chest. Katy returns a few moments later with a large wooden hairbrush. Pulling her down to sit between my thighs I take the brush from her and swiftly work the tangles from her hair. Lifting her back to her feet, I give her a light swat on the butt with the back of the brush. Saying, "I'll do a better job in a minute, but Lena's hair needs to be done before it dries out." I lift Lena over my leg, to seat her before me and taking up the brush I gently work the tangles from her curls. Once the bristles pull cleanly through he hair I work with slow firm strokes from the crown of her head. Soon she is all but purring, her torso moving in delighted little wiggles. Over and over again I pull the brush through her hair until it is dry and shining, as I set the brush down she leans contentedly back against my chest and turning her head, offers her parted lips up to me. I brush my lips gently over her eyelids and cheeks before softly pressing my lips to hers. A minute later I pull back and look into her eyes for and eternal moment before guiding her to lie beside me. An impatient Katy plops herself down before me and silently hands me the hairbrush. I comply with her implied request and I soon have another contented little kitten in my lap. As I lay the brush down she turns and wraps her legs around my waist and snaking her arms around my neck she holds her little face up for a kiss. Not wanting to disappoint her I bend my neck and run my tongue along the Cupid's bow of her lips. She sighs and her lips part, I press closer and run my tongue all over the inside of her mouth tasting a minty freshness mixed with her little girl sweetness, a moment later her tongue crowds mine from her mouth and presses it's way into mine where it licks all over my teeth and gums. Pulling back I smile down at her before laying her on her face so that I sit between the hips of my little lovers. Placing my hands at the base of their skull I drag my fingernails slowly down their spines drawing little sighs of contentment from their lips and watch little ripples run up and down her their backs. I scrape my nails all over covering every square inch of their backs, upper arms and sides. Every now and then I lighten my touch until I am just tickling the ultra- fine downy hairs covering their bodies, raising goosebumps on their squirming bodies. Letting my hands roam wider afield I run my fingers over their quivering butt cheeks occasionally dipping into the crack to tickle their tight little sphincters. Finally I slip my fingers between their soft thighs and massage their damp pussy lips. Soft little moans escape their lips and their thighs open further as I run my fingers over and between their moist folds. They moan again as I withdraw my fingers and draw slimy little circles on their inner thighs. With feather touches I tease all over between their parted thighs listening to their moans of frustration, withdrawing my fingers completely whenever they push their hips at me. Always, with the most gentle of soft touches, I tease them higher and higher, until they are writhing and moaning in frustration, grinding their pussies into the mattress. Judging their level of excitement to be sufficient I finally relent and begin thrusting two fingers each, in and out of their steaming holes. Only seconds later first Katy then Lena cum flopping beside me like landed fish and I continue moving my fingers in their bodies after their orgasms subside. Concentrating on their pleasure I do not notice the looks that they exchange and I'm surprised when they pull free of my penetrating fingers and turn on me, slamming me down onto my back. Above me their lips loom large before me, as they descend to kiss my eyes shut. Resigning myself to my fate I relax and prepare myself for my first trip around the world. Nimble little tongues flick over my eyelids and cheeks then tease at the corners of my mouth. Shivers run down my spine as they lick and nibble at my neck and shoulders, lifting my arms, they lick at my armpits and Katy giggles as the hair tickles her nose. Down the length of my arms their lips and tongues travel, raising gooseflesh behind them. One by one they suck my fingers into their mouths twining their tongues around them, treating each one like a miniature penis. In sympathy my own stirs, uncoiling until it flops on my belly. They lave their way back up my arms and I squirm as they trace my ribs with their tongues. They seem a little surprised when they feel my nipples harden in their mouths but Katy takes advantage and I moan as suddenly my skin feels two sizes smaller as she gently bites down with her sharp little teeth. Lena works out what Katy is doing and my skin tightens again as her teeth dig into my stiffened nipple and begin to gently gnaw, her tongue fluttering over the tip. As their tongues leave my chest and move lower I know what is coming next, but I still jump as their tongues dip into my navel, Lena lingering to circle it twice with the tip. Together they start at the base of my straining member, licking and nibbling up either side to the crown, where they exchange a lingering kiss. Separating my legs, they each suck one of my balls into their mouths, rolling them about with their tongues. They leave wet trails down my sensitive inner thighs, gooseflesh rising as their saliva evaporates, past my knees and on to my feet they continue. They suck on each of my toes and they giggle as I whisper "This little piggy." just loud enough for them to hear. As they release my toes I roll over for them, my toes curl as they apply their tongues firmly to the soles of my feet before they begin to work their way up the backs of my legs. Their tongues at the backs of my knees pull giggles from me as they find my most ticklish spot. (I imagine Katy storing up this knowledge for later use.) They trail upwards over the backs and insides of my thighs, then gently bite and nibble on my arse cheeks. A tongue licks the length of my crack then nibbles and licks up my spine Behind it fingers separate my buttocks and another tongue probes in between. I am most surprised to recognise Lena's more talented tongue lavishing my pucker with such relish, I am even more surprised when it stiffens and forces it's way deep inside and it takes all of my willpower to keep from wasting my cum into the towel beneath me. Katy is now nibbling and sucking at the back of my neck and Lena's tongue remains plugged into my anus, it feels like an electric current is running the length of my spine between Katy's lips and Lena's tongue. When Lena removes her tongue from my anus, I roll over onto my back, and she immediately swallows me whole. Katy moves down opposite Lena and when my cock is released forces her throat down over it, back and forth they pass my cock, taking it deep into their throats each time. By the third exchange my balls are churning and I warn them that I'm about to cum, pulling back they lock their lips together over the tip, their hands cuddling my balls and their tongues swirling together over the glans. A moment later I explode into their hungry mouths, greedily they swallow my spurting jism then lap down the length of my shaft cleaning up the spillage from the imperfect seal of their lips. I pull Katy's face up to mine and lap up a drop of my cum that has leaked from the corner of her mouth then press my lips to hers and entwine my tongue with hers. Lena takes my shrinking member into her mouth, nursing on it like a baby until it goes completely soft. Finally she releases me and crawls up to lie beside me, pushing Katy aside she fastens her lips to mine and thrusts her tongue between my teeth. Katy snuggles up to my side and rests her head on my chest, my hand cupping her cute little backside. A minute later Lena slips down and kisses my nipple before cuddling up to me with a contented sigh. Five minutes later my stomach rumbles and the girls giggle. "Come on," I say, "Let's get some supper." Rolling them from my body I stand and pull them up after me. In the kitchen I mix up a batch of pancake batter and we cook them directly on the stove top. At first the girls eat daintily but this soon changes when Lena drips a little lemon juice and sugar on her right tit, after I use my tongue to clean it up I look across to Katy, who is now dribbling melted butter and jam on her belly and pussy crack. "Ah dessert!" I exclaim and dive in, munching furiously. After this the girls loose all decorum and eat as messily as they know how, juice, butter, jam, honey and sugar drips from their chins, liberally coating the fronts of their bodies. Not satisfied with this, Katy snatches up the squeeze bottle of honey and pours some over my cock and balls. I pick her up and deposit her on the laminex tabletop, pinning her squirming, giggling body with one hand in the center of her chest, Lena and I coat her from head to foot with a variety of jams and spreads, finishing by squirting a liberal quantity of honey into her pussy. Katy continues to squirm and giggle as Lena and I lick the outside of her body clean, after her tongue bath I slide Katy across the table until her head hangs over the end and I motion for Lena to get up on the table. I position her, supported on her elbows, with her face in Katy's crotch, where her busy tongue begins to lap up the honey drooling form Katy's slit, and her thighs resting on my shoulders. I line my cock up with Katy's mouth and slide it into her throat, bury my nose between Lena's arse cheeks and drag my tongue between her prominent pussy lips, over her clit and plunge it deep into her drooling fuck hole. Katy places her hands on my hips and slowly pumps my cock in and out of her mouth and throat. On impulse I fasten my lips around Lena's clit and start humming loudly, the result is electrifying, her legs lock tight behind my neck and she starts to writhe in my grasp, a moment later I hear her muffled humming (presumably on Katy's clit) and Katy bucks violently, then Katy starts up, the sensation is incredible, I would have dropped Lena if not for her scissor lock on my neck. Together, we hum in a three part sexual harmony, our sexual tensions rising with every breath we take. Finally the dam bursts: Lena is the first to cum, her ambrosial juices flooding into my mouth, this triggers my own climax and I jet my creamy jism into Katy's waiting mouth and it is her turn, her hum rising sharply in pitch until she is squealing shrilly about my cock. Around and around in an endless cycle of tantric release, each of us feeding off another's climax until an eternity later I break the circle, my legs give way beneath me and I collapse to my knees, pulling my cock free of Katy's lips. I gently disentangle Lena's legs from my neck and roll her limp body to lie beside Katy. Exhausted I pillow my head on Lena's swollen vulva, gently licking a few stray drops of her savoury juices from her thigh. Katy is the first to recover, with a sepulchral groan she lifts herself up, turning and sitting tailor fashion at Lena's hip. "Wow! That was awesome!" She opines, "Especially the humming." "Thanks, glad you liked it", I say. Lena is stirring so I shakily rise to my feet. She struggles to a sitting position. "Oh god that was so good." she says, "Hey Katy, you did it!" "Did what?" asks Katy. "You came." "No shit Sherlock." I say. "No, I mean she squirted, like me." Lena clarifies. "Oh wow, what did I taste like?" Katy asks. "Sort of like me but different I guess." Looking around Lena continues, "Wow we sure made a mess." Katy and I survey the shambles we have made of the kitchen, "Katy you started it," I observe, "get the mop." Muttering, she hops off the table and retrieves the mop from beside the fridge and Lena and I start wiping things off and putting them away. We swiftly put the kitchen to rights and I cast my eyes over our sticky bodies, "Looks like we need another shower." I observe. In the bathroom, too exhausted for further sexplay, we quickly sponge each other clean then run for the fire in the kitchen. The miasma of sexual odours strikes us like a blow and I note, "We're going to have to air this place out after the storm". Once we've towelled each other dry, Katy makes us drinks while I bank the fire so it will last till morning. We take our drinks into the lounge and cuddle up together on the couch. Sipping our drinks we listen to the storm which howls around the house unabated. Suddenly I notice the time, eleven forty five, "Shit, It's nearly midnight, we better get to bed." Not getting a response I look at the girls, they are already asleep, Katy is still holding her cup in nerveless fingers and I rescue it just before it slips from her grasp. Carefully extricating myself from between them I throw a sheet over the double mattress and lift first Lena then Katy onto it, they are so exhausted that they don't even stir. Laying another sheet and a blanket over them I slip in between them on my side and pull Lena up against my front, cupping a breast in my hand, Katy sighs and cuddles up to my back, throwing an arm over my shoulders. With one last squeeze to Lena's firm titty I fall asleep. Chapter 6 - THE NEXT MORNING. Early the next morning, I'm woken by the feel of small fingers tickling the head of my penis and rubbing it between Lena's legs and pressing it into the furrow between the lips of her rapidly moistening pussy. As I continue towards wakefulness I realises that Lena is still sleeping and the fingers on my cock belong to Katy. She twitches a little and momentarily pauses in her manipulations when I rumble, "Good morning Katy." "Oh!" she squeaks, "You're awake." I twist my neck to look at Katy. "Having fun?" I ask quietly. "Uh-huh," she replies with a grin, "wanna see if you can fuck her without waking her up?" I grin back, "Why not?" I gently lift Lena's upper leg and hunch my hips as Katy fits the head of my cock against the tight, wet opening at the base of Lena's slit. With infinite caution I press inwards, feeling incredibly exquisite sensations as her flesh opens up around me. Millimetre by slow millimetre I gain entry until the entire head of my cock is within her body and the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to her vagina clasps the shaft of my intruding member just behind the crown. Katy releases my prick and her hand lightly trails over Lena's and my hips and between my legs to fondle my balls from behind. A moment later, she tickles my arsehole with a finger tip causing me to lunge forwards before I can stop myself and push another inch of my engorged flesh into the hot, wet sheath of Lena's incredibly tight vagina. Lena moans and moves a little at the sudden intrusion and I hold my breath, waiting motionless, to see if she will awaken. But her only reaction, is to clasp my hand, which is still cupping her breast, and press it more firmly against her yielding flesh, the small, rubbery nubbin of her nipple, hardening and pressing into my palm. Once I am sure that she remains asleep, I resume my journey, until my pubic bone comes to rest against the soft flesh of her buttocks. I gently lower her leg to the mattress and slowly withdraw, the retreating shaft of my cock, transferring her lubricating fluids to the inner surfaces of her thighs. When the flare of my glans reaches the elastic ring at the entrance of her vagina, I reverse my movements and smoothly slide back into her, until I'm pressed once more to the smooth, white skin of her bottom. Katy continues to fondle my balls, rolling them around inside their sack as I continue to slowly saw my tumescent shaft in and out of Lena's sleeping body. With each stroke, I gain confidence and begin moving faster. A few moments later, Lena starts to push back against me and I slow down, lifting myself up on my elbow to look down at her face. A small smile has crept onto her lips and her eyes move rapidly behind her eyelids as she dreams. Satisfied that she still sleeps, I speed up, matching my motions to the unconscious movements of her hips. As she continues to fuck her dream lover, her lips part and her tongue emerges to moisten them. At the same time her hand leaves mine, over her breast, and moves down her body, where she pushes a finger between her swollen labia and begins to rub her clitoris. Katy's fingers leave my tightening balls and she removes her hand from between my legs. A few seconds later, it returns and I feel a fingertip press up against my tight anal sphincter. It follows me as I press home into Lena's body and when I begin to withdraw, she holds it firmly against my anus, letting me know in no uncertain terms, that if I want to keep on fucking Lena, I'll have to fuck myself on Katy's finger at the same time. There is no way that I'm going to stop now, so I relax and push backwards. I discover that she must have moistened her finger in her pussy, as it easily slides home, until her knuckles press firmly into the crease between my buttocks and her fingertip presses against my prostrate. The sensation is almost enough to drive me over the edge and I no longer care if I wake Lena. I begin thrusting with short jabbing strokes, making Lena's body shudder each time I thrust forwards, slapping against her buttocks and pulling back to grind my prostrate on the tip of Katy's intruding finger. A few strokes later, I see Lena's eyes snap open and stare sightlessly, as she squeals and forces herself back against me, driving me hard onto Katy's intruding finger. A velvet vice clasps my shaft, rippling up and down it's length as Katy's finger triggers my own orgasm and I groan as I pump pulse after pulse of scalding semen deep within Lena's hot, moist vagina. Each burning stream of my cum, splashes against her cervix, milked from my twitching cock by the rippling contractions of her abdominal muscles. Katy withdraws her finger from my arse when she feels my spasms subside. A few moments later Lena's contractions taper off and she lifts her hand from her pussy to mine, cuddling it against her small tit as she snuggles back against me. I lower my head and press my lips to her cheek, murmuring "Good morning sleepyhead." against her flushed skin. "'d morning." she responds quietly, hugging my hand tighter to her chest. Suddenly Katy leaps over our bodies and with a grin asks Lena,. "Did you like your alarm clock?" "Mmmm, yeah!" Lena replies, "I was having a really great dream and when I woke up it was real." A sudden look of consternation comes over Katy's face. "Hey! I just remembered something." "What?" I ask. "Why you shouldn't fuck Lena." she says, "We talked about it last night. You could get her pregnant." "Oh fuck! I forgot all about it." I cry and jerk away from Lena's suddenly frozen body, creating a slimy trail from her pussy across the back of her leg, as my softening cock pulls free. My abrupt withdrawal causes Lena to squeak with surprise and brings her to her senses. She turns and starts raining blows on my chest with both fists, sobbing hysterically, "How could you? I can't have a baby. Mum and Dad'll kill me." I feel like a complete shit and make no attempt to shield myself from Lena's wild blows. Instead it is Katy who intervenes, snatching at Lena's hands, she tries to restrain her, crying, "Stop it Lena! It's my fault, leave him alone. He didn't mean to, I did it." Katy's words begin to penetrate and she falls back on her heels, still sobbing. "How c-c-can it b-b-be y-your f-fault? H-he f-f-fucked m-me." Close to tears herself, Katy replies, "I woke up first and started playing with Geoff's cock. When it got hard I pushed it between your legs and rubbed it on your pussy, because I wanted to see who woke up first. Geoff did and then I wanted to see if he could fuck you without waking you up, so I asked him and he did. He wouldn't have done it if he'd been properly awake and remembered. So if you want to hit anybody hit me." Lena looks down at me and says, "I'm s-s-sorry!" I rise to a sitting positions and say, "I'm sorry too. I should have remembered." "It's all right, you were half asleep and didn't remember." she says. Suddenly she throws herself at me and buries her face against my neck, "I'm sc-scared." I awkwardly wrap my arms about her and having no reassuring words, I simply rock her back and forth, while I gently massage her shoulders. Behind her Katy stands close, looking down at us, absolute misery in every line of her face and body. She works her jaw for a moment, then closes it, unable to think of anything to say. A few minutes later, Lena lift her head from my shoulder and turns her tear streaked face up to mine. "Can we do anything?" she asks without much hope in her voice. "Probably not." I reply sadly, "You could try standing up, or getting up on your knees and letting it drain out, but if you're fertile there's not much chance it'll work." From behind Lena, Katy says abjectly, "I know it doesn't help, but I can't say how sorry I am." Lena turns to sit in my lap, pulling my arms tight around her. She looks up at her miserable friend, "It's O.K." she says, "It was an accident, you forgot too." "It's not .O.K.," Katy cries, "I did something really stupid and you might have to pay for it. I'd feel better if you hit me too." Without warning, Lena pulls her right arm free of my encircling arms and drives a solid punch into Katy's stomach, just below the sternum. Katy flies backwards off the mattress to land hard on her backside and then collapses onto her side. She curls into a ball and fights for breath, her face turning blue before she is finally able to draw a shuddering breath. "There," Lena says, "it's over. At least until we find out if I really am pregnant." "I don't really feel any better," Katy says through her tears, still hugging her sore belly. "but I deserved it and anything else you want to do to me." "It's over! I said." Lena snaps, "It was an accident and I'm not going to do anything else." she turns in my arms and looks at me, "And now I guess I should try and get rid of your sperm." A wan grin suddenly flickers into being and she shrugs my hands free and shoves me onto my back, saying "I might as well have some fun doing it." She then crawls up over my prone body and turns, planting her semen filled pussy on my mouth. "Suck it out." she orders me. I'm happy to oblige and force my tongue in and out of her slick passage, but I can only get the little bit of my semen that clings just inside the entrance to her hole. I can feel and taste a little more seeping slowly downwards but I know that I'd left more cum inside her body than I'd recovered so far. I change my tactics, withdrawing my tongue and trying to seal my mouth to her soft pussy. The first couple of tries, I don't quite get it right and an obscene farting noise ensues each time I suck. Lena giggles at the sounds and the ensuing tremors make it difficult to perfect the seal, but eventually I manage it and when I suck hard, my cheeks hollow and I feel the entrance to her pussy evert within my mouth. After a few seconds of hard sucking I'm rewarded by a thick gob of semen, which leaves her vagina with a rush, coating the back of my tongue and throat before I can stop sucking. I release my lip lock on her swelling labia and gulp the glutinous morsel down and just as I place my mouth back against her bulging vulva, I hear, "No way Katy! It's mine. You can just wait." There is a slight edge to Lena's voice as she says this and when she leans forwards and her lips engulf my flaccid cock, I realise what she is laying claim to. A wriggle of her hips as she grinds her pussy against my mouth reminds me of what I'm supposed to be doing. I lift my hands to her hips and use my thumbs to separate her darkening pussy lips, I then drag my tongue along the length of her slick furrow, from just below her insheathed clitoris, to the rosy pucker of her anus. Her sweet mouth on my deflated penis make me pause with my tongue pressed to her arsehole, while I savour the sensations. Within the warm, wet confines of her mouth, she rolls my soft cock from side to side with her tongue, exploring it as it swells. Then as the growing head reached the back of her throat, she gulps and my glans pops into her gullet. Two more swallows in quick succession, massage the end of my prick and I'm fully hard. She slowly backs of my cock, sucking hard the whole time, releasing it with loud pop from her lips. "That felt really cool when your cock grew in my mouth." she says, "Now suck my pussy." She pushes back hard against my mouth and I have to use my hands to push her off me so that I can resume. I swab my tongue back and forth between the damp folds of her swollen pudendum, collecting her sweet juices as fast as they form. Then as the motions of her bobbing head become more frenzied I begin to plunge my tongue deep within the welcoming depths of her hot, slick vagina and circle the winking pucker of her tiny anus. She moans around my tool buried deep within her throat and I transfer my attentions to her engorged inner labia. Pursing my lips I suck one into my mouth and pull back, stretching it until I loose my grip on the slick flesh and it snaps back with a wet slapping sound. The other side gets the same treatment and she groans around my cock and pushes back against my hands. I press my lips to her soft, slippery skin, just below her, now fully erect, clit and force my tongue hard against her as I walk my lips along the cleft of her delectable pussy. As my upper lip clears the rim of her vagina, my tongue plunges deep within her, causing her to grunt and plunge forwards on my cock, forcing the spongy head deep into her throat. I twirl my tongue within her, feeling the slick walls close around it and nibble at the flickering tip as she consciously clamps down on my oral intruder. I continue my lip walk, briefly withdrawing my tongue, then pressing it back against her perineum, proceeding until my lips surround her quivering anus and the tip of my tongue is centred in the ring of crinkled flesh. Slowly it opens up and my stiffened tongue invades the warm, dark confines of her rectum a tight, elastic ring clasping my tongue. I plunge my tongue in and out a few times, each inward thrust a little easier as the muscular ring of her sphincter relaxes. Suddenly she releases my cock from her mouth, letting it fall back against my belly with a wet slap. She lifts herself clear of my face and moves to straddle my hips. Reaching beneath herself, she lifts my cock and fits it against the opening of her pussy, then sits down hard, grunting as she impales herself with a rush. "What are you doing?" Katy cries, aghast, "I thought you didn't want to get pregnant." "Shut up." Lena returns, "I know what I'm doing, I want to try something." Having said this, she lifts herself up, grasps my cock and shifts forwards an inch or so and lowers herself until my glans pressed against her virgin arsehole. "Oh!" Katy breaths as she comprehends Lena's intention. "Take it slowly," I warn, "or it's going to hurt." Lena nods and lets more of her weight fall on my rock hard pole. Suddenly my cock slips and skids forwards, half of it disappearing into her slick vagina before she comes to rest, sitting on the side of her fist. Giggling she lifts free and tries again, this time my cock slips the other way, skidding up between her rounded buttocks, causing her to make a sound that includes both laughter and exasperation. "Katy," I say, "help her." Katy drops to her knees, straddling my chest and takes a firm grip on my shaft, just behind the head. I wrap my hands around Lena's slim waist and she grips my wrists. I lift Lena up, then slowly lower her until once more she rests with my swollen glans pressed against her pucker. Slowly I allow the pressure to increase and I feel her anus gradually opening around, the tip of my cock. Her grip tightens on my wrists and every line of her body signals her pain. I halt her progress and ask, "Do you want to stop?" "No," she says tightly, shaking her head, "I want to do it." Again I let her weight force her downwards, feeling the incredibly tight ring of her arsehole force the blood from the head of my penis as it grudgingly gives way. A moment later, her head hanging, she relaxes the muscles of her thighs and leaves me supporting her full weight. Not ready for it, I don't catch her until she comes to rest against the side of Katy's hand, with nearly two inches of my rock hard penis invading her bowels. She gives a short sharp cry of pain and her fingers dig painfully into my wrists as she whips her head from side to side and I feel her tears falling onto my legs. "Are you O.K.?" I ask. For a moment she shakes her head, as if to clear it, then twists to look at me. "Uh-huh, it's getting better." she say through the tears. "O.K.," I say, "Tell me when you're ready to go on." Lena holds herself rigidly still, breathing in short shallow gasps, which gradually deepen as she gets used to my anal intruder. Katy helps by reaching around from behind and gently grasps her friend's firm breast in one hand, while the other cups her mound, gently massaging it. After a few seconds she presses her middle finger inwards, letting it slip between the swollen lips of Lena's pussy and caress her clitoris. Over the next minute or so, Lena's body relaxes and she begins to breath easily. She loosens her grip on my wrists and makes a tiny, experimental bounce, then signals her desire to continue, by relaxing her thighs slightly. I slowly let more of her weight fall on my rigidly upstanding shaft, feeling the almost painfully tight, elastic ring of her anal sphincter, slowly work down my shaft as I spear into the warm, buttery depths of her rectal passage. She halts about half way down my shaft, pausing for a moment, then slowly lifts upwards until her anal ring clasps my penis, just back of the head. A satisfied sigh escapes her lips and she lowers herself back down, accepting nearly three quarters of my rigid staff within her bowels before she stops. A smile creeps onto her face and she says happily, "It's starting to feel good." She swiftly rises, then drops back down, not stopping until my entire prick is buried in her arse and the back of Katy's hand rests on my thighs. "It didn't hurt." she cries raptly and begins to lift herself up and down, fucking herself on my impaling member in earnest. The sensation of her tight ring nipping my cock, is much like the feeling of Katy's cervix when I enter her womb, but the extraordinary sensation travels the entire length of my shaft and despite having cum twenty minutes before, I feel my balls begin to boil, as they prepare to send another load of my scalding semen into Lena's barely teenaged body. As I concentrate on boring thoughts to restrain myself, Katy moves from her position astride my chest, shifting around, until she is beside us. She slides her hand between Lena's legs and curls the last three fingers upwards, so that Lena impales herself on them as she drops downward. She squeals as Katy's fingers enter her and sits on my hips as she cries, "Oh shit! That feels great." "What does it feel like?" Katy asks curiously, wriggling her fingers inside Lena. "Like I've got a fucking pole stuck up my bum and your fingers feel like you've got your whole hand in there. It really hurt to start with, but it feels great now and I can keep on fucking and not worry about getting pregnant." She then lifts upwards and resumes plunging up and down on my transfixing spear. Katy lifts my hands to Lena's breasts, leans forwards and presses her face into the junction of Lena's thighs. Lena throws her head back and gasps as she feels Katy's mobile tongue come into contact with her throbbing clitoris. Katy finds it difficult to keep up, as Lena begins to plunge wildly up and down, but the slurping sounds emanating from the triple junction of our bodies, tells me she is doing her best. The sensation of the cum rising in my balls becomes impossible to deny and I begin flicking my thumbs back and forth over her rubbery nipples, trying to bring on her orgasm before I cum and fill her arse with my seed. Lena, lifts her hands to mine and closes my thumbs and forefingers on her nipples, squeezing hard. Taking my cue, I pinch her engorged nubbins and she grasps my wrists, pulling my hands away from her body, so that her breasts are stretched tightly outwards into perfect cones. Suddenly something Katy does causes Lena to drop down hard on my hips and fall backwards, tearing her nipples from my grasp. Her head narrowly misses mine as it hits my shoulder and her mouth opens as she screams at the ceiling, but I'm almost beyond noticing this, as the tight ring of her arsehole clamps down on my prick, just as I begin to cum. Spasm after spasm of searing white hot cum, streams from my balls only to be trapped within my body by the agonisingly tight elastic ring gripping the base of my straining shaft. My prostrate convulses repeatedly as it tries to force my scalding semen through the constriction surrounding my tumescent spear. Finally, just as my head begins to spin with the strain, there is either a slight lessening of the pressure exerted by Lena's muscular sphincter, or the pressure within me becomes too great to be denied. I bellow with relief, as my semen boils along the length of my shaft, flowing from my deeply buried glans, into her bowels in a continuous, searing, satisfying stream. When my awareness expands to encompass more than my aching groin, I hear Katy noisily lapping and sucking at Lena's pussy, as she attempts to gather up as much of Lena's spend as possible, her tongue descending to my balls and the point where my shaft pierces Lena's body as she chases every last drop of Lena's sweet ejaculate. As Katy gathers the last ambrosial droplets I enfold Lena's trembling body in my arms and gently caress her shoulders and firm breasts. A minute later she makes a disappointed sound as my shrinking cock begins to slip from her arse and wriggles downwards trying to recapture it. Her movement however causes it to slip further and a moment later fall free and flop down beside my throbbing balls. No longer connected to me, she twists in my arms until we lie face to face and brings her lips down on mine in as soft caressing kiss. A few moments later she lifts her head and looks deep into my eyes as she whispers, "Thankyou." "ThankYOU!" I reply with feeling, "That was one of the best cums I've ever had." She lowers her head back to my shoulder and puts her lips close to my ear, "I love you." she whispers. I turn my head and nuzzle her ear as I whisper back, "I love you too." then again, "I love you." as I realise that I really mean it. I still love Katy, but what I feel for her, did not hold a candle to the depth of feeling, that I realise I'm beginning to have for Lena. The next thing I know, she crushes herself to me in a fierce hug and I feel tears on my neck as she begins to make snuffling noises. Katy looks on wide eyed. She can't possibly have heard our exchange, but it is obvious that Lena is crying and when I signal with my eyes that she should make herself scarce, she hastily complies. Alone with Lena, I hold her tight for a minute or so, gently rubbing her back and shoulders. When her silent sobs begin to subside, I ask, "What's wrong Lena?" She struggles against my arms, at my words and I relax my hold, so that she can pull herself free. Instead she rises just enough to look down into my face, carefully studying my expression. "You really meant it!" she cries ecstatically, "You really do love me." "More than I would have ever thought possible." I reply quietly. "Then I don't care if I am pregnant." she declares. "If you are," I reply, "I'll do anything I can to help you." "No you won't!" she returns hotly. "Why not?" "Because I won't tell you. I don't want you to get into trouble and go to jail. If anybody found out, they'd never let me see you again. At least if nobody knows for sure, I can dream that you'll come back to me one day." "I will, I promise." I whisper to her. Lena pressed her finger to my lips. "Don't promise." she says, "It would hurt too much if you broke it." "O.K. I won't," I say, "but I'm still going to try and come back as soon as I can." "No your not," She tells me, "You're going to finish college first. That way I'll be sixteen and nobody can stop us doing what we like. Besides, if I'm not pregnant now, I want to be, the next time you come." "Sounds like you want to be pregnant now." I tease. "A little bit," she admits, "but not really, I'm too scared about what people would do. But if I am, I don't mind too much." I crush her to my chest, hugging her tight as I fight my own tears. Totally unaware of the passage of time I hold her, until Katy re-enters the room and says, "You know, the storms stopped." For the first time, since Katy woke me, I take notice of the world outside the room. She's right, the wind no longer howls under the eaves and the continuous crash of thunder is absent. It is still raining, but the gentle drumming on the roof is nothing to the Wagnerian crescendo of the previous evening. Taking note of the rain and the trickling noise from the gutters, however, brings another problem to the fore. My bladder makes itself known with a vengeance and the weight of Lena's hips, pressing down on my lower stomach, does nothing to help. Reluctantly, I relax my hold on Lena and say, "Ah, Lena, I wish you didn't have to move, but if you don't, I'm going to have an accident." She giggles, causing a sudden increase in urgency and says, "Me too." as she rolls off me. Chapter 7 - APRES LE DELUGE. I rise to my feet and pull her up after me, then make a dash for the veranda. The view that greets me, causes me to forget everything else as I front up to the rail and survey the scene of devastation laid out before me. Lena moves up beside me, shivering slightly, as she wraps her arm about my waist. I slip my arm around her shoulders and pull her in tight against my side, as we silently look out to where the dam used to be. Only about four or five feet of the diving pole remains visible above the water, the platform completely submerged and the nearest edge is about halfway between where we stand and the original bank. A line of muddy debris, less than twenty meters from the bottom of the steps, indicates where the water had reached, at the peak of the storm. All around, there are further signs of the ferocity of the cyclone. Innumerable branches, stripped of their leaves, are scattered all over the landscape. A squeeze on my hand gets my attention and I follow Lena's pointing finger to where an entire tree lies across the track leading up to the road, only twenty meters from the house. I don't think it very remarkable, until I recognise it as the willow tree, that was on the island in the middle of the dam. I blanch as realise how close we had come to being crushed and I try to comprehend the sort of power needed to move a mature tree the two hundred and fifty meters separating the house from the dam. Finally though, my bladder refuses to be denied any longer and I barely have time to aim under the rail, before I send a golden stream arching out into the falling rain. Almost immediately, I feel Lena's cool fingers take hold of me and I remove my hand as she takes over. She begins to sweep the stream from side to side in an arc, giggling as my flaccid member begins to harden in her grasp. By the time the flow begins to slacken, my cock is almost fully hard and Lena has to exert considerable downward pressure to keep my piss aimed outwards. With some difficulty, I squeeze the last of my piss out in sort spurts and when Lena has finished milking the final droplets from my shaft, it stands proudly at attention. Suddenly, Lena releases my cock to slap against my belly, and jams her hand between her legs, squirming uncomfortably, as she tries to restrain her own piss. A second later, a short spurt from between her fingers tells me she is unsuccessful and she drops to lie on the wet boards, her feet extended out under the rail. She separates her labia and I'm more than a little surprised, when her stream arc out, well beyond the furthest point I'd reached from my higher vantage point. Dropping to my knees beside her, I push her fingers aside and with the fingers of one hand I hold her labia apart. I briefly massage her clit with the forefinger of my other hand, then run it along the length of her furrow, causing her pee to spray her thighs and trickle down over her pussy and arse crack, onto the boards beneath her. Intrigued, I press my finger hard against her urethral opening, totally stopping the flow of her urine. I then ease the pressure on one side then the other, causing her pee to spray in all directions, onto her thighs and out into the air. When I uncover the upper most edge of her pee hole, her urine sprays up into my face, coating my lips and cheeks and splashing back onto her belly. I let go with both hands and jerk back in surprise, grinning ruefully as Lena giggles at my wet face and the feeling of her pee hitting her piss flaps and running down over her vagina and arsehole. She moves her hand back to her crotch, but instead of separating her prominent inner labia, she pinches them together, forcing her steaming mictural flow up into her vagina. A short while later she scrambles to her knees, holding her hand over her pussy and motions for me to put my head underneath. I'm a little reluctant to do so, as the shot in my face had given me a taste of her strong morning pee, but the nastiness of her peeing up into her own vagina for me to drink, excites me too, so I lie down and scoot underneath her until her dripping pussy is poised over my open mouth. The first strong, acrid droplets falling onto my tongue almost make me gag, but then she removes her hand and her pussy lips gape open as the contents of her vagina falls onto my tongue. At least half of it misses my mouth, cascading over my chin and cheeks, but what does fall into my mouth, I sample, then eagerly swallow. Her sweet pussy juices have transformed her bitter, salty urine into a much more palatable cordial. I lift my head and fasten my lips to her gaping vulva, sucking the last vestiges of the tangy mixture from her vagina. "Oh wow, that is soooo cool!" Katy's voice startles us and I bump my head in Lena's crotch as I try to sit up. Lena swings her leg over my head and sits back on her heels as I rise to sit beside her and look at Katy. She is leaning back against the doorjamb, with her feet spread well apart, as she plunges three fingers into her pussy from behind and vigorously rubs her hairless mound with the flat of her other hand. A minute later she seizes her erect clit between her fingertips and begins roughly twisting and pulling on the inflamed nubbin of flesh. Lena languidly fists my erect cock and I gently explore her urine coated mound, feeling the smooth flesh become oily, as she produces more lubricants, to replace those washed from her pussy. Together, we watch Katy masturbate herself, our own movements becoming faster as her moving fingers become more frenzied in their assault on her little pussy. Only seconds later, her feet begin to slide from under her and she slips to the floor, her weight driving her fingers deep into her quim, as she throws her head back against the wall and squeals of pleasure erupt from her parted lips. Lena's and my hands become still, as we watch Katy in the throes of her orgasm. The knuckles of her upper hand turn white as her fingers clamp down on her clit and her heels drum a rapid tattoo on the aged timber that floors the veranda. For some time after she stops moving, Katy sits leaning against the wall, her eyes closed and her hand hanging limply in her lap. Finally she groans and her head turns from side to side against the wall. Suddenly she makes a pained sound and jerks her head forwards as she lifts her hand to rub the back of her head, bringing it away, with blood on her fingertips. A little concerned, I leave Lena and move to kneel beside Katy. Gently cradling her head, I examine the small patch of hair matted with blood and come to the conclusion that no real damage has been done. A quick examination of the wall behind her head identifies the culprit, a sharp protrusion where the paint has dried unevenly, marked by a tiny fleck of blood where it pierced her scalp. "Pooh! Your hands stink and so does your breath." Katy's aggrieved cry, reminds me that Lena and I have yet to clean up. I lift my fingers to my nose and catch a slight whiff of her rectum and the much stronger scent of her rapidly souring pee. Laughing, I threaten to rub my hands on her face and she rolls from beneath me. She giggles as I pursue her and takes the only escape route open, down the stairs out into the falling rain. My gaze falls on Lena and alarmed by the evil glint in my eyes she huddles up against the veranda post at the top of the stairs. "You wouldn't!" she cries in mock alarm. At the same time, Katy cries encouragement from, where she grips the handrail, halfway down the steps. "Get her. Rub it in her hair. Make her sniff her bum hole." When I get within a few feet, Lena rolls onto the stairs and begins to descend, bumping down the first few stairs on her bottom, before she rises and moves towards Katy. Something in Lena's expression alerts Katy, because she suddenly turns and bolts the rest of the way to the bottom. She manages about three strides out onto the muddy quagmire, that was once a lawn, before her feet slip from under her and she lands ignominiously on her arse. Lena halts at the bottom of the stairs, laughing with me, at the surprised expression on Katy's face. Suddenly her laughter ceases and I move down to sit on the top step as Katy scoops up a handful of mud and launches it at Lena. Her aim is true and the slimy mudball impacts squarely at the juncture of her thighs, some sticking in the small patch of pubic hair at the top of her slit and the rest sliding down the front of her legs. With an outraged squeal, Lena launches herself at Katy and sprawls full length, sliding easily over the greasy, waterlogged ground. However she retains considerable presence of mind and as she passes a hysterically giggling Katy, she reaches out and grabs her by the wrist, bringing herself to a halt and pulling Katy over onto her side. By the time I manage to get my chortling body to the bottom of the steps, both girls are coated from head to foot in greyish mud and the only way to tell them apart is size. Suddenly, Katy looks up from where she is rubbing mud into Lena's hair and cries, "He's still clean, let's get him." Flinging my arm up to shield my eyes and holding my other hand over my exposed genitals, I advance on them as they pelt me with mud. When I get within grasping distance, Katy ducks beneath my outflung hand and sweeps my legs from beneath me. Lena immediately launches herself at my shoulders and before I know it, I'm flat on my back in the cold mud and the girls are smearing more all over my front. I struggle briefly, but when cool fingers grasp my flagging erection I stop to see what they will do. Lena sits astride my chest and Katy straddles my knees as they begin to heap mud on my groin. Once they have it piled until it begins to slide from my hips, they plunge their hands into it and begin to fondle my cock and balls, giggling at the slimy feel of the mud. Even with the cooling effect of the cold mud, they soon have Woody standing to attention and they begin one of the most bizarre masturbatory episodes I've ever experienced. Taking turns, they fill their cupped hands with mud and wrap them around my straining staff. They rapidly stroke their hands up and down until the mud squeezes from between their fingers, as soon as their skin comes into contact with mine they change over and fresh mud is swiftly applied. As she bends forwards for her turn, Lena exposes to me one of the few small areas of her body that is not coated with mud. Grinning, I scoop up a handful of mud and slap it down on her buttocks, rubbing it into the relatively pristine skin surrounding her arsehole. She squeals in outrage but continues with her ministrations on my cock until the mud in her hands runs out. She then turns on me and holding a dripping double handful of mud over my face as she asks, "What did you do that for?" "Because your arsehole was clean." I respond, closing my eyes and twisting my head to the side as she lets the slimy load go. It impacts on the side of my head, a cold trickle running into my ear. Suddenly, Lena stiffens and cries, "Shit! Look at that." Katy's hands freeze and tighten painfully on my cock as she sees whatever Lena has spotted. "FUCK!" she gasps, "It could have killed us." I shrug the girls from my body and rise to my hands and knees, shaking my head to clear the mud from my eyes. I then raise my head to look in the direction of the girls' awed gaze. When I see what they are looking at a cold chill runs down my spine. Speared completely through the sides of the caravan is a six meter sapling as thick as my wrist. I rise to my feet and the girls huddle up to my side, seeking comfort. I wrap my arms about their shoulders and slowly walk over to take a closer look. On the side nearest us, the base of the young tree protrudes from a hole only slightly larger than the spear itself. Immediately above it the window is totally undamaged. Another chill runs down my spine and I open the door to look inside. One glance confirms my suspicions and when they duck under my arms to clamber inside, the gasps of the girls' tells me they have come to the same conclusion. I step up behind them and cuddle their shaking bodies against me, shivering with reaction myself. The bare trunk of the young tree passes directly over the middle of the empty bed frame, just over a foot above the springs. Anybody who had been lying on that bed would not have stood a chance, either their spines would have been smashed, or their guts ripped out, as that windborne missile tore through, just above where the mattress normally is. "It's a good thing Mum told us to take the mattress up into the house." Katy says in a small voice, pulling herself even tighter against me. "I would have made us sleep up there anyway." I say in reply, "The house has been there for years and I'd never trust a caravan to a storm unless I had to." Suddenly Katy giggles, a trifle hysterically, "Can you imagine what Mum and Dad would have found if we had been down here, if we'd been asleep like we were up there? No clothes and your dick between Lena's legs." "What about, if Geoff was fucking you and that stick went right up his arse?" Lena giggles. "What if you were on top and it went up your pussy and it ripped his dick off and the end stuck out of your mouth?" Katy says, as she tries to outdo Lena in thinking up bizarrely macabre ways for the sapling to have killed us. "What about," Lena begins. "Enough!" I cry as I feel my balls climbing to look for somewhere safe to hide. (Behind my sternum, maybe.) "That's quite enough. I can think of plenty of ways for that thing to have killed us, without you two trying to scare Woody half to death." Both girls stare at my crotch and giggle, "Looks like he's gone into hiding already." Lena says. I look down, between the cold and their gruesome suggestions, it looks like I have already been emasculated. My balls are drawn up tight against my body and my cock is so shrunken that it is invisible within my mud filled pubic hair. "I thought your balls only did that when you were ready to cum." Katy says curiously. "And when someone talks about them being ripped off." I reply, "Men are strange like that. You can beat the shit out of most men and they won't make a noise, but you only have to talk about hurting their balls and they cringe." "Oh wow!" Katy says, "You mean they're really that easy to hurt?" "Think about how good your clit feels, just before you cum." I say, "Now turn all that pleasure into pain. That's what it feels like if you hurt a man's balls." "Ouch!" they both wince in sympathy. "So, if I wanted to get away from a man, I should kick him in the balls." Lena says. "Only if you really mean to hurt him," I reply, "because you can easily do permanent damage. If you do, do it, make sure you do a good job, because if he can still move afterwards, he's going to be madder than a half cut bull. If you can, you're much better off, just hitting him in the nose. You'll blind him long enough for you to get away and he won't be anywhere near as mad." "Oh!" "Exactly." I say, "Now why don't we go and see what else the storm's done." They nod in agreement and I lead the way from the 'van. Outside they press up against my sides and we continue walking around the 'van and house. A little way into the bush behind the house, Katy spies a bizarrely truncated tree. "Oh wow Lena, look at that." "What did that?" Lena asks me, looking up at the frayed looking stump of what was once a magnificent ironbark. "Buggered if I know," I reply. "Lightning," Katy replies smugly, "It's so hot, that all the water inside the tree boils at once and it explodes." "Smart arse." I say, lightly cuffing the back of her muddy head. She grins up at me and we continue onwards. Everywhere there are signs of the storm's ferocity, several trees are completely uprooted and innumerable others show seeping, crimson wounds, where entire branches, some up to a foot in diameter, have been ripped free of their parent tree. Everywhere we look, something bizarre catches our eye: A thirty meter tree totally denuded of all it's branches, except for a single, whip thin, twig half way up, still bearing all of it's leaves; Three trees all leaning in on each other, in mutual support, their roots half exposed; An uprooted tree, almost entirely intact, hanging, upside down from the branches of another; A crab pot caught in the fork of a tree, still with a live mud crab inside; As we pull the wire trap down from the tree, Katy tells me that a two thousand acre paddock, lies between us and the nearest place where people set their pots and one again I'm struck by the awesome force of the storm. Once we have it down, Katy gets me to hold it up while she looks at the underside. "Shit it's a jenny." she says disgustedly. "So, what does that mean?" I ask. "It's a girl crab," she explains, "you're supposed to throw them back." Curious, I raise the cage like trap and look at the underside of the crab, "How can you tell the difference?" Katy points at the crab's broad triangular tail, which is folded up underneath it. "See how big the tail is? A male only has a tiny little one." "I see." I say, "So what are we going to do with her?" "Eat her." Katy grins, "Who's going to know?" "You can't eat her!" Lena cries heatedly, "She survived being blown all the way here and now you want to kill her. I won't let you." "She's right, you know?" I say, "It would be a pretty lousy end. Maybe she didn't come from Kansas but she certainly landed in Oz." Lena giggles as Katy groans and says, "I suppose you want to call her Dorothy?" "Why not?" I grin back, "Anyway, if we can keep her alive long enough, we really should put her back in the water." "I guess so." Katy replies, then grins, impishly, "Maybe we should just paint her claws and give her ruby nippers." It is my turn to groan as Lena giggles and I wonder if it was wise to fall in love with someone who laughs at puns. What other nasty habits might she have? The next thing we find is the can from the thunderbox and right next to it is the seat, still with a soggy roll of tissue hanging from it's holder. "Oh good," Lena says, "I'm gonna need that soon." "Well you can carry it then." I tell her. She wrinkles her nose at me and says, "At least it's empty." "Yeah well, just don't think about what might be squidging up between your toes when you walk over there." Katy warns. Lena immediately gives a little squeal and looks down at her feet, "Don't say that!" she cries, "Something squidges every step and now I'm going to think about that all the time." She gingerly makes her way over to the empty shit can and brings it and the seat back, carefully examining her path every step of the way. We make our way back to the house and deposit our burdens, before walking down towards the dam. We stand at the edge of the water and I note that it is visibly receding, as the water continues to drain away. A wicked thought suddenly enters my mind and I say, "You know there's really only one way we're going to get this mud out of our hair." Katy looks up at me suspiciously. "How?" Not giving them a chance to run, I grab a wrist in each hand and say "We take a bath." I jerk the girls off their feet and before they can recover I begin dragging them, protesting vociferously, into the water. Maybe it's because we are already a little chilled by the rain, but the water does not seem as cold as it was the previous morning. Still Katy struggles fiercely and almost slips from my grasp. A second later, the point is moot, as I find the original dam bank and the water suddenly goes from knee deep, to over my head, as I loose my footing on the steep slippery slope. When I rise to the surface, I find both girls treading water nearby and they immediately shove me back under. Flailing about under the water I manage to snag an ankle, but instead of trying to jerk her beneath the surface, I run my free hand up her leg and explore the pussy I find at the top. No hair, good, I rise a little higher, pull Katy's belly to my lips and blow air into her navel, causing her to duck herself. She snatches at me and I let her go and stroke like hell away from her. When I rise to the surface I see Lena crawling from the water. I swim over towards her, but she manages to jerk her heel from between my fingers and scrambles away. I clamber after her and give chase, catching her as she trips on some hidden obstruction. I throw myself down beside her and pull her into my lap. Giggling, she avoids my lips for a few moments, hen mashes hers against mine in a hungry kiss. A tightening of her lips, as she grins into my mouth, is the only warning she gives me, as she shifts her hands to my shoulders and pushes me over backwards into the foot deep water. Before I can recover and make a grab for her, she skips away and stands just out of reach, turning and running for the house when I rise to my feet. Katy waits for me near the edge of the water, a dripping ball of mud in her hands. "Katy," I growl ominously, "If I have to go back into that water, I'm not going alone." She surveys the slippery expanse of mud behind her, where Lena is rising from her hands and knees and considers her options. Grinning, she lets the slimy ball drop from her hands and stoops to rinse her hands clean. On her way past, returning to wash the mud from her hands and legs, Lena pokes a stiffened finger into Katy's pussy, causing her to squeal and measure her length in the ankle deep water. Katy scrambles to her feet, a vengeful look in her eye as she advances on Lena. Shrieking in mock terror, Lena runs over to me and hides behind my back. "Save me, oh save me." she cries in a squeaky voice full of laughter. "He can't save.." Katy begins in a basso voice, then breaks off coughing. "shit that hurts." she mutters rubbing her throat, then continues in her normal voice, "save you. I know his secret weakness. I only have to do this" she cups her hand and brings her fingers together with a vicious crushing twist, "and he'll gladly hand you over to me." "No, No," I cry, clutching my balls and sinking to my knees, "not that. Take her, take her, just spare my wretched manhood." "Some bloody knight in shining armour you are." Lena mutters disgustedly, as she steps around me to do battle with Katy, shoving me over sideways as she passes. "If I had my shining armour," I say, "her magical gesture would not affect me, but naked, I am powerless before her mystical might." "Hey that's pretty good." Lena giggles, turning to look at me. Katy takes advantage of her distraction and knocks her legs out from beneath her. Lena rises with fire in her eyes and I hastily intervene, "O.K. that's enough, you're even. Now let's get inside, before my balls really do drop off." "They're not allowed to," Katy cries, "you haven't fucked me yet today." "You'd better ask Lena then," I tell her, "They belong to her now." "Huh?" Katy stares at Lena, "Since when?" "Since this morning." I reply. "Oh!" she looks a little lost, "Don't you love me any more?" "Of course I do," I answer, "I just found out I love Lena more, much more." "Enough to marry her?" "Yes, I think so," I reply seriously, "but it'll be a while before we can even consider that." "That's all right then." Katy chirps, "I don't want to marry YOU, I just want to fuck you. Can I Lena?" I look at Lena and she has a dazed look on her face as she mouths two words over and over again. "Lena!" Katy says a little louder to catch her friend's attention. "Marry me?" se murmurs dazedly, then snaps back to herself, "Uh, sure. You found him for me. I'm not going to stop you now, just because he wants to marry me. It wouldn't be fair." "In that case," Katy says, "what are we standing around in the rain for?" "Because we're stupid." I say and taking them by the hand, I lead them up towards the house. We rinse our muddy feet in the bath then head inside to the warmth of the kitchen. Fortunately, Katy had already opened the fire up before our trip outside and a roaring blaze is going in the fire box and the kettle is singing merrily a strong jet of steam, streaming from the spout. I shut down the dampers a little and picking up a warm towel I hold it ready for Lena to step into. Whether she is being considerate of our feelings for each other, or is simply cold, Katy does not wait for me but grabs a towel and rubs the moisture from her body, then begins making drinks for us all. Meanwhile Lena purrs delightedly, leaning into my hands as I gently towel her dry. When I finish she takes the towel from me and wraps it in a turban around her head and selects a fresh, warm, dry towel to do me. Lena takes her time and turns drying me into a sensuous massage. Once the towel is low enough, she keeps her small breasts pressed to my skin as she works her way lower, her lips following behind in a blazing trail, as she works her way down my back, stopping as her mouth reaches the base of my spine. With a teasing flick of her tongue, she briskly rubs my legs dry and turns me around. Starting once more at the top, she blots the moisture from my face, and kisses the tip of my nose. Following the descending towel, she presses her lips to mine, briefly licking them before moving on the suck the end of my chin. Moving lower she sends chills running down my spine as she opens her mouth and gently closes her teeth on my adam's apple. Tortuously, she continues onwards, gently biting at my shoulders and collar bones on her way to my nipples. Once there, she pauses with her lips gently nursing on my hardening nipple as she works the towel lower. As it clears my navel, she presses her tits to my belly and moves her torso in small circles as she moves her lips from one nipple to the other. At the same time she wraps the towel around my engorged manhood and balls, gently squeezing, she blots them dry and lets the towel fall to the floor. Finally she abandons my nipples and leaves a swift trail of feather light kisses, down the centerline of my belly, mercifully, she skips my navel, intent on the end of her journey. Reaching it, she leaves a fiery trail of nibbling kisses along the sensitive underside of my straining shaft and moves on to my depending balls. Holding her lips in a small ring, she attaches them to one of my nuts and begins sucking hard. Through some unknown mechanism of sensitivity, she keeps the pressure just below the threshold of pain, relaxing her lips, just enough to allow my throbbing testicle to enter her mouth. Releasing it, she gives the same treatment to my other ball, having to nuzzle up close to my body to reach it. A few seconds later, she presses her lips to the tip of my cock and draws it into her mouth in exactly the same fashion, her lips nearly as tight around my shaft as her arsehole. A moment later, she swallows the tip of my cock and kisses the hair at the base, and I have to strain mightily, to prevent myself from blowing there and then. "Hey!" Katy cries, "I thought it was my turn next." Lena pulls away, with a long drawn out sucking slurp, and I groan at the strain of holding back my cum. "I'm just getting him ready for you." Lena replies defensively, maintaining her grip on the base of my shaft. "Yeah right!" Katy scoffs, "Any readier and I'll have to stick my fingers down your throat to get his cum." "Maybe I should make you wait for the next load." Lena says and teasingly moves her lips to surround the twitching tip of my cock, not quite touching it, her breath hot on my distended glans. "No way! I want this one." Katy cries and pushes Lena's face away from my groin. Grinning Lena releases her grip on my cock and backs away as Katy moves in and engulfs my cock to the root, in one swift motion. "You better slow down or it'll be my turn again." Lena warns. Katy jerks back and gives Lena a dirty look. "I'll wait then." she declares. She rises, leads me over to sit at the table and hands me my cup of tea. She then becomes a perfect example of bustling domesticity, moving about the kitchen, she gathers up a carton of eggs, some butter and a loaf of bread. She puts three plates into the bottom of the open oven to warm and butters the bread on both sides, then uses an egg ring to punch holes in the center of each slice. She then drops the pieces of bread onto the stove and breaks an egg into the center of each slice. A minute or so later she flips them over and gets the plates out, lining them up on the bench beside the stove. She lifts the cooked slices onto the plates and hands one to Lena, Gathering up a knife and fork, she brings mine and hers over to the table and sets them both before me. In less than five minutes, she has prepared a simple, but delicious, cooked breakfast. By the single knife and fork I gather that she wishes to feed me herself, so I pull my chair back from the table to give her room to climb up into my lap. Instead of just perching on my knee, she first shoves me around until I'm slumped in the chair and when she climbs up she fits the tip of my cock against her little hole and forces herself down it's length, until the knob presses against her cervix. Grunting she strains to lower her self further, I lift my hands to her hips and pull downwards until the neck of her uterus grudgingly gives way and snaps tight on my shaft just below the flare of my glans. "Now we can eat." she declares and with my help, pulls the table towards us. Lena throws Katy a good natured glare over the rim of her mug and picks up one of the golden circles of toast. Katy feeds me one and I'm amazed at it's texture, light, slightly crispy and fluffy. It is totally unlike toast and reminds me of my childhood days and my grandparents take-away shop, when she would drop pieces of bread into the hot fat and then feed them too me. (Supposedly this was to test if the oil was hot enough, but I seem to recall my grandmother saying, 'I'd better check the oil.' whenever I entered the front of the shop.) I'm brought out of my reverie by a fork poking into the corner of my mouth, opening it I accept a mouthful of egg. Nothing special, it is still delicious and I wash it down with a mouthful of tea as Katy forks a piece into her mouth. As Katy feeds me, I let my hand drop into her lap and trace the taught skin at the entrance to her vagina. About halfway through the first egg, she begins to rotate her hips in small slow circles and I idly flick her half hard clit with my thumb. By the time she begins on the second egg, her gyrations are faster and her clit is a rock solid little shaft. I give it an extra hard flick and she gasps, dropping the knife and fork with a clatter onto the plate. She grips the edge of the table and lifts her feet, gaining enough purchase with he toes on the edge of the seat, to lift herself off my cock. I let her rise up and down a few times, then as soon as I feel her cervix relax, I wait until she is at the top of her stroke, then move my legs outwards, pushing her toes off the seat and causing her to drop down hard, impaling her on my rigid prong. She shrieks in surprise and thumps me in the ribs with her elbow. "What did you do that for?" "Because you haven't finished feeding me yet." I reply grinning. "Here!" she cries, quickly sawing off a piece of toast and egg and shoving it towards my face. I duck the miss aimed tines and chide, "Slowly, Slowly. The longer you wait the better, it'll be." Her only response is, "Huh!" but she slows down and continues alternating the mouthfuls between herself and me. Over the top of Katy's head, I watch Lena shovel her breakfast into her mouth and disappear beneath the table, still chewing her last bite. A few seconds later I feel her hands on my knees, I look down into her grinning face and say, "Don't let her cum." Katy drops the cutlery and folds her arms declaring, "Feed yourself then." I ignore the knife and fork and pick up what's left of the second last egg and wolf it down, just in time to catch Katy's hands as she drops them and tries to bring herself off. I hold her hands pressed to her waist, striving to reduce the amplitude of her gyrations. Between my legs I can feel Lena's tongue, as it traces the strained junction of Katy's and my body. I pull Katy back to my chest and hook my chin over her shoulder, as I watch Lena at work. She alternates between tracing the strained tissue, surrounding my buried shaft, with the tip of her tongue and lightly flicking the tip of Katy's blood filled clit, keeping up a level of stimulation, that is not quite enough to drive Katy over the edge. As Lena's teasing actions continue, Katy's motions become more frenzied and, when Lena lowers her tongue to where my prick pierces Katy's reddened quim, Katy's wild hip movements drive her extended clitoris up Lena's nose. Katy gives an excited gasp, as Lena pulls snorting and cries, "Oh wow, that was weird." "Like it?" I ask. "Uh-huh, it felt good." she says, rotating her hips and stirring her insides. "Lena," I begin and without waiting for me to finish, she answers my unspoken question, by leaning forwards and fitting her nostril over the tip of Katy's swollen clit. Immediately, Katy starts rocking her hips back and forth fucking her oversized clit into Lena's nose. Lena giggles at the strange sensation, and says, "This is so weird. I thought I'd run out of holes to fuck when you did my arsehole and now I've got three more." "Three?" I ask as I look on at the strange sight of Katy's clit plunging in and out of Lena's nostril. "Uh-huh." she replies, pulling her head back and thrusting her other nostril down over Katy's clit. "Two now, but I'm still trying to work out how to get it in my ears." "So what if your friends ask if you're a virgin?" Lena giggles, "Would that be a hoot?" she says and begins an imaginary conversation with a friend, "'Are you a virgin?' 'Only in my left ear.' 'Huh?' 'Only in my left ear. I saved that so I wouldn't have to lie to Mum.' 'Let me get this straight, you've been fucked in the pussy and your bum and your mouth and your right ear.' 'And my nose.' 'That's sick!'" She'd pulled her head back to give this little performance and Katy takes advantage of my laughter, to wrench her hands free of my grip and grasps Lena's head, "Shut up and let me fuck you," she hisses through clenched teeth, "I need to cum." She then begins to rock Lena's head back and forth, forcing her nostril over her clit. "Ouch! Go easy, you don't have to break my nose." Lena cries, jerking back as Katy gets a little overenthusiastic and bumps the end of Lena's nose on her pubic bone. Lena disentangles Katy's fingers from her hair and pushes them aside before fitting her nose back over Katy's clit. Immediately she begins thrusting her hips back and forth and I have to press down on them to restrain her movements and once more Lena pulls back rubbing her nose, saying, "This isn't going to work. Let's just keep teasing her." "Noooo!" Katy cries thrusting a hand between her legs and furiously massaging her clit. I grin down at Lena and trap Katy's hands, causing her to cry out in protest again. She begins writhing in my grasp and I cross my arms across her body and push down on her thighs, gaining some semblance of control. Lena then pushes her face back between our legs and flicks her tongue across the tip of Katy's throbbing clit, making her buck so violently that she almost squirms free. "Fucking bastards!" she starts screaming obscenities at us, "If you don't let me cum, I'm going to fucking kill you. Just you wait until I've got your cock in my mouth you fucking cunt." Lena lifts her hand to Katy's crotch and flicks her distended clit with her fingernail. "Arghhhh, you bitch, I'll fucking get you for that. Suck it. Yes like that. Noooo! You bitch." Katy continues on the same vein for another couple of minutes while Lena continues to tease her hugely distended, ultra-sensitive clit, before she finally goes silent and relaxes in my grasp. By this time her pussy is leaking her slick juices all over my lap and I can feel them running down beside my balls to pool on the chair under my arse. Her vagina is a lava hot, silken sheath wrapped around my shaft and tiny spasms continuously ripple along it's length. I allow Katy a few moments to rest and nod to Lena. She leans forwards and pulls Katy's visibly pulsating clitoris into her mouth and at the same time I release Katy's hands and move mine to her hips. I quickly lift her upwards, wrenching my cock free of her womb with a painful snapping sensation and begin fucking her up and down on my shaft. Each stroke I lift her until the head my cock barely remains lodged within her tight sheath, then lower her till her cervix kisses my glans. As my cock pulls free of her cervix, Katy throws her head back and emits a piercing shriek, only inches from my ear, which rises and falls in pitch each time my rock hard shaft enters and leaves her body. Abruptly, she cuts off mid scream and her eyes roll back in her head as her pussy goes into major spasms around my buried prick. Her legs straighten convulsively and come together with an audible slap on ether side of Lena's head. Lena however maintains her lip lock on Katy's clit as I continue to pound her up and down, though now it is as if a fist grips my shaft and my cock almost buckles as I pull her downwards. Katy's vagina, rhythmically clenches and relaxes continuously around my driving shaft, rapidly driving me towards my own climax and it is only a matter of nine or ten thrusts before my balls spill over and my burning hot jism makes it's searing journey through my throbbing shaft to forcefully splash against her cervix. As my body gathers itself for the second, exquisitely painful spasm I drive my hips up as I pull Katy downwards. Katy's orgasm, which had begun to wane, crashes over her with renewed vigour and the last of the air in her lungs is expelled in an animalistic howl of pure pleasure as the head of my cock plunges through the excruciatingly tight neck of her uterus and I pump the remainder of my burning load directly into her womb. Long after the last of my semen has jetted into her uterus, the rippling contractions of her vagina sustain my orgasm, each rhythmic squeeze of her muscular sheath causes another dry spasm to rack my body. Only when her body goes limp from lack of air and she slumps unconscious in my grasp, do her contractions cease and my burning prostrate ceases it's futile pumping. With a groan of relief, I pull Katy's boneless form back against my chest and gently massage her torso, from her shoulder to her protruding hip bones, as I wait for her to recover. Between our legs, Lena continues to nurse upon Katy's clit as it retracts within its hood, though she does push Katy's legs aside and lifts her hands to massage her reddened ears. Thirty seconds or so later, Katy groans and her eyes flutter open. Carefully, she tilts her head forward and groaning again, lifts her hands to push Lena's head away from her overly sensitive clit. She opens her mouth to speak, but only a incoherent rasp emerges. She uses both hands to reach for my mug and carefully brings it to her lips, but her hands tremble so much that the rim of the mug rattles against her teeth. I steady her with my hand over hers and she gulps down the last few mouthfuls of the cooling tea. Setting the cup back on the table, she looks back down at Lena rubbing her ears and says, "serves you right." She then twists her head to look up at me, "And you, you bastard, I should rip your balls off and shove them up your arse." "Is that any way for a little girl to speak?" I chide teasingly, "Wasn't it worth it in the end?" "Yeah, but I still feel like doing something painful to get you back." she says and reaches down to gingerly touch her clit. "Fuck my clit's sore, what did you do to it Lena? Try to bite it off?" "No, just chewed on it a little." Lena replies grinning, "God you made a mess, your cum's dripping onto the floor." "Well, what the fuck do you expect, when you tease me like that?" Katy asks. "A drink, if Geoff will get his cock out of there." Lena grins back, then not waiting for a response she leans forward and positions her mouth near Katy's cunt while she hooks a finger behind my softening member and pulls it free. The sensation of Katy's tight, rubbery cervix rolling over the hyper- sensitised head of my penis causes me to groan. As soon as my cock leaves the confines of Katy's tight vagina, Lena fastens her mouth over Katy's pussy and laps up the mixture of my semen and Katy's sweet juices, driving her tongue up inside to get as much as possible. Within seconds, Katy begins to squirm on Lena's talented tongue and lifts her hands to hold Lena's head in place. I slip two fingers down beside Lena's nose and begin to massage Katy's labia, one finger either side of her clit. Without placing any direct stimulation on the sensitive bud, I squeeze it between Katy's pliable pussy lips and induce it to harden and extend until the engorged, nerve filled tip brushes against Lena's soft cheek. Katy leans her head back on my shoulder, her eyes closed as she makes contented little noises. She briefly relinquishes her hold on Lena's head to take my free hand and lift it to her little pink nipples. Taking the hint, I massage the hard little nubbins with my fingertips as she returns her hands to Lena's scalp and encourages Lena by pulling her mouth tighter against her drooling pussy. As Katy's arousal heightens, I slip my fingers between her pussy and Lena's lips, wetting the tips inside her clasping vagina. When I return them to the vicinity of her elongated clit, I gently take the small shaft between the tips and pull on it, allowing it to slide between my slick digits until it pops free. With my other hand, I do the same thing to her tiny nipples, catching first one, then the other between my fingers and pulling, until the hard little nubbins slip free. Over and over again, I gently tweak Katy's nipples and clitoris, each repetition, causing he outcries to become more urgent, as we drive her closer to a second orgasm. As that climax approaches, I release the blood filled shaft of Katy's clitoris and gently tug upwards on Lena's fringe. She understands my meaning and lifts her lips to engulf the tumescent little member, while at the same time insinuating her fingers into the tight confines of Katy's vaginal sheath. As Lena begins to slowly slide her fingers in and out of Katy's slick cunt, I use both hands on her crinkled little titties, catching the pebbly protrusions between my thumbs and the tips of the first two fingers, gently squeezing and pulling them away from her body. It only takes as few seconds of Lena's incredibly agile tongue working on her clit, to send Katy over the edge. As her mouth opens and the first cries of release emerge, I increase the pressure on her tiny nipples and she arches her back in response. Drained by the intensity of her first orgasm, Katy shudders weakly for about twenty seconds, then collapses against my chest, totally exhausted. Releasing her tiny nipples, I gently push Lena's head from Katy's crotch, pull her fingers from her pussy and lift them to my lips, I then extend my tongue and lick them clean of Katy's ambrosial secretions. I then turn Katy in my lap and lower my lips to hers, gently kissing her as she wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me tight. When she releases me, I slip my arm under her knees and carry her into the lounge room, where I lay her down on the couch. Lena hands me a blanket and I tuck it round Katy's weary body. As Lena begins moving about the room, straitening things up, I turn on the TV and check the phone. There is no dial tone when I pick up the receiver, so I help Lena in her cleaning, while I wait for a news report. By the time we have the room tidy and the mattress leaning against the wall, with the bedding folded behind it, Katy is fast asleep, snoring softly. "Come on," I say, "we'd better check the windows." We already know the windows in the lounge and the kitchen are all right, which really only leaves Jane and James' bedroom. As soon as I open the door, I see the broken glass and puddles under the window and the crimson velour curtains are almost black, from about head height, down to the floor. Lena precedes me across the room and I call out "Watch your feet." She stops clear of the glass and reaches out to pull the curtain aside. "Oh wow!" she cries and stops moving the curtain, leaving a gap too small for me to see through. I move to stand beside her and take the heavy drape from her nerveless fingers. Pulling them aside another six inches, I too see what she is gazing at in awe. Two of the eight inch square panes of glass are smashed from their frames, but it is one in the center that holds our rapt attention. At some time or another, somebody has replaced a broken pane with reinforced safety glass and neatly piercing it, is a small twig about half the diameter of a pen. With disbelieving fingers, I reach up and gently tug on the strange missile. It is firmly wedged in place, with about four inches protruding into the room. "Shit," I finally say, after staring at it for over a minute, "that's incredible." "Uh huh!" Lena absently agrees, as she reaches up to finger the point, where the twig penetrates the glass. "How'd it happen?" "I don't know." I answer, slipping my arm around her shoulder and hugging her tight against my side. "I guess it's because of the wire holding the glass together and the stick hitting it just right. Come on let's find something to block those holes and clean this mess up." Dropping the curtain seems to break a spell and Lena starts shivering, as I turn her away from the window and lead her back into the kitchen. I leave her sitting on a chair, pulled up close to the fire. I get the mop and a dustpan and brush from their place beside the fridge and take them into the bedroom. Lena begins to rise, to follow me, but I wave her back into he seat and go into the bedroom alone. I quickly clean up the debris, and mop up the excess water, then lift the curtain aside, once more stopping to stare as I wonder at the power of nature. Eventually I shake my head and quickly remove the rest of the broken glass from the frame. Refusing to look at the hypnotically captivating oddity, I turn and leave the room, meeting Lena just outside the door, as she comes to see what is taking me so long. She takes the mop and brush from me and follows me out onto the verandah, where I dump the glass in the bin. Leaving the mop and things beside the door we head down the stairs to look for something to block the window. Halfway down the stairs, Lena cries, "I'll be down in a minute." and runs back inside. While I'm waiting I rummage about under the house and find a waxed cardboard fruit carton. Then as I start going through the toolbox, Lena arrives, carrying a roll of toilet paper. "Can you get the dunny fixed up?" she asks, "I really need to go." "Sure." I say, abandoning the toolbox, to go and get the can and seat. In the partially finished area under the house, I stack up some concrete blocks, set the seat on top and slide the can underneath. Then, while Lena goes about her business, I take some more blocks and lay a path from the slab to the bottom of the stairs, so that we don't have to worry about getting our feet muddy. Once the path is complete, I return to the battery room and the tool box, where I find a Stanley knife and a staple gun. I cut two pieces of cardboard about a foot square and joined by Lena, I head up the stairs. We stop in the bathroom to clean our feet and I wet a cloth with warm water and soap it up. Lena giggles as I place a hand between her shoulder blades and bends much further than necessary, so that I can clean her little pink ring. Taking advantage of her exposed position, I begin at her clit, sliding the slippery, well soaped cloth, back and forth along her slit until she is squirming with pleasure. I then lift the cloth to her, slightly soiled anus and wipe it clean, using my finger to push the cloth about an inch inside. Next, I rinse the cloth clean, this time with cold water and without wringing it out, I slap it on her pussy and arsehole, causing her to jerk upright and squeal with outrage. Grinning at her indignant glare, I turn the hot water back on and warm up the cloth, before wiping the last of the soap from her pussy and tight little bum hole. To mollify her, I get her to lean on the side of the bath, while I kneel behind her and perform a quick taste test. I begin at her clit, flicking it back and forth with my tongue, until I feel it harden and extend from within it's sheath. Next I slip my tongue between her prominent inner labia and lap up the delectable juices that are beginning to pool within. Pointing my tongue, I drive it as deep as possible into her vagina, collecting more of her ambrosial fluids as they begin to form. As I withdraw my tongue, Lena moans softly and disappointment, pushing back towards me, in an attempt to recapture my tongue. Ignoring her invitation I lap onwards towards the base of her spine, briefly pausing at her puckered ring to give it a quick flick with my tongue. She giggles as I tickle the tip of her tail bone with the tip of my tongue, then sighs as I return to her pink/brown anus and start circling it, just outside the line where her skin begins to darken. I work inwards, in a slowly contracting spiral, until I reach the winking eye at the center, then without warning I drive my stiffened tongue inside. And just as abruptly withdraw it, spitting. "What's wrong?" Lena asks, with a barely suppressed giggle, as I rise and stick my head in the sink. "Didn't you wash it properly?" I thoroughly rinse my mouth out before replying, "No, too well, I just got a mouthful of soap." Lena lets herself go, sinking to her knees and resting her head on the cool rim of the bath as she giggles madly. Between whoops, she manages to gasp out, "I thought you had tasted my shit." "I almost wish I had." I say. "Come on assume the position." I instruct holding up the cloth. "Is that cold?" she asks, eyeing it suspiciously. "No, see." I reply and press it against the back of her neck. Still chortling occasionally, she uses the side of the bath to support herself, as she rises to her feet and bends at the waist once more. Wrapping a corner of the cloth about my finger, I carefully work it into her tight little bum hole and just to make sure, I repeat the process with the remaining three corners of the washcloth. As I rotate my wrist for the last time, I catch sight of my watch. "Come on," I say slapping her cute white bum, "If we're quick, we might catch a news report." Feigning indignation at the slap, Lena precedes me from the room, with her nose in the air and stumbles over the half inch step in the doorway. Laughing, I gather up the cardboard and staple gun and follow her, stepping exaggeratedly over the threshold. We're just in time to catch the news as we enter the lounge and I take a seat in one of the armchairs, with Lena in my lap as we watch and listen to the news report. According to it, the cyclone had hit us almost dead center, an island just off shore had robbed it of nearly all of it's forward momentum and it had spent most of it's fury overnight. The rain was expected to continue at least until the end of the day and I figure it'll take another two days for the creeks to subside. Damage reports were still sketchy, but a few nearby towns and stations had reported missing roofs and some stock losses. And there had been a number of road accidents, though no one had been killed. The announcer then goes on to talk of news in other parts of the state and I shift Lena to the arm of the chair, so that I can rise and turn off the telly. Once again I check the phone, but it is still dead. Lena follows me, as I go to patch the window and holds the curtain aside as I staple the waxed cardboard into place. Once I'm finished, she stares at the window for so long, that I wonder if she is caught up by the twig, like I was. However a few seconds later she lifts her arm and points out of the window. "Is that the phone line?" she asks. I follow her pointing finger to a black wire that extends from under the eaves, disappearing into the rain towards the road. "Yeah, probably." I reply, "Why?" "Because if it's broken this side of the creek, we might be able to fix it." she says. "Oh!" I say, "Well, let's go and see then." On the verandah, Lena lifts down a couple of Dri-za-bones, handing me James' she puts on Jimmy's, saying, "I got cold last time." Jimmy's gumboots fit her well enough and I find that Jane's fit me, so I put them on too. We clump down the stairs to the battery room, where I get the Stanley knife and some insulation tape. The only wire I can find is rather heavy, but wire is wire, so I take it and a bit of rope. Outside, we follow the telephone wire through the trees and about halfway to the creek we find the break. A heavy branch lying on the ground, tells us the story and while Lena goes looking for the other end of the wire, I begin to prepare the end nearest the house, stripping the ends back and attaching lengths of the wire I'd brought from the house. While I'm working, Lena returns, holding the other end of the break. She takes the Stanley knife from my pocket and begins preparing it. Before attaching the wires to her end, I tie the rope to the two broken ends so that it will take any strain. I wrap my rough joins in tape and then matching the colours I join the ends together, then start taping the wires to the rope, using up the entire roll in the process. Two minutes later, we've done what we can and return to the house. Dumping our wet weather gear on the verandah, we shake the excess water from our hair and head inside. I pick up the receiver and I'm rewarded with a cracking dial tone. Giving Lena the thumbs up, I dial my uncle's number, deciding to get the worst over with first. It's answered on the first ring and I hear my mother's worried voice, "Hello?" "Hi mum, It's Geoff." "Geoff!" she shrieks and I hold the receiver away from my ear while she starts yelling at me. Across the room, Lena's grin tells me that she can hear her too. "Are you all right? I've been trying to ring you since last night, but you wouldn't answer and then the phone kept on ringing engaged. Why didn't you answer? Did you leave the phone of the hook? Are the girls all right. Is there" Finally I yell, "Shut up and listen!" and speak into the stunned silence at the other end, "Every body's fine. We didn't answer because we were too busy getting the wood in. If I'd stopped to listen to you, we would have got brained by the hail. No I didn't take the phone off the hook, the line got broken and Lena and I just fixed it." "Where's Katy?" mum's voice is a little more moderated after my reassurances, "Her parents called here when they couldn't get through to you." "She's fine, she's asleep on the couch. Do you have a number for them?" "Yes, but you can only leave a message and they'll call you back." she gives me the number and I write it down. "Look Mum, everybody's fine, the worst damage is a branch stuck through the caravan and a broken window. But everything's under control now. I've still got to call the Sheads, so I've got to go now. Don't call here, because we'll be waiting for Jane and James to call. I'll call you again later O.K." "Are you sure you're all right? Do you have dry clothes? Have you got enough food? You're not cold are you?" Exasperatedly I reply, "We're fine Mum, the fire's roaring, and we have enough porridge to feed an army. Now let me go so I can call the girls' parents." With finality I say "Bye." and hang up before Mum can say anything else. Waving Lena over, I get her to call her place, before Mum can make up her mind whether to call back or not. About thirty seconds elapse before the phone is answered and Lena presses in close, to listen in on the conversation. "Hello." a woman's harried voice answers. "Hello Mrs. Shead it's Geoff here. Sorry we didn't call earlier, but the line was broken and we just fixed it. Both girls are fine but it's going to be a while before we get out." "What about the house, is that all right?" "Yes, just a couple of broken windows and they're fixed now. We've got the stove going so we're warm as toast." "Well, you're doing better than us then, we lost half the roof here. Can I speak to Lena?" "Sure, here." I hand the phone to Lena, keeping my ear near the receiver, so that I can hear both sides of the conversation. "Hi Mum." "Hello darling, how are you?" "Great, this is fun." "Maybe for you, but we lost the roof and I've been helping your father to get things under cover. Maybe this time he'll use screws to hold the roof down. Anyway, It's good to hear that you're O.K.. You be good for Geoff and do as he says. Put him back on now, because I want to get back to your father." "Mrs Shead." I say. "Geoff, thanks for looking after Lena, I'm glad she got caught over there now, it's a shambles here. Have you got through to Katy's parents yet?" "No, I'm going to leave a message for them, as soon as I finish speaking to you." "O.K. well I won't keep you. Besides I've got to get back to my husband. Bye." "Bye." I drop the receiver back in the cradle and start counting out loud. On the count of seven it starts ringing. Picking it up, I don't wait for the caller to identify themselves, but begin speaking, "Mum, I said I'd call you back once I'd heard from Jane and James." "But I'm worried about you." "And they're not about Katy? Now hang up and let me try to call them. No, on second thoughts let me speak to Uncle Liam." "But I just want to be sure you're O.K." "Mum," I all but yell, "get me Uncle Liam." "Are you sure.." her voice trails off and I hear the sounds of a scuffle. "Hi Geoff, I heard that. What do you want?" "My mother to leave the bloody phone alone. We're fine, but I'd like the opportunity to let others know too. Do you think you can do that for me?" "Not a problem, how long do you want?" "Forever." I mutter, "Long enough to get a message through to Jane and James and for them to call back. I call after I've spoken to them. Look, I don't care if you tie her up, just keep her off the phone so I can let Katy's parent's know she's safe." "O.K. bye." "I love y" Mum's voice is cut off as my uncle hangs up. 'Yeah right.' Translation: I can't manage your life very well from this side of the creek, but I'm going to try anyway. I dial the number my mother gave me, and keep dialling until I get through. "Hello." a man's voice answers and in the background I can hear a hub-bub of noise and the sound of phones ringing. "Emergency Accommodation Message Centre, how can I help you?" "Hello, my name is Geoff Lyndon and I'm trying to get a message to Jane or James O'Conner, I'm looking after their daughter and I've just managed to get the phone working. Can you tell them that she's all right and the phones working again?" "Hang on a sec I think I can do better than that." he muffles his end of the line, but I can still hear him, "Andy can you see if the O'Conners are still waiting?" "Yeah that's them." He then begins talking to me again, "You should be able to speak to them in a minute, I've got them here on an alert list. Yeah, here they are now." A couple of seconds later Janes worried voice comes on the line, "Geoff? How is everything? How's Katy? Can I speak to her?" "Everything's fine, Katy's asleep." I say to Jane, then covering the mouthpiece I continue, "Lena, wake Katy up, her mother want's to speak to her." While Lena wakes Katy, I continue, "We weathered it pretty well here, just a couple of broken panes in your bedroom, but they're patched now. A branch took out the phone line last night, but it was this side of the creek, so we've sort of got it fixed for now. Here's Katy." I hand the receiver to a still bleary eyed little girl. "Hi Mum." "Yeah I'm fine. I'm just tired." "Yeah, it was pretty bad. You should see the caravan. It's got a tree right through it, just over the bed." "No we all slept up here in the lounge like you said, we only saw it when we went to take a look around." "No Mum, there's hardly any wind, just rain." "Really! You mean we're right in the middle of it? Wow!" "O.K. Mum, I will, love you too." "Here she want's to talk to you again." Katy hands me the receiver, but huddles up to me, keeping her ear close to the earpiece. "Jane, Geoff here." "Geoff, They're giving me a wind up signal here, so I've got to go. You have no idea how relived I am to know you're all right. Thanks for looking after the place. They say the storm's spent most of it's force, but it's still there. From what Katy just told me, you must be right in the eye, but it could start moving again, so be careful if you go outside. "Thanks again, I don't know how we're going to repay you. Gotta go, Bye." "O.K. One thing before you go. The patch in the phone line is pretty rough, so don't get too worried if you can't get through. See you in a few days if I don't hear from you before then. Bye." "Bye Geoff." The line goes dead, and I hang up. Chapter 8 - SLAVE FOR AN HOUR. "Are you going to call your mum back?" Lena asks. "You've got to be kidding." I reply, "She's going to make it past Uncle Liam eventually, until then I'm just going to enjoy the peace and quiet." I turn to Katy, "In the mean time, have you got any games Katy?" "Sure," she replies, "We've got some cards and Monopoly and there's the Atari, but I guess we can't play that." She rises and starts rummaging through the drawers of the wall unit, eventually finding a large bundle of playing cards, strapped together with a rubber band. She throws these at me and gets down onto her knees to root out the Monopoly set, her bare bottom waggling at me. While she and Lena begin setting up the board on the coffee table and counting out money, I sort through the cards and not finding a complete deck amongst them, I put together a deck with four different back patterns, Setting them aside when the girls tell me they're ready to play. We roll the dice to see who gets to lead off and Lena wins the honour, rolls a seven and lands on chance. She draws the card, cups it in her hand and looks at it. The expression on her face tells us the contents of the card. Go to jail, go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect $200. "It's not fair." she protests, "The cards weren't shuffled properly." Jokingly, I say, "Well, you could always suck the cop off and he might forget to arrest you." "O.K." she replies with a grin and crawls around to my side of the table and lowers her head to my lap. Her talented tongue and lips soon have me achingly hard, then Katy pipes up, "Hey what about me?" Lena immediately abandons my throbbing shaft and crawls around to Katy. Vigorous slurping noises and the expression on her face, tells me that she is on the receiving end of Lena's gifted tongue. I wait until Katy's half lidded eyes begin to cross and intervene, "O.K. that's enough. Let's get on with the game." As Lena withdraws, licking her lips, Katy throws me a filthy look that informs me just how close she had been to orgasm and her eyes promise revenge. At that point, the rules get a rewrite and it is decided that a jail term can be avoided with a well placed tongue, giving mouthpiece a whole new meaning. As the game continues, other nasty events get added to the list. But when Katy tries to pay the rent on her back, I rule that she must be unable to pay before that can be done, otherwise the game would never finish. The game continues, with short breaks for the paying of fines and the like. I'm the first to gather a complete set, all of the reds and I start my development. Lena is next with the yellows and between the two of us we soon have Katy close to broke. "Hey Lena." I grin, "What do you think about the looser becoming the sex slave of the winners for an hour?" She readily agrees, causing Katy to protest loudly. A few seconds later Katy's objections fade and she asks, "You mean I... I mean the looser has to do whatever the winners says?" "Yes," I agree, "but only sex." "O.K." she agrees, holding out her hand for me to shake, Lena places her hand on top of ours and the agreement is sealed. The game goes on and the last piece of real estate is bought up. The next time Katy lands on one of Lena's properties, she pays her rent by transferring one of hers to Lena, allowing Lena to complete the light blue set and erect hotels on them. Two throws of the dice later Lena lands on one of Katy's three railroads and instead of paying cash she hands over Oxford Street, allowing Katy to complete the green set. A little later I get Pall Mall and complete the set, then spend most of my cash reserve to put three houses on each of them. Lena lands on another of Katy's railroads and this time pays in cash, which Katy uses to erect houses on Bond and Oxford Streets. A string of bad luck hits me and on my next three throws I manage to land on two of Katy's railroads, the income from which she uses to put up more houses, just in time for me to land on Oxford Street with two houses. She insists that I sell some houses to pay for it and a little voice in the back of my head tries to tell me that I've been had. A moment later that little voice is a panicked scream as Katy sells Park Lane to Lena for enough money to upgrade to three houses on each of her greens. Lena builds hotels on Mayfair and Park Lane and my little voice gibbers away in a dark corner of my mind. My turn comes around and I breath a sigh of relief as I manage to avoid them and land on Go. Lena's next throw lands her on The Strand and she just manages to scrape together enough cash to pay me off. Both girls then indulge in a orgy of property swaps and start rearranging their housing, so that there are two or three houses on each of their properties. Lena hands me the dice with a broad grin on her face and with some trepidation I roll them, double six, "Yess!" I all but scream and count off my way to Whitehall, another roll puts me on Free Parking and I gleefully pick up the small amount of cash in the middle as I hand the dice on to Katy. She lands on one of her own properties and passes the dice on to Lena, Lena's roll is a safe one too and the dice come around to me again. I roll an eleven and not even bothering to move my piece, I get up and leave the room, ignoring their orders for me come back. I go out on to the verandah and get down a dog collar and leash that I'd seen there earlier. Donning them, I return to the lounge and hand the end of the lead to a gleeful Katy. She signals her desire by giving two quick downward jerks and I quickly drop to my hands and knees, looking up at her with my tongue hanging out of the side of my mouth. "Hey! I won by more than she did." Lena protests vociferously. "Mistress may I speak?" I ask of Katy, ignoring Lena for the nonce. "You may." Katy gives her permission. "You threw the game." I explain to Lena, "We had Katy, over a barrel and you helped her beat me instead." "Enough!" Katy barks. "Come here and lick my pussy until I cum." she orders me. She moves to the couch and sits down, slumping with her knees pulled up into her armpits. I crawl over to her and lift my hands to separate her labia. Before I get my hands above the level of the cushions, the leather loop on the end of the leash cracks, on my knuckles, "I said lick me." Katy half snarls, "Lena can have your hands." A wicked gleam flickers in her eyes and she rises saying, "Hang on don't move." She takes my hands and places them in the small of my back, leaving me with my face pressed into the seat cushions. "Don't move!" she repeats, dropping the end of the lead. An interminable few seconds later I feel hands grasp mine, forcing them together and something bites into my thumbs. When I'm released, I tug experimentally and discover that my thumbs have been fastened together. "Ha! you try and get out of it." Katy jeers and I realise that she has done what I did to her and tied my thumbs together with cotton. A weight descends onto my hips and my hands are pulled in between Lena's legs, with my fingertips pressed against her labia. A moment later, Katy gets back into position on the couch and she lifts my head by the hair, while she wriggles under me until her bum rests on the edge of the couch. She then lowers my face into her lap and I go to work with my tongue and lips. A slap on my backside, reminds me that I have two cunts to service and I discover just how much, man relies on his thumbs, as I try to stimulate Lena's fleshy quim. Eventually I work out how to get two fingers of one hand into her vagina while I pinch her clit between the thumb of that hand and the forefinger of the other, just in time for Katy to swipe her hand across the back of my head. I quickly resume tonguing away at Katy's enormous clit and tight little quim. For a few minutes all goes well and Katy's bald little twat begins drooling a continuous stream of delicious juices, which I hungrily slurp up. On my back, Lena is rocking back and forth, causing my fingers to move slightly within the heated, slick grasp of her vagina, but as time goes on, her movements become more violent and unable to support myself properly, my face is mashed into Katy's damp pussy. Struggling, I regain my balance and resume plunging my tongue in and out of Katy's slick vagina, a moment later my fingertips press against that magical location within Lena's vaginal sheath and she collapses forwards, the hard nipples, topping her small tits poking into my back, just below my shoulder blades. A sudden gush of fluid from her vagina, pools in my cupped hands and the small of my back, flowing down off my flanks as she cums on my fingers. Between Katy's thighs, I struggle to breathe, as my nose is mashed flat against Katy's pubic bone and my mouth is forced hard against her sweet, fat pussy lips. Just before I pass out from lack of air, Lena slides from my back and falls to the floor beside me and I rise, sitting back on my heels, gasping for air. Katy gives me almost no time to recover, before she seizes the chain dangling from the collar around my neck and jerks downwards, pulling my face back between her legs. "Lick my bum." she orders, hunkering down on the couch and pulling her legs back to expose her tiny pink pucker, "I want you to fuck it." The thought of how tight that virgin anus would feel around my shaft, causes my already rigid cock to twitch and slap against my belly. Eagerly, I press my tongue to the rosy ring of crinkled flesh, already slick and shining with a mixture of my saliva and the sweet juices drooling down from above. I lap these up with gusto and press the tip of my tongue forcefully against the tight opening, holding it in place, as the tight ring of muscle slowly gives way. With no way to support myself, my nose is soon buried in Katy's oozing gash, the tip actually penetrating here tight little vagina and again I find it difficult to breathe. I risk her wrath, by removing my face from between her legs for the few seconds it takes me to sit up and shuffle forwards until I can sit on my heels. Then just as she begins to take up the slack in the chain I dive back in and re-apply my tongue to her twitching arsehole. A few seconds later, Katy hauls upwards on the chain and says me, "Enough, now stick it in." Shuffling forwards on my knees, I rise until the base of my cock is level with her drooling pussy. Katy wraps her free hand around my rigid shaft and tilts it down and pulls me closer until the tip presses up against her glistening anal sphincter. "Uh Katy," Lena says, moving to kneel beside me so she can get a good view of the action, "don't you think it'd be a good idea to lube it up first?" "Oh yeah." she says with an embarrassed giggle and lifts my cock to her vaginal opening and pulling on my prick until the head pops inside, letting go of the shaft, she entangles her fingers in my pubes and jerks me closer, causing me to grunt in pain. Grinning at my theatrical wince, she pushes me back with her knuckles and then pulls me back into her. Katy's grin widens and takes on a wicked cast, as I try to minimise the pain by matching her rhythm and she takes great delight in constantly changing tempo. Half a dozen strokes later, she pushes me back until my cock slips free and slaps up against my belly. "There, that should be enough." she says taking hold of me and pulling the tip of my cock to her arsehole. "Now fuck my bum." "Yes mistress." I murmur submissively and begin applying pressure with my hips. For a few seconds her tiny pink pucker resists my efforts and my cock begins to buckle under the strain. Then just as I'm about to relax, Katy's eyes open comically wide and she emits a pained yelp, as her anal sphincter opens up and two inches of my cock enters her arsehole before I can stop. Holding perfectly still, I wait, looking down at where her obscenely stretched read opening, clasps my prick with a painfully tight grip. Her small frame, makes my cock look incredibly large and I begin to wonder if Katy has bitten off more than she can chew. "Fuck that stings!" Katy cries, her eyes watering, as she expresses the same sentiment, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all." "Are you O.K.?" I ask, "Do you want me to stop?" "No way!" she cries in response, dashing the tears from her eyes, "Just give me a chance to get used to it. If Lena can do it, so can I. Anyway, who said you can talk slave." she continues cracking me on the backside with the leather loop on the end of the chain. "Yeow!" she screeches, "Now THAT was NOT a good idea." she says through the tears, as her injudicious punishment causes me to jerk and drives my prick deeper into her tiny body. "Hang on a sec." Lena says, fighting to hide a smile, "I've got an idea." Rising from her position beside us, she pads from the room, returning a moment later with a tub of margarine. "Here, this should make things easier." Without waiting for Katy's permission, she scoops up a generous dollop of margarine on her fingertips and pulls me free of Katy's tight anal sphincter. Katy squeals as she forces the majority of the cold greasy spread into and around the gaping hole, before smearing the remainder along the length of my shaft. "Now try it." she says pulling my prick back to her young friends slowly contracting rectal opening and firmly pushing on my behind. This time the resistance is considerably lessened and the crown of my cock pops easily through the pre-stretched ring of flesh. Katy momentarily tenses at the new intrusion, then her eyes widen in surprise and she says eagerly, "Hey that didn't hurt put some more in." Dropping the end of the chain, she does not wait for me to move, but grabs me by the hips and pulls me into her. With the aid of the margarine, there is almost no resistance as my cock slides easily into the warm buttery depths of Katy's incredibly tight rear opening, not stopping until my pubes tickle the wetly glistening flesh of Katy's swollen pudenda. When she feels this Katy's eyes open even wider and she curls herself even tighter as she tries to look at where my cock penetrates her body. "Oh wow! I've got it all in." "So, how's it feel?" Lena asks grinning. "Like I need to take the biggest shit ever." Katy replies with an answering grin. "Now fuck my bum." she orders me, her imperious tone spoiled by the giggle that follows. "I wonder what Mum would say if she heard me say that?" The sudden shrilling of the telephone makes me jerk and Katy squeal in surprise, but when I try to withdraw, she tightens her grip on my hips and says, "Don't move. Lena can bring it here." Lena rises and returns a moment later with the telephone, and holds it out to me, before she remembers my fastened thumbs. "Oops!" she giggles and lifts the receiver to my ear. "Hello" "Geoff, why didn't you call me back?" my mother asks from the other end of the line. "Because I wanted some peace and quiet." I reply tightly, "Now are ringing because you have something important to say or are you just going to bash my ear." "That's not a very nice thing to say to your mother." she says, "I'm just worried about you." "Mother!" I say gritting my teeth. "I'm fine, and the girls are just great." Both girls giggle at this and a moment later I gasp as Katy starts pushing and pulling on my hips, fucking herself with my cock. "What's wrong?" my mother asks. "Nothing mother." I say, trying to retain my composure. "Katy just stuck her fingers in my ribs." "What about what's sticking into Katy?" Lena whispers, briefly slipping her hand over the mouthpiece. "Lena!" I cry with a shocked laugh as Katy bursts into uncontrollable giggles, which send a whole new set of sensations rippling though my cock. "What's happening? What's going on?" "Nothing mother, the girls are just laughing at my silly mother." I say, fighting to keep my voice under control, "Now do you have anything important to say, or can we get back to our game?" "I'm just worried about you?" "Mother!" I force the word from between clenched teeth. "Oh all right. Your uncle want's to speak to you. I just wanted to talk to you first." "Fine," I say, "put him on." A second later, I hear my uncle's voice on the phone. "Sorry about that Geoff, but she insisted on speaking to you first." "Yeah, well this may not sound to charitable, but is there any way you can stop her, she's driving me crazy and the girls are starting to think she's a big joke. Are you sure Gran wasn't Jewish?" "Why?" "Because Mum is starting to sound like it." I say, adding "How many Jewish mothers does it take to change a light bulb?" "I don't know? What's that got to do with it?" he asks in a puzzled voice. "None, I'll just sit here in the dark." I say answering both his questions. From the other end I hear his guffaws of laughter, joined on my end by both of the girls. In the background, I hear my mother asking, "What did he say, what's so funny?" It takes a few seconds for Uncle Liam to get his voice back under control and when he does, he repeats the joke to my mother. "Well!" I hear her say in a huffy voice. and Liam begins laughing all over again. "Well, that's done it." he finally says to me. "I don't think she'll bother you again, she's just stormed out into the kitchen." "Good." I reply. "Now what was it you wanted to say to me?" "O.K." he says, getting himself under control, "I was thinking, that if the rain doesn't pick up again, I might be able to get some more food and other things to you, if we can get a rope across the creek. Louise wanted me to use the rope to get you all over here, but I told her it's too dangerous for the girls, especially since you are all perfectly safe over there. "Anyway, I reckon that if the creek goes down just a bit more, I should be able to get a line across to you and you can tuck into something more substantial than porridge for tea. What I figure I'll do, is go across to the Shead place and get some things for Lena and meet you at the creek in about an hour or so." "I wouldn't bother the Sheads if I were you, they've got enough problems of their own and we got some things of Jimmy's for Lena to wear." Lena giggles at this and shuffles behind me to rub her bare pussy against my fingers. "What's so funny this time?" my uncle asks. "Nothing," I reply, laughing myself, "Lena just thinks it's a hoot to wear jocks instead of knickers. As if it makes any difference whether the label's on the left or the right." "What about other things?" he asks once he gets himself back under control, his voice dropping and taking on an embarrassed tone, "You know women's stuff?" "Well Lena?" I ask, pushing the receiver aside with my chin. She covers the mouthpiece with her hand and asks "What?" "Do you need any women's stuff?" I ask her with a grin. Instead of answering me, she lifts the receiver to her own ear and says, "My period's not due for three weeks. I don't think I need any 'women's stuff'." she finishes with a grin, as my bachelor uncle sputters on the other end. "Here, I think he's embarrassed." Lena says with a giggle and puts the receiver back to my ear. "Well Uncle Liam, does that answer your question?" "Yes." he answers ruefully, "That answers my question. O.K. I'll see you down at the creek where you normally cross in about an hour, to give it time to go down a bit more. Now is there anything you want?" "Yeah, you could bring over a couple of jigsaw puzzles to keep us occupied and leave Mum behind." "Can do." he replies with a laugh, "See you in about an hour, if this rain doesn't pick up again." "O.K. see you then. Bye." "Bye." Lena hangs up the phone and we look at each other, then burst out laughing. "Is she always like that?" Lean asks through her giggles. "Yes." I reply with a grin, "Or worse, she can't get it through her thick head that her little boy has grown up. She doesn't know it yet, but I'm moving out as soon as we get home. Of course, the official reason is that I want to be closer to the college." "Of course!" she replies, her serious tone spoiled by the ear splitting grin on her face. "Oh shut up and fuck me!" Katy says, pulling on my hips. "Of course mistress." I grin, and start rocking my hips back and forth, forcing my rock hard prick deep into the warm, tight recesses of her body, then pulling out, until only the crown remains hidden. I keep up this awkward motion for about three stroke, then use a fingernail to break the cotton binding my thumbs. "Enough of this shit." I say bringing my hands around to her hips and pulling myself into her in one swift, driving plunge. "Eeeek!" Katy squeaks, her eyes opening wide in surprise. "Do it again." she squeals. Happy to oblige, I pull back and plunge home again and again. "Oh fuck that feels so weird." she cries, slipping her hand down over her belly to grasp her protruding clitoris between her fingers. A moment later, her other hand slides over the top of the first and I feel her fingers probing at the entrance to her cunt. looking down I watch her insinuate the tips of two fingers into the tight opening and with a grin at Lena, I pull myself into her, my pubic bone forcing her fingers home to the last knuckle. "Oh shit!" she cries, "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck meeeeee!" Spurred on by her urgency, I begin thrusting faster and faster, driving my cock into her with almost brutal strokes, the tight constriction of her anus massaging the entire length of my shaft. Hearing a thump beside me, I turn to see Lena lying on her back with her feet propped up on the couch as she plunges all four fingers of her right hand into her saturated quim. At the same time her other hand savagely mauls her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples and pulling the quivering flesh away from her body. As I watch Lena's self abuse, I drive myself into Katy's rear even harder, pulling our bodies together with bruising force, each stroke forcing the air form her lungs with an explosive grunt. Suddenly her entire body snaps straight, pushing me back from the couch and onto my heels as she gives voice to a purely animalistic howl of release, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure. Unable to move as much as a millimetre, all I can do is groan, as her sphincter locks tight about the base of my shaft. Then just as Katy's orgasm begins to subside, Lena's voice rends the air as she reaches her own climax, rolling sideways into me. Unprepared for it, I fall over sideways, wrenching my cock free of Katy's relaxing arsehole. Squealing shrilly, she slides from the couch, landing on her butt with a thump that drives the air from her body. Picking myself up, unfasten the chain from the collar and lift Katy over to the mattress, where I lay her on her face and cover her with my body. I take myself in hand and press the tip of my cock against her still twitching anus. Her body offers absolutely no resistance as I lower my hips and slide my cock back into the warm buttery depths of her bowels. Then as I resume plunging my rigid shaft into Katy's small body, Lena craws up behind me and slides her hand beneath my balls and I feel her slide two fingers into Katy's pussy. A moment later I feel another two fingers press up against my own back door and work their way inside. Assaulted on all sides my balls begin to tighten, and I increase the pace of my driving thrusts into Katy's writhing body, pounding up and down as my own orgasm overtakes me and I send pulse after pulse of my burning seed, deep into the overheated recesses of her bowels. Totally enervated by my fourth spend in less than six hours, I barely have the strength to roll myself to one side, my cock pulling free of Katy's arsehole with an obscene slurp. Lying there on my back, I stare sightlessly a the rough unpainted fibro of the ceiling, waiting for the strength to return to my twitching limbs. A sudden distressed cry from Katy rouses me from my reverie and I roll onto my side just in time to see her scramble to her feet and leave the room, moving with an undignified waddle. "It's under the house." Lena calls after her. Turning towards me, she catches my eye and we burst out laughing. "It's not funny!" Katy's outraged cry, reaches us through the open door as she hurries down the stairs. "Come on," Lena says, hauling on my hand, "let's see if she made it." Groaning through my chuckles, I force myself onto my hands and knees and allow Lena to pull me to my feet. With my arm around her shoulders, we walk out onto the verandah and lean on the rail, looking out towards the dam. The water has receded even further and for the most part, lies within the bounds of the original dam bank, level with the diving platform. A couple of minutes later, Katy emerges from beneath the house and makes her way up the stairs towards us, passing us on the way to the bathroom with her nose in the air. A clearly audible sniff, causes us to begin chucking again. We following on her heels and I have to duck as a damp and slightly smelly face washer sails in my direction. Retrieving it, we join her under the shower and wash the evidence of out latest bout of lovemaking from our bodies. "Hows the bum?" I ask Katy. "Empty." she replies with a scowl that becomes a giggle as I dig her in the ribs. "So how did you like it?" Lena asks with a grin. "It was fun, but I like it better when he fucks my pussy." Katy replies, adding with a grin, "And I don't have to worry about shitting my pants." "Uh, you're not wearing any." I point out. "You know what I mean." she cries, thumping me in the chest. "So, it's not sore then?" I ask. "A little bit," she replies, "but not as bad as my pussy did yesterday morning." "Good." I say, "Well, let's finish getting clean. We've got to go and meet my uncle in a little bit." Kneeling, I pull her to me and start rubbing her body down with a well soaped cloth, paying careful attention to her most secret recesses. Pulling the cheeks of her bum apart, I inspect her little anus, apart from a slight reddening of the surrounding skin, there is no sign of our recent love making. Surprisingly, her tiny arsehole has already closed and is almost as tight as ever, giving way grudgingly as I slip a soapy finger inside. "So what's it look like?" she asks, craning her head over her shoulder to look at me. "Like an arsehole." I reply, and dodge as she swings at me. "It looks fine." I say grinning up at her, "It's a little red, but that's all, it's not even very stretched." "Well it sure felt like it before." she says grinning back. "I think that might have been the margarine." I tell her, reaching for the taps as I rise and step from the bath. "Come on, let's get some clothes on." Racing ahead of the girls, I run for the kitchen, snatching up one of the two remaining towels and briskly rub myself dry as they fight over the last towel. Katy wins the struggle and Lena turns on me, snatching the towel from my fingers as I unfasten the collar about my neck. Ignoring her triumphant cry, I push past her and move back into the lounge and finish drying with one of the many towels scattered about the lounge. Sorting through the pile of clothing by the couch, I pick out my shorts and shirt and slip them on as the girls come in behind me. "Here Lena," I say, reaching back into the pile of clothes, "put your jocks on." Giggling, she takes them from my hand and pulls them on over her legs, settling them on her hips with a snap. Looking down, she giggles at the baggy front panel and slips her hand inside. "I like them, there's room for my hand." she says, rubbing her fingers up and down her slit with an exaggerated motion. "Enough." I say, lightly slapping her wrist. Rummaging through the pile, I select a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and hand them to her. Looking about, I spy the hairbrush and pull it through my hair before calling Lena to me and quickly pulling the tangles from her hair. Katy, who has dressed herself in her long skirt and a windcheater, barely gives me time to finish with Lena before shoving her aside with her hip. As I draw the brush through Katy's hair, she asks, "Hey, how did you get your thumbs untied before?" "Trade secret." I tell her, pulling the last tangle from her head and swatting her bottom with the back of the hairbrush, just hard enough to make her squeal. She round on me with an outraged expression and says, "No really, how did you do it? Every time I tried it hurt too much." "No way." I respond, "It's the only way I know to restrain you and you want me to give it away?" "He used his fingernail, I saw him." Lena tells her, and jumps aside giggling as I lunge at her with the hairbrush. I check my watch; noting that there is half an hour before I'm due to meet my uncle, I suggest we get the place tidied up and the dishes done. Katy and Lena stick their tongues out at me, but begin moving about the lounge, Katy collecting the dirty dishes and takes them through to the kitchen, where I hear her dumping them in the sink. Lena starts picking up the towels and bedding, but dumps what she has in her arms, when she finds the copy of Private we had been looking at the night before and starts flipping through it. Grinning to myself, I give her a few seconds, before plucking it from her fingers and chiding her, "I thought we were cleaning up, We can try some more of that later." "I don't see how," she giggles, snatching it back, "unless Liam's coming over." Flipping to the story after 'Pissin' Cousins' she points to a picture that shows an Asian girl being fucked from both the front and back at the same time. "Looks like fun though." she says with a grin, "Do you think he'd go for it." "I don't know." I grin back, "Why don't you ask him?" "O.K. I will." she responds seriously. "Hey," I protest, "are you trying to get me killed?" "Gotcha!" she crows, as she starts picking up towels and lifting them to her nose. "That one's O.K." she says tossing the first one on the couch," "Phew, this ones a root rag." It goes on the mattress. As she continues to sort through the towels, I make up both mattresses into beds, earning a quizzical look from Lena. "Just in case he does work out how to get himself over the creek and visit." "Oh!" she says and picks up the pile of love soiled towels. She takes them through to James' and Jane's room and I hear her open the wardrobe and then close it a few seconds later. Returning to the lounge, she takes the cleaner towels into the kitchen and hangs them on the back of a chair in front of the fire. Looking about, the only incriminating evidence that remains is the cloths and bowl of water we'd used to clean up the night before. Taking them, I leave the bowl with Katy and take the cloths through to the bathroom, where I rinse them out and leave them to dry on the rim of the bath. Back in the lounge I find Lena tidying up the Monopoly set, while Katy looks on. I check my watch and discover it's time to move. On the way out, I check the fire and chuck on a couple of extra splits of wood. Leaving the door open to air the place out. We collect our wet weather gear, Lena and in Jimmy's and James' Dri-za-bones and Katy in a cheap yellow raincoat. (Yet another sign of her parents regard for her.) We pick our way across the muddy expanse of grass between the house and dam, pausing on the near bank to determine the best route. In the end, we decide to risk wading through the overflow at the foot of the dam, rather than try and pick our way through the brush that has piled up against what is left of the island. Katy pulls her skit up until the waistband covers her nipples the hem coming to just above her knees and leads the way into the water. Within three steps, the water is lapping at the top of her cheapie gumboots and I lift her to my back, when she would toss them aside and go on barefoot. Fortunately, the water only gets a few inches deeper and Lena and I are able to forge our way across with no further problems. On the other side of the dam, I lower Katy to the ground and we pick our way through the bush towards the rushing sound of the creek. A few seconds later I see it through the trees. It is running bank full, and the strings of bark and grass that decorate the base of every tree we pass show that, until recently, it had been one with the water flowing through the dam. Just as we reach the near bank, I hear the sound of a motor and a minute later my uncle's little Suzuki appears, crunching over the welter of branches littering the ground and comes to a halt about twenty feet back from the edge. As he springs from the cab, he yells at us, "Get back from there you bloody idiots, that whole bank's undercut." Even as he speaks a section of the bank about fifteen meters upstream gives way, disappearing beneath the roiling brown water with a splash. With shrieks of terror the girls spring backwards, dragging me with them. Unprepared for it, I go over backwards, landing ignominiously in the mud. As I pick myself up, Uncle Liam leans back into the cab, emerging with a coil of rope and something that he slips into his pocket. Making his way to a tree about five feet back from his side of the creek, he fastens one end to the it, and waits for me to cautiously approach. He hold up his hand when I'm about the same distance back from the bank. I miss the catch on his first throw, and the rope disappears into he swirling waters, quickly being pulled out taught by the force of the water. Taking hold of his end of the rope, he starts pulling it in, coiling it in his hand for another go. Again, I miss, and he shakes his head as he reels it in. With an exasperated sound, Katy shoves me aside and waits for my uncle's third throw, easily making the catch. Turning to me, she hands me the end of the rope with an infuriating smirk. "Tie it off to that tree." he yells pointing. "You can tie a knot, can't you?" "You bloody well know I can." I reply, "You taught me." "Yeah, well tie it off about head height," he tells me, "I'll pull it tight from this end." I quickly secure my end of the rope with a round turn and two half hitches and wait while he secures his end, using a truckie's hitch to pull it tight. "Stand back and get ready to grab this." he yells reaching into his pocket and pulling out a coil of light cord attached to something. Winding up, he throws it towards me keeping hold of one end of the cord. Something lands with a thud a few feet to one side and I quickly move to put my foot on it. Reaching down, I pick up a large shackle with a tightly bundled coil of cord tied to it. A few seconds later, I have the shackle fastened around the rope and the cord uncoiled. I tie my end of the cord off so that I can't loose it, and Uncle Liam, pulls the shackle back to his side of the creek. Going back to the car, he gets out four plastic bags and a piece of netting. Wrapping the first bag in the netting, he attaches it to the shackle and signals for me to pull it across. Five minutes later, all of the bags are across and he asks, "What sort of damage do you have over there?" "Not much, a couple of broken windows is all in the house." I reply. "There's bits of tree everywhere, but I'd say that's par for the course." "Pretty much the same as us." he yells back. "Anything else?" "Yeah, there's a tree stuck clean through the caravan." "You weren't in it I hope?" he asks with a note of concern in his voice. "No," I reply, "We slept up in the lounge." "Good." he says with a nod, "O.K., you've got some ham, steaks, vegies, a bottle of milk, some cans of spaghetti, two changes of clothes and your mother put your shaving kit and toothbrush in and a new one for Lena. She's also put in just about every kind of medicine she could find about the place and all of the bandages. If I were you though, the only one I'd worry about is the large bottle of cough mixture. I've also chucked in a packet of tobacco for you. "Oh, and the jigsaw's in there too. If you want anything else just ring up. I'll leave the rope here just in case. Now if you can't think of anything else, I'm heading over to give the Sheads a hand. Do you want me to give them a message Lena?" "Just tell them everything's fine and that I love them." she yells back to him. "O.K." he says, "Now get moving and get out of the rain." As he turns and goes back to the car, I hand the girls a bag each and take the other two myself. With Katy leading the way, we head back for the house. When we reach the dam, Katy forges ahead, her gumboots filling with water in the deepest section. On the far side she steps out of them and kicks them back into the water, watching as they float off into the bush. "Oops," she giggles, looking up into my face as reach her and try to give her a stern look, "I must have left them on the steps last night." "Really?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. "They were too small anyway." she rationalises. "That makes it all right then?" "Probably not," she replies with an unrepentant grin, "But this way I get Jimmy's and he'll get new ones. He only takes one size bigger than me, so they'll soon fit." "So that's what I tripped over coming in with that last load of wood." I say smacking my forehead, "I must have kicked them off." "That's right!" she agrees, grinning maniacally. Well come on then," I say, tapping her on the back of the head with the jigsaw. "I think I've got a steak with your name on it here." "Good," she replies, "'cause I'm hungry." A minute later we reach the house, and shuck our wet weather gear on the verandah, before moving into the relative warmth of the kitchen. Closing the door behind us, we dump our burdens on the table and begin unpacking. Katy takes the ham and milk from me and puts them in the fridge. Turning to me she says, "Go and get the Kero, the bloody fridge's gone out." When I return, she has the heating unit pulled out into the middle of the room and is trimming the wick. I wait for her to move aside, then fill the reservoir. I hand Katy my lighter and take the can back out onto the verandah. By the time I've washed the kero from my hands and return to the kitchen, Lena has peeled some potatoes and sweet potatoes and set them on the stove to boil and is now refilling the kettle. Katy has emptied the rest of the bags onto the table and is wondering aloud, "I wonder what Liam meant about the cough mixture." Opening the bottle, she lifts it to her nose and a broad grin appears on her face. Before I can take the bottle from her hand, she puts it to her lips and takes a healthy slug. "Wow, that's better than the shit Isaac has." Snatching the bottle from her grasp, I take a whiff and discover the unmistakable aroma of 'Jack in the Black'. Returning her grin, I too take a good slug, feeling the warmth tingling all the way to my fingertips. When she would take the bottle back from me, I hold it out of her reach and snatch up the lid from the table. "That's enough for now." I say, screwing the lid down tight and setting the bottle on top of the fridge. "You shouldn't be drinking this anyway, but you can at least get some food into your belly first." "Hey what about me?" Lena protests, just as Katy accuses, "Spoilsport." "What about you?" I ask, with a grin. "I haven't had any at all." she pouts. "So?" I tease. "Well if I don't get any, YOU don't get any." she replies cupping her mound suggestively. "Blackmail!" I cry in a wounded tone. "Yep!" she replies with a smirk. "So do I get some, or not?" "A mouthful." I say, opening the bottle and holding it out to her. I keep a grip on the bottle when she takes hold and lifts it to her lips. She takes a generous mouthful and I'm forced to tilt the bottle back down and pull it from her grasp as she tries to take another. "Whew, that really is COUGH mixture." she gasps as the raw bite of the alcohol hits her, "What is it?" "Jack Daniels" I return grinning. "Good stuff isn't it?" "Yeah!" "Come on, let's get going on this jigsaw while we wait for the spuds." I say, as I put the bottle away. "I can think of something better to do." Katy grins, slowly gathering up the hem of her skirt to reveal that she had not bothered to put on any knickers. "Yeah well THAT might be better," say with a rueful grin, "but I've already cum four times this morning. You'd have more luck with a three day old corpse." "Spoilsport!" she giggles, dropping her skirt and tugging the waistband back down to her hips. As I sweep the medicines and my clothes back into their bags, Katy upends the jigsaw box, tipping the pieces out onto the table and they begin sorting out the edge pieces. By the time we have about three quarters of the edge assembled, it's time to put the steaks, onion and peas on, so I leave the girls to continue alone while I set the peas to boil and put a griller on the hot plate to heat up. Ten minutes later, I hand the girls their plates, heaped with orange mashed potatoes and lashings of fried onion on the steak. Taking my own plate and a handful of cutlery, I follow them into the lounge. I turn on the TV to see what's happening as we eat, but as 'Days Of Our Lives' is the only thing I can get, I flick it off and squeeze in between the girls on the couch. Katy picks up a fork full of mashed potatoes and takes aim at me, but a warning look causes her to reconsider her actions and she pops it into her mouth instead. When we finish, I sit back and wrap my arms around their shoulders, pulling them to my sides. Sighing contentedly, they snuggle closer and Katy, with a mischievous grin, drops her hand into my lap and begins rhythmically squeezing my cock through my shorts. Leaving her to find out for herself, just how drained I am, I press my lips to the crown of Lena's head and nuzzle her damp hair. Wriggling her hips in closer, she lifts her chin and presents me with her slightly parted lips. Taking the implied invitation, I lower my lips to hers and share a soft, sensual kiss. As Katy slips her hand into the wide leg opening of my shorts and continues her fruitless labours, Lena and I continue kissing, becoming more playful, snapping and nibbling at each others, lips, tongues and noses, as I grin at Katy's increasingly frantic efforts to get my cock beyond half mast. Finally she gives up in disgust and stomps off, saying, "I'm going to do the jigsaw." Lena and I exchange looks and burst out laughing, drawing a disgusted noise from Katy as she slams the door behind her. This causes Lena and I to laugh all the harder. Each time we think we have ourselves under control, we look at each other and begin laughing anew. Finally though, we manage to stop and with a last kiss, I pull Lena to her feet and hand in hand we saunter through to the Kitchen, just in time for me to catch Katy taking the bottle of Jack Daniels down from the fridge. She snatches her hand away with a sheepish giggle and returns to the table and sorting through the pieces of jigsaw. Lena and I join her and a few minutes later I drop the last piece of the edge into place. Picking up the box, I take my first good look at the picture. It is a three thousand piece puzzle depicting a Swiss chalet, set in a garden in full bloom. We begin sorting the pieces into different categories, sky, foliage, building and so on. As we continue, it becomes apparent from Katy's deteriorating coordination and her rapidly increasing giggles that she had been returning the bottle, not taking it down, and when I check, I discover that she has drunk a more than generous potion. When I turn back to her, scowling, she giggles and challenges, "Whatcha gonna do, spank me?" "Good idea." I reply, "Catch her Lena." Shrieking, she bolts for the door, but Lena catches hold of the back of her windcheater before she can get away. She give one of her little wriggles and Lena is left holding an empty windcheater. However Lena has delayed her long enough for me to cover the distance between us and I grab her around the waist and lift her from her feet as she straitens up. "Get me a chair." I say to Lena as I struggle to keep hold of the giggling, shrieking, wriggling dervish in my arms. Lena brings me the chair and I drop into it, barely keeping my grip on Katy as I do so. "Get her arms." I tell Lena. It takes her a few goes, but eventually Lena secures the flailing limbs and she giggles as Katy sigh in resignation and goes limp. Taking advantage of the lull, I position Katy face down across my knee and flip the back of her skirt up to reveal her unclad bottom. As I raise my hand, she once more explodes into motion and Lena and I struggle to keep her secured. "You know," I say to Lena in a conversational tone, "she's just making it worse for herself, what do you reckon, an extra whack for every minute she wastes." Lena looks at me and I wink. "No, I think five." she replies getting into the spirit of things. "Oh go on and get it over with." Katy giggles, ceasing her struggles. "How many are you going to give me anyway?" "What do you think Lena?" I ask. "Oh fifty at least." she replies, smirking. "No way!" Katy protests vociferously, briefly resuming her struggles, "That's what I got for hitting Jimmy with a cricket stump." "I don't know Katy," I say, my voice dripping with mock concern, "This is a pretty serious crime. I think you need to be taught a lesson." "Not that big a lesson." she protests as Lena shakes with silent laughter. "We'll see." I say and flip her skirt back up. She begins to struggle, then thinks better of it and relaxes. I sit there staring at her pert little bottom for nearly a full minute, until finally the anticipation becomes too much for her and she begs, "Hurry up and get it over with." Even as she begins to speak, I raise my hand and bring it down, feeling the firm flesh of her tiny backside quiver under the force of the blow. She utters an outraged squeal as the blow lands, then realising that I hadn't really hurt her, she relaxes as I begin to deliver firm, measured blows at five second intervals. By the time the tenth blow has fallen, I begin to feel her hardening clitoris press into my leg and an increasing dampness on my thigh. As I continue, the slick wetness on my leg becomes more pronounced and she raises her rear to meet each of my ringing blows, jerking away and mashing her clitoris against my thigh as each one lands. Within my pants, my cock hardens and begins to press into her side. As I come up to the twentieth stroke I judge her near climax, and bring my hand down with the first and only really painful blow, drawing a surprised yelp from her lips. She clenches her buttocks in anticipation of the next blow and when it doesn't fall she begins franticly humping her dripping pussy against my leg. I let her go for a few seconds then roll her towards me, lifting her throbbing clit clear of my leg. "NOooo!" she cries piteously and tries to wrench her hands from Lena's grasp. Lena, however, is ready for her and manages to keep hold of her young friends hands as she struggles desperately. Realising that she's not going to get away, she gives up and cranes her neck around to look up at me with smouldering eyes. "You bastard." she says. "That's me." I cheerfully reply. Ignoring her glowering look, I turn to Lena and ask, "Well what do you reckon? Do you think she's had enough?" "No," she replies grinning, "but that's the whole point, isn't it?" "Bitch!" Katy mutters, as I laugh. Nodding to Lena, to let go, I allow Katy to roll from my lap and get to her feet. She back off a couple of steps and stands there glaring at us, dressed in nothing but her ankle length skirt. Finally though, she grins. "That was fun, and I can tell you liked it." She says, pointing to where my baggy shorts are tented out by my stiffened cock. "I think you're ready for some more fucking." "That's what you think," I return, "I still need to rest or there's going to be nothing left for tonight." "Oh All right." she pouts, then turns back to the table and jigsaw. Absently rubbing at her pussy through he skirt with one hand, she leans over the table and resumes sorting through the pieces of the jigsaw. However her balance is not quite up to it and she has to abandon her pussy and grip the edge of the table with her other hand. As I get to my feet, Lena cuddles up against my side and whispers, "That looked like fun." she wipes some of Katy's pussy juice from my leg with a finger and pops it into her mouth, sucking noisily. "I think I'm going to have to be naughty." Her quiet words obliquely remind me of a Sex to Sexty cartoon I'd seen once and I murmur, "Oh Daddy, if it's so naughty, why do you make me do it?" Lena giggles at my words and wriggles from my grasp, waving me over to the table with Katy as she leaves the room. I shrug when she lifts her eyes towards me questioningly and begin to go through the pieces of sky that Katy has been tossing into the box. When she realises that I'm getting out the pieces that delineate the edge of the roof and the mountains in the background and she takes more care and the occasional piece hits my growing little pile as she continues working her way through the rest of the pieces. "So what did Jimmy do to deserve the cricket stump?" I ask. "Threw the ball at the back of my head because I didn't want to play with him." she replies, adding with a grin, "I split his head right open and Dad had to shave it and sew him up. And he got ten really good ones with the strap for throwing the ball, after his headache went away." "So it was worth it then?" I ask with a grin. "Yeah!" she agrees cheerfully and turns back to the puzzle. Twenty minutes or so later, Lena returns and drops a sheet of paper onto the table in front of us. Her twisted little mind has visualised it perfectly, though unlike the original cartoon, this one is in two frames. The first shows a man cupping cantaloupe sized balls in one hand as he aims the fist sized glans of his grossly oversized cock at the face of the tiny girl standing before him. She is dressed in tight, tight shorts, and a check shirt tied below grapefruit sized breasts. One arm clutches a Raggedy Anne doll almost as big as she is, as she licks the head of the massive fuck tool before her. In the second frame, the girl is positioned in the mans lap with one tit hanging out and her bottom lifted into the air, as he holds his hand raised high overhead. Her features are almost totally obscured by what looks to be a pint of cum, that drips from her, as the man stares maniacally at her well rounded backside, her shorts hanging from one tiny ankle. This second frame bears the caption, that I had murmured earlier. "Hey, these are really good!" Katy exclaims, then giggles as she reads the caption. "Can I keep it?" she asks, looking to Lena. "Too good," I growl, "it's going into the fire when you've finished looking at it." "Why?" she asks, shocked at my callousness, Lena too looks disappointed at what appears to be my cavalier dismissal of her artwork. "Take a better look." I tell her. "Who do they remind you of?" Katy stares at the drawing for a moment, then lifts her gaze to stare at my face as she lifts her fingers to her own. "Oh!" she murmurs, "It might not be a good idea to leave this lying around. I know, can't she rub out the heads and make them look like somebody else?" "She could but, people are still going to know who drew them." I reply, "I bet Lena's the only one around here that can draw this well and somehow or other, I don't think she's supposed to know about this sort of thing yet." "Uh, yeah." Katy says, obviously disappointed, "Mum gets her to draw the outlines for her embroidery." As she pick up the paper and turns towards the fire, Lena stops her by grabbing her shoulder and asks, "Can't you take it Geoff? I drew it for you anyway." Though I'm not really sure that I want to own something so potentially incriminating, I can't refuse her and take it when Katy holds it out to me. Laying it to one side, we return to the jigsaw. About an hour later we have most of the skyline in place and have made a fair start on the roof of the chalet and the mountains. Though after the third time Katy dislodges some of what we have already done, we make her hand us her selections and indicate where she wants them tried. Surprisingly, nearly all of them go where she want's them, her coordination might be shot, but her other faculties are still sharp. Suddenly the shrilling of the phone causes us to jump and Lena giggles as Katy says sententiously, "I'm ringing to make sure you brushed your teeth after lunch Geoff." Lightly cuffing the back of her head, I go through to find that she's not far from the truth. "Hello." "Hello Darling, how are you? Did you get everything? Did you find the extra toothbrush for Lena?" "I'm fine mum." I say forcing the words between clenched teeth, "Yes we got everything and yes I got the toothbrush for Lena." "See." Katy says and the two girls fall on each other laughing uproariously. A moment later I get an eyeful as Katy slumps to the floor, her skirt rucking up to reveal her bald little pussy, as her legs fall open. "Hear that Mum, it's you they're laughing at. Do you want to know what Katy said when the phone rang? She said 'I'm ringing to make sure you brushed your teeth Geoff.'" "Well I think she's a rude little girl." my mother replies in her patented 'hurt' voice. "I'm just worried about you." "Mother!" I say, achieving a flat, dead tone in my attempt to control my voice, "What you're worried about is the fact that I'm not there to for you to try and control. Well guess what Mum? I'm eighteen years old and I'm entitled to vote, drink and go to hell in my own handbasket. If I brush my teeth it's because I don't want the girl I'm kissing to notice my onion breath not because my Mummy told me too." Ruthlessly overriding her attempt to get in a word of protest, I continue, "I know you dragged me along on this holiday because, I can now go into a pub and get drunk. Well guess what, I already know what the bottom of a beer glass looks like and right now, one would look pretty damn good. "Now if all you want to discuss, is my dental hygiene, I'd suggest hanging up now, before I say something I'll regret later. I love you Mum, but from now on, it's my life." "Oh Geoff, you have no idea how much that hurts me." she half sobs. "Yes I do Mum, but I was getting sick of having you try to run my life anyway, but a bag full of useless antibiotics and bandages, when the worst injury here is a bump on the back of Katy's head and checking up to make sure I've brushed my teeth, was the last straw. Though the Panadol may come in handy once I've finished with the 'Jack Daniels' that Uncle Liam managed to substitute for the cough mixture." "He what!" "He gave me booze Mum. One adult to another and as an adult it is my right to drink it. Now are you ready to treat me like an adult?" "You're not making this easy for me." "No I'm not, but you're just going to have to face the fact that your little boy has grown up and wants to live his own life. You accepted it with Andrew when he got that apprenticeship and moved out and up until now, I've let you transfer your anxieties about him onto me, but when you start to undermine authority here, with silly questions about toothbrushes, enough is enough. "I love you mum, but from now on, I'm not going to wait for your approval before I make a decision. I've seen my birth certificate and I've seen the marriage license and I've done the arithmetic. You've made your own mistakes and now it's time to let me make mine." "You were premature" she protests. "Yeah right, nine pounds ten and two months premature, plus you've told me on more than one occasion that I should have been an Aries like you, but I was late." "I did say that, didn't I?" she admits, but she has to have one last try at making me feel guilty and regaining the upper hand, "I'm sorry if I've been such a bad mother." "I never said that Mum, you've been a great mother, but all that cotton wool gets a bit stifling. I'm going to leave the nest sometime and wouldn't now be better, when you are there for me if I do need you, rather than later, when I'd have to figure it all out for myself." "You're right, I know you're right, but it's so hard to let go." "I know it's hard, but you've got allow me to let go the apron strings before I take to them with an axe." "No!" she yelps, a note of humour creeping into her voice, "I know what you're like with an axe." "That was fourteen years ago Mum," I protest, "And I DID tell him to move his hands." "And that makes it all right to nearly cut your little brother's fingers off does it?" she says lightly. "0f course not," I reply in the same vein, "but I've grow up a little since then, I've already survived twenty four hours as the only authority and I think I can survive another forty eight. Why don't you try to go cold turkey for the next two days and let Uncle Liam pass on anything I really need to know? Let the next time we speak, be when we see each other face to face and I can apologise properly for being so cruel." "You don't have to, that's apology enough. You know, that song is right, sometimes you do have to be cruel to be kind. All right, I'll let you go and take the time to think about what you've said. I love you. Bye." "I love you too Mum. Bye." "Oh Geoff." she says, as I go to hang up. "Yes Mum?" "Brush your teeth." "Yes Mum." I say acceding her that one small victory. I hang up the phone and turn to speak to the girls, but they are gone and the door is closed. I find them in the kitchen, leaning over the jigsaw. Katy looks up as I enter and says, "We though you'd like to be private." "What she means is," Lena says shoving Katy's shoulder. "I thought you'd like some privacy, SHE wanted to listen." In her inebriated condition, Katy looses her balance and with arms windmilling, she lands on her arse with a jarring thump. She yelps at the impact and glares up at Lena with an expression composed of equal parts surprise, pain and something that bodes ill for Lena. "Well thanks anyway," I say pulling Katy to her feet, "I wouldn't have minded, but Mum will be happy to know you didn't hear what I said." "Whatcha say after we left?" Katy asks with irrepressible curiosity as she rubs her bottom. "None of your beeswax." I say lightly swatting her backside. "Why? Aren't you mad at her?" "Not any more. We sorted it out." I tell her. "And now, come on you two, she says we have to brush our teeth." "That's sorted out?" Katy asks incredulously. "Yes it is." I reply, "I won the big one, why shouldn't I let her have one little victory?" "Is that another lesson?" Katy asks curiously as we walk out onto the verandah. "Yes," I reply, once more surprised by her perspicacity, "If you give in sometimes, when it doesn't matter, It can make it easier for you to get your own way, when it does. And when you have that big win, conceding a few points goes a long way towards keeping relations civil. Just don't give in all the time, that's a recipe for disaster too." "Is that why you just had that fight?" "Yes." I reply taking her toothbrush from her hand and shoving it in her mouth, "Now brush." Giggling, she proceeds to do so and Lena and I take up our own brushes and do the same. A few minutes later we rinse and Katy pulls my mouth down to hers, her lively little tongue, insinuating itself into my mouth and flickering over my teeth and gums. Pulling back, she says "No onion breath." I have to laugh. "So you heard that much did you? Now I think I want a second opinion." Saying this, I pull Lena to me, and kiss her long and hard. "Well?" I ask when I finally lift my head. Gasping, she giggles, "Nope, no onion breath." I slip my arms about both of them and guide them back inside, pulling them in close as we squeeze though the door. "So, What are we going to do now?" Lena asks, maintaining her proximity, as Katy pulls ahead. "I vote for fucking his brains out." Katy says, stopping and turning to grin up at us. "Try again." I tell her, "I like my brains just where they are." "O.K." she tells me, pulling Lena from my arms, "We'll suck each other's brains out and you can watch." Lena's face stiffens and she digs her heels in, jerking Katy to a halt as she tries to lead her through to the lounge. "Hey what's wrong?" Katy asks, looking back at her. "I don't want,..." she begins, "I mean, you were doing it with us too," she looks at me, "when Katy and me did it together." "That's stupid! Come on." Katy says, tugging harder on Lena's arm. "Katy!" I say and she stops and has the good grace to look embarrassed. I turn to Lena and ask, "Why does that make a difference?" "You said only doing it with a girl makes you a lesbian." she answers me confusedly. "Oh!" I blink as I comprehend her meaning, "that doesn't make somebody a lesbian. A lesbian, only ever does it with girls and she doesn't like doing it with men at all. There are all sorts of things that make a girl a lesbian, but just doing it with another girl isn't one of them." "Why do girls become lesbians then?" Katy asks, always eager to expand her knowledge. "How about an easy one Katy?" I say, gathering them in my arms and guiding them over to the couch, where I sit and pull them down beside me. "Like 'why is the sky blue?'" "O.K." she responds with a cheeky grin. "Why is the sky blue?" "Because it's not green." "Ha. Ha." Katy mock laughs, "Anyway I already know the answer to that one. It's Raleigh scattering. Now tell me, what makes a lesbian?" "Well," I reply more seriously, "Sometimes it's just because it's the way they are. There's something different in how their brain or their glands work and they just don't feel horny around men, just women." "You mean there's something wrong with their brains?" Lena asks, pulling back to look at me. Rather than just give her a straight answer, I answer her question in a way that would make her think. "Lena, how many people do you know with red hair?" "Not many, a few, why?" "So people with red hair are different, especially if they've got skin like mine that tans instead of freckling and burning, right?" "Yeah!" she answers slowly. "So there must be something wrong with me. Is that right?" "Of course not, there's nothing wrong with redheads." "So it's all right if the difference is on the outside where people can see it?" "Huh?" "Well that's what you just said." "No I didn't." she protests. "Yes you did. You agreed with me that redheads like me are different and you seem to think that there's something wrong with lesbians because their brains are different, but there's nothing wrong with redheads. Why? The only difference I can see, is that you can see red hair but you can't see lesbianism." "It's not like that." objects. "Well what IS it like?" I inquire reasonably, closing in for the kill. "Uh..." she trails off, "Um..." she stops again, then answers triumphantly, "Because it's in their minds, you were born with two sets of genes for red hair, we learned about it at school." "Well why can't a lesbian have genes that make her a lesbian?" "Um... I guess they can." she replies, becoming unsure of herself once more. "But, there's got to be something wrong with them, because everybody knows that it's wrong to be a lesbian." Katy spots the illogic of this argument and chips in with the fallacious, but effective argument, "Everybody except Columbus used to 'know' the Earth was flat." "Oh!" While Lena ponders this, Katy asks, "What are the other reasons that some girls become lesbians?" "Being badly hurt by other people." I reply, "It could be because they got raped and now they can't trust men, especially in a sexual situation. Or they are fat or considered ugly and they get picked on so much by boys that they turn to other girls for support. "Maybe, they are just so big and strong that they scare all of the boys away. That one's pretty much self-fulfilling, because; one, the boys won't have anything to do with her; and two, everybody already 'knows' she's a lesbian because she looks just like one." "So some lesbians are born and some are forced to be lesbians." Katy asks, "Doesn't that mean that some sorts of lesbians are wrong?" "No." I answer, "What forces somebody to be a lesbian might be wrong, being a lesbian is just a way of adjusting to a bad situation. Like you pretending to be dumb in front of your parents." "What about gays? Are they all born that way?" Katy asks, "After all you can't rape a man and girls don't care as much if he's ugly." "Don't bet on it." I tell her, "It is possible for a woman to rape a man, and it can be even worse for him, because they think like you think, 'a man can't be raped', so when it happens he's even less able to deal with it than a woman. At least she knows it's possible. It's still one of the most traumatic things that can happen to a girl or woman, but her world view isn't turned upside down at the same time. Besides it's always possible for a man to rape another man. And a man gets a lot less support from the people around him too. If a woman rapes him, most people will treat it as a joke if they know and if it was another man, it's very unlikely that he will seek any sort of help at all. "No, rape still can play a part in making a boy gay, but it usually happen in a different way. A man or maybe an older boy will either straight out rape a boy, or they might just convince him to have sex with them. But it's what they do later that causes the damage; they will do their best to convince the boy that it was his fault or his idea. If it happens often enough the boy can become convinced that he is gay. Again it's very unlikely that he will report it, both because of threats made by the rapist and because they boy is scared of what other boys will think if they found out. And the worst part of it happening that way is, he will often grow up to do the same things to other boys himself." "Oh wow!" Katy breaths, "That's really shitty. I wonder what sort Paul is. He's a friend of Mum's who lives in Brisbane and I know he's gay." "It's hard to tell," I say, "unless Jimmy gets jumpy around him or he goes off with him alone a lot." No Jimmy reckons he's great and if he takes Jimmy anywhere, he takes me too. He says he won't do things for just one of us." "Well, that doesn't tell us why he's gay," I say, "but at least you can be pretty sure he's not a rapist." That's good," she says, "I like him." "That's good too." I tell her, "Too many people are scared of people that are different and if they're afraid, they try to destroy the person that scares them. Be scared of people for the right reasons, and if somebody really does scare you, only try to destroy them if you really have to." "Why?" Lena asks, "If somebody is dangerous shouldn't you get rid of them?" "No, think about it." I say, "If you try to destroy them, then they has a reason to feel even more threatened by you and they'll be an even worse threat. You should only attack if you can't avoid the threat yourself and never try to deal with a threat on your own, get help; your parents, the police, a teacher or somebody else you can trust." "What if you're alone and can't get help?" Lena asks. "In that case, do anything and everything you can to protect your life, or somebody else's life. That's the most important thing, if you can't get away, the best thing to do, is to just let it happen and hope that he will let you go afterwards. Of course, if you get a chance, do your damnedest to rip his balls off. "Hope like hell that you never, ever have to deal with something like that, and God forbid, if it ever does, the most important thing to remember is that 'IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT'. I know that sounds silly, but it happens, you start to think about what you might have done to encourage it, and what you might have done to avoid it and if you keep that up, you fuck up your mind even worse than what the rapist did. You are going to feel dirty and used anyway, don't give the bastard the satisfaction of you blaming yourself for his sick deeds." "I'm starting to wish I'd just knocked on the caravan door instead of peeking through the window yesterday." Lena whispers snuggling in tighter to my side. "Hold me please." I tighten my arm about her and lightly kiss her forehead. "Really?" I ask. "Not really," she says burrowing her face into my chest, "but things seemed so much simpler before." "I know, it's called growing up." I reply. "How do keep from going mad, thinking about everything that can go wrong?" "By trying to be ready for anything that might happen and then forgetting about it until it does." I say, "Don't let life make you gloomy, because the world doesn't really give a shit, one way or another. Seize life by the throat and squeeze every last bit of fun out of it you can." "Hey that's not my throat!" she giggles. "But you can keep squeezing." "Hey what about me?" Katy interjects. "O.K. you can squeeze too." Lena tells her with an impish grin. Katy pokes her tongue out and Lena just giggles again, saying, "Yeah I'll have some of that too." "Oooh!" Katy cries, giving the impression of stamping her foot, even though both of them remain curled under her bottom. "Well?" Lena prods, "I thought you wanted to suck my brains out." Katy bounces from her seat and hauls Lena to her feet, then almost in the same motion has her flat on her back on the mattress and is sitting astride her shoulders. "Let's be friends." she says slurring the words together and pulling up her skirt to expose her hairless little slit to Lena's gaze. "Oooh let's." Lena giggles and pulls Katy closer. Squealing at the touch of Lena's talented tongue, Katy lets her skirt fall to cover her friend's head. I reach into my shorts and adjust my already stiffening cock, settling back to watch what should prove to be a most interesting show. Katy begins to squeal and wriggle with delight as an obscene slurping noise emerges from beneath the concealing folds of her skirt. By watching the expression on Katy's face, I find it quite easy to follow the progress of Lena's tongue. As the rapid, flicking of her tongue give way to longer, slower and deeper strokes, Katy's squeaks and wiggles give way to a slower grinding of her hips as her head falls back and her eyes close, and from deep in her throat, there emerges a loud moan that is almost a purr. A minute later her eyes fly open and she utters a piercing shriek as Lena's tongue spears into her vagina. When her hips settle, Lena returns to her long slow licks and Katy's head falls back once more. Then just as Katy relaxes, her eyes bug out and her voice rises and falls in a rhythm, that tells me that Lena has begun my 'suck, nip, pull' technique on her young lover's engorged clitoris. Seconds later her shrill cries are chopped off, and the tendons of her neck stand out in sharp relief as she cums in great, crashing waves of pleasure. Above the elastic waistband of her skirt, I watch her little belly ripple, causing her breath to be expelled in deep animalistic grunts, in time with the powerful contractions of her young vagina. A few seconds later her right elbow buckles and she falls to lie on the mattress beside Lena, her young body shuddering as the last of her orgasm rips through her. I look to Lena, and she meets my gaze with a shit eating grin, her face plastered with Katy's slick fluids, from her chin to just below her eyes. Even as I watch, her tongue emerges from her mouth to gather up every skerrick of sweet, feminine juices that she can reach. Groaning, Katy rolls onto her belly and slowly rises to her hands and knees. Shaking in reaction, she crawls up Lena's supine form and lowers herself on top, her leg pressed in between Lena's thighs. She then begins to lick Lena's face clean, humping her pussy against Lena's leg as she chases down every last droplet of nectar missed by Lena's tongue. A few seconds later, she rises a little and pulls her skirt from beneath herself, pulling it off over her head and throwing it at me. As I inhale the heady aroma of her arousal, she starts sliding up and down Lena's bare thigh, leaving a trail of glistening wetness. Lowering her face to Lena's she flicks her tongue across Lena's lips, spearing inside as they part to allow entry. After a few seconds of deep passionate kissing, Lena pushes Katy aside, muttering, "Shit Katy, you're just getting me frustrated." and reaches down to undo the snap at the front of her shorts. Seeing this, Katy pushes her hand aside and take over, lowering the zipper and pulling them down and off as Lena lifts her hips. Katy then pulls Lena to a sitting position and removes her T-Shirt. Then pushing Lena back down to the mattress, she applies her lips to an erect nipple and begins sucking hard, causing Lena to cry out in pleasure. Switching to the other nipple, Katy gently nips at the swollen bud, eliciting a sharp gasp, as Lena grabs the back of her head and pulling her entire face into the resilient flesh. A few moments later Katy begins to struggle and Lena releases her to draw an exaggerated breath, before she lowers her mouth once more and begins to suck, nip and pull on the twin mounds of mammary perfection rising before her. One of Lena's hands rises once more to cup the back of Katy's head as the other reaches around to probe Katy's drooling pussy and tight, little arsehole. Katy continues to mouth Lena's quivering breasts for a few more seconds, then starts kissing her way down Lena's body. As Katy's hot, little quim moves out of reach, Lena lifts both of her hands to her engorged nipples and begins playing with them, rolling them between thumb and fingertips and pulling them outwards until they slip from her grip. She squeals and jumps as Katy's tongue dips into her navel, but her hands keep up their assault on her firm young tits as Katy's tongue delves lower and reaches the top of the jocks Lena is wearing. Pulling back she looks at the soft cotton encasing her friends hips and mound, lightly tracing the edge of the spreading damp patch and pulling at the baggy folds of the front panel with her fingertips. A few seconds later she, slips her hand in through the leg band, forming a fist once it is inside. Giggling, she extends her thumb, causing the fabric to tent up like there was a prick inside. Wrapping her other hand around the extended digit, she moves it up and down in a wanking motion as Lena lets go of her nipples and rises to her elbows to look. Half giggling and half moaning, she says, "That's it Katy, jerk me off. Wank my dick for me. The side of Katy's fist must be giving considerable stimulation to Lena's clit, because as I watch, the wet patch continues to grow and her breath comes in shorter and shorter gasps. A few seconds later, Katy moves down until her wet, little cunt presses against Lena's toes and lowers her head to engulf her thumb and the fabric covering it in her hot little mouth. "That's it Katy, suck my cock. Suck my cock through your brother's jocks. Suck your brother's dick." As she exhorts Katy to perform this lewd simulated blow job, she grasps the engorged nubbin of Katy's, oversized clitoris between her first two toes and pulls on it until it slips free. Katy gasps at the new sensation and sucks with increased vigour, the side of her fist pummelling Lena's mound as Lena bucks her hips against it. She keeps this up a little longer, then spits the saturated fabric from her mouth and grasps Lena's legs behind the knees and forces them up to her chest. Lying back, Lena grips her legs, pulling them wide as Katy pulls the crotch of Lena's soaking undies to one side and starts sucking and licking the moist slot within. "Fuck!" Lena groans, "Oh Fuck, suck me, suck my cunt. Oh God yesss!" Katy brings one of her hands up and extending three fingers she jams them in at the bottom of Lena's drooling slot. "FUCK!" Lena screams in response to this latest intrusion, "FUCK MEEE!" Nothing loath, Katy begins to ram her fingers in and out of Lena's dripping cunt, quickly adding a fourth finger as she continues to lick and suck on Lena clit and distended inner labia. A few moments later, she curls her thumb under her fingers and drives her whole hand into Lena's vagina with an obscene squelch. "FUUUCK!" Lena's voice rises in a bane sihde wail and there is no hint of sanity in it as she screams, "FUCK MEEEE, FUCK MEEEE, FUCK MY CUNT! PUT YOUR WHOLE FUCKING ARM IN YOU BITCH LESBIAN WHORE!" I watch the corners of Katy's mouth turn up at the corners in an depraved grimace, as she forms her hand into a fist and begins punching it in and out, her arm disappearing to halfway to the elbow, as she fist fucks Lena into oblivion. Only seconds later Lena's legs fly out straight as her hands slap the mattress and she forces her hips up against Katy's deeply embedded hand. Screaming incoherently, Lena's hips rise and fall, her entire body shuddering uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure pound her body into an unresponsive mass of quivering girl flesh. Her screams slowly fading as Katy continues to maniacally pump her fist in short sharp jabs, deep within Lena's convulsing body. Finally, driven beyond endurance, Lena's body goes completely limp, her hips falling back to the mattress as she falls into a dead faint. Katy turns her head towards me, grinning dementedly, her face smeared from brow to chin with Lena's love juices. "Oh goody!" she exclaims, her eyes falling to my lap. "You're ready now." I follow her gaze and realise for the first time, that I've pushed my shorts down to my knees and I'm fisting a cock that is more like an iron bar, than anything of flesh and blood. Only the fact that I'd already cum four times, has kept me from wasting my seed all over my stomach. Almost ready to cum, I manage to force my fingers open and release my cock to fall with a wet slap against my belly. "Not yet." I tell her, "I've got to save what's left for later. Besides I think she's waking up." Even as I speak, Lena utters a groan that begins somewhere in her toes. Her head lolls from side to side a few times and she forces her eyes open. Still groaning she tries to lift her head, only to have it fall back before she can get it more than a few inches clear of the mattress. Finally she drags her arm across the bed and curls her fingers about the corner of a pillow. Moaning, she pulls it to herself, and folds it in half before pulling it under her head. "Oh fuck!" she groans. "That was so intense." "How do you feel?" Katy asks grinning. "Like I've been fucked with a jackhammer." she replies. "Jesus Christ, I still can't believe your whole hand fits in there." she utters a little yelp and I guess that Katy is flexing her fingers, as she squeals, "Stop that!" "Spoilsport." Katy replies, "Pull your bum up then, I want to take it out and I don't want to waste any of your cum." Groaning, Lena pulls her legs back, until her hips are well clear of the bed and Katy extracts her hand with an obscene slurp. Lowering her head, she laps hungrily at the milky fluid that begins to well from Lena's gaping cunt as it rapidly resumes it's normal dimensions. Half a minute or so later, she fastens her lips to the entrance to Lena's vagina and pulls her hips back down to the bed as she suck noisily, vacuuming every last droplet of sweet, ambrosial ejaculate from Lena's raw looking vulva. With cheeks bulging, Katy climbs to her feet and comes over to me. Kneeling astride my lap, she grinds her dripping pussy against my rock hard staff of life and presses her lips to mine as I wrap my arms around her and pull her even closer. She keeps her lips closed as I open mine to accept her kiss and squirts a small quantity of Lena's sweet juices into my mouth. She then wriggles from my grasp and returns to Lena. As I roll Lena's incredible nectar around my mouth with my tongue, savouring a taste that is beyond all but the poorest of descriptions, I watch Katy lie down beside her friend and pull her onto her side. They wrap their arms about each other in a loving embrace and press their lips together, passing the sweet, delightful elixir back and forth in a kiss that is more affectionate than passionate. For over a minute they embrace, while I continue to roll the intoxicating liquor of Lena's spend around inside my mouth, slowly diluting it with my saliva, allowing only the slightest trickle to pass over the back of my tongue. Finally they break and with a final swirl of her own sweet fluids within her mouth, Lena looks to me and says, "Take that shirt off and come here." Swallowing, the last of her cum, I get to my feet, letting my short fall about my ankles as I pull my shirt off. Dropping it on the couch, I step out of my shorts and walk over to them, my prick so rigid that it barely bobs as I move. Lena reaches up and pulls me down to lie on my back in the gap they have made between themselves. I slip my arms behind their necks, pillowing their heads on my shoulders as they snuggle up to my sides, each of them lifting a leg over my hips as they press their damp mounds up against me. Damp? Lena's undies are absolutely saturated and even unclothed, Katy is not much better. Lena tilts her face up to mine for a kiss and as she closes her eyes, I gently, lovingly press my mouth to hers, still tasting her sweet nectar on her lips. Even as we kiss, I feel her body relax further and a moment later she begins to snore quietly. I gently pull away from her slack lips and after briefly pressing my lips to her forehead, I allow Katy to pull my head around to face her. Her eyes dance with barely suppressed mirth and her tongue flicks out to brush the tip of my chin. "You need a shave." she giggles quietly. "Maybe later." I whisper back, "But right now, I'm going to put these whiskers to good use." "How?" she asks. "Like this." I say, trapping her head against my shoulder and scrubbing my bristly chin and cheek against her forehead and the upper half of her cheek. Giggling she pushes my head away and turns a mock scowl on me. "I won't kiss you if you do that again." she tells me. "Promises, promises." I say and, slip my head free of her hand and give her face one last scrub. Grinning she cups her hand and violently clenches it. Mock wincing, I say, "O.K. I'll be good, I promise." "You're silly." she giggles, "But I like you anyway." "I like me too." I tell her and she turns her head to set her teeth on my collarbone. "O.K. O.K. I like you a bit too." I feel her teeth tighten a little and I quickly say, "A lot, I like you a lot." Her teeth continue to tighten and I yelp, "I love you, I love you to pieces." "That's better." she tells me, releasing me and tuning her face up for a kiss. I lower my mouth to hers and gently suck on her little tongue as it darts between my lips, them follow it back into her mouth as it withdraws. She gives me a few seconds to explore her warm little mouth and then I feel her lips tighten in a smirk and she close her teeth on my tongue. She holds me like that for a few moments before releasing me and I pull my head back to look into her dancing eyes. "Yep, I love you to pieces," I say, "but Lena's still my girlfriend." She glowers at me for a few seconds, then grins, "I don't care. She can have you." she tells me, reaching down to wrap her fingers around my cock, "I just want to borrow this bit every now and then." "I guess I can manage once a week for you." I tell her, earning a scowl and a squeeze in response. "Maybe twice." Instead of tightening her grip further, she releases me and says with a grin, "I'll just have to see what Lena has to say about that, won't I?" She then snuggles in tighter and presses her cheek to my chest, sighing contentedly as I gently caress her back and side with my fingertips. Chapter 9 - REVELATIONS. Some time later, I wake to feel the girls shivering a little against my sides. Surrounded on both sides, by their bodies, I'm a little warmer, but the air has a chill bite to it and I realise that the fire must have gone out. With infinite care, I extricate myself from between the warm little bodies pressed up against my sides and slip the pillow under Lena's head. I pull the blanket from the single mattress and turning back, I discover that Katy has rolled into the gap, I'd just vacated and her cheek is now pressed into the upper swell of Lena's breast. After covering them with the blanket, I slip my clothes back on and move into the kitchen to check the stove; even the ashes hold nothing but the faintest trace of warmth. Sighing, I brush them through the grate and take the ash drawer outside. Slipping my feet into Jane's gumboots, I collect the axe and a split of dry firewood on my way down the stairs, noting in passing that the rain has stopped and high level winds are beginning to shred the clouds. I use some of the ashes to cover the noisome contents of the can, tipping the rest into a nearby metal drum already half full of ash and clinker. I stop to take care of a few needs of my own, sprinkling more ashes on top. I then go back out to the chopping block to chop the split up into kindling. I try to be as quiet as possible, but about halfway through, I hear Katy say accusingly, "You let the fire go out." I look up to the verandah and see the pair of them looking down at me. Katy is standing in front, pressed up against the rail. Lena stands behind her, her arms and the blanket enfolding her. "Well I see the two of you have made 'friends'." I say jokingly. Lena blushes prettily, but I see her arms tighten and she briefly lowers her head to press her lips to the crown of Katy's head. "Yeah we're 'les be frens'." Katy giggles and I see the blanket ripple, a second later Lena emits a little squeal of surprise and presses harder against Katy, trapping her impertinent fingers between them. Grinning, I turn back to the block and finish chopping the kindling. I then gather it and axe up and bounce up the stairs. Dropping my burden with a clatter, I step out of the boots and slip up behind the girls enfolding both of them in my arms. Lena tilts her head up for a kiss that I'm happy to deliver. And of course Katy demands the same treatment. Having paid the toll, I cuddle up behind Lena and we stare out over the devastation left by the storm. The dam for the most part has retreated within the confines of it's banks, revealing the gaping wound that is all that remains of the island. Where the willow has been bodily uprooted, there remains only a tiny crescent of muddy soil towards the far side of the dam, clinging to it are a few bedraggled plants, for the most part bowed down by the weight of the mud and grass stalks still clinging to them. Suddenly the entire scene fractures into a million points of light as the clouds to the west break apart, allowing the sun through to be reflected and refracted by the raindrops clinging to every leaf and surface. In my arms, the girls breath sighs of rapt wonderment and I pull them even closer. As the clouds continue to race before the wind, a rainbow takes shape in the east and the girls give voice to rapturous cries, spoiled a moment later, as Katy displays a mercenary streak, "Oh wow!" she breaths, "I wish there really was a pot of gold at the foot of the rainbow." "There is you know." I tell her, and she squirms around in Lena's arms to look up at me as if I'd gone daft. "That's just a story." she protests, "Like the Easter Bunny." "If you're talking about a big black iron pot overflowing with coins, then you're right." I say, "But there is something even more precious at the foot of each and every rainbow. Lena, look at it with that artist's eye of yours and trace the rainbow around in a big circle to where the ends meet and tell me what's there." She does as I ask, and a moment later, starts in surprise, "We are!" she says in a wondering tone, staring out into the distance. "We're standing right over the foot of the rainbow." "That's right Lena," I say, "Each and every person stands at the foot of their own personal rainbow and right now, you two are the most precious things in the world to me." Lena presses back against me, tilting her head back for another kiss. I lower my lips to hers and we briefly, eternally, declare our love for each other with that intimate caress. "I can't see it." Katy cries in frustration, interrupting us and I look down into her eyes. "It's O.K. Katy," I say, "It's hard to see with a big rainbow. Try it one day with a hose and you'll see what I mean. That's how I found it the first time." "But I want to see the real thing." she cries. "O.K." I say, "stare at the rainbow and fix it in your mind until you can see it with your eyes closed. When you've done that, keep them closed and fill in the rest of it. Now imagine the sun is shining through the back of your head right into the middle of the rainbow." "Oh wow!" she breaths rapturously, "you're right. I've found my pot of gold and I love you both." "And I love you." Lena and I declare in the same breath. "Jinx." Katy giggles and wriggles from our grasp, becoming once more a little girl intent on as much mischief as she can create. "Oh this is gonna be so much fun. I can say anything I want to you and you can't answer back." she jeers, skipping backwards, her naked little body a delightful sight against the glittering panorama surrounding us. Lena turns in my arms to look up at me, a funny grin on her face, as she wraps the blanket around me and lifts her face for a kiss. One of her hands snakes between us to unfasten my shorts and push them from my hips to fall about my feet. At the same time, my hands reach for her, and I discover she has already discarded her undies. Pulling me close, she rubs her belly against my prick. Ignoring Katy's teasing prattle, I cup Lena's bottom in my hands and lift her to wrap her legs about my waist and probe between her lips with my tongue as she lets the blanket fall and wraps her arms about my neck. We caress each other's mouths and lips with our tongues and Lena rubs herself against my hardening prick as I carry her inside, briefly grinning into each other's mouths as Katy moves on to a highly improbable description of our ancestry and personal habits in an effort to get us to speak. My eyes widen in surprise as I discover just how closely, she has been listening to the stockmen and I silently applaud her command of English vernacular. Lena giggles into my mouth, as Katy follows us into the lounge and lets fly with a description of a patently impossible act, involving myself, both of my parents, a ferret and three rabbits. A few moments later, as I lower Lena to the mattress and begin to hump my almost rigid prick against the outside of Lena's delightfully moist pussy, Katy starts to get really nasty and Lena and I exchange looks of barely suppressed mirth. Katy continues to discuss our pedigree and any offspring that we might have for another five minutes, then as she realises that she has begun to repeat herself, she gives vent to one last burst of blistering invective and stomps out of the room. Lena and I giggle at each other softly and she pushes me over onto my back. She follows, rolling on top of me and rising to a sitting position astride my hips with the tip of my cock peeking obscenely between her labia. She pull my hands up to where her nipples crown the warm, resilient flesh of her beautiful breasts. As she begins to rock back and forth along the rigid length of my shaft, I gently fondle the firm, rubbery flesh of her extended nipples. Her breathing begins to quicken and I increase the pressure of my fingertips on her nipples, lightly pinching and pulling on the pliable little nubbins. A moment later Katy returns to the room with the Jack Daniels, a triumphant smirk on her lips. Looking about the room, I spy the hairbrush sitting where I'd left it on the arm of the couch and letting go of Lena's starboard tit, I point it out to Katy. She follows my finger and moves to pick it up. Still grinning, she holds it in one hand and begins to lightly pat her backside with the back of the brush as she slowly lifts the open bottle towards her lips. I shake my head and she stops, looking at my hand as I point to the hairbrush and make a twisting gesture. She slowly turns the bristles of the hairbrush towards her flesh and I nod. Eyes wide, she very carefully sets the bottle and the hairbrush on the coffee table and backs away from them with her hands conspicuously clasped behind her back. I grin and nod approvingly as Lena shakes silently on top of me, sending delightful sensations coursing through my groin. Turning once more, Katy exits the room, slamming the outside door behind her. A few seconds later she returns with the kindling and ash tray and Lena and I exchange grins, as a violent clattering announces that she is relighting the stove. A few seconds later, we start as the phone rings and I hear the poker clatter to the floor in the kitchen. I push Lena from me and lunge for the phone, grabbing the receiver as Katy plunges through the door. She pulls up short and folds her arms over her nonexistent breasts, smirking as she waits for me to break the jinx. Instead, I just silently wait and a few seconds later, I hear Jane's voice, "Geoff? Is that you Geoff? Can you hear me?" "Yeah Jane, I can hear you. Somebody just jinxed us, that's all. I'm naming no names, but our house guest is frantically waiting for me to say her name." Lena looks daggers at me as I continue, "It's a good thing somebody didn't make it personal." Jane laughs quietly, as Katy burst out, "Mum, you spoiled it, I would have made him talk soon." "I heard that." chortles Jane. "How are things going?" "Fine," I reply, "the rain's stopped and the clouds are breaking up. There is one thing I forgot to mention earlier; you don't have much of an island left in the dam, The wind tore the willow right out and most of the dirt with it." "Oh well, that's no great loss, I'd sort of hoped that with all that water, the roots would grow and hold it together, but I guess they just weren't deep enough yet. How are the girls, they're not complaining about the plain fare are they?" "They're fine." I reply, "No, Liam and I managed to set up a sort of flying fox over the creek and we had steak for lunch." "Lucky you." she says enviously, "We got vegemite sandwiches and lousy tea. It's a total madhouse here. James is off with the emergency workers helping clean up and weather proof peoples houses. Us wives are supposed to be cooking, but there's bugger all foods as both big supermarkets are great piles of rubble and all of the smaller places have just about been cleaned out. "They've got a train coming up from Bundaberg, but with all of the trees down over the line, they're having to go damned slowly. At least somebody here's managed to rig some sort of cow catcher arrangement on a shunter and the can just push most of it off the line. Lucky for us too, we'd done our shopping yesterday, so at least we'll have groceries when we get home." "Won't they confiscate them?" I ask curiously. "Not if they don't know they're there and I'm certainly not going to tell them." she tells me, "Besides, what we have wouldn't go very far shared out between over five hundred people." "Good point. When do you think you'll be able to make it back here?" "James reckons the creeks should be down enough to let us through by early tomorrow afternoon, though how long it takes us once we're off the highway depends on how many trees we have to move. Luckily with all those things that have been going AWOL, we keep the chainsaw in the car, so at least that's all right. Liam and the Sheads are going to start working from your end tomorrow morning, so with a bit of luck we'll be home sometime between three and five o'clock tomorrow." "That's great." I say. Then turning towards Katy, I add, "I'll be glad get rid of your daughter." "Ill get you for that!" Katy threatens. "She hasn't been any trouble has she?" Jane ask, her tone promising mayhem for Katy if she has. "Well," I draw the word out, "Let's see," I continue, fending her off as she lunges for the phone, "she's been an absolute..." "It's not true, I haven't done anything" Katy yells, trying to wrench the receiver from my grasp. "delight." I finish, "Except for the kick she just aimed at me." "Well, you have my full permission to administer chastisement as necessary." Jane tells me. "I don't think that'll be necessary." I reply, "She look pretty funny hopping around on one foot. Maybe this will teach her to wear her knickers." "Geoff!" Katy screams, covering her splayed pussy lips with her hands as Lena looks on in shock, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly. Jane guffaws loudly, "Not that one," she informs me, "her sister's just the same, they've both got an exhibitionistic streak a mile wide. If it bothers you too much blister her backside, otherwise ignore her, she likes an audience and without that she usually gives up in disgust. "Come to think of it, I seem to remember, way back in the dim dark ages of my youth, that there were times Dad and I'd go on walkabout with the local tribe of aboriginals near our station and I'd come back, almost as black as them wearing nothing more than the smile on my face. The third time we did it, Mum took my clothes before we left, so I wouldn't give them away. So maybe it's in the blood. I'd probably still do it today, but who'd look?" Wisely, I ignore her question and ask, "How'd your parents deal with the missionaries? I would have thought they'd be right down on white children mixing with the so called 'lesser breeds' especially naked." Oops wrong button. "We didn't deal with them at all." she says bleakly, "Not after they took me for one of the aboriginal children and tried to kidnap me." "They'd come to our property to buy some cattle for their mission station, and while they were there they visited the camp to do a bit of preaching. Then, instead of going back that night, they drove until they were out of sight of the house and took the truck a place about a mile from the camp and waited till the men went off hunting the next morning. "They then grabbed about thirty off us kids who were at the swimming hole and marched us at gunpoint to the truck and forced us inside. I tried to tell them who I was, but they just thought I was one of the station owner's bastard half-caste children and laughed at me." "Look," she says, "You just touched a bit of a sore tooth with, me. There's a queue's starting to build up outside the booth. I'll tell you the rest of this story when I get back. Actually I think Jimmy might need to hear it too. He made a few comments, I didn't like about the aboriginal family in the next stall last night." "O.K. We'll see you for afternoon tea tomorrow." I say. "You want to say anything to Gipsy Rose Lee here?" "Yeah put her on." "Katy," I say holding out the receiver, "Your mother wants to speak to you." "Let go my foot." she yelps, still bouncing around. "Yeah Mum." "Yeah, I should have known better. Next time I'll wait until he's not looking." "I'm joking Mum." "Yeah, HE would too." "I love you too Mum. Bye." Katy hands the receiver back and motions for me to hang it up. "Now let my foot go you bastard, my leg's getting tired." "What?" I cup my hand to my ear. "I can't hear you." "I said let my foot go, please." she snarls. "Of course Katy." I reply sweetly and give the foot a little jerk, that sends her tumbling into my arms. "What do you think Lena? How many nasty things did she say about us while we were jinxed?" "I think you're a bastard too." she replies amiably, finally permitted to speak by the rules of the game. "I think she must have said at least a hundred. And I though you said we had to be careful, why did you say Katy had no clothes on." I didn't," I say, "I said she had no knickers, a practice that I already knew her parents were aware of. Look over there in that cupboard, you'll find a photo album. Go and get it and bring it here. Besides," I add, "If I was fucking Katy, would I risk saying something like that?" "That makes sense," Lena says thoughtfully, "I think." "Why can't I have parents who just show off pictures of my bum when I was a baby and be done with it?" Katy laments, struggling to escape my grasp. "You love it." I say tickling her. "If you could, you'd walk down Bourke Street stark naked." "Would not!" she protest through her giggles. I continue to assault her ribs and a moment later, she gives in,. "O.K., O.K. I would." I let up, and she squirms around to look up at me, "Actually," she says, "I'd wear a short skirt and bend over a lot. I wouldn't get arrested that way." "What do you want to show me?" Lena asks holding out the album, "And why did you want to know how many nasty things she said?" "So we could calculate how many times we should spank her." I say, "Here sit on this." I pin Katy to the mattress and wait for Lena to take up station astride her chest. I take the album and flip through it until I find Katy's little show. Showing Lena, I say. "James showed these to me the other night, after Katy came into the lounge and flashed her pussy at me after her shower." "And ten minutes later I sat in his lap and rubbed up against his dick and came, right in front of Mum and Dad." Katy boasts. "You didn't?" Lena gasps. "Uh huh," Katy replies giggling. "It was fun. I didn't really mean too, but I was pretty horny already and it felt so naughty that it happened before I could stop it." "How come they didn't notice?" Lena asks. "Because Dad and Geoff had tickled me until I nearly wet myself," she replies, "so it just looked like I was trying to get my breath back." "How many time are we going to spank her Geoff?" Lena asks me. "How about one for every bad thing she said?" I ask as Katy explodes into motion, trying to dislodge Lena from her chest. "Oooh, fifty each!" Lena exclaims delightedly, pinning Katy's hands and moving down to sit on her stomach, dangling her tits just out of reach of Katy's snapping teeth. "Oh goody!" Katy says happily, "I should get at least three cums that way." "Lena winks at me and says, "Help me turn her over, I'll sit on her shoulders and you can sit on her feet and we'll take turns." Katy is very cooperative, helping us get her positioned with a pillow under her belly, the corner pulled up between her legs. Then once Katy is properly pinned, Lena makes a long arm and retrieves the hairbrush. "This'll fix her." Lena says slipping the brush under the pillow, bristles up and pulls the pillow away. Katy lowers her hips and immediately jerks them upwards as she discovers what lies directly below her plump mons and clit. "Yeow!" Katy protests vociferously, stopping her struggles, almost before they begin as Lena places both hands on her bum and pushes. "I like the way you think." I tell Lena laughing. "Torquemada would have been proud." "Why thankyou, I try to do my best." Lena replies modestly, "Who's Torquemada?" "A torturer who was very good at his job." I reply. "You know, I think I like this method." I say reflectively, "All we have to do is sit here and wait for her to punish herself and our arms won't get tired. How about you Katy, are you getting tired holding your bum up like that?" Katy begins discussing our ancestry at great lengths and Lena and I grin at each other over her trembling backside. Winking at Lena, I gently slide the hairbrush from beneath Katy and say, "O.K. Katy here it comes, I can't be bothered waiting any longer. I watch the muscles of her buttocks and thighs tighten and the invective becomes even more creative and improbable. Lifting my arm, I deliver a medium soft slap to Katy's taught buttock, nodding to Lena, as I raise my arm. Her hand falls on the other cheek and we quickly get into the rhythm. About blow number twenty Katy's thing muscles cramp and her middle drops to the bed and immediately bounces back. A moment later Katy finishes her tirade with a simple, "You bastards." Lena looks at me and we burst in to uncontrollable laughter, falling on each other's shoulders and rolling aside. Katy promptly scrambles away, then darts back in to retrieve the hairbrush before retreating to the far side of the mattress. When Lena and I finally recover, we roll over to look at Katy and find her pumping the handle of the hairbrush in her pussy as she flips though the copy of Private. Looking over at us she declares, "I don't need you." "O.K." I say easily, "Come on Lena, let's get this fire going." I rise and help Lena to her feet. Katy gives us an outraged expression as we dismiss her. Ignoring it, I pull Lena against my side and collect the bottle of Jack Daniels on our way to the kitchen. While I finish laying the fire and set a match to it, Lena pours the remainder of the bourbon into glasses, giving me about twice as much as herself, making up the difference with water. She then cuddles up to me, as we listen to the cheery crackle of the kindling taking fire, slowly sipping our drinks. Once I am sure the fire has caught, I close the firebox door and check all the dampers. "Want to work on the jigsaw?" Lena asks. "Why not," I reply, "I don't think we're going to get much fun out of Katy for a while." "I heard that!" Katy cries from the door. We turn to see Katy standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as she licks the handle of the hairbrush like a lollipop. "Hello Katy." I say, "Isn't it going to be uncomfortable cuddling up to your new boyfriend tonight?" I duck as her new 'boyfriend' sails past my ear and clatters off the wall. "Does this mean you just gave him the flick?" I ask reasonably. "Oh I give up." she throws her hands in the air in exasperation and grins. "Truce?" "Truce." I confirm. "Let's get going on this jigsaw." She joins us at the table, standing so close to me that her hip brushes my leg. Almost immediately, she pounces on a piece with a triumphant cry and drops it into position, pounding it down with the side of her fist. After that it becomes a friendly competition, with much giggling and hip bumping as we vie to see who can get the most pieces into place. Early in the piece we remain fairly even, but as the chalet and garden begins to take shape Katy begins to pull ahead. Showing an uncanny knack for seeing if a piece in her hand will join to what is already in place, she picks up a piece glances at it, looks at the partially completed puzzle then either discards it, or pounds it into place. "Let's give her the sky." Lena says as Katy continues to accelerate. Before I can reply, Katy cheerfully agrees and picks up the bowl we had used to keep the pieces of sky in and moves around to the other side of the table. At first she is slow, but she continues to place pieces using the same method, rather than taking each piece and testing it all around the edges as I would. Seeing this, Lena and I exchange looks and quickly get back to work. Without Katy the bottom section of the puzzle takes shape more slowly, and we concentrate mightily to keep up with the thumping of Katy's fist. A little later she slows down and I look up to see she is now filling in pieces methodically, row by row. Feeling my eyes on her, she looks up with a shit eating grin then goes back to her pounding. "I think we're in trouble Lena." I say. She looks up to what Katy is doing and is met by that same infuriating grin. "You could be right," she responds. "but I'm not giving up without a fight." Having said this the returns to the fray with renewed vigour. I join in and we to our best to ignore the regular thumping of Katy's fist. Some little time later I'm surprised to see that we are actually holding our own if not gaining a little. As the holes in our section of the puzzle continue to shrink it, we close the gap with Katy. To her credit, she continues with her self imposed handicap and we are running neck and neck as the last few pieces drop into place. Finally though, Katy finishes the sky first and sits back to wait for us to finish. A minute or so later we place the last piece left in the box, discovering that two pieces are missing. Then with that bloody grin still on her face, Katy retrieves them from under her empty bowl and simultaneously pounds them into place with both fists. "Don't mess with the best." she skites, taking a step backwards. Then emitting a screech fit to wake the dead, she windmills her arms and goes over backwards to land with a heavy thump on her arse, at the same time the hairbrush shoots from under the table, coming to a stop wedged under the front of the fridge. "I see pride doth goeth before the fall." I observe to Lena as Katy rises rubbing her poor abused backside as she hobbles around the table. "Hey!" she says, "Nobody's checked the fire." She opens the firebox to reveal only a few glowing coals. She quickly scrapes them together and adds a some smallish pieces of wood from the box beside the fire. Fortunately enough heat remains for the chimney to draw and a few minutes later the fire is crackling merrily. Katy then adds a couple of larger pieces and closes the dampers. "O.K. what do you two want to eat?" I ask. "Pancakes again?" Katy asks hopefully. "Forget it. We've got enough cleaning to do without that." "Like what?" she ask. "Like those 'root rags' Lena stuffed in your parents wardrobe." "How do you do the laundry without power?" "We stir it with a big stick in the washing machine." Katy replies, adding with a grin, "Jimmy has to do it too and doesn't he hate it." "Not this time he doesn't." I say, "The idea is to clean up the 'fucking' smell BEFORE people get home." "Good point." she says, then grins, "I'll make dinner." I look at Lena and say, "We'd better get some clothes on then." Leaving Katy to her pots and pans, we move into the lounge. Lena selects a clean pair of jocks and a tracksuit of Jimmy's while I get a pair of jeans and a windcheater from the clothes my mother had packed for me. We then move about the house collecting all of the towels that have participated in our lovemaking. The jocks that Lena had been wearing earlier in the day get added to the pile and after a quick sniff, Katy's skirt. By some quirk of fate, my towel had been spared, so I lay it to one side for us to use that night. The next day that last piece of evidence would go home with me and the sheets could be left to soak. The washing machine under the house is one of those old cylindrical things with a mangle; while it fills, Lena and I move out into the middle of what is left of the lawn, the cool mud squeezing up between out toes in a delightful way. Arm in arm we turn to the west and look towards the setting sun. The shredded remains of the storm make for an absolutely spectacular sunset, brilliant pinks, oranges and reds abound, extending over nearly three quarters of the sky. As the colours begin to retreat from the east, I remember the running water and we hurry back to the house, where washing machine now stands in a growing puddle of water. Draining off the excess, we begin washing, stirring with a plastic paddle liberated from a child's inflatable boat. We find that we have to trade off stirring every couple of minutes, but twenty minutes later we have finished both loads and are putting the last of the wet towels through the wringer. We use the water draining from the washing machine to rinse the mud from our feet and take our damp load up to the verandah where we hang it on the lines hanging from the rafters. Inside the odour that greets us surprises me considerably, being one that I would not expect this far out in the boonies. A quick peek in the oven confirms the diagnosis, pizza, a little light on the cheese but pizza all the same. We find Katy in the lounge, sitting in front of the TV watching Charles in Charge. "Where'd you learn to make pizza?" I ask. Instead of answering, she waves for us to be silent, her eyes never leaving the screen in front of her. Lena and I settle back on the couch with our arms about each other. A few minutes later an ad comes on and Katy turns towards us. "God he's cute. What did you say?" "Where'd you learn to make pizza? And why is the TV on, I though we were saving the battery." "Oh pooh," she says, "We've still got the other battery and the storm's over. And I learned to make pizza because we all like it and it's too far to get deliveries out here. The dough's easy to make and even you could do the rest." "Don't be cheeky." I say, "I'm not that bad a cook." "Whatever." she says absently. "Whatever yourself. Now put some clothes on, we're going to eat like civilised human beings tonight. Besides" I add, "It might just prevent a repeat of last night too, if you have to wash them instead of just your body." "After this." she says, waving at the TV, where the commercials are still running. "Now!" I order, "Or should I go and get your boyfriend?" With one eye on the telly and in very poor grace, Katy rises and dresses in a baggy pair of shorts and an oversized windcheater, easily finishing before the ads. Once the show is over, Katy and Lena go to get the pizza, pushing me back into the couch when I rise to help. "You've got to save your strength, you're going to need it." Lena tells me with a grin. As I settle back to watch A Country Practice, I hear the clatter of wood being added to the stove and the dampers being shut back down. A couple of minutes later the girls return with the pizza still on it's tray and a wooden chopping block to protect the coffee table. About halfway through the pizza, we jump as we hear the noise of boots on the stairs. Katy looks at me and asks, "How'd you know?" "I didn't." I reply, "But I guess a part of me knew my mother'd get someone over here if it were in any way possible." A second later, we hear my uncle call my name. "In the lounge." I call back. (As if we'd be anywhere else.) We hear the thud of his boots hitting the timber deck outside and a few seconds later he comes in, a large torch in his hand. "Howdy folks." he says. "Well I see your mother's got her knickers in a twist over absolutely nothing at all. You're snug as bugs in a rug." "Don't you start." I say, "Did she tell you about our row on the phone?" "More or less," he replies, "and good for you, why didn't you do it earlier?" Because I can't see her chin quivering over the phone." I answer. "From your first comment, I assume she's the reason you're here?" "Give the man a cigar." he laughs, "Of course it was her, who else would it be?" "Want a cuppa?" I ask, "The kettle should be boiling, or would you like some cough mixture?" "A cuppa sounds great," he says, "No, you keep eating, I know where everything is. What do you girls want?" "Tea please." says Katy. "Cocoa please Liam." Lena replies. By the time he returns with our drinks, we have finished the pizza and are leaning back in the couch, Katy occupying her usual position plastered to my side, much to Lena's disgust. He raises his eyebrows a little, when he sees Katy, and I give him my best helpless look. Grinning, he hands us our drinks and takes a seat in James' chair. "So how have you been keeping yourself amused?" he asks. We all begin to speak at once. "Playing monopoly." "Having mud fights." Lena contributes. "Doing jigsaws," Katy says, "I won." "How do you win at jigsaws?" he asks her. "by getting more pieces than them." she replies in a tone that questions his intelligence, "And they made me do the sky too." "Katy don't be rude." I chide her, "We had to." I say to my uncle, "She was beating the pants off us doing the other bits. She's good, damned good." "Well I've got something that might cut her down to size." "How big is it?" Katy asks, her attention piqued. "Oh only a thousand pieces." he replies, with a studied air of innocence. "That's baby stuff." she replies dismissively. "We'll see." he says, "I thought about sending it over before but I thought it might be beyond you. I took one look at the box when I got it and decided I didn't want to have anything to do with it and I like jigsaws." "Where'd you get it?" Katy asks. "Oh my half-brother sent it over from America, he knows I like them and he decided I need a bit of a challenge." "Well what makes it so special?" Katy asks, her interest thoroughly aroused. I stopped doing jigsaws because they're too easy." "Well I think this one might show you down a bit." he replies, "It's a picture of nothing but a big pile of candy canes. You know? Those ones you hang on the Christmas tree." "Don't bet on it." I tell him, "She did that sky row by row and she doesn't test where the pieces go, she just puts them in." "We shall see. So what's the damage, so I can tell your mother, you're not ankle deep in water, and shivering in the wind. I've already seen the caravan, what else got broken." "Just a couple of panes of glass in there." I say, waving towards the bedroom. "I patched them with waxed cardboard. Oh and the thunder box didn't survive the experience." "What about Dorothy?" Lena chips in. "Dorothy?" "A muddie that arrived complete with crab pot." I answer. "Why Dorothy?" he asks, then answers his own question with a groan, "Because she landed in Oz." "And I wanted to give her ruby nippers." Katy says, reflexively ducking and puling me in front of her. I haul her out from behind me and offer her up to my uncle, "She's yours for a dollar." "YOU pay ME and I'll consider it." he returns. "I'll get you both for that." she declares heatedly. Wriggling from my grasp, she stomps across the mattress and parks herself with her nose about two feet from the TV. At almost exactly the same time the battery gives out and the picture begins to do interesting things. Muttering below her breath she switches it of with a violent twist and snatches up the cards. Her back turned eloquently towards us as, she starts playing solitaire, slapping the cards down with vigour. "I don't think I want to know what she's saying." Uncle Liam observes. "I don't know, the bit about the rabbits and the ferret sounds interesting." I reply grinning. His eyebrows shoot up and he eyes her with something akin to respect, "Hmn, I think we might need to install a swear box over at the cattle yards, that sounds like something Macka might have said." Katy rises and stands grinning in front of him, "He did, he also ..." "I know what he says," Liam hastily chops her off, "There's no need to repeat him." "Why not? He's much more fun than the rest of the men, they just say the 'F' word a lot. Poppa's O.K. though I guess, at least he says it in Greek." "Because I'd hate to think you actually understood what he says." Liam replies. "O.K., I don't understand it." she grins, causing him to groan and cover his eyes. "Give in Uncle Liam." I tell him, "The only way to beat her is with a stick." "A big one." he adds, earning a rude display of her tongue. "Be good, "I tell her, "or I'll get the photo album." "Wouldn't work, he's seen it." "I'd advise you to take your own advice." Liam grins at me. "O.K." I say, "Katy one, mere males nil." "That's better." she says and plops herself down in my uncle's lap, wriggling her little behind to get herself comfortable. A few moments later he lifts her forwards a few inches and she gives me and Lena a wicked smile and a wink. Lena gives Liam a few moments to compose himself, then asks, "How are my brothers and Mum and Dad?" "Wet, very wet and they're sleeping in your bedroom, as it's about the only bit with any roof left." he replies. "And we've got your brothers over at my place." "What about me?" she asks. "You'll probably be staying over here with Katy for a while." He tells her. "Oh good!" She yelps. "I thought you'd like the idea." says with a teasing smile, "I think I'll tell Jane and James to lock Jimmy in their room at night." Lena blushes at this and commences a minute examination of her fingers clasped in her lap. Liam and I exchange laughs and Katy does a perfect impression of girlish disinterest, as she bounces back in his lap and asks, "Where's Geoff going to sleep?" "Oh, he'll get his own bed back," Liam replies, "Lena's brothers are going to move into a tent tomorrow." his voice catches as Katy wriggles her bottom again and once more he carefully repositions her. "Oh, what's that?" she asks with perfect girlish innocence, grabbing his cock through his pants. He reacts by violently shoving her from his lap to land with a thump and a yell on the floor. Immediately apologising, "I'm sorry Katy, but you shouldn't touch men there." "Oh was that your penis?" she asks with perfect innocence, "Why was it hard?" Lena and I collapse laughing and he turns a half panicked look on us as Katy hides a wicked grin from him. "Why don't you tell her Uncle Liam?" I ask, once I recover enough to speak. "Because it's not my place." he says, "That's something her parents should tell her." "O.K. I'll ask them." she says, her look of innocence back. "No!" he yells, his panic now almost full blown. "Please don't tell them Katy. It happened, because you kept on wriggling on top of it." "Why?" "Oh god." he hides his face in his hands. A few seconds later he lifts his head and with a crimson face, he says, "Katy, sometimes a man's penis gets stiff and hard when something soft like your bottom rubs against it." "What does it get hard for?" she asks curiously. Spluttering, he says, "You don't need to know that yet, your parents will tell you when you're old enough or you'll learn it at school. Now can we just drop the subject and not say anything to your parents, they might get mad." He looks over towards Lena and I, asking with a note of pleading in his voice, "You two will keep quiet too, after all it was an accident, a reflex, right?" "If it was an accident, why would Mum and Dad get mad?" Katy asks. "Because parents can be funny about things like that." I answer for him, "You'll understand when you're older." Turning to Liam, I say, "Yeah we'll keep quite, I don't see why you should get into trouble for something that Katy did." "Is it like bad touching?" Katy asks, determined to squeeze the maximum amount of embarrassment out of her victim. "Yes Katy." he replies with a sigh. "That's silly!" she exclaims, "You didn't touch me, I touched you." "And that's why we won't say any more about it, right?" I say firmly. "Oh O.K." she replies as if it is of no importance. "Can I sit back in your lap now? I won't touch your penis." "I don't think that's a very good idea Katy." he says hurriedly, "Besides, I'd better get going and tell Geoff's mother he really is still alive. I'll be over first thing in the morning with the chainsaw, so we can start clearing the drive and the road." "Geoff can I see you outside for a minute?" he asks, rising from his chair. "Sure." I reply. "Will you give me a kiss goodbye?" Katy asks looking up at him. "I..." "Please?" she pleads cutting him off. "O.K. get it over with." he replies resignedly. With a squeal of delight she leaps upwards, wrapping her arms around his neck and forcing him to catch her under her bottom. He immediately lowers his grip to her bare thighs, and I see him twitch as he touches her warm skin. He tries to present his cheek for her kiss, but she will have none of that and loosens her grip to grasp his ear with one hand and pull his head around so she can reach his lips. She then delivers a perfectly chaste kiss and unlocks her legs from around his waist and slides down his body. Unprepared my uncle doesn't release his grip soon enough and her legs slide through his hands. They catch in the loose material of her shorts and he finds himself clutching her bare knickerless bottom. Once more that hunted look appears in his eyes and he struggles to untangle himself. Unfortunately her shorts are nearly as old as she is and when his watch band catches in the cloth, it gives way with a tortured shriek. For a moment it looks like the waistband might hold, but gives way with a pop and she finishes her short trip to the floor, a moment later the remains of her shorts drop to pool about one ankle. Poor Liam, his hands still clasp Katy, but now he is holding her with his fingers in her armpits, his thumbs pressing against her nipples. A moment later she seems to realise her predicament and collapses bonelessly to the floor, Leaving Liam holding her windcheater in his hands. Again Lena and I loose it, sliding from the couch to the floor and collapsing on each other. Out of the corner of my eye I see him look down to where she lies on her side with her knees drawn up to her chest and he face hidden from his gaze. Between her legs her suspiciously moist labia pout beautifully. Gulping he drops the windcheater on top of her naked body and turns away. "Come on Geoff." he almost yells, grabbing my arm and jerking me out from underneath an hysterically giggling Lena. "Let's make ourselves scarce before anything else happens. He all but drags me out onto the verandah, then up to the end furthest from the lounge room window, by the bathroom curtain. "You won't say anything about that will you?" he asks as Katy's giggles join Lena's and follow us outside. "What, that you ripped Katy's pants off, then stripped her totally naked in front of me and an impressionable thirteen year old girl?" I ask, still struggling for breath, "What's in it for me?" "Oh God." he sinks to the floor with is back against the wall and his head in his hands. "You KNOW that was an accident." he says lifting his eyes pleadingly towards me, "What do you want?" "Absolutely Nothing." I reply after letting him stew for a few seconds. "Blackmail isn't my thing. As for Katy and Lena, I'll make them understand how much unnecessary trouble they could cause if they opened their mouths." "Thanks." he replies with evident relief. "Actually, I don't think you have much to worry about." I say, "It WAS an accident and Jane and James are more likely to laugh themselves silly, than come after you with a shotgun." "You're probably right, but let's not take the risk." he says. "Why oh why won't that girl wear knickers?" "She does," I reply, "but only if she intends to go swimming in them." "I know, if anything that makes it even worse." he says, revealing more than he probably intended to say about his feelings for young girls. He looks up at me, "Geoff could you get my torch for me? I don't think I could face them right now." The giggling has died down by now and I go to the door and for my uncle's benefit, I yell, "Are you decent in there?" "No!" Katy shrieks convincingly. "Well Lena," I call, "would you bring me my uncle's torch." She appears in the doorway a moment later, flicking it on and off. The beam catches Liam still huddling in the corner and he flinches as if the light were a physical blow. She keeps the light on him, staring as he seems to shrink further and further into himself. Finally, I snatch the torch from her and switch it off, indicating with a wave of my hand that she should disappear. I return to my uncle with the torch and hold it out to him. For a few moments he stares at it as if he doesn't recognise it, then reaches out with a trembling hand to take it. A minute or so later he struggles to his feet and heads for the stairs. "Hey, don't forget your boots." I call after him. "Thanks." he says flicking his torch on and casting about with it. The bobbing ellipse of light passes over them three times before their presence actually registers on his mind. Like a zombie he collects them and pulls them on. Mumbling, "Goodbye." he stumbles down the stairs and staggers out into the silvery light of the three quarters full moon. I consider following him, but decide he might become even more upset if I do. Instead I settle for watching the bobbing light as he makes his way down to the dam. When he is just about there, two warm bodies worm their way under my arms and snuggle up beside me, one of them dressed in nothing but her oversized windcheater, as I discover when I slide my hand underneath. The light continues, to weave it's way away from us, washing out the sparkling reflections of the moon at the foot of the dam as he crosses. A few moments later it starts to wink in and out of sight as he moves into the trees. A minute later it disappears all together. We stand there watching for a while longer and I'm about to send Katy after a lantern when we hear the noise of an engine starting and headlights gleam faintly through the trees. Nothing more happens for several minutes, then there is a grinding of gears and the lights back away and turn from us. Chapter 10 - THE LAST NIGHT. "That was cruel." I chide Katy, as the sound of the engine disappears into the distance. "I know," she replies cheerfully, "but I found out what I wanted to know." "And what might that be?" "Who's going to fuck me after you go home." she answers, "The second time I sat on his cock it was already as stiff as a board. It must have been hard the whole time I was sitting in his lap. I think he likes little girls." "Yes, but what you don't know is just how scared he is right now, because of your shorts." I say, "You saw him didn't you Lena?" "Uh huh. he looked terrible." she confirm. "Well I'm sorry about that, that bit really was an accident." Katy says soberly. "I know," I tell her, "and that's the only reason you aren't bent over my knee right now feeling the back of the hairbrush." "Is he going to be all right?" Katy asks. "He should be, so long as you don't tease him and never breath a word of what happened to anybody." "Oh I won't." she replies. "Well come on, Let's get back inside." I say, leading the way. Back inside, Lena and I take seats on the couch and Katy sits before us, briefly flashing her pussy as she draws her knees up inside her windcheater and pulls her arms inside too. "Why was he so scared?" she asks looking up at me. "Because he DOES like little girls," I reply, "and he's shit scared that other people will find out." "Really!" she squeals excitedly, "How do you know?" "Because you scare him when you don't wear any knickers and scare him even more when you do wear them." I tell her. "Why?" she asks confused. "Because when you wear a skirt, he knows you hardly ever wear knickers underneath, so he thinks about what's underneath. And when you do wear knickers, they are usually soaking wet so he can ALMOST see what's underneath. A nearly naked girl or woman can excite a man even more than when she is completely naked, especially if he keeps getting hints of what is hidden." "Think about it this way. Say there are a lot of women at the beach without any tops on. What do the men do?" "They look, but they don't really take much notice." she answers, "Except for the teenage boys of course." "Fair enough. Now what happens if the women put on T-shirts and soak them with water." "Oh I get it. All of the men stare." she squeals, her eyes widening in comprehension. "So because he can almost see my pussy, he gets even more excited than if I took them off and waved my pussy in his face." "No not quite," I correct her, "if you wave your pussy at him, you're saying 'Hey look at this.' and forcing him to take notice, but if someone just runs around in the nude, well you get used to it and stop noticing it after a while." "Uncle Liam's problem is even worse though, he likes to look at naked or nearly naked little girls and he feels guilty, because he knows everyone thinks it's wrong. And because he feels it's wrong, he's always going to notice." "How am I going to get him to fuck me then?" she asks. "I don't suppose there's any point in telling you not to try?" I say. "Nope." she replies blithely. "I thought as much." I sigh, "Well I can guarantee that you'll never get anywhere with him if there's anybody else around and after tonight you are going to have a lot of trouble even if you are alone with him." I tell her. "There's one thing I want you to promise me too: If you do manage to seduce him, and he ever hurts you, I want you to tell somebody you can trust about it, even if you have to tell them about me too." "I will, I'll be very careful." she promises seriously. "Now I've just got to think how to do it. In the meantime though," she says rolling onto her back and pulling her glistening pussy lips apart with equally wet fingers, "YOU can fuck me." "No!" Lena objects strenuously clutching my arm and holding on tight. "Liam's coming early tomorrow, this is the last time we're going to be able to do it and I want him to fuck me properly one last time." She looks up into my face, "So long as you promises not to cum in me, then you can do it in Katy." "Now that could be fun." I say smiling and hug Lena tight, "I can fuck you silly and dump my load in my very own, personal sperm receptacle." "That's me," Katy giggles, wriggling out of her windcheater, "a sperm bank." She springs to her feet, grabs my free hand and starts tugging. "Now hurry up and fuck her so you can make a deposit." Giggling, Lena jumps up and between the two of them they haul me to my feet Two pair of eager little hands strip my windcheater off, then begin fumbling at the stud on my jeans. They giggle as their fingers become entangled in each other, but neither of them is prepared to give way to the other. Finally, Lena solves the problem by grabbing the waistband tightly in one hand and giving Katy a shove towards the mattress with the other. Katy's arms windmill as she tries to regain her balance and she almost manages it when her heel hits the edge of the mattress and she goes over backwards with a squeal. Then taking advantage of the momentum, she brings her legs up and over her head. Threading her arms between them, she curls herself even tighter and pokes her tongue out at us. The after a few moments of impudent tongue waggling, she starts lashing at her gleaming clitoris, teasing it out of it's hood until it stands rigidly to attention between her swollen labia. For the moment, Lena has forgotten me and stands staring at Katy's lewd display, the tips of her fingers tucked into the top of my jeans. Katy's incredible show gets to me too, and there is a stirring in my jeans as the blood rushes to my cock. A few moment's later it has hardened enough for the tip to brush against Lena's fingertips and she remembers what she was doing. Her eyes remain riveted to Katy's flickering tongue as she fumbles the snap open with an unnaturally loud pop. A moment later her fingers freeze on my fly, as Katy's spine crackles and lips meet lips, completely engulfing her clitoris. Katy suckles for a few moments, then lifts her head and crows, "I did it, I can suck myself off." Unable to reply, we continue to stare and Katy returns to practicing her newfound skill. Then with a grunt and more pops she pulls herself even tighter and drags her tongue from her clit to her weeping vagina and thrusts her tongue deep inside her body, slurping hungrily at the sweet juices that flow so freely. I watch Katy's incredibly erotic display of youthful flexibility for a few seconds more then say tot Lena in a conversational tone, "You know, If she keeps that up she's going to disappear up her own bum." Exactly as I'd intended, Katy hears me and she starts giggling into her pussy as Lena collapses in a boneless heap at my feet, dragging my jeans down with her. As Katy's giggles become louder and more uncontrolled, her legs slip from her grasp and she uncoils explosively. "Don't do that!" she berates me, once she has recovered enough breath to do so. "Do what?" I ask innocently. "Talk while I've got my mouth full." she replies and I join Lena on the floor. When I recover enough to lift my head, I look up to see Katy standing over me, slowly diddling her clit. As I watch an iridescent droplet of her sweet fluids detaches itself from her tightly closed labia and falls to hit my cheek. Giggling, she continues to play with her tumescent clitoris, using her free hand to part her labia. Immediately, more of her juices begin to seep from the tiny hole between her legs, gathering in twin pearly globules that on glisten in the dim yellow light of the hurricane lantern set on the coffee table. I open my mouth and extend my tongue and a moment later the first sweet pearl falls, landing in the corner of my mouth. I gather it up with my tongue, moaning in delight at the exquisite, honeyed flavour of her sexual secretions. I manage to get my tongue directly under the second globule of her delightful emissions. As I savour the ambrosial taste, more gleaming droplets begin to fall. I catch a few more on my tongue, then Katy giggles wickedly and waggles her hips back and forth, shaking a veritable cascade of her oh so sweet juices free. The sweet oily discharge coats my face from brow to chin, blurring my sight as some of it fills my eyes. I squeeze my eyelids shut and when I open them a moment later, I flinch at the sight of Lena's rapidly approaching face. She proceeds to lick my face clean of Katy's sweet juices. A moment later I see movement out of the corners of my eyes as Katy lowers herself to rub her pussy against the back of Lena's head. Lena's busy little tongue eagerly explores my face, lapping at my brow then flickering with feather light touches over my eyelids as she gathers up Katy's sweet nectar. She swirls her tongue wetly over my cheeks and teasingly flicks at the corners of my mouth. Giggling, she moves down to my chin when I open my lips and attempt to capture her tongue between them. A moment later she straighten, lifting Katy, squealing, on her shoulders. "You need a shave." she informs me with a giggle as Katy steps down. "Really?" I ask mildly, then dive on her, my fingers stabbing at her ribs. "Let's get these clothes off her Katy." Shrieking with laughter, Lena struggles weakly in my grasp, and not many seconds later she is as bare as Katy and I, curled in a tight little ball, in an attempt to protect her ribs from our fingers. Gathering her in my arms I dump her on the mattress and roll her onto her back, whereupon, I begin to lightly chew and nibble on the swollen, wet labia thus revealed. As soon as my lips make contact with her saturated pussy, she makes the mistake of extending her legs on either side of my head. I take one of her swollen inner labia between my teeth and start pulling on it like a dog playing tug-o-war, scrubbing the two day growth on my cheeks against the soft sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. She squeals in outrage at this assault and tries to pull her legs clear, but Katy catches her ankles and holds her legs in place. Releasing her engorged pussy lip, I press my face in close and noisily munch away at her soaking wet gash, sometimes covering her entire pussy with my mouth as I plunge my tongue deep into her body and at other times, sucking hard on the distended, flushed flesh of her labia. Moaning, she humps her pussy up at me and I press my lips against the slick skin surrounding her swollen clit. Then taking a deep breath through my nose, I blow hard, making a wet farting noise that vibrates her clitoris with incredible force. Howling, she rolls her hips forwards, causing my lips to slip lower and cover her vaginal entrance. A moment her legs clamp on my ears with bruising forces as she ejaculates directly into my mouth. Sucking hungrily, I nurse on her convulsing vulva, collecting her sweet, ambrosial spend in my mouth and eagerly drinking it down. A few moments later her legs relax and I extricate myself from their grasp. Sitting back on my heels, I admire my handiwork for a few moments, before noticing that a damp patch is growing beneath her still flexing buttocks. Katy notices me looking around, and guessing my wants, she grabs my towel and throws it at me. I spread the towel out over the bedspread and lift Lena's limp body onto it, arranging her with her thighs pulled up sideways, at right angles to her body. I gaze lustfully at the sweet, oozing gash that I will soon be violating, taking in the slight flush of her thighs where my incipient beard has scraped, the swollen, brick red flesh of her enormous piss flaps, protruding from between the soft, creamy swell of her outer labia. Her little pearl of delight has retreated into its hood at the top of her pussy and crowning it all is the dark, matted mass of her silk pubes. Feeling my gaze, she cranes her neck to look at me, a pleading expression suffusing her features. Teasingly, I continue to stare at her young pussy for a few moments longer before relenting and crawling up over her body. As I approach a sudden thought enters my mind and I gather the towel on either side of her hips in my hands. Transferring it to one hand, I lift her clear of the mattress and slide a pillow under her backside, making her pussy even more accessible. Then pushing her legs back out to the sides, I resume my journey, until U am hovering over her. the tip of my swollen cock lightly resting on her mound. Slowly rocking my hips back and forth, I tease her clit from hiding by sliding my engorged glans from just above the entrance to her vagina, up to the soft mat beginning to cover her pubis and back. Finally tormented beyond endurance, Lena bucks her hips up at me as I reach the lowest part of my stroke and captures the tip of my cock within the slick, tight clasp of her vagina. As soon as I feel the warm, sweet embrace of her adolescent cunt, I drive the rest of my rampant prick home with a single, swift thrust. "Fuck!" Lena screams at the sudden intrusion, "Do it again! Fuck me hard, I want to know I've been fucked!" Nothing loath, I draw back and pound into her with even greater force and grind my hips in a small circle at the bottom of my stroke, crushing her clit between us. "Yesss!" she hisses between clenched teeth, "Again. Harder." I pull back until the tip of my cock barely remains within her, waiting, enduring the exquisite caress as Lena deliberately flexes the muscles of her cunt. Finally, she can bear no more. "Fuck me!" she begs, "put it back, I want to feel your cock inside me." I wait a moment longer, until the muscles of her pussy begin to tighten, then force my way back into her, my howl of delight joining hers, as the shock of my sudden re-entry causes those muscles to spasm around my invading shaft, trapping me deep within her body. Howling incoherently, she gyrates her hips beneath me, wrenching at my trapped member, as she grinds her clit with bruising force against my pubic bone. When the muscles insheathing me finally relax, I begin thrusting my rock hard pork sword in and out of her body with deep, penetrating strokes. Each time our pelvises crash together, her beautiful, firm breasts quiver like upturned bowls of jelly, the nipples describing circles at least four inches in diameter. I feel the mattress dip beside me, and I turn my head to see Katy, lowering herself to sit, tailor fashion, beside us. Her mouth hangs open as she stares in awe at our violent coupling, her fingers dangling, forgotten, in her lap. Beneath me, Lena incoherently begs for more. Lowering my head, I trap one of her swollen nipples between my teeth and lightly bite down on it. "Harder!" she screams, arching her back and pressing her breast against my lips. Encouraged I bite down even harder and pull my head back, stretching her nipple and breast out as I continue to pound my shaft with ever increasing vigour into her body. A minute later, I release her nipple from between my teeth and she utters a piercing shriek as the blood rushes into the poor, abused nubbin of flesh ant triggers her orgasm. Grabbing my arse, she lifts her hips completely clear of the pillow and pulls me into her, holding me there as she grinds her the sensitive skin of her clitoris into my pubic mat. Around my deeply buried cock, the muscles of her vaginal sheath clench and relax in great rolling spasms that ripple from the base of my prick to the tip. The four orgasms that I've had earlier in the day, leave me feeling like a superman and the moment the tight sheath surrounding my cock relaxes enough to allow movement, I resume pounding away at Lena's sopping wet cunt. A moment later I feel warm breath on my hip and I look down to see Katy hunched over, her nose almost brushing my hip as she stares in rapt fascination at my glistening shaft entering and withdrawing from her friends body. She is so close that each time our hips meet with a wet slap, droplets of Lena's pussy juices spatter across her face. She absently licks at those that land within reach of her tongue, but her entire attention is focused on the obscene coupling only inches from her nose. Returning my attention to Lena, I lower my mouth to her other breast and take the nipple between my teeth. "Oh God no!" she moans, even as she grabs the back of my head and pulls it even harder into her tit flesh. At first I chew softly on the rock hard little nubbin between my teeth, but a few seconds later she releases my head and takes the nipple I'd attacked earlier between her fingers and squeezes hard. Taking this as a signal, I clamp down on the small pebble between my teeth and arch my neck, stretching the flesh of her young breast away from her body. I continue to tirelessly pound away at her obscenely squelching cunt, driving her closer and closer to another massive climax. When I judge her to be on the verge, I bite down a little harder for a moment then release her nipple. Almost instantly Lena does the same, and her reaction is so intense as to almost throw me from the saddle. This time her scream is silent, her orgasm catching her with no breath in her body. Her fingers clench painfully in the flesh of my buttocks, relaxing slightly with each rippling contraction of her vagina about my embedded cock, then tightening even further, until I know my arse will be black and blue for days. A few seconds later Lena's vagina stops milking on my cock and I resume fucking her. Almost insane with lust, I don't notice that Lena's body flops bonelessly beneath me and I no longer remember my promise to withdraw, all that fills my mind is the need to empty my churning balls into the slick, warm sheath surrounding my cock. I no longer worry about the possibility of Lena's pregnancy, I WANT to get her pregnant. This is what life is all about, emptying ones seed deep into the receptive body of a nubile girl to merge with her egg and start a new life. Katy notices the lack of intelligence in my lust glazed eyes and the increasing urgency of my movements. She starts pounding on my back with both fists, but I'm so deep within my crazed desire to pump my seed into Lena's unresisting body that I barely notice her. Her next move though gets my full attention, abruptly bringing me back to my senses. She wraps her small hand around my balls and squeezing with increasing force until I yelp with the pain and stop moving. "My turn," Katy informs me severely, "I'm supposed to be the one that you cum inside." "Oh shit!" I yelp, pulling free with an obscene slurp, "I nearly fucked up, didn't I?" "'Knocked up' is more like it." Katy says, "Now hurry up and fuck me." She releases my throbbing balls and goes to push Lena's still unconscious body off the towel and pillow. "Hang on a sec." I say stopping her, "How'd you like to fuck Lena, while I fuck you?" "Huh, how do I do that?" she asks. I move aside and say, "Get up on top of Lena like I was." She does so and I continue, "Now shift around until your clit rubs on hers." Katy wriggles around for a bit, then gasps as their clits make contact with each other. Craning her neck to look at me she says, "O.K., I'm doing it, but I want you in my pussy, not my bum." "Don't worry." I tell her, "I will be." I Lift Lena's legs back out to the sides and crawling up until my knees are between her legs and Katy's. Leaning forwards, I take my cock, still slick with Lena's juices, in my hand, I press it down between Katy's slim thighs, probing for the entrance to her little cunny. Once I find it, I press inwards into a sheath that feels even tighter than it was the first time I entered it. So tight in fact that I'm brought to a halt with the flare of my glans still outside her body. Katy grunts and lifts her hips a little, leaning back into me. The slight change in angle is enough to allow me ingress and my cock slips easily into her slick wet cunt, my groin coming to rest against her buttocks as the tip of my cock kisses her cervix. "Oh God that's tight." I groan, pressing down and pushing her back into contact with Lena's pussy. Another groan from beneath us, signals Lena's imminent return to consciousness. A few seconds later her eyes flicker open and she starts as she sees both Katy and I looking down at her. "Oh wow," she groans, "that was unreal." Then as she properly takes in the way Katy is sandwiched between us, she asks, "What are you doing?" "I'm fucking you." Katy grins, grinding her pussy against Lena's, "And Geoff's fucking me." As Katy talks, I slowly withdraw, marvelling at the exquisitely tight clasp of her little pre-teen pussy. Then as I push back, Katy's oversized clit drags between Lena's still swollen labia and over her ultra-sensitive clit. "Oh fuck!" she cries, "Do it again. Slowly." Now that sanity has returned, I realise that Lena's pussy is still very sensitive, so I fuck Katy very gently, taking nearly a full ten seconds to complete each stroke within the incredibly tight, wet embrace of her juvenile pussy. Lena sighs contentedly at the slow, almost frictionless, sliding of Katy's engorged clit over her mound, one of her arms sliding behind Katy's head to pull her face down for a deep, lingering kiss, the other briefly disappearing between their bodies and returning with a glistening coating of her juices. She holds her sweetly redolent hand up to me and I follow the easy tempo of my fucking, slowly dragging my tongue from her wrist to her finger tips as I lick it clean. Then as Lena begins to move her hips, pressing back against my thrusts, I give five quick jabs into Katy's pussy and plunge my head up and down, sucking on each of Lena's fingers in turn. When I return to my previous languorous pace, Lena thrusts her hand back between their bodies and offers the fingertips to me, in an obvious invitation to repeat my stabbing thrusts. Leaning past Katy, I press my lips to Lena's cheek, then fit my lips around the tip of Lena's thumb. This time, as I plunge into Katy's small body, Lena rises to meet each thrust, almost crushing Katy between us. Katy lifts her head, breaking their kiss under the impact of this double sided assault, grunting with each thrust of my cock into the incredibly tight embrace of her vaginal sheath. This time, as I slow my thrusts, Katy maintains the faster pace, sliding rapidly back and forth on my slowly withdrawing cock. As I reach the limit of my stroke, I plunge back into Katy, slamming her against Lena's rising pelvis, driving delighted squeals from both girls. Katy arches her back, pressing the back of her head against my chest, them ducks her head to take Lena's right nipple between her lips. As Lena arches her back, pressing the resilient flesh of her breast into Katy's mouth, I begin rapid, jackhammer thrusts, my belly slapping against Katy's upturned buttocks, driving her mound into Lena's and crushing their clits together. The force of my thrusts cause, Katy to loose her grip on Lena's nipple and when she recaptures it, she latches on with her teeth, eliciting a gasp from Lena. With her hugely distended clitoris trapped between their bodies and receiving almost constant stimulation, Katy approaches a climax, her breath coming in whistling grunts from her nose. A minute or so later her head snaps back and she announces her climax with a series of short grunting squeals, the tight sheath of her pussy rippling along the length of my shaft. Still highly aroused from my wild, animalistic fucking of Lena, the milking sensations of Katy's contracting cunt prove too much for me. Howling like the sex crazed animal that I had briefly become, I empty my balls in wave after wave of searing, gut wrenching pleasure. Exhausted, I half collapse on top of Katy, struggling to catch my breath. A few moments later, she pushes back against me and I manage to find enough strength in my enervated body to roll to one side, my rapidly shrinking dick pulling free with an obscene slurp. Katy reverses herself on top of Lena, presenting her sperm filled vagina for Lena's oral attention as she lowers her mouth to Lena's saturated gash. As Katy sweeps her tongue from the matted hair above Lena's slit, Lena lifts her head and plunges her tongue into her young friend's reddened pussy, withdrawing it every few seconds to lower her mouth and nip at the rapidly hardening shaft of Katy's elongated clitoris. Only seconds later, Katy's flickering tongue does it's work and Lena moans softly into Katy's tiny pussy, as a small orgasm overcomes her and she releases a small quantity of ejaculate into Katy's eagerly waiting mouth. Katy eager for another orgasm, presses herself back against Lena's face, but Lena is so exhausted that she lips Katy's pussy, almost absently, for a few seconds then stops, her eyelids drooping. Katy wriggles again, but the only response from Lena, is for her to extend her tongue and prod once at the little slit before her. Disgusted by the lack of response, Katy rolls off Lena and eyes her critically, then deciding that there is no joy to be found there, she turns towards me. One look at me tells her that I am in little better condition than Lena. "Mum always said, 'If you want something done right, do it yourself.'" she remarks to herself. Rolling onto her back, she lifts her feet over her head and reaching between her legs, she pulls her hips closer to her face. Grunting a little as her spine crackles, she pulls her pussy within reach and starts flicking her clit with her tongue. Crawling closer to Lena, I prop myself up on my elbow and lift her head into my lap. A moment later Lena rolls over, burrowing her face into my groin and I look down to see her take my sticky, little worm of a cock into her mouth and suckle on it like a baby at the tit. A straining grunt from Katy makes me look up, just in time to see a bubble of my sperm, well up from her vagina and trickle down between her plump little pussy lips and onto her waiting tongue. "Cool!" she cries and presses her lips to her pussy, her cheeks hollowing as she does her best to suck the reminder of my spend from her vagina. Then, having collected what she can, she begins broad flat licks from her clit to her twitching little, pink pucker, pausing every now and then to force her tongue into her vagina or suck briefly on her clitoris. As I gently stroke Lena's hair, the motions of Katy's head become quicker, and now each time her lips enclose her upstanding clitoris, her cheeks hollow and she hums as she pulls back. To my amazement, she maintains her grip and stretches her clit much more than anything I have dared, stretching it to nearly two inches in length before letting it slide from her grasp. Then, once she does release it, her head bobs as she finishes with a tiny nip with her teeth. With such a determined assault on her pussy, it does not take long for Katy to bring herself close to climax and now almost all of her attention is concentrated on her clit. And on two occasions, with her clitoris at maximum extension, I see her lips draw back to reveal the tip trapped between her teeth. By this time her humming has become deep throated moans of arousal and not much later her hands tighten convulsively, holding her curled into a ball as her climax rips through her. Rocking back and forth, she takes her clit between her teeth and rolls her head from side to side, squealing between her clenched teeth. Her rocking becomes more pronounced as her orgasm continues and finally passing her center of gravity, Newton takes over and she falls, landing on her side with a little squeak of surprise. Groaning, she releases her death grip and lifting her arms out of the way, she lets first her upper and then her lower leg slip free. She remains on her side for a few minutes, still curled into a ball, but this time in the more natural foetal position. Finally though, she straightens her legs and with a little sigh, she arches her back and neck slightly. Then rising to a sitting position, she rolls her head in a circle, working out the kinks with two very audible cracks. "Ouch!" she complains softly, looking down between her legs, "I think I went too far." "Which bit?" I ask her with a smile, "The part where you tried to tried to chew your clit off, or when you did your best to rip it out by the roots?" "Both," she replies with a rueful shake of her head, "but mostly the chewing I think." "Well I'd be careful if I were you." I say, "That's not somewhere you want to get calluses." "No I guess not." she giggles, adding with a nod towards Lena, "Is she getting anywhere?" "Nope." Lena answers for herself, pulling back from my still limp member, with a slurp. "But it feels good anyway, sort of soothing." "Yeah, well you were sucking on a big dummy." Katy says with a grin. "Hey, I resemble that remark." I protest. "Yeah I know." Lena says and rolls out of my reach with surprising agility. Feeling that it is best to ignore her, I look at my watch and say, "O.K. you two, let's get this brothel cleaned up, before our bath." Groaning, all three of us push ourselves to our feet and as I survey the shambles we'd made in our latest bout of sex, Katy disappearing into the kitchen. A few seconds later a rattling crash signals that she is stoking up the fire. As I start sorting through the clothes we'd scattered to the corners of the room, Lena straitens up the bed. As she picks up the towel and pillow she says, "I think I leak too much." Pulling back the pillowcase she continues, "This pillow's soaked." A moment later she shies it at me and I just manage to snag it out of the air. "Hm, I think you're right." I say, lifting it to my nose and inhaling the deep heady fragrance of the sexual juices that saturate it. "I'll just have to sleep on this problem and worry about it in the morning." "You would." she grins, wadding up the towel and pillowcase and throwing them at me. Ducking the redolent missile, I lunge at her and catch her retreating backside with the pillow. "Oomph!" she grunts, then spinning on her heels she dives past me and snatches up a pillow from the mattress. Grinning we face off, swaying from side to side, looking for an opening. The crash of the outside door distracts me and as I turn to look, Lena catches me with a solid blow to the ribs. Grunting at the impact, I return my attention to the fray, ducking as Lena swings at my head. Then taking advantage of her unexpected follow through, I take aim and catch her behind the knees knocking her down onto the mattress. Then as I approach to deliver the coup de grace, Lena thrusts her foot between mine, knocking me flat on my face. Before I can rise, she starts raining blows on my back, giggling like a maniac. Growling, I push myself to my knees and lash out with my pillow catching her solidly under her upraised arm, knocking her over sideways. Shrieking, she clutches at my pillow and with a rending sound, the corner in my hand gives way. Suddenly bereft of support, Lena finishes her short journey to the mattress, the impact forcing a cloud of feathers from the pillow. "Oops." Lena giggles guiltily, waving at the cloud settling around her head. "Well I guess you won't have to sleep on the problem after all." "Well, Well, Well, What's going on here." Katy's disapproving voice from the doorway startles us and we spin around to look at her, another puff of feathers being released as Lena lets the pillow fall beside her. "I was going to tell you the bath was ready," she says, "but I guess, I'll just have to leave you two to finish cleaning up here." As Katy heads for the bathroom, Lena and I exchange guilty glances and start to gather up the feathers that have settled to the floor and mattress, carefully stuffing them back into the torn pillow. It takes us about ten minutes to collect all but an odd few and once we are done, I take the pillow from Lena. I examine the damage, then with a careful jerk I increase the tear beyond the point of repair. "I guess I'll have to buy Jane a new pillow." I remark, carefully holding the edges of the rip together as I recover the pillowcase and stuff the pillow inside. I carefully set the pillow down beside the door and cuddle Lena to my side as we head for the bathroom, where we find Katy fully immersed in very sudsy water, her head supported by an inflatable travel pillow. With a squeal of delight, Lena wriggles from my grasp and clambers in with Katy. Fortunately, the bath is one of those huge, old cast iron things, easily six feet long and plenty wide and deep and though a little cramped there is still room for me. As I settle into the pleasantly warm water between them, Katy gathers up a double handful of suds and blows them in my face. Mock growling, I grab at her wrists, only to be thwarted by the soapy water on them and she easily slips from my grasp. Playfully, I send a little wave of water in her direction, giving her a soapy beard. In retaliation, she sweeps her arm across the surface of the water, gathering a huge pile of suds before her and with a big breath, blows them all over me and Lena. Squealing, "I didn't do anything." Lena pushes at the water sending back a much larger wave that sweeps over Katy's shoulders and the edge of the bath. After that things go rapidly downhill, with Katy and Lena sending waves crashing back and forth past me. Closing my eyes against the flying suds, I yell, "Enough!". Around me, the water settles and after shaking my head, I open my eyes. About two inches of water has left the bath and is now slowly trickling out of the drain in the middle of the floor. "It's not enough for there to be a flood outside, you two have to bring it inside too." I mock scold. Neither of the girls look one whit repentant, instead Katy calmly turns on the taps and reaches for the bubble bath, tipping a more than generous quantity into the water next to the stream from the tap. When I raise my eyebrows at the quantity, she tells me, "It's mine, I got it for Christmas. That's Mum's there." Taking up a cloth, I motion for Lena to turn her back to me and start sponging her down, slowly dragging the cloth from the nape of her neck down to her flattened buttocks. A few moments later, Katy turns off the taps and starts on my back with another cloth. Lena luxuriates under my attentions, pressing back against my caress like a cat. A few moments later she utters a sigh of sheer contentment, as I place my legs on either side of her and pull her back against me. Filling the cloth, I lift it and allow the water to trickle down over her bobbing breasts, lowering the cloth to the resilient flesh as I squeeze the last of the water out. Leaning back against my shoulder, she nuzzles into my neck, snorting as a few stray bubbles go up her nose. She squeaks a little in pain and tenses as I pass the cloth over her nipples. Lifting the cloth away, I gently cup one of her breasts and lift it for a better look. The nipple looks a little swollen but other wise undamaged, "I'm sorry," I apologise, "I think we got a little carried away before." "It's O.K.," she murmurs, inspecting her other nipple, "it was worth it. Now finish washing me." Letting her tit fall back into the water, I gently sponge her breasts clean, carefully avoiding her nipples. Passing beneath the surface of the water, I press the cloth to her belly and begin moving it in small circles, slowly moving the cloth lower and lower until it brushes the small tuft of hair adorning the top of her cleft. Moaning softly, she lifts her legs over mine, allowing me access to the soft, warm folds of her vulva. Discarding the cloth, I gently massage the firm flesh of her outer labia, drawing little sighs and shivers of contentment from her. Gasping, she lifts her hips allowing me to bring my legs together beneath her. I gently separate her prominent inner lips and I slide two fingers into the warm crevasse between them. Rocking her hips in time to my gentle caress she pushes against my fingers, groaning and pushing even harder when my fingertips pass over the entrance to her vagina. Tauntingly I slide my fingers even lower, teasing the tight crinkled ring of her anus prodding at it with a fingertip until it relaxes and allows me to slide my finger in to the first knuckle. Suddenly, we are brought out of our total adsorption in each other by Katy dumping an ice cream bucket full of water over our heads. "It's time to wash your hair." she giggles as we spin around to confront her. Figuring a little more water on the floor won't hurt, I catch her around the waist and before she can wriggle away, I pull down between my legs, crossing them over the top of hers, and wrapping my arms around her body, trapping her arms by her sides. "In that case, I think we'll start with you." I say, "Lena do you want to do the honours?" Ignoring Katy's shrieks of protest, I maintain a tight grip on her squirming body as Lena retrieves the bucket and fills it with water. As I tilt my head to one side, Lena then dumps the entire contents of the bucket on Katy's head and then drops the bucket over her as well. "Now the shampoo." I instruct. Grinning, Lena removes the bucket and squeezes a more than sufficient amount onto the crown of Katy's head and works it into a thick creamy lather. "Now rinse." I say. Taking the bucket Lena fills it with cold water, and I nod approvingly. Cruelly, Lena tilts the bucket sightly, tipping just a trickle onto Katy's head, letting her know what she has in store. Then as Katy frenziedly tries to escape my grasp, Lena lets the rest of the bucket go, sluicing the suds from Katy's hair as she emits an ear piercing shriek of shock and outrage. Of course the water gets me too, but it is a price I'm willing to pay. Chastisement delivered, I let Katy go, smiling benignly as she backs away roundly cursing us. Prudently, I take control of the bucket, sinking it beneath the water and putting my foot in it as I stand and do her hair. Ignoring Katy's dark mutters from the end of the bath, I fill the bucket with warm water and gently sluice the foam from Lena's hair. Then turning over control of the bucket to Lena, I sit and close my eyes as Lena shampoos my hair, wriggling contentedly as she gently massages my scalp. I then listen to Katy telling Lena to give me a cold rinse and grin at Lena's refusal. A minute later she proves their duplicity by dumping what feels like ice water over me. Catching her wrist before she can escape, I gasp, "Shower first and get these suds off." Reaching between her ankles, I pull the plug and keeping a firm grip, I rise to my feet. Katy eyes me warily, one foot outside the bath, as I reach for the shower taps, but when I adjust the flow to a soothing warmth, she clambers back in a pushes past us. Catching her about the waist on the way past, I pull all three of us together into a tight hug and under the falling spray. At first, with the suds still coating us, our skin slides delightfully, but as the soap washes away, things become less slippery and we reluctantly separate. The sound of last of the bathwater gurgling down the drain, triggers an urgent response in me and suppressing a grin, I pull Lena to me, enfolding her in my arms and lowering my lips to hers for a kiss. 'Perfect.' I think as I feel the tip of my dangling cock press into the crease at the top of her pussy. Feeling this she moans into my mouth and thrusts her tongue between my lips as she grinds her hips against me. Then unable to hold back any longer, I relax and release the contents of my bladder. Constrained by her pussy lips, almost the entire flow hits her clit and her moans deepen as she grabs my arse and pulls me in tighter grinding her mound against my slowly stiffening cock. "Hey save some for me." Katy protests. A moment later, she insinuates a hand between us and grabs the base of my cock, pinching off the flow. Reluctantly, Lena releases me and allows Katy to turn me around. Katy then surprises the hell out of me, by dropping to her knees and almost inhaling my half hard member. "Oh fuck!" I groan, throwing my head back as she releases her grip and my cock swells rapidly as she starts drinking my piss. Her throat works convulsively to keep up with the flow then as it slows Katy pulls on my arse, forcing the head into her throat and letting me squirt the last few spurts of urine directly into her stomach. A squeak of skin on wet enamel, followed by a ringing thud makes me look down to where Lena is sitting on her heels, the fingers of one hand working feverishly at her pussy, as she releases her pee in short bursts. Her other hand, unmindful of their tenderness, switches back and forth between her nipples, pinching and twisting them. Squealing with delight, Katy pulls free of my rampant member and diving between Lena's thighs, she rolls onto her back, and pulling Lena's fingers away she forces her head beneath Lena and clamps her lips over her cunt, thirstily gulping down the golden stream. Not wanting to be left out, I kneel and lift Katy's legs over my shoulders and press my lips tightly to Katy's already spurting slit, gulping down the salty, slightly acrid fluid. It is almost as if, I am drinking Lena's pee, filtered through Katy. Moments later Lena throws her head back, little yips of pleasure escaping her lips as she cums. Katy burrows even deeper beneath Lena, moaning in delight as she drinks down a cocktail of urine and Lena's sweet ejaculate. As the flow of Katy's urine begins to slow, I leave off gulping down the fragrant flow and lap from her twitching little anus to her clit, bathing my face in the last her pee. Then as it slows to a trickle, I latch onto her clit and suck as hard as I can pulling my head back and stretching it more than I'd ever dared before. She rewards me by digging her heels into my shoulders and arching her back, stretching her clit even further until it finally pulls free with a snap. As soon as it does slip free, she whimpers and pulls my head back between her legs, almost forcing her little girl prick between my lips. I Take the rubbery little shaft into my mouth and gently pinching it at the base, I lash it with my tongue, flicking it back and forth as rapidly as possible. Katy's starts bucking against my tormenting mouth and a deep ringing sound alerts me that her head is banging against the bottom of the bath. Lena too notices what is happening and wriggles backwards, gently lifting Katy's head and cradling it in her lap. Satisfied that she is not about to hurt herself, I redouble my effort on her clit, biting down a little harder and alternating rolling her clit against my upper teeth with the tip of my tongue, with flicking it back and forth and side to side. Squealing with pleasure almost beyond endurance, Katy gets closer and closer to her orgasm. At the same time, I bear down harder and harder with my teeth on the base of her clit, increasing the pressure in infinitesimal increments until the tip no longer throbs against my tongue with her heartbeat. As her heels drum on my back, I bring my hand up under her clenching buttocks and wet my thumb with the copious juices and saliva that drool down over her tiny arsehole. Then just as she is on the brink of orgasm, I press the tip against the twitching little pucker, which almost seems to suck my thumb inside as it opens up and allows it to enter. A second later I force the rest of my thumb deep into her bowels and relax my jaw, allowing the blood to rush into her hypersensitised clitoris. Her climax hits her like a ton of bricks and she lets out a sobbing wail of monumental proportions as I continue to lash her now throbbing clit with my tongue. She almost stands on her head in Lena's lap and her legs threaten to crush my head like an eggshell, as wave after wave of intolerable pleasure crashes over her. Finally, just as she is on the verge of passing out, I still my tongue and withdraw my thumb. Gently unlocking her now limp legs from about my head, I carefully lower her until she lies horizontally in mine and Lena's laps. Her breath comes in great sobbing heaves as she draws air into her oxygen starved body, slowing gradually until she is able to lift her head and moan, "You bastard. Thankyou." I take hold of her hands and pull her to me, gently cradling her in my lap, her head on my shoulder as Lena climbs to her feet. Lena then helps me to stand, as I continue to hold and cuddle Katy. Letting go with one hand, I hold Katy's little bottom cupped in the other as I pull Lena to us and under the falling spray, which has begun to show some signs of cooling. After quickly rinsing ourselves clean, I release Lena and begin to climb from the bath, then taking note of the sudsy, wet floor I think better of the idea and lower Katy to the floor, helping her transfer her grip to the rim of the bath as she wobbles on still unsteady feet. Lena shuts off the water as she and I climb out on either side of Katy. Supporting Katy between us, we quickly move through the cool night air and inside to the fire. Taking a towel each we quickly scrub her dry, drawing a soft yelp of protest from her when I'm a little too rough with her still sensitive pussy. When we finish with her, Lena and I park her on a chair in front of the fire and start on each other with the towels. Reminded by Katy's discomfort, I very gently pat Lena's breasts dry as I work my way down the front of her body, then turn her and work back up the back. As I stand for Lena to rub me dry, Katy slips from the chair and setting out mugs on the bench, she spoons cocoa and sugar into them. As she reaches for the kettle, I reach out my hand and stop her, saying, "I'll do that, If you're able to make drinks, you and Lena can go and put some clothes on and clean up that mess in the bathroom. I'll meet you in the lounge with the hairbrush when you're done. Berating herself for leaving her chair, Katy grabs Lena's hand and tows her into the lounge. I very carefully wait for them to get out of sight before grinning and picking up the kettle. After finishing the drinks, I find the hairbrush by the simple expedient of stepping on it as I put the milk away. Kicking it ahead of me, I take the drinks through to the lounge and slip on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I then tidy up the clothes scattered about the room, stuffing the remains of Katy's shorts into my bag with my clothes and towel. The girls return a couple of minutes later, Lena in one of my T-shirts which barely covers the pair of jocks she has on underneath, and Katy in her long T-shirt nightie. They jostle each other as they fight to be first under the brush and I solve the problem by pulling Lena onto the couch between my legs, earning a pout from Katy. As I begin to 'Ouch' Lena's hair, Katy flounces into her parents room, returning with another brush a few moments later. Grabbing a pillow, she plumps down on it between Lena's feet and hands back the brush. When we finish, the girls hold a whispered conference and turn on me, pulling me down to the floor. Lena then gets up behind me and pins me in place with her legs over my shoulders. As Lena pulls the brush though my hair, Katy disappears into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a cloth and a mug of hot water. I start to tell her where my shaving kit is and she shuts me up by slapping the hot cloth over my face. I start to peel the cloth off, but Lena stops me by grabbing a corner in each hand and pulling my head back into her lap. A few moments later I hear a repeated sound that is a cross between a slap and a wiff. Lena then removes the cloth to reveal Katy stropping a straight razor. "Hey what do you think you're going to do with that." I yelp. "Shave you of course." she replies in matter of fact tones, "Don't be such a baby, I do Dad all the time. Hurry up Lena, or you'll have to get another hot cloth." Lena dips the shaving brush into the mug and taking a stick of shaving soap she starts to work up a good lather, transferring it to my face and neck. "Now hold still." Katy cautions me as she kneels astride my legs and heats the gleaming blade in the mug. A few seconds later I flinch as she brings the back of the blade into contact with the back of my jaw. "I said hold still." she scolds me. "Hey, I've never had this done before. By anybody." I protest. "Well close your eyes and relax." she tells me, "You're going to love it." Given a choice between retreating with my tail between my legs and letting Katy have her way, I give in to the inevitable and try to do as she says. This time I manage to hold still at the hot steel touches my face, and a moment later she begins to scrape the whiskers from my jaw. My confidence in her ability is not improved as she begins to recite Banjo Paterson's, 'The man from Ironbark'. But her words are like a mantra and as she continues without nicking me, I begin to relax and enjoy the feeling of the deadly blade passing over my skin. It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down. He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was like to drop, Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop. "Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark, I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark." The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are, He wore a strike-your-fancy sash, he smoked a huge cigar; He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee, He laid the odds and kept a "tote", whatever that may be, And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, "Here's a lark! Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark." There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall. Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all; To them the barber passed the wink, his dexter eyelid shut, "I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut." And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark: "I s'pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark." A grunt was all the reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin, Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in. He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat, Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat; Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark -- No doubt it fairly took him in -- the man from Ironbark. He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear, And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear, He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd'rous foe: "You've done for me! you dog, I'm beat! one hit before I go! I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark! But you'll remember all your life the man from Ironbark." He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout He landed on the barber's jaw, and knocked the barber out. He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck; He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck. And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark, And "Murder! Bloody murder!" yelled the man from Ironbark. A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show; He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go. And when at last the barber spoke, and said "'Twas all in fun -- 'Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone." "A joke!" he cried, "By George, that's fine; a lively sort of lark; I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark." And now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape, He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape. "Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough, One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough." And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark, That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark. As she reaches the final line, she finishes with a flourish and slowly drags the back of the blade across my throat. "There, that wasn't so bad was it?" she coos. "Actually, it felt pretty good after I got over your choice of words." I reply, opening my eyes. She giggles and tells me, "That was Mum's idea, when I got Dad to teach me how to shave him, she thought it would be a great joke to start saying that while I did it. Dad jumped so hard I nearly cut his ear off the first time he heard me and now I've got it worked out so I finish both at the same time." "Just how long have you been shaving your father?" I ask. "Nearly two years." she replies, laying the razor down and picking up a bottle of aftershave. Pouring a little into her hand, she rubs them together and slaps my cheeks and neck. The almost total lack of any sort of stinging, tells me just how good she is with a blade. "There you smell good now." she says nuzzling my neck. "Now pay the barber girl." I apply the obvious payment to her upturned lips and she levers herself to her feet, allowing me to rise. "I think I'm going to have that done more often." I muse, rubbing my hands over my cheeks, which are as smooth as the plump little mound that lies half revealed at the apex of her thighs. "Mm, that's much better." Lena declares as she checks Katy's handiwork, by rubbing her cheek against mine. Katy carefully wipes the razor clean on the cloth and dries it on the hem of her nightshirt before smearing a little Vaseline on the blade to protect it from the moist Queensland air. Snapping it shut, she gathers up the rest of her Father's shaving paraphernalia and returns it to his bedroom. "Come on you two," I say when she returns, "we'd better brush our teeth." After brushing our teeth and checking for onion breath, we stand on the veranda, looking out at the stars above the trees. A few minutes later, Katy tugs on my hand and says, "Come on, let's go out there so we can see more stars." Leaving the lantern up on the verandah, she leads us out into the middle of the lawn, the cool mud squeezing up between our toes. For a few minutes we just stand there, the girls snuggled up against my side turning in a slow circle surveying the heavens. Because of our remote location and the clarity of the country air, we have no trouble seeing all but the dimmest of the stars, so long as we keep the moon behind us. Katy of course is the first to break the silence, ever curious, she points into the air and asks, "What's that star?" "Which one?" I ask trying to follow her finger. "That one, the really bright one." she says jabbing her finger at the sky. "That one isn't a star." I tell her, "It's a planet and it's the biggest planet in the Solar System. You can tell the difference because planets don't twinkle like stars." Do you know what the planets are called?" "Yeah," she replies, "so if it's a planet, it must be Jupiter because he's the biggest. Right?" "Right." I confirm. "And that one must be Mars because it's so red. And that means that one is Saturn. Isn't it a pretty colour?" "Yes and Yes." I verify her identifications. "And yes it is a pretty colour. So which one's Venus?" I ask, throwing her a trick question. "Silly, you can't see Venus this late." "Just checking." "Wow a meteor!" Lena squeals excitedly. "Make a wish. Make a wish." Katy squeals. "Starlight, Star bright. I wish I wish. I wish I might. Have the wish, I wish tonight." I murmur softly. "What?" Lena asks. "Oh, just a little poem." I say, repeating it a little louder. "I like it." she whispers, squeezing my arm, "Will you write it out for me?" "Of course." I say, kissing the top of her head, filling my nostrils with the warm fragrance of her freshly washed hair. "That's a star isn't it?" she asks pointing. "That really bright white one." "They're nearly all white." I say, "Yes it's a star and it's the second brightest star in the sky, it's called Sirius." "Well it's mine." she declares. "Really, are you sure? Do you know what it's other name is?" I ask. "Yep, I want that one." she confirms her choice. "What's it's other name?" "The dog star." I tell her. Katy giggles, "The dog's star." and Lena lunges at her past me. Katy skips away from us, jeering. "Ignore her." I say to Lena, restraining her. "Yeah, she's such a baby." Lena says. "What's the brightest star?" she asks. "That's easy." Katy says. "It's the Sun." "Oh, of course." Lena says. "It's a star too, isn't it? What other stars have names?" "Lots of them, but I only know a few." I answer. I pull her in front of me and rest my chin on her shoulder, using her arm as a pointer, I ask, "Can you see that group of stars that look like a saucepan?" "Yes." "Well that part's called Orion's Belt and those three stars are his sword hanging from it. The bright red Star near it is called "Betelgeuse and the bright bluish one is call Rigel." "Beetle Juice?" her voice is incredulous, "How did it get a name like that?" "Betelgeuse," I repeat, and spell it for her. "It comes from an Arabic name, 'Bwat-al-Yawza' which means 'house of the giant' and even that's wrong. When someone translated an old star map, they misread the name because it's was actually 'Hwat-al-Yawza' which means 'arm of the giant' and that makes a lot more sense because it marks Orion's shoulder. Can you see the rest of him?" "Yeah that's easy." she replies, "Does 'Rigel' mean Giant's foot then?" "No, I have no idea where that name comes from. I only know about Betelgeuse because of something I read." "Oh! What other stars do you know?" I use her arm to point a little to the north of Orion. "See that cluster of stars there, they're called the Pleiades or the Seven Sisters." "But I can only count six." she says after a short pause. "Yeah, well if the moon wasn't up you could probably count nine or ten. But there's a legend about seven sisters so they got called the Seven Sisters." "Oh I guess that makes some sort of sense. Any others? What about that red one in that triangle near the Pleiades." "O.K. the triangle is called the Hyades and the red star is called Aldebaran. The triangle is also the head of Taurus the bull, and Aldebaran is his eye. Of course you know the Southern Cross don't you?" "Everybody knows that." she says turning to the south and pointing, "And those are the Pointers. And if you join a line from between the pointers and the top of the cross, to that star there," she traces a line across the sky, "half way along that line is right above south." "Very good." I compliment her and Katy gives a muffled snort. "That star at the end of the line is called Archenar. Now the only other names I know are Alpha and Beta Centauri which are the Pointers and Omega Centauri." I search the sky for a few moments and line up her arm, "There, do you see that fuzzy looking star?" "I think so, yeah, I can see it. Why is it fuzzy." "That's because it's actually about a million or so stars, all packed together so close that if you were in the middle, the light would be brighter than the moon." "Where?" Katy asks, rejoining the conversation, "Which one is it?" I Pull her to me and crouch behind her so that I can use her arm to aim. "O.K. got it?" "Yep" she says, adding in awed tones, "A million stars, wow. How far away are they?" "I don't remember exactly, twenty or thirty thousand light years. Man was still living in caves when the light you're seeing started out." "Wow," she breaths, "can we see anything any further away?" "Sort of." I reply, "At least for me, your eyes might be better than mine. Can you find that line that Lena was talking about? The one that helps you find south." "I should be able to," she replies, "I was the one who showed her how to do it." "Yes well, can you see a foggy patch, sort of like the milky way, but much fainter, either side of the middle of that line? You might have to look out of the corner of your eye." "Yeah." Katy replies. "What about you Lena?" I ask. "I think so," she says, sounding a little unsure, "but they disappear when I look straight at them." "That's all right, the same thing happens to me." I reassure her. "Well they are called the Magellanic clouds. They're separate galaxies and they are over one hundred and fifty thousand light years away. When that light started out, men that looked like us didn't even exist." "Awesome." Katy breaths, "Can we see anything older?" "Well if it was the right time and I knew where to look, there's the Andromeda Galaxy. It's so far away that it's light was just leaving about the same time as Lucy was born." "Who's Lucy?" they ask together. "That's the name some scientists gave to the oldest humanoid bones that have ever been found, they're over two million years old." I explain. "And that is as far, and as far back, as you can see without a telescope." "Two million years." Katy breaths, shuddering as she contemplates the sheer magnitude of the distances and times involved. "How far is a light year in kilometres?" "A bloody long way. Light travels nearly three hundred thousand kilometres in one second, so it only takes a bit over eight minutes to get here from the sun and it's one hundred and forty three million kilometres away. If you want to know how far a light year is you'll have to work it out for yourself." "It make's you feel pretty small doesn't it?" Katy whispers. Silently, we stand there, huddled together for comfort, as we contemplate the immensity of the universe and the insignificance of mankind. The stars have visibly moved across the vault of the heavens, when an idea fills my head. An idea so simple, yet so profound. An idea that has occurred on innumerable occasions, to innumerable people. It is an idea that is the at the beginning of all true learning. "Yes Katy," I say, "how small we are. Yet it also shows just how truly big we are too. As big a the entire universe. We have the ability to ask, 'what, when, how and why.' Without that ability, the stars would just be little lights in the sky, there would be nothing smaller than a grain of sand and we would run, screaming, from a fire like the animals do. "Instead, we can look into the heart of an atom and beyond; all of the way to the very edge of the universe, back to it's beginning, and forwards to it's end. We slice time so finely that light itself seems to stand still and at the same time contemplate timespans in which the age of the earth is a mere tick of the clock. We can stop a man's heart so that he can live, or restart a heart that has stopped. We fill empty space with substance and substance with empty space. We have intelligence and we have curiosity." Both girls snuggle even closer to my sides, and couple of minutes later, Katy murmurs, "That's pretty heavy stuff. Let's go inside, I'm getting cold." "Well, who is it that won't wear her pants?" I tease, patting her backside, where I detect a noticeable lack of pantyline. Chapter 11 - POOR UNCLE LIAM. The next morning I'm woken by somebody shaking my foot, At first I try to ignore it, pulling Katy closer against my front and nuzzle into her hair, while enjoying the delightful pressure of Lena's soft breasts against my back. Suddenly it dawns on me that if both of the girls are in bed with me that someone else must be jerking on my foot. My eyes fly open and I sit up with a jerk to look at my uncle grinning at me. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" he says, obviously recovered from his scare of the night before, "I only ripped Katy's pant off and here you are sleeping with both girls." Just then Lena decides to wake up, sitting up and throwing the covers back. Both Katy's and her sleepwear has ridden up in the night, and Liam's eyes flick from Lena's jock encased mound to Katy's bare hip. A moment later he beats a hasty retreat as Katy too wakes up, rolling onto her back and arching her back, throwing her little bald pussy into prominent relief. Leaving them to finish waking up, and with a warning not to follow for a few minutes, I join Liam out onto the verandah, where I find him staring out towards the dam. "Why were you sleeping with the girls?" he asks, as I step up beside him. "Well the night before last, the girls were pretty scared by the storm," I say, releasing my cock to piss through the railing. He gives me a startled glance as he hears my zipper and I continue, "and Katy wanted me to hold her, a minute later Lena cuddled up on the other side. When it was time to sleep, they dragged me into bed with them and we fell asleep, all cuddled up together. Then last night, Katy wanted me to hold her again. I thought Lena would take the single, but she just cuddled up to my back and that's the way you found us. Actually it felt pretty good, I think I'm going to miss having a warm body or two to cuddle up to." "Aren't you worried about what somebody might think?" he ask. "Why? we were fully dressed." I answer, adding with a short laugh, "At least very nearly fully dressed." "Yes I noticed." he says dryly, "Doesn't it worry you?" "Not really," I reply, "I'm beginning to realise that this family doesn't think the same way we do about nudity, and I'm starting to think the same way myself. I had to," I add with a laugh, "when Jane left me and Katy out here on the verandah after the storm that trapped me here in the first place and told us to get our wet clothes off. I guess I could have gone in there," I point towards the bathroom, "but Jane didn't indicate that I should and the look Katy gave me as she stripped off, well let's just say, I took it as a challenge. "She peeked of course and giggled, because things had retreated in the cold, if you know what I mean, but she certainly didn't stare, so I just took it in my stride. Jane didn't even bat an eyelid when she stuck her head back out and told us to hang up our wet clothes." "Excuse us, we're bursting." Katy cries, as she and Lena streak past and into the bathroom, leaving a gap in the curtain in their hurry. Smiling to myself, I watch Liam as he stares through the gap, while pretending to scan the yard. Katy climbs up onto the rim of the bath, standing astride it and pulling her nightshirt up to her waist as she cuts loose with a deep golden stream. At the same time Lena lowers her jocks to the her ankles and steps out of them, displaying a flash of moist, pink flesh as she bends to pick them up. Still holding her nightie up to her waist, Katy jumps down and washes her pussy at the sink while Lena climbs up onto the bath and takes her place, she too pulling her shirt up out of the way . She lets go of the shower head to separate her labia but begins to wobble and is forced to jump down before she falls. With her back to us she strips off her shirt and climbs back up, her full, rounded breasts bobbing delightfully as she grab the shower head and turns to straddle the bath. Reaching down between her legs, she separates her pussy lips and a powerful, golden cascade pounds into the bottom of the bath. As she steps down, this time facing us, she lifts her fingers to her lips and licks them. Suddenly, she notices the gap in the curtain and her audience. "Katy!" she squeals, diving out of sight, "The curtain!" As Katy, leaps for the curtain, Liam jumps and swivels towards me, then unable to meet my gaze, he turns back to look out towards the dam. Katy gives me an impudent grin and a wink before twitching the curtain shut. "Pretty good tits for a thirteen year old." I remark, leaning on the rail. "Yeah." he whispers, as if from a million miles away. A moment later he jumps and looks at me. "You were watching too?" "Why not? There's no harm in looking." I reply easily. "Yeah I guess not." he says, recovering his composure. "Nice pussy too." "Which one?" I ask, unable to resist twitting him. "Both." he whispers so softly that I would have missed it if I hadn't been watching his lips, then more loudly, "Uh, Lena's of course." "Quite a show wasn't it?" I ask. "Yeah, was she really licking her piss off her fingers?" he asks, as if of himself. "Why don't you ask her?" I ask with a grin. "Are you mad?" he yelps. A second later, Katy bolts out through the curtain, waving a navy blue scrap of cloth over her head. Behind her Lena's head emerges from between the curtains and she shouts, "You bring them back right now Katy!" "Come and get them!" Katy jeers, twirling the jocks that Lena had been wearing on her finger, before running inside. As the sounds of Katy, reviving the fire emerge from the kitchen, Lena comes out, crimson faced, her hands holding the hem of her shirt and stretching it down to mid thigh, as she sidles past us and inside. "I could get shot for what I'm thinking right now." he says shaking his head. "Me too." I agree, turning back to look over grass steaming under the sun. A couple of minutes later, Katy sticks her head out of the door and asks, "Have you had breakfast yet Liam?" "Yeah, about two - three hours ago." he answers, "I guess I could do with another one though." "O.K. it'll be ready in about ten minutes." she tells us and disappears, re-emerging a minute later to ask, "You want a cuppa while you wait?" "Yeah sure." he says, turning back to lean on the rail. "Well come and get it then." she tells him, "What do I look like your wife?" "I wish!" he murmurs, turning to head inside, unaware that he is speaking aloud. "What was that?" I ask. "Uh nothing, just clearing my throat." he hurriedly replies, coughing by way of demonstration. I follow him in to the kitchen, noting his startled glance from the jocks hanging on the back of a chair to Lena, standing at the stove, stirring a pot of porridge. As Katy rises on tip toes to pick up the kettle from the back of the stove, Lena sways sideways and Katy's hip brushes against her, lifting her shirt just enough to give us a brief glimpse of pale untanned skin. "Hey Lena," I say teasingly, plucking the jocks from the back of the chair, "I thought you wanted these?" "Is there any point?" she asks, "You've already seen everything, besides it makes me feel wicked." "Uh Lena, would you please put them back on for our sake?" Liam gulps. "Oh all right." she sighs, crossing her arms in front and grasping the hem of her T-shirt. Liam gulps and spins away from her, as she lifts her hands enough to reveal her red and white polka dot bikini bottoms. "Um Uncle Liam," I say, "I think we've been had." "What?" he asks turning back. "Very funny." "I thought so too." Lena giggles turning her back to waggle her butt at us. Revealing at the same time the secret of the exposed white skin. The little tease, has pulled the back of her bikini halfway up into her butt crack, showing off the bottom two inches or so of her backside. Dropping the hem of her shirt, she reaches underneath and pulls the fabric free of her bum crack. "The girls at school are right." she remarks to Katy, as if Liam and I weren't there, "Teasing boys IS fun, but it's not very comfortable." "Don't YOU go trying it." I say warningly to Katy, "There'll be plenty of time for that, when you've got something to show off." "Hey I've got a bum too." she protests, flicking up the back of her nightshirt and waggling the aforementioned feature at us, "See?" "Yes we can see," I tell her, "and if you don't put it away right now, by the time I finish with it, we'll be able to see it in the dark." "You wouldn't?" she cries impudently, sticking her bum out far enough for her little pink pussy to peek through between her thighs. "O.K. Katy that does it." I say severely, "Come here right now." Upon hearing my new tone, she immediately straightens and drops her hands to her sides. Turning to face me, she backs up to the fridge and frantically apologises, "I'm sorry Geoff, I won't do it again. I'll be good, I promise." "And I'm sorry too Katy," I reply sadly, "but that's just not good enough." Beside me, Uncle Liam is looking more than a little wild eyed and he tries to intervene, probably more on his own behalf than Katy's, "Look Geoff, do you have to, I think she really is sorry, she won't do it again, will you Katy? "Uh-huh." she nods. "No Uncle Liam, she's been warned about this sort of thing. Isn't that right Katy?" with her chin already on her chest, her head gives a little bob, "And her mother told me what to do. So now I do it." "O.K." he gives in, "I'll just wait out on the verandah." "No!" I say stopping him as he turns to go, "I think you should stay, I think the humiliation of an audience will make this lesson a great deal more effective." "No!" Katy wails, her head snapping up to look at me. "Yes." I say, grabbing the back of a chair and turning it away from the table before sitting down. "Now are you going to come here, or am I going to have to drag you over my knee?" With short jerky steps, she slowly approaches, to stand, head bowed about a foot from my knees, at which point she stops, as if rooted to the spot. I give her a few more seconds to cover the last few inches, then pat my knee. She advances maybe three inches further, in as many steps, then halts again, trembling like a leaf. Sighing, I grasp her wrist and pull her around to stand beside my knee, her back to my uncle. As I reach up to the back of her neck to pull her down and across my knees, her lips twist up in a satisfied little smirk. The little shit, she'd manipulated me into doing exactly as she wanted and now I had no choice, but to go through with it. Well she was going to regret having done so. Something in my eyes tells her that she has gone too far; the smirk leaves her face, to be replaced by a suddenly apprehensive look. I roughly pull her across my lap and pin her with my hand in the middle of her back. Before she can begin to struggle, I bring my hand down on her, still half covered, backside, with a ringing crack, that causes her to cry out loudly and her hand immediately comes back to cover her stinging read end. Roughly grasping her wrist, I tug it higher and pin it under my hand in the small of her back, catching and dragging the fabric of her T-shirt up to fully expose her rear at the same time. I then lift my hand again and bring it down in a blow that stings my palm and causes Katy to yelp and buck wildly. The pain in my hand brings me to my senses and I moderate the remaining blows, so that, while still quite painful, they are not as brutal as the first two. Even so, they fall on skin already primed by those first two slaps and by the time I am finished she is sobbing quietly. When I release her, she remains hanging across my lap, her legs about a foot apart. I glance towards my uncle and discover that he has seated himself, and though he tries to look away, his eyes keep drifting back to look at Katy's exposed buttocks and the plump little vulva that is visible between her splayed legs. About a minute later, she gets her sobs under control with a few shuddering heaves and struggles to her feet, wincing as the fabric of her nightshirt slides down over her sore bottom. She glances at me with a tear streaked face, and gulps out a sincere, "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, too. But the person you should be apologising to is Uncle Liam, I'm used to you by now." She crosses the distance between me and my uncle on unsteady leg and, whispers again, "I'm sorry Uncle Liam. I really am." "And, I'm sorry it had to happen." he replies, "But Geoff is right, you really shouldn't do things like that until, you're older. You said last night you, knew about bad touching. Well what you just did is an open invitation to bad touching. There are a lot of men out there who would hurt you very badly if you did that in front of them." "But you and Geoff wouldn't hurt me, would you?" she asks. "No," he answers seriously, "but you still shouldn't do it. And neither should Lena." he adds, looking over at where she is paying very careful attention to the pot on the stove. "I want you both to promise me that, you'll never do anything dangerous like that again." Lena gives the promise at once, while Katy turns it over in her mind. "Katy?" I say. "O.K. I promise." she answers. A glint in her eye as she looks at me, causes me to wonder what is going through her mind. Then it suddenly hits me, she had just promised not to do anything dangerous and thinking back to her earlier promise, I realise that she hadn't promised not to expose herself then either; she had promised to be good. 'But good at what?' I begin to wonder. "Can I have a cuddle please Uncle Liam." she asks softly, is a sad little voice that gives him no choice but to agree. "Sure Honey, come here." he says, holding out his arms. Katy straddles his lap, wincing a little as her bottom comes into contact with the rough denim of his jeans and throws her arms around his neck, burying her face against his shoulder as he enfolds her in his arms and hugs her tight. I'm a little surprised that she doesn't rub herself against him, but then I realise that she really does want to be held and comforted. A minute or so later, she relaxes her hold and he releases her. Briefly pressing her lips to his cheek, then sitting back her hands on his shoulders, she whispers, "Thankyou." "Your welcome." he says, "Now go and wash your face." "Can you lift me down?" she asks, "My bum's sore." "I'll bet it is." he half grins, looking down as he moves his hands to her hips. "Uh, Katy, you're doing it again." "Oops." she giggles, blushing as she looks down, following his gaze. "I am too." My uncles hands lift her nightshirt a little higher as he slips his hands up to her waist and lifts her from his lap, He then holds up for a few of seconds as he 'steadies' her on her feet. Katy too notices this and prolongs the exposure by gripping his forearms and wobbling a little. He looks at her little pussy for as long as he dares then removes his hands, allowing her nightshirt to fall and cover her up. "Breakfast's ready." Lena announces. "Hurry up and wash." Liam tells Katy, and she scampers from the room. I rise and shoulder Lena aside. Picking up the pot, I pour the porridge into bowls then fill it with water to soak. Taking two bowls each, we carry them to the table. My uncle is sweeping the last of the jigsaw into the box as we set the bowls down. Katy returns just as I bring the milk, sugar and butter to the table and she and Lena bring over our half made drinks. Katy gingerly takes a seat next to my uncle, and I sit next to Lena as we tuck in to breakfast. "Whatcha been doing all morning?" Katy asks, reaching for the milk. "I've been clearing the road and your drive," he answers, "I just came to get Geoff and found you all still asleep. What time did you get to bed last night anyway. You must have been really zonked, because I've hade the chainsaw going for the last hour." "I don't know." she answers, "Pretty late, Geoff was telling us about the stars. Did you know you can see two million years away." "That's light years Katy." he corrects her. "Yeah, but the light's two million years old too." she says. "You know, I've never really thought of it that way." he says in wonder, "When I was younger, I used to look through my telescope at stars and try and work out how many miles away each one was, but I never thought about how old the light was, even though I knew a light year was how far light travelled in a year." "Wow!" Katy exclaims, "You've got a telescope. Can I come over and use it sometimes?" "Well, we'd have to see what your mum and dad say first." he temporises, "You'd have to stay up pretty late to see very much and they might not like you to be out that late." "I could sleep over with you." she offers innocently. His eyes widen a little at this and he cautions her, "We'll see. It won't be for a while anyway, I'll probably have to get the mirrors re-coated before we can use it." "O.K." she agrees, "I hope you know more stars than Geoff does. Did you knows Betelgeuse should be call Hwat-al-Yawza?" "No, why's that?" he asks. "Because it means arm of the giant in Arabic, Betelgeuse means house of the giant." she answers smugly. "Geoff told us that Katy." Lena says, pricking Katy's bubble and earning herself a dark glowering glance. "It's O.K. Katy." Liam says, "The fact that you learnt something new is the important thing." Katy pokes her tongue out at Lena and pulls a face, then resumes shovelling her porridge into her mouth. Lena returns the look with interest, before returning her attention to her own plate. "Will you come swimming with us after breakfast?" Katy asks, mumbling around a mouthful of porridge. "Wipe your chin Katy." he tells her, "You know you shouldn't talk with your mouth full." In the explosion that follows, the small dribble of gruel dripping from her chin is the least of her problems, snot and oats spray from her mouth and nose, fanning across the table. A few stray globules making at as far as Lena and I, bespattering our shirts. "Eew yuck." Lena cries in disgust, looking down at the obscenely semen like dribbles, sliding down the swell of her breasts. Fastidiously she flicks one such droplet from her nipple, causing it to harden under her t-shirt. Across from us, Liam pounds Katy on the back as she coughs and snorts the thick paste from her airways. "What made you laugh like that?" he asks, and I stiffen, suddenly afraid. Katy, continues to gasp and snort, trying to clear her nose and without thinking, Lima pulls up the bottom of her nightshirt and hold it to her nose. "Here blow." he instructs her. Honking Like a foghorn, Katy clears her nose and turns a grateful smile on him. Suddenly my uncle realises what he has done and looks down before he can stop himself, then hastily back at her face. "I'm sorry Katy," he apologises, letting go of her nightshirt, "I didn't think." "It's O.K." she replies, deliberately misconstruing the reason for his apology. "It needs washing anyway." she grasps the fabric of her nightshirt about the level of her ribs and pulls it outwards to survey the pasty streaks adorning it. Liam's eyes follow her gaze to her bespattered nightshirt - and beyond - as the sudden bobbing of his Adam's apple testifies. "Uh Katy!" he semi- gulps. "Oops." she giggles, letting the cloth go. "Well are you coming swimming with us?" "Geoff and I really should get going and help Lena's dad with the road." he tells her. "Please?" she begs, gazing up at him winsomely. "I don't know, there's a lot of branches to clear." "Just for a little while." she begs, "Me and Lena will come and help too." He glances across at me. "Might as well give in now as later." I say, "She's going to get her own way eventually." "You're probably right." he agrees, "O.K. Katy." "Oh thankyou!" she cries, grabbing his head and planting a resounding kiss on his lips, before running off into the lounge. Uncle Liam, sits there looking like a stunned mullet for a couple of seconds, then turns back to finish his breakfast. Katy returns a moment later, waving a pair of my shorts, "Here, you can wear these." she tells my uncle tossing them to him. "Thanks." he says, snagging them out of the air. "What about you?" he asks, eyeing the oatmeal streaked nightshirt she is still wearing. "Oh, I put these on." she says lifting her hem enough to show us a pair of threadbare, white knickers that are a little too small for her. "And since this needs a wash anyway." she trails off. I regret my little explanation of the night before, as my uncle gulps, realising what the water is going to the fabric tightly stretched across her plump little mound. But he says nothing and after scooping the last of his porridge up, he takes my shorts through to the other room. "Well, come on," he calls from the doorway, a little later, "let's go." Lena hastily gulps down the last of her tea and we follow him down the stairs and across the steaming grass to the dam. As Katy goes to make a running jump into the water, Uncle Liam grabs her and says, "Hang on a sec, you don't know what the storm's dumped in there." "It's O.K." she replies, "We went swimming yesterday morning, there's nothing in there." "Yesterday! wasn't that just a little cold?" he asks. "Yep," I reply, grinning, "but did you happen to notice that hog wallow near the bottom of the steps? After these two finished making that, they needed a bath." "You helped!" Katy protests. "Oh!" he answers, "Well, if you're sure that it's safe." Not waiting for me to confirm, her statement, Katy wriggles from his grasp and dives into the water, shooting up a moment later with a whoop. Liam tests the water with his toe and shudders, then steeling himself, he follows Katy, popping up beside her, shouting with the cold. I look at Lena and she starts to back away, shaking her head. Grinning, I lunge and grasp her by the wrist. Lifting her, shrieking and struggling, into my arms, I take two steps into the freezing water, before loosing my footing and sliding down into the murky depths. I rise to the surface a few feet from her, and she turns a dark look on me. "You bastard." she squeaks, "I'm gonna get you for that." With this she leaps at me and shoves me beneath the surface. The last things that I see, are the dark circles of her areola, beneath her practically transparent T- shirt. Hm, somebody else who has been paying attention to my explanations. She plants a foot in the middle of my chest to shove herself away from me, but she is a second too slow and I grab her ankle before she can escape. I slide my free hand up the back of her violently jerking leg, gently squeezing her bottom and pulling her to me. Releasing her ankle, I grasp the back of her head and seek out her lips with mine. She relaxes, melting into the kiss for a few moments, then pushes against me as her breath begins to run out. We emerge from the water about a foot apart, treading water as we gasp and draw fresh air into out lungs. Her gasp becomes a squeak of surprise as, under the concealment of the turbid water, I lift a hand and tweak a rock hard, cold stiffened nipple. This time, when she plants her foot on my chest, I let her get away and turn to see what Katy is up to. She is climbing up on to the diving platform, the thin fabric covering her cute little bottom is so very nearly transparent, that the red marks left by my second slap are easily visible. When she rises and turns to face us, the view from the front is almost as bad. While the double layer of cloth now covering her is almost opaque, it is plastered to her body, outlining every crease and fold of her labia, even the outline of her fat clitoris is visible. My uncle bobs in the water in front of her, totally transfixed by the lewd display, until Katy says, "Get out of my way Uncle Liam, I want to jump." He comes to himself with a start and swims a few feet to the side, before turning back, unable to keep his eyes off her. She flexes her knees and he gasps audibly, as the layers of fabric covering her mons briefly separate, giving him an almost unobstructed view of her more naked than naked pussy. Straightening her legs, she launches herself out over the water, knifing into it only inches from his nose and emerging in front of me. "You're right," she whispers, "this IS better than being totally naked." Turning away from me, she strokes back over to the platform, once again displaying her bottom as she pulls herself up. Turning, she seats herself on the edge and says. "The water's too high, can I jump off your shoulders Uncle Liam? You too Geoff, that way Lena and I can do a double." I swim over towards the platform, arriving in front of her at the same time as Lena. As she rises and steps back out of the way, we are treated to a very interesting display of her young pre-teen pudenda. Giving her a wink, I haul myself up onto the platform and turn to offer Lena my hand. As I pull her up, my uncle, who has pulled himself halfway onto the platform, catches sight of her breasts bobbing beneath the translucent fabric of her T-shirt and with a muttered, "Shit!" falls back into the water. "Nice tits." Katy comments, then as he bobs back to the surface, "Hurry up Uncle Liam." Gasping, he eyes a blushing Lena for a second, then tearing his gaze away, he pulls himself up onto the platform and turns to face out over the water. Then as I wrap one arm about the centre pole, and offer Lena the other as a step, he begins muttering to himself, "Thirteen, she's only thirteen." Lena quickly scrambles up my body, her breasts bobbing delightfully under the translucent fabric of her shirt, then steadying herself against the pole, she turns and waits for Katy. Katy, slips in font of my uncle, "Hey, I'm down here dummy." she says, adding as he tears his eyes from Lena's quivering mounds, "I hope my boobies get that big one day." "Give them time." he responds absently, grabbing the pole and stooping to offer his cupped hand. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she steps into his proffered hand and waits for him to straighten. When he does, she grabs the pole with one hand and the top of his head with the other. Lifting her foot to his shoulder, she presents to his bugging eyes, a clear view of her plump young pussy only inches from his nose. Then stretched beyond it's ability to conceal(?) the fabric of the front panel of her knickers slips to one side, baring one fat hairless labia to his gaze as the leg band disappears into her pussy crack. A moment later, he breaths a sigh of relief and regret as she pulls herself up onto his shoulder and turns. I think only his arm trapped between me and the pole keeps him upright and glancing down to his groin, I'm amused to discover that lust has overcome freezing water and his shorts outline the shape of his erection. "One - two -three.", Katy's shouted counting above us, causes us to brace ourselves as they bend their knees and launch themselves. Hand in hand, They knife into the water about three metres in front of us and a trail of bubbles follows their progress towards what is left of the island. Side by side, they shoot from the water, broaching until their hips clear the water and with fingers still entwined, they fall backwards with a splash that sends a series of small waves rippling towards us. Floating on their backs, they stroke back towards us, Lena's firm, round breasts bobbing back and forth with the same leisurely rhythm of her arm. As they come to a halt below us, my uncle gulps and when they reach their hands up to us, he turns his head resolutely away as he hauls Katy up in front of him. Before she can repeat her earlier display, he turns her and lifts her to is shoulders. I haul Lena up and this time as she clambers up my body, her breasts brush against my face, her nipples tracing lines of fire over my cheeks. Giggling, she steps onto my shoulder and pulls herself up beside Katy. Together they chant "One - Two - Three" and almost drive us to our knees with the force of their take off. This time, I follow them into the water and emerge behind them, just in time to catch them in my arms as they broach. They screech in surprise as my arms encircle them and I dig my fingers into their ribs. Giggling wildly they twist in my grasp and return the digital assault with interest, attacking my ribs and armpits and driving me gasping beneath the surface. Diving out of their reach, I come up a few metres away and turn to find that they have my uncle, who had come to my rescue, at their mercy and I have to dive back into the fray. Catching Katy around the waist, I haul her away, leaving my uncle to deal with Lena. After a few false starts, in which he encounters flesh too pneumatic for his peace of mind, he secures a solid grip on her wrists and sends her into giggling paroxysms, his fingers digging into her sides. "Cannonball!" Katy cries and sighing I drag her, sputtering and squealing in outrage, by the ankle over to the bank. Folding her into a ball, I lift her to my shoulder and heave, swamping my uncle and Lena. "My turn." Lena cries. Uncle Liam, tows her over to the bank beside me, but when he goes to pick her up, she says, "No I want to do back flips." Gulping audibly, he entwines his hands for her to step into. He turns his head to one side as she grip his shoulders, but I see his eyes roll to the side, watching her breasts bobbing as he bounces her up and down. On the count of three he damn near launches her into orbit, throwing her a good five feet above the surface of the water, where she brings her hands together and re-enters with barely a splash. As I dispose of a giggling Katy for the second time, he scans the water beyond Lena's point of entry, waiting for her to surface. When she surfaces right in front of him, close enough to brush her engorged nipples against his belly as she stands, he damn near shits himself. Giggling, she places her hands on his shoulders and waits for him to cup his hands for her. This time his head bobs, like one of those dogs that used to be so popular on the back ledges of cars and she lands flat on he back, squealing, as he forgets to let go of her foot. Shaking his head, he declares, "O.K. that's enough, we'd better get going on the road, or we'll never get it done." Grumbling, the girls trail Uncle Liam and I from the water, then suddenly shoot past us, "Bet you can't catch us." Katy cries as they dash for the stairs. Well, we can't take that. Accelerating as fast as the wet grass will allow, we take off after them and are soon pounding on their heels, with a final burst of speed, Uncle Liam sweeps Katy up in his arms and a second later I grasp Lean around the waist, just in time for Uncle Liam to step in the 'hog wallow' and land ignominiously on his arse, Katy across his lap. Lena and I are too close to stop and land on top of them. Katy's giggling emerges from somewhere in the middle of the pile and a moment later Lena squeals in shocked outrage. Not even noticing that her breasts are damn near smothering my uncle as she tries to escape whatever Katy is doing to her. He, however, does notice and with a violent heave, he shoves all of us aside. Lena lands on her backside, legs apart, with a disgusted look on her face as she looks down at the front of her bikini bottoms, which bulge with about half a pound of mud. Seeing Katy, almost helpless with laughter, lying in front of her, she pounces on her and silences the laughter with as much mud as she can stuff into Katy's tiny knickers. The two of them roll about in the mud, getting filthier and filthier, for a minute or so, then without warning they pounce on my uncle, plastering his chest with great handfuls of mud. For a little while, he puts up a token resistance to their assault, letting them have their way with him, but when Katy stuffs a handful of mud down the front of his shorts, he nearly breaks her wrist in his haste to remove her hand from his pants. "O.K. Enough!" he bellows and they stop like rabbits caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. "O.K.," he continues in more moderate tones, "We will walk slowly and decorously down to the dam, where we will get rid of this mud and then we will return to the house in the same fashion." He catches my grin as they start off with a peculiar, waddling walk and lunges at me, adding, "After we get Geoff!" With giggling squeals of delight, the girls dive on me. I try to put up a good fight, but with three assailants, it is only a matter of seconds before they have me pinned and fill my shorts to bursting with great gobs of cold, greasy clay. Letting me up, my uncle jeers, "Now who walks funny?" All four of us waddle down to the dam and wade out into the water, which is once again freezing after the heat of the sun and the exertion of our wrestling. As soon as the water covers our hips, we all bob down and remove our pants, rinsing them out. "I wouldn't if I were you." he warns Katy as she eyes his hands and the shorts in them speculatively. After slipping our pants back on, we duck our heads to rinse the rest of the mud from our bodies and our hair. This time the journey to the house is without incident, at least until we reach the stairs. Taking the stairs two at a time, Katy reaches the verandah first and strips off her nightshirt, tossing it over the rail. Liam, Lena and I reach the top just as she strips off her knickers and drops them on top of her night shirt. "I thought I warned you about that Katy." my uncle growls as she reaches up for a towel. "And you promised me." "Pooh, you aren't dangerous." she tells him, unconcernedly towelling herself down, "Besides this is different. Now hurry up you lot." "See what I mean." I say to him, tossing my own shirt and reaching for a towel. "I guess it doesn't make any difference, he can already see them." Lena mutters. and I look up to where she is looking down at her boobs, which are easily visible under her wet T-shirt. Blushing, she grasps the hem and strips it off, setting her firm round breasts bobbing, and my uncle gulping and whirling, to look away. "What's wrong Uncle Liam, got something in your eye?" I gibe. "You could say that." he mutters, crimson featured. "What's wrong with my boobies?" Lena asks, moving up beside him, "You looked at them when I had the shirt on." He glances down and snaps his eyes back to the willow lying across the drive. Then with a sigh, he looks back and says, "Nothing I guess. But your mother wouldn't like you parading them like that." "Pooh, who's going to tell her." she says, "Besides, people do it all the time." "You're right, people do, do it all the time. I guess I'm just a little old fashioned, I know I shouldn't let it bother me, but you just surprised me. Actually, they're very nice 'boobies', magnificent in fact." "Oooh, thankyou!" she squeals, jumping up and wrapping her arms and legs around him, mashing her breasts flat against his chest as she kisses him resoundingly. He meets my amused gaze over her shoulder, shrugging helplessly. "O.K. Lena, I think you can get down now." he tells her. As Lena slides to the floor, Katy calls out, "Hurry up and get your pants off you lot, so we can go inside." "Forget it, you little voyeur." I tell her, "Scram." Liam then surprises me by saying, "Take your own advice Geoff. Unless you plan on nailing yourself into her parents bedroom, she's going to peek. Besides according to you, she's seen it all before. Maybe Lena should be the one to scram." "Do I have to?" the mendacious little minx asks, "I've never seen a grown up one before. I'll let you see mine." "You don't have to do that." he says, "But if we do let you look, you can't tell anybody, they might get a bit upset." "No, if you do it, I do it too." Lena replies, "You're right, we shouldn't let a bit of skin bother us." Katy follows this conversation wide eyed and grins wickedly as realises that she has managed to start the process of wearing my uncle down. I glance at my uncle and he nods. Shrugging, I slip my thumbs into the top of my shorts and wait. Lena too slides her thumbs under the waistband of her bikini bottom and Uncle Liam releases the snap at the top of his shorts, the sound like a rifle shot in the tension filled air. As if that is a signal, Lena, blushing all the way down to he nipples, swiftly slips her bottoms down to her ankles and steps out of them. Standing with her hands together over her mound, she looks directly at my uncle. Blushing almost as fiercely as her, he lowers the zipper of his pants and halts, looking at me. Shrugging, I push my shorts off my hips and let them fall with a wet slap to the floor. Lena turns at the sound and gasps. "I thought it would be bigger than that!" she exclaims convincingly, staring at my shrivelled member." Behind her, Liam lets his pants fall and she whirls back. "Oh, that's better." she whispers, staring at his cock, which while still limp, has begun to fill with blood, under the influence of our forbidden actions. Dropping her hands to her sides, she takes a couple of steps backwards, so that she can look at us both at once. For Uncle Liam's benefit, I stare at Lena adolescent pubis, imagining the tight little hole concealed within the wine red folds of her prominent inner labia. Dreaming of running my fingers over the baby smooth skin of her plump outer lips and through the small tuft of hair at the top of her slit. My thoughts soon have the blood rushing to my groin, and my cock begins to stir, swiftly extending and rising until it points at the ceiling. "Oh wow!" Katy cries excitedly, "Geoff's is growing like yours did last night Uncle Liam. Yours is too. How come that's happening? Nothing's rubbing it." "It also happens sometimes, when a man sees a pretty girl without any clothes on." he explains haltingly. "Oh wow!" Lena breaths, "You mean I'm doing that? I'm making you get all stiff like that?" "Yes, looking at you is making us get erections." he answers, "I was hoping it wouldn't happen, but I guess it was too much expect of Geoff, and when it happened to him, I started thinking about things I shouldn't and it happened to me too." "What sort of things?" Katy asks. At the same time, Lena asks naively, "Does it hurt?" My uncle chooses to answer Lena's question, saying, "No it doesn't hurt, actually it feels pretty good." reaching for a towel, he continues, "Now I think we've all had a good enough look, let's go and get some clothes on." "Um, Liam." Lena begins hesitantly. "Yes." he stops sawing the towel across his back and lets it dangle from one hand. "I'm feeling sort of funny down here." she whispers, reaching down and pulling her inner labia apart, "Can you look and see if anything's wrong." "No!" he half shouts, causing her to flinch and jerk her hands away from her crotch. "I'm sorry Lena." he apologises, "You just surprised me again." Oh God this is getting out of hand." he mutters, then in a stronger tone, "There's absolutely nothing at all wrong with you, you're just starting to feel the same way we do when our penises get hard. Look, do you ever masturbate?" "What's that?" Katy asks from her position beside the door. "Shit, I forgot you were there." he says, "Masturbation is rubbing your penis or vulva, that's there between your legs." he waves vaguely. "Why do you do that?" Lena ask naively, "Mum says that's dirty." "Well your mother's wrong." he says, "But let's finish out here and go inside first, I'll explain while we're getting dressed." Suiting actions to his words, he briskly finishes drying himself and Lena and I do the same. Pushing Katy ahead of him, he leads us inside and into the lounge. As soon as we get there, Katy squirms away and asks, "O.K. what's mastibashun?" "Like I said before, masturbation is rubbing yourself between your legs. People do it because it feels good. And that's why your mother told you it was dirty. She doesn't want you to find out about sex until, you are older. Which I think is really silly. You've started to have periods haven't you?" "Um yeah," she says, "but Mum says I'm not supposed to talk about it." "Hmn, this might be a little more complicated than I thought. Is your mother very religious Lena?" "No not really, but Gran is." she replies. "Why?" "Because that explains a few things. O.K. girls I want you to solemnly promise not to repeat a single thing I'm going to say here. No trick promises this time Katy. This one's got to be for real, because if anybody finds out there'll be hell to pay. Especially for Geoff and me, but Lena will probably cop it plenty bad and you might too." "O.K. we promise not to say anything." Katy answers for both of them and Lena nods. "O.K." Uncle Liam, takes a deep breath, "What has your mother told you about your periods Lena?" "Just that they're something to do with having babies, but I don't need to know any more until I get married." she replies truthfully. "Silly bitch." he mutters, "Uh, sorry Lena, but in this day and age that's a pretty stupid attitude. O.K. first things first; you're right, your periods are to do with having babies. It's you're body making your womb ready for an egg which you produce about two weeks after your period stops. If the egg get fertilised by a mans sperm, it sticks to the side of your womb and grows into a baby. If it doesn't you have another period and it starts all over again." "How does a mans sperm get inside a girl?" Katy asks innocently. "I'm getting to that." he tells her, "The sperm gets inside when a man puts his penis in a woman's vagina, that's the hole where the blood comes out Lena, if you don't know that already." "This hole?" Katy asks, lying down on the mattress and pulling her pussy lips apart. "Yes that hole." he answers. "Now stop that. A man puts his penis in a woman's vagina and moves it in and out until his sperm squirts out and if it's the right time of the month, that's about four days before and after the egg comes down, it joins with the egg and a new baby is started." "Wouldn't that hurt?" Lena asks, "Katy's hole, uh vagina is pretty small and mine isn't much bigger." "No, a woman's vagina stretches a lot, it's got to, because that's where the baby comes out when it's ready. That does hurt, but sex usually only hurts the first time, because there's a piece of skin inside a girl's vagina that has to be broken. Don't bother trying to show us Katy. After that it will only hurt if you try to do it too quick and there's no lubrication." "What's that?" "Slippery fluids that are made inside the vagina when a girl or woman is aroused, so that a man's penis can slide easily. You can use artificial lubricants, but unless there's some sort of medical problem, they shouldn't be used, because if they're needed otherwise, only the man's going to get any satisfaction. The girl won't be uncomfortable like if she was dry, but if both people aren't getting good feelings from sex then you shouldn't do it." "Why?" "Because sex is about love and affection, if a man or boy just wants to use you for his own pleasures, then he's a selfish bastard and you should piss him of and find somebody who cares. Boy's you can give a second chance to, because they aren't very experienced, but if they're not interested in helping you to feel good too, dump them and spread the word. It'll keep other girls from making a poor choice and it might just bring the boy to his senses. "Now you're still a little young to think about having sex yet Lena. Oh, you're probably physically ready, but unless you get a very understanding and gentle lover, it'll probably be a big disappointment and that just makes it harder the next time. "In the meantime; when you're in private, you can explore your body and find out what feels good and what doesn't. I'll give you a couple of pointers, your clitoris, that's the little bump at the top of your slit, is just about the most sensitive part of your body and rubbing it will probably give you the most pleasure. But you should start by softly rubbing all over the outside of your pussy first, and when you start to make lubricants use them to make your clit slippery, by then it should be getting hard and stiff like our penises did." "How come Katy's sticks out like that? And is my pussy my vulva?" "Yes pussy is just another name for vulva and there are lots of other names. I'm sure Katy can work them out from all she's heard over at the yards. Her clitoris is that big because they come in all shapes and sizes, Katy's is unusually large, in fact it's just about the biggest one I've ever seen. Most women's clits are about the size of a peanut or a bit smaller." "How will I know when it's time to have sex with a boy?" Katy asks, "I mean I'm feeling sort of tingly down here." she rubs absently at her little pussy, "Sort of like I want to piddle, but I don't. And it's getting slippery too. And my clitty's getting bigger. And I was just wondering what it would feel like if you put your penis in me." My uncle, who had been struggling to tell Katy to stop her 'idle?' fondling of her little slit, cries out, "Oh shit! No Katy! THAT would not be a good idea." At the same time, his prick, which had almost fully relaxed, snaps to attention so fast that it almost slaps his belly, signalling that it thought the idea was great. "Would you please stop rubbing yourself and listen very carefully to what I say. I could get into enough trouble just for telling you about sex. If I actually did it with you and anybody found out, I could go to jail. And the people in jail do not like men who have sex with little girls, I could get killed." "Even if I wanted you to do it?" she asks incredulously. "Yes, even then," he replies, "because they would think that I did something that made you want it." "So who can I do it with so I can see what it's like?" Katy asks. "Nobody!" my uncle says forcefully, "You are way to young to even think about having sex yet. You should wait until you are at least as old a Lena, and even then you should wait a couple of more years. In the meantime, you can masturbate, but do it when you are alone. O.K.?" "What did you mean about Mum being religious?" Lena asks, in an attempt to divert attention. Uncle Liam gives her a grateful look, and while his attention is on her, I give Katy a warning look, she responds with an impudent display of her tongue, but nods agreement. "Well religious people have some really funny ideas about sex, that they get from the bible. They usually think that sex should only be used for having babies and having sex for fun is a sin. Of course that means that they think the masturbation is wrong, because the only reason for masturbating is to feel good. "Now although your mother might not be religious like your grandmother, she was taught about sex by her and although your mother might know that what she was taught is wrong, she still doesn't believe that it's wrong. Do you understand what I mean?" "Um, sort of I think." she replies hesitantly, "It's like knowing that there's nothing wrong with people like Jane's friend Paul, but you sort of feel uncomfortable around them anyway." "Exactly, that's a perfect example." he replies. "If you hear something often enough, especially when you are young, you believe it, and you can keep on believing, even when you KNOW it's wrong." "Now a couple of other things, and these is some of the most important things, that's why I saved them for last: First, never have sex with a boy unless he's wearing a condom. That's a rubber bag that goes over a penis and catches the sperm. It'll stop you getting pregnant, but more importantly, it will stop you catching any diseases that he might have. "So even if you go on the pill later, you should still use a condom unless you know the boy very well, and you are the only one doing it with him. If you even suspect the boy is having sex with somebody else, he wears a condom or he can masturbate. "Also, if a boy won't take 'no' for an answer, that's rape, it doesn't matter how nice he is, if he won't stop when you tell him too, he's a rapist and you are fully entitled to do anything you have to, to get away from him. "If you can't get away, tell somebody you can trust as soon as you can, don't stop to think about it, just tell somebody. If he threatens to kill you, it doesn't matter, still tell someone, because if you don't he's either going to come back again or he's going to do it to other people. "If you keep your mouth shut, it will really screw you up inside and if you find out later about somebody else he's hurt, it'll screw you up even further. If you talk about it, it will help you heal. Besides, you're better off taking the risk of getting killed, than being a slave to scum like that, and that's what you'd be if you let him take control of your life." "Now, I really think It's time that we got dressed and on the road gang, your father's going to wonder what we are doing. Now for all our sakes, please keep quiet about this. I won't ask you to lie about it, if your parents asks you a direct question tell them everything I told you. They'll still probably be mad at me, but if you just tell them I taught you about sex, the first thing they'll think is that I showed you and once they get that idea in their heads, you'll have a damned hard time getting them to listen to the rest." As he was saying this, I'd been sorting through clothes, picking out underpants for the girls and handing them to them, Katy looked at hers as if they were something you might find under a rock, but she slips them on anyway. Once the first modicum of modesty has been restored for the girls, I leave them to finish dressing and find clothes for myself. Once we're dressed, we have a quick whip around, Lena and I packing up the last of my stuff up, and stripping the mattresses and Katy and Uncle Liam seeing to the kitchen and banking the fire. On my way out the door with the sheets and pillowslips, I grab the ruined pillow and take them downstairs. While the washing machine is filling with water, I tip the feathers from the pillow into the composter and dispose of the ruined cover. Five minutes later we collect a couple of crowbars and a bowsaw from under the house and troop off down the drive to where it crosses the creek. On the other side is my uncles little 4WD. A cable runs from the winch to a tree on this side of the creek and my uncle instructs me and the girls to hold onto it as we cross. Adventurous soul that she is, Katy is the first to make the attempt, but has to retreat, as the water swirling about her thighs threatens to knock her off her feet. However she refuses to be left behind, and insists that I carry her on my shoulders. I very carefully pick my way across the creek, gripping the cable tightly under my arm and using one of the crowbars as a staff. Her extra weight actually makes it easier to maintain my footing. When I tell my uncle this, he brings Lena, carrying his jeans and our footwear across the same way and after instructing me on how to run the winch, goes back to unfasten the cable and secure it about his waist. As he crosses I wind the cable on the drum, keeping just enough tension to prevent it dragging in the water. After rinsing the mud from our feet and drying off with an old towel from the car, we slip our footwear on and pile inside. He drives about five kilometres down the road to where Lena's father and brothers are working on a huge ghost gum which completely blocks the road. "What the hell took you so long?" Bob Shead yells, switching off his chainsaw. "They did." Uncle Liam answers, laying the blame on us, "They spent half the night looking at the stars and they were still asleep when I got there. They fed me breakfast, and then Katy wanted to go swimming. A mud fight and another swim and here we are." "Well now that you're finally here, get to work over there. You kids can help the boys shift what we've already cut. Having said this, he fires up his chainsaw and starts tearing into the tree. Lena introduces me to her brothers, Gordon and Jeremy. Gordon is about eighteen years old and looks as strong as an ox and just about as bright. Jeremy is about fifteen and almost as strong as his brother, if anything, his light burns even dimmer than his brother's. Katy watches them heaving at a large branch for a while, one of them working at each end with a crowbar, even with their considerable strength they are only moving it a few inches at a time. "Hey, Jeremy you big dummy." Katy calls. "Yeah Katy?" he blinks amiably. "Come here and work on the same end as Gordon." she orders. "Why?" "Don't worry about that, just do it." she orders imperiously. "Gordon wait for Jeremy." Moving ponderously, Jeremy joins his brother and under Katy's guidance, they set their bars to the log and heave. They blink with surprise when the end of the log lurches a good two feet. After another four heaves she directs them to the other end and a couple of minutes later the branch is clear of the road. Fortunately, both boys are very amiable lads, because she bosses them unmercifully. Even when they make a mistake and she curses them roundly, they just accept the abuse calmly and wait for her to tell them where to put the crowbars. Leaving them to deal with what Bob cuts, Lena and I join my uncle and start in on what he has already cut. Ten minutes later, having reduced the crown of tree to manageable potions, Liam takes Lena's crowbar and Bob takes mine and not very many minutes later the road is clear. Moving from tree to tree, we work our way down the road, even eating lunch on the move, and about two o'clock that afternoon, we meet James and Jane coming the other way. Working with them is a sleeper cutter, who with his big chainsaw and tractor has helped them to cut an hour off their best estimate. After making a show of counting heads and limbs and hugging all three of us, Jane herds us into their car, kicking Jimmy out, to go back with my uncle. Chapter 12 - HOMECOMING. "So were you girls good for Geoff?" Jane asks, after letting Katy chatter on for ten minutes or so about her stint as public works foreman, and how much faster the Shead boys worked under her direction. Twisting sideways in her seat, Jane looks back at us between the seats. "Yes Mum." "Yes Jane." "Geoff?" Jane raises her eyebrows. "Well they did make a bit of a wallow in the middle of the lawn." I answer. "You helped!" they protest in unison. "Personal Jinx." I cry, earning thumps in the ribs from both sides. "Well, that should give us a bit of peace." James says, laughing when Katy kicks the back of his seat. "Geoff," Jane asks, "I meant to ask, what does 'personal' jinx mean?" "I'm the only one who can break it. You can order them about by name and they still can't talk." "I think I like that." She grins, "Plan on keeping it up for long?" "Oh, I might do something about it about bedtime." I say airily. "Ouch! Tomorrow." Katy pauses her fist cocked for another assault on my ribs. "What about this wallow? How did that come about?" "Oh, We decided to go swimming in the rain yesterday morning, and the ground was so slippery, that we didn't make it very far before the ground spanked Katy. We laughed, she threw and the rest is now a fair start on a vegie patch." "If that's the worst you managed to do, I'm more than pleased." she laughed. "Nothing else not covered by our insurance?" "I kicked Katy's boots off the steps in my hurry to get up before the rain started. Oh, and I owe you a pillow. Lena and I had a pillow fight. Mine lost." I reply. Forget it," she tells me, "that's cheap babysiting." "You know, you just unjinxed me, don't you Geoff?" Lena says. "Of course." I reply as if I'd done it deliberately. "Hey you did me too!" Katy cries, suddenly realising that she's wasted thirty seconds in which she could have been telling me what she thought of me. "You know all of those things, I said about you yesterday Geoff?" Katy begins conversationally, "Well consider them said again." "Huh, what's this?" James says, tilting his rear view mirror so that he can look at his daughter, "Have you been swearing again?" "Not so as you'd notice." I reply with a laugh, "Though she did manage to very thoroughly curse me and four generations of my family, including one that I haven't had a chance to start yet. But she didn't swear. She does need to spend more time at the cattle yards though, she begins to repeat herself after only five minutes." "Katy!" Jane exclaims in shocked tones, "I hope Geoff tanned your hide good and proper." "Nope." she replies impudently. "Why not?" Jane asks me. "I was too busy taking notes." I reply, and both James and his wife laugh. "Besides, she didn't really mean it, she was just trying to shock me into talking when she had us jinxed." "Well I'm glad she wasn't really naughty." Jane says, "She can be a real handful at times." "He wouldn't let me be naughty." Katy declares aggrievedly, "Every time I even thought about it, he threatened me with the hair brush." "A little outside the charter," Jane muses, "but the thought of five good ones with the back of a hairbrush, always did keep me in line." "The other side Mum!" Katy says. "Oh?" Jane says ominously. "Yeah well, I wouldn't have actually used it." I say, "But Mum's done it to me a couple of times, when I pushed her so far she didn't bother to check which side she was swinging at my legs. After that, all she had to say was: 'You'll feel the rough side of the hairbrush if you keep that up.' And after Katy stepped on it. Well?" "I can imagine." Jane says, "THAT would have kept Charles Manson in line." After that, the conversation turns to how we kept ourselves amused, so I sit back and listen to how creative Katy can be. Amazingly she manages to avoid any outright lies, and I silently applaud my protege. As Katy winds down, James turns into their drive and comes to a halt behind my uncle a minute later. "O.K. looks like it's shanks pony from here." he announces. "As soon as the 'dry' comes we concrete it Jane." "Yes dear." She replies in the tones of a wife who has heard similar promises before. "Take some groceries with you." Turning to us, she adds, "You too." "Yes Mum." Katy returns, perfectly mimicking her mother's tones. We all load up, carting the entire carload of groceries across the creek in two trips. Jane sends Katy up to the house to send Jimmy, who had bolted as soon as my uncle had come to a halt, back with the wheelbarrow. We meet him about halfway to the house, but when he reaches for the bags we are carrying, my uncle informs him that his load is still at the creek. Muttering under his breath, he passes us and five minutes later he is still muttering as he makes three trips up and down the stairs and heads back for towards the creek. "You didn't have to do the washing." Jane says to me, as she hands out tea and bickies in the lounge. "We didn't have much choice, if we wanted dry towels." I reply, turning a stern look on the girls. "Really, what bits did Katy leave out?" she asks. "Just the water fight these two had in the bathroom." I say, "They had a bubble bath and by the time they were finished the floor was awash, when I went to put a stop to it, the place was ankle deep in suds." There, all basically true statements, admittedly amounting to a major distortion of the truth, but true all the same. (Beat that Katy.) "Did you know boobs float?" I add with a direct look at Lena. "Geoff!" she screams, turning bright crimson. "As a matter of fact, yes I did." Jane answers dryly over James and my uncle's chuckles. Just then, Jimmy enters the room and throws himself down on the mattress. "O.K. that's just about enough of that young man." Jane says sternly, "you've been sulking since I made you apologise to that family sleeping next to us, and I'm just about sick of it." "They're just a bunch of dumb coons." he mutters. "Jimmy!" James thunders, rising from his chair. "No James, I'll handle this." Jane gently but firmly, eases her livid husband back into his chair. "Those 'dumb coons', as you put it, Jimmy leave you for dead. Both of those kids you insulted are a year ahead of their age in school, their father is a full professor at Capricornia University and their mother is an associate professor. Hows that for 'dumb coons'?" "Yeah abo studies." he says, still refusing to accept that these people might be anything but his social inferiors. "Yes he lectures in Aboriginal studies and comparative anthropology and Neolithic culture too. His wife takes English and French literature." Jane tells him coldly, "And if I hear one more derogatory remark like that you'll be feeling the rough side of a hairbrush. Thanks Geoff and you can thank your mother too." She turns back to her scowling son, "People who think like you're thinking now, nearly got me killed. And those same sort of people are the ones who kidnapped Mr and Mrs Nangedera and shipped them off to England, to work like slaves. They were lucky though they were adopted by a French couple and were given a chance to go to the most prestigious university in France. "Because of attitudes like yours, they wouldn't have stood a chance here, because when they entered university over there, our government was still treating their people like cattle. You know what a census is? Well under the question, 'How many cows do you have?' there was one that asked, 'How many aboriginals?'" "I don't have to listen to this." he half shouts, rising to storm from the room." "Take one more step boy and I'll be the one swinging that hairbrush." James rumbles ominously. "Now sit down, shut up and listen." Jimmy thumps back to the mattress, glowering murderously. "Now I'm going to tell you a true story and you are going to listen." Jane tells him. "Is that wise Jane?" James asks, glancing from Lena to my uncle to me, "I assume this is THAT story." "Yes it is, I've already told Geoff part of it and I said I'd tell him the rest. I'm pretty sure we can trust them, besides, Dad's dead and any attempt at prosecuting Mum would stir up so much media attention, that the pope himself would shit. I didn't actually intend to tell it today, but the way this bigot I gave birth to is acting has forced my hand. And I'm damned tempted to go back to his old school and tell it there too." "You're right dear, he needs to be told." James agrees. "O.K. Jimmy, people, This happened back when I was a little girl, younger than Katy is now. My father owned a cattle station up in the Territory and some people from a mission station came to buy some cattle from him. "One of these people was a church minister and he asked my father where the local tribe of aboriginals was camped so that he could tell them about God. Well at the time Dad was pretty religious, even though he went to a different church, so he told the minister where to go. "The minister went off to see the Aboriginals and Dad helped the driver load the cattle on the truck. When the minister came back, they drove off and Mum and Dad thought that would be the last that they would see of them. "But instead of going back to the mission, they drove out of sight and then they took the truck to a place about a mile from the aboriginals camp and waited till the men went off hunting the next morning. As soon as the men were gone and there was nobody left but the women and old men. They then went to the swimming hole where all the kids were. "The minister had found out where it was the day before, by saying that it was very important that the children had a chance to learn about God and got somebody to take him there. He told all of the kids all of these really pretty stories and how people who let him lead them to God would get all of these great rewards. "This time, when he turned up, he gave everybody lollies and told them that he and his friend were there to lead them to God. Everybody wanted to go with him, but the oldest girl said she had to tell their mother's where they were going first, because she was in charge. "Well, suddenly these nice men, turned into bad men and marched everybody at gunpoint to the truck and forced them inside. I was with those children, like I was nearly every day, and because I wanted to be like my friends, I didn't wearing any clothes and my tan was so dark I looked like one of them. "I tried to tell them who I was, but they just thought I was one of the station owner's bastard half-breed children and laughed at me and threw me in the back of the truck with the other kids. "Luckily, they drove past Dad, who was fixing a fence nearby, I screamed out to him and he heard me. He ran back to the homestead and got the truck and came after us. He caught up about twenty miles down the road. "The minister thought he wanted to tell them something about the cattle they'd bought, so they pulled over for him and got out to talk to him in front of the truck. "When he asked about us kids, they just smiled sweetly and told Dad that they were taking us back with them to the mission station, where they were going to give us a good Christian education and civilise us heathens. Dad told them they had his daughter in the back of the truck and they said something like he should leave the gins alone, (Authors note: a gin is the pidgin term for an aboriginal woman.) as half-breeds were an abomination in the sight of the lord. "Dad started to get mad and told them to hand us kids over to him immediately and the minister said something like 'Keep your shirt on, if you really want a kid to poke, We'll sell you one.' "Well that was the last straw for Dad, because the next thing I heard was his revolver going off, over and over, and a few seconds later he came around to where we were. "Those damned mealy mouth hypocrites had us jammed in behind a gate on the bottom deck of their cattle truck, right up the front where it was hottest and there was no wind. After all, as far as they were concerned, the cattle were more valuable than we were, so they naturally got the most air. I think the youngest one of us was less than a year old and the eldest was her mother, who was about fourteen. "The place they were taking us to was about five hundred miles away and the trip would probably have killed half a dozen of us, the baby might have survived but her mother would have killed herself providing the milk to do it. "These people who called themselves men of God, were slavers plain and simple. At the mission we would have been used and trained as menial servants, while they beat a few pious words into our head with stockwhips. But of course to them, anything done in God's name was all right. "I later found out that many of the girl children that made it to and through that particular mission station, got 'nice' homes in the church's rectories in other states, where they were expected to keep the church and rectory clean for the privilege of eating table scraps in the scullery. The boys were kept on the station or other stations just like it and were expected to do all of the heavy work. "Half of girls who went out to the rectories ended up pregnant and got sent back to the missions, where they were beaten senseless everyday for getting pregnant and disgracing themselves (As if they had any choice in the matter.) and their babies were sent off to orphanages, where if they were lucky and not too black, they might be adopted. Otherwise they got some very basic schooling and training and when they turned sixteen they were chucked out to try and get a job. "Anyway Dad told us all to get out of the truck, gave us his water bag and the water bag from the cattle truck and told us to start walking back down the road towards the station and not to look back. A few minutes later we heard his truck start up and drive off in the other direction. Twenty minutes after that, he came up behind us and we all got on the tray, except for the baby and her mother, who got in the front with Dad. "When we got back to the homestead, Mum came out onto the verandah and asked Dad why he'd taken off like that. Then she saw us and nearly had a fit. We were covered from head to foot in snot, cow shit and piss. Dad told her part of what happened and she just started hugging and kissing each and every one of us. By the time she was finished she was nearly as filthy as we were. "Dad sent us off to the stockmen's quarters, with the native women who looked after the house and the stockmen's quarters, to get cleaned up, while he talked to her and half a dozen of the hunters, who'd come back and come over to see if the kids had come back to the station house with me. "By the time we were clean, everybody had disappeared except for one old woman who'd come from the camp to collect us kids. Mum came and got me about three hours later and I didn't see Dad until I got back from the waterhole the next day. "Two days later, the troopers turned up and started asking questions. Dad just acted stupid and said he'd never seen the missionaries. He showed them the cattle he still had in the yards and said he'd have to turn them out, as they were loosing condition and if these people couldn't turn up when they said they would, he wasn't going to do business with them again. "About a week after that, we heard the story that the men from the mission had somehow or other turned onto the wrong road, their truck had broken down and they'd wandered off into the desert. They had black trackers out looking for them, but all that they'd managed to find so far was their water bag. A week after that, it was written of as just another couple of idiots who didn't know enough to stay with their vehicle when it broke down." "Jesus Jane," My uncle breaths, "I knew things were bad for the blacks on those stations, but that's bloody barbaric." "Yes, well that station was one of the worst, but even the best of them became hell holes within a few of years of their establishment. Some idealistic young couple would usually establish a mission station somewhere for their church and after a while the church would use them as a place to dump people who were starting to cause a stink elsewhere. The young couple who started it all would either move on, or sometimes become as depraved as the scum who joined them. "Why is it that any large organisation moves it's trouble makers instead of getting rid of them?" she muses. "Probably because it's afraid of airing it's dirty laundry in public." I say, "After all it tarnishes ones image to admit that you've been harbouring criminals of the worst kind. Generally they've been up to no good for quite some time before somebody important enough to take seriously complains and by then, it might just come out that these people's activities have been known to the hierarchy for some time. Much better to just move them and keep an eye on them so that they can be moved again, before somebody else complains. And eventually, if they are a big enough embarrassment, shuttle them off to a place like these mission stations, where the public doesn't give a shit about the people they abuse." "You're right about that Geoff," James rumbles, "after all what are a few lives ruined, when compared to the bottom line. And churches make it even worse, because by their way of thinking the soul of the abuser is more important to them than the lives of their victims, especially if those lives belong to a few godless heathens and even if they're not, well it's their souls that are important and suffering is good for the soul." "That's stupid," Jimmy says heatedly, "If you keep on doing evil things to me, well I'd start doing them back or to other people weaker than me." "Exactly, the only suffering that's good for you is the sort that's imposed with a positive goal for the person doing the suffering in mind. Like exercise; if you are just trying to keep yourself fit, you stop when it starts to hurt, but if you are trying to be the best you can be, then you push yourself until it really hurts. "However if somebody else is the one that's doing the pushing, well they'll never really achieve their goal, you'll be faster or stronger but you won't be the best you can be. That's why we're talking to you instead of whaling the tar out of you like you deserve." "Well why do you kit me when I do something wrong?" Jimmy asks. "Because, you already know that it's wrong, the punishment is a reminder. Think about it for a minute; haven't we always made sure you understood why you were being punished, and that you felt you deserved the punishment before you got it?" "Most of the time," Jimmy answers, then grins, "except when I've been really asking for it." James grins back, "Yeah, well you already know had it coming, you were just trying to establish when. Right?" "Uh, right." "So until you know and I mean really know something is wrong, punishment is a waste of time. You've been believing that Aboriginals, and probably Asians and anyone else who isn't white and pretty much like you, are not as good as you. Until you stop thinking like that no amount of punishment is going to do any real good. "Now, do you understand what your mother has been trying to tell you?" "I think so, I shouldn't think that people are worse than me, because when I think like that, I think I can do whatever I like to them." Jimmy answers. "Close," his mother says, "Do you want to have a go at it Lena?" "When you start thinking like that you stop seeing people as people, you start thinking 'us' and 'them' and when you do that you can do whatever you like." She says. "Excellent, do you want to have a go at finishing it off Geoff?" Jane turns to me. "When you start thinking us and them, it usually starts out with little things like name calling and then you start pushing them out of the way or taking what should be theirs. After a while you start taking what they already have and beating them up, until eventually you kill someone. "And one of the worst things about thinking us and them, is that you keep adding more people to that list called 'them' until it doesn't matter who gets in your way, friends, family, anybody who isn't you. "It's a very easy way to think, because it's not really thinking at all, once the idea's in your head, you don't have to reason out why you don't like somebody and you can get straight down to getting your own way. If you have to hate somebody, have a damned good reason for hating them. "There's a very simple rule that you can follow: Do as you please, but try not to hurt other people doing it. All of the other rules are there to deal with people who break that rule. "Bravo." Jane applauds, "So Jimmy, are you ready to change the way you think about other people? Especially the people who were my constant companions for most of the first twenty years of my life." "No." he answers and waits until all eyes are turned on him in shock. "I already changed it, back when you told us about Grampa killing those arseholes. It's just everybody at school talked like that and I started to too, I tried so hard to fit in, that I forgot all those stories you used to tell us about going walkabout and everything." "Well think about the sort of friends that you want," Jane says seriously, "you'll be going to high school with Lena this year. Do you really want to be with the crowd that is so unsure of itself, that the people in it, have to keep on reminding themselves how much better than everybody else they are?" "Now who's for a swim?" she says, letting the subject drop, "We haven't had a bath in nearly three days and you four are a bit fragrant yourselves." Before her mother has finished talking, Katy is tearing at her clothes, quickly stripping down to her undies. Jimmy too, is quick to loose his T- shirt and he and his sister are out the door and heading across the grass before the rest of us have begun to move. As Jane and James head for their bedroom, Lena, my uncle and I go out onto the verandah. Surprisingly, Lena just drops her shorts and the jocks she is wearing in front of us and slips on her bikini bottoms. Then after giving us a cheeky waggle of her bottom, that matches her grin, she skips down the stairs and with her long legs flashing, runs down to the dam. Uncle Liam and I exchange startled glances, then pick up our shorts and head for the bathroom. Silently, we change and meet Jane and James as they come out of the house. Seeing the shorts and jocks on the deck, Jane simply picks them up and drapes them over the rail, as if finding the like was a common occurrence. Though she does comment on the damp state of Katy's nightshirt and raises her eyebrows at the skimpy knickers that she'd worn. "Oh, I said something she found hilarious and by the time she'd finished blowing oatmeal out of her nose, she decided it needed a wash." Uncle Liam explains. "Oh." By the time we arrive at the dam, the kids are involved in a game of underwater tag that they immediately break off, rushing us as we enter the water. "Torpedo!" Katy yells, tugging on my left hand. "Back flips!" is Lena's choice as she quite deliberately knocks my uncle flying. Fortunately for his well being her T-shirt this time is a dark navy blue, and while it clings and outlines the shape of her firm young breasts, at leat it is opaque. "Well Jimmy?" his father asks. "Back flips Dad." he replies. Jane has swum over to what remains of the island and is gently untangling debris from around the few remaining plants and straitening bent stems, sighing at the damage that the storm has wrought. As she steps up into the hole left by the roots of the willow tree, I note that the thin cotton shirt she is wearing clearly outlines, a small potbelly and large, slightly sagging breasts topped by dark areola nearly three inches in diameter. Below her shirt I get a glimpse of a dense mat of dark hair behind knickers at least as sheer as those worn by Katy that morning. A tug on my hand, draws my attention back to Katy, who is grinning like a maniac, her gaze flick briefly to her mother and back to me and she gives me a very deliberate wink. Winking back, I hold out my hand and let her get into position for a torpedo, then send her skimming across the water, burbling with delight. Two torpedos and half a dozen cannonballs later, she decides that she want's to dive from my shoulders. I take up my assigned position on the platform and allow her to step into my hand and from there to my shoulders. This time as her pussy passes my nose, I see only the merest hint of shape beneath the slightly baggy, canary yellow knickers I'd picked out for her earlier. She steadies herself for a few seconds on my shoulders, then launches herself almost vertically, slicing cleanly into the water only inches from the edge of the platform and leaving her knickers floating just below the surface. A couple of seconds later, she emerges from the water with them draped over her head. Grinning at having found a way to overcome my attempt to thwart her exhibitionistic tendencies, she grabs the edge of the platform and pushes of from the pole. She skims across the surface for a few metres, showing me her plump little mound. Then as her knickers begin to slide from her head she grabs them and ducks below the surface. As she strokes back towards me, her little bottom is once more encased in concealing fabric, though she has pulled her undies somewhat higher than the designers had intended. I try to frown at her as I haul her up onto the platform, but her cheeky grin is too infectious and I'm helpless to prevent the corners of my mouth quirking upwards in an answering smile. And when she lifts her foot to my shoulder, I discover that she has another surprise for me. The brazen little exhibitionist has slipped the leg band of her undies into the crease between her pussy lips. Gulping a little, I look down and away, haunted by her teasing giggle. Again, as she knifes into the water, she contrives to loose her knickers, but this time they are not so well behaved as to remain on the surface and she thrashes about in the water for several seconds before she finds them. She answers my teasing grin, by throwing the wet cloth in my face and in revenge, I drape them over the top of the pole and dive into the water, tagging her on the way past. "Your it." I tell her, when I rise to the surface. Jimmy and Lena immediately abandon their respective launchers, allowing my uncle and James to join Jane and settle back into the sun warmed water filling the hollow in the centre of the island. Their murmuring conversation seems to blend into the quiet hum of the bush, but it is not very long before the shrieks and laughter of Katy and Jimmy fill the air, and even Lena soon looses consciousness of her advanced years, her voice rising shrilly as Katy gooses her from below. A few minutes later, Jane calls out to her daughter, "Katy, just what are your knickers doing up there?" "Geoff put them there." Katy answers with a giggle. "She threw them in my face." I say defensively. "Oh that's all right then." Jane says and turns back to her conversation. "I poke my tongue out at her and say, "You're still it." She comes at me beneath the surface and I dive deep into the freezing bottom waters of the dam, coming up behind her and swimming away. Abandoning me, she goes after her brother, who has drifted too close to her and rises to the surface, with a victorious shout. She swims off towards Lena, who bobs up and down near the diving platform and after giving her the mandatory five seconds head start, Jimmy dives towards them. Suddenly the girls start squabbling over which one of them Jimmy tagged first and a moment later Katy emerges from the fray, swinging Lena's T- shirt victoriously over her head. As a red faced Lena lunges at her, she takes careful aim and the T-shirt joins her knickers on top of the pole. Lena dives on a madly giggling Katy to extract her revenge, but when a moment later she attempt a mad one armed dash for escape, I realise that Katy has gone for her bikini bottoms and before I can intervene, she comes up twirling them on a finger. Then just as a furiously blushing Lena reaches for them, she flicks them onto the dam bank, just far enough from the water's edge that Lena would have to show all to retrieve them. Deciding that discretion is the better part of valour, I join the other adults in their warm hollow. Together we watch in amusement as Jimmy cheerfully ignores all of Lena's entreaties for him to get them back for her. A moment later his grin disappears, as she an Katy exchange looks and advance on him. He frantically backpedals for a few metres then realises that he has now trapped himself in shallow water and greatly reduced his chances of escape. A moment later his chances are reduced to zero as Lena's feet touch bottom and his eyes lock on her wobbling breasts as they emerge from the water. Blushing, she continues her advance and pounces on him, pinning him in the shallows. She says something to him that makes him stops kicking his legs and he submissively allows Katy to pull his shorts and underwear from his hips. Waving them triumphantly, she heaves them onto the bank. "Somehow or other I don't think we're going to see much in the way of swimwear around here after this." James notes with a grin a minute later, as the three children return to their game, now totally unconcerned by their lack of attire. "Come on Geoff." Lena calls with a wicked grin as she swims past, the white flash of her bottom just visible beneath the surface. "Yeah, come on Geoff." Katy chimes in as I shake my head. "Uh-uh," I say, "I like my pants just where they are." "Chicken." Jane taunts me. "I will if you will." I throw back at her. "What join in or take my clothes off?" she teases. "Either." I return, wondering just how far she is prepared to take it. A moment later I find out, as she begins to unfasten the buttons of her shirt. "Well?" I turn my eyes to James for guidance, but he just grins at my discomfort and starts talking to my uncle about concreting the creek bed where their driveway crosses it. 'Well if he wants it like that.' I think, 'So be it.' I lift my hips and slip my shorts and jocks down my legs and hold them up for Jane to see. She just shrugs her shirt from her shoulders and while I am distracted, she snatches my pants from my hand and throws them onto the grass and a moment later tosses her knickers on top. "Well?" she asks, drawing her shoulders back and facing me squarely. "You were wrong Jane." I say, "You're still worth a second glance." "What, even with that to compete with?" she asks waving at Lena, who is preparing to dive from the platform. "Well maybe not," I answer, "but you don't have brothers who straighten crowbars across the back of their necks." "Point taken." she laughs, she then turns to her husband and my uncle, " Well you two, ready to shed a few years and join the kids?" James is the first to toss his shorts on top of the growing pile on the bank and with a muttered "Oh hell!" my uncle's soon follow. It is only when Jane stands up and steps over the rim of the crater, that the kids notice the pile of clothing on the bank and swim over to line up a few feet away grinning like madmen, waiting to see who will be the first of the menfolk to break. The tension, brings a stirring to my groin and I decide to move before I dare not. 'Dignity.' I think, rising without haste and stepping after Jane, who regards me approvingly from her position at the end of the line. I take up station at the other end of the line beside Katy and turn just in time to watch Uncle Liam scuttle over the rim, to the tune of the kid's giggles. James waits, showmanlike, for my uncle to plunge into the water before moving. On the other side of Katy, Lena gasps at the impressive slab of meat that swings between his legs, its circumcised head brushing his thigh well below the level of his pendulous balls. As I involuntarily look towards the source of the sound, Katy turns her head towards me and very deliberately licks her lips. She then pokes me in the chest and squeals, "You're it!" before leading the scattering pack away from me. I give them a few seconds to disperse then plunge beneath the surface, heading after Jane as I figure that she'll be the easiest to catch. Surprisingly she shows considerable agility in the water and when I return to the surface, she is quite some distance away. Jimmy however, is not so lucky and once again, he lets himself be cornered on the far side of the dam. The game goes on for a few minutes longer, but it soon becomes obvious, that with so many people in the water the game is too easy. As an alternative, Katy suggests tilting at each other on the pole running from the bank to the diving platform. We quickly establish the rules of engagement, deciding that Katy and Jimmy should lead off the tournament and the winner of each engagement should take on the next oldest in line. I'm unsurprised when Katy quickly polishes off her brother. Grabbing his right arm, she pulls him towards herself then applies pressure to the outside of his elbow, forcing him to unlock his legs and fall away from her. The match with Lena is however much closer and I enjoy the sight of her violently bobbling breasts for quite some time before Katy manages to shift Lena's centre of gravity enough to overbalance her. Lena does drag Katy down with her but Katy is declared the victor and it is my turn to face her. Feeling confident, I straddle the pole near the bank and work my way out along it. But by the time I make it into position, I'm feeling a little less sure of myself, as the surface of the dry old timber has been worn smooth as glass by the passage of many feet. It also has a slightly greasy texture, brought about by a thin film of algae growing on the timber. My stay on the log is even briefer than Jimmy's was. As I extend my arms to grapple with Katy, she grabs the wrist of one in both hands, locks her legs about the log and falls off. The next thing I know, I'm bobbing in the water and Katy is hanging with her head submerged, but less than ten seconds later, she is back astride the log and waiting for my uncle. Him, she psychs out. Arching her back, she appears to be trying to hook his legs with her foot, but is actually reaching for his eyes with her upthrust pussy. He falls from the log before contact is even made. Finally it is her father's turn, Jane having declined her turn, saying that her boobs make her too top heavy for this sort of thing. At last Katy has met her match; James a veteran of many such battles, uses his greater height and reach to simply pluck her off the log and drop her in the water. However his stay on the log is brief. As he shakes his hands over his head in self congratulation, Jane grabs an ankle and unceremoniously dumps him in the water. Next comes jousting, on the shelf of mud, which runs along the side of the dam furthest from the house. Again Jane sits this one out, electing to judge the contest and ensure that no fouls are committed. Jimmy teams up with his father, Katy with me and Lena with my uncle as her steed. First up, Katy and I square off against Lena and my uncle, and we win when we get between them and the bank and force Uncle Liam to step back off the edge of the shelf. She again wins against her father and brother, unseating Jimmy in exactly the same fashion that she had forced him from the pole. But that is her last win, as this time when we square off against Lena and Uncle Liam, they refuse to be pushed far enough from the bank to allow us inside them and the girls grapple, rocking back and forth seeking that little extra bit of purchase, that will allow them to topple their opponent. Katy soon becomes distracted by her prominent clit rubbing against the back of my neck and as her coordination goes, Lena quickly unseats her. Then when she and Jimmy face off, he allows himself to become distracted by her bobbing breasts. He misses his grapple and Lena quickly pushes him off his father's shoulders. Katy, already aroused by their previous encounter, begins this bout at a serious disadvantage, and within seconds Lena has the strength draining from her limbs. The final bout between, Lena and Jimmy turns out to be a no contest. Lena shimmies violently, shaking her firm young breasts at him and he literally throws himself from his fathers shoulders, his crimson face as he surfaces a clear indicator, that his abrupt dismount had arisen from a desire to hide his growing erection from his father. Jane upholds his protest against Lena's techniques, declaring that she had used unauthorised weaponry and awards the point to him. And with a quizzical look at Katy, which indicates that she at least suspects the reason for her uncharacteristic clumsiness, she declares the contest over. Final score: Lena three, Katy two and Jimmy one. James then blots his copybook by jokingly saying, "Maybe you should have allowed Lena's methods, because that way, when you and I took on Geoff and Liam you could have just beaten him senseless." "If you think I'm going to get up on your shoulders after a crack like that," she begins, her voice barely audible over the kids laughter. However she doesn't stay mad for long, and as Uncle Liam and I diplomatically turn our tails and run, her throaty chuckles join the children's. "Oh, you cowards," Jane calls after us, still chuckling, "you can come back now." "Are you sure?" I ask, "I wouldn't want cauliflower ears." "Well I might give you a fat lip, but yeah you're safe. Actually I think it's about time we got out, I'm getting witches feet," she picks up one foot, showing us it's wrinkled sole. "and I think we really should get Lena's tits out of the sun before they get any redder." We all look at the aforementioned features; where the once white skin, has taken on a distinct rosy glow, unconnected with the flush, brought on by our attention, that descends from her cheeks. Jane sends Lena up to the house and me to collect the knickers and T-shirt from the top of the pole as the others move about the perimeter of the dam collecting various articles of clothing and rinsing them in the water. Then carrying our wet clothes, we follow Lena up to the house, stopping along the way while Jane pulls a sawtoothed leaf from a cactus like plant. Shaking her head, she sighs at the storm wrought devastation of her garden beds. As we near the steps, Katy looks speculatively at the rapidly drying mud pit, but a warning growl from James is enough to send her scurrying ahead of us up the stairs. When the rest of us reach the verandah, we find Lena gingerly patting at her sunburned breasts with a towel, her face grimacing at the pain. "Here Lena, this should fix your problem." Jane says, holding up the cactus leaf. "What are going to do, chop them off?" Lena asks, smiling wanly at her own joke. "No silly," Jane replies, "it's aloe vera, I'll squeeze the juice out for you and you can rub it in. It should stop the skin from blistering." With towels wrapped sarong style about our waists, we all troop inside. Lena and Jane stay in the kitchen to attend to her hurts and the rest of us move through to the lounge. When Katy and Jimmy begin to fight over the single available seat on the couch, James settles the matter by ordering them to behave and sit on the mattress. A few minutes later Jane and Lena come in carrying beer for the adults and softdrinks for the kids. Lena's bare breasts glisten wetly from the coating of cactus juice and from her expression, she is obviously in considerably less distress than she had been only a few minutes earlier. As Jane returns to the kitchen, Lena drops to the couch between my uncle and myself and Katy and her brother turn towards us to talk with Lena. As they talk, Katy lifts her bum clear of the mattress and pulls her towel from around her waist. Then sitting tailor fashion, she begins to dry her hair, at one point concealing her face from Uncle Liam with the towel and winking at me and Lena. She too is having fun, occasionally crossing and uncrossing her legs, giving poor Jimmy the impression that her towel might just slip enough to give him a glimpse of what it hides. By the time Jane returns with a couple of bowls full of savoury biscuits, he is rather unsuccessfully trying to hide a hardon, brought about by his mind filling in details of what his eyes can't quite see. A moment later, Katy drops the towel and picks up a hairbrush. Handing it to me, she plunks herself down in my lap with her legs outside mine. As I go to work on Katy's long wheaten hair, Lena picks up the towel and roughly scrubs the moisture from her curls. Then taking up the other brush, she forces my startled uncle's knees apart and sits on the floor between. "I thought you hated brushing hair." he says to me, patting ineffectually at Lena's riot of curls. "No, actually I love it, "I answer, "but Mum makes a chore of it and that, I don't like at all." "Here," Lena grasps his wrist and pulls the brush into her hair, "Like this." As my uncle, begins to brush Lena's hair with more confidence and authority, she presses her head into his strokes, arching her back, and pulling her knees up, until Jimmy abruptly turns away and throws himself onto his belly with a groan. Jane chuckles at her son's discomfiture, causing him to blush and let out a strangled, "Mum!" This only causes her to laugh harder and the rest of us to join in. Having embarrassed Jimmy enough, our conversation turns to the storm and the damage that it wrought in town. As we talk, I continue to brush Katy's hair, enjoying it's silken caress as I run my fingers through it. Finally though, it is so dry, that it begins to crackle with electricity and stands out from her head in a diaphanous cloud. Katy takes the brush from me and puts it on the coffee table, then stretches out on the couch with her feet in my uncles lap and her head on her arms in mine. "Scratch my back please?" she asks. As soon as Katy makes her request, Lena, pushes Katy's feet out of the way and lifts herself onto the couch between my uncle's knees, saying, "Me too." Katy shivers and snuggles deeper into my lap as I trail my fingernails from the base of her skull down to the top of the crease separating her buttocks and back. At first I keep my touch light, almost teasing, to sensitise the nerves of her back. Every now and then more shivers run up and down her spine and she makes occasional little noises of contentment. At first my uncle's touch is a little tentative and Lena says, "Geoff's much better than you. Watch him. Ah, that's it." A little latter she adds, "Do my sides too." "Further silly, the sticky bits'll tell you when to stop." Glancing sideways, I notice that my uncle is looking a little wild about the eyes, as his fingers follow her instructions. Luckily for him, Lena's usual swimwear is quite modest and his fingertips just brush the beginning of the swell of her breasts, before encountering the sticky aloe vera that coats the sunburnt area. As I continue to work my fingers up and down Katy's back and increase the pressure, her murmurs and sighs of contentment become more frequent and Jane is moved to say, "I hope you're taking notes Dear, I want some of that." Getting up from her chair, she tugs her husband to his feet and with a nudge of her foot, pushes Jimmy to one side. She drops to the mattress, pulling James down beside her and turns her head towards us as she lies down. Soon she too is murmuring contentedly. In front of us, Jimmy looks on enviously, until Lena giggles and says, "Get the pouf Jimmy, I'll do your back for you." For several minutes, the only sounds to be heard are, soft moans and sighs and it comes, almost as a shock, when Jane breaks the silence. "Mm, I'm starting think we should do this more often." "What monkey grooming?" James asks, smiling. "Yeah, that too. No get naked," she replies, "after all, that's what got this started. That and Geoff rubbing his hands all over half naked little girls while we were gone." "Hey I resemble that remark." I protest, as Lena gives an embarrassed little giggle. Katy just murmurs contentedly. "Obviously." Jane says with a smile, "You do this often, or has your mum made this a chore too?" "Not as often as I'd like and yes, she's spoiled this too." I reply. Once again we lapse into silence and a couple of minutes later, I begin searching for the pressure points on either side of the base of Katy's spine. Finding them, I dig my thumbs in and watch the muscles of Katy's buttocks clench and relax and then a ripple of contractions run up her spine. As the ripple passes over her shoulder blades, she gives vent to a moan of almost orgasmic proportions. When I look up, I find that all eyes except Katy's are turned on me and Jane asks softly, enviously, "What the hell did you just do?" "What this?" I grin, pressing again and watching Katy's back ripple, drawing another blissful moan from her. "Yes THAT!" Jane says, "What's it feel like Katy?" "Wunnerful." Katy murmurs blissfully. "Oh, it's just a little something I picked up along the way." I say airily. "Just a little something huh?" Jane say mock dangerously, "Well put that disgustingly happy offspring of mine down and show James what to do." Katy protests softly as I gently slide out from underneath her and lower her to the couch. "What you have to do," I say, taking up station opposite James, "is get your subject totally relaxed. Uh Jane, I need to get a bit lower on your back." James reaches to roll down the top of the towel about his wife's hips, but she beats him to it and with a quick tug, she throws the towel aside. "O.K.," I say, "Start with feather touches first. It makes the skin more sensitive." James begins on his side motioning me take the other. After a few seconds of us lightly dragging our nails and fingertips over Jane's back, she says, "It also, itches like crazy." "I know," I reply, grinning fiendishly, "it's supposed to. Now be quiet and let us work." Working together, James and I cover every square inch of Jane's back and flanks and we soon have her muscles twitching spasmodically under our touch, and she's ready for the next phase. "Now, increase the pressure." I tell James, suiting my actions to my words. As soon as my fingernails begin to dig in, Jane sighs with relief and contentment, and the tension visibly flows from her muscles, except for a knotted group to one side of the small of her back. When James goes to dig his fingers into them, I shake my head and indicate that he should continue as we had been doing. He looks at me and raises his eyebrows, but resumes his scratching. A couple of minutes later, I push his hands aside and find the right spots, but instead of pressing, I take James hands and guide his thumbs into position. "Now press." I tell him. Beginning in her buttocks, the ripples run up Janes back, as they reach the knotted muscles, there is a quiet crackling pop and when they pass the knotted muscles have relaxed with the rest. Jane moans blissfully and almost seems to melt into the mattress as she relaxes completely. A few seconds later she rolls onto her side and looks at me strangely, "Just a little something?" Jane asks incredulously of the audience that has gathered around us to watch. "The best damned thing this side of the sheets and he calls it 'Just a little something'." A moment later a look of surprise crossed her face and she exclaims, "Hey it's gone!" "Of course." I say dismissively. "'Of course.', he says!" Jane exclaims rising to her knees, "You gets rid of a back ache that's been nagging me for weeks and that's all you have to say?" "Of course." I grin. "Grrr! Get him girls." Jane says, and all three of them bear me down to the mattress. "Your turn." she says, snatching my towel away and slapping my butt. Three sets of fingernails begin to trace the lines of my back, making my skin crawl and they soon have me writhing in delicious agony. For several minutes, they continue to tease me and when their nails finally dig into my back, my groan of relief is almost explosive in it's intensity. Some minutes later their hands leave me and I feel James grasp my hips, briefly search for the right spot and dig his thumbs in. The feelings, as the wave of contraction and release flows up my spine, are indescribable, it's almost as if my back is having an orgasm. Almost as soon as the surge of pleasure crawls over my scalp, Katy's hands replace her father's and another blissful ripple washes over me. Lena's hands replace Katy's and a third orgiastic rush hit's me. Jane, my uncle and finally Jimmy take their turns, leaving me totally enervated and as limp as a wet dishrag. "Is it still, 'Just a little something?'" Jane asks. I answer with a groan and she chuckles cruelly. Finally, I recover enough to roll over and sit up and Jane asks, "Where did you learn to do that anyway?" "One of the mothers from my mother's dance classes does physio." I tell her, "I twisted my back when I was setting up the stage for their end of year display and she did that to me. She reckons, that for minor problems, this is just as good as massage, she doesn't get sore wrists and as an added bonus it feels great. And," I continue, "anybody can do it." Just then the phone rings, and Katy cheekily says, "Time to brush your teeth Geoff." "Hello." Jane answers the phone, "Yes, we're fine." "Yes they're still here. We had a swim and now we're having a couple of beers." "How about you come over here for a barbie." "No, it's my way of saying thankyou to Geoff for looking after the girls." "O.K., you do that. See you then. Bye." Jane hangs up and looks at us, "O.K. you lot get decent. Liam, go and pick your sister up. You might want to bring a few of deckchairs too." A minute later, Lena makes a pained little sound and I look up. She has already put on a pair of shorts and begun putting on a T-shirt. But there she has been forced to stop, her hands holding the fabric of the T-shirt bunched up above her breasts. "Jane!" I call. Jane comes to the door of her bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of Knickers and a bra. "Houston we have a problem." she murmurs. "Come with me Lena, we'll see what we can do. The rest of you finish getting dressed." We hastily comply, though Katy ignores the pair of knickers I hold out to her and wearing nothing but a crop top and a smile, she goes out onto the verandah. A few moments later she returns wearing her flower power skirt. A few minutes later, Jane and James emerge with a somewhat sheepish and still bare breasted Lena. "Where's your uncle?" Jane asks. "He's already left." I tell her. "Damn!" she says, "We still have a problem and he probably knows more about your mother's wild days than you. But I guess you'll have to do. What do you think her reaction's going to be when she sees Lena walking about like this?" "We'll I know she's done a bit of topless sunbathing when I was younger. But she hasn't done it for a few years now." I say, then grin, "I guess she stopped about the same time I began to starch the sheets." Jane laughs at this, and asks, "So you're saying it should be all right?" "No guarantees," I reply, "but yeah, it should be O.K." "O.K. then, now that's settled;" Jane says, "Geoff you help James set up the barbecue. Jimmy the torches, then you and Geoff can take some wood down to the dam. Girls you come with me." She stops her husband in the doorway, "Oh and take the big tarp down for the kids to sit on." *** "You have grown up haven't you?" my mother comments, nodding toward where three naked kids are standing in the water at the edge of the dam, illuminated by the ruddy light of the setting sun, exhorting me to join them. "In a minute." I yell, waving to them. "What do you mean Mum?" "That Lena," she says, "Two months ago you were drooling over girls her age." "I never..." "Don't try that one on me." she cuts me off, "I know why you suddenly got so eager to help with my Display. Last year, I damned near had to drag you up to the town hall until after the first stage rehearsal, and then after you saw my intermediates dance group at work, YOU were the one waiting at the door for me." "I think it has more to do with self preservation than anything else Jodi." Jane puts in from her chair. "How's that?" "He's seen the way her brothers straighten crowbars." Jane laughs. "Oh?" my mother raises her eyebrows. "Like this." Jane mimes holding something across the back of her neck and pulling her hands forward. "They don't?" my mother asks incredulously. "They do." Jane confirms, "They're built like a whole row of brick shithouses. I've seen them change a tire on a Landrover without a jack." "Anyway they've got him so scared, he prefers to look at me." she says with a grin. "Huh?" "Oh, didn't I tell you that bit?" Jane asks, knowing full well, that all she had said earlier was that the kids had been skinny dipping. "After Geoff took Katy's knickers." "Geoff!" my mother yelps. "Jane!" I protest at the same time, "You know damned well she threw them at me." "O.K." she laughs, "Anyway after Geoff hung them on the pole out there. They started playing tag and Katy ended up pulling Lena's clothes off. They then turned on Jimmy and your coward of a son here came and hid behind us in what's left of the island there. "The kids came after him and I teased him, so he challenged me. I thought he'd back down when I started to unbutton my shirt, but he just held up his pants. "When I was younger I never had much time for clothes. So much so, that when I married James and we moved to Darwin, I shocked the hell out of the neighbours by walking out to the mailbox stark naked on more than one occasion. It took James for ever to explain that you just didn't do things like that in the big smoke. "You see up until I met James, I'd lived all my life on a cattle station up in the Territory and any time I wasn't doing school work, I was running wild with the aboriginal kids. After I'd given my clothes away a few times, Mum just made me leave them behind. "Well a bit earlier today, I'd told everybody a story about a rather unpleasant incident that happened when I was a kid and when Geoff held up his pants, it reminded me of some of the good times. I snatched them from his hand and tossed them away and a couple of minutes later the whole lot of us were skinny dipping. I hadn't felt that free in years. "You know, your parents have a lot to answer for." she calls out to her husband, who is drinking with Uncle Liam. "Why's that?" he calls back. "Them convincing me that nudity's a sin." she answers. "Though I never really gave it much credence." she says, turning back to my mother, "I just went through the motions to keep them happy and let the kids do as they pleased. But the motions became habits and I've got Geoff to thank for helping me out of that rut." "Yeah well, my parents were never as easy as yours," my mother says, "but after I was divorced, my neighbour convinced me to sunbathe topless with her on the roof. She said it was a sure fire way of getting a man's attention, letting him look down the neck of my dress so he could see the tan kept on going." "Yeah Geoff told me about that, when I asked him how shocked you'd be, by Lena." Grinning at me she adds, "He said you stopped when he started starching the sheets." My mother giggles at my embarrassed look and says, "As a matter of fact, it was because we moved to a parochial, little country town. It's just a coincidence that his voice broke at the same time. "Actually I never knew he was peeking or I would have stopped earlier." she turns a halfway stern look on me. "How did you manage that trick anyway?" she asks, "I wouldn't do it until Coral pointed out the nearest vantage point was a radio tower over a mile away." "Do you remember my grade four science project?" I ask? "Not really." she begins, then her eyes widen, "The periscope?" Jane chuckles, "Never underestimate the ingenuity of a curious boy. If you'd just done it out in the backyard he would have ignored you after the first day or so. But you had to hide up on the roof, so of course he had to find out what you were hiding." "I guess you're right." Mum say ruefully. "Never underestimate a boy's entrepreneurial nature either." I say, leaving it hanging. "Why you little shit!" she exclaims loud enough to attract James' and my uncle's attention. "What's he done now?" Uncle Liam asks. "Not now, back when we were living in Melbourne. He was selling peeks at my boobs." she tells him. "Coral's actually," I say, examining my nails, "hers were much bigger. And they weren't peeks, I got twenty cents for five minutes. How did you think I paid for all of those models and things?" In the face of the laughter that assaults her from all sides, her ire melts and she begins to chuckle herself. "How did you keep Andrew quiet? I don't suppose he was that interested in looking." "I doubled his pocket money." I answer. "You could buy a lot of lollies for fifty cents back then." Just then, Katy leans over me, dripping water in my face. "Are you coming?" she asks. "Go on get out of here." my mother says. "O.K. stop dripping." I say to Katy, pushing her out of the way and sitting up. Discarding my shirt, I rise to follow her and my mother sees a chance to get some of her own back. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asks sweetly. "No. What?" "You're in Rome now boy." she says, "What do you do when you're in Rome?" "As the Romans do." I answer. Dropping my shorts, I stand there squarely facing my mother, waiting calmly. "Go on, git." she finally says, turning her head away. "Here, light the torches." James says, chuckling as he pulls a burning brand from the fire beneath the barbecue. Taking the brand, I quickly light the torches protruding from the ground and the air fills with the sweet odour of citronella. Then after thrusting the brand back into the fire, I allow Katy to take my hand and lead me down to the dam. "What was everybody laughing at?" Jimmy asks as I wade out into the water. "Oh Mum just found out I used to sell peeks at her boobs when I was a kid." I answer. "I wouldn't mind seeing them myself." he answers. I notice some movement up inside the ring of torches and say, "Well here's your chance." then raising my voice, "It's twenty cents for five minutes." "Geoff!" my mother yelps as the other's laugh. A minute or so later they all troop down towards us, naked as the day they were born. Silhouetted by the light from the torches, the details of their bodies are a fairly indistinct, but for a brief moment I see my mother turn sideways and the outline of her small, fist sized breasts, surmounted by erect nipples the size and shape of small thimbles. "Hm,' I wonder, 'what's gotten her so excited?' Over the next half hour or so, we horse around in the water, throwing the kids and my tiny mother about. A couple of times even, my uncle and I team up to toss Jane. Like schoolchildren given an unexpected holiday, we adults break out totally. We take an even greater delight than the kids in ducking anybody in reach, until they finally retreat in disarray to the still warm water filling the crater in the island. Well, we're not going to let them get away with that. En-mass, we descend upon them and drag them kicking a screaming back into the fray for target practice. As the first odd man out, I climb onto the diving platform while the others hold their giggling victims, who do not struggle too strenuously, in front of them, though Katy is still slippery enough to require both my mother and my uncle to hold her. I survey the semi-circle of laughing faces arrayed before me for a few seconds, then launch myself into a 'headache' right in the middle of them. I trade off with my uncle for the possession of Katy's right arm, and a few moment's later he swamps us with a 'honey-pot'. When my mother climbs up onto the platform and turn to face us, I'm so surprised to see the flickering light of the torches, reflected from bare skin at the juncture of her thighs, that I forget to duck when she launches herself and Katy almost manages to wrench her hand free before I recover. We continue playing, 'drench the kid' for a couple more rounds, until Jane decides we've gotten enough of our own back and it's time to start cooking. After drying each other off, with a lot of giggling and squealing, Jane sends me and the kids up to the house to bring back the meat and salads. When we return, we find the older folks sucking on brews and laughing at some joke. Imperiously, they order us to set things up on the cable drum, which James had had the foresight to peg to the ground, and bring the meat over to James and my uncle, who say that only men have the proper skills needed to barbecue meat. Uncle Liam then decides that since I have reached my eighteenth birthday and I'm now officially a man, it's time that I learnt the arcane art of burning meat. Handing me a beer, they begin delivering instruction, cheerfully contradicting each other at every turn. Occasionally they permit me the great honour of turning a sausage or two and then show me how to do it, as they berate me for my lack of technique. Finally though the meat is done to their satisfaction and after dumping it on plates, we retire to our deckchairs, as James cheerfully notes that, "Serving is 'women's work' and get me another beer." "Do you want to eat it or wear it?" Jane asks sweetly, "Jimmy, get your father a beer, and I'll have one too." A couple of minute later Katy hands me my meal and sits down tailor fashion between my feet to eat hers. Seeing this, Lena leaves Jimmy alone on the tarp and appropriates the foot of my uncle's deckchair. He sits there for a moment then looks up at my mother and asks, "Can I sit on your chair too Mrs. Lyndon?" "Sure she replies, making enough room between her feet for him. After we've finish eating and tossed the bones on the fire, James levers the hotplate off the fire and builds it up to a roaring blaze. After handing out another round of beers, he reclines his deckchair and lies down as the rest of us do the same. When Katy returns from piling our plates on the cable drum, she pulls my knees up for a backrest and plumps down on my stomach. Jane immediately abandons her seat to sit between her husband's legs and recline against his chest and Lena copies Katy with my uncle. Grinning, my mother says, "I think you owe Geoff twenty cents Jimmy." and as we laugh at his embarrassment she pulls him around and cushions his head on her shoulder. As the night progresses, we regale each other with tales of our younger days, or in the case of the kids, who don't want to get themselves into trouble, tales of their friend's more adventurous exploits. Every now and then one or the other of the kids get sent off for more beer and we watch in amusement as they 'sneak' a mouthful before returning. As the beer does it's work and tongues get loosened, the older folk begin telling tales on us. Mum tells of the time I came home so drunk I was unable to stand up and threw up all over the kitchen floor, when she tried to scold me. When Jane asks of my punishment, Mum tells her, "I made him clean it up. With a bucket and cloth. He threw up three more times before he had nothing more to get rid of and even then he dry heaved for nearly half an hour." Jane comes back with the time she caught Katy and Jimmy smoking cigarettes and how she'd made them smoke the entire packet, making them probably as sick as me. Lena looks on smugly, sure in the knowledge that there was no-one to tell tales on her, when my Uncle says, "When I came to get Geoff this morning, I found all three of them curled up in bed together and Lena was stuck to his back like a limpet." As everybody turns their eyes on the flustered youngster sitting on his stomach, I divert their attention by asking, "Well who was it that literally ripped Katy's shorts off and stripped her naked in front of me and Lena?" Suddenly all eyes are turned on him and my mother cries, "Liam you didn't?" "What happened?" Jane asks in a deceptively soft voice. "Oh, Katy was giving him a kiss goodbye and when she let go, his watchband got caught up in her shorts. They tore and the next thing he knew, he was holding a half naked little girl and when she realised what had happened she dropped, and slipped out of her windcheater as well." With this, the tension that had briefly filled the air, disappears like a popped soap bubble and every one bursts out laughing at my sheepishly grinning uncle. Not long after that the party breaks up and after dousing the fire and guttering torches, we carry everything up to the house by the silvery light of the moon. Then, still comfortably naked, we settle down for a final cup of tea; Jane in her husband's lap, Jimmy squeezed into Jane's chair with my mother and Lena and Katy curled up atop my uncle and myself on the couch. Then, our drinks finished, the kids escort us to the creek and my uncles car. Tonight, both girls kiss me and my Uncle goodnight and Jimmy shyly accepts a kiss from my mother. More than a little under the weather, my uncle drives us home at the stately pace of fifteen kilometres an hour and then gets bogged at the foot of the dam wall, leaving us to finish the last hundred yards or so on unsteady legs. It is only when we stumble up onto the verandah and flick on the light that we realise that we'd left our clothes behind. Though, I had had the presence of mind to bring the bag containing my clothes and other incriminating evidence home with me. Somehow or other, it seems different under the harsh, artificial, white glare of the fluorescent light and after a brief chuckle at our foolishness, we quickly separate and go to our rooms. The next morning we dress and sit down to breakfast and as if by tacit agreement, we say nothing of the previous night, instead our talk once more turns to the subject of the storm and the quickest way of helping the Sheads get a roof back over their heads. One thing I do notice though, is that my mother now treats me on a par with Uncle Liam and herself, no longer suffocating me with her attentions. Chapter 13 - INTRODUCING MARA. A few days after the storm I'm standing on the verandah of my uncle's house looking out over his dam when I hear a truck rumbling off in the distance, a minute later I hear it stop at the gate, then start up again, now it's coming down the track towards the house. A rather beaten up 4WD Landrover truck soon appears and parks on the other side of the house near the stairs. I head through the bedroom, Shaking my uncle awake, "You've got visitors." I tell him. He peers at me through one barely opened eye and asks "Who is it?" "I don't know, they're in an old 4WD truck?" "Shit! That'll be Carl, Sherry and their kids. They said they might come down this week. Go and meet them while I get up." I hear the doors of the truck slam and I go out to stand at the top of the stairs. Standing next to the cab is a balding man in his late twenties and built like a brick shithouse, on the other side coming around the front of the truck is a pretty, slender, blonde woman, who looks to be no more than twenty years old. Suddenly a bundle with too many arms and legs erupts over the tailgate, lands on the grass and starts rolling about, shrill cries of "Won't" "Will too" emerge from something that looks remarkably like the fighting cats and dogs on 'Loony tunes'. Carl strides over and thrusts his hands into the whirling mass, when he withdraws them and straightens up he has a struggling child dangling by their ankle from each of his meaty paws. In the left he has a small boy, blonde and about five years old, in the other a girl of about seven, also blonde, with her dress rucked up in her armpits and cute little knickers with a kitten on the front. Just then she notices me standing at the top of the stairs, she frantically tries to hold her dress up to cover herself and her face turns a deep shade of crimson. Carl gives them a little shake and the girl looses control of her dress and it falls once more, this time she elects for the ostrich approach and hides her face in the skirt. Lifting the boy so that they are eye to eye, Carl asks, "O.K., what's this all about?" "She hit me!" the little boy cries. An indignant face appears for a moment, "He tried to take my book and he ripped it." she shrills, then catching me looking at her, hides her face again. "She was in my way an' she wouldn't move." Carl looks under the canopy into the back of the truck then sets the girl on the ground pinning her with a foot on her belly before she can wriggle away. Tucking the boy under his arm Carl delivers three measured blows to his son's rear. "That's for snatching." "That's for tearing the book." "And that's for fighting." He sets the boy on his feet, who's hands immediately fly to cover his behind and start rubbing furiously, his face screwed up in an effort not to cry. Carl stoops to retrieve his daughter and secures her under his arm, pinning her hands when she tries to cover her backside with them. She receives two slaps on the taught white cotton covering her rear. "That's for hitting." "And that's for fighting." She too is set on her feet, her hands rubbing under her skirt, her embarrassment is so great that I believe she barely felt the blows land. Setting his hands on the children's shoulders her steers them to stand before him and his wife at the bottom of the stairs and they all look up at me, though the girl's gaze quickly drop to examine her toes. "Uh, Hi! I'm Geoff, Liam's nephew, he asked me to greet you while he got up, He's on afternoon shift this week." I explain. "Hi Geoff, I'm Carl and this is my wife Sherry." He introduces himself and his family, "And these two hellions are Mara and Mike." he taps each on the top of the head as he says their names. Mara's face flushes again as she peeps shyly up at me. Standing still I get a better look at them, Mara has a round, pale face liberally sprinkled with freckles across the bridge of her button nose, she is a little on the chubby side but it is only puppy fat which should soon disappear. Mike is positively scrawny but is obviously full of energy as he bounces from one foot to the other. Mike chirps a bright, "Hi Geoff." at me and turns to his father, "Can I go see the horses dad?" "No, you're in disgrace, I've a good mind to lock you both in the back of the truck." his father replies. "Why don't you all come on up, I'll make us all a drink while Uncle Liam's getting up. The kids fly up the stairs, their parents following at a more sedate pace. I get them settled in the lounge, Carl making the kids sit at opposite ends of the couch. I take their orders and move into the kitchen to put the kettle on, I get the cups ready and return to the lounge. We make small talk for a couple of minutes until the kettle starts whistling, just as my uncle comes in. Leaving his guests to him, I go and make the drinks, Sherry sends Mara with me to help carry them. The drinks made, I get some cold water from the fridge, pour two glasses of cordial and hand them to Mara. saying, "Do you think you can give one of these to your brother without throwing it in his face?" She gives me a shy nod. I pick up two mugs in each hand and follow her into the lounge. We distribute our burdens and I take a seat between the children on the couch, they quickly polish off their cordial and are soon looking bored at the talk of the adults. I take pity on them and turn to Mara, "Why don't you go and get your book and I'll help you fix it." I say. Then to Mike, "After that we might just go and see the horses. If it's all right with your mum and dad." "You don't have to." Sherry tells me. "It's no trouble." I say, "And the longer they sit here her bigger the explosion when you do release them." "True," she says, "O.K. kids you can go, but no fighting." With shrieks of delight they bounce off the couch and scurry out the door, they return a minute later, Mara waving the pieces of the book over her head. I get some wide sticky tape and a pair of scissors from the desk and take the children into the kitchen. I slide onto the bench behind the table and Mara slides in beside me. Taking the book from her hands I look at it, it is a hard cover copy of Enid Blyton's 'The Enchanted Wood' and Mike has torn the cover right off. "O.K. let's get going." I say and cut a few strips of tape, sticking them to the edge of the table. Taking her hands I position them until she is holding the book to my satisfaction and quickly fasten the cover back onto the book, finishing with two long strips of tape, one inside the front cover and the other inside the back. With a conspiratorial wink to Mara I say, "We better make sure it still works, where were you up to?" "Yeah," she replies, looking at Mike, who is impatiently rocking from one foot to the other, "we better make sure Mike didn't break it." I intercept his fist before it connects with his sister's arm and giving it a warning squeeze, I stare into his eyes until he looks away. Mara shows me where she is up to, I lift her onto my knee and begin reading out loud. The children in the book have just had to land outside Dame Slap's school because the little plane has gotten tired. I read up until the first couple of slaps have been dished out then taking mercy on Mike I close the book and say, "O.K. Let's go see the horses." Mike cheers and Mara puts her arms around my neck and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips. "Thank you for fixing my book." Mike charges from the room chanting, "Mara kissed Geoff. Mara kissed Geoff." Mara flushes beet red but slips her hand into mine as I grab the last of the loaf of bread and follow Mike back into the lounge. "I was just thanking him for fixing my book." she declares holding it up for her parents to see. Mike changes his cry to, "Mara's got a boy friend." when he spies our linked hands. Halfway through the third repetition Carl snaps out, "Enough!" and tears well up in Mike's eyes as he bites his tongue in his hurry shut his mouth. His lamentations fall on unsympathetic ears and his mother says, "Serves you right for teasing your sister like that. Now go and look at the horses." Mike rockets out of the door and Mara tows me after him, by the time Mara and I have reached the bottom of the steps he is halfway across the paddock. Lifting Mara to my shoulders I take off after him, my longer stride allows me to catch him just as he reaches the yards and climbs up on the rails. I lift Mara from my shoulders to the rail beside him and hand each of them a slice of bread, showing them how to hold it in the palm of their hands so they don't get their fingers bitten. Fourex, the only horse in the yard with a name, comes over to investigate, the other three horses in the yard mill around in the farthest corner as they have been out in the paddock for several months and have only been brought in for a muster that was to take place the next day. We feed Fourex the bread and he allows the children to stroke his nose for a few moments then tosses his head and trots in circles around the yard, his tail high and neck proudly arched. Mike wants to give him some more bread so I give them each half a slice, saying, "We better keep the last couple of slices for my mum's horse." and pointing to where she is just riding up out of the creek. Fourex come over again when the children hold out the bread, accepts another couple of pats then returns to pacing around the yard. A couple of minutes later my mother rides up on Whisky and says "Hi." to the kids when I introduce them. Mara and Mike feed Whisky the last of the bread while Fourex looks on and gives and angry squeal when he sees Whisky get the bread. "Can I have a ride?" asks Mike then adds "Please!" when my mother appears to ignore him. "Me to please?" says Mara. My mother agrees, dismounts and takes a firm grip on the reins under Whisky's chin. I lift Mike into the saddle, as he asked first and put his hands on the pommel. As the children's legs are so short I lift the stirrups up under the flaps, winding the leathers through them so they won't bang into the horses' ribs and startle him. Mum leads Whisky around in a big circle for a while before returning to me an Mara, I swap children and Mum and Whisky go off for another circuit. When they return Mum says, "O.K. that's enough, Whisky wants a rest." I lift Mara down and help Mum unsaddle her horse. We turn him loose in the paddock behind the yards and let the other horses join him, Whisky drops and rolls on his back in the grass before the gate is shut behind him. Turning I see Mike struggling with the saddle, getting it a few inches off the ground and a few inches closer to the tack shed with each heave. I relieve him of it and hand him the bridle, Mara picks up the sweaty saddle blanket and holding it at arms length follows us into the shed, where we put the tack away and go back to my mother. Mike slips his hand into my mother's looking up at her with a worshipful look. "Mike's got a girl friend." I stage whisper to Mara and it is his turn to go red as Mara giggles and Mum gives me a 'look'. "In joke." I explain to her. Mara drags me over to the fence and climbs to the top rail and from there clambers onto my shoulders. She bumps me with her heels and yells "Giddy up." Mike seeing this tugs on my mother's hand and she allows her self to led over to the fence where Mike mounts her. She manages to grab his feet before his heels can dig painfully into her and moves off at his command. Mara and I have been waiting while this takes place and I move off at a trot when they come even with us, Mike spurs his mount on and I shift to a gallop when they draw even again. Mike urges his steed to greater efforts and I allow them to draw level with us, twenty meters from the house I lengthen my stride and pull away, reaching the stairs a good five meters in front. We bend over and allow our riders to dismount and Mum throws me a look that promises me much future anguish. Breathing heavily we allow our riders to precede us and we enter the lounge to hear them chattering away telling their parents how they fed the horses, how they rode a horse and about the race home. Mum flops into a chair, "You," she fixes me with a steely gaze, "will now get me a cup of tea." Everyone else expresses a similar desire so I retire to the kitchen, trailed by Mara and we return a few minutes later with the drinks. Mike has crawled into Mums lap and is sitting curled up with his head cushioned on her breast. We distribute the drinks and I say to Carl and Sherry, "I was going to go over to the O'Conner's place today for a swim. Do you think the kids would like to come?" Sherry replies, "Mara can go, but Mike can't swim, so he better stay behind." Mike looks ready to throw a right royal paddy until my mother steps in and says, "You and I'll find something better to do. All right?" and suddenly he is all sunny smiles, sure he is going to get one up on his sister. "But I don't have my bathers with me." Mara cries. "You can swim in your knickers," I say, "Katy generally does." With final instructions of "Don't make a nuisance of yourself." and "Make sure you do whatever Geoff tells you." from Sherry to Mara. And a call warning that we are coming, we are soon on our way. Mara skips along beside me, her tiny little hand tucked into mine, she chatters on, asking me about what the storm was like, gasping when we enter the bush and the carnage surrounds us. "Wow! What did that?" she gasps, as she spies the exploded corpse of a lightning struck tree a few meters back from the edge of the track. Dragging me over to it, she cranes her head back looking up at the twisted six meter stump, all around us the branches of the crown lie scattered across the landscape. I explain how the intense heat of the lighting makes all of the water in the tree boil at once and causes it to burst. She nods at this and drags me back to the track. When we reach the creek, she looks at the deeply undercut banks and asks how we are to get across. I point a little way upstream to where part of the bank has collapsed on the far side, jumping down into the scoured creek bed I lift her down and throw her over my shoulder then wade through the knee deep, silty flow to where the fallen bank blocks half the creek bed, I set her down and we scramble back up onto level ground. She slips her fingers back into mine and two minutes later we are slipping through the fence onto the O'Conner's property. I lead Mara to where Katy and Jimmy, are splashing in the water and I make introductions. Katy pouts a little at the tiny hand in mine but politely says "Hello." Jimmy is back to being a little shit and tries to splash us. I say, "Well, I better let your parents know they has an extra visitor, we'll be back in a minute." We drop our towels and stuff on the cable reel and make our way up to the house. Up at the house, I introduce Mara and Mrs. O'Conner, James it seems is in town on business. Jane smiles down at Mara, "You know you're going to make my daughter jealous," she says, indicating our entwined fingers, "she seems to think Geoff is her boyfriend." Mara blushes at this and snatches her hand from mine, "I'm sorry." she stammers. "Oh, for Pete's sake! Don't worry about it, he's big enough for the both of you. Now run along and have some fun." Mara and I run back down to the dam, Mara blushes prettily as she slips her dress off over her head. "Oh, she's got a pussy on her pussy!" Katy giggles. "Can it!" I say, as Mara blushes a deeper shade of crimson, looking confused. I take a running dive into the water and secure Katy's ankle before she can get away, jerking her under the water. When we surface I tickle her into giggling submission. "Are you going to behave?" I ask punctuating each word with another jab to her ribs. "NO!" she shouts as with a wriggle she escapes my grasp. Mara is still standing on the bank, looking into the muddy brown waters of the dam. "What's wrong?" I ask. She replies "I can't see the bottom." "What do you want the bottom for, whenever this one finds it," I say, waving my hand at Katy, "she tries to fill my pants with it." Katy nods furiously, giggling like a maniac. "Will you hold me?" Mara asks, her chin quivering. I'm a sucker for a quivering chin so I say "Sure." I make my way over to the bank, stand up and hold my hand out to her. With a convulsive jump, Mara leaps at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. The unexpectedness of the impact and the steeply sloping dam bank combine to send me over backwards into the cold water. I surface sputtering, Mara clinging to me like a limpet. Katy and Jimmy laugh, secure in the knowledge that they are safe from me. Scrambling onto the diving platform they take turns bombing us, cackling like hyenas all the while. A few minutes later Mara whispers in my ear, "You can let go now. Let's get them." We hold a brief, whispered war council, then the next time Katy enters the water near us, we separate and pounce on her as she rises to the surface. I crush Katy to my chest while like a trooper, Mara dives for the bottom and returns with a double handful of mud, I pull the back of her knickers out while Mara drops the mud in. I rub the mud in and then retreat with Mara to the island. Katy rinses out her knickers, swims over to us and offers her hand to Katy, saying, "Quits?" As Mara nods agreement, Katy gives a jerk and pulls Mara over the muddy rim into the water. Mara pops to the surface and leaps on Katy driving her under. Arms flailing, Katy recovers the upper hand, I look on with concern for a moment but Mara is giving as good as she gets and is obviously over her concern about the murky water and I decide it is time to work my revenge on Jimmy. I zero in on him, dive for his ankles and miss, I lunge for him, and he holds up his hand saying, "Shh, listen." and points to where Mara has a struggling Katy pinned to the dam bank at the water's edge. Mara is saying "Aw, go on tell me." "No I can't." Katy objects. "You're too little." "Am not, I beat you didn't I? And I'm not going to let you go until you tell me what you meant when you said I had a pussy on my pussy." "O.K. But you can't tell any grownups what I tell you." "What about Geoff?" Mara asks. They are so locked up in their own struggle and conversation, that they haven't noticed that Jimmy and I are listening. "Oh he's different." Katy replies, "O.K., your pussy is down there between your legs." "Oh! Mum just calls that my privates. Why do you call it a pussy?" "Because it feels so good to stroke it I guess." I decide this conversation has probably gone on long enough and intervene. "Katy," I say, "I think that's enough for now." Both girls jump at the sound of my voice, Katy taking advantage of the distraction to roll on top of Mara, and collect a handful of mud which she plasters all over Mara's chest and rubs into her hair. With a giggle Katy leaps clear and dives into the water, Mara follows bent on revenge. "Shit, I didn't think anyone could beat Katy like that, that little kid's good." Jimmy says, watching the two little girls struggling in the water. "Yeah, well life's full of little surprises." I reply. "I wonder where Katy learned about pussies?" he muses, more to himself than to me, "I wonder if Lena told her." I see an opening to reinforce the conversation I had with Lena and grasp it with both hands. "What do you know about Lena's Pussy?" I ask, with, I hope, the proper tone of surprise, and a little outrage. Jimmy turns beet red, and starts stammering, "I-I don't kn-n-know what you're t-t-talking about." "Yes you do." I say softening my tone, "Have you been playing with it?" Watching his expression, I continue, "Have you been fucking her?" Bullseye! He tries, to deny it, "N-no, n-never, I-I w-wouldn't, I-I-I di- didn't." his obvious embarrassment, along with the fact that I know different, gives him away. The girls glance in our direction, but a small shake of my head at Katy causes her to resume their struggle, though her expression says 'Later' louder than words. "Don't worry, I'm not going to dob you in, but you are using protection aren't you?" I ask with the proper amount of concern in my voice. "What's that?" "You do put a franger on before you fuck her don't you?" "A franger?" "A condom, dinger, rubber, sleeping bag for mice, you know?" "Huh?" "Oh shit! It's a rubber bag you put over your cock to catch your sperm. You don't want to get her pregnant do you?" "Shit no! Uh, I didn't know. Uh, where do I get them from?" he asks worriedly. "You buy them at the chemist, just ask for a dozen Checkmates, or you can get them from machines in the toilets at service stations and other places but that'll cost you a whole lot more." "I'd be too embarrassed." he objects. "Would you rather be a father? Besides what do you think her father and brothers would do to you?" "Oh!" "Exactly." I say dryly. "Are you making sure she has fun too, or is it just wham, bamm, thank you mam?" "Uh, how do you do that?" "Shit! You got any stick books? You know like playboy or something." "Uh, yeah." "Well try reading the letters and stories, instead of just jerking off over the pictures." I say. "I-I-I don't." he denies strenuously, his face a deep crimson. "Bullshit! Everybody does it, if they say they don't they're liars. So are you a liar?" "I guess not. But can you tell me what to do?" "Well you wrap your hand around your dick, and you rub..." I start mischievously. He interrupts me, "No I know how to do that." then smiles sheepishly as he realises how I tricked him. "I mean can you tell me how to make Lena feel good?" "O.K. the first thing you can do is kiss her, all sorts of kisses, little kisses all over her face, big sloppy tongue kisses, that sort of thing." "And then?" I continue, "Well you can play with her tits, rub them, lick them, suck on the nipples. You can also rub her pussy, and kiss and lick it too." "Eew yuck!" he objects. "Oh?" I say with raised eyebrows, "You know you shouldn't knock something until you tried it? How do you feel about the idea of having her suck your cock?" I ask. "It makes me hot, but she'd never do it." he declares. "You'd be surprised," I say, "If you lick a girl's pussy she'll do just about anything for you." "Really?" He asks, surprised. "Uh, what does it taste like?" "It's great," I say, "It's the best thing in the world, so long as the girl keeps herself clean. And if she doesn't, do you really want to put your dick there or even your fingers?" "I guess not. So do I just kiss and lick anywhere?" "Pretty much, but there's a little knob like a button at the top of her slit, called a clit, if you lick and suck on that, she'll go over the moon. The most important thing you have to remember is to start out slow and gentle, she'll tell you when to go faster. Of course when she does ask you that, It's a lot more fun to ignore her for a while, it drives them up the wall. "Oh and another thing, get rid of your first load of cum before you fuck her, that way you'll last a lot longer when you do and you won't waste a condom. Go slow, make it last, the longer it takes the better it will feel in the end." Suddenly I lunge at him, "By the way I've still got to get you back for bombing me and Mara." I get a good grip on him and tickle him until he is helpless, then strip off his shorts and throw them up onto the bank. Shoving him under the water and I beating a hasty retreat. I Join the girls and all three of us watch his embarrassed squirming. They just giggle and shake their heads when he pleads for one of them to recover his shorts. Katy cuddles up to me and asks, "What were you talking about, huh?" "Let's just say that Lena will get a pleasant surprise next time they're alone together." I reply with a grin and she giggles in reply. Eventually Jimmy decides he's not going to get any help from us, and embarrassed by the presence of a girl that his mother specifically told him to put clothes on for, he waddles from the water. Hunched over, he snatches up his shorts and holds them over his groin while he re-enters the water. All the while the girls are giggling helplessly at his discomfort and I have to support both of them. Having restored his modesty, Jimmy glares at us, declaring, "I'm gonna get you for that." "Really?" To the girls I add, "Let's get him." I propel them in his direction and swim after them. He dives and tries to escape, but the odds are against him and he is soon cornered near the platform, where Mara leaps on his back and tries to drive him below the surface and Jimmy has to grab onto the pole. Katy joins in to help her and plasters herself to Jimmy's front, suddenly she gets a wicked gleam in her eye and pulls in tighter. Jimmy's face is a study as he tries to shove her away and I realise that he must have a hardon and Katy is rubbing up against it, his face gets redder and redder, suddenly it screws up tight and he shudders and gives a little gasp. Katy gives a wicked little laugh and pushes off him, I snag an ankle on the way past and haul her away from the others. "That, was not a very nice thing to do." I hiss in her ear. "Aw, it was fun, he looked real funny." She giggles. "Well remember that if he crawls into bed with you tonight." I warn her. "Oh!" "Yes. Oh!" I shove her under the water and go to peel Mara, who is unaware of the by- play, off his back. I Toss her away from us and set about soothing Jimmy's bruised ego. He is almost crying and refuses to look at me. I splash water in his face and he looks up, "Don't worry about it?" I say, "It happens." "Why did she do that? Do you think she knew what she was doing?" He asks. "Who knows, maybe, but she could probably tell that it was embarrassing you, so she just kept doing it." I explain with a laugh, "If you had pushed your dick back at her she would probably have run. Just don't go getting any funny ideas, O.K." "O.K." We separate and the girls swim over to me and Katy begs for a cannonball. I swim to where I can stand up and for the next few minutes I toss the kids around until I am tired. Katy decides she wants to jump off my shoulders. For some reason, probably a desire to show off, Katy walks around the dam and out to the platform on the log, as I swim out to the platform and haul myself up. Katy climbs up onto my shoulders, rubbing her pussy across my face on the way past. "Watch it!" I hiss and she giggles. She readies herself and jumps, landing with a satisfying splash, Jimmy follows her and Mara decides she wants to try it. On her way up I blow a Zoober into her belly and she looses her balance as she giggles and falls backwards into the water. Coming up sputtering she tells me to stay where I am because she's going to try again and not to do that again. I promise and she swims to the bank and starts making her way out along the log but falls heavily, landing astride it. I wince as her face screws up and she bursts into tears of agony, then jump into the water to catch her as she topples from the log. I carry her from the water and cuddle her to me soothing her. Suddenly Jimmy cries out, "She's bleeding!" and Mara's sobs become louder. I grab a towel and wrap Mara in it, saying, "You bring up the rest of the stuff and I'll take Mara up for your mother to have a look at." With this, I hurry up to the house with her and Jane meets me at the door, having heard the cries. I explain what happened and try to hand Mara over but she clings to me and refuses to let go. "Bring her into the kitchen." Jane tells me, pulling me inside and pushing me down onto a chair. Jane then asks, "Mara Honey, can I take off your knickers so I can have a look at you?" Mara gives a tearful nod and gulps convulsively. Jane unwraps the towel and carefully slips Mara's blood soaked knickers off, tossing them in the sink. Katy and Jimmy come in with wide eyed stares, Jane snaps, "Get out Jimmy. Katy, get me a bowl of warm water and a clean wash cloth, then go and get me a clean pair of your knickers." Jimmy drops the pile he is carrying, in the doorway and takes off like a cut cat while Katy hurries to comply with her mother's requests. Jane carefully washes Mara's bruised little mound, then gently separates the lips to look inside. "Well girl, you're not a virgin any more." she comments wryly. "The bleeding seems to have stopped but just in case, wait here, I'll be back in a sec, she flips the towel to cover Mara and leaves the room. Mara's sobs have subsided to little gulps by the time Jane and Katy return, Jane picks up a dry towel from the pile in the doorway and asks, "Honey, do you think you could stand up?" Mara gives a little nod and I help her to her feet. As Jane picks up the cloth to finish washing the blood from her thighs Mara speaks, "No, I want him to do it." As I am the only 'him' in the room Jane gives a little shrug and silently hands me the cloth. With gentle strokes I wash the drying blood from her thighs and buttocks then dab up a drop that has seeped from her swollen pussy. Jane silently holds out the towel to me and I pat Mara dry. Next she unwraps a sanitary pad and hands it to me as Katy holds out a pair of knickers, taking them I hold them for Mara to step into and pull them up to mid thigh, slipping the pad into position I pull the knickers the rest of the way up. Finally I slip the dress on over her head. I stand up and Jane looks me up and down, "You better go and clean yourself up. Katy, go and get a pair of your fathers shorts." I look down at myself and see a film of blood and water coating me from the belly button down. Mara wants to go with me but I convince her to stay with Jane and have a hot drink. I retire to the bathroom, step under the shower and drop my shorts into the bottom of the tub. After sponging the blood from my body I quickly rinse out my shorts. As I'm drying off Katy comes in with a pair of shorts, and waits for me to put them on before following me inside. Back in the kitchen, Mara is looking more like herself and is sipping on a cup of hot chocolate, Jane is at the sink. As soon as I sit down and pick up the cup of tea Jan has made for me, Mara slips down from her chair and climbs into my lap. "Cute, real cute." Jane remarks and I look up to see her holding up Mara's knickers to see if they're clean. When we finish our drinks, I say, "I'd better get Mara back to her mother, and let her know what happened." "O.K. we'll see you later." I make my good-byes to the kids, Jimmy just waves vaguely in our direction but Katy decides to escort me to the boundary as usual. Mara insists that I carry her as it still hurts to walk, sucker that I am, I give in and lift her in my arms. Three minutes later we're at the fence and I put Mara down so we can get through. Katy leaps into my arms and delivers her usual kiss goodbye, I'm a little reluctant in front of Mara but Katy has no such inhibitions, she grinds her pussy against my hip and her tongue covers every portion of the inside of my mouth it can reach and she soon has me responding in kind while Mara looks on with wide eyes. When we finally break, Katy looks down at Mara and states, "You didn't see that did you." "Depends." Mara bargains. "Depends on what?" I ask with some trepidation. "On whether you'll teach me to kiss like that too." "Now look what you've done." I accuse. "So Kiss her already." I put Katy down and lift Mara until she can wrap her arms about my neck then support her with one hand under her butt, to keep the pressure off her poor abused pussy. I start the kiss gently, briefly trapping her upper lip between mine, then pulling back to look into her sparkling, green eyes, she smiles up at me so I return my lips to hers. For a little while we suck gently on each others lips before I tilt my head to the side and I lick over the small gap between her lips. I probe a little harder and her lips give way before me. I run my tongue over her teeth, licking her gums and the inside of her cheeks. Her teeth part as she gives a little gasp and I push through the opening to flick at the end of her little tongue. Her eyes widen at this, but she responds by sliding her tongue over mine, when I withdraw my tongue, hers tentatively follows, then begins exploring the inside of my mouth with increasing confidence. I suck hard as she pulls her tongue back and when I follow she responds in kind her cheeks hollowing as she draw my tongue into her mouth. A moment later she breaks the kiss and smiles up at me, "That was nice." she tells me. then lifts her lips to mine for a brief moment before I put her down. Katy warns Mara, "Now don't say anything about that kiss, or you could get Geoff into trouble. O.K.?" "What kiss?" Mara replies with her best stupid look. (This girl will go far if she doesn't hang first.) Katy delivers one last brief kiss then holds the fence while we scramble through. Lifting Mara back into my arms, we make our way to the creek and down into the bed, where I wade against the current until I find a good solid exposed tree root. I lift Mara onto solid ground, then pass the bundle of towels and wet clothes up to her. Grasping the root I pull myself up onto the bank and once again pick her up and plod along the track to my uncle's house. I set Mara on her feet at the top of the steps and follow her into the lounge, where she proudly announces, "I'm not a virgin any more. See." and she lifts the hem of her dress to show the prominent bulge of an adult sized maxi-pad in her little girl panties. A sudden silence ensues in which I imagine I can hear the vertebrae cracking as head snap around to look at us. Carl's face darkens ominously and he roars, "Who did it? Was it you? I'll kill the bastard." as he rises from his seat. I back up a step and Mara turns to huddle against me, wrapping herself around one thigh. I hold up my hand and say, "Woah, it was an accident, she slipped and fell on a log." Still half out of his seat, Carl asks, "Well what's this bit about a virgin, where did she hear that?" I explain, "She's just repeating what Jane, that's Mrs. O'Conner, said while we were cleaning her up." Sherry shoves her husband back into his seat and comes over to kneel before her frightened daughter who is, staring apprehensively at her father. "Are you all right darling?" Mara gives a tiny nod, "Why is Daddy mad at me?" she asks in a scared little girl voice. "Oh, Daddy isn't mad at you." Sherry explains, enfolding her daughter and perforce my leg, in a tight hug, "He just misunderstood what you said and he was mad, because he though someone hurt you." She then throws a glare at her husband that would melt stone. He cringes and starts to get up, but subsides under the weight of her glance. "What's a virgin?" Mike chirps from his perch on my mother's knee. Everybody except the two children crack up at this and the atmosphere clears dramatically, Mara and Mike stare around at up as if we had gone mad. Finally Carl recovers enough to haul himself to his feet and kneels before his daughter, "Well you sure picked an interesting way of making your announcement." he says wryly, "I'm sorry if you thought I was mad at you, I'd never get that mad at you Honey. Do you forgive me?" Mara peels herself from my leg and shrugs off her mothers arms as she leaps at her father, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a big kiss. Pulling back she announces, "Ouch, that hurt." Carl gently folds his arms around Mara and asks, "What hurt Honey?" "My pussy, when I jumped. Oops!" she realises what she said and claps her hand over her mouth. Sherry raises her eyebrow at me, and I explain, "Uh, Katy made a smart remark about Mara's knickers, Jane appreciated the joke too." "Oh. Actually Mara just liked the kitten, they are cute though aren't they?" Sherry returns. "Mara darling, will you come with me so I can make sure you're all right." They go off into the bedroom and emerge a few minutes later. "She's fine, she'll be just a little sore for a day or two." I feel a tug on my shorts and I look down into Mike's upturned face, "You still haven't told me what a virgin is." I look helplessly at Sherry, who says, "Give it a go, just keep it simple." "Thanks." I mutter, and think for a moment, "O.K.," I say, hunkering down to his level, "Girls have this little piece of skin between their legs that stops poo from going in the wrong places when they are babies and when it gets broken they're not virgins any more." "Oh, is that all. Girl stuff, yuck." he says and turns away, disgusted that he has asked about a girl thing. Sherry claps her hands delightedly, "Perfect, everything he wanted to know and not a thing to pique his interest. Well I think everybody could do with a drink, what do you take Geoff?" I tell her and she goes into the kitchen to make drinks. As soon as I take a seat on the couch Mara climbs up onto my lap and by the time Sherry returns with the drinks she is curled up in a ball, fast asleep. As Sherry hands me my drink she asks, "Do you want me to move her?" "No she's fine, and I think she needs to be held at the moment." I reply. "You're probably right." I sit there with my cute little lap warmer, gently rubbing her back as she sleeps. Around me the adults carry on their conversation, but to me it is a droning buzz that soon has me joining Mara in the land of Nod. Some time later I'm woken by Mara shaking me violently and calling "Wake up, wake up!" "Huh, what?" "You're coming to stay with us for a week." Mara tells me excitedly. "Mara Lauren Hardy! You're supposed to ask him." "But he will come." Mara objects, "Won't you?" a note of uncertainty creeps into her voice. "Of course I will Honey." "Goody! I knew he would!" Mara squeals delightedly and then plasters wet little kisses all over my face until I am forced to push her away. I look at Sherry and ask, "What brought that on?" "Well, when she woke up Mara asked me if you could come and stay with us for a while, your mother said that you were a bit disappointed about the lack of beaches, so we decided to see if you'd like to come up for a week." "I'd love to." "Well, go and pack a bag we'll be leaving after tea." Sherry tells me. I suddenly realise just how late it is, Mara and I have slept through most of the afternoon. I get up and with the help of small fingers I soon have a bag packed and waiting at the top of the stairs. I realise that I am still wearing James' shorts so I chase Mara from the room and change into a pair of my own. I enter the lounge and tell Mum that I better let Jane know that I won't be over for a while and to send Katy to pick up her father's things once they've been washed. Sherry has similar thoughts and throws Mara's knickers, which are now dry, to her. "Here get changed so Katy can have her knickers back." Mara starts to get changed right there in the middle of the lounge and Sherry has to stop her, "In the bedroom you little goose." A minute later Katy returns and holds up the pad, "What do I do with this?" "Oh Mara!" Sherry exclaims, crimson featured, "Put it in the bin." I decide that now is a good time to be busy on the phone and take it into the bedroom and shut the door. Jane answers, "Hello." "Hi Jane, It's Geoff, I've just been invited to spend a week up at Mara's parents place, so you'll have to send Katy over to collect James' shorts and the knickers, Mum'll wash them tomorrow morning so any time after lunch'll be fine." "You don't have to do that." "My mother does, believe me. You know that little comment of yours nearly got me killed?" "What comment was that?" "Well guess who walked into the lounge and announced to all and sundry that she was not a virgin any more?" "Oh no! She didn't?" Jane start laughing helplessly, I can hear James in the background asking "What's so funny?" Eventually Jane recovers enough to explain, "You know how I told you about the accident today, well Mara just walked into the lounge over there and told the world that she wasn't a virgin any more." In the background James cracks up. Jane asks me, "What was her fathers reaction?" "Well you remember the 'Incredible Hulk' cartoons? That was her father, and he's six, two to start with. It was a scary experience." "How did you manage to survive long enough to explain?" "Mara was so solidly attached to my leg that he would have had to break her arms to remove her, his reaction scared her worse than it scared me." Mum calls from the lounge, and I say to Jane, "I've got to go, I'm being called. See you next week some time." "O.K. see you later and I'm sorry for causing so much trouble." "That's all right, see ya." I hang up and return to the lounge, where tea is ready. Fortunately it is finger food as Mara wants to sit in my lap, her parents and I indulge her and the two of us spend the time stealing food from each other's plates. Once we have finished tea and our after dinner drinks, we all go down to the truck where I toss my bag into the back and lift the children after it. After we have made our good-byes I join the kids as Carl and Sherry climb into the cab and slam the doors. Two minutes later we are on our way. At the gate I'm the one tapped to open it and let the truck through, I then close the gate and vault back into the truck. I settle myself on the mattress and pillows in the back of the truck and Mara snuggles up against my side. While the light lasts we read, Mara from 'The Enchanted Wood' and me from Heinlein's 'Time Enough For Love'. It soon becomes too dark to read so we set aside our books and I listen to her as she chatters about herself, I find that the books she has read are much the same books that I read when I was her age and I'm pleased to find that her favourite book is Heidi, which is my own all time favourite and one which I still re-read to this day. She is in the Brownie Scouts and I hear all about the activities that they do, tying knots, cooking chocolate crackles, selling chocolate and how they made more than five hundred dollars just before Christmas by collecting bottles and aluminium cans from alongside the roads leading into town. While Mara talks it has gone from twilight to full darkness and the steady hum of the wheels on the asphalt of the road has lulled Mike to sleep. I am in that half world neither fully awake, nor fast asleep, Mara is snuggled up against my right side, her head pillowed on my chest and her upper leg is drawn up to rest on hip. With my left hand I have been idly scratching her ribs upper arm and back. It is only when she murmurs, "Mmm, that's nice." and wriggles contentedly against my side that I realise that my right hand has not been idle. It has slipped from her hip to rest on her lower leg and my fingertip is gently stroking along the length of her still swollen little slit. As soon as I realise what I am doing my hand freezes. "Why did you stop?" she complains. I start to remove my hand as I explain, but she shifts her upper leg to trap my hand where it is. "Grownups aren't supposed to touch kids like that." I tell her. "But it felt nice, I like it." she protests. "I know, but I would get into a lot of trouble if any body found out I touched your pussy like that." I explain, blithely ignoring the fact that the trouble I would get into for rubbing her pussy, was nothing to what would happen if anybody ever found out about what I was doing with Katy and Lena. "I'd never tell anybody." she tries to reassure me as she wriggles lower trying to re-establish the contact between my fingers and her pussy. "I still shouldn't do it." I object. "But I want you to do it. Please?" With this she takes matters into her own hands, and seizes my wrist and pushes my hand back into contact with her knickers. Her pleading tone is too much for me and I resume stroking her pussy and she lifts her leg to lie on my hip again. Once she is sure that I'm not going to stop again she releases my wrist and throws her arm across my body to hug me tightly. Gently, I trail my finger along the length of her slit, tracing little circles at the top, over her clit. Her breathing becomes more rapid as I continue to massage her vulva and I increase the pressure on her clit. After a few minutes of gentle friction on her knickers I feel a little dampness begin to seep through the gusset and I slip my fingers under the elastic of the leg-band. Mara emits a little gasp as she feels the direct contact of my skin on hers and hugs me tighter. My fingers slide smoothly over the oily wetness they encounter and slip easily between her puffy labia. She moans softly as my finger contacts her hardened, pea sized clitoris and her breathing becomes ragged. With gentle pressure on the tip, I move it around in small circles and she thrusts her hips forward to trap my fingers between herself and my hip. I gently extract my fingers and drag them backwards through her warm crevice to circle the entrance of her vagina, she tenses momentarily but begins to relax when she feels no discomfort. As my ring finger continues to orbit the tiny opening into her body she relaxes further and a short time later slips, to the first knuckle, within the warm, vice like confines of her immature vagina. She gasps, and I feel the muscles of her vaginal entrance clench tight around my finger. I caress her clit with my fore finger and patiently wait until she relaxes before withdrawing and pushing back inside. I slide my finger in and out, gaining a few millimetres more penetration with each stroke until my entire finger is buried to the hilt and she is rocking her hips back and forth in time with my strokes. Mara is moaning almost continuously and I press the finger tips of my left hand to her lips, she understands my warning and the volume of her cries is reduced. The muscles of her vagina have relaxed under my ministrations, so I withdraw my ring finger completely and replace it with the middle one. The quantity of lubricant in her silken sheath is so great that my finger slips inside with no resistance and the tip brushes over the closed opening of her cervix. Three full length strokes of my finger later, she cums in a shuddering orgasm, her tiny fist stuffed between her teeth to stifle her outcry. As her climax subsides I cease fondling her clit and remove my finger with shallower and shallower strokes until my hand is free. I then lift it to my face and inhale the delicate aroma of her virgin spend, extending my tongue to taste of her innocence, I suck each of my fingers one after the other between my lips savouring the clean, sweet flavour of her secretions mixed with the slight coppery tang of her blood. A moment later she lifts herself above me and presses her mouth to mine, her tiny tongue slipping between my lips to caress the inside of my mouth. After a few seconds she pulls back to say, "Your mouth tastes funny." "That's what your pussy tastes like, I sucked my fingers clean?" "Mmm, I like it." she opines, and slides back down to snuggle up to my side. "Do you want a better taste?" I ask, I feel her head nod on my chest so I slip my hand back under her knickers and slip my fingers one by one inside her, coating them with her vaginal oils. I lift my hand to her lips and she avidly sucks my fingers clean, relishing the stronger flavour, undiluted by my saliva. Suddenly she slips her own hand under her knee and touches my rigid cock through my shorts, "Why is your doodle hard?" she asks. "That's my 'penis', it's hard because you make me feel good in a special way. Like the way I made you feel when I rubbed your pussy." I explain. "Can I touch it?", without waiting for permission she slides her hand under the waistband of my shorts and explores it with her fingertips, caressing every square millimetre, sliding further downwards to fondle my balls, finally she wraps her hand around my shaft her thumb failing to reach her fingertips. She discovers that the skin slides up and down and begins an inexperienced pumping motion. "Careful," I warn her, "if you keep that up you're going to make a big mess." "What do you mean?" she asks, curiously. "You know that really good feeling that you had at end, when I rubbed your pussy, well men feel that too, and when that happens some slippery white stuff called sperm squirts out of the end." I lean over her and pull a T-shirt from my bag, I then slip my shorts down below my balls to give Mara easier access to my prick. "O.K. you can play with my cock now, and I'll catch the sperm with this." Mara gets up from beside me and kneels astride my thighs, so that she can fondle my cock more easily. Fortunately the glass at the front of the fibreglass canopy has been broken at some stage and has been replaced with a sheet of plywood, so I don't have to worry about her parents seeing us, and the reflection of their headlights from the glass at the rear will prevent anyone behind us looking in. With more room to manoeuvre, Mara wraps both hands around my cock and begins pumping up and down, her action is a little rough so I instruct her on how to give a hand job properly, explaining where my penis is most sensitive. I also tell her that it feels better if her hands are slippery like her vagina and use my hand to transfer a good gob of saliva from my mouth to coat my cock. She replaces her hand on my shaft and complains "Eew, yuck!", but continues to fondle me, as my prick begins to dry, she leans forwards to dribble spit from her own lips onto it, massaging the fresh lubricant into the head with one hand as she pumps with the other. Suddenly Mike rolls over in his sleep muttering and with great presence of mind Mara drops forwards, concealing my cock beneath her body. When she is sure Mike is not waking up she sits back up, only now she is on top of my balls and the base of my prick presses against her panties. She reaches down to continue her ministrations but finding me dry scoots downwards to dribble another load of spit, actually brushing the tip with he lip. She then moves back up and resumes stroking my rigid prick, but now she can feel the base rubbing against her slit. Suddenly her weight leaves me as she stands up and I hear a rustling sound, before She sits back down, squarely on top of my prick and I can feel her bare pussy lips splayed open to either side. I take her knickers from her hand and lay them across my nose, the intoxicating smell inciting my prick to swell until it feels like it will burst. With one hand she holds her dress up out of the way, the other caresses the head of my cock and pushes it upwards to increase the pressure of the contact with her body, as she begins to rock her hips backwards and forwards her clit sliding along the underside of my penis. Her passions quickly build towards a fresh peak as the slick friction stimulates her engorged clit and I am right there with her. Suddenly she is cumming for the second time in her life, and she shakes and shudders above me. Before her orgasm subsides my own overtakes me and I barely have time to move the T-shirt into position, before the semen burns it's way along the length of my exploding member. My cum coats Mara's hand and dribbles back down over my prick to pool in my groin and coat the outside of her vulva. I remove her hand from my wilting member and lift it to my lips where I carefully lick and suck her fingers clean. I then lift her entire body upwards and she gasps in shock as I perform the same service on her semen coated vulva, slipping my tongue between her labia to gather up the last of the pussy juice seeping from her vagina. When I reach for the T-shirt to clean up my cock and balls Mara surprises me by restraining my hand and turning to reach down and scoop up a quantity of semen on her fingers before lifting them to her mouth to taste. Finding the taste to her liking she dips her head to lick my groin like a cat, lapping up every drop of cream she can find. She lifts her head and snuggles up next to me, saying "You taste nice too." I kiss her forehead and let her feel my smile against her skin, "You taste better." I argue. "Of course I do, I'm a little girl." she replies smugly. "Well if 'little girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice.' Then why do they taste like anchovies?" I ask with a grin. "I do not!", she protests. I chuckle and she pulls away and a small fist thuds into my ribs, "Oooh, you're teasing me." She cuddles back up to me and reaches down to fondle my shrunken cock, "Oh it's soft, how come your penis feels so different now?" "I'll tell you in a minute but first let's get our clothes back on properly." I say, as I settle my shorts back on my hips. Groping around beside my head I find her knickers and use my cigarette lighter to find the front, then slip them on, finishing by snapping the leg-band against her buttock, just to hear her squeak. I get us settled comfortably and give much the same talk as I gave Katy and then Lena, editing and simplifying it a little to suit her more limited understanding. I finish with my talk on the ethics of sex, emphasising that 'no' means 'no' and 'stop' means 'stop right now'. Finishing, "So, you should only have sex with someone you really trust." "You mean, like Daddy?" she asks. "Um ... that's a hard one, a lot of daddies get upset when they think about their little girls having sex. You saw how mad he got today, well that was because he thought someone had had sex with you." "Oh, so you mean I can't do it with Daddy?", she sounds so disappointed that my heart really goes out to her and I think hard about how she might get to her father. "Well you could try sitting in his lap and wriggling about to see if he gets hard, and you could try to practice movie kisses with him. Say you saw it in the movies and you wanted to try it, when he asks you about it though." I tell her. She then starts having ideas of her own, "I really liked it when you tickled my pussy, so I could go up to him and say I was rubbing where I got hurt, and it felt really funny and could he have a look at it to see if anything was wrong. And I could sit so he could see up my dress too." "They're good ideas too, just don't do them all at once or he'll know something is up, and you've got to pretend you don't know anything so that he thinks he is teaching you. One of the most important things though is to make sure there's nobody else around or he will be too scared to do anything, he might be too scared anyway, but if anyone else is there forget it. Take it slowly, because if you go too fast you'll probably just make him mad." We have been talking for over two hours by now and the street lights of yet another town illuminate the interior of the canopy, Mara looks outside and says, "We're nearly home can I have another kiss before we get there?" I say, "Yes." and she squeals "Goody!" as she rolls over to straddle my stomach and leans forwards to press her lips to mine, there is no hesitation as her lively little tongue darts in to caress mine, I suck hard on it for a moment before crowding her tongue back into her mouth with my own. She practically inhales my tongue, swirling hers all around it, sucking and licking with abandon. As I pull my tongue back into my own mouth I feel her lips tighten just before her sharp teeth nip playfully at the retreating tip. Well two can play at this game and I shift my lips to suck on her nose, giving the tip a little nip before shifting to repeat the action on her right ear, as I suck her earlobe between my lips and take it gently between my teeth she giggles and her head almost disappears between her shoulders. Mara informs me we are only a couple of blocks from her home, so I take a quick look around in the shifting light to make sure there is no evidence of our amorous play, I spot my T-shirt and stuff it to the bottom of my bag and zip it closed. Nothing else seems out of place so I sit back with Mara in my lap until we pull up into a steep driveway. I open the lift door of the canopy and lower Mara to the ground outside, I then turn around and lift a still sleeping Mike into my arms, and return to the tailgate in time to hand him to his father, I toss the pillows out to Mara and jump down with my bag. Suddenly the grass is lit up as Sherry, who has gone on to open up the house, turns on the porch light. I look around and see a trampoline off to one side and a small above ground pool behind a safety fence. Behind the pool I can see the moon, just past full, just beginning to rise from the sea, a trail of magical light coming towards me and disappearing behind the bushes covering the steep slope down to the beach. "Can I take Geoff down to the beach?" Mara asks her mother as soon as we are inside the front door. "Ten minutes, you should be in bed young lady." Sherry acquiesces. With a whoop of delight Mara drags me to the doors overlooking the beach, and wrestles them open with my help. Then taking my hand leads me to a gate in the fence at the top of the steep slope, and through a tunnel in the bushes, down some a stairway of concrete blocks. We discard our footwear at the bottom of the stairs, and walk out on the still warm sand to the ragged line of seaweed and flotsam at the high tide mark. The packed sand slopes gently down to where the tide has just turned and is slowly advancing up the beach. Mara leads me down to where tiny little waves advance and retreat and then out until the water swirls around my knees, and threatens to wet her dress. Seeing this I bend over and tuck the hem inside the leg-band of her knickers, pausing a moment to run my fingertip over her warm little slit. Together we stand there, hand in hand, listening to the waves hiss on the sand behind us until the moon has fully cleared the horizon. "We better be getting back." I tell her, "I think your mother wants you in bed." "Will you carry me up to the stairs?", she pleads. I lift her up and she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs about my waist. My hands cup her bottom and I slide a finger under the gusset to rest along the length of her furrow. By the time we reach the bottom of the steps her pussy is slick and pull my finger back to work it in and out of her tight sheath a few times. She makes a small moue of disappointment when I withdraw my finger to suck it clean and opens her mouth to complain, I shush her and say, "You can do it to yourself once you've gone to bed." she still pouts but gives in with reasonably good grace. Mara leads me to a tap and shower under the bushes where we wash the sand from our feet and slip our footwear back on. Once we are inside the house I have my first chance to look it over, In the center is the guest bedroom that is to be mine along with the kitchen and the bathroom, surrounding these on all three sides is a closed in verandah, partitioned off into a lounge, and bedrooms for the children, beyond the kitchen is a large deck. Carl and Sherry's bedroom is an extension built on beside the front door. Sherry meets us in the kitchen and chases Mara off to bed. Mara delivers quick kisses to her parents, the one to her father just a trifle longer and wetter than the one she bestows on her mother. Mara then drags me after her saying "I want Geoff to read to me." "Mara! You're supposed to ask properly." To me Sherry says, "You don't mind?" "Of course not." I tell her and allow myself to be lead into Mara's bedroom. "Two chapters." Sherry calls after us. When Mara begins to undress I turn to wait outside, but she say's, "Don't be silly, sit there." and points to the foot of her bed. I do as I'm instructed, and watch Mara as she strips off her dress and drops it on the floor, I lean over and pick it up, fold it and lay it on the chair at the foot of the bed. Mara then peels her knickers off and tosses them in the corner, these I leave where they fall as I gaze at her pre-teen body. Her rounded belly sticking out over her puffy vulva, the labia slightly darkened by bruising. The tiny nipples decorating her chest are surprisingly dark. She pulls her baby doll pyjamas from under her pillow and bends over towards me to slip the panties on. I know she is too young to have real breasts but the layer of puppy fat beneath her nipples is compressed by the position of her arms and body and a convincing illusion of small titties is created. When she stands upright, her pseudo-titties disappear and she slips the top of her baby dolls on over her head. Mara then slips in between the sheets and slides over next to the wall, holding the covers back in an obvious invitation for me to get in beside her. I pick up the book and comply with her unspoken request, kicking my thongs off I slip in beside Mara leaning against the head board. Mara rests her head on my stomach and I open the book and start reading out loud. For Mara the day has been too much, first the trauma of breaking her cherry in such a painful fashion and then two powerful orgasms within minutes of each other have worn her out and I barely make it halfway through the chapter before she is fast asleep, tiny snores rasping from her mouth. I lay the book aside and sit there for a minute looking down at her face in repose, the corners of her cherubic mouth are drawn up in a tiny smile, and long almost invisible lashes rest on her bespeckled cheeks. I carefully slide from between the sheets cradling her head until I can gently lower it to the pillow. I gently rearrange the covers and tuck her in, bending to deposit a soft kiss on her slightly parted lips. As I pull back I notice her eyes have started to flicker behind their lids and I like to think that my kiss is what triggered her dream. Turning the light out I join Carl and Sherry at the table in the kitchen. "Half a chapter," I report, "and she was out like a light." "I thought that'd happen," Sherry says, "She's had a rather long and um, eventful day." We sit up for another half hour exchanging small talk, before Carl and Sherry decide to call it a night, I too retire to my bed, but the nap I had during the afternoon leaves me feeling wide awake now and I read my book until about three in the morning. Finally I turn out the light and fall asleep thinking of Mara. Chapter 14 - SHERRY'S INDISCRETION. I am woken the next morning by a weight on my stomach and fingers digging into my ribs, I pry open one eyelid and look blearily at a bright and cheerful looking Mara, who is sitting astride me and looking insufferably wide awake. I groan and pull my pillow over my face, saying, "Go 'way, wake me when it's morning." Mara snatches the pillow away and throws it on the floor, "It is morning, and I want to go swimming before breakfast." I look at the wall past Mara, the light streaming through the doors behind me tints the wall a burnt orange. Technically Mara is right, it is morning, but only just. Coming to the conclusion that I wont be allowed to sleep any longer I roll Mara off me and fall out of bed beside her. Hauling myself to my feet I stand in the open doorway and gaze out through the back doors to where the sun has still not cleared the horizon fully. Suddenly I see it, 'The Flash', for a brief fraction of a second the sun turns a brilliant shade of emerald green. Immediately I forgive Mara for the early wake up call. Behind me I hear Mara giggling and turn towards her, her giggles stop to be replaced by a gasp and a wide eyed stare. Following the direction of her gaze, I look down and realise that I have followed my usual custom of sleeping naked and my morning piss hardon is staring me in the face. "Hand me my shorts please." I say. Mara gropes around on the floor, until her hand encounters my pants, the whole time her eyes are locked on my groin. Only when I take them from her and slip them on does she blink. She meets my gaze for a moment and blushes prettily, her eyes dropping to examine the floor at her feet. "I gotta pee." I tell her and head for the toilet, Mara trailing along behind. Once there I have to practically shut the door in her face, she is so close behind me. Five minutes later, my immediate problem taken care of I emerge from the toilet, almost tripping over Mara in the doorway. "O.K.," I say, "how about that swim?" Mara takes me by the hand and tows me to her bedroom, motioning for me to sit on the bed. She then strips off her PJ's and stuffs them under the pillow. Turning away from me she bends over to open her bottom drawer, her cute little butt swaying from side to side as she tugs it open. Rummaging inside she extracts a tiny little bright orange bikini and holds it up for my inspection. I pretend to be blinded by the skimpy day-glo garment and she giggles delightfully. She quickly slips it on and turns for me to tie the string at the back. Mara grabs a towel from the bathroom and mine from my bag in my room and less than a minute later we are chasing the retreating tide down the beach. Entering the water I strike out after Mara, who knows the waters, and we allow the current to take us around a small headland to a pocket handkerchief of a beach under a sheer twenty meter cliff. From here only a small portion of the town can be seen a kilometre away over the water. For half an hour or so, we fool around in the water, diving for stones, swimming between each others legs and indulging in a little touchy-feelly but nothing too intense. When I protest that I haven't had much sleep and I'm getting tired Mara leads me to a hidden pocket in the rocks at the base of the cliff where the water has worn a natural seat in the stone. Pushing me back into it, Mara plumps herself in my lap and tucks my fingers into the top of her bikini bottoms. I pull my fingers free and hold them up to her lips, "I need some spit to make them slippery." I tell her and she obliges me by sucking the first two fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue about them to leave a liberal coating of saliva. I pull my fingers free with a pop and with my other hand I hold the waistband away from her belly, I look over her shoulders to the bottom of her belly where I can see the top of her little slit, the tip of her nubbin of a clit just visible. With my spit slickened fingers I tease her little button and I'm rewarded by it growing harder under my attentions. Her breathing rapidly becomes ragged and she thrusts her hips upwards against my fingers. Curling my fingers I slide them lower and tease the entrance of her vagina, feeling a slick moistness I press a fingertip against her tiny opening and slowly enter the tight channel. I stop as she winces and says, "Ouch!" Realising that her pussy has stiffened around her broken hymen and is a bit sore, I withdraw my hand from her pants. When she moans her disappointment, I reassure her, saying, "I've got a better Idea. You're going to love it." I pick her up from my lap and turn her around lifting her to stand on the rocks to either side of me, I slide down a little in my seat until her crotch is at the right height and pull the front of her bottoms to one side. For the first time I have a good close-up view of her pussy. The tip of her swollen clit peeks from between plump lips, mottled with a little bruising, with my thumbs I separate her labia and see tiny inner lips, engorged with blood, peek out at me pulsing with her heartbeat. She gasps as I stick out my tongue and drag it along the full length of her furrow, flicking over her clit at the top of my stroke. Her hands grab the back of my head, fingers entangled in my hair, she mashes her groin against my lips. Little moans and groans of pleasure emerge from her lips as I thoroughly lave the area from her rosy pucker to her clit. When I suck her clit between my lips and start humming, I feel one hand pull from my hair and hear a muffled shriek as she cums, her juices dripping onto my chin. Releasing her clit, I lick around the entrance of her vagina, lapping up the remainder of her delicious spend. As she descends from the heights of her climax I lower her to sit in my lap, my rigid cock pressing up into the crack of her pussy. Her eyes open and her tongue licks across my lips and over my chin collecting the overflow from her pussy. My face clean she presses her lips to mine and sucks my tongue into her mouth, her own fervently swirling around mine. Satisfied she has collected as much of her own juices as she can she pulls back, and looks me in the eye, "Your turn," she announces and wriggles from my lap to kneel in the sand between my feet. Undoing the button and fly on my shorts she tugs them down until she can lift my balls free, rolling them gently between her fingers, for a minute or so she examines my penis critically, moving it about to look at it from all sides and rolling the foreskin back and forth over the head. Satisfied with her examination she dips her head and licks from my balls to the tip, giggling when I twitch as her tongue passes over the sensitive skin below the slit. Eagerly, she drags her tongue all over my rampant prick until there is not one square millimetre that remains dry. "Suck it." I whisper, gently laying my hands on either side of her head and guiding it until my glans presses against her lips. With a little moan she parts he lips and takes the first three inches into her mouth, the tip bumping against the back of her throat and her tongue is pressed against the vein along the underside of my cock. Backing up a little she starts sucking like a baby. "Move your head up and down and use your hands and tongue." I tell her. She wraps both hands around the shaft of my cock, and bobs her head up and down, her hands sliding over my spit slickened shaft. At the top of her stroke her tongue gyrates about my glans, dragging over the sensitive folds of skin and darting into the hole at the tip. She giggles as my hips thrust upwards involuntarily and the vibrations come close to driving me over the edge. Pulling her mouth free, she explores my glans with her tongue, the tip curling under rim of the helmet then the whole of her tongue laving over the tip. All the while her hands continue pumping as she drools copious quantities of spit down the length of my shaft. For a moment she pulls back to admire her handiwork, the knob is now a mottled purple and the skin is tight as a drum, then bends to engulf me within the warm cavern of he mouth. The feeling of her lips sliding over my prick is the last straw and I groan as I release a stream of creamy sperm into her mouth, surprised she jerks backwards and the next two jets splash across her cheeks, and chin before she recovers and plunges forwards to gulp down the remainder of my load. As my spasms subside she nurses on my prick until it has softened completely, then sits back on her heels to grin up at me, a greasy rope of semen hanging obscenely from the point of her chin. "Did I do good?" she asks, as the glob of cum breaks free and falls to land on the string joining the tiny triangles of cloth covering her nipples. "The best." I reply, as I lift her upwards and wash her chest and face clean with my tongue, before thrusting it between her lips and licking all over the inside of her mouth. I hug her tight for a minute or two as I recover, marvelling that one so young can give so much pleasure. Finally I lift her to her feet and fasten my shorts, saying "We better get cleaned up." With a whoop, Mara runs after the retreating tide and splashes into the water, on still wobbly legs, I slowly follow her. As I come near where she is standing nipple deep in the water, she splashes me in the face. With a roar I dive beneath her and catching her legs I drag her beneath the waves. When I get my feet under me and stand up Mara wraps her arms about my neck and presents pursed lips to me as though asking for a kiss. As I dip my head to comply, she shoots a jet of water in my face and putting her feet in my belly pushes off before I can seize her and administer chastisement. Feeling something slimy slide past my leg I reach down and encounter a piece of seaweed, with an inward grin I take it and plunge after a giggling Mara. A short chase ensues before I catch her and deliberately suck up a mouthful of water, I get her in the ear as she shakes her head to avoid my retaliatory strike. She then squeals in outrage, as I take my true revenge and stuff the rope of seaweed through the back of her bikini bottoms and tie it in place. She has to remove her bottoms completely, so she can see the knot to untie it, scowling at my perfidy all the time. When she finally is able to throw the seaweed at me I snatch the scrap of cloth from her hands and pull her to me before she can get away. She struggles in my grasp until I slide a hand between her legs and gently tweak her clitoris, suddenly her struggles cease as I pinch and rub her rapidly hardening clit. I caress along the length of her slit with gentle fingers, teasing the entrance to her vagina but not entering its still sore confines. She rapidly soars to a climax, her thighs clamping tight on my hand as she squeals out her joy, then relaxes to rest her head on my shoulder. Suddenly we hear the faint pealing of a bell and Mara's head jerks up from my shoulder. "That's Mum ringing for us," she informs me, "we have to go back now." I quickly help her back into her bathers and we head for base of the headland, we scramble over the rocks and run over the sand to collect our things. We rinse the salt water from our bodies under the shower, where Mara strips off her bikini and wrings the excess water from it, I follow suit then shut off the water. Enfolding Mara in a towel, I swiftly rub her dry, she then returns the favour, though I have to attend to my own head and shoulders. Mara throws her towel around her shoulders, while I wrap mine sarong style about my waist, we are just starting up the steps as the bell peals out again above us. Sherry meets us at back door, a large brass bell in her hand. "Toss those wet things over the line and come and get your breakfast before it gets any colder." she instructs us. When I head for my room to put some clothes on, Sherry stops me, saying, "Later. Your breakfast is on the table." Together we troop into the kitchen, and take our places at the table, steaming bowls of porridge before us. Opposite me Mara has let her towel drop to the seat and is sitting unconcernedly naked, shovelling her breakfast into her mouth. Sherry is not eating and I ask her "Where is everybody else?" "Carl has left for work and Mike is next door with Brendan." Sherry informs me. Once we have eaten I say to Sherry, "I saw 'The Flash' this morning." "'The Flash'. What's that?" "When the Sun turns green for a second as it rises. It was called 'The Flash' in a book I read once." I explain. "Oh, I know what you mean, Carl's seen it once or twice when he was out on the trawler. You were very lucky you know, he says its rare as hens teeth. How did you manage to see it?" "Well, I got an early wake up call," I glare at Mara who just grins back at me, "and while I was stretching in the doorway I saw it." "Yeah he sure looked funny." Mara giggles. "What do you mean?" Sherry asks Mara. Mara turns several shades of pink, and looks at her plate, not saying anything. "Well?" Sherry verbally prods her daughter. "What she's 'not' trying to say is that she got an eyeful when she woke me up this morning." I explain, "You see I usually sleep naked and as I had had only about three hours sleep, I rolled out of bed without thinking. It was only when Mara started giggling that I realised that something was up." I realise I've made a poor choice of words as Mara giggles again, gulping the word "up" between titters. Sherry raises an eyebrow, "Up?" she asks, worlds of meaning are contained in that one word. "Uh, my bladder was a little on the full side." I explain. "Oh! Well that explains that." "I'll wear jocks to bed from now on." I promise. "Don't worry about it, we're pretty casual around here anyway. It's just that yours was probably the first actual erection she's seen, except for maybe her little brother." "Uh, what do you want me to do if she uh, makes inquiries?" I ask, trying to avoid giving the 'little big ears' opposite me any ideas. "Well you did such a good job with her little brother, why don't we see what you can do with Mara right now." Sherry says, putting me right on the spot. "Uh, how far do you want me to go?" "Just why you were the way you were this morning, I think." Sherry says. I turn to Mara, who has been following our conversation with interest, she now looks at me expectantly. "Mara," I say, "you know how my penis was standing up this morning, well it sometimes gets that way if I need to go to the toilet really bad. You see the muscles that stop me from peeing sometimes make other muscles tighten up so blood can get into my penis but can't get out again, like if you wind a piece of string around your finger the tip goes purple and it gets hard too." "So how do you pee then?" Mara asks. "I have to relax and wait for the blood to drain away. I tell her. Sherry nods her approval at my explanation, however Mara has only devilry in mind when she asks her next question. "But I saw a dog the other day and his penis was red and hard, but her wasn't trying to pee, he was making it go in and out of a girl dog's pussy. " she then giggles and repeats "dog's pussy" then begins laughing uncontrollably. I look to Sherry for guidance, she shrugs her shoulders and sighs, "You might as well tell her the rest." I wait for Mara's laughter to subside to intermittent giggles and ask her to get me a pencil and some paper, when she returns she has herself under control. I quickly sketch the appropriate diagrams, answering "Because it seems pretty stupid to draw it soft, when the subject is sex." when Sherry asks why I've drawn an erect penis. I then repeat the lesson of the previous evening, further edited for Sherry's (or is it my) sake. I look to her at each point for guidance but she remains silent from beginning to end, even when I begin to talk about the pleasurable aspects of sex. "Well I think that about covers everything." Sherry comments once I'm finished. To me she continues, "You did a pretty good job, how come you're so knowledgeable, it doesn't seem like that's the first time you've given that explanation. I turn to Mara and say, "Mara, would you please go out and play on the trampoline or something for a while, I want to talk to your mother alone." She goes into her room to get dressed then heads outside. Once I hear the springs creaking, I say to Sherry, "Can I have your word to keep quiet about this, I don't want to get other people into trouble." She agrees and I tell her, "You know about the storm last week, well did you know I ended up looking after two girls in someone else's house?" "Yes, Liam told me about it." Sherry replies. "Well Katy managed to find one of the more explicit pornography magazines (I guess it was left behind by her eldest brother when he moved out.) while we were moving some blankets up to the house and I didn't find out about it until the two of them were half way through it. When I caught them giggling over it they started asking questions and I figured the best thing to do was to give them the full story. And it was a good thing I caught them with the book, as it turns out that Lena is already sexually active and did not have a clue about where baby's came from." "Oh! Well I hope you were in time?" "Me too, it should be O.K. though, from what she says the times were wrong. I'm going to give her a box of condoms when get back." I say. "You can count me in for a box too, I don't care what the law says. Breaking Joh's" (The corrupt, though puritanical state premier of the time) "stupid law, is better than a teenage pregnancy." Sherry tells me. Suddenly, Sherry notices that I am trying to conceal my erection under my towel, and comments, "I see all that talk and thinking about sex has had an effect on you." "I'm sorry." I try to apologise. Sherry, however, just laughs "Don't worry about it." she says, adding suggestively, "Maybe we can do something about it." My eyebrows head for the nape of my neck and Sherry nods in answer to my questioning look. "What about?", and I jerk my head in the direction of the squeaking trampoline as I begin to think with my little head. "Oh! Good point." she says, "Mara Honey." she calls out. "Yes Mum?" Mara asks from the doorway a moment later. "Geoff and I need to talk for a while longer, why don't you go and play next door until I call you? And don't say anything about what he told you to anybody. Brenda will decide when it's time to tell her kids. O.K.?" "O.K. Mum." Mara says, and scurries off. "Well that takes care of that problem. Now let's see about taking care of yours." With this Sherry stands up and walks to my room. Nervously I get up and follow her. In the bedroom, Sherry pushes me backwards to sit on the end of the bed and opens the towel to expose my cock, which has now subsided to half mast. Standing in front of me she peels her boob-tube off over her head revealing her small, firm, conical breasts. She then unfastens her shorts and lets them fall to the floor. Sherry stands before me with only a very brief pair of white lace panties concealing her pussy from my gaze, as I look between her legs I notice a spreading patch of wetness staining the gusset of her knickers. With a gesture she indicates that she wants me to remove them for her. With trembling hands I reach out and grasp the waistband and slowly work her knickers downwards to reveal a neatly trimmed bush, shaved to a strip only an inch or so wide, above her clean shaven cleft. My nose is assaulted by a heady odour as my hands pass the level of her pussy, the wet fabric briefly adhering to her labia before pulling away, strings of clear pussy juice stretching between the gusset and her vulva, snapping as I work her knickers over the widest part of her thighs. Moving my hands a little lower I release her knickers to fall on top of her shorts. I lift my gaze past her face to grin up into her face from which she looks down at me with lust filled eyes. A light pressure of her hands on the back of my head tells me what she wants me to do, I place my hands on her hips and follow her lead, blowing a stream of warm air over her pubes, I listen to her moan softly in the back of her throat. At the last moment I veer aside to blow a sustained zoober into her navel. She yelps in surprise and as she collapses, I swing her body so she falls on the bed, landing on her back with her knees at the edge. I roll on top of her and lift myself to straddle her hips, leaning forwards I silence her protests by pressing my lips to hers, sliding my tongue in to wrestle briefly with hers. I withdraw momentarily, kiss her eyes closed then proceed to explore every square inch of her body with my tongue. I lap over her forehead and quivering eyelids before licking over her high cheekbone to thrust my tongue into her ear then nibble briefly on her earlobe. I trace the line of her jaw with little nips and licks over her chin to her other ear. I cover her throat and shoulders with my lips and tongue, then drag my tongue over the fine stubble in her armpit and along her arm to suck briefly on each of her fingers. I give her other arm the same treatment then trace around her breasts in a figure eight, slowly contracting the loops until my tongue encounters the rougher texture of her aereoli. She groans in frustration when I abandon her heaving chest to track along the bottom of her rib cage, before laving her abdomen from pubis to ribs, carefully avoiding her navel. I then drag my tongue upwards over her torso tracing the center line of her body from just above her pulsating clitoris, she jumps when I dip briefly into her navel then continue onwards along the line of her sternum, over her throat, chin, lips nose and forehead. Only now do I return to her breasts to feel her writhe and moan as I suck and nip momentarily on each of her engorged nipples. She moans and lifts her hips off the bed as I drag my tongue over her swollen labia lapping up the strongly flavoured, musky juices flowing copiously from her vagina, over the crack of her arse to a spreading wet patch on the bed. She moans and thrusts her hips at me trying to get me to pays some attention to the clitoris which is peeping out from beneath her pubes. She groans loudly and her hips collapse back to he bed when I ignore her pleading invitation, to continue down her legs to her feet. I remove the knickers hanging from her left ankle and toss them aside, then lick and suck on each of her toes. As soon as I roll her over she begins grinding her mound into the bedspread trying to achieve some sort of relief, as I drag my tongue hard over the soles of her feet, her toes curl up tightly. My tongue is tiring as I work up the backs of her legs, pausing to nibble on the sensitive area behind her knees, then over her thighs to sink my teeth into the firm flesh of her buttocks. She lifts her hips from the bed as I separate the cheeks and clean up the juices that have flowed from her vagina into the cleft of her arse. Her body goes completely rigid and she bites into the pillow, as I stiffen my tongue and thrust it into the crinkled pucker that winks at me from between her quivering buttocks. By now my tongue is so tired that I decide to forego her back and shoulders and roll her back over and plunge my tongue directly between her swollen labia into the overheated furnace of her vagina. Again she goes rigid then emits a muffled scream as I separate her pussy lips and suck her clitoris into my mouth, although it is smaller than Katy's there is still enough for me to do my suck, nip and pull on it, on the third repeat her legs squeeze tight on my ears, she cums hard, thrashing and bucking all over the bed, muffled screams emerging from somewhere above me. When her thighs release my head I crawl upwards over her body to rest on my elbows above her, my eyes looking into hers. She spits the corner of a pillow from between her teeth and groans up at me, "Jeezus Christ! Where the fuck did you learn to give a girl a trip around the world?" She asks. "Natural talent?" I grin down at her, pussy juice dripping from my chin. "No way, you did my arse like a pro. Where did you pick THAT up? It was years before Carl would do that." There was no way I was going to tell her that the first arsehole I'd sucked belonged to a nine year old girl, so I settle for an enigmatic grin. "Well Mr 'Natural Talent', I want you fuck me NOW." Lifting my hips I reach between us and guide the head of my prick to rest at the entrance to her vagina for a moment before I slide it home, deep into the warm, wet, confines of her pussy, which still ripples with the aftershocks of her tremendous orgasm. Suddenly Sherry stiffens and stares like a frightened rabbit past my shoulder at something. I turn slowly to see Mara standing in the doorway staring goggle eyed at the junction of our bodies. "Mara Lauren Hardy!" Sherry yells as she shoves me off her body, "What are you doing here?" Mara holds up her bikini and speaks in a scared little voice, "Barbara is taking us down to the beach so I came to get my bathers and I heard some funny noises. Are you having sex?" "Yes Honey, we were." Sherry answers, softening her voice as she realises how she is scaring her daughter. "But what about Daddy, don't you love him any more?" Mara asks, fear still apparent in her voice. "Oh Honey, of course I do, we were just having a bit of fun." Sherry says, "Are you going to tell him?" Suddenly Mara realises that it is she who has the upper hand, "Not if I can watch you." she bargains. Sherry groans and hides her face, while I wink at a grinning Mara. Mara jumps onto the bed and hugs her mother. "Please?" she wheedles, her head pressed to Sherry's breast. Sherry pushes her daughter back and looks into her eyes, "You really want to do this?" she asks and Mara nods earnestly. "Well you better go and make sure nobody comes looking for you then." Mara hugs and showers kisses on both of us then hurries off. Sherry and I sit up on the end of the bed and look at each other. "What now?" she asks. "I guess we give her a practical demonstration of the theory I taught her this morning." I reply. "You're taking this pretty calmly." Sherry observes. "When the alternative is getting out of the country before lunch time, I'm calm, I'm calm." "Good point." Sherry laughs a trifle hysterically. Slipping my hand between her legs, I continue, "And since the cat IS out of the bag, we might as well make the beast of it. After all an audience is always good to spice things up." "I guess, you're right" Sherry replies wriggling on my fingers, "and you know what? The idea of it being a seven year old girl makes it even spicier." She reaches over and fists my stiffening shaft, "I see the idea is getting to you too." I blush and admit that it is. "You like the idea that my little baby girl watches while you put this big nasty cock in my hot, wet pussy, don't you?" she asks as she continues to fist my now rigid member. I groan as she continues, "Are you thinking about me sucking your fat disgusting prick while my innocent little daughter watches you force your swollen piece of man meat between my pouting red lips?" Her hand drops between her thighs force mine harder against her drooling fuck slit." Sherry is getting more and more worked up as she gets right into her fantasy, "Do you want to force me to watch, while you jam your big, fat, nasty, fuck stick into my innocent baby girl's tight, defenceless, little, seven year old fuck hole?" "OHHH FUUUUUUUCK!" I groan as I collapse backwards, spraying cum everywhere. The first spurt jets up to streak my face from chin to brow, the next, weaker, spurts spatter my chest and stomach the last few dribble out to coat my aching cock and Sherry's hand. Beside me Sherry is in the throes of her own massive climax and her hand leaves my still twitching groin to savagely maul her tits, while she forces my hand aside and jams four fingers into her drooling cunt with painful force, whilst she chants "YESSS, YESSSSSS, OHHHH, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" between clenched teeth. As we slowly recover we notice Mara is standing in the doorway again, looking on in wide eyed amazement. "Are you all right Mummy? I told them you wanted me to come home and help you with something." Mara tells us, adding, "And I locked the doors too." "Yes I'm fine Honey, I was just feeling good like Geoff told you this morning. And you're a very smart girl for thinking about locking the doors." Sherry praises her daughter. "Mummy, is that his sperm?" She asks, pointing at my liberally bespattered body. "Yes it is." "Then how am I going to watch you, if you already made it squirt out?" she asks. "Well we'll just have to get him ready again, wont we?" Sherry says to her bug-eyed daughter. "You mean you want me to help you?" Mara squeals, clapping her hands with glee. "Uh, Huh." Sherry nods, "Why don't you take your clothes off?" Mara wastes no time and ten seconds later her dress and little girl knickers lie in a crumpled heap on the floor as she stands before us her puffy little mound thrust forwards in proud display. "Come here and taste this Honey." Sherry says as she holds out a finger coated in sperm. Mara looks at it curiously, "What is it Mummy?" "It's nice, tasty cream. See?" Sherry says, as she opens her mouth and sucks one finger clean. "Now you try it." Mara acts a little scared as she leans forwards and takes a tentative lick at her mother's sperm coated finger. A smile appears on her lips, "It's yummy!" she declares as she grabs her mother's wrist and carefully laps up every morsel of my sexual secretions on her mother's hand. "Can I have some more?" she begs of her mother. A lustful light gleams anew in Sherry's eyes as she wipes up a dribble of sperm from my chest and offers it to her hungry daughter. Mara greedily sucks her mother's finger clean and complains, "That's too slow." She then climbs on the bed and leans over to lap the cum directly from my face, chest and stomach. She follows the trail lower until she is licking all over my twitching prick and balls. Sherry looks on in totally dumbfounded amazement. She feels my gaze and asks, "Why are you looking at me?" I reply, "A headjob's a headjob, but your expression is totally priceless." "Look Mummy," Mara's voice distracts us, "it's getting bigger." she says, her tiny fist holds my halfway hard prick up to her mother's gaze. "Put it in your mouth and suck it Honey, that will make it grow even faster." My cock is still small enough for Mara to take it completely inside her lips, but her head is forced backwards as it rapidly grows, until Mara is sucking baby-like on only the crown and the first inch or so of my shaft. Sherry observes this for a while idly teasing her clit with her fingertips, then gently lifts her daughter's head from my groin. "Not quite, you do it like this Honey." she tells Mara and proceeds to give me a very professional blowjob. Lena may have a natural talent, but Sherry has years of practice behind her and I am soon ready to spray her tonsils. Sherry pulls back just before I cum, and looks at her daughter, "There that's how you do it." She restrains Mara as she immediately dives for my cock, "You better wait a minute, until he calms down a bit or he'll squirt before you're ready." "O.K. Mummy, can I look at your pussy while I wait?" Mara asks. "Yeah," I grin, "Can we look at your pussy." Sherry grins back at me, "Why not?" I sit up and push Sherry onto her back and she props herself up on her elbows. With clinical precision I hold Sherry's labia apart and point out the various features of her mother's genitals to Mara, fondling each part until Sherry is panting and her hips gyrate in a slow rhythm. "Can I touch it Mummy?" Sherry hisses, "Yesss!" and her hips jerk as Mara reaches out a finger to trace from her mother's clit to her vaginal opening where it is swallowed to the last knuckle. Mara withdraws her finger from her mother's gaping cunny and critically examines its glistening coating. She sniffs at it then sucks it clean. "You taste nice too Mummy." Mara says, as she returns her finger to Sherry's drooling fuck slit for more. "Oh, put another finger in!" Sherry gasps, her head thrown back. Mara grins wickedly as I whisper some instructions in her ear. Sherry grunts and her head snaps forwards as Mara follows my instructions by forming a fist and forcing it with an obscene squelch into her mother's overflowing fuck hole, sinking in to just below her elbow. Mara then leans forwards to suck hard on her mother's swollen clitoris while she pumps her arm in and out. I'm slap my hand over Sherry's mouth as the volume of her cries becomes louder and louder as her body thrashes wildly all over the bed. Suddenly she stiffens, her hips thrusting up and down as she spasms over and over again, cumming continuously for nearly three minutes until she finally slide into unconsciousness and her body goes limp as a wet dishrag. Mara withdraws her arm with an obscene slurp, and shakes some feeling back into it. "Wow, it felt like you was going to break my arm Mummy." she says, then noticing her mother's closed eyes and lack of movement she asks, concernedly, "Is Mummy all right?" "She's fine," I say, "You just made her feel so good that she fell asleep for a minute." A look of relief passes over Mara's face. Suddenly Sherry's arm snaps out and she grabs a handful of my hair, pulling me towards her until our faces are only inches apart. "You bastard!" she hisses as me, "You told her to do that, didn't you? That has got to be the most incredible thing I've ever felt." Having said this she pulls my lips to hers, our teeth grind together as gives me the most violent kiss I've ever received, her teeth scraping a little painfully over my tongue, when she invades my mouth I return the favour, chewing on her tongue. When we part Sherry pushes me over onto my back, saying, "He's ready for you now Mara". Mara squeals with delight and starts working my cock over like her mother had shown her before, slobbering wetly all along its length, sucking hard on the tip, and sliding her hands up and down the slick length of my shaft. Removing her lips from my glans she changes her hand motions, so that when one hand is moving upwards the other is moving down to meet it, then reversing directions her lower hand moving to strike my pubic bone as the upper massages over the head then returning to a more conventional motion as her mouth descends once more to engulf my cock head. As my balls churn and tighten for the first time, Sherry snakes her hand under Mara's and pressed her thumb hard at the base of my penis, just as I begin jerking with now dry spasms. Sherry gently squeezes and fondles my balls as she tells Mara to keep working on my now hypersensitive cock and she quickly ramps me towards another climax. Again Sherry denies me my release. Five time they tease me to a dry orgasm, until my hips are jerking so hard that Sherry has to sit on my thighs so that Mara can maintain her lip lock on my cock. The hyper-sensitised skin of my glans is stretched so tight that it feel like it is splitting and my balls throb with a dull burning ache. Finally on the sixth peak Sherry allows my release. My balls boil over, and it feels like someone has thrust a red hot wire along the length of my urethra as my cum completes the journey that has been denied to it five times before. I groan at the incredible pleasure/pain as the first jet streams into Mara's tiny mouth, already her cheeks bulge dangerously as my cum fills her mouth to overflowing. Mara holds on like a trooper as the second jet burns it's lava like course through my cock a small dribble of white leaking from the corner of her mouth. The third spurt is too much for her and she has to release my cock as my sperm bubbles obscenely from her nose. The next splashes across her face and chest in a diagonal stripe running from above her right eye to her left nipple, as she swallows convulsively and snorts her nose clear. After that, the last thing I remember is Sherry locking onto my spasming cock, sucking as if she wanted to pull my balls out through my prick. I recover to feel Mara's gentle lips on my prick as she carefully licks me clean. When she feels me stir she sits lifts her head and observes, "You sure squirted a lot of sperm." I look from her semen streaked features to Sherry's, she too has blobs of my cum dribbling from her nostrils. "I hope I didn't drown anybody." I joke weakly. Mara giggles and Sherry asks, "Well how did you like it?" "It feels like you put my dick through a mincer," I tell her, "It was great." I groan and struggle to a sitting position, then look down to where my cock has shrunk to a tiny inch long nubbin and it feels like the skin has been flayed from it, bellow, my balls throb in time to my heartbeat. Finally I recover enough to leer evilly at Mara, who retreats into a huddled ball in the corner, "Your turn, little girl." I say in my best sepulchral tone. She lets out a long drawn out "Nooooooooo." before spoiling it by giggling. Together Sherry and I drag a squirming, giggling Mara from the corner, and stretch her out between us, pinning an arm and a leg each. Leaning over Mara's body I whisper in Sherry's ear, she grins and nods at what I say. We stand up face to face and suspend Mara, with her back to me, between us by her arms enjoying her feeble, giggling attempts to escape. Together we proceed to give Mara a tongue bath starting with her fingers and slowly lifting her higher until I am able to thrust my tongue between her buttocks and into her tight little arsehole. In front Sherry is licking all over the outside of Mara's literally dripping quim. By now the sounds emerging from Mara's lips have alternated several times between giggles and little moans, settling on the latter as we continue to work on her little anus and pussy lips. Next comes the truly diabolical part of my plan as we exchange front for back and top for bottom. Starting again at Mara's head we work our tongues over her body, as I pass her chest I nip on her tiny erect nipples, this time we bypass her genitals and backside completely as we work down/up her legs to her tiny little feet. I suck Mara's toes entirely into my mouth as Sherry chews gently on the heels. Lifting her higher we both lower our lips to the junction of Mara's legs. When our heads bump together, we confer over Mara's saturated slit, then lower her to the bed. Sherry starts kissing all over her daughter's face as I curl Mara into a ball and lick from arsehole to clit. When she cums with a shriek, Sherry silences her daughter with her lips as I continue to assault Mara's quivering groin. I wet all my fingers with the copious juices flowing from the pulsating vagina before me, before working my ring finger into her tight pink arsehole and the two others into the squeezing, vice like grip of her vagina. My lips and teeth suck and nip on her clit as I begin sliding my fingers in and out of Mara's clenching holes. My relentless assault continues until it is Mara's turn to lapse into unconsciousness. We both sit back, me with my fingers still inside her, and watch her until she returns to the land of the living. "Oooohhh." she groans as I now extract my fingers from her body. "How do you feel Honey?" Sherry asks as her daughter stretches like a cat. "Like I just went through the blow hole." She replies, "And I want to do it all over again." I get up from the floor to sit on the edge of the bed, and Sherry moves to sit likewise, her daughter between us. She reaches, with one hand, across Mara's recumbent body to fist my now recovered and rampant member, the other plays at her daughters tiny slit. I twitch as she asks, "How'd you like shove this," "into here," "and split my baby girl in two?" Mara struggles up onto her elbows and objects, "I want Daddy to be first Mummy." "Well I want to watch you get fucked NOW Mara!" Sherry says, lust rising in her eyes as her fantasy takes hold once more. "No buts!" she says as Mara tries to object once more. I give Sherry a little shake and when she looks at me, I say, "Wrong! She doesn't want me to, she wants her father." "But her father never will." She protests, "Don't you want to fuck her." she asks, suddenly changing her tack, trying to make it look to Mara like I don't want her. "Stop it Sherry!" I say, giving her another shake, "Of course I'd love to fuck her. She's got the tightest, hottest little hole I've ever encountered, but I'm not going to take from her what she wants to give to her father." "But I tell you her father won't do it." "Mara's got to find that out for herself." I say, then start whispering in her ear, "Besides if it makes you hot to think about ME jamming my prick into your baby girls tight little hole, think how much hotter it would be to have your husband's big, fat, nasty cock pumping in and out of his defenceless little daughter's bald little cunt." Sherry's hand slides down into her lap and begins to feverishly massaging her entire crotch, as I continue. "Stretching her small, hairless pussy until she squeals like a stuck pig, and filling her up with big greasy curds of the same gooey spunk that made her inside you nearly eight years ago. Pounding away in her tight little fuck hole until his seed overflows her tight, quivering little pussy and spurts out around his bludgeoning fuck meat and coating the big hairy balls that are slapping against her tiny little pink arsehole." I keep my lips by Sherry's ear as she falls backwards onto the bed, four fingers of one hand plunging in and out of her cunt as the other begins to maul her breasts. "Does the nasty, dirty minded, SLUT of an INCESTUOUS mother like the idea of her tiny, little, innocent, baby girl, bouncing up and down on her Daddy's swollen fuck pole like a WHORE?" I say in a hissing whisper, Sherry shrieks and jams her entire fist into her cunt as her other hand twists and pulls viscously on her nipples, while Mara looks on in amazement, her own fingers fluttering busily in her lap. I continue "Does that excite you, are you thinking about you big, strong, virile husband pounding his BABY daughter's tiny little body into the mattress as he sprays her womb with his potent seed, trying to plant a baby in YOUR baby." Sherry's body jerks convulsively. "Oh, you like that, do you? Does thinking about your seven year old BABY daughter finishing the third grade with her belly as big as a beach ball excite the bad, nasty, depraved mummy." Sherry's body flops like a landed fish as she breathes, "Yessss. Yesss. Ohhhh fuck yesss." over and over again, finally I have to forcibly remove her hand from her cunt before she is able to stop cumming. I cuddle Mara in my lap idly stroking her slit and fondling her clit. I tease Mara through two small orgasms in the time it takes for her mother to recover from what was the most mind shattering climax I've ever witnessed. When she is finally able to move she struggles to her knees and hugs both of us, "I'm sorry Mara, I should never have tried to make you do something you didn't want to do." To me, she says, "And you, you bastard, stop reading. If you learn anything else, your next partner is not going to survive the experience." "I take it I did good then?" I grin at her. "Good! Good you lousy bastard, you were fucking magnificent." "And I didn't even touch you." I notice the clock on the dresser, "Shit, it's nearly eleven o'clock we better get this brothel cleaned up." I say as I survey the saturated shambles we have made of the bed. Sherry giggles at my choice of words. "You two go ahead and have a shower while I clean the room up." She tells us. "Open up the doors on your way." I pull some clean clothes from my bag and scoop up Mara's dress and panties from the floor, while Mara goes to unlock the front and back doors. In the bathroom Mara and I have a quick shower then towel each other dry. Once we are dressed we return to find my room transformed, neat as a pin and positively reeking of air freshener. The washing machine rumbles in the laundry. Sherry emerges from her room dressed in her bathers, a high cut, lemon yellow one piece with a plunging neckline. "Could you two make some sandwiches while I go and have a swim and get Mike?" she asks us. "Sure." we agree, as Sherry hurries out the back door. "Oh, by the way, you spilled your tea on the bed while you were changing Geoff" She calls over her shoulder. In the kitchen Mara and I swiftly turn a loaf of bread into a mixture of ham, corned beef and salad sandwiches, then attack the breakfast dishes that are still lying about. As we work Mara starts questioning me. "What were you saying to Mummy that got her so excited Geoff?" "Um, I was saying some things that made her have really sexy thoughts." I answer. "Yeah, but WHAT did you say?" she asks, handing me some tomatoes from the fridge. "Things that I don't think you need to know about yet." I prevaricate. "But I know all about sex, why can't you tell me what you said to Mummy?" I stop working to kneel down and turn Mara to me so I am looking into her eyes. "Mara, you are still very young, you are doing things now that most girls don't do until they are much older. I've told you a lot about sex, but not everything, you have to believe me that there are some things about sex that you really are too young to know about yet. And some of the things I was saying to your mother are like that. "I will say this though, your mother really likes the idea of your dad having sex with you and I think she will help you with him now. O.K.?" "I guess so, but I think you're mean." she assents reluctantly. I rise from my knees, and continue with the lunch preparations. Mara digests my words for a few minutes then remarks, "I guess I can make Mummy do what I want now, if she's not supposed to have sex with me." 'Uh-oh,' I think, I've got to head off this line of thought quickly. "Wrong!" I say, "If you try to do that you're just going to cause a lot of trouble." "Why?" "Think about it for a minute. If your mum starts to do extra things for you, who's going to be the first to notice?" I ask. "Mike, I guess." "And if Mike notices you getting special treatment what's he going to do?" She thinks for a moment before answering, "Uh, spy on us to see why?" "Right. And what do you think he's going to do when he finds out what you're up to?" "Tell Daddy. But that's all right because I'm going to fuck Daddy too." "Not yet though. And if her finds out the wrong way he's just going to be mad and you'll never get to fuck him." "Oh!" she says in a small voice. "Even if that didn't happen, what would happen if Mike told Brendan and Brendan told his mother and then she told someone else and so on, pretty soon every body is going to hear about it, then you, your mum and dad and me would all get into a lot of trouble, all because you were greedy and tried to make your mum your slave." In an even smaller voice, she says "Oh!" "Exactly. So you see you've got to be just the same little girl for your mum and dad that you were before." Mara stands in silent reverie while she thinks about what I have said. While she ponders upon my words I finish cutting lunch, cover it with glad wrap and put the plates in the fridge. As I start gathering the breakfast dishes Mara speaks, "You're right, and I thought of something else too, I don't like it if I'm forced me to play with someone I don't like. I guess Mummy would feel like that too, if I made her do things for me." "Good girl, I didn't think of that, but you're right if you make someone do something, that should be fun, that they really don't want to, they just get mad and try to spoil it. Now enough deep thoughts, start drying the dishes." "But I don't want to." Mara say's with an impudent grin. "Ha, ha", I say, flicking her bum with the tea towel before handing it to her. She sticks out her tongue as she snatches the cloth from my hand and begins wiping plates. She puts away the last plate as Sherry returns with Mike in tow, fifteen minutes later Carl pulls up in the drive. Chapter 15 - A SPANKING. After lunch Mike, before he has finished chewing his last bite, scampers back to his friend next door while Carl leans back and has a final cup of coffee before returning to his work at the construction site. "How are you liking it here?" he asks. "It's been pretty good so far, except for an early wake up call." I say, glaring at a grinning Mara. "Though I did get to see 'the flash' where sun turn green, so it had it's compensations." "Lucky sod, When I was working the prawn trawlers I'd watch for it every morning and I've only seen it twice." He grumbles, cheerfully. "And Mara saw a 'flash' of a different kind." Sherry says, as she starts the campaign of bringing her husband into her newly discovered fun and games. Though a little warning would have been nice. "What do you mean by that?" "Well it seems out guest sleeps in the raw and with less than three hours sleep, he didn't think about the show he was putting on until his alarm clock started giggling at his butt. And to top it off, excessive pressure in his bladder had left him with a piss hardon of monumental proportions." Sherry explains, enjoying my discomfiture. "Sherry!" Carl scolds, flicking his eyes at a giggling Mara. "Don't worry about it, Mara got the full scoop this morning after breakfast." "Everything?" Carl asks incredulously. "Well, we tried to limit it to the mechanics of bladder over pressure, but she was just too smart for us Paw. You remember those two dogs you turned the hose on before your impressionable children saw anything?" Carl nods. "Well you weren't quick enough with the hose and Mara saw enough to start putting two and two together. I decided that it would be better if she got the whole story accurately instead of letting her try to find out for herself. You know what she is like with questions." "Don't I just." Carl groans, "I'm glad it was you and not me." Sherry laughs, "It was Geoff who told her. I decided that since he started it, he should finish it. He did a damned good job of it too, I must say." Carl gives me a strange look that I can't interpret. His chair then scrapes backwards as he rises, saying, "Well talking doesn't put dinner on the table, I've got to get back to work. See you this evening." With that he slaps his hat on and heads for the truck. "I can't believe you did that." I say. Sherry grins, "Why not? Now I think we need to have a long talk, before Mara starts getting above her station." "Maybe not that long," I say, "We covered the blackmail angle while we made lunch and I'm pretty sure I convinced Mara how dangerous that particular crime is." "Well it wouldn't have worked anyway. Carl and I have an understanding. He knows I like to play around, just like I know about his little games too and sometimes we like to play around with others, together, if you Know what I mean. It makes our sex life so much more fun when we tell each other about our little lapses and we keep on learning new things too." (Well that explains the funny look.) "Huh! Then why did you let Mara blackmail you this morning?" "I didn't, I let her blackmail you. Once I got over the first shock of seeing her there and she asked to watch, I started thinking about her watching us and maybe joining in. I wasn't sure how you'd react so I felt you out, so to speak and the rest is, as they say, history. "The only thing I'm worried about is Mara saying something at the wrong time." "We covered that subject incidentally in the blackmail talk. I guess while we're making confessions we should add one more." "What do you mean." suddenly it dawns on her and she looks speculatively from Mara to me. "Tell me about it." I explain how I came to be accidentally rubbing Mara's pussy in the back of the truck the previous night, and how when I tried to stop, Mara wanted me to keep going. How I stimulated her to her first orgasm and then our joint one, the talk and what happened in the little hidden cove before breakfast. When I finish, Sherry asks Mara, "Is this true?" Mara gives a little nod. "I don't believe it. She did that, then sat through that entire lecture this morning as though it was the first time she had heard it, even though she had already heard it and more. Then in the bedroom she pretends not to know a thing as I show her how to give you a blowjob. "Well I'm impressed if she can act that sort of lie to me, her mother who knows her best, and not let on, even when the circumstances might let her think it was all right to speak. Instead she kept her mouth shut to protect you." "And herself." I add, "Which leads us to another subject." I look hard at Mara, "Save your fibs for the really big things, the things that can't be found out, or must never be found out about, like us having sex. O.K.? If you lie about little things like doing you homework, you start to think it's all right to lie about everything you might get into trouble for and when people find out that you telling lies they don't believe anything you say." "I know that silly." Mara informs me with a superior air, "Besides if I tell a lie and get caught, I get extra smacks." Sherry laughs, "That's the best reason I know for telling the truth. Well I think that covers what I wanted to say. Now run along and have some ordinary fun." "Can I take Geoff to see the blowhole?" Mara asks her mother. "Sure Honey." Sherry replies. To me she says, "Keep an eye on her there though, she gets a little too adventurous for my liking and that place can be dangerous." When Sherry tries to give me some money for icecreams I wave it away, saying, "It's my treat, after all I'm getting a week's free room and board in a tropical paradise." "Oh I think I'll get my pound of flesh." Sherry leers at me. "Now git." As Mara and I go out the door, she yells after us, "Hats." "Oh Sh.." Mara looks at me and finishes "sugar." she pouts and grabs a day-glo green cap with a neck protector and an old Akubra of her father's for me. She pulls hers on with a violent twitch and throws the other so I have to clutch it to my chest. Grabbing my hand she tows me down the slope and into the garage under the deck, out of sight of her mother she reaches under her dress and slips off her knickers, hiding them into a rag bag nearby. "Mara! I protest, You shouldn't do that, we have to be careful." "Poo, lots of little girls round here don't wear knickers, besides it'll be fun." she giggles. I think about it for a moment and decide that she is right, it would be fun, thinking that nobody will see anyway. "O.K." I agree. "Let's go." she says and grabs my hand, towing me down the drive and onto the road. She skips along beside me until we reach the corner, once we cross the road, she runs on ahead of me, flashing tantalising glimpses of her tiny bum. She runs up a grassy slope to a rail which overlooks the hidden beach we were on this morning. I toil slowly up the hill behind her, breaking into a run for the last thirty metres as Mara climbs the fence and leans dangerously over the rail trying to peer down at where we sat this morning, her hat flapping in the breeze and little butt peeking out from beneath her short dress. Just as I reach her, she over balances and I'm just in time to grab her ankle as she tips over the rail. With my heart pounding like a triphammer I haul her back and lower her to the ground behind the fence. "What do you think you were doing?" I scream at her, adrenalin coursing through my veins. Mara bursts into tears at my outburst and the narrowness of her escape. "I-I-I-I'm s-s-sorry." she sobs. I collapse, leaning against the mesh of the fence and gather the abject bundle into my lap. Hugging her tightly to my chest, I sooth her until her sobs subside to occasional heaves. I lift her chin with my finger until I can look into her eyes, "That was a very silly thing to do, you know?" She nods and sniffs loudly. "How do you think I would feel if I had to go home and ask your mother for the egg lifter and a pizza box, so I could go and bring her daughter home." Mara giggles at the gruesome image of me scraping her of a rock. "I w-w- wouldn't have f-f-fallen, see?" she says, pointing to the two meter expanse of bare stone the other side of the fence. "You don't know that," I say, "besides you still could have split your head open. I think I'd better take you home." "No!" She jerks in my arms. "I'll be good. I promise." I lift her from my lap to stand before me. "O.K. but if you run away from me again it's straight home." "Oh thank you!" she cries and throws her arms around my neck. Untangling her, I hold her at arms length by her shoulders, "You're not out of the woods yet. What would your mother do if she'd been here?" Mara a hangs her head and speaks in a small voice, "Spank me." "How many?" "..nee", she mumbles. I lift her chin, "How many?" "Twenty." "So are you going to tell her when we get back?" "Do I have to?" "You think about it and tell me." She ponders for a moment and looks at me, "I guess I have to, don't I?" "Good girl." I praise her, and hold out my arms to her. She throws her self at me and we hug tightly for a minute or so. My legs are still a little shaky as I haul my self to my feet, Mara clinging like a limpet. "Well where's this blow hole?" I ask. Mara points further along the top of the cliff, "Down there." she says. I lift her down and take a secure grip on her hand, not yet ready to let her go. "Let's go." I say, and we start walking along the cliff top in the direction indicated. Five minutes later the ground slopes down to a wide strip of white sand, where a fair crowd of people are bathing. At the other end of the beach the ground rises once more. Here I see that Mara is right as two dark haired little girls about seven and eight years old get out from under a shower and strip of their costumes, and unconcernedly towel themselves dry, before running to where their parents are waiting, they slip short little summer frocks on and the whole family saunters off in the our direction. We exchange brief greetings with them as we pass each other and I turn to watch them as they climb to the cliff path behind us. The elder of the two girls sees me watching and whispers to her little sister. She too looks back over her shoulders at us and with wicked giggles they flip up the backs of their little dresses and wiggle their little white bums at us. Just in time, they let their dresses fall, as their mother turns and calls for them to hurry up. With a last glance over their shoulders and a rude display of tongues the saucy pair hurry after their parents. Mara looks up at me with a giggle, "See what I mean?" As we walk along the beach Mara point to the far side of the road behind the beach. "There's the shop, can we get icecreams?" "Do you think you deserve one?" I ask. "Nooo!" she replies slowly. Seeing her disappointment, I relent, "Maybe on the way back." Her smile returns and she happily leads me onwards, past a scantily clad multitude. Many of the older women and girls are topless and a fair number of the children below seven years of age or so are wearing nothing at all. Mara tugs on my hand and I realise that I've stopped to stare. I resume walking the length of the beach and climb to the cliff top at the far end. When we reach the top I hear a deep booming sound and Mara informs me, "That's the blow hole." About five hundred meters ahead of us I see a plume of spray rise from the rocks followed a couple of seconds later by the booming sound. Excitedly Mara tugs free from my grip and starts to run ahead of me, pulling up short she turns and gives me an apologetic look. Holding out her hand to me, she says, "I'm sorry, I forgot." Deciding to make her squirm a bit I stop and lean against the fence to roll a cigarette and silently smoke it while Mara dances from foot to foot. When I grind the butt out and turn as if to return home her face falls and I have to laugh at her misery. I sweep her up and set her on my shoulders, her bare pussy rubbing against the back of my neck as I jog towards the rising and falling plume. By the time we reach the blowhole there is a wet trickle running down the back of my neck and when I lift Mara down I have to support her for a moment as her knees buckle. Recovering she starts to climb on the fence then stops looking back at me a question in her eyes, I nod and move up behind her wrapping an arm around her waist, to secure her, as she climbs for a better view. The tide is rising to it's peak, and the blowhole is at it's best. As we stand there we hear a long draw out sucking, for a moment there is silence before a strong wind rises and a rushing roar issues from the pit before us, a second later a green column rises from the hole with a roaring boom, falling back with a crash to the surrounding rocks. Ten seconds later the process repeats all over again, the spray quickly plastering Mara's dress to her chest. Suddenly she cries, "Look." pointing out to sea. I follow her finger and see a big hump rising from the water as it approaches the cliff below. The pit before us empties with a rush and the silence is deafening, five seconds later the entire cliff shudders as the rogue wave crashes into the base and a solid column of green water rises nearly thirty meters from the blowhole, we and a young couple standing next to us are drenched to the skin as the falling water pounds our heads and shoulders, nearly driving us to our knees. Something slaps against my back and falls to the rock behind me. I lift Mara down behind the safety rail and she comment's "Wow! That was awesome." her face glowing beneath her bedraggled hair. Looking about I see her hat disappearing into the blowhole as the water rushes back into it. "She's got that right." I turn to look at the young couple beside us, they are as wet as we are, their hair plastered down to their scalps and their clothing clinging wetly to their bodies. "Well I think you've caught dinner." he says nodding to the rocks at my feet. Looking down I see a stunned Spanish mackerel, weighing about ten kilos, lying at my feet. I look up to them, "I guess so." I say. My eyes widen as I notice that the water has turned the woman's 'Capricorn Coast' T-shirt transparent and she is not wearing a bra. Her magnificent grapefruit sized breasts are fully defined, jutting proudly from her chest. She notices the direction of my gaze and looks down, gasping, she crosses her hands over her chest. Beside me Mara giggles, the woman's companion joining her with deeper chuckles. The woman punches her companion then snatches her hand back to cover her breasts. His chuckles turn into deep rumbling laugh and she smiles sheepishly before starting to chuckle herself. I join the laughter and we collapse to the rocks, leaning up against the fence. The man's laughter is the first to stop, cutting off abruptly, I look at him then follow his gaze to Mara's exposed crotch, her dress bunched up around her waist. I manage to gasp out "Mara!" and she turns a fiery red, hurriedly tugging her dress into a more modest arrangement. We slowly recover our composure, and introduce ourselves. It turns out that they are from near my home town in Victoria, their names are Barry Jones and the woman is his wife Jenny, they have been married for only a week and are still on their honeymoon. Jenny has given up on hiding her breasts, and sits there with them proudly on display. We chat for a few minutes before Barry notices some people approaching. He warns his wife, who scrambles to her feet, and says to me, "Come down to the car with us and I'll give you something to take that home with." indicating the fish. I pick up the fish and we follow him and Jenny to his car. He opens up the car and holds up a towel to screen Jenny while she quickly changes her T- Shirt. That done he finds a length of thin rope in the back and cuts off a short piece for me. I slip the rope through the fish's gills and tie it in a loop. I decline Barry's offer of a lift home, saying, "It's not too far and we'll dry out on the way." With a cheerful wave we take our leave and climb back to the cliff top, we take a last look at the blow hole and I spy the remains of Mara's hat caught up in the fence, I recover the shredded rag and drop the hat I'm wearing on her head, where it sits comically, completely hiding her brow. We return along the cliff path to the beach where Mara looks beseechingly from me to the shop, I laugh and we cross the road to go inside. The shopkeeper gapes at our bedraggled appearance and the slightly battered fish in my hand. I explain the rogue wave and we enjoy a good laugh. I purchase ice-creams for us and head back out into the sun. Back on the beach Mara waves at somebody and ask if she can go see them, I agree and she races off, returning a few minutes later with a raven haired beauty her own age with the biggest dark brown eyes I have ever seen. "Geoff this is Chloe, can she come home with us, her mum says it's all right. I look at this beautiful little girl in her royal blue bathing suit then to Mara. "Aren't you forgetting something Mara? Would your mother let you have somebody over after what happened before." "Oh!" she says, disappointed, "You can't come Chloe, I'm in trouble for nearly falling over the cliff.", suddenly she brightens, "I know! You can come home with me after Brownies tomorrow." Chloe chirps a cheerful, "O.K." and scurries off over the hot sand. Fifteen minutes later Mara and I trudge up the driveway and enter her house. Sherry gasps at our salt encrusted clothing, "What happened to you?" I explain the rogue wave and our drenching and Sherry laughs at our misfortune then exclaims delightedly at the fish I bring out from behind my back. Mara then shuffles up before her mother and says in a small voice, "Mummy, you've got to spank me, I've been naughty." "Oh, what did you do?" Sherry asks. "I climbed up on the fence and nearly fell over the cliff." Mara explains in a penitent voice. Sherry looks at me and I explain further. "She ran ahead of me going up the slope at the end of the street, I caught her just as she was going over the fence." "You know you shouldn't climb up on that fence don't you?" Mara nods, "But you did it anyway, that was very naughty of you. How many spanks do you think you deserve?" "Twenty?" Mara asks timidly. "You should, but because you came straight up and told me we'll make it only fifteen. O.K.?" Mara nods, as Sherry continues, "As it was Geoff you were with and it was him you frightened, I think he should be the one to spank you. Don't you agree?" Mara sighs and nods again, then walks over to stand before me. Sherry pulls out one of the high backed kitchen chairs and motions for me to sit in it. I do so and Mara drapes herself across my lap, reaching down to grasp the rung between the chair legs, standing on the rung on the other side. Sherry flips up the bottom of Mara's frock and gasps, "Mara Lauren Hardy, where are your knickers?" "I didn't wear any, it made me feel all tingly and naughty inside." Mara explains. "Well I think you just earned those five smacks back." Sherry says, nodding for me to begin. My first swipe is too soft for Sherry's liking and she says, "I'll start counting when you hit her hard enough to count." My next lands with a resounding crack, and Mara lets out a pained yelp. "One!" counts Sherry. I continue as I have begun and with slow, deliberate strokes, I soon have Mara's behind glowing a bright, rosy pink. Each slap on her bare buttocks set them quivering and loud sobs wrack her body, in between each of my heavy handed blows. On the count of twelve Mara's feet slip from the chair and I have to place my other hand on her back to prevent her from slipping from my lap. I look to Sherry and she indicates that I should continue. I administer the remaining eight slaps to Mara's heated rear, her legs jerking out straight, each time my hand lands on her rosy cheeks. When I am finished, Mara hangs limply in my lap, her sobs slowly subsiding. Sherry says, "stay there." and leaves the room, returning with a bottle of chamomile lotion which she hands to me. Mara flinches as the cool cream dribbles onto her sore bottom then sighs as I begin to gently work it into her bruised flesh and it begins to have it's soothing effect. She moans when I chase a dribble that has run between her thighs and scoop it up with my finger, from next to her pussy lips, as I brush past her little cunny, she hunches her hips and pushes against my hand. I return to soothing her flame coloured buttocks, applying more cream as her heated flesh adsorbs what I have already applied. When I chase the next errant runnel, Sherry says, "Go ahead, I think she needs it." With her mother's permission, I gently drag my finger the length of Mara's amazingly hot and wet little slit, drawing a deep, cat like, moan of pleasure from her lips. With gentle fingers I massage her clit and tease the entrance to her vagina finding it relaxed enough for me to easily slip two fingers inside and slowly pump them in and out, the rest of my fingers stimulating her swollen clit and pussy lips. With a soft sobbing moan she cums, her pussy squeezing tightly on my fingers. I help Mara to her feet and half support her to her bedroom, where she struggles to remove her dress. I help her to lift if off over her head and lift her to lie face down on her bed. "I'm sorry I had to do that." I tell her, gently kissing the back of her neck. She twists and struggles to lean on one elbow while keeping her sore bottom away from the bed. Looking up at me, she replies, "I know," a wan grin forms on her lips, "besides Daddy hits even harder." I lean down to kiss her lips. "Read my story please?" she asks. "O.K. Lie down properly." I tell her and pick up her book, continuing on from the point where she fell asleep the night before. I read through two chapters until she falls asleep and I can return the book to her dresser. I kiss the back of her neck and leave the room, closing the door behind me. In the kitchen I sit down while puts the fish she has finished cleaning in the fridge and freezer. As she pours me a cup of tea, I tell her "She's fallen asleep." Sherry sits down opposite me, silently turning her own cup in her hands. After thinking for a while, she asks me "Was Mara the first underage girl you've had sex with?" I look at her over my mug for a moment and answer, "No. There have been a few of others." "Those two girls in the storm? Was that a story about the magazine." she asks. "Yes those two and some others when I was about fourteen, And no, the magazine did exist but the girls used it for ideas after we had already started." I tell her. "Tell me how it happened?" She prompts me after a short silence. "Well I guess it started with Katy and I more or less seducing each other, at first I never intended to fuck her but the night before the cyclone another storm prevented me from going home and I ended up having to spend the night at her place. I slept in her brother's bed and Katy crawled into bed with me and we fooled around a bit, when I accidentally broke her cherry with my fingers, she wanted me to finish the job properly so we f- uh, made love." "You can say 'fucked' I know what it means." Sherry says with a grin. "Anyway, the next day, Katy's parents tried to get out and back ahead of the cyclone as they needed supplies. While they were gone, Lena came over to visit Katy and caught us enjoying ourselves. We heard a noise outside and went out to find Lena with her hand stuffed down her pants. she started crying and when we could get her to talk it turned out that she was upset because her own efforts with a boy had been very disappointing and here Katy was, four years younger and having screaming orgasms. She asked me to teach her about good sex and the rest is just the sordid details." "And when you were fourteen?" Sherry asks. "That was just me and a few girls exploring our bodies. They'd watch me jerk off and let me look at and rub their cunnies as a reward. I just wish I'd started reading earlier, back then I was still looking only at the pictures and I had no real idea of what I was doing when I touched them." "You never tried to force them to do anything?" "Once, I tried to make one of them to jerk me off and they cut me off for a month. After that we only did what they wanted to do. It all stopped a couple of months later when one of the girl's cousins found out and threatened to break my arm. He must have talked to his cousin too because they all stopped coming around, except for the girl next door and she moved away not long after." "Have you ever had sex with someone nearer your own age?" "A few times while I was in the Venturer Scouts. And I tried gay sex once, I found that totally boring, it didn't disgust me, it was just less interesting than jerking off while I recited the times tables if you know what I mean. "Now what about you and Carl? How come you have such an open relationship?" I ask, turning the tables on her. She thinks for a moment before answering, "I guess that was because I used to always double date with my best friend, my mother wouldn't let me go out alone with a boy and she thought that I could get into less trouble in a group. She was so wrong, my girlfriend, Kerry, was a complete slut, she got her cherry popped by a cousin when she was eleven and by the time we were fifteen and my mother let me go out with boys at all, she had fucked her way through a fair number of the boys at school and most of the male teachers. "Well we'd go on double dates, me and my date would sit in the front, (Kerry wouldn't go out with a boy unless her had a car.) We'd kiss and feel each other up, while Kerry and her date would fuck like rabbits in the back. Shit half the time Kerry would fuck my date on the way home while her date drove. "Then one day just after I turned sixteen my date tried to rape me. Kerry was with Carl that night and Carl picked up my date and pounded the living shit out of him. It was the first time I'd ever seen Carl loose his temper as he is usually so quiet and gentle you wouldn't know he was there except for his size. When they wanted to take me home I wouldn't let them, ten minutes later I crawled into the back with them and gave Carl my cherry. "After that there was no stopping me. For a while I was like Kerry and fucked anything with a cock but more and more often, Carl was my date until I was going out with him almost exclusively. Because he had a panel van Kerry and I would usually get fucked at the same time side by side and sometimes we'd trade off. When we got married two years later we decide swapping around was too much fun to give up though the frequency has certainly dropped off." "How about kids, have you done anything with them before today?" "Not really, though I liked to tickle Mara and Mike when they were babies and I licked and sucked them a few times." Sherry replies. I ask her, "Are you going to get Mike to join in?" "Not until he's a few years older, I think. Unless he surprises me like Mara did." "I guess that means we won't finish off what we started this morning, this afternoon then?" I joke. Sherry is looking out the window as she speaks, "You got that right, here he comes now." Moments later the screen door slams as Mike comes bowling into the house. "Steve and Barbara are going out in the boat and Brendan wants me to go too, can I Mummy, Pleeease?" he pants looking beseechingly up at her. "We'll see what your father says." Sherry temporises. "But they're going NOW!" Mike exclaims. Sherry turns to me, saying, "I better go and see what this is about. I'll be back in a few minutes, would you keep an eye on Mike for me." She heads out the door and Mike starts to follow her, "No Mike, you stay here with Geoff, I'll be back in a minute." Mike trots over and looks up at me, his hands behind his back. "I like your mummy, I'm going to marry her when I grow up." He declares solemnly. This piece of information leaves me speechless, finally I take the cowards way out, "Let's watch TV." I suggest. He grabs my hand and drags me over to the telly which he turns on and changes the program to Play School. When I sit down in the armchair he perches himself on my knee and stares at the idiot box. He jumps up as soon as he hears Sherry's feet on the steps outside and meets her coming through the door, "Can I go?" "Whatever happened to 'please'? Yes you can go if you promise to do everything Steve and Barbara say." "I promise. Bye!" he yells and makes a break for the door. Sherry catches him by the shoulder, "Hey wait a minute while I pack you a bag." Mike runs into his bedroom yelling, "Hurry up Mummy." Sherry hurries after him, making shushing noises. Five minutes later, he flies past me, yelling "Bye Mummy." and he's halfway across the yard before the door slams. Sherry returns, shaking her head. "Well there goes my future step-father." I tell her. "Huh?" is her intelligent response. "He told me he was going to marry my mother as soon as he grew up." "Oh!" she says and starts chuckling. A moment later Mara emerges rubbing her eyes, "What's so funny?" Sherry explains, adding, "And I suppose you're going to marry Geoff." Mara gives her mother a scornful look, "Of course not, I'm going to marry Daddy." It's my turn to laugh, as Sherry gapes at her daughter like a stunned mullet. "And what about me?" she eventually manages to gasp. "Oh, I'll let you borrow him sometimes." Mara says, offhandedly. Sherry glares at me as I slide from the chair with a thump, but that just makes me laugh even harder. The two of them stare at me until I regain my composure and wipe the tears from my eyes. Hauling myself back into the chair, I ask Mara, "How's the bum?" She lifts the hem of her skirt to display her mottled buttocks, "It's still sore." she says. "What was Mike doing?" "He's going away for the weekend with Brendan on his dad's boat." Sherry informs her. "How come I'm not going?" Mara complains. "Because you weren't asked, besides haven't you got Brownies tomorrow?" "Oh yeah. Can Chloe come round afterwards?" "I don't see why not." Sherry answers, earning a hug about the waist. "Now why don't you go and have a swim? while I get the washing in and see about getting tea." "Because my bottom hurts too much for my bathers." "Well leave them off and wear a long shirt then." Sherry tells her. "Can I wear one of yours." Mara asks, hurriedly adding "Please." when her mother gives her a sharp look. "Sure." I agree, rising to get one from my room. "Can you get my shorts from out the back?" Mara brings them into my room as I pull a T-Shirt from my bag and hand it to her. She strips off her frock and throws it on the bed and puts on the shirt, one shoulder pokes through at the neck and it comes down to her knees, the sleeves reaching her elbows. She then waits while I change into my shorts. Collecting towels on the way we go down to the beach, where Mara is content to hang from my neck as I follow the retreating tide, letting the cool water sooth her burning backside. After about an hour, our skins looking like a prune's, we leave the water, Mara going on ahead of me then turning to wait at the top of the beach. The saturated, powder blue fabric of my T-Shirt moulds itself to every contour of her body and I comment, "You look like Jenny did." Mara looks down at herself and giggles thrusting her hips forwards to bring her mound into prominent relief, running her hand over the wet fabric suggestively and pushing the fabric inwards to be trapped in her cleft, her lewd actions making me glad that the beach is private. "Cut that out." I say, making as though to swat her rear. With a mock terrified squeak she runs for the shower where we rinse the salt from our bodies. Her bottom looks much better, it has lost its angry red colour and only a few darker blotches remain. With a grin I pick her up, with my hands around her waist and stand her on the stair rail which doubles as the water pipe for the shower. She clings to the riser as I stick my tongue out and lick her slit through the T-Shirt. She giggles and pulls it from between us then pulls the hem down over my head trapping me underneath. I maintain my hold on her waist as I don't want her to fall and rasp my tongue along her slit, pausing a moment to tease her hardening clit. I lick all over her hairless mound before dipping between her legs to sample the fluids seeping from her tight little cunt. Pointing my tongue I drive it inside a little way, wiggling the tip back and forth, my upper lip pressed to her clit. Withdrawing from her vagina I suck her clit between my lips and flick my tongue over the tip for a minute before switching to my suck, nip, pull technique after only a few repeats I have to stop and drive my tongue under her fuck hole to catch as much of her delicious spend as I can. She collapses with a squeal and only my hands on her waist support her over my lapping tongue. When she relaxes I carefully lower her to the sand, holding her upright until her legs start working again. We strip and towel each other dry, Mara wincing when I get to her poor abused bottom, though I try to be as gentle as possible. At the top of the stairs we leave our wet things and towels to dry running naked to my room where we giggle as we dress each other. I sit on the bed and pull her between my knees to brush out her hair, she then returns the favour standing behind me on the bed. We go into the lounge room to watch TV, I flick through the channels until I find M*A*S*H and sit in the armchair. Mara starts to sit in my lap then runs off returning with her woolly (a sheepskin) and drapes it over my knees, she then gingerly seats herself on it and leans back against my chest, pulling my arms around her in a hug. When M*A*S*H is over Sherry calls us to dinner, saying, "It looks like Daddy's going to be late so we'll start without him." I help Mara into her chair and just as I sit down, Carl pulls up. "Don't worry, you start." Sherry tells us, as she begins to fry a couple of fillets for her husband. Mara and I tuck into a delicious meal of fried mackerel fillets and roast vegetables as Carl enters the room sniffing, "Fish? I thought we were having steak tonight. Where's Mike?" "Mike's somewhere out there." Sherry waves her hand towards the sea. "Steve and Barb took him out on the boat. And yes, we were having steak, but Geoff caught a twenty pound mackerel this afternoon." Sherry informs him. "Where?" Carl asks. "In the back of the neck." I say with a straight face. "Huh?" he is obviously confused. "Mara took me to the blowhole and a rogue wave dumped this on my head." I explain waving at the fish on my plate. "Well that explains the fish." he says and turns to Mara, "Now what did you do today that was so bad that you are now sitting on your woolly?" "Nearly fell off the cliff." she replies cheerfully, "Geoff whacked me good." Sherry hurriedly clarifies, as her husbands features begin to darken. "I asked him to do it. After all it was him that she scared half to death, he caught her just as she fell off the fence." "In that case I hope he did a good job." Carl growls at his daughter. "He sure did. see?" she hops off her chair and lifts her dress to show her father the mottled marks that are now turning a lovely shade of blue. A wicked light gleams in her eye as she whimpers "It hurts Daddy, will you kiss it better?" His face is a study as many different emotions flicker across his face, embarrassment and lust uppermost. "Well Daddy, will you kiss it better?" Sherry asks grinning. "You'll keep." he growls to his wife as he kneels with a red face and plants a resounding kiss on each of the developing bruises. "Now eat your tea." he tells Mara as he rises and takes his place at the head of the table. Sherry sets his dinner before him and yelps as he delivers a resounding swat to her protruding rear, still grinning she sits down next to him. Over dinner he explains his late arrival. "Sorry I'm late, I had to finish that job, as I just got a big contract. These people need a bobcat bad and mine's the only one available, the one they had blew up three days ago and the job has to be finished in a week." "I'm leaving first thing in the morning." "It's about three hours drive so I'll have to stay until the job's finished There's about a hundred hours work and they're paying top dollar, so that means about seven grand and meals and accommodation are supplied." "What about my birthday Daddy?" Mara wails, "It's on Wednesday." "Oh Shit!" He slaps his forehead, "I forgot all about it. I'm sorry Honey, but we really need this money and I can't back out now. I tell you what. I'll work real hard and try to get back as soon as possible and we'll have a special party, just for us, then. And I'll get you any present you want. So you just think about what you want while I'm gone and we'll get it when I get back." "Oh Daddy, do you have to?" Mara complains. "Sorry Honey, I really do, but I promise I'll make it up to you and we'll do something really special when I get back." Mara's eyes light up at this and I know just what she has in mind, Sherry too seems to read her daughter's mind as Mara begins to speak, "I want you to..." Sherry's warning glance causes Mara to falter and quickly change her request, "...to take me and Chloe and Geoff to the water park." To me, this sounds a little lame, but Carl's eyes are a little unfocused, and he says, "Sure thing Honey, like I said, anything you want. But now I've got to make sure the Bobcat's ready, I don't want it to break down like the last bloke's did." Carl quickly finishes his tea and declines desert, as he goes out to service the Bobcat. Mara waits until he is out of earshot and excitedly says, "He said I could have ANYTHING and I want him to put his penis in my vagina and fuck me." "What about the water park?" I tease her, "I distinctly heard you say that you wanted to go there with Chloe and Me." "Oh Pooh, I only said that because Mummy stopped me saying what I really wanted." "Well that's not something you can just spring on your father Honey," Sherry tells her daughter, "you'll just scare him and make everybody unhappy, you'll have to tease him until he's ready for you to spring that one on him. Most men are pretty uptight about sex, especially when they think that the sort of sex you're asking for is wrong and if you just go up and say you want to fuck them they'll run a mile." "What about Geoff?" Mara asks curiously. "Geoff's different, he's a cradle robbing, baby fucking pervert." Sherry smiles at me as she says this and continues, "But he's my kind of pervert." "What's a prevert Mummy?" "A pervert is someone who likes sex that most people think is wrong or sick." Sherry explains. "Well I want to have sex with Daddy and people think that wrong. So I must be a pervert too." Sherry and I laugh at this and Sherry says, "No, people would just say you're a little slut, but they WOULD call Daddy a pervert, IF he had sex with you." "Why? What's a slut? And Daddy IS going to have sex with me." "Oh shit! Geoff?" Sherry appeals to me. "Because like I told you before, most people think that men who want to have sex with little girls are strange, so that makes them perverts. Girls who want to have sex a lot are called sluts. It's usually not a very nice name because most people think that girls shouldn't WANT to have sex. She should be a virgin for the man she marries and if she likes sex too much she might have sex with other men too. It's all pretty silly, but you've just got to live with it and pretend you're like everybody else is pretending to be. "As for your daddy fucking you, it's like your mum said, if you're not careful you'll just make everybody unhappy." "Oh. What do people call a man who likes to fuck a lot?" "A horny bastard" I grin at her. "And what if he likes to fuck a lot of girls?" "He's still a horny bastard and his mates think he's a lucky bastard too." "And his wife just thinks he's a bastard." Sherry puts in. "Why? That's not fair." "Um, that's a toughie," I say, "but mostly it's because until not very long ago it was very hard for a woman to stop getting pregnant and if she didn't have a man, then she had a hard time, because most men didn't want to pay for a baby that was not their's. So the best thing was for a woman to save her virginity for her husband and act like she didn't like sex." "I think I get it but, I still think is not fair." "I know," I sympathise, "but there's a lot of things in life that aren't fair. You just have to work out ways of getting what you want without hurting other people. And if you can't get what you want you just have to learn to live with it." "O.K." she says, then asks, "Can I go and help Daddy?" "O.K. Honey," Sherry acquiesces and Mara skips off. My mechanical aptitude is just about nil, so I remain inside to help Sherry with the dishes and a general clean up of the house, while Mara goes out with her father to 'help him' (child speak for get as filthy as possible). When we finish an hour or so later, Sherry leans out of the window and calls, "Time for your bath Mara." A protest, cut short by Carl's rumbling voice floats in on the breeze, a minute later Mara appears covered in clay and grease to her elbows with liberal streaks across her face and forehead where she has dragged her arm across it. Sherry smiles as Mara collects me on the way, so that she can talk to me as she showers. I help her out of her dress to prevent any further besmirching with dirt and when I kneel in front of her, to remove her sandals, I have to laugh. Her bare little pussy is covered with black streaks of grease where she has scratched herself. Looking down at herself, she giggles, "Well Daddy says it makes things slippery." "Maybe so, but this won't be and you'll need it to get that cleaned off." I hand her a cake of Solvol (abrasive grease soap) from the basin. "But it's scratchy!" she protests vociferously, loud enough for Sherry to hear. "What's wrong?" she asks, sticking her head through the door. A quick glance lets her take in the abrasive, grey soap and Mara's begrimed pussy lips. She too laughs at Mara's predicament and says, "Hang on a sec, I think I can find something a little less drastic." Her head disappears and she returns a minute later with some floor cleaner. "Here this should work, just don't get it in your eyes or up inside you and you won't need very much." she warns her daughter. Mara accepts the bottle from her mother and gets in the shower, from behind the shower curtain I hear a few pained squeaks as Mara washes her tenderised bottom, a little later the squeaks change pitch and timbre as she begins to clean in front. For two or three minutes I hear her scrubbing her pussy, until with a shuddering moan she cums. A moment later I hear a thud followed by a pained "Ouch!" "Twenty One." I say with a laugh. Eighty percent of her reply is not printable, but the gist of it is 'That's not funny.' "It's not my bum." I say, still laughing, "Now hurry up and finish." I hear her struggle to her feet and a few minutes later she emerges. With a scowl in my direction, she grabs a towel and starts drying off, wincing when she is a little too rough on her backside. Grinning ruefully she carefully pats it dry and move to the basin to do her teeth. I loom over her as I do mine. That finished she drags me into her bedroom where she tries to put on her baby dolls. The knickers almost have her in tears with the pressure they apply to her tender rear end and without the knickers the stiff lace decorating the hem of the top, scratches her. I tell her to wait and go get my most comfortable T-Shirt, a very faded, somewhat holey, black, three year old Coles special, that has been well softened by repeated washing. I return with it and hand it to her saying she can keep it. She slips it on and with a squeal she leaps up to hangs from my neck. I carefully grasp her legs below her bottom as she showers me with kisses and thanks before ordering me to take her to her mother. "See what Geoff gave me." she cries happily, "My PJ's hurt my bottom." slipping from my arms to pirouette before her mother and display the disreputable garment. "Very nice." Sherry comments trying to keep a straight face. "Now it's time for bed young lady." Mara pouts but offers her face up for a kiss. "Now come and read my story." Mara orders and drags me away. Sherry's exasperated cry of "Mara!" follows us from the room. In her room, Mara pulls back the covers and sends me out to retrieve her woolly. When I return she gingerly settles herself in her bed and holds the covers back for me to slip in beside her. I read for a few minutes but my short night and eventful day catch up with me and I'm woken when Carl comes in to kiss his daughter good night. "I don't know." he grows at me, shaking his head, "First you sleep with my wife and now my daughter." "Well they're both beautiful ladies," I stammer, blushing furiously, as I look down to where Mara snores into my ribs, "How could I resist? Though sleeping was not an option with Sherry." I carefully extricate myself from Mara's grip and slide out onto the floor and follow Carl into the kitchen where Sherry greets us with fresh cuppas. "I just found this unspeakable cad sleeping with our daughter." Carl informs Sherry. "What do you think we should do with him?" "Take him to bed with us so we can keep an eye on him, I think." Sherry says, eyeing me up and down and licking her lips suggestively. "The bed sounds divine but as for the rest, you'd have more luck with boy George. I'm buggered." I inform her, around an enormous yawn. "We'll see about that!" Sherry sees my statement as a challenge and rises to approach me her hips swaying seductively as she opens her shirt and frees her breasts, cupping them in her hands she offers them to me. I feel a little strange as Carl looks on but snake out my tongue to circle and tease her nipples into crinkled erection. Sherry insinuates herself into my lap, straddling my hips and draws my lips to hers. She rocks her hips grinding her crotch into mine and drags her nipples over the fabric of my shirt, as her lips and talented tongue work their magic on my mouth, I return the kiss as well as I can but below, nothing stirs. Five minutes later she pulls back and looks at me, "He's right you know," she says to Carl, as she reaches down to cup my groin. "He's as limp as a wet noodle." "Well in that case," Carl's gravelly voice breaks in, "You can come and take care of this." We look across to where he is slowly sliding his fist up and down a very impressive erection. With a squeal Sherry scrambles from my lap, discarding her clothing on the way to him, she takes a moment to coat his cock with saliva then climbs into his lap and impales herself with a long drawn out sigh. "Fuck me!" she whispers loudly and bites on his ear. Carl grabs her arse and rises from his seat, keeping her skewered on his massive dong, he walks into his bedroom, turning his head to call over his shoulder, "Get the lights, would you Geoff." Yawning, I rinse the mugs in the sink and retrieve Sherry's discarded clothing from the floor. I kill the lights and throw Sherry's clothes on top of the pile Carl has dropped in his bedroom, with one last glance at the beast with two backs I pull the door shut and head for my own welcoming bed. Just as I'm dropping off, I feel a small warm body slip in behind me. I roll over and there is just enough light for me to look into Mara's grinning face. "Daddy's sure got a big one, hasn't he?" "Huh, when did you see your father? I thought you were asleep." "Nope, I woke up when you left and watched you in the kitchen." she informs me, "Hey! How come Daddy wasn't mad at you?" "Because they like to have fun with other people and your mother told him about me." "Me too?" she asks excitedly. "I doubt it, I think it's going to take a while before he's ready for you to join in. Now go to bed." "But I want to sleep with you. Pleeeze?" "O.K. but let me out, I don't want your father to find me in bed with you without any pants on. One of us is enough." I say, slipping my hand under the T-shirt and sliding my finger along her naked slit. I crawl over her body and slip on a pair of jocks, then slip back in behind her and cuddle up to her, her backside pressed into my belly. I kiss the top of her head and say, "Now go to sleep." A minute later she speaks, "Daddy's penis sure is big, do you think it will fit in me?" "It might hurt a little to star with but It'll fit. Now sleep, we'll talk in the morning, I'm too tired to talk now." "O.K. can I have a kiss?" she asks, turning her head towards me. I rise on my elbow and lean over her to press my lips to hers and briefly twist my tongue around hers. Just as I'm dropping off again Sherry's voice starts rising in a series of moans and screams of increasing volume. As her moans subside, Carl announces his own climax in a succession of pig like grunts. Mara giggles, "How can I sleep when they make so much noise?" "Well I think they're finished now." I say and kiss the top of he head as she snuggles back into me. Chapter 16 - MARA AND CHLOE. I wake up the next morning, just before dawn, with Carl looming over me to kiss his daughter goodbye. He sees that I'm awake and comments with a smile, "Well I see you ended up sleeping with her anyway. When did she come in?" "About two minutes after I got into bed." I reply. "She heard us then? Did she say anything?" He asks a little concerned. "Yeah, she heard and figured out what was happening. She said you sure were noisy and made it hard to sleep." I say, "I told her Sherry would talk to her in the morning." "Well that's all right then." he says, his concern lifting, "I was worried the screaming might have upset her. Normally we try to be quieter, but last night it was like Sherry was possessed. I don't know what you did to her yesterday, but I like it. You'll have to tell me about it when I get back." "But I'll be gone before you return." "Actually, I'd like you to stay a bit longer if you don't mind. When I'm gone like this, I like someone around to look after things." "I'd be delighted to." I say. "I was sure you would be." he comments dryly, "Just make sure Sherry's well rested for when I get back and try not to shock the kids." "I'm sure I don't know what you mean." I say, grinning. "Of course." he grins back, "Well I better be going if I'm going to get on the site by seven thirty." As he turns to go, Mara wakes up(?) and accuses, "Daddy! You were going to go without saying goodbye to me." She scrambles over me and leaps into his arms. Carl's eyes widen a little when his hand cups her bare bottom. As he kisses her, she wriggles in his grasp and I see one of his fingers slip between her thighs. Lower down I notice a slight stirring as his pants begin to fill. With one last resounding kiss Mara says, "Mmmm, love you Daddy." and wriggles from his arms. As he turns to go, Mara pulls me from the bed and we stand in the doorway to see Carl off. She pulls me from the doorway when we hear him turn at the end of the street. "He's gone, let's go see Mummy." I restrain her from barging into the room and we peek in to see Sherry lying with her legs apart, an obscene drool of cum seeping from her pussy. Loud snores inform us she's asleep, so I carefully close the door and lead Mara away. "I think we should let her sleep, why don't we go back to bed too, it's too early to get up. But first I need to pee." "Me too." she says and drags me into the toilet. "You go first, I want to watch." I roll my eyes at her and ask, "Do you want to hold it?" "Yeah!" I extract my cock from my underpants and show her how to hold it. Her aim is a little unsure at first and she is barely able to keep my stream within the bowl, however she soon has it whipping up a good froth on the water. Placing my hand over hers I show her how to strip the last drops of my pungent morning piss from my cock. When it is her turn, Mara strips her oversized shirt off completely, and tosses it out the open doorway. I take a look at her backside, most of the marks have faded but a couple of purple bruises remain. "How's the bum? Still sore?" I ask. She rubs her hands over it and says, "Not really." I lift her onto the seat and kneeling before her, I position her with her hips tilted so I can see into her pussy. Holding her lips apart with my thumbs I say, "O.K. go. See if you can make it come out slow and trickle over your bottom." She giggles and I watch the opening of her urethra push outwards. For a few seconds she manages to keep it slow, but as soon as she tries to talk, "Oooh! That feels funny." she looses control and she starts to wet the seat. I quickly cup my hand over her mound, her golden urine splashes into my hand and then back onto her vulva. I press my hand closer and I can feel her quivering as she giggles at the sensation of her pee flowing over her tiny pussy. "Ooooh! That feels nice." she says. Adding, "But isn't it nasty?" when she finishes peeing. "Not really, you just wash up afterwards, besides, little girls taste nice." I say and pop a finger into my mouth to suck it clean, smacking my lips in appreciation." "Yuck!" she says and screws up her face, then looks speculatively at my wet hand, "Isn't it?" She thinks for a few more moments then grabs my wrist and tastes another of my fingers. "It's not that good," she decides, "but it makes me feel naughty and all tingly inside and I like THAT." We quickly clean up and brush our teeth in the bathroom, before returning to my room. "We don't need these any more." Mara informs me as she removes my jocks. She stands before me and begins to fondle my cock with her warm little hands, giggling as she feels it grow and stiffen. When it is halfway stiff she leans forwards and slowly dribbles a huge gob of saliva onto the knob, letting it run down the sides to her small fists. With my cock now coated with her slippery spit she starts to massage the glans with one hand while the other slides slickly up and down the shaft. When my balls begin to rise she replaces the hand on my glans with her hot little mouth and slides the hand down to cup and massage my balls. I groan and my hips begin to twitch involuntarily as I quickly approach a climax. (Un)fortunately for me the little shit had payed close attention to what her mother had done the previous day and as I reach the point of no return her thumb jams in at the base of my cock. With consummate skill she sucks and rubs me through a dry orgasm, it is all I can do to remain standing as I loose most of the strength in my legs. When I am able, I gently lift her head clear of my cock and lie down on the bed lifting her to straddle my chest, facing my feet. She leans forwards to continue working on my cock her butt lifting to expose her hairless baby pussy and tiny pink arsehole. She is too short for my tongue to comfortably reach her, so I content myself with using my fingers to caress her puffy labia. In her new position she is able to take more of my cock in her mouth and when an over enthusiastic bob of her head causes her to gag as my glans slides part way into her throat, I tell her to try swallowing the next time. As soon as she stops coughing Mara returns to my cock and tries again, this time as my cock hits the back of her throat she swallows, causing the most incredible sensations and the crown pops into her throat, her lips coming to rest three quarters of the way down my shaft. Again she is forced to retreat coughing and again she returns gamely to the fray, twice more she tries and on the second attempt her upper lip comes to rest, momentarily, on my scrotum before she pulls back with a gasp. "I did it." she squeals in delight, bouncing up and down on my chest, hard enough to send the breath whooshing form my lungs. "And now I'm going to 'did it' to you. C'mere!" I say, grabbing her hips and pulling her cute little butt onto my face. My tongue snakes out and under rasping from her clit to her tight pink anus, her moan of pleasure changes to a series of short little squeaks as I point my tongue and alternately stab it into her constricted vagina and arsehole. As she loosens I replace my tongue with two fingers and concentrate on licking and sucking her clit. As her hips start rolling from side to side I decide to try something new and start to speak into her clit, "Mara Lauren Hardy. Are you are a bad little girl? do you like to do naughty things with the nasty, bad Geoff? Do you like it when he pokes his fingers in your tight little holes, and licks your hard little clitty? Would you like it if it was your daddy doing naughty nasty things to his baby girl's tiny little pussy and cute little bottom. Pretend I'm your daddy, poking his fingers inside you and sucking on your bald little girl pussy." Even her thighs covering my ears do not attenuate the volume of her excited cry, "Oh YES Daddy, suck my clitty, fuck me with your fingers, Daddy, Daddeee, Oh DaddEEEEEEEEEEE!" Her fantasy combined with the sensations of my hot breath and lips fluttering over her labia and clitoris are too much for her and she cums with a piercing shriek so loud that I am glad the neighbours are well out to sea, her body writhes and flops uncontrollably, the only portion that remains still is her gushing quim which I hold hard against my open mouth, tasting and swallowing her glorious spend. Slowly her convulsions subside and she collapses, breathing in deep shuddering gasps and softly murmuring, "Daddy, Oh Daddy." over and over again, her breath tickling the hairs on my belly. "Well! I see you started without me." I whip my head around to see Sherry standing in the doorway behind me, a smile on her lips. "Mummy!" Mara jumps, "You scared me Mummy." Mara twists on my chest to throw an accusing glance at Sherry. "Sorry honey, are you having fun?" "You bet! Look what I can do Mummy." Mara wriggles down my body and starts bobbing her head up and down on my cock, giving it a fresh coat of spit. Then with a deep breath, forces her head forwards, swallowing convulsively, her lips come to rest for a moment at the base of my cock, before she withdraws and turns a shit eating grin on her gaping mother. "Hey Mara, look at the goldfish." I say, indicating Sherry's mouth which is silently opening and closing. She regains control of her jaw, closing it with an audible snap as Mara giggles, "Yeah." I begin to slowly massage the inside of Sherry's thigh and say to Mara, "Open your mouth and close your eyes and I'll give you a big surprise." Mara does as I say but tries to keep one eyelid cracked open. "No Peeking!" She screws both eyes up tight. Keeping a careful eye on Mara, I slide my hand up to Sherry's pussy and push two fingers inside, scooping up a blob of her husbands semen. I hold the obscene, creamy dollop up for her inspection. Sherry's lips form a surprised 'O' as she realises my intention, a lustful glint enters her eyes as I slowly move my fingers between her daughters lips. Mara's lips close on my fingers and her tongue licks at the deposit on my fingers then avidly twines around them, collecting every tasty morsel. "Mmmm nice, What is it?" "It's your daddy's sperm." I tell her. Her eyes spring open, "Really?" she squeaks. "Where did it come from? Can I have some more?" I collect another dollop of semen from her mother's cunt and hold it up to Mara's lips. She latches onto my fingers and sucks hard, her own fingers flickering busily between her legs. With my free hand I secure one of Sherry's and pull her down onto the bed, she lands with a squeal her belly pressed to my face. We disentangle ourselves and I direct Mara to lie down on her back. I position myself between Mara's thighs, lifting her hips to rest on my knees. She looks down at me, concerned, "You're not going to fuck me are you?" "No honey, that's for your father, but can I rub my cock on your pussy and squirt inside you?" She thinks for a moment then answers, "O.K. but you can't put it in." Sherry, who has been following our exchange, now squats over her daughters face, facing me. She uses the fingers of both hands to hold her pussy lips open and her husband's semen begins to drool obscenely from her wide open vagina. Below Mara holds he mouth open her outstretched tongue questing for the tasty cream falling towards it. Between her legs I drag the tip of my cock along the length of her furrow, sliding it over her clit and moving it in small circles. Moving forwards a few inches I use my thumbs to press the underside of my cock against her pussy lips and rock my hips back and forth so that her clit rubs on the sensitive undersurface of my glans. Sherry emits a surprised squeak and I look up to see Mara using all four fingers of one hand to scoop her father's semen from her mother's pussy. The next time she forces her entire hand inside and withdraws it to greedily suck the mixture of juices from her fingers. Sherry leans forwards to rest her forehead on my shoulder and her breathing becomes ragged as Mara's hand plunges deep within her mother's quaking body. Mara's knuckles and fingertips drag over the sensitive skin of Sherry's stretched vaginal sheath, suddenly Sherry cums hard her head snapping backwards to show her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth is stretched wide in a soundless scream. Just as suddenly her body goes limp and I have to grab her shoulders and roll her body off Mara before she smothers her daughter. Such an erotic sight has my cock straining for release, the skin of my glans tightly distended and a deep purple in colour. I hold my cock so her tight vaginal entrance kisses the tip and rapidly stroke my hand up and down the shaft. It only takes half a dozen strokes, the side of my fist slapping against her distended pussy lips, for me to cum, my semen burning through my cock to squirt into Mara's tiny little cunt. One ,two, three, jets of my thick gooey sperm pulse into her vagina before the quantity becomes to much for her immature cunny to hold and the remainder leaks from the seal between our bodies to dribble down into the crack between her arse cheeks. At some point Sherry has recovered sufficiently to prop herself on one elbow. She is staring at the junction of our bodies as the last dribbles burn along the length of my straining penis she pushes me aside and fastens her lips to Mara's pussy sucking my deposit from her daughter's body before it has time to settle. Her enthusiastic tongue chases the errant dribbles into the cleft of Mara's buttocks, licking them from her daughters clenching arsehole. Sherry's furious assault on her daughter's pussy sends Mara over the edge and I watch her toes curl as she climaxes, her tiny fists beating on the bedspread. Sherry and I cuddle Mara between us while she recovers, her breathing slowly returning to normal. As her shuddering gasps subside my eyes travel along the length of her body and I see the glowing digits of the alarm clock framed between our feet. "Uh, Sherry what time is Mara's Brownie meeting?" "Eight thirty, why?" her eyes follow my gaze to where the glowing figures change to display '7:57'. "Shit!" she yells, bouncing out of the bed, "We've go to get going. You go and get clean and put your uniform on." Mara and I scramble from the bed and I drag her to the bathroom where I wash the pungent odours of our rutting, from her body. As I vigorously rub her dry she giggles, "Mummy missed a bit." and leans forwards to clean a stray drop of my cum from my penis. "Oooh, it's getting ready to play again." she squeals, excitedly, as I twitch and begin to stiffen. "Forget it, We've got to get you ready, now." I scold her and lead her to her bedroom. Her uniform is hanging behind the door, I get it down as Mara rummages in her drawer for her knickers, small garments fly everywhere as she searches. "I can't find them." she cries, as she reaches the bottom of the drawer. I look over the floor, laying the uniform on the bed. I lean over and recover the tiny scrap of yellow cloth she has discarded in her haste and hold them for her to step into. I seat them snugly on her hips and kneel down to briefly kiss the well defined indentation in the front panel. I then pick up her uniform, she holds her hands in the air as I pull on the bright yellow T-Shirt, then settle the brown tunic on her shoulders. She fastens her belt as I slip the scarf over her head and slide the woggle up under her chin. In the kitchen Sherry has a bowl of cold cereal waiting. Mara complains "I'm not a baby." when her mother ties a tea towel around her neck, but the milk dripping from her chin puts the lie to her complaint, as she shovels her breakfast into her mouth. On the way to the door, Sherry apologises, saying, "I'm assisting this week, we'll be back about eleven o'clock." and I follow them. "Uh Geoff," she says, "I think that's far enough" and waves her hand vaguely in my direction. I look down, "Oh!" I say, as I see that I'm still naked. I watch from the window, hearing the car doors slam, Sherry revs the engine and pulls out of the garage, reversing into the street and roaring off down the road. I turn from the window, collect my shorts from out the back and go down to the beach for a quick swim. When I return, I fix breakfast for myself and sit wrapped in a towel while I eat it. After I wash the few dishes I go and pick up Mara's room, putting away the knickers scattered across the floor and make her bed, shoving my old T-shirt under her pillow. I wander around the house setting things straight and making the beds. When I'm finished I get dressed and settle down with a book to await their return. *** Lazarus Long and Dora are just setting out in their covered wagon when I hear the car pull up into the drive and three doors slam. A few seconds later the screen door is wrenched open and I barely have time to put my book down before a small brown and yellow missile catapults into me lap. "Hi Chloe." I say over Mara's shoulder, to the small figure, carrying a sports bag who stands before me. "Hello Geoff." she responds shyly. A minute later Sherry comes inside, "Why don't you two run along and play for a while?" she says to Mara and Chloe. Mara hops to her feet and tugs on my hand, "C'mon let's play Ludo." "That's not what I meant. Don't you think Geoff should have break from you?" Sherry scolds her daughter. "I believe, she thinks I've had a long enough break." I say laughing, "I don't really mind." To Mara I say, "But don't you think your guest should choose? What do you want to do Chloe?" "I want to play Ludo too." she says, smiling shyly. "In that case, Let's play Ludo" I say, getting up and letting myself be led from the room. Mara leads me into Mike's room, which also doubles as the playroom and pushes me to the floor. She gets the game from the shelf and comes back to sit tailor fashion opposite me, putting the game between us she pulls Chloe down to sit beside her. We set up the pieces and pop to see who goes first, Chloe wins with a six and the game begins. The girls alternately shrieking with delight if they send one of my pieces back to the start and insisting on recounts if I do the same to one of them. Each time they lean forwards to pop the dice, their short little tunics ride higher up their legs until I'm catching little flashes of yellow between their widespread thighs. The innocent eroticism of their inadvertent exposure has my cock stirring in my pants, Mara sees this and realises what is causing it but says nothing, in fact, when Chloe is busy at the game board she reaches down and rearranges her knickers to expose one pussy lip and pushes her hem even higher. She grins wickedly at my discomfort as my cock is bent almost double as it stiffens further. I continue to sneak glances at Mara's and Chloe's crotches, something strange about Chloe is tickling at my mind, finally I work it out, between Chloe's legs there is no well defined slit, instead there appears to be a gap almost half an inch wide between her labia. A few seconds later Chloe looks down as she leans back from the board and realises that her knickers are on display. She blushes prettily and pushes her dress down between her thighs, her eyes widen as she glances across at Mara and sees how her knickers are arranged. She leans over and whispers in Mara's ear. Mara looks at me then down at herself and giggles, "Oops!" She takes her time to fix her knickers, exposing more of herself in the process and showing the fading bruises from her fall. Chloe gasps, "Mara!" then leans forwards to whisper to Mara again, however she is a little agitated and I can hear what she says. "How did you get those bruises?" And waves her hand vaguely at the area between Mara's legs. Mara makes no pretence of secrecy, saying, "You mean on my pussy? That's from where my cherry got popped." "Your cherry!", Chloe gasps, "you mean you..." her voice trails off as she looks at me and then back to Mara. "No silly," Mara giggles, "I fell on a stupid log. What did you think I meant?" An embarrassed Chloe mumbles, "Nothing." blushing again. Before Mara can press Chloe further, I say "Hey what about the game. It's my turn isn't it?" knowing full well that it's Mara's. My ploy has the desired effect, as Mara protests loudly, "No it's mime, isn't it?" she turns to Chloe for support. Chloe nods, obviously relieved about something and the game continues as I continue to wonder about Chloe. Finally Mara gets all four of her pieces home, while Chloe has three and I have only two. As we are putting the game away Sherry call's us for lunch. Halfway through lunch the phone rings and when she returns Sherry says, "I'm sorry, I've got to go and see somebody about a dress I'm having made. I'd better take Chloe home." "Aw Mummy, I don't want her to go, can't she stay? She wants to, don't you" Mara cries. and says, "See" when Chloe nods. "Honey, Geoff might not want the responsibility of looking after two little girls." Sherry says. "He doesn't mind." Mara declares, "Do you?" she adds in a tone that says I'd better not. "It's O.K. with me, but you better check with Chloe's mother." I say. "And can she sleep here tonight too?" Mara asks. "Mara! You're forgetting I work tonight." adding for my benefit, "I work the bar at one of the Marina clubs, on Saturday nights." "But Mummy, Mike got to go out on Steve's boat with Brendan and I never get to do anything." Mara brings out the big guns, (Which sibling got the better deal and guilt tripping a parent.) "Geoff can look after us." "We'll see!" Sherry temporises. "Now eat your dinner while I call Chloe's mother." Sherry returns a few minutes later, "It's O.K. she can stay this afternoon." "What about tonight." Mara asks anxiously. "Well I don't know?" Sherry teases. Then laughs as Mara's face falls, "Yes, she can stay. If you both promise to do everything Geoff says." "We promise." they dutifully reply. "That's good because Pauline says he can spank Chloe if she's naughty and the same go for you too." Sherry threatens, continuing, "I've got to go now and I'll be back about four o'clock. Remember no swimming for at least an hour." With this Sherry collects her purse and leaves. "Wanna play dressups?" Mara asks of Chloe. She nods and the two of them disappear into the playroom. A minute later Mara calls me and I put down my book and go see what she wants. In the playroom I find a princess and a fairy. "Which one of us looks better?" Mara asks and I think 'Uh-oh, I'm in trouble.' For a moment I avoid the question, "What did you do with your uniforms?" They look at each other guiltily and points a finger at a crumpled brown and yellow pile next to the dressup box. Chloe's chin quivers, "You're not going to spank us are you?" "No, but I think you better hang them up." They scurry off and their uniforms are quickly hung behind Mara's door. Returning to rummage in the box for new costumes, they select something and go into Mara's room to change, returning wearing what were mini-dresses on Sherry and nearly floor length on these two, the scooped necklines dipping to expose a nipple each. A massive leather shoulder bag bangs against the back of Mara's knees and a glomesh handbag for Chloe complete their ensembles. Mara retrieves some makeup from her bag and they proceed to apply it to each other. When they finish they turn to me and ask what I think. Well they are ghastly sights and I struggle to maintain a straight face while I try to find something diplomatic to say. I eventually arrive at the epithet "You look nice." but spoil it in the end by laughing. They both pout and Mara stamps her foot at me. This just makes me laugh harder and I collapse, rolling on the floor. This is too much for Mara and she throws her bag to the floor and strips off her dress. She stands there in her little yellow Brownie knickers with her hands on her hips and challenges me, "You do better." turning to Chloe she says, "Go on take that off, he's going to make costumes for us." Chloe turns her back to me while she takes off the dress, she is blushing furiously when she turns back the glow extending down to her nipples. I turn away to let her get used to being undressed in front of me and rummage in the box for inspiration. I find a grass skirt and a couple of leis, this solves my problem for one of them, finally in a corner at the bottom of the box I find a frizzy black wig and a crumpled mass of feathers, I take this out and discover that it was once a Indian chiefs headdress. It is useless as it is but it gives me an idea if I can just find a couple of other things. I tell them, "Go wash that stuff off your faces. I'll be back in a minute." I go into the kitchen and mix up some coffee in cold water. Then down to the garage for a few clean rags, while I'm down there I find exactly what I need, a leather chamois. Collecting everything together I return to the girls. I hand them a rag each and I tell them to tuck them into the tops of their knickers. Using another rag I sponge the coffee onto their skins, staining them a rich coffee brown. I dress Mara in the grass skirt and leis, and use the mascara from her makeup kit to draw tattoos on her face and upper chest, circles around her eyes and nipples and elaborate curlicues on her cheeks. I place the wig on her head and tucking her own blonde locks up underneath. A couple of flowers, from the frangipani outside the window, tucked into the wig and she is now a convincing south seas islander. I tie a piece of string around Chloe's waist and thread the chamois through it, drawing it between her legs and up over the string at the back. It makes a fair lap-lap but her bright yellow knickers are a bit distracting. I make sure she knows how to fasten it and send her into Mara's room to get rid of them, she returns a minute later, her blush barely noticeable under the coffee staining her skin. I uses poster paints to decorate her cheeks and body, then fasten her hair up in two thick braids that hang down over her shoulders, fastening then ends with pieces of string in lieu of leather thongs. I then demolish the headdress and place the band on her head. Selecting the two best feathers I slip them into the band and step back to admire my American Indian. I lead them to Sherry's bedroom door and tell them to close their eyes, taking them by the hand I lead them inside and position them in front of the big mirrored doors of the wardrobe. I say, "O.K. open your eyes." They do so and gasp. "So did I do better, Mara?" "Yeah! I want a picture." She opens the wardrobe and from a box at the bottom produces a polaroid camera and a film cassette. She hands these to me and I load the camera. "Where do you want me to take your pictures?" I ask them. "On the beach." declares Mara and Chloe nods her agreement. "O.K. let's get going then." I say and lead them down to the sand. I decide that I might as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb and use up the entire film cassette, taking three photos each of them individually and four of them together. Back up in the house we admire the photographs and divvy them up between us, keeping the odd photograph for Sherry. "Can we go swimming yet? Chloe asks. I look at my watch and say, "Sure but we better get you cleaned up first." I take them into the bathroom, a few swipes of the flannel suffice to remove the poster paints from Chloe and I send her off to get changed while I tackle the more difficult job of removing the mascara from Mara's body. A few minutes of hard scrubbing, punctuated by squeals of protest from her, are needed before I send her off with a whack on her bum. I grab some towels and go to my room to change, two minutes later we all head back down to the beach. The tide is almost full and only a narrow strip of sand remains above the one meter waves crashing on the beach. We drop our towels and splash into the water, when the water is waist deep on me I grab Mara and toss her over the top of a wave that is just beginning to curl. Chloe pokes me in the ribs and asks for the same treatment. With a grin I pick her up and roll her into a ball then with my hand in the small of her back I throw her out to sea. Mara swims back to me and squeezes my cock through my shorts, looking up at me with a grin. I growl at her and give her backside a swat before throwing her away. Our play continues like this for about half an hour with Mara and I copping feels of each other whenever Chloe can't see. By now the water reaches my nipples and I have to support the girls in the water. I notice that we have moved along the beach a fair way and I can feel the water flowing about my legs, the tide has turned and the current is flowing strongly towards the headland. I decide that it is time to leave the water an holding a squirming body in each arm I forge towards the beach emerging just short of the rocks at the base of the headland. I head back up the beach towards the stairs, about halfway there I notice the girls are missing, I turn to see they have lagged behind and they have their heads together discussing something and a sense of foreboding washes over me. They finish their discussion and run to catch up with me just as I scoop up the towels and duck under the bushes to turn on the shower. We wash the salt from our bodies and I'm just about to turn off the water when Mara strips off her bathers, Chloe looks at her friend and notices the bruises on her bottom, "Wow! Your daddy sure spanked you good." "Daddy didn't, it was him." she says, pointing at me, "I got twenty whacks for climbing on the fence and nearly falling over the cliff." She then throws a significant glance at her friend. Chloe hesitates for a moment, blushing, then removes her own suit. They then turn to me expectantly, Mara giggling and Chloe blushing, with her hands folded before her. Well this obviously explain the conversation, Mara has told Chloe that if they take of their suits I will take off mine. I scowl at Mara, she is unabashed and tells me, "You've got to take them off." "I don't 'got' to do anything." I say, "I could get into a lot of trouble for taking my clothes off in front of you." "She won't tell." Mara informs me, "Will you Chloe?" Chloe nods, then shakes her head, confused, she whispers "I won't tell." Taking a deep breath, I slip my shorts from my hips. Chloe gasps, "Oooh it's bigger than my brother's." then claps her hand over her mouth. Mara accuses her friend, "Hey! You said you never saw one before." Chloe bursts into tears, sobbing, "I'm n-n-not s-sup-posed to t-tell anybody." I sit down and pull her into my lap, cuddling her, while I think and she gets herself under control. Things begin to click into place and I realise that Chloe has probably been having some sort of relationship with her brother. When her sobs subside, I ask, "You've seen your brother's penis haven't you?" She confirms my guess with a tearful nod. "And you've done things with him too?" "I'm not supposed to say." she tells me. "In other words 'yes'.", another nod, and she hides her face in my shoulder. "You're not going to tell on me are you?" she asks. "That depends. Does your brother hurt you?" I ask. "Oh no!" she cries, "He makes me feel really good." "I think you had better tell me everything. What do you and your brother do?" "I can't, it's too 'barrassing." "O.K. I'll ask questions and you nod. O.K.?" She nods, keeping her face hidden. I start questioning her, beginning with something easy, "Does he kiss you with his tongue?" "And tickle you between the legs?" "Do you play with his penis?" "Does he put his finger inside you?" I'm starting to get into heavy territory so I change my tactics a little, "Do you do anything else?" "Does he lick your pussy?" "Do you suck his penis?" she hesitates for a few seconds before finally nodding. Mara, who has managed to keep silent up until now, lets the cat out of the bag, "It tastes good doesn't it?" I believe Chloe had forgotten the presence of her friend, her head whips around as she asks, "Have you done it too? Who with?" Before Mara can answer she figures it out for herself and her eyes flick from Mara to me then down to where my cock is beginning to harden against her hip. "It's him, isn't it? Has he fucked you?" "No, we haven't fucked." I answer for Mara, delivering a glare that I hope will keep her quiet until I can talk to her alone. "But I assume you and your brother have?" "Yeah, see." she has decided she is among friends and opens her legs to show me her pussy. I was right there is a distinct gap between her labia and her clit stands in proud isolation, lower down the entrance to her vagina is an open hole at least half an inch across. "How long has your brother been fucking you?" I ask her. "Since I was five." she answers. "Wow!" Mara gasps, subsiding when I glare at her again. "Do you want to fuck me?" Chloe asks softly. I lift her chin and look into her eyes, "Do you want me too?" "I, I don't know." she answers, unsure of herself. When I answer, "Well I won't until you're sure." she looks relieved. "O.K." I say, "I guess the same rules apply, nobody tells anybody else anything. O.K.?" "O.K." comes their joint agreement. "Now we'd better go, your mother should be back by now." I slip my wet shorts on, the girls just throw their towels over their shoulders. I hold Mara back and let Chloe get a couple of steps ahead. "Don't say anything about your mother or father and don't say anything to them either." I whisper. We then follow Chloe up the stairs. As we troop into the house, Sherry calls us into the kitchen, where we find her looking over the photos. "These are great.", she says, "What did you use for makeup?" "Nothing much, coffee in cold water, mascara and poster paints." I tell her. "Not my mascara I hope." "No, Mara had it in the dressup box." "That's all right then." "By the way how much do I owe you for the film?" I ask Sherry. "Don't worry about it. I assume the odd photo is for me?" "Yes you and Carl." "He'll love it." "Mummy? Can we wear these for my birthday party?" Mara asks, holding up one of the photographs. "I don't know if they're really suitable costumes." Sherry says. "Nonsense!" I say, "Two scallop shells and an extra chamois and they're perfectly decent." "Well maybe." Sherry halfway agrees, "Now I've got to get ready for work tonight, you two run along and play, give poor old Geoff a rest." The girls scamper off and Sherry turns to me, "How were they? Any problems?" "No, they were great." I answer, "Now if you'll just pass me my cane, 'poor old Geoff' will totter off to get dressed." As I finish dressing, Mara comes into the room, "Are you going to tell Mummy about Chloe?" she asks. "Not unless Chloe says I can. And don't you go asking her. O.K.?" "O.K." she answers reluctantly, "Hey, are we going to do it tonight when Mummy's gone?" "Again that's up to Chloe, and you're not to pester her, in fact I think you two shouldn't say anything at all until tonight. So you don't say anything, and if Chloe does, tell her to wait until tonight. O.K.?" "O.K." "Now why don't you go and play normal little girl games with Chloe until tea time." Saying this I chase her from the room, collect my book and go out onto the deck to read it. Five minutes later the trampoline starts squeaking and I look through the railing to see the girls bouncing up and down, playing a game in which they try to knock each other down without touching. Shameless reprobate that I am, Lazarus Long gets short shrift while I watch for glimpses of little girls knickers and when Mara notices me watching them she suddenly becomes a lot clumsier, falling often and always with her feet towards me. She also contrives to 'accidentally' lift Chloe's hem on a few occasions. Half an hour later Sherry calls all of us into the kitchen, and gives us the usual last minute instructions, in bed by nine, the phone numbers are by the phone, mind what Geoff says, etc. Finishing with, "Here's money for pizza and a drink and you can get a video. I'll be back around one." She collects a kiss goodbye from her daughter and we watch from the deck as she gets into the car and drives off. "Let's go get the movie." Mara says as the sound of the car fades off into the distance. She grabs my hand and Chloe takes the other and they start pulling me towards the front door. Outside Chloe squeals as I scoop her up and settle her astride my shoulders. Mara takes my hand once more and we walk down to the milk bar. As soon as I set Chloe on the ground they make a bee line for the video shelves where they begin arguing over what to choose, a few minutes later they bring their choice over to me. I take one look at the cover and blanche, Carl would have my balls if I let his little girl watch this one, though I understand how the Muppet like figures on the cover fooled the girls. 'Meet the Feebles' is definitely not a viable choice. Though I smile as I wonder how Katy and Lena would react to the nasal sex scenes. This time I join them at the shelves and a little while later they find the real 'Muppet Movie'. We take out choice to the counter and I buy them an ice cream each. Mara rides my shoulders home. For the next half hour or so until it is time to order the pizza I join them on the trampoline. For a little while they continue their game with me adding to the fun by occasionally pushing into the mat from the ground. Next I get up on the trampoline and take them one at a time, I hold them by the hands and they squeal in mock terror/delight as I bounce them higher than they can manage on their own. Finally the game stops when the top of Mara's head cracks into my chin, by the time I get her sobs under control it is time to order the pizza. We start the movie and I'm glad the chair is a big one, as both girls climb into my lap, pushing and shoving until I tell them, "Settle down or sit on the floor." As we cuddle I place a hand on their thighs and gently massage the soft, smooth skin from their knees to the hems of their dresses. Insidiously the movie grabs my interest and I become engrossed in watching it, as unbeknownst to me, Mara slowly edges her dress higher and higher until I feel the fabric of her knickers under my hand. I start a little in surprise and look down to where Mara has raised her dress until she is exposed from the waist down. She giggles guiltily as I look at her and Chloe looks to see what is happening. I'm a little surprised when she does the same as Mara and pulls her dress up to her waist, inviting my hand to wander further afield. For a couple of minutes I tease them, running my fingertips along the elastic leg band of their knickers until Mara in frustration pulls the fabric to one side and pushes my hand onto her warm little mound, releasing her knickers to snap back on my fingers. Chloe too, wishes for more and is rocking her hips, trying to increase the contact with my fingers. For a second or two I massage her mons through her knickers, then slide my fingers under the waistband for my first direct contact with her most intimate place. I gently caress and tweak their tiny clits and a minute later first Chloe then Mara lift one leg onto the arms of the chair allowing me to probe in between their thighs. Both of them are sopping wet and my fingers spread the warm slippery secretions over their mounds, until they slide slickly over the girls' warm satiny skin. I begin to drag my fingers from their clits down to the openings below, but the tight fabric of their knickers restricts my movement. Again Chloe is the first to act, noticing my difficulties, she lifts her hips and slips her knickers down to mid thigh. This causes her legs to close and trap my fingers up against her hot little cunny. I remove my hand from Mara's knickers and work Chloe's the rest of the way down her legs, as soon as I clear her ankles her legs snap apart and my hand is free to roam once more. While I am helping Chloe remove her knickers, Mara is squirming in my lap and removing her own, as soon as her legs are free she recaptures my hand and stuffs it back between her legs. I immediately begin to trace figure eights around her clit and tight little opening, gently pressing inwards until after a few circuits my finger slips, to the first knuckle, into her tight clinging sheath, accompanied by a deep satisfied sigh. Between Chloe's thighs the wide gap between her labia acts as a natural guide and I draw my finger up and down between them, at the top I rapidly circle the hard nubbin of her clitoris a few times then slide downwards to her drooling cunt. As I circle her opening she bucks her hips and captures my teasing digit to the last knuckle, my finger sliding without resistance into her steamy quim. Her vagina has been stretched so much over the last two years that I find it easy to add a second finger to the one already inside her, while I have to work the finger on my other hand in and out a few times to bury it completely within Mara's tight, clinging passage and in the cramped confines of the chair I find it impossible to add another. I lower my head to kiss first Chloe and then Mara, slipping my tongue between their lips to lick along their gums and tussle with their tongues. As I move from Mara back to Chloe she follows my mouth and presses her cheeks between Chloe's and mine. Initially Chloe stiffens, her eyes snapping to Mara's, but almost immediately she relaxes and moans as we engage in an awkward three cornered kiss, all three of our tongues twining together. As we kiss, I gently rub their firm little clits, pushing them in small circles with my thumbs. After a few minutes of light stimulation both girls are squirming in my lap and moaning softly. I begin to increase the speed of my pistoning fingers and gently pinch their clits between the side of my finger and my thumb, twisting and pulling on their stiff little nubbins. Mara's moans become little whimpers, then loud squeals of pleasure as she cums, her tight little vagina milking and squeezing on my finger. Two minutes later Chloe climaxes almost silently, tiny, almost inaudible squeaks the only audible sign of her pleasure. Lower down it is a different story, her legs snap together on my hand and while her vagina might be more open than Mara's, the muscles tighten viciously on my fingers, rippling up and down my fingers with almost bruising force. For almost thirty seconds Chloe cums, her fingers digging painfully into the muscles of my forearm. Finally her tight passage relaxes around my fingers then a few seconds later her legs separate far enough for me to extract my hand. When I bring it towards my lips to taste her juices Mara grabs my wrist and sucks my fingers into her own mouth, savouring the taste of her friend's intimate emissions, uttering little moans of contentment. She then removes my other hand from between her legs, my finger withdrawing from her vagina with an audible pop, then guides my finger to a point just under Chloe's nose. Chloe's eyes cross as they follow the path of my finger towards her and she pulls back slightly before coming to a decision and tentatively tasting my glistening finger. She tests the flavour inside her mouth for a moment then deciding she likes it she engulfs my entire finger and eagerly sucks it clean. A sudden pounding on the door makes us all jump. The pizza has arrived. I quickly rearrange my cock in my pants and go to the door followed by the girls, who stand behind me as I pay for the pizza and take it and the drinks from the delivery man. Closing and locking the door we return to the chair. Where the girls perch on the arms and I sit with the pizza box on my knee. I Pick up the remote and wind the video back to the point where we had gotten distracted. For the next ten minutes or so we munch on the pizza as we watch the movie, passing the bottle of lemonade between us. When the pizza has been reduced to nothing but crusts and the occasional sliver of ham, Mara takes my hand and pulls it up under her dress, rubbing my greasy fingers on her clit, five seconds later she yanks it out with a pained squeal as the residue of the peperoni burns her sensitive skin. Without thinking she puts her own begreased hands between her thighs and starts to rub furiously trying to alleviate the pain. As the burning sensation spreads she realises what she has done and jerks her hands away, but the damage has been done and tears begin to well up in her eyes as her entire pussy is engulfed in fire. Only now do I realise the cause of her distress. I quickly lift her into my arms and carry her into my bedroom laying her, now sobbing, body on the bed. Knowing that water will only make the problem worse I forcefully separate her thighs and dip my head between them. Applying as much pressure as I can I drag my tongue from her arsehole to her navel, trying to clean up as much of the greasy residue as possible. I lave the reddened skin of her groin, applying as much saliva as possible to her agonised vulva. Slowly her sobs subside to little whimpers of discomfort and then to moans of pleasure. Her hips start rocking and her hands press into the back of my head, holding my lips to her burning labia, while my tongue alternates between plunging into her clinging vagina, and flicking over the tip of her swollen clit. For nearly ten minutes I lick and suck on her blisteringly hot little cunt, as she slowly approaches orgasm, her moans rising in pitch to become squeals of pleasure as she comes closer and closer to her climax. At the last moment I pull back enough to rub a still greasy fingertip over the tip of her exposed clitoris before sucking hard and drawing it between my pursed lips, as she tips over the edge. Her legs are locked tight behind my head as the rest of her body goes into spastic convulsions, flopping all over the bed. For over two minutes she cums, her howls of joy subsiding in volume as she looses her breath. All the while my cheeks are hollowed as I suck hard on her clit, my tongue rasping over the tip. Finally she collapses unconscious, and I am able to pull my head from between her legs and rub my bruised ears. "Wow!" Chloe's voice startles me and I turn towards her, "Is she all right? What happened? Her eyes just sort of turned until they were all white and then she just went limp." "She's fine," I say, "she's just knocked out because her orgasm just kept on going until she couldn't take any more." Even as I say this, Mara stirs, and I'm just in time to stop her from rubbing at her poor abused pussy. She slowly recovers her wits and puts her hands behind her knees and curls up so she can look at her pussy which is a bright glowing, pink in colour. She says, "Oh wow, that was fucking awesome, that's the best one I've ever had, but that stuff from the pizza hurt." Chloe asks me, "Why did you put more of that stuff on her pussy at the end?" I explain, "Because just before some one is about the have an orgasm their brain gets all mixed up and can't tell the difference between what feels good and pain. The feelings get mixed together and they both feel like pleasure but much, much stronger. So I thought that if she had already had felt so much pain at the start I'd uses it to make it feel even better at the end. "It's sort of like when I rub your pussy. At the start I touch you very softly and gently because it would be uncomfortable if I was too rough, but as it starts to feel good I rub harder and that makes it feel even better so I can rub harder still. Right at the end I could do something really bad like burn you with a cigarette and it would just make you cum really, really hard. You'd notice that it hurt but it would feel so good at the same time that you just wouldn't care." "Your not going to burn me!" Chloe says, taking a step backwards. "Of course not, I'd never do anything to harm either of you. I was just using the cigarette as an example." I reassure her. "What about when you spanked me? You hurt me then.", Mara interjects, mischievously pulling my chain. "You know why you were spanked, and you even told me you needed it. It didn't harm you it just hurt for a while." I reply, asking, "Do you think you'll ever do anything dangerous like that again?" "No never." she replies with a rueful giggle, "So if you make it hurt at the right time, it doesn't really hurt it makes it feel better, right?" "Yeah, but you have to be careful, because when you start to use pain like that, you can start making the pain worse and worse until your brain gets so confused that only pain feels good any more. Or you might start to like hurting other people like a bully does and then you don't care about them. It's wrong to do things to other people that they don't like just because you want to, especially if sex is involved." "The most important thing about sex is that you should care about the people you are doing it with and they should care about you. Otherwise you should just play with yourself until you do find the right person. Do you understand what I'm saying?" "I think so." says Mara, "So if somebody I didn't like tried to make me have sex with them I should tell to stop and if they don't I should tell somebody about it." "Almost, even if it's somebody you loved and you didn't want to do it, you should make them stop, or tell somebody. Because if they don't it shows that they care more about how they feel than they do about you." "Does that mean when Ken wants me to have sex when I want to do something else, I should tell him to 'wait until later on or I'll tell somebody'?" Chloe asks. "Exactly. You should tell your mother or father." "But I don't have a father and Mummy doesn't care about me. She's always going to stupid parties and things." "Well in that case maybe you should talk to Sherry, she's your best friend's mum and I think she'd help you. In fact it might be a very good idea to talk to her anyway." I tell her. "I couldn't, she'd tell the police and then Ken would get into trouble and I wouldn't have anybody who loved me any more." Chloe protests. "No she wouldn't!" Mara and I say together. I continue, "She'd keep it a secret if you asked her to. What if I told her and made her promise to keep it a secret?" "I don't know." Chloe says slowly. Mara makes her own pitch, "I really think you should, Mummy's really good at keeping secrets." Chloe silently thinks for a long while and I quell Mara with a glance when it looks like she's going to say something else. Finally Chloe reluctantly agrees, saying, "O.K. you can tell Sherry." I draw her to me and give her a big hug, saying, "It'll be all right, I promise. Now why don't you two go and have your shower and get cleaned up, before somebody else gets this stuff on themself. We'll finish watching the movie afterwards." "Will you have a shower with us?" Chloe asks. "Yeah, come on." Mara says, grabbing my hand and tugging on it. I continue to hold Chloe in my arms as I get to my feet and allow Mara to tow me to the bathroom. I set Chloe on her feet and say, "Skin a rabbit." as I peel her dress off over her head. She giggles and tugs my shorts and jocks down to my ankles. "I'm a rabbit too." Mara says, standing with her arms raised above her head and wriggling her nose. "O.K." I laugh, "Skin a rabbit." I peel her dress off too. "Now you." she says and motions for me to bend down. I comply and she peels off my T-shirt. "Hey, you're not a rabbit." she says, tugging at the red thatch of hair on my chest. "No I'm a fox." I growl, "And you know what foxes eat?" "Rabbits." she giggles and bolts from the room, Chloe hot on her heels. "When I catch you rabbits I'm gonna eat you up." I growl before going after them. I leave the room and see them peeking around the corner. As soon as they see me they shriek in mock terror as they turn and run. I maintain my distance as I chase my squealing and giggling prey around and around the house, until on the third circuit they bolt into Mara's room instead of turning into the kitchen. When I get there I find them lying on the bed with their hands pulling their legs back to their chests. "Are you've going to eat us?" Chloe asks with a giggle from between her knees. In answer I kneel beside the bed, and shove my face into her wide open pussy. With exaggerated growls and munching sounds I attack her tasty slot, mouthing the entire area encompassed by her labia. I feel them swell under the influence of my lips and tongue and her giggles become interspersed with little gasps as she becomes aroused. I begin to focus my oral assault on her pussy, licking from her tiny pink pucker upwards to plunge my pointed tongue into her open cunt hole. I wriggle the tip deep inside her giggling body and abruptly her giggles stop with a loud gasp. I plunge my tongue in and out, tasting the delectable juices that begin to flow from her vaginal opening. After a minute or so of tongue fucking her little passage, I withdraw and rasp my tongue over her distended clitoris. Chloe begins to makes a queer little sound in the back of her throat, half growl and half purr as I suck hard on her protruding love button. I move my head backwards as I suck, until her clit pulls free of my lips and snaps back and she emits a little squeak. I repeat this a few times before cupping her buttocks and lifting them until her knees touch down either side of her head. Suddenly Mara rouses and as I press my tongue against her friends rosy sphincter she moves to place her own knees inside Chloe's and leans forwards to lick and suck on Chloe's clitoris. Chloe's body tenses under our combined assault and I find it impossible to make headway into her tightly clenched anus. A few seconds later Mara pushes her head against mine and forces me back as she licks her way to Chloe's overflowing vagina and forces her tongue into it. She then seals her lips to her friend's nether lips and sucks hard, drawing Chloe's vaginal secretions into her mouth. Before Mara can swallow I forcefully raise her head and drive my tongue between her lips to share the flavoursome bounty of Chloe's juices. Suddenly I feel her grin and before I can stop her she drags her hand over Chloe's pussy leaving a slight greasy residue before separating from me and drawing her friends clit back between her lips. I place my tongue back on Chloe's rectal opening and lick upwards forcing Mara back, Chloe's clit stretches almost an inch and a half before snapping free and she moans loudly in response. As the Chloe's vulva start to burn I continue my lick onwards soothing the fire and exciting her to new heights. Just as I capture her clitoris, Mara pushes back until her friend's clit pops free. Back and forth we tussle, seizing and loosing control of the prize. I does not take much of this sort of treatment before an ecstatic howl escapes Chloe's lips and she cums hard, her pulsing vagina squirting it's liquid contents over our faces, her pussy juices also flowing into the crack of her arse and over her belly. As her climax begins to subside I abandon the fight for her clit and plunge my stiffened tongue into her rectum as it relaxes between contractions. With a triumphant cry, Mara attacks her friend's pulsating clitoris and begins to gently chew and pull upon it. Within seconds Chloe cums again and then again, squealing and pounding her fists on the bed. Finally she can take no more and pushes weakly against Mara's chest. With one last suck Mara sits back on her heels, grinning like an idiot and I carefully lower Chloe's body to the bed. Her chest heaves as she struggles to regain her breath and when she does, she glares at Mara, "You're right, that stuff burns." Unrepentant, Mara asks, "But wasn't that the best ever?" "Yeah, I never knew I could have more than one orgasm at a time." she replies. I lever myself to my feet and pick up a squirming body under each arm, saying, "Shower time." and heading for the bathroom where I set them down to turn on and adjust the water. As I lean into the shower enclosure two pairs of little hands wrap around my engorged member and I turn to look down into their wickedly grinning faces. A few seconds later fire blossoms in my groin. "Your turn." Chloe informs me, cheekily, before wrapping her lips around my glans and thrusting the tip of her tiny tongue into the piss hole. Almost immediately Mara snatches my cock from her friend's mouth and plunges forwards with an obscene slurp, stopping only when I bump against the back of her throat. Playfully they fight over my cock the burning sensation slowly subsiding as they alternately coat my prick with saliva and suck it clean. It only takes a few minutes before my balls are churning and I pull my cock free, saying, "I'm gonna cum. Put your heads together and open your mouths." to the girls. They immediately press their cheeks together and open wide, as I begin the jerk furiously on my cock, not caring that I'm smearing more grease on the head. As the burning starts, I begin to cum, the first spurt spattering across their noses and cheeks, I correct my aim and the second splashes off the roof of Chloe's mouth and onto her tongue. The next lands directly on Mara's out stretched tongue and I step forwards to rub my cock on their faces, smearing the remaining weaker spurts and dribbles over their lips, cheeks and eyelids. They quickly clean the cum from my cock with eager tongues, then fall to licking each other's face clean, as I finally start the water running in the shower. They protest vociferously, as I scoop up their entwined bodies and step under the warm water, then giggle as the sperm remaining on their faces turns to a sticky gelatinous mess. As we take turns to soap each other's body clean, the falling water has it's inevitable psychosomatic effect and Mara is the first to announce, "I need to pee." followed almost immediately by Chloe's, "Me too." "Wanna pee on my face?" I ask Mara and she gives me a wicked grin and a nod in reply. Chloe looks on dumbfounded as I drop to my knees and sitting on my heels, lift Mara to kneel on my shoulders. She looks down into my upturned face as she steadies herself with one hand on my forehead and opens her pussy lips with the fingers of the other hand. I close my eyes as I see the skin around her urethra bulging and a second later feel her warm urine splash onto my cheek and run down my neck. I move my head under the stream flowing from her bladder, coating my entire face, before opening my mouth and allowing the last of her pee to squirt onto my tongue and fill my mouth, then overflow to run down my chin and onto my chest. Mara finishes with a few short spurts and as I swallow, Chloe gasps, "Oh wow, you drank her pee!" I open my eyes and grin at her shocked face, "Yep! Little girls taste nice. What about you? Do you want to pee on me?" She looks down at my cock which has risen to a little past half mast, "Can I pee on your penis?" I nod and lift her to straddle my legs. She supports herself with her hands on my shoulders and squats as I fist my half hard cock and hold it upright before her tilted pelvis. She struggles self consciously for a few moments before she is able to relax her muscles enough to start the flow. At first her pee dribbles from her body and drips between her buttocks then cascades from between her labia to spatter from the head of my penis, which rapidly hardens completely. Chloe squeals as I follow the stream with my knob and press it against the opening of her urethra, causing her pale golden urine to squirt over her clit and spray in all directions. "Oh wow! That feels nice." she says, wriggling her hips. Suddenly the my cock slips and she squeaks as the head pops into the tight warm clasp of her vagina, her labia coming to rest against the side of my hand. As the last of her urine flows over my hand, she eagerly asks "Are you going to fuck me?" "Later," I say as I use my fist to push her from my cock, "let's finish our shower before we run out of hot water." "Spoilsport." she grins, slapping my shoulder. As I begin to rise, Mara pushes me back down and squirts an overly generous quantity of shampoo into my hair. Together they massage my scalp, playing with the foam and pulling my hair up into spikes. After I rinse the suds from my hair I pull Mara down into my lap and wash her hair as she does Chloe's. As we stand and I reach for the taps, Mara grabs my softening cock and says to me, "Do you want to pee? I want you to pee on my pussy." "Me too!" says Chloe. "Me three." I say and take Chloe by the shoulders to move her to stand beside Mara. As they stand there with their hips thrust forwards and their fingers stretching their pussy lips, I take aim at Mara's chest and let fly, quickly zigzagging my stream downwards over their bellies and onto their exposed clits. "That tickles!" Mara giggles, as my golden stream splashes off her mound and fingers. I turn to Chloe and find that she has her clit pinched between thumb and forefinger and is twisting and pulling on it. She shudders when my hot piss hits her fingers and the tiny piece of flesh between them and her fingers move faster. When I turn back to Mara, she is emulating her friend, her knuckles white with the pressure she is exerting on her steaming little snatch. As my piss starts to run out I begin to stop and start the flow pulsing the last of my urine onto her busily working fingers and she cums with a squeal, falling to her knees just in time for me to send the last of my pee jetting into her open mouth. Beside her Chloe gasps and her fingers go into overdrive, feverishly attacking her clit as she drives four fingers of the other hand into her cunt. Warm lips and fingers on my stiffening cock distract me and I look down to see Mara stripping the last droplets of urine into her mouth. Suddenly Chloe shrieks and my cock is pulled free as she collapses on top of Mara, an intense climax ripping through her body. I catch her just before her head hits the tiled wall of the shower and lift her into my arms, cradling her heaving body as she slowly recovers. Mara's evil little giggle makes me look up just in time to see her twist off the hot water as she steps from the shower enclosure. I gasp and Chloe squeals as the suddenly cold water splashes from our bodies. I quickly step out from under the icy flow and put Chloe down. Ignoring Mara, who giggles from the doorway, I take a towel and rub Chloe dry, then allow her to perform the same service for me. I grin at Mara, who is now beginning to shiver, as the exhaust fan draws cooler air past her body. Finally she works up enough courage to step back into the bathroom for a towel and I grab her, pulling her face down across my knee. I dry her bottom with a towel and as she realises what I have in mind she begins to squirm, but is unable to escape as I press one hand into the small of her back. "Chloe," I say, pointing at Mara's wriggling backside, "do you want to do the honours? I think five should be enough." Chloe nods, grinning and kneels astride my outstretched leg. Mara lets out a drawn out wail, "Noooooo." Her cry is cut short as Chloe's hand descends and lands with surprising force on Mara's clenched buttocks. Four more times her arm rises and falls, each time the resulting 'crack' sounds loud in the confined space of the bathroom. When I release her, she springs to her feet, rubbing her bum and trying to scowl as we grin at her. Finally she grins with us and when I hold up the towel she steps forwards and allows me to enfold her in it then rub her dry. In her bedroom Mara gets my old T-shirt out and slips it on, then as Chloe has no sleepwear offers her baby dolls to her. Chloe refuses, pointing to Mara and saying, "I want one like that." I sigh and lead them into my room, then pull another shirt from my bag and hand it to Chloe. For myself I choose a pair of trackie daks and pull them on. "Let's finish watching the movie." I say taking hold of their hands. Chloe hangs back and pouts at me, saying, "Aren't you going to fuck me?" "Well I was going to wait until after the movie, but I've got a better idea." I say and pull her from the room. I remove my pants and slouch in the chair, lifting Mara to lie on my chest, with her head by my cock. She inhales my flaccid cock and moves it around inside her mouth with her tongue. As my prick begins to swell in her mouth she tilts her head back and allows the head to push into the back of her throat. When my growing cock threatens to push her face from my groin, she gulps and takes my swelling glans into her oesophagus, her rippling throat muscles are all it takes to bring me to a rock like hardness. Mara works her throat muscles a few more times then takes thirty seconds to slowly pull back as a slack jawed Chloe looks on, finally releasing my cock with an obscene slurp and turning a shit eating grin on her friend. Chloe's jaw eventually snaps shut, and she asks, "Oh wow, how did you do that?" Mara airily replies, "Oh, it's easy, you wanna try it?" and moves sideways to sit on the arm of the chair, the fingers of one hand idly toying with her clit as Chloe quickly scrambles to take her place. "O.K. when his cock won't go any further, tilt your head back and swallow." Chloe wraps her lips around my prick and bobs up and down a few times getting used to my size, then pushes forwards until the head lodges in her throat. She immediately gags and pulls back coughing, throwing an accusing glance at Mara. Mara giggles, saying, "I did that too, just keep trying." Chloe recovers and slips her lips back over my knob, once more bobbing up and down before pushing down with a slow steady motion, swallowing as I bump into the back of her throat. When she has only an inch to go she pulls back with a gasp. "Oh, take a deep breath too." Mara instructs. Chloe nods and tries again. When my glans slides over the back of her tongue she inhales deeply through her nose, and forges on. This time however she has worked out how to relax the muscles of her throat and my knob slides smoothly down her throat until her lips come to rest at the base of my cock. She holds still for a few moments before backing up until only the head remains in her mouth as she takes a breath then begins to move her head up and down the entire length of my shaft with a smooth steady motion, fucking me with her face and throat. Finally I have to restrain her, as she shows no sign of stopping herself. "I thought you wanted me to fuck you." I say and She nods, keeping my knob trapped in her mouth. "Well if you keep that up you're going to get a mouthful of cum instead." She releases my cock with a pop and grins at Mara, "Beat that." she challenges and I have to stop Mara as she moves to try. I grasp Chloe's hips and pull her snatch up to my mouth to lubricate it with my saliva. It is an unnecessary task as her delicious juices are flowing abundantly from her vaginal opening to coat her clit and drip onto my chest. I use my tongue to lap up the excess before reversing her body and sitting her on my stomach facing my feet. Mara moves to kneel at my feet, her eyes fixed on my cock and Chloe's cunny. "Do you want to help?" I ask her and when she nods, I instruct her, "Hold my cock pointed up." She wraps her hand around the base of my cock and aims it at the ceiling as I lift Chloe's hips and slide backwards until my cock points at her vagina. I then lower her until my cock presses between her labia, Mara grins as she begins to drag my glans back and forth between her friend's pussy lips, first coating it with Chloe's freely flowing secretions then rubbing it in small circles over Chloe's clit and then back to the entrance to her vagina. For nearly a minute Mara teases Chloe in this fashion until she moans in frustration and bounces in my hands, trying to capture my cock. Finally I relent, telling Mara to hold my cock still and thrust upwards sinking half of my shaft into the tight, warm embrace of Chloe's sheath, A squeak escaping from her lips as the head bumps into the neck of her womb. Mara releases my cock and sits back on her heels to see what I will do next. I lower my hips keeping my glans pressed to the dimple at the end of her vagina. As I settle into the cushion, I let some of Chloe's weight press downwards and I feel her cervix open up around my intruding cock. Mara's eyes nearly fall from her head as she watches the bulge of my cock travel up her friend's belly. When Chloe's cervix snaps over the flare of my glans I let go of her hips and she squeals as I let her drop the last two inches into my lap. Mara looks disbelievingly, at her friend fully impaled on my cock and hesitantly reaches out to push her finger into Chloe's navel. Chloe giggles as Mara inadvertently tickles her as she says, "Oh wow! I can feel his cock." "And I can feel your finger." I say, "Now will you kindly remove it before Chloe giggles me off?" Mara deliberately tickles her friend for a few seconds longer then sits back, asking, "Doesn't that hurt? How did you get it in so far?" Chloe speaks first, saying, "No, it feels really good. I feel so stretched and full." I then answer the question directed at me, "I pushed my cock through her cervix into her womb." "Wow! Do you mean it's right inside where the baby grows?" Mara asks. "Yep." I tell Mara as I take hold of Chloe's hips and start moving them in small circles. Chloe squeals, and says "Oh, he's stirring up my insides." Mara then leans forwards and licks at the junction of our bodies before sucking Chloe's clit between her lips and chewing on it. When Chloe tries to lift herself upwards I use my hands on her hips to keep her pressed into my lap, stopping her from moving more than a few millimetres in any direction. She is already well aroused by the teasing Mara had given her before and as Mara continues to stimulate her clit by licking sucking and chewing on it, it only takes a minute or so before an intense orgasm crashes through her body and I feel her belly muscles ripple under my fingertips as the well toned muscles of her vagina contract with almost painful force around my intruding fuck stick. I groan at the intensity of the feeling, and grit my teeth to hold back my own climax as the muscles of her immature cunt ripple up and down the lower half of my cock. She pushes Mara's head away as her climax subsides and I heave a sigh of relief as my own impending orgasm subsides, and my balls slowly drop back into my scrotum. I wriggle sideways and motion for Mara to squeeze in beside me as I pick up the remote and back the tape up then set it playing again. For the remaining half hour or so of the movie we sit like that, Mara and I idly toying with Chloe's clit, exciting her to fever pitch then letting her cool down for a while as Mara massages my balls. Over and over again we tease Chloe and whenever she tries to move I pin her in place. By the end of the movie my lap is awash with her juices and I am white knuckled from the strain of restricting Chloe's movements. She is well past the point of begging us to let her cum and is moaning incoherently, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks. As the final credits roll I lift her from my lap, feeling my cock snap free of the tight embrace of her cervix and come to rest at the entrance of her vagina, I silently count the seconds and on thirty I slam her downwards as I thrust up into her unresisting body, our bodies coming together with a wet slap, cunt juice splashing everywhere. Immediately I lift her up and pull her back down. It only takes half a dozen of these savage thrusts before her tiny body goes absolutely rigid and she throws her head back, emitting a piercing shriek that is fit to wake the dead, as she cums so hard I'm scared she's going to burst a blood vessel. Over and over the muscles of her abdomen flex, and her sheath contracts around my intruding shaft milking the cum from my balls. In great jolting spasms I climax, sending jet after jet of my semen searing through my cock to splash against the back wall of her womb. Mara looks on in awe as her friend begins to thrash in my lap, having to grab one of her arms as it swings in an uncontrolled arc towards her face. I slip my fingers between Chloe's labia to capture the rock hard pebble that is her clit, pinching it between my fingertips and pulling hard, stretching it away from her body and releasing it with a snap, over and over again I ravage her swollen clitoris until she falls unconscious, her body slumping onto my chest and her head lolling on my shoulder. I don't know how long her orgasm lasted before her body finally goes limp, but on the TV screen the credits are finished and the trailers are running. Mara gazes bugeyed at the saturated junction of our bodies, as if she is unable to believe what she has just witnessed. All she can do is repeat continuously, "Oh wow! Oh wow!" as her friend slowly recovers. Drool drips from Chloe's lips as her eyelids tremble then lethargically open to reveal eyes that stare blankly at the ceiling. Slowly they begin to track and she groans. She carefully turns to me and her lips work silently for a while before she is finally able to whisper, "thank you." Mara slips from the chair to kneel at my feet and look up at her friend as she asks, "Was that good?" Chloe silently nods and Mara continues, saying, "I can't wait for Daddy to do that to me." Chloe's head snaps forwards upon hearing this and she sits up, exclaiming, "You want your father to fuck you! Wow!" As she moves my softening cock pulls free and her cervix snaps closed, trapping my semen inside her body. Shrinking further I slip completely free of her vagina's warm embrace and a flood of cunt juice gushes into my lap. With a cry of delight, Mara dives forwards to suck my cock clean, but when she moves to lap at her friend's swollen pussy, Chloe pushes her away with groan. Mara shrugs philosophically and rolls her friend aside, to get at the tasty liquids pooled in the hollows either side of my shrunken cock. When she lifts her grinning face, the area around her mouth glistens with Chloe's secretions and her tongue snakes out to clean her lips. I reach down to pull her up into my lap, and lick her face clean of the juices she was unable to reach. "Now it's your turn," I inform her, "but let us retire to the bedroom." I settle both girls on my hips, struggle to my feet and carry them into my bedroom then drop them onto the bed. I then jump onto the bed between them and they laugh as I set them bouncing. Rolling over I wrap my arms around their tiny bodies and hug them to my sides, kissing the tops of their heads. I gently drag my fingernails up and down their backs, pushing their T-shirts up under their arms, feeling them squirm delightfully in my arms, then slip my hands down to squeeze their cute little bums. Mara wriggles for a moment then rolls over and sits up, stripping of her shirt, before lying back down and pulling my hand between her legs, Chloe however is content to remain snuggled into my side. I tease the outside of Mara's immature little pussy with soft caressing strokes for a few moments, then separate the lips to scoop up some of the moisture that has begun to seep from her opening and transfer it to coat her clit. I gently roll her little nubbin between my fingertips, feeling it harden in my grasp and extend to peek from it's protective hood. The current arrangement of our bodies is somewhat awkward and because I want to see what I am doing I rise to my knees and move Mara up towards the head of the bed and lie down between her widespread thighs. Using my thumbs I separate her baby pussy lips and gaze at the delicate flesh between them, watching her little clit slowly withdraw into it's protective hood. I spend so long just looking at her that Mara raises her self on her elbows to look at me and say, "Hurry up and make me cum you bastard." I grin at her and shake my head, enjoying her frustration. When she takes matters into her own hands and rubs at her pussy, I let her go for a little while before stopping her and sucking the juice from her fingers, then settle back to watch her clitoris disappear again. Mara uses her feet to pull herself down the bed and push her pussy into my face. I let her rub her crotch over my face until her clit stands up once again then pin her hips to the mattress and blow a cooling stream of air over her engorged love button. Mara struggles to increase the stimulation on her pussy, but only manages to make the bed shake. By now Chloe has recovered enough to take an interest in the proceedings and after removing her T-shirt, shifts to lie facing me, with her head cushioned on Mara's stomach. She grins when she sees what I am doing and begins to blow in counterpoint to me, so that Mara's clit is hit by our breath, first from one side and then the other. We keep teasing her in this fashion for several minutes, letting her frustration increase until her head and shoulders are bouncing on the bed and her heels drum on my back. When I finally dip my head to flick my tongue over the tip of her swollen purple clit, she bucks her hips so hard that Chloe's head bounces on her belly, driving a grunt from her as it falls back. Chloe and I return to blowing across her clit and she, yells at me, "Suck my pussy you bastard." I smile at Chloe and she grins back at me then puckers up for a kiss. I shift forwards enough to comply, pressing my chin to Mara's pubic bone, just above her slit. On top of Mara's quaking body, Chloe and I press our lips together and entwine our tongues, ignoring the bucking and heaving body bellow us. A few seconds later Mara manages to get one hand free and grabs a handful of my hair. She jerks my head up so she can look into my eyes and menaces me, "If you don't suck me properly, I'm going to rip your bloody hair out." She then pushes my face into her pussy and holds it there. I extend my tongue and with a slow deliberate stroke I drag it from her glistening little pucker, over her drooling hole and on to rasp over her plum coloured clitoris. From her lips comes a long drawn out moan which rises to a shrill squeak as my tongue contacts her pulsating nubbin. I return my tongue to her tiny arsehole and repeat my oral assault again and then again. As her breathing becomes quicker and more ragged I place the ball of my thumb over the opening of her vagina and press inwards, my intruding digit sinking easily into the hot tight embrace of her oozing cunt. I tease her rosy little anus with my forefinger until it relaxes and allows me to slide into her warm, buttery depths. I pinch the thin membrane separating her arse and vagina between my fingers and slowly work my fingers in an out of her body, as I nurse gently on her clit. She begins to buck her hips up at me, trying to force my fingers deeper inside her body. Just as she is about to tip over the edge I pull my fingers free of her body, and release her clit. I grin at Chloe, who grins back and starts blowing, as Mara moans in frustration, continuing to buck her hips at nothing. I massage Mara's legs from knee to just below her crotch while I wait for her to cool down a little. As her breathing shifts to a more regular pattern I work my finger back into her little rosebud, quickly adding a second and then a third with surprising ease. As I look at my fingers working in and out of her I realise that my cock is not much thicker. "Mara," I say, "I know you want your father to be the first to fuck you in your pussy, but would you let be fuck your bottom?" She pushes Chloe off her belly and pulls behind her knees, curling herself into a ball trying to look at where my fingers are slowly moving in and out of her body. "Will it hurt?" she asks. "Not if we go slowly, I've already got three fingers in you and my cock isn't that much bigger." I reassure her. "O.K." she agrees, "your fingers feel good, but you have to stop if I says so." "Of course." I say, continuing, "Chloe, do you want to get my cock all slippery?" I turn onto my side so Chloe can get at my cock, while she slips her lips over my knob and pushes them down to the root, I continue to move my fingers in Mara's bottom, keeping her sphincter open. Chloe bobs back and forth on my rigid member, giving it a generous coating of saliva. Again I have to push her off me, as she seems determined to bring me off with her mouth and the tight muscles of her throat. I pull my fingers from Mara's backside and rise to my knees, a small quantity of her shit sticks to them so I ask, "Chloe, could you go and get me a wet cloth, please?" As Chloe scrambles from the bed, I ask Mara to get onto her hands and knees. She does as I ask, with her little bottom pointing at me and I lean forwards to dribble some saliva into her open rectum. Chloe returns and while I'm cleaning my hand, she pushes her head in front of me to revive my softening cock, this time she pulls back as soon as I am fully hard. As I place my hands on Mara's hips, separating her buttocks and holding her steady. Chloe takes me in hand, aiming my penis at the opening between her friends buttocks, as I shuffle forwards on my knees. Chloe holds my shaft steady, placing my glans against Mara's puckered opening. I push forwards but her anal sphincter resists my entry and my glans flattens against it. "Relax Mara," I say, "push with you muscles like you are doing number twos." I push forwards again as I feel her anus opening up around the tip of my cock, very slowly my knob forces it's way into Mara's body. Her arsehole is almost painfully tight on me, but I continue to make headway slowly. Finally the flare of my glans pops inside and another inch or so follows with a rush before I can stop and Mara squeaks a soft, "Ouch!" "Are you all right?" I ask, concerned. "Uh huh," she says, "just wait a minute while I get used to it. God I feel so stretched." A short time later she nods her head, saying, "O.K. keep going." Chloe leaves go of my shaft and sits back on her heels to watch as I carefully pull backwards until my glans catches against her sphincter then slowly push forwards, sinking nearly half of my cock into the tight, buttery, warmth of Mara's anal passage. Her head hangs between her arms and she breathes in short sharp pants as she takes a short rest, letting her intestines get used to the intrusion. She lifts her head and groans as she resumes pushing back against me, three quarters of my prick disappearing between her buttocks before I drag to a halt. Hunching my back I pull back a little, while I work up a good gob of spit and drool it onto the point where my tumescent cock penetrates her obscenely stretched arsehole. As my saliva dribbles around my member I slowly push forwards into the tight, hot, depths of her colon until my balls come to rest against her pussy. "How do you feel Mara?" I ask. "Full." she says, then giggles, "I feel like I've got to take the biggest poop, ever. Can you just leave it there for a minute? It feels so good." While we wait I reach underneath her, to play with her clitoris, gently pinching and pulling on it. She moans as my fingers touch her and a few moments later her hips begin to rock back and forth, her sphincter griping so tightly around my cock that her skin tents outward before an inch or so of my shaft slips free, then follows my cock inwards as she pushes back onto me. As her arsehole relaxes, the length and tempo of her thrusts increase until she has half of my cock plowing in and out of her arse and my finger looses contact with her clit. I lift my hands her hips and gently still her motions, as I take control, pumping with slow, careful strokes between her quivering butt cheeks. Chloe rises to her knees and waddles over the quaking mattress to rest her head in the small of Mara's back. Her jaw works for a moment and she begins to dribble slippery spit, from the corner of her mouth into the valley between her friend's pale, white buttocks. As the slick fluid flows around my pistoning prick, I lengthen my thrusts until I am driving the entire length of my cock into the tiny child, crouched before me, my balls slapping wetly against her swollen pussy lips. With each of my, almost brutal, thrusts, her head flies back and an excited squeak is forced from her slack lips. Chloe's head slips from Mara's back under the influence of my pounding movements, so she rolls over onto her back and wriggles underneath her friend, positioning herself with her head between our legs and her pussy under Mara's thrashing head. As I pull back I look down and see Chloe extend her tongue and drag it from Mara's swollen clitoris, between her engorged labia, along my cock shaft and onto my swaying balls. Mara shrieks with pleasure as her friends mobile lips return to suck on the tiny nubbin of sensitive flesh that is her clitoris. I lean forwards as I force myself back into Mara's clenching rectum, and support myself on my hands. I look over Mara's shoulder as she dips her head to cover Chloe's entire mound with her mouth. I imagine her busy tongue flickering over Chloe's hard, little button and driving into her slick, little cunt. Lower down Chloe licks my balls then sucks them both into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, releasing them with a slurp as I pull back, withdrawing until only my glans remains lodged in Mara's tight little bottom. I rest a few seconds then thrust forwards, driving home with such force that I knock her flat, her lips pulling free of Chloe's mound with a wet, kissing sound. Rather than lifting her back onto her knees, I slip my hand under her belly to support her as I shuffle backwards and lower her to lie flat on top of her friend, her face pressed between Chloe's raised thighs as Chloe's lips and tongue seek and find her own oozing love tunnel. I move my legs between Mara's and fuck her with long, hard strokes, my nuts bouncing off Chloe's nose as her upraised legs prevent Mara from sliding down her sweat slick body, every time my crotch slaps against Mara's upturned buttocks she grunts into her friends bucking pelvis. As I pound my rock hard fuck stick into Mara's pre-pubescent body, I feel Chloe's hands grasp my buttocks and a tiny finger probes at my clenching arsehole, rubbing in small teasing circles around the rim. Her feathery touch excites me to new heights and I go into overdrive, my knob swelling as I brutally stab my rampant prick into Mara's tortured arsehole. Beneath me her body stiffens then shudders and my cock drives home in a stop, start motion as the tight ring of muscles surrounding my prick, alternately clench and relax, as she climaxes, her staccato cries, pulsing into her friend's overheated gash. The sensation these rapidly repeated outbursts bring to Chloe's straining clit are enough to send her over the edge and her softer cries stimulate Mara to fresh heights. At the same time as she begins cumming, Chloe drives her finger home in my arse and the tip punches into my prostrate, triggering my own massive climax. Our bodies are connected together like some incredible sexual amplifier and as each jet of my sperm sears it's way from my balls through my adamantine shaft, to where Mara feels it splash within her receptive bowels, her cries rise in volume. This in turn stimulates Chloe to yelp louder into her friends drooling cunt, as she withdraws then drives her finger back home against my aching prostrate. Even after I ceases to spasm deep inside Mara's tiny bottom, their cries continue to drive each other higher and higher, until finally Mara crashes and her young body goes limp beneath me. As Mara's cries cease to stimulate her, Chloe's own cries become rapid panting gasps, that slowly subside into a more normal pattern of breathing. I am barely able to prevent myself collapsing and crushing their small bodies but I am loath to pull my still firm cock from Mara's unconscious body. Instead I wait for her to recover enough to help me roll over onto my back, while keeping her impaled on my cock. Her sphincter grips me tight enough to prevent the blood from leaving my prick. As I lay there with her cuddled to my belly I feel a familiar tickling sensation and have an incredibly nasty idea. "Mara," I say, "I need to pee and I want to do something really naughty and fun." "What's that?" she asks, her curiosity piqued. "Can I pee inside your bottom?" I ask, hesitantly. "Oooh, that is nasty." Chloe's says. At almost the same time, Mara asks, "Wouldn't that be messy?" "Probably, but we can sit on the toilet together and then when I'm done you con just slip in between my legs." "O.K. let's do it." she agrees, eagerly. I Clasp her to me with one arm and slip my other hand between her legs, both to help support her weight and to uses a finger tip to keep my cock in her arse. I carefully work my way to the edge of the bed and Chloe helps me sit up, then stand. She follows us, giggling at my undignified waddle, as I make my way to the littlest room. I sit on the seat and spread Mara's thighs so that she straddles me. The sensations brought about by Mara's tight arse on my cock as I walked and the though of what I'm about to do make it impossible for me to piss and I have to wait a minute, silently going through the times tables. Finally I relax enough to continue and send a short spurt of my hot urine, boiling into Mara's bowels. "Oooh, I can feel it going inside me! It's all tingly." she exclaims, then orders, "Rub my clitty." I'm happy to comply and as I send another spurt of warm pee into her body, I begin to play with her clit, rolling it between my fingertips and pulling it away from her body. As I stimulate her clit I continue to release my scalding pee, in short jets, into her seven year old guts. Just as I pulse the last of my urine into her, she cums on my fingers and I have to hold her tight, as she writhes, squealing, in my lap. Under my hand her belly is pushed outwards with my pee and as she recovers, Mara looks down at where my hand caresses her bulging tummy. "It looks like I'm going to have a baby." she giggles and pushes her hand under mine. "let me see?" says Chloe and places her hand beside Mara's. She giggles as she feels the rumbles of her friend's churning guts, saying, "Oooh I can feel him kicking." Both Mara and I giggle when she says this and my cock begins to slip from Mara's arse. Fearing a rather messy accident, I get Chloe to lift Mara's legs as I spread my own and straddle the bowl, moving backwards to sit right on the back of the seat with the sharp edges of the hinge biting into my buttocks. I'm just in time and lift Mara forwards, as my rapidly wilting member slips free. A mixture of shit, piss and cum, literally falls from her gaping arsehole, to splash in the bowl beneath us and she gives an immense sigh of relief as her bowels empty themselves in a rush. When it is over I lift her to her feet and she bends forwards as I grab a wad of paper and gently swab her bottom clean. "I think we need another shower." I say, with a laugh and gather her up in my arms for the short walk to the bathroom. Behind us the toilet flushes and Chloe comes out holding her nose. Mara giggles at her friend, as I set her down and adjust the water temperature until it is lukewarm. Together we step under the soothing spray and as it getting late I quickly sponge the residue of our sexplay from their tiny bodies, though I do pay careful attention to Mara's little bum, marvelling as I watch her anus continue to close up, until I wonder how I got my cock into such a tiny opening. "How does it feel?" I ask her, as I gently run the soapy cloth between her little bum cheeks. "Sore," she replies, "but it's a nice sore." and takes the cloth from my hand, motioning for me to kneel down as she rinses the cloth clean. When they would make a game of washing me clean, I stop them saying, "No more of that, it's getting late and you should be in bed." They both pout at me and Mara calls me a "Meanie." but they do as I say and I'm soon as squeaky clean as them. We step from the shower and quickly towel each other dry, as I ask, "Do you two want to sleep together in my bed?" They both nod enthusiastically, though Chloe asks, "Where will you sleep?" "Oh I'll sleep in Mara's bed." I answer, airily, although I expect to join Sherry for at least part of the night. I hurry them along to the bedroom and help them back into their oversized T-shirts and tuck them into bed. They ask me to join them, but when I glance at the clock I refuse, "No way, it's after ten o'clock, you were supposed to be in bed over an hour ago. If I stay, we'll probably still be awake when Sherry comes home. And then where would we be?" Chloe gives a shudder at the thought of being caught fucking, while Mara just grins at me wickedly from behind her friend. I kiss them thoroughly good night and leave the room, grabbing my trackie daks from beside the armchair and slipping them on. I recover my book from out on the deck and settle down in the kitchen with it, as I wait for Sherry to come home. Half an hour later I look in on the girls and find them fast asleep, embracing in the 69 position. I smile to myself and thinking that Sherry will enjoy the sight when she comes home. Chapter 17 - CHLOE'S STORY. Some time later I am woken by the sound of a key in the lock of the front door and lift my head from the table to look up blearily as Sherry comes home. "Hi Geoff, how were the kids? Any trouble?" she asks as she comes into the Kitchen and deposits her keys and bag on the table. "They were great, no trouble at all." I say, continuing, "We do have to talk though." "Hang on a sec while I go and pee." she tells me, as she hurries into the toilet. Returning a few minutes later with a strange look on her face. "Can you tell me how your clothes managed to get in the middle of the girls clothes in the bathroom?" "Uh, that's part of what I wanted to talk to you about." I say. "Don't tell me. You managed to seduce and corrupt another little girl. Right?" she guesses. "Well not exactly," I reply, "Chloe was corrupted, if you want to call it that, more than two years ago by her big brother." "Huh, would you care to explain that remark?" "Well it happened like this. When we were playing Ludo before lunch, the girls were sitting with their legs crossed and after a while of rocking back and forth their knickers started to show. There was some thing about Chloe that I couldn't quite work out until I realised that she didn't have a slit like a little girl but a fair sized gap between her pussy lips. "As for Mara her knickers had shifted to one side and half her pussy was out in the open air. Chloe noticed this and pointed it out to Mara, then asked about the bruises, Mara of course said they were from having her cherry popped. Chloe didn't ask what that meant, instead she began to ask if Mara had had sex. Mara explained about the log, and I distracted them back to the game as I thought the conversation had gone far enough. "I guess it was then that I began to suspect that Chloe wasn't as innocent as she looked." "I would have thought that it would be painfully obvious, when she asked Mara if she had fucked." Sherry says. "No she never said that. You wouldn't have understood, unless you knew what she was talking about." "Oh! So what happened after that?" she asks. "Lunch." I say and grin at her. Dodging as she aims a punch at me. "Smart arse!" she says, "You know what I mean. What happened when I was out this afternoon?" "Very little actually," I reply, "They played dressups as you know and tried to make me judge. I managed dodge that one, but when they came out dressed in your old mini-dresses and frightful makeup jobs I couldn't help myself and started laughing. Mara got mad and stripped off, she stood there in her knickers and challenged me to do better. That's when I did the Islander and Indian costumes. "After that we went swimming until the tide turned. When we got under the shower on the beach, they both stripped of their bathers and I saw that Chloe really did have a big gap between her pussy lips. I took off my own shorts without thinking about it and that's when Chloe let the cat out of the bag by saying that I was bigger than her brother. Mara asked when she had seen her brother and Chloe started to get upset, saying, 'I'm not supposed to tell.' and bursting into tears. "By then it was obvious that she had been having sex with her brother. I managed to get her calmed down and questioned her about it, as I was afraid her brother had been hurting her. Although she didn't tell me how it all started, she did make it obvious that she really loved her brother and that she liked playing around with him. "When I got to asking if they had oral sex, it was Mara's turn to let the cat out of the bag, saying, 'it tastes good, doesn't it?' Chloe put two and two together and figured out that Mara and I had been fooling around, and she asked if I had fucked Mara yet. Mara said 'no', turned the question back and Chloe told us she had been fucking since she was five. "After that, there didn't seem to be much more to say, so I promised that I would keep her secret and we came back up to the house." "Wow, only five years old." Sherry whispers to herself and squirms in her seat, obviously excited by the thought. She then asks, "If you promised not to say anything, then why are you telling me all this now?" I answer, "Because I later found out that while her brother was always gentle and loving with her, he wouldn't always take no for an answer. I figured that as she got older she would start to resent this and major problems would occur. In fact, as we were talking about sexual ethics at the time, I figured that the problems would start as soon as she got home. "The only two answers to this that I could think of were to either tell her mother or the police about it, thereby loosing her, her big brother, whom she loved so much." Sherry interrupts, saying forcefully, "No that's NOT an option." I'm surprised by her vehemence and she replies to my questioning look, "Go on I'll explain later." I look at her a moment longer and continue, "The other option, and the only one that I really considered was to find an adult who would stand up for her. You were the logical and only choice as I'll be gone in a week and it has to be somebody who is around all the time and who can be trusted to keep her secret. So I convinced Chloe that you would help her to stand up to her brother, and she agreed to me telling you." "So how did you convince her? Did you tell her about my involvement with you and Mara?" "No," I reply, "She only knows about me and Mara, though she does know that Mara want's Carl to be the first to fuck her in the pussy. I just talked fast until she agreed to my telling you." "Uh Huh. So what did you really get up to this evening." "Well we went and got the movie, you would have loved their first choice, they thought they were getting something like the Muppets." I say, and let it hang for a moment. "Oh?" she says, then, "OH! you don't mean...?" and breaks off laughing. "Yep. Meet the Feebles." I laugh back at her. "That would have been an educational experience." she giggles, "So what did you get?" "The Muppet Movie." I answer, then muse, "I think we'll have to watch it again as Chloe missed the last half hour or so." "Oh?" Sherry raises her eyebrows. "I'll get to that later." I tell her and go on to tell her about the rest of the evening. She laughs at her daughter's misfortune when I tell her about the pizza grease on my hands. I'm not sure how Sherry will react to my introducing her daughter to watersports, as I tell her hesitantly about getting Mara to pee in my mouth. I needn't have worried, as Sherry cums on her fingers immediately and staggers to her feet. Dragging me towards her bedroom, she tells me that wet sex is one of her favourite kinks and she hadn't said anything because she had been afraid that it would turn me and Mara off. I steer her to one side and we peek into my bedroom. Sherry gasps at the sight of the two little girls on the bed, they have moved a little but it is obvious what they have been doing as they still lie head to tail, and their shirts are raised enough to expose their naked cunnies, which still show signs of their earlier love making. Sherry's hand has slipped once more between her legs, and an obscene squelching sound emanates from her crotch as her fingers dig forcefully at her overheated gash. I pull her from the door and lead her into her own bedroom. While Sherry hurries to remove her clothing, I drop my pants to the floor and wait beside the bed, with my cock standing at half mast as I watch her frantic motions, her knickers falling with a wet splat to the bare floorboards. With the last of her clothing off, Sherry shoves me backwards to fall on the bed and dives for my crotch, inhaling my prick and swallowing until the glans pops into her throat. When I am fully hard she bobs her head up and down twice more and climbs up to straddle my hips. She reaches underneath herself and fists my bloated member, holding it upright as she lowers herself to capture the tip in the entrance to her saturated cunt. Satisfied, she removes her hand and drops down onto my cock impaling herself in one swift motion, hissing through clenched teeth as my rock hard shaft spears into her body and we actually fuck for the first time. There is no finesse to her actions as she rapidly pumps up and down on top of me and I am glad that I have already cum twice that evening as her frantic motions soon get me caught up in her excitement and I lift my hips to match her downward thrusts as I reach up to knead her bobbing tits. She cums hard as I viciously squeeze her erect nipples, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming out in ecstasy and waking the girls. I pull down on her shoulders and lift my head to suck hard on her tits, swirling my tongue around her hard nubbins and soothing them. As her excitement rises once more is start to chew gently on first one then the other and when her orgasm is imminent I bite down hard on her right nipple, sending her crashing over the brink, a muffled scream escaping her lips. Eventually, I can hold back no longer and place my hands on her hips, jerking her up and down faster and faster as my cock swells more and more. Finally I pull her down into my lap as my cum boils from my balls and burns it's way through my cock. Sherry climaxes for a third time as she feels my cock jerking inside her, she bites her lip so hard that I see a trickle of blood run down her chin and I pump her spasming cunt full of my seed. Exhausted she collapses forwards to lie on my chest and asks me to continue with my story. "Oh that poor girl." she giggles, her cunt twitching on my softening cock, as I tell her how Mara and I kept Chloe on the edge of orgasm for so long and that was why we would have to watch the movie again. She massages me with her internal muscles as I describe the rapid conclusion of that fuck and life begins to return to my poor cock. When I tell her about taking her daughters anal cherry she begins to rotate her hips in small circles as she continues to squeeze on my hardening cock. By the time I finish my recital by describing our triple climax Sherry has sat up on my lap is slowly sliding up and down on my shaft, which I has returned to a steel like rigidity. Sherry lifts herself from me and lets my cock fall with a wet slap to my belly as flood of our combined juices gushes into my already saturated lap. "I want you to fuck my arse now. Hard." she tells me as she crawls into the middle of the bed. I roll over with a mock groan to crawl up behind her and position my knob against her puckered anus. When I begin to slowly push against her she says, "No! Ram it into me. I want to really feel you slam home." I comply with her wishes and pull harder on her hips, and as her arsehole dilates around my intruding glans, I pull back savagely as I thrust forwards, burying my entire shaft in her bowels, in one brutal stroke. She grunts in pain as I slam home, then says through clenched teeth, "Now, fuck me hard, really give it to me." Nothing loath, I pull back and slam forwards driving another grunt from her body as my belly slaps wetly against her buttocks. The clenched muscles of her anal passage soon relax and I begin to move more freely within the tight confines of her rectum and I'm able to take my hands from her hips. "Yesss!" she hisses as I reach underneath her to her swaying breasts, viciously squeezing her nipples and brutally stretching her them away from her body. "Oh, fuck yess, harder! HARDER!" She cries, and tries to support herself on one hand as the other reaches between her legs to maul her oozing cunt and engorged clit. It takes only a few seconds before she cums, her arsehole squeezing on my pistoning shaft twice before her arm buckles and she falls forwards, pulling free of my cock. I raise her from the bed by shoving four fingers into her still spasming arse, and lifting, sliding three pillows under her belly before sinking my rigid member through her slack sphincter into the buttery depths of her colon. Leaning forwards, I grab her tits and brutally hammer her arse, driving her body towards another climax as I maul her small, conical breasts. Each of my pounding thrusts driving a half grunt, half squeal between her lips. My own excitement rises as I continue to piston my cock within her rumbling bowels, and my balls ache as they draw up and labour to produce yet another wad of jism. Finally her sphincter clenches around my shaft and collapse on top of her as I pulse a few tired dribbles of cum into her spasming arsehole. Sherry rests for a few moments, then heaves her shoulders and rolls me from her body and rolling over herself to rest her head on my shoulder. "Oh fuck!" She groans, "That was good! So was that all you and the girls did, or is there more?" "Well there's just one more thing, but I'm not sure if you are ready to hear it." I tease her. She grabs my balls and gives them a warning squeeze, "Tell me!" she hisses, "And it better not be that you fucked her pussy or these come off, I want to be there when THAT happens." I mock cringe and hurriedly say, "No of course not, she's saving that for her daddy, it's nothing really." Another squeeze, "Tell me!" "All right! O.K. already! I just gave her a piss enema, when I finished fucking her tight little butt." "You what?" She yelps, "Oh that is so hot. I want you to do that to me right now." "Well my bladder is ready, but there's just one teansy weansy problem." I say, indicating my shrunken penis. "Your right it is teansy." She says and releases my nuts to contemptuously flick my flaccid prick, "But we can soon fix that." and turns to take my slimy member into her hot mouth. The nastiness of her action, combined with her expert oral technique, soon has my cock stirring and my glans slipping into her tight throat. Satisfied that I'm hard enough, she lifts her head to ask, "How do we stop making a mess?" "Well Mara and I did it on the toilet." I answer. "Then what are we waiting for let's go." she says, scrambling from the bed and dragging me by the cock after her. In the toilet I take my place on the throne and Sherry kneels before me to give my cock one last lick before rising and turning to impale herself on my standing shaft. She plays with her tits, while I fondle her clit as I pulse my warm pee into her quivering bowels. As I run out of piss I drive three fingers into her cunt and pinch hard on her clit. She rewards me by, cumming forcefully, the muscles of her cunt and arse squeezing hard on my fingers and cock. As her climax subsides she cuts looses with a flood of scalding pee into my cupped hand. Without stimulation I am unable to maintain my hardon, and I push Sherry forwards as I spread my legs. A second later my cock slips free and her bowels empty with an obscene, wet, farting sound into the bowl beneath us. With weak knees she stands and wipes her arse, as I get up and press the button. "Three showers in one night, that's got to be a new record." I joke as I support her into the bathroom and leave her leaning on the vanity unit as I adjust the shower to be as hot as I can stand. We are both so exhausted, that all we do is stand under the water and let it rinse the sweat from our bodies as the heat revives us. A few minutes later, somewhat recovered I pick up the soap and washcloth and wipe down Sherry's body, then stand while she returns the favour. Out from under the hot water we towel ourselves dry and go into kitchen where the relatively cool air finishes reviving us. Sherry puts the kettle on and we sit naked at the table while we wait for it to boil. "O.K. why isn't telling Chloe's mother an option with her problem? You said you'd tell me later." "Well, where to start? Did you know Chloe's father was dead?" Sherry asks me. "Well I knew he wasn't around, but nothing else." I say, "What's that got to do with it?" "Everything," Sherry says, "Pauline, that's Chloe's mother, got pregnant with Ken, her brother, just before she turned sixteen, and her family and Jerry's (that's Chloe's and Ken's father) forced them to marry only a week after her birthday, not a very good beginning, but all in all their marriage was O.K., they were civil to each other even if there was little love between them. "Unfortunately less than a month after Chloe was conceived Jerry was killed in a road accident. The other driver was a big name in tourism and drunk. Rather than be dragged through the courts, he paid up without a whimper, actually setting up a trust fund for Ken that paid a very generous income to Pauline until Ken turned eighteen, at which point the fund was turned over to him. When he learned of Pauline's pregnancy, god knows how, he added to the fund and Pauline got another twelve years of support. Probably the only reason she didn't terminate her pregnancy. "With her future assured, Pauline decided to catch up on the life she had missed due to her early marriage. Ken was old enough to look after himself, so she more or less just left him to his own devices and started partying. Even when she found out she was pregnant, she kept it up, right up to the sixth month, though I will say this for her. Pauline was reasonably responsible and didn't drink during her pregnancy." The kettle boils at this point and Sherry gets up to make drinks for us. When she returns to the table she hands me my tea, and sits down, turning her own cup in her hands, as she looks at me through the rising steam and continues her tale. "Pauline resented her confinement during the last trimester, as she had become accustomed to her new lifestyle and two weeks after Chloe's birth, Pauline left the kids with a babysitter and was back, out on the town. Six months later, when he turned twelve, Ken became the babysitter and has been mother, father, big brother and apparently lover, to Chloe ever since. "He was the one who would drop her off at creche on his way to school and pick her up on the way home. Two years ago when she started school it was the same story and he added making sure she had everything she needed for school and cutting her lunch to his duties. And since he got his licence he also does all of the shopping and pretty much everything else. "Pauline makes sure that they have plenty of money, all their material needs seen to, cooks their tea and pays for a housekeeper to come in three times a week, but beyond that has almost nothing to do with her own children." Sherry concludes her sad tale. "So you see that telling Pauline would be the worst thing to do. At best she would feel incredibly guilty for neglecting her children, kick Ken out and try to take over the raising of a daughter who hates her guts for driving out the only person who loved her. And more likely, as she is so self centred, she would just turn the whole problem over to the authorities as her available income would increase. Ken would be placed in a youth training center, and Chloe would be shunted from one foster home to another for the next ten years or so." "Wouldn't she just leave things go on as they have been?" I ask, "After all that's the easiest course of action. Do nothing and hope the problem goes away." "That's highly unlikely." Sherry answers, "Pauline is, in her own way, a devout Catholic. I think she uses it as a salve for her guilt about leaving her children to fend for themselves. At the moment she can party all week and be forgiven on Sunday, but if she found out about her children's sexual involvement, she would feel forced to take some action on it. "No I think you did the right thing in convincing her to trust me. I'm familiar with their home situation and I'm now, thanks to you, sympathetic to their incestuous relationship. Tomorrow, uh today, when Ken comes to pick her up, we'll all sit down with him, and talk it through. As for now, it's after three o'clock and we should be getting some sleep." Sherry takes my mug and rinses it and hers in the sink and heads for her room. I go with her to recover my pants, but when I turn to leave she shoves me onto the bed and invites me to sleep with her. "What about Chloe?" I protest. "What about her." Sherry replies, "I think we'll have to reveal everything if we are to convince Ken to really trust us." "In that case," I say, as I crawl under the covers and hold them back, "come here, there's something I want to try. That is, if you can get enough lead into my pencil to do it." Sherry crawls in beside and giggles, "That sound's like a challenge, but I'm really too tired to fuck." "I don't want to fuck you." I reply, "Well actually I do, but I'm too tired as well. All I want to do, is try sleeping with my cock inside you." "Well, in that case, come here." she giggles as she dives under the sheets to engulf my cock with her warm, wet mouth. "The hour or so since my last cum, has rested me enough that Sherry's expert lips and tongue have no difficulty in getting my cock to stand up and salute her. Once I am hard, she releases me and emerges from under the covers. She lies on her side with her back towards me and I cuddle up to her, cupping her breast as she guides my spit slick, pecker into her tight love canal and gives me a little squeeze with her internal muscles as she whispers, "Good night" to me. "G'night." I mumble back and before my erection can even begin to wilt I'm asleep. *** Early the next morning, I'm woken by giggles from the doorway and I'm pleased to notice that my morning hardon is still ensconced in Sherry's, now dry, vagina. I crack one eye and look over Sherry's shoulder to where the girls are peeking through the open door. "Do you think they did it?" Chloe half whispers to Mara. "Of course silly, look his pants are on the floor." Mara replies in the same low tones. "So are your mother's and look they're wet, it looks like she peed in them." Chloe giggles. "No it's not, I bet it's just pussy juice. I dare you to go and see." "I can't," Chloe protests, "what if they wake up?" "Chicken," Mara taunts in reply, "I double dare you." Chloe reddens at this insult and creeps across the floor and disappears below my line of sight, presumably to examine Sherry's knickers. "Eeeew yuck!" her voice rises from beside the bed, "They're slimy like a fish. I dare YOU to come and touch them." Mara is moving before Chloe finishes speaking and she too, disappears from sight. "Wow! They're soaking, Mummy must have really been horny." I carefully raise myself onto my elbow and look down on where their head are bent over Sherry's pile of discarded clothing. A few seconds later Chloe raises her head and sees me looking at her. She squeaks in a mixture of fear and surprise as she falls backwards to land on her bottom. Mara looks up when she hears her friend's outcry and she too squeaks but manages to retain her balance. Like rabbits caught by a spotlight they freeze, their eyes locked on mine. Sherry breaks the impasse by muttering, "Will you two either get on the bed so we can fuck you; or go away so we can get back to sleep." As soon as Sherry begins to speak Mara scuttles for the door, leaving her friend to face the music alone. She stops as she hears what her mother is saying and with a delighted shout, rushes the bed and rips the covers off. Chloe's eyes nearly pop from her head as she sees my cock half buried in Sherry's pussy. Sherry laughs at Chloe's stunned expression and pulls herself off my cock as she rises to a sitting position. Mara immediately jumps onto the bed and climbs into her mother's lap. I sit up facing them and motion Chloe to join me. Silently she clambers onto the bed and into my lap, her eyes never, for a moment, leaving Mara and Sherry. Sherry laughs again and says, "I think we better explain to Chloe before her eyeballs dry out." Chloe shakes her head and presumably blinks, as Mara and I laugh at Sherry's joke and a few seconds later she uncertainly joins in. "It's all right Chloe." Sherry reassures her, "Geoff told me about you and Ken last night and I want to help you. We're all going to help you keep your secret, because you see I have the same secret myself, I like to have sex with Mara too. We're just going to make sure that Ken understands that sometimes you don't feel like making love with him and he shouldn't force you." Chloe looks disbelievingly at Mara, who says her piece, "It's true, I came into the house two days ago and found them fucking on Geoff's bed. I said I wanted to see them doing it and they let me play with them." She then throws me an accusing look, "I never did see them fucking properly though." her expression brightens, as she continues, "But it doesn't really matter now, I've seen you and Geoff and he's fucked my bum too." Suddenly she clams up, afraid she has said to much. "It's O.K.," her mother reassures her, "I know about that and everything that happened last night. And I know what happened in the back of the truck and down on the beach too." "Everything?" Mara is a little incredulous, "Even him peeing in my bottom?" "That too, was it fun?" "Oh yes, it made me have a really good orgasm, but it was kind of messy afterwards, like when you use the hot water bottle when I can't poo." "I know, he did it to me too and I had a good cum too." Sherry grins down at her daughter, "Why don't you keep telling Chloe about what happened that day, she'll understand better if you say it." I cuddle Chloe in my lap as she silently follows the conversation, still to stunned to say anything herself. Mara continues, "Well mummy told me how to suck Geoff's cock and then I played with her pussy and then fucked her with my whole arm until she had so many orgasms she fell asleep. After that I sucked on Geoff's cock for a long time, Mummy kept on stopping him from squirting until there was so much sperm it came out my nose and he fell asleep. Then they licked all over me and they wouldn't let me cum, like we did to you last night, until when they did it was so good that I fell asleep. "When I woke up, mummy tried to make Geoff fuck me but he wouldn't, because I want my Daddy to do it first. And now they're going to help me get Daddy to fuck me." she finishes. "I still don't know we're going to manage that miracle, he's so protective of his little girl." Sherry laments. "I don't know," I say, "It might be easier than you think. When he came in to tell me to take good care of you and kiss Mara goodbye, she jumped into his arms and his finger slipped between her pussy lips. He didn't take it out and he started to get hard as Mara wriggled on it." "Really and truly! Daddy got stiff for me?" she squeaks, "Goody. He's got such a big penis, much longer than Geoff's" she informs Chloe. For the first time since I surprised her this morning, Chloe shows some sign of animation. "Really? It must be huge, I want to fuck him too." "It is, but he's my daddy so I get him first, then you can fuck him." Sherry looks on smiling as two seven year old little girls decide how they are going to share her husband. "Don't you think you should ask me first?" she says, "After all he is my husband. Now why don't we go and get some breakfast and then I'll see what I can find in my 'Felix' bag here." She dislodges Mara and reaches under the bed to pulls out a black Gladstone bag. Mara tries to open the bag and see what's inside, but Sherry restrains her with a laugh, "After breakfast." and shoos her daughter off the bed. I lift Chloe to the floor and we all head for the kitchen. When Mara sees that Sherry and I are not putting any clothes on she discards her T-shirt with a whoop of delight and prances naked up to the table. Chloe looks a little scared, but when I say she can keep hers on if she wants to, she takes a deep breath and discards hers too. Sherry gives the girls half a cup of sultanas each to munch on while she and I perform our morning ablutions. We return to find Chloe half reclining, supported by her arms, on the table in front of Mara, who is poking sultanas into her friend's vagina then sucking them out. "Mara Lauren Hardy!" Sherry says, mock sternly, "How many times have I told you not to play with your food?" Both girls jump at the sound of Sherry's voice, Chloe looking a little scared as they turn towards us, but they quickly relax when they see our grins. "But they taste better this way." Mara grins back at her mother, "You want some?" "You betcha!" Sherry replies, "Get up on the table and feed me." I move to take Mara's seat, which is warm from her hot, little bottom and a trifle damp and Mara climbs up on the table beside her friend. I reach for the cup and grab a handful of sultanas and poke three just inside, the entrance to Chloe's vagina. Once inserted I ignore them, concentrating on the fleshy protuberance, of similar size, at the top of her mound. Almost immediately Chloe's bottom leaves the table and she presses her cunny firmly against my lips. Beside me Sherry has pushed her sultanas in too far and out of the corner of my eye I she her digging around inside her daughter's squirming body with a finger, trying to recover them. As she find's each one she counts it off and bites it in half, feeding the piece in her hand to Mara. This looks like fun, so I do it myself, pushing a finger inside Chloe and driving the sultanas deeper. With my tongue flickering over her clit, I move my finger around inside her slick passage, ostensibly probing for the lost fruit. As I do so, I notice her breath catch as my knuckle rubs against the upper/front surface of her vagina and I remember the reaction I had gotten from Katy and Lena, when I massaged the same spot. Giving up all pretence of searching for the sultanas, I turn my hand over and insert a second finger beside the first. I making a beckoning motion inside her tight sheath, pressing firmly upwards with my fingertips. Almost immediately Chloe's breathing speeds up and becomes rapid as she quickly approaches orgasm. And when I return my lips to her clit and suck hard, the double assault becomes too much, every muscle in her body tenses and her mouth opens in a silent scream. Her head bounces on the surface of the table as her hands go from beneath her, but she does not even notice as I continue to suck on her clit and massage her vaginal wall. For more than half a minute she continues to cum, not stopping until I still my fingers and release her rock hard clit, as I feel the clenching of her abdominal muscles weaken. I leave my fingers inside her, but keep them still, as I look up and watch her features relax and her body go limp. I can see her chest visibly moving with the strength of her rapid heart beat. Her eyes are open but she does not move as her breathing and pulse returns to normal. Beside us Mara and Sherry have stilled their own activity, as they look on Mara in awe, and Sherry with a knowing grin. Finally, Chloe moves and struggles to a sitting position, She rubs the back of her head and says "Ow!" Chloe's comment breaks the stasis, and Mara speaks, "Wow! That was awesome. What did he do?" "I think I can guess." says Sherry, "What did it feel like, Chloe?" "At first it felt like I had to pee really bad then everything just went white and I couldn't feel anything except what was happening down there." she says as she waves vaguely at her groin. "I didn't even feel my head hit the table." "I thought so." Sherry says, explaining, "There's a place inside your vagina that can make you cum really hard when it's rubbed, it's called the G-spot. A G-spot orgasm feels really good, but it makes you cum so hard that you are very tired afterwards." "And hungry too." Chloe interjects. Sherry laughs, "Yes, and hungry. I better get breakfast started." "What about me?", Mara plaintively asks her mother's retreating back, "I want my G-spot rubbed too." "After breakfast. Chloe needs to eat." Sherry tells her daughter firmly as she measures out the oatmeal. "Oh I almost forgot." I say and Chloe giggles as I recover the sultanas from Chloe's creamy snatch, handing one each to the girls as I consume the third delicious morsel. Chloe slides from the table into my lap, trapping my rock had penis underneath herself, so that it lies between her still swollen labia, like a hotdog in a bun. She rocks her hips back and forth a few times then lifts herself until my knob rests against the entrance to her vagina, then lowers herself downwards, my cock sliding easily into her body, barely pausing as my glans hits then penetrates her cervix. "That feels much better than just sitting on it." she says. "Oh wow!" Mara says, as Chloe's bottom touches my lap. "Mummy, Chloe's fucking Geoff." "That's nice dear." Sherry says and I hear a rattling as she gets the bowls from the cupboard. Chloe sits unmoving in my lap and we just enjoy the feeling of being mated as we wait for Sherry to bring our breakfast. A couple of minutes later Sherry deposits a huge bowl of porridge in the pool of pussy juice in front of us, two spoons sticking out of it and sets regular sized bowls before Mara's and her seats. I spoon large quantities of sugar into our bowl, along with a big lump of butter and some milk. Chloe attacks the bowl as if she hasn't eaten for days and I almost have to fight her for my own portion. Mara and Sherry are only halfway through their's as Chloe and I duel over the last morsel of porridge in the bowl. I let her have it and she giggles and hunches her shoulders as I lick up the bits that I have spilled near her neck. My cock twitches as the vibrations of her giggle are transmitted to it. She giggles again and moves her hips in a small circle as she tells me, "I felt that." I tighten the muscles of my groin, drawing more laughs and hip wriggles from her. "You're going to laugh me off if you're not careful." I tell her and Sherry snorts at my wordplay. Mara laughs also, but it is at her mother's expense as Sherry quickly rises to grab a paper towel and blow the oatmeal from her nose. Sherry's misfortune is too much for us and Chloe slips from my lap and slides halfway under the table as we both join in Mara's mirth. As a rueful Sherry return to the table with a cloth, I haul Chloe back into my lap. She twists in my grasp and turns to sit facing me, rising only long enough to reach between us and hold my cock steady, as she quickly re- impales herself. Two minutes later Sherry and Mara have finished and the cloth slaps wetly before us. "You two can clear the table while Mara and I get the dishes." Sherry informs us, "After all most of what's on the table is your's." she indicates the puddle under our plate. I hold Chloe's tiny body to me, with one hand on her bottom, as I stand and stack the plates then carry them to the sink. As I move about the kitchen, putting things away, my cock slides in and out half an inch or so, eliciting delighted squeaks and wriggles from Chloe. She squeals in outrage and thumps my shoulder, as I put the butter and milk in the fridge and press her bottom against the cold metal of the shelving, but is mollified as I lay her on the table and treat her to full length thrusts as I wipe down the table around her body. That done, I lift her up and finish the table then take the cloth over to where an impatient Mara is bouncing from one foot the other as she speaks to her mother. "Hurry up Mummy, they're starting without us." Sherry drops the last spoon in the drainer, pulls the plug and turns from the sink, teasing her daughter by saying, "We're all finished, it's you that's keeping us waiting. We'll meet you in the bedroom when you've put that lot away." It's a miracle that, in all the crashing and banging behind us, nothing gets broken and I barely have time to fall backwards on the bed with Chloe before Mara bounces into the room. "What's in the bag Mummy?" she asks as she skids to a halt beside the bed. Sherry laughs, and pulls the bag into her lap, opening it and peering inside. She playfully pushes Mara back when she tries to see for herself. Reaching inside Sherry hums the theme song from 'Felix the cat' as she rummages around, prolonging Mara's agony. "Let's see?" she finally says, "Do you think you can do anything with this?" and displays a huge rubber cock, complete with balls, it is nearly a foot and a half long and as thick as my wrist. Mara's and Chloe's eyes bug from their head, but Mara doesn't hesitate as she grabs the monstrous phallus and tucks the moulded testicles between her legs, holding the length of the shaft against her belly. "Hmmm," Sherry muses, as Mara rests her chin on the bulbous knob on the end, "that might just be a little big." She reaches back into the bag and pulls out a more modest device, about the same size as Carl's member and a relatively tiny five inch model. "Maybe these are more your size." Mara looks them over, but dismisses them for the moment. "I want to fuck you with this Mummy." she says, tilting the dildo forwards and lewdly thrusting her hips back and forth. Chloe and I giggle at Sherry's dumbfounded expression, her jaw working silently up and down. Finally her jaw snaps shut and she pull as tube of lubricant and a bundle of straps from the bag. "In that case we'll need these, but I don't know how we're going to make this fit" she says, holding up the harness. "Let me see?" I say, taking leather harness from Sherry's hands. I look it over for a while then pick up the larger of the two vibrators that Mara has dismissed and hand it to Chloe, "Do you want to play with this for a minute?" I ask, "I think I know how to make this work." Chloe pulls free of my cock and promptly tries to fill her cavity with her new toy. We all watch her struggle to get the hard shaft inside herself. After a few moments Sherry stops her and takes the hard plastic phallus from her. Sherry smears it with jelly and squirts a good dollop into Chloe's hungry snatch. "Now try it." she says and hands the vibrator back to Chloe. While still a struggle, she manages to work the first four inches or so, into her vagina before the end stops against her cervix, her little pussy lips obscenely stretched around the intruding device. I start to turn away but Chloe is not finished and with a determined expression she places both hands over the butt of the phallus and pulls up hard. Her cervix already dilated by my cock is no match for such a determined assault and gives way grudgingly as Chloe slowly pushed the intruder home, stopping only when less than an inch remains outside her body. Beads of sweat stand out on her forehead and she lets her breath go with a whoosh, as we all look on in amazement. A loud thump causes Sherry and I to turn towards Mara, who is standing slack jawed, the dildo, by some freak of chance, standing between her feet. I reach down from the bed to grab it before it falls over, startling Mara as I deliberately prod her pussy with the tip as I lift it. I mate the dildo with the harness, and get down from the bed to try to fit it to Mara. I leave the crotch strap hanging for the moment and thread the waist strap through its buckle and pull it snug on her hips, punching the pin through the soft leather. The picture she makes as she stands there is obscenely grotesque, the huge fake cock hanging at a forty five degree angle from her hips. I then reach through from behind and pull up the crotch strap and tie it on in back. Chloe continues to slowly pump the quiescent vibrator in and out of her body as she looks on, giggling when Mara waggles her hips in her direction and the tip of the dildo swings in a fifteen inch arc. Sherry just licks her lips hungrily. Unfortunately things are not sufficiently secure and the straps begin to slip from Mara's narrow hips. Time for plan two. I take the harness from her body and remove the dildo, then rummage through the bag until I find what I just knew would be there, a long length of soft cord. Raising my eyebrows to a blushing Sherry, I pull Mara to me and tie a loop of the cord around her waist, leaving the long end dangling in front. Holding the dildo in front of Mara I wrap several loops of the cords in a spiral around the obscene shaft and pull it up between her legs until the moulded balls press against her buttocks, then tie of the rope in the small of her back. Mara tries to climb up on the bed, but she is unused to the nearly ten inches of fake cock that protrudes in front of her and she gets caught up on the edge of the mattress. Eventually though she makes it, blushing as we all laugh at her awkwardness. When she would jump on her mother and start fucking I restrain her, while I grab the lube and squeeze some out over the inverted knob. Her tiny hands make her grotesque member look even larger than it actually is, as she uses both hands to spread the lubricant over her gigantic phallus. Chloe's hands stop moving as she and I look on as Mara starts to mount her mother, however the angle her fake cock is held at prevents penetration. Seeing this I hold an over eager Mara back while Sherry turns over and presents in the doggy position. As soon as I let Mara go she moves up behind her mother and positions the knob of her rubber cock at the entrance of Sherry's vagina. One second later, Sherry's head is thrown back and she bellows in a mixture of pleasure and pain, as Mara forces ten inches of three inch thick rubber into her unstretched twat. Fortunately the lube on the dildo and the enormous quantity of natural lubricants she had produced as she watched me fit the dildo to her daughter, ease the way and no real damage is done. While Mara holds still for a moment Sherry reaches over between Chloe's leg and twists the base of the vibrator protruding from her cunt. Chloe's reaction is immediate and extreme, the buzzing against the tightly stretched tissues of her young vagina trigger an immediate climax and her body flops like a fish all over the bed until the pulsating muscles of her vagina and womb force the plastic intruder from her body. Sherry picks up the buzzing tool as it falls to the mattress an applies it to her own clit as Mara begins to pump away at her mother's twat. The length of Mara's fake cock is so great relative to her size that Sherry has to help her, pulling forwards as Mara pulls back then backing onto her daughter's driving hips. Mara's level of excitement parallels her mother's as the shaft of the rubber cock presses on her clitoris, stimulating it with each thrust an withdrawal of her hips. "Fuck me Mara, fuck me hard." Sherry cries out to her daughter, who needs no encouragement, "Pound that big horse cock of yours into your nasty slut of a mother." I lay back on the bed and look on, slowly fisting my drooling rock hard cock as Sherry throws her head from side to side, yelling out her obscene encouragement as she is fucked by her daughter. A moment later my view is blocked as Chloe straddles my hips and impales herself on my rampant cock. As she bounces up and down on top of me something cool rolls against my side, I pick it up to look and see that it is the small vibrator. I grin up at Chloe as I turn it on and lay the buzzing shaft along the groove of her vulva against her protruding clit. Her, already rapid, movements on my cock become frenzied and I am hard pressed to maintain contact as the overload of sensation swiftly drives her towards another climax. "Fuck your slut bitch mummy like the she dog she is." Sherry screams as Mara squeals in pleasure as she cums. Only seconds later Sherry's words become incoherent as she cries out, her own climax ripping through her body. As Sherry's orgasm subsides, Chloe's begins and she drops onto my lap, her head thrown back as she emits short, sharp yelps of pleasure in time with the rippling contractions of her pussy. I concentrate on keeping the tip of the vibrator against her pulsating clit, prolonging her cum until she weakly pushes my hand away and collapses forwards onto my chest. I turn off the vibrator and lift it to my lips, sucking it clean of her delicious juices and replacing them with a slick coating of saliva as I look on at Mara and Sherry. Sherry has pulled free and turned Mara onto her back, the thick rubber phallus obscenely pointing at the ceiling. Sherry straddles her daughter and with some difficulty impales herself on her daughter's grotesquely jutting member. As she begins to pump up and down, Chloe reminds me of her presence by trying to rise to a sitting position. With wicked thoughts in my mind I restrain her and fit the tip of the vibrator between her buttocks, against her tiny, pink anus. As she feels the cold plastic touch her she tenses momentarily, then relaxes on my chest as I carefully work it into her tight, little rectum. I can feel the hard shaft pressing along the underside of my cock as I push it home. When I can't insert the small vibrator any further without letting go I start rocking my hips, fucking my cock into her hot, tight cunt. Within a few strokes Chloe is helping me by rocking forwards on her knees in time with my strokes. She gasps as I begin to pump the vibrator in counterpoint to my thrusts and looses the rhythm for a few seconds. Within minutes my balls lift, pulling up tight against the base of my shaft and I grit my teeth to hold back my cum as I turn on the vibrator and drive it home. Keeping it in place with my fingertips I grasp Chloe's hips and pump her up and down on my cock, masturbating with her body as the hum of the device buried in her bowels jolts through us both like an electric shock. Within seconds I am cumming, sending jet after jet of scalding semen into Chloe's tiny pre-teen body as I continue to lift her up and down. The first pulse of sperm against the rear wall of her womb is all it takes to send her screaming over the edge, her howling climax continuing long after I have pumped myself dry. Finally knocking my hands aside and squeezing the buzzing shaft from her arsehole to fall between my quivering thighs. Chloe pulls herself from my deflating cock and turns, straddling my ribs as she leans forwards to engulfs my cock, cleaning every morsel of our combined spend from my sensitive knob and shaft. Meanwhile I content myself with catching the juices drooling from her gaping vagina and transferring them to my mouth, savouring the exquisite flavour as I look on to where Sherry is working on her next climax. Her hips flash up and down in a frenzied rhythm, her snatch squelching obscenely as rivulets of clear fluid flow down the fake cock and drip onto the bedspread below. Beneath her Mara is almost totally out of it, her head lolling towards me, a string of saliva drooling from the corner of her mouth. Chloe's cunt is only a few inches away, just out of reach of my hungry tongue. By now she has finished cleaning my cock and is gently nursing on it like a baby, so I drag her free, silencing her protests by pulling her drooling snatch to my lips and sucking the mixture of our climactic juices into my mouth. Searching out any stray droplets with my tongue. I cut my cleansing operation short as I hear Sherry's screams announce her climax, then feel the bed shake as she starts to pump up and down again. In her frenzied, trance like state she has forgotten her daughter and is concentrating solely on her own pleasure. I lift Chloe off me and rise to push Sherry over sideways, her cunt releasing the giant rubber cock with a slurp. Ignoring her cries for more I release the rope around Mara's waist and let the monstrous dildo fall between her legs. Already she is recovering and I turn to answer Sherry's pleas for release. Her back arches until only her heels and head touch the bed as I drive all four fingers and the thumb of one hand into the voracious maw between her legs, coming to a halt only when her body has engulfed my arm well past my wrist. Curling my fingers upwards I search for and find her G-spot, savagely stroking it as I press my lips to the top of her snatch and take her clit between my teeth. Seconds later her climax hits her like she was pole axed and she crashes back to the bed, her body flopping uncontrollably as the spasming muscles of her cunt crush my hand. Fifteen seconds later she goes limp as she looses consciousness and I am able to pull my numb hand free and shake some life back into it then raise it to my lips to taste her orgasm. Chloe drops between her thighs and presses her face into Sherry's snatch, eagerly lapping up the copious supply of cunt cream that drools from Sherry's raw vagina. When she regains her senses, Sherry struggles to her elbows as she tries to apologise to her daughter, but she is ignored, as Mara is too busy cleaning the monstrous phallus with her tongue to pay her mother any attention. Five minutes later Mara throws the now tasteless hunk of rubber aside and Sherry gently pushes Chloe's head away from her aching snatch, saying, "Why don't you three get your bathers on and go down the beach? While I clean up here and ring Ken. Oh, and Chloe, don't say anything to him about this," she waves her arm, indicating the bed and the sex toys scattered over it, "until I say so. O.K.?" The girls readily agree to this plan of action but insist that I carry them. With a naked little girl on each hip I stagger into Mara's room where, at their insistence, I help them into their bathers, making sure they fit snugly in all of the right places. I then pick them up again to carry them into my room, where I throw them on the bed and slip on a pair of shorts. I refuse to carry them down the steep stairs, but at the bottom they demand to be carried across the wide expanse of wet sand to where the tide is just about to turn. As soon as the water reaches my hips, I drop my burden, letting them slip with shrill squeals into the water, while I pretend to be exhausted. They both turn ferocious expressions on me, but can't keep it up very long, before first Chloe and then Mara get a fit of the giggles. I retreat as they advance on me, arms outstretched. Eventually I allow them to catch me and push me below the lapping waves. I rise with a roar, showering them with spray as they shriek in mock terror, separating and bouncing away from me. I choose Chloe as my prey and I have to pursue very slowly, as her shrieks become giggles that all but incapacitate her. Mara thinking she is safe, follows, bouncing around just out of my immediate reach. I prove her wrong, turning with a roar I catch her by the ankle as she turns to run and pull her wriggling, laughing, squealing body to me. All three stop when I cup my hand between her legs, then start again as I throw her like a spear, arms and legs flailing. Chloe immediately pounces on me, demanding the same. After that I become a human launch pad, tossing them about in every way imaginable, cannonballs, torpedoes and so on. Their favourite is the seaplane, where I take them by an arm and a leg and spin in a circle, lifting them up and down, skipping them off the surface of the water before finally releasing them. Some times they hit the water just right and skim across the surface, but more often they catch a wave and crash and burn, tumbling over the water, shrieking with delight. Just as I become too exhausted to continue, Sherry appears on the beach with a boy about seventeen years old. Chloe, immediately abandons me with a whoop of delight, hurrying through the water to meet her brother, who is wading out to meet her. Chloe jumps into his arms and starts to plaster is red face with wet salty kisses, as she chatters away. Mara too, leaves me, wading over to Ken and Chloe, as I slowly follow her. She looks up at him and asks, "Can you throw us?" she indicates me with a contemptuous wave, "He's no good, he's run out of puff." Sherry, laughingly scolds her daughter, "Mara! Where are your manners? Don't you think you should introduce them?" "Oh yeah," Mara say, "Ken this is Geoff, Geoff this is Ken. Now can you throw us?" Sherry shrugs and gives me a helpless look, as all three of us olders laugh, while Chloe and Mara look on as though we had lost our senses. When we calm down, I grab Mara and lift her to my shoulders, "Jousting anyone?" I ask. Sherry declines, saying, "I think I'll just get some exercise. Have fun." With this she dives into the water and starts stroking out to sea. Chloe looks at me blankly, but catches on as Ken lifts her to his shoulders and we wade out into deeper water. When the water laps at my nipples, we turn to face each other and the girls begin to grapple. They are so evenly matched that when Mara pulls a foot free, I wonder what she is doing, giving Chloe such an advantage. I'm not left to wonder long, as her toes dig into Ken's ribs, tickling him. Ken laughs and goes over backwards, Chloe maintains her grip as she falls with her brother, pulling Mara from my shoulders to land on top of them, her little cunny pressed to his face. There is a thrashing in the water as Ken struggles to extricate himself and he comes up well away from where Mara is whispering in Chloe's ear. Both girls separate giggling as Ken rises, red faced and sputtering, from the water. I ignore his discomfiture and secure Chloe, lifting her to my shoulders. Ken gingerly lifts Mara to his and we face off once more. I contemplate letting him have another face full of little girl, but his grip on Mara's knees is so insecure that Chloe pulls her free without any trouble at all. Mara rounds on him and scolds him for not holding on properly then turns, waiting for him to lift her back to his shoulders. As he lifts her she sticks her bottom out, pushing it into his face and he drops her into the water, as Chloe and I laugh at his crimson features. "Bite it, if she does that again." I suggest and Mara throws me a dirty look, as she allows herself be lifted without incident and the tourney continues. This time both girls loose their seats simultaneously and come up still grappling. When Ken and I wade in to separate them, both girls latch on to him and whisper in his ears, throwing ominous glances at me. 'Uh-oh!' I think and try to back away as all three turn on me. I'm too late as Ken dives below the surface, jerking my feet from under me as the girls pile on my shoulders and drive me under the water. I grab both girls, as they push me under, pulling them down with me. I pull the girls onto my hips while I get my feet planted on the sand and spring from the water, flopping over on my back with a splash. When I stand Mara starts yelling, "Seaplane, seaplane..." and Chloe takes up the chant. I sigh and head for shallower waters, saying, "Here, I think this is yours." as I toss Chloe at him. He makes the catch and throws her over his shoulder like as sack. When I reach water of appropriate depth, I wave Ken back while I demonstrate, winding up and releasing Mara, she hits the water perfectly, skipping twice like a stone before she slices below the surface and comes up with a whoop. Ken takes hold of his sister's ankle and wrist, and tries to copy me. The first time he doesn't wind up fast enough and her face ploughs into the water, dragging them to a halt and he struggles to keep his feet. Chloe splutters as she rises from the water and stands waiting for him to try again. His second attempt is more successful but she muffs the landing and tumbles over the surface. After that we take turns throwing the girls until Sherry, who has long since left the water and returned to the house, rings the bell for us to come up to lunch. Under the shower the girls and I strip off, Ken looking on surprised, then shrugging his shoulders he follows suit and the two of us go through the age old male custom of checking out each other's equipment while pretending not to. Mara, however, has no such compunction and points at my groin, saying brightly, "His is bigger than yours Ken." Poor Ken blushes beet red, as I scold, "Mara!" "But it is." she protests, bright eyed and innocent, as Chloe giggles helplessly. "And my hand is bigger than your butt. If you know what I mean." "Oh, all right!" her voice is pouting, but her eyes twinkle. We finish rinsing off and towel down, I stop Ken from putting his wet shorts back on, offering to lend him a pair of mine. Up at the house we dump our wet clothes on the line and the girls scurry off to Mara's room. As I take Ken into mine and hand him a pair of shorts. In the kitchen, we offer to help Sherry, but she says there is nothing to do, and to wait for the girls. A minute later they emerge, both are wearing hot pink lycra bike shorts, the tops of which have been folded under so that they expose two inches more midriff than was ever intended. On top Chloe is wearing a tiny yellow crop top while Mara has on one of those dresses that is made from a long tank top with a four inch ruffle sewn on the bottom. Two years ago it might have fitted her, now the bottom of the skirt is even with the top of her shorts and her crotch and bottom peek out from beneath it. It is obvious that neither girl is wearing any knickers as their little slits are fully defined under the tight stretch fabric of their pants. Both girls are the perfect kindersluts, and are a pedophiles wet dream. And they both know it, as they stand posing, with one leg cocked, in the doorway, grinning wickedly. Poor Ken doesn't know where to look and his chair scrapes on the floor as he pulls it further under the table, obviously hiding an erection. Sherry comes up to the table, and looks the girls up and down, "Very sexy." she comments, as she plunks down two large plates of sandwiches. "Now come and eat your lunch." she continues, as though seven year old street walkers are nothing new, and takes her place at the head of the table. They separate, Mara climbing into my lap and Chloe going around the table pester her brother until he lets her do the same. Her face lights up as she feels her brothers stiff cock pressing into her bottom and she wriggles on it, giving me a wicked grin across the table. I fight to hold back a grin as Ken makes sure that he keeps both hands in sight, whereas I know I have nothing to fear and drop my hand into Mara's lap, gently tracing her slit with my fingertip. Ten minutes later nothing remains on the plates but crumbs. Sherry looks at Ken and says, "I think its time we had a little talk Ken." "Uh, What about?" He looks a little worried, but more confused than anything else. He knows what a 'little talk' means but he has no idea what it is about. "Your overly familiar relationship with your sister." Sherry informs him with a direct look. "Uh, I don't know, what ....." he grinds to a halt under Sherry's steady gaze, "Uh, how did you find out? Please don't tell mum. I'll stop doing it. I never hurt her." he starts to babble. Sherry holds up her hand, "Hold it! Let's take that in reverse order. We know you never hurt her, or this conversation wouldn't be taking place. You don't have to stop doing it, unless Chloe wants you to and I'm not going to tell your mother. As for how I found out, I didn't, Geoff did and he told me about it last night." "Then how did you find out? Did Chloe tell you?" he asks me. "Not exactly." I reply, "I noticed a few things about Chloe that indicated she knew more about sex than she was letting on. Like she almost asked Mara if she was fucking when Mara told her she had busted her cherry. Actually Mara fell on a log and broke her hymen that way. Then a little later she commented on my penis just after she had told Mara she had never seen one before. Mara tried to quiz her on this but she wouldn't say anything. I had to tell Chloe what I thought was happening and get her to confirm my guesses. "It was like pulling teeth, but eventually I got most of the story and then I had to decide what to do. Chloe told me she liked what the two of you were doing, she didn't want to get you into trouble and she said her mother didn't care about her. So I convinced her that she should let me tell Sherry and get her help." "How come you want to help us instead of telling Mum or the cops?" he asks Sherry. "And why were you so sure Sherry would want to help?" he asks me. "Because I want Chloe to be happy, you know what would happen If I told your mother." "Yeah, a lot of screaming and yelling and then she would have called the cops. Uh shouldn't Mara be somewhere else while we talk about this?" "Why, when she and Geoff are doing the same sort of thing as you and Chloe." Sherry replies. "In fact," she makes a show of looking around the table at where I still have my hand in Mara's lap, then grins at him, "They're doing it right now." Poor Ken looks like he's been hit in the back of the head with a cricket bat, while Chloe takes this as a signal to grab his unresisting hand and place it inside her pants, releasing the waistband with a snap on his wrist. The sting of the elastic snaps him out of his stunned state and his arm makes an abortive twitch. "And you're O.K. with that?" he asks Sherry, his head snapping back and forth between her and Mara and I. "Of course." she says, "I thought I was getting them started. Though, actually, they beat me by about twelve hours." All Ken and say is, "Oh." "Sherry!" I scold, laughingly, "Enough of dropping bombshells on the poor bloke. Do you want to tell him straight?" "No." She grins at me, "You're so good at explanations, I think I'll let you do this one too." "O.K." I say, "But you get to tell Carl his daughter want's to fuck him. And you better have him cuffed to the bed when you tell him." "Oh, you saw those?" she asks referring to a pair of handcuff's I saw in her bag of tricks. "Yep." I grin at her, "Hey that's not a bad idea, tie him down and blindfold him, then let Mara climb aboard. Once she's skewered on his cock, he's not likely to refuse." Mara twists in my lap and pulls my head down for a deep soul kiss, her lively tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. When she breaks, she says, "Thank you." and moves my hand inside her pants as she turns back to face Ken and Chloe. "We'll do it!" Sherry exclaims, "Remind me to get film for the camera, that picture is going to be priceless. But Ken is still waiting for his explanation." "O.K." I begin, and explain how I started to accidentally feel Mara up in the truck and then the fun on the beach the next morning. "Then after breakfast, Mara manipulated Sherry into getting me to tell her the facts of life, although I had already told her the night before. I guess Mara figured that she was less likely to let something slip if Sherry knew that she knew about sex. I edit the story a little at this point, leaving out irrelevancies, "After that we sent Mara off to play next door, while Sherry took care of a little problem that she found in my lap." Sherry breaks in, "Carl and I have a fairly open marriage, and we both enjoy a little variety. In fact he had told me that morning to try and get Geoff involved with us, if the opportunity came up." This last little titbit is news to me, but I ignore it and take up the story again, "Anyway, Sherry and I were getting right into it, when Mara came back looking for her bathers and found us together and tried to blackmail us into letting her watch us. "Sherry got hot over the idea of Mara watching and maybe joining in, but she wasn't sure how I felt about Mara actually getting involved, so she sent Mara back next door to explain her absence. While Mara was gone she jacked me off and talked dirty to me about Mara joining in. My reaction told her all she needed to know and when Mara came back she taught her how to give me a blow job. Then I told Mara how to fist fuck her mother. After that Sherry wanted me to fuck Mara. "And that brings us to the real reason we are having this conversation. Mara didn't want me to fuck her, she wants Carl to be the first man in her pussy. At first Sherry didn't care and I had to make her understand that I wouldn't let Mara be coerced into having sex. "Chloe tells me that you sometimes press her for sex when she wants to do something else. We want to tell you that, from now on that won't do, If Chloe says 'No' then you'll have to wait until she is ready, and the same goes in reverse, but I don't think that will be a problem very often, If a bloke our age is offered a fuck he generally goes for it. "Now before you get too angry at us telling you what to do, I want you to think about this: Chloe is getting to the age where she want's a little independence, she's has lots of friends now and sometimes want's to do things of her own choosing. If you keep getting in the way of this and make her do what you want, she's going to start resenting it. She's going to blame you and then one day when you piss her off once too often she's going to say the wrong thing and then the shit's really going to hit the fan. A lot of people will get hurt and all because you had to get your end wet, 'now'. Chloe loves you a lot, but love is a two way street and if you keep on taking, without giving, love turns sour. Do you see what I'm getting at?" Ken's expression is serious as he digests what I have told him. Finally he nods and says, "I think so, I've got to stop acting like I own Chloe and let her do what she wants to do." He looks down at his sister, saying, "But that doesn't mean you get to stay up late, or stuff yourself with lollies before dinner." "Of course not." I say as Chloe giggles, "You still have to look after your little sister and stop her from doing things that will hurt her. Though sometimes a belly full of lollies and the belly ache that goes with it are a better lesson than all the words in the world. Just think about your actions a bit: Is it for her own good or for your own gratification? "Now why don't you tell us how you two got started? Chloe told me that you fucked her when she was five, but I think things have been going on longer than that. Right?" He thinks for a minute before replying, "I guess it all started the first time Mum left me baby sitting Chloe. I had to change her nappy because it was wet and I got curious. I'd seen other people change her, but I couldn't see very much just a little slit and a bit of pink inside. Well now we were alone and I could have a good look. I cleaned her up real good and then I held her pussy lips open while I looked inside, it looked funny to me, soft puffy lips that were pink inside, there was this little hole at the bottom and a tiny little bump at the top, at first I thought the hole was where she peed from but I soon found out different when a tiny hole that I hadn't seen opened up and she piddled in my face." He is forced to stop, as we all laugh and he grins ruefully before continuing, "After that I had to clean everything up again and while I was wiping her my finger slipped off the cloth and rubbed between her pussy lips, it felt so soft and nice and she seemed to like it so I rubbed her some more. Then my cock started to feel funny and it got stiff in my pants. I'd gotten stiff before but only when I played with it, so I took my pants of and rubbed my cock while I kept on rubbing her pussy. "Then I thought, 'she grabs my finger when I put it in her hand, I wonder if it would feel good if she held my cock.' So I put my cock in her hand and it did feel sort of good, but not as good as when I rubbed it. I was about to take her hand off it, when she did what all babies do, and put it in her mouth and sucked on the end. Now that did feel good, so I let her keep doing it. I just kept on feeling better and better and then I felt like I was about to pee, but before I could pull it out my cock started jerking and something squirted out of the end. I pulled back then and it happened again, but this time I could see this white stuff squirt out, a little bit went in her mouth but most of it sprayed all over her face. More and more of the white stuff kept spurting out and Chloe pulled my cock back into her mouth so I knew she liked it. "When it stopped she started to chew on my cock, like babies do, so I took it away from her. As soon as I pried her fingers off my cock she put her hand in her mouth and sucked off all the sperm that was on it. Suddenly I got scared and I quickly cleaned her up and put her in her cot. Then I made sure there was nothing that would let Mum find out what I had done. Not that it mattered, she was usually pretty plastered when she got home. "After that I thought about what had happened, I sort of knew, because some of the other boys at school talked about stuff squirting from their dicks, but it was the first time it happened to me. Then I went to bed and it happened again while I was asleep. "The next day, at school, I asked my teacher about it. I didn't tell her my sister sucked me, just that I had been rubbing myself and this gooey white stuff squirted out and that it happened again in my sleep. Well she was pretty embarrassed and told me I should ask my mother questions like that. But I kept on pestering her, telling her that Mum wouldn't tell me. Finally Miss Jenkins took me to the library and helped me choose a couple of books. You know, "Where Did I Come From?" and books like that? "I read the books that night and now that I knew what to look for I found other books in the public library that told me even more. For a few days I was real careful with Chloe, but then one night she was getting a new tooth and I couldn't get her to shut up, finally I took her nappy off and rubbed her slit, she started to get quiet straight away and then my cock got hard again and I just had to feel her sucking on it. "Well because of her new tooth she wanted to chew on it but I worked out how to hold it just behind the head so only the tip was between her lips and she couldn't get her teeth on it. I rubbed her slit and she sucked my cock for a minute or so until I came, that time I let it all go in her mouth and then she fell asleep straight away. So after that whenever she was cranky or she woke up at night I fingered her while she sucked me off. Mum didn't have much to do with us and the cot was in my room so that was easy." He then looks as though he said something he didn't want to. "Don't worry," I say, "I know about that. Sherry told me all about your mother, while I was telling her about Chloe and you last night and I understand perfectly." He looks relieved and continues, "From the books I knew that she would like it better if I made her pussy more slippery and played with what the books called her clitoris, so I started to use margarine on her pussy when I rubbed her and a couple of days later I did it right and she had her first orgasm. Then one day I found this tube of stuff in Mum's room, the label told me what it was for so after that I used it instead of the margarine, keeping a little bit in a jar for when Mum was home. "It didn't take Mum long to work out that I was taking some of her KY jelly, but she just thought I was using it to masturbate. She told me that if I wanted to use it to jerk off, then that was O.K. but she'd buy me my own, because she was sick of running out all the time. "Thing went on pretty good after that until Chloe started to walk and talk and I had to make her understand that we couldn't play around Mum, but it didn't cause too many problems because Mum was nearly always out and when She was home all Chloe wanted was her 'dink' or 'ickle' so Mum didn't suspect anything, usually she just told me to take Chloe away, so she wouldn't bother her. Still it was harder than teaching her not to bite. To do that I just kept on taking my cock away whenever she bit me and she soon learned that if she wanted to drink my sperm she could only suck. "One day when Chloe was about eighteen months old I was fingering her and my finger went inside her vagina, I knew about her hymen and when I felt it I stopped because I didn't want to hurt her. But she seemed to cum even better if I had my finger in her while I tickled her clitoris. A few days later she bucked her hips at the wrong time and I broke her cherry, she cried and told me to kiss it better. "Up until then I hadn't put my mouth any where near her pussy (afraid she'd pee in it I guess) but that day I felt I had to. So I bent over and kissed her little hole then licked up the blood and kept on kissing and licking her baby pussy and clit till she stopped crying and then had an orgasm. I liked the way she tasted so after that I'd usually finger fuck her pussy while she sucked me off and then I'd lick her until she came. "Then on her fifth birthday, after we'd come back from her party at McDonalds and Mum went out, Chloe told me she wanted a special birthday present from me, she wanted me to put my penis inside her instead of my fingers, by then I could get two fingers inside her pussy and I knew from looking at the other guys at school in the showers, that I wasn't very big so I tried. My cock slid straight into her until I ran into her cervix and there I was with three quarters of my cock stuck up inside her. I was fucking my five year old baby sister. I slid my cock in and out about three times and came so hard that I nearly fainted. I was so excited I didn't even go soft and I just kept on fucking her until I came again, and she came too. "A few weeks later, Chloe was on top of me and she sat down too hard, My cock went through her cervix and all of it was inside her. I came straight away without moving at all. She was pretty sore afterwards but there was no blood so I figured that no real damage was done and after that I always fucked her like that. "I guess that's about it." he concludes. "Oh god! That story has made me so horny I need two cocks. See?" Sherry says and lifts her skirt to show a pair of white knickers that are totally transparent with her juices, every bump and fold of her pussy lips visible to us and she is sitting in a pool of pussy juice that drips from the back of her seat, to the floor. "Do you want to fuck me with Geoff?" "What about these two? he indicates Chloe and Mara. "I don't care, they can watch us or join in or go out and play on the trampoline for all I care. But I need to be fucked hard and now." She replies. "No way!", Mara jumps up to stand in my lap. She nearly dislocates my wrist and the front of her pants are pulled down to expose the top of her slit and my fingers buried in her cunny. "See? I'm wet too and I need my pussy licked and fingered." From where I sit, I can see that she is saturated, a large dark stain covers almost the entire seat of her pants and I look down to see that the front of my shorts is even worse. I lean forwards the two inches needed for me to put my lips on her behind, and begin sucking her delicious juices from the fabric of her shorts. She does not let me do this for long before she puts her fingers in the waist band, of her pants and pulls them down, turning them inside out until they are about her knees. She then bends over and puts both hands on the table as she presses her cute little bottom back onto my lips. I hold her hips and draw back a little to look at her. The twin white globes of her bum cheeks show only the faintest marks of my spanking and below them her plump little pussy lips pout at me, shiny with her sweet secretions. Across the table Ken looks on in amazement as I slide my hand down Mara's legs and strip her pants down to her ankles and help her lift her feet free. Free of her pants, Mara steps up onto the table and holds her pussy lips apart with her fingers as she turns so that all of us get a good look at her sweet charms glistening with the juices of her arousal. She then walks over to Chloe and Ken, slapping his hand aside as he reaches to touch her. She holds out her hand to Chloe and pulls her up to stand in the middle of the table with her. Chloe too, has been leaking, her pants showing the same dark stains as Mara's had. Dropping to her knees, Mara kisses the bottom of Chloe's rib cage and works higher, pushing Chloe's crop top ahead of her. As Mara's lips reach her friend's tiny pink nipples, Chloe grabs the bottom of her crop top, pulls it off over her head and throws it at her gaping brother. Sherry moves around to my seat and sits in my lap, so that she can see better. Together we look on in appreciation as Mara's tiny tongue snakes from between her lips and draws wet circles around Chloe's non- existent breasts. Tasting her friend like a snake Mara traces the mid-line of Chloe's body, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth as she leaves little dots of moisture from the hollow of Chloe's throat to the top of her shorts, then back up to swirl about her navel, drawing and involuntary squirm and breathy giggle from her friend. As Mara's tongue descends once more, Sherry lifts her hips and fumbles beneath herself to open my zip and extract my raging hardon. I help her by slumping a little in the chair and she pulls the gusset of her knickers aside and impales herself in one smooth motion. Poor Ken does not know where to look, his eyes flicking back and forth between the girls on the table and Sherry and I. The girls, however, after a glance in our direction, continue on as if nothing has happened. Mara's lips and tongue traces the skin at the top of Chloe's shorts from hip to hip before she folds the tight fabric over half an inch and repeats her action. Back and forth Mara's tiny, pink tongue travels, as centimetre by centimetre she reveals more of Chloe's flawless white skin. Finally the top of Chloe's little slit comes into view, glistening with her little girl juices. Mara teases her gasping, quivering friend and us by skipping over it with her tongue. Only when Chloe's hairless, little mound is completely exposed, does Mara extend her tongue to it's fullest extent and drag it from the juncture of her friend's thighs to the top of her beautiful, preteen pussy. This single, magical stroke of Mara's tongue is all it takes to tip Chloe over the edge, sending her into paroxysms of delight. Only Mara's hands on her hips hold her upright as she spasms silently in orgasm. Seeing Chloe's climax is too much for Ken, he groans loudly and his whole body twitches as he sends jet after jet of his jism into his shorts. Ken's groans trigger Sherry's long delayed climax and she writhes, screaming with pleasure in my lap. The rippling contractions of her cunt, squeeze my hyper-sensitised rod with crushing force and I scream as my churning balls explode, sending pulse after pulse of white hot semen coursing through my aching prick, to pound with relentless force against Sherry's cervix. Without a single movement or touch all three of us cum in a chain reaction of earth shaking proportions. When finally we are able to perceive our surroundings once more, Chloe has sunk to her knees in front of Mara and they are sitting on each other's thigh, locked together in a passionate embrace, their lips hungrily fastened to each other. Without a word, Sherry rises from my lap, releasing a flood of pussy cream and semen into my lap. She stands to one side and motions to me and Ken and then the girls. Perceiving her meaning, we reach towards the middle of the table and gently slide our hands under the girls, carefully lifting them, still locked together and walk sideways to the end of the table. Cradling our precious burden, we follow Sherry into her bedroom and set the girls on the bed. Only now do Mara and Chloe separate, sitting back to look at us. Together they spy my cum drenched cock and balls hanging from the front of my shorts and with squeals of delight, they crawl towards me and wrench the snap at the top of my shorts open, to let them slide down my legs to the floor. They pull me up onto the bed and push me over onto may back, Chloe just beats Mara to the mark and draws my glistening cock into her mouth. Mara pulls back and pouts momentarily before remembering Ken. She abandons me to her friend's tender ministrations and crawls over to where he looks on, With a single swift motion she divests him of his shorts and waits impatiently while he climbs onto the bed, then patience exhausted she shoves him hard in the chest and reverses herself, straddling his chest and bending forwards to lick at the semen coating his prick and lower belly. Only seconds later Ken's finger rise, almost of their own accord, to gently feel Mara's plump little pussy. Suddenly my vision is blotted out, as Sherry lowers her gooey, dripping snatch onto my eagerly waiting mouth, nearly smothering me. I lift my hands and support her above my face as with great relish I extend my tongue and drag it back and forth, from her arsehole to her clit, lapping up the sweet product of our combined spendings. Then, having cleaned up all external traces of our coupling I separate her labia and drive my stiffened tongue into the furnace heat of Sherry's vaginal passage. Her silken sheath squeezes my probing tongue as she forces more of our mixed juices from her body, and into my hungry mouth. However, Sherry only allows this to go on for a minute or so before she pulls clear and says, "Stop girls." With visible reluctance they draw free of our hardening members, slowly sliding their lips up our shafts until they fall with wet slaps on out bellies. All four of us turn our heads to look questioningly at Sherry. "All of us except Mara, had an orgasm out there in the kitchen and I think she deserves one too." She says, "Don't you?" Mara grins, as we agree and falls backwards to lie spread-eagled on the bedspread, her puffy little slit glistening moistly between her thighs. To Sherry this won't do and pulls her daughter to a sitting position while she strips the little dress off, then flips her daughter over to lie on her stomach before assigning each of us a limb. Ken and Chloe are directed to take one of Mara's arms each while Sherry and I start at her cute little toes. For a moment Ken is unsure what is expected of him, but catches on quickly as we extend our tongues and proceed to kiss, suck and lick every square inch of Mara's tiny, squirming, seven year old body. Slowly we converge in the small of Mara's heaving back. Ken's eyes open in shock as I crowd Sherry out and separate her daughter's quivering buttocks to drive my stiffened tongue into her tiny, pink knot-hole. I am not allowed to savour this treat for long, before Sherry pushes me aside and replaces my tongue with her own. Moments later Chloe shoves in and licks the entire length of the valley separating Mara's little bum cheeks before forcing her tongue through her friends clenching anal sphincter. She then pulls back and we all watch as Ken steels himself for the unpleasant task ahead. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before taking a tentative swipe at Mara's crack with the very tip of his tongue, but his caution is to no avail, as he passes lightly over her arsehole Mara bucks her hips and forces his tongue flat against her anus. He pulls back with a surprised jerk, but quickly recovers and eyes open, he lowers his head to work with great gusto around and within Mara's trembling bottom. Suddenly we are all surprised as Mara squeals and her hips rise up an down in convulsive waves as she cums hard, forcing Ken into retreat before she pounds his nose to a pulp with her heaving tail bone. Before her spasm have fully subsided we flip her tiny, quivering body and descend once more to lave her extremities with our eager tongues. As Chloe's and Ken's tongues pause in their journey to circle Mara's tiny, pink nipples she once more rises towards orgasm. Then as first Chloe then her brother suck and gently nip on her engorged little nubbins she once more crashes over the edge, her back arching to press her chest harder against their lips. Again we give her scant time for recovery before we continue, Sherry and I skipping her pussy as we move to join Chloe and Ken on the roiling plain of Mara's heaving belly. Then one by one we lightly flick our tongues over the outside of the flushed mound that rises from the juncture of Mara's widespread legs. Over and over again we take turns teasing her, holding her hips unmoving as we drive her to fresh heights of rapture, until she begs incoherently for release. Finally, when it takes both Ken and Sherry to hold her still, I fasten my lips around the tiny pebble that is her clit and suck hard as I drive two fingers into her tight little fuck-hole. With that the dam bursts and my eyes water as she heaves her hips and drives her pubis forcefully into my nose. Both Sherry and Ken's hands are thrown clear by the force of Mara's orgasm and Chloe claps her hands over her ears as the air is rent by her friend's shrieks of pleasure. For nearly a minute her body quivers tensely, supported only on the crown of her head and her heels, as she cums continuously, until finally, unable to withstand the sensual overload, she collapses senseless to the bed. Sherry sees Ken's concerned look and reassures him, saying, "She's fine, just a little worn out." Moments later Mara confirms that reassurance, as she wakes and whispers, "Oh boy, that was a good one." She then extracts my fingers from her pussy and pulls them up to her lips, where her tiny tongue snakes out and licks them clean. Sherry now gives Ken and I an intense look of lust, eying our erect pricks with undisguised longing. "You guys wanna double plug me?" "Sure." I say, "Ken?" "I guess so," he replies uncertainly, "What do I do? Chloe's the only one I've ever done anything with." "Well one of us fucks her in the pussy and the other takes her arse." I explain. "I thought only homo's did that." "Homo's, guys who don't want to get their girlfriends pregnant or maybe the girl wants to save her pussy for someone special or until she gets married. Sometimes you just do it just for a little variety. Wanna give it a go?" He still looks uncertain and demurs, asking, "Can I just do it in her pussy this time?" Sherry breaks in impatiently, saying, "I don't give a fuck, who goes where, but if you don't hurry up I'll harness Mara up again." "O.K. O.K." I laugh. "Chloe, you want to get me all slicked up?" I ask waving my dick at her. With a giggle she pushes me over onto my back and sits astride me. She takes my cock in her hand and holds it so she can easily take it between her lips. Bobbing forwards she slides her lips down the entire length of my shaft, the glans sliding smoothly down her throat. "How did you do that?" Ken exclaims, "You've never been able to get all of my cock in your mouth before and I've got to admit, Mara's right, Geoff is bigger than me." Chloe pulls free with a slurp, "It's easy, I just let it slide down my throat." she informs her brother, cheerfully, "Mara taught me. Show him Mara." She then pops my prick back in her mouth and gobbles it to the root. Mara grins at Ken and pushes him over onto his back, then takes her position astride his chest. Leaning forwards she takes his cock between her lips and bobs up and down a few times, taking just over half of him into her mouth. I watch her throat work convulsively as she swallows and takes the last of Ken's stiff rod between her lips. Both girls vigorously work on our swollen pricks, Mara bringing both hands into play as she jacks Ken off into her mouth and totally freeing his member to wrap her fist around the head and squeeze the slippery knob, before taking it back into her mouth. Meanwhile Chloe concentrates on fucking her face on my rock hard shaft. Swirling her tongue around the tip at the top of each stroke. "Ahem," Sherry interrupts, "I think they're ready." Chloe looks sheepish as she releases my well slicked cock with a pop. Mara give Ken's dick one last defiant slurp before she, lets his cock fall with a wet slap to his belly. Chloe remains straddling my chest and holds my cock upright as Sherry positions herself over it and lowers herself until I press up against her tight, brown anus. With barely a pause she continues to descend, engulfing within the tight, hot, buttery confines of her bowels. Chloe scrambles free as Sherry leans back to lie on my chest and Ken moves into position between our thighs. Mara provides unnecessary help by holding his prick and guiding it between her mother's swollen pussy lips. As she withdraws her hand, Ken drives home with a squelch that testifies to Sherry's level of arousal and I can feel his cock slide along the underside of mine, through the thin wall of flesh separating us. As I push upwards on Sherry's hips to give me room to slide my cock outwards, I see a look of startlement flicker across Ken's face and I know that he can feel my hard shaft moving within Sherry's bowels. At first our movements are uncoordinated and Ken begins to withdraw before I can push back into Sherry and when I let her hips drop. he slips free and his cock skids up over her clit as he tries to thrust back home. Sherry reaches down and guides him back into her waiting snatch and we try again, soon he catches the rhythm and he pushes home as I withdraw then pulling back as I drive home. Though we now move together, I find lifting Sherry's hips and a portion of Ken's weight tiring, so I roll us over so that we are now lying on our sides with Sherry sandwiched between us. In this position we can now both move with equal ease, and my hands are free. I slide my left hand under her ribs and twist it upwards to play with Sherry's left tit, for the moment just gently rolling her engorged nipple between my fingertips. My left hand I slide down between her body and Ken's to twiddle with her swollen, rock hard clitoris. As the back of my hand passes across his belly, he falters a moment, a little unsure of the touch of another male in a sexual situation and when he resume stroking we are now moving in unison, both of us thrusting home into Sherry's tight passages together. Sherry grunts at the change of our rhythm and snakes her hand behind Ken's head, pulling his lips to hers in a deep passionate kiss. Under my hand on her tit I can feel Sherry's heartbeat speeding up as her arousal increases and I begin to increase the pressure of my fingers on her nipple and clit. As my fingertips bear down on her sensitive flesh her hips buck and once again Ken and I move in counterpoint. After that, every half dozen stroke or so I deliberately change the rhythm of our thrusts into Sherry's cunt and arse driving an involuntary grunt from her lips with every change. A minute later, Sherry's heart is thudding rapidly against my fingertips and her breath whistles raggedly from her nostrils, as she approaches her climax. In time with her pounding heart I begin to alternately squeeze my fingers on her nipple and her clit increasing the force of my pinches with each thud of her labouring heart. Only seconds later she screams into Ken's open mouth as the muscles of her abdomen go into rippling spasms around our pistoning cocks. I continue to pinch her sensitive nubbins for a few moments longer, then relax my fingers and return to gently rolling her taught flesh between my fingertips as her orgasm subsides. While I maintain a steady pace as I continue to thrust within the warm, tight, confines of Sherry's rectum, the speed and force of Ken's thrusts begins to increase as his own level of arousal rises and the rhythm of our strokes now changes continuously. Suddenly his hips pound forwards, with bruising force, against the back of my hand, his eyes opening wide in surprise and he jerks his head backwards, tearing his lips free of Sherry's. A moment later I know why, as small fingers separate my buttocks and a tiny tongue thrusts between them to circle then thrust into the tight ring of my anus. As Ken's hips move once more, there is an urgency to his short, jabbing thrusts, and I am forced to hold still, deep within Sherry's bowels or risk my cock slipping free of it's snug haven. Seconds later he utters a deep, powerful grunt and forces his hips hard against Sherry's, seeking to sink his swollen member as deep into Sherry's body as possible. I can actually feel his cock twitching in time with his grunts as he squirts pulse after pulse of his semen deep into Sherry's receptive quim. Long after the time he must have run dry, he continues to grunt and I still feel his shaft twitching with dry spasms. Finally he rolls aside and I look past Sherry to see Chloe engulf his softening shaft in her small mouth, and strip it clean of all traces of his sperm and Sherry's juices. At the same time, Mara's tongue leaves my arse and her nose presses against my fingers as she applies her lips and tongue to her mother's dripping snatch. Again I feel Sherry's climax approaching and remove my fingers from her clit to tease and pinch her right nipple. Under the influence of my fingers and Mara's hungry mouth, Sherry rapidly approaches orgasm, the flesh of her breasts perceptibly getting warmer under my fingertips. As I feel the first spasms around my intruding prick I bear down hard on her nipples and pull her small tits away from her body, wrenching great cries of pleasure from her writhing body. As she descends from the peak of her climax I push Mara's head away from her mother and roll Sherry over onto her belly. Now I have unrestricted access to her unresisting body and I can pound with full force into her slick anal passage. I pull back until the flare of my glans lies just inside her anal sphincter and pause for a few seconds before slamming my shaft home, my hips slapping with almost bruising force against her quivering buttocks. As I pull back again I feel Mara's hand slip under my balls and Sherry's head snaps back, as she drives her fist into her mother's well fucked vagina. Mara's knuckles rub along the underside of my cock as I thrust once more into her mother's bowels and I can feel her hand working away as I pause at the bottom of my stroke. With each stroke of my well oiled shaft inside her churning bowels, my urgency increases, then, without warning, Sherry goes rigid and I howl as the cum surges from my balls, searing it's way through my shaft to jet into Sherry's clenching arsehole. As the last of my spasms subside Sherry's body goes totally limp beneath me and she falls into a faint. I look about and see that Ken sits with Chloe between his legs as the watch us. "Quick Chloe," I say, "get me the bag." Hearing the urgency in my request she scrambles from the bed and passes up Sherry's back of tricks. I open it and see what I want. I hand my selection to Chloe along with the tube of lube and instruct her to grease it up. Sherry remains unconscious beneath me as I release the contents of my bladder into her bowels with a deep sigh of relief. As the last of my urine passes through my cock Sherry begins to stir. I take the well greased object from Chloe's hand and quickly exchange it for my softening cock. Sherry revives with a screech as I drive the butt plug home. "I felt that!" Mara cries, as she pulls her hand from her mother's cunt, "I could feel you peeing inside Mummy's bottom." "That's disgusting!" cries Ken. "No it's not." Mara objects, "Mummy likes it and so do I. It feels so good with all that pee squishing around inside you." "Ken." I say, "Did you think it was disgusting when we started to lick, Mara's arsehole?" "Yeah?" "But you did it anyway when it was your turn and you liked it didn't you?" "Yeah, but that's different." "Not really." I say, "I'll admit that some things can be a bit messy, that's why I checked in the bag to see what was there before I started, but just because they are messy, it doesn't mean that they can't be fun. "Now I think we'll leave you three, while Sherry and I go get cleaned up." Having said this, I help Sherry from the bed and we leave the room. We separate at the toilet door as I continue on to the bathroom, where I step under the shower to wash the sweat from my body. I'm still working up a lather on my cock and balls as Sherry enters the room and drops the butt plug in the sink before she steps under the shower with me. With a grin she pushes my hands aside and takes over rinsing the soap from my groin. She then turns and presents her backside for me to clean. When I reach for the taps, Sherry stops me with a grin, saying, "Wait here. I've got a wicked idea." She steps from the shower and I hear her opening the drawers of the vanity. A few seconds later she steps back into the shower with a pair of scissors, a razor and a can of foam. She kneels before me and looks up with a grin, I return the grin a trifle nervously as she begins to trim the hair from my crotch. With three big snips of the scissors most of my pubic hair is cut away and she drops the handful of wiry red hairs on the floor outside the shower. Then with rapid little snicker-snacks she quickly trims the remainder to within a couple of millimetres of my skin. Satisfied that she can cut no closer without drawing blood Sherry puts the scissors aside and rubs shaving foam into the stubble that remains. Then with swift practiced strokes of the razor, she leaves my crotch and balls totally devoid of hair. Trailing her fingers over the smooth skin of my groin she stands and hands me the scissors with a grin. Her neatly trimmed pussy leaves me with little to do. A few quick snips of the scissors and three strokes of the razor is all it takes to leave her looking like a twelve year old. Shutting off the water we step from the shower and towel each other dry. Sherry then picks up a bottle of some clear green gel and pours a little on her fingertips before handing it to me. She rubs the gel into her freshly shaven mound and motions for me to do the same. As I massage the gel into my skin it soothes the slight itch that I feel, leaving a cool refreshed sensation. With conspiratorial grins we wrap towels around our waists and head for the bedroom. Strangled groans from Ken and the girls soft giggles stop us before we enter. We look at each other for a moment then creep up to peek around the door frame. Our caution is wasted, as the girls have their backs to us and Ken's eyes are closed as he writhes upon the bed. Somehow or other the girls have managed to cuff both of his hands to the metal posts at each corner of the head of the bed and they sit either side of him. "Just keep your finger pressed hard on this spot here until he stops twitching." Mara is instructing Chloe, "And then you can suck him off all over again and he cums a lot more." We wait for Mara to finish speaking and take her hand away, before we enter the room. Both girls jump and Ken's eyes spring open as Sherry speaks, "I see you've been playing with our toys. Did you find anything else you liked?" "Not really, we can't work out what to do with most of them." Mara answers, "This is pretty cool though." She lifts up a double ended dildo nearly twenty inches long and over two inches in diameter. "Hmmm, I think you need to start with something a little smaller first." Sherry tells her daughter. "Let's see?" she muses as she looks through the bag and makes a selection. The first two items she lays out are the vibrators that we have already used, next comes a little box, finished with a fake Japanese motif. Then a plastic ring in a clear bag and finally a long, thin device three quarters of an inch in diameter. "I think we'll start with Ken." she says, as she removes the ring from it's bag. Her head dips for a few moments as she revives his flagging member with her skilled lips and tongue. She then slips the ring over his cock and pulls it tight. "Now he can't cum until someone releases this ring and lets him." she explains. "Goody!" squeals Chloe, "I think I'll leave it there for a long time I want a nice big drink of cum." She sits beside her brother idly toying with his balls and swollen, purple knobbed cock, as she watches Sherry continue. "Come here Mara. If you want to fuck your Daddy you will need to stretch that little cunt of your's or he'll never fit. Now you shouldn't have any trouble with this one," she hands Mara the smaller of the two vibrators, "but we'll start with it anyway." Mara takes the little shaft and lies on her back with her legs spread wide and fits it against her tiny opening, as Sherry said Mara has no trouble pushing it into her body. It comes to rest against her cervix with just under an inch remaining outside her body. "Oooh, that feels nice!" she coos as she pumps the little shaft in and out of her body. Sherry lets her little daughter play for a few moments before she reaches between her legs and turns the base of the vibrator. "Oh wow!" Mara yelps as a muffled buzz rises from between her thighs and her hands begin to move faster and faster. She utters short, sharp yips of excitement with each thrust of the plastic cylinder into her tiny body. Sherry lubes up the larger vibrator as she watches her little girl's frenzied hands pump the humming shaft in and out of her hairless, little pussy. As the tone of Mara's little yips becomes almost frantic Sherry turns on the tool in her hands and slides the buzzing tip over her daughter's belly into the top of her little slit, to rest against her baby's clit. It only remains in place for a moment before Mara's hips thrust upwards powerfully, almost knocking the humming device from her mother's hand. Her little yips turn into full throated cries of pleasure and her hands slip from the white cylinder piercing her swollen pussy lips. I place my fingers against the base of the vibrator and push it back into her body, as the squeezing actions of her pulsating vaginal muscles begin to force it from her body. As her cries die down I turn off the vibrator and pull it from her as she relaxes, slipping it between my lips to consume her delightful emissions. Sherry then squirts a generous quantity of lube into her daughter's small vagina, and passes her the slick tool in her hand. "Now, while your muscles are relaxed, see if you can get this in." Mara wraps both her hands around the base of the massive tool, her tiny fists making it look even larger. When she places it against her tiny pussy the large head covers her labia and drags them with it as she pushes it inwards. "Here, let me help." I say and place my fingers on the soft skin of her pussy lips, I gently draw them apart, exposing the glistening pink skin inside and her tiny hole. I wonder if that huge shaft can possibly fin inside such a small opening. Once more she fits the bulbous head of the vibrator against herself and pulls her hands towards her body. The skin of her crotch dimples inwards under the pressure but refuses to give way. "Here," she holds the vibrator out to me, "You try." "O.K. but let me try something else first." I say as I take the fake phallus from her hands. "Pull your knees up until your heels are touching your bum then let your legs fall open." I instruct her. She does as I say, and she is flexible enough that her thighs form a straight line. "Now lift your bum." I say and push a pillow under her raised butt. I then hold out my free hand to Sherry, "Wanna grease me up?" She squeezes a dollop of lube onto my fingers and smooths it over them. I then place my middle two fingers against her tiny opening and easily push them inside. She winces a little and bites her lip as a moment later I add a third finger and force just the tip in beside the other two. I wait until she gets used to my fingers stretching her little cunt and a few seconds later she nods her head, saying, "O.K. keep going." Her lip turns white under her teeth as I slowly rotate my fingers from side to side and over the next thirty seconds manage to get my fingers in to the second knuckle. She lets her breath go with a whoosh and pants rapidly as I stop moving my hand and let her muscles get used to being so tightly stretched. As her breathing slows she takes her lip back between her teeth, wraps both hands around my wrist and pulls my fingers out an inch or so then forces them back. She does this a few more times and then points at the vibrator, "O.K. try that again." I nod and hold the fat tip of the fake cock beneath my fingers. "This is going to hurt a bit." I warn her. "It's O.K." she reassures me, "I don't want Daddy to think he's hurting me, when he fucks me." "Here bite this." Sherry says and puts a folded handkerchief between her daughters teeth. "O.K. ready?" I say and feel Mara tense up, "On the count of three. One ..." I feel her relax, "Two ..." before she can tense up again I swiftly pull my hand away from her groin and before her hole can begin to close, I push the vibrator hard against her well stretched opening, feeling the head pop into her vagina. Tears well up in her eyes, but only a muffled squeal makes it past her clenched teeth. She spits out the gag and looks accusingly at me, "You said 'three'." "I lied." I explain to her, "I wanted you to be relaxed, because it would have hurt much more if you had been all tensed up." "Oh I see, like when you get a needle." Her face lights up and looses it's accusatory look, as she realises that I wasn't being cruel. "Exactly." I say, "Now, how do you feel?" "It still hurts," she answers, looking speculative, as though testing a sore tooth, "but not as bad as when I fell on the log." She then grins, "Kiss it and make it better." I look down at where the oversized phallus pierces her body, the once plump lips of her pussy are white with strain and so tightly stretched as to be almost nonexistent. She props herself up on her hands to look for herself, "Wow!" she breaths, "I've got to get all of that inside me before Daddy can fuck me properly?" "Uh-huh," Sherry grins at her, "and that was the easy bit, you've still got to get it through your cervix if you want Daddy all the way up inside you. Sure you don't want Ken or Geoff to go first and make it easier?" "Uh-uh," Mara shakes her head emphatically, "I want Daddy to be first. Now where's my kiss." she demands of me. I lean over and kiss the tip of her cute, little nose. "No!" she scrubs her hand across her face and jabs her finger at her groin, "There!" "Well why didn't you say so?" I tease her, as I lean over and flick my tongue over her little clit. "Oooh, that feels nice. More?" she asks sounding like Oliver Twist. I press harder with my tongue as I take a second swipe at her painfully stretched twat. The side of my tongue picks up a little of the lubricant and I look at Sherry and raise my eyebrows, "Cherry?" "The banana tastes like shit." she explains, "Besides she still is. Sort of." I roll my eyes at her and return to the task at hand, pressing my lips firmly against the strained flesh of Mara's pussy. She rocks her hips as I flutter the tip of my tongue over her clitoris and feel it swell as her hot blood rushes to fill it. She lifts her hips upwards as I wrap my lips tight around her hardening little nubbin and suck hard. Then as her hips fall back, she puts one of her hands on top of mine and pushes the hard plastic phallus deeper into her body, grunting as the rounded head bumps into her cervix. Mara entwines her fingers in my hair and pulls my head to one side, so she can look between her legs again. "That's half a Daddy dick, but how do I get the rest in?" "We use this," Sherry holds up the three quarter inch thick rod from the bag, "to open up your cervix first. But leave that one in for a bit longer, until you're used to it. O.K.?" "O.K." her daughter agrees cheerfully, "Kiss me." she orders as she shoves my head back into place and lies back on the bed. As I suck on her little, purple clit, I pull the mechanised dildo outwards, her pussy is reluctant to let go and follows the hard shaft for half an inch or so before allowing it to slide all the way from her body, then before her stretched tissues can contract I push it back into her tight opening, forcing a grunt of discomfort from her lungs and pulling her clit from between my lips to rub on the side of the intruding shaft. Seeing this, on the next inward journey I turn on the vibrator with a twist of my wrist. Immediately, her hips jerk upwards forcing herself onto the buzzing tool and she yelps, "Ow-wow-wow." but when I stop moving the fat cylinder, and look at her worriedly, she gives me a direct look. "Again." she instructs me. As I do as she instructed, pulling out as I kiss my way up over her belly and using the involuntary motion of her body when I thrust my tongue into her navel to regain entry. Again she cries out in discomfort but the tiny hand on top of mine urges me on. Onwards and upwards, my lips and tongue trace the line of her sternum before veering to the right to fasten onto her tiny, pink nipple. As I apply suction, she pushes her chest against my parted lips and I flutter the tip of my tongue over her tiny stiff nubbin then gently chew for a few second before kissing my way over to the left and treat her other little tit in the same fashion. I continue to move the thick, buzzing tool in and out of her body as I mouth her tiny titties and each time it enters her tightly stretched vulva, the vibrator slides easier and her cries of discomfort soon become little squeaks of pleasure. The little jerking thrusts of her hips and her guiding hand urging me on faster and faster. Suddenly my hand on the base of the vibrator slips and I hear a click as the vibrator jumps in my hand and buzzes faster. The increased vibrations on her clit as the humming cylinder moves inwards drive her closer to climax and she stills my hand, now keeping the head of the tool inside her vagina as she moves her hips back and forth in short jabbing thrusts, yelping in time with the motions of her loins. As her orgasm nears I push the end of the vibrator downwards and give the base another twist, in the hope that there is a higher speed setting. There is. And though her turgid little clit no longer rides along the angrily buzzing shaft, the knob on the end now presses firmly against her G-spot. Immediately her mouth opens in a soundless scream and her body lifts onto her heels and head as a massive climax tears through her body, her spasming muscles lock the vibrator inside her vagina as though it was embedded in stone. No body can withstand such sensations for long and she drops to the mattress only to rise again, as her hyper-sensitised clitoris contacts the humming shaft driven into her and another climax of monumental proportions rips through her. Again she falls back to the bed and again her back arches, lifting her clear of the bed as a third powerful orgasm detonates within her overstimulated cunny. This time I twist the base of the mechanised phallus, killing the vibrations and she drops bonelessly, in a quivering heap, little aftershocks rippling through her exhausted body. Her breathing is stentorian and I feel her heartbeat, thudding like a triphammer, against my lips as I gently mouth her nipple. I pull the mechanical intruder from her vagina and toss it aside as I sit up and lift her limp little body into my lap, her tiny abused vulva is an angry red in colour, looking as though it had been rubbed raw. I massage her mound soothingly with my hand as I look around at the others: Sherry has taken the gargantuan fake cock from her bag and lies panting on the bed with it sheathed in her greasy bald snatch, only four inches of rubber separating the moulded testicles and her hairless pussy lips; Ken's mouth hangs open and his eyes are glazed as his head swivels back and forth between Mara and Sherry. His swollen cock juts from his groin, the gleaming glans the colour and texture of a ripe plum and almost as large, purple veins standing out along its length; and Chloe; she has abandoned teasing her brother and half of the double ended dildo, protrudes from her wetly glistening cunt, the small vibrator lies buzzing against her thigh, forgotten, as she recovers from what looks to have been an incredible climax. I kiss the top of Mara's head and she stirs, placing her hand over mine as she murmurs, "Mmmm, that feels nice." Looking over her shoulder, I see that her pussy looks much better, while still a little pinker than usual, her labia have lost that angry red colour. More surprising to me though, is that her stretched little hole seems to have returned to it's original size. Sherry groans and we both look up at her as she extracts the massive dildo from her cunt, tugging to pull the head from the tight grasp of her cervix and sliding it the rest of the way with a wet slurp. Dropping it to the mattress she struggles into a sitting position and looks back at us. "How do you feel?" she asks her daughter. "A little bit sore, but I'm O.K." Mara replies, "Hey, where did your hair go?" She asks, noticing her mother's bald mound. She stiffens as a sudden thought strikes her and she scrambles from my lap and tugs on the towel about my waist. "Hey, your's is gone too! Look Chloe they've got no hair between their legs." Chloe, who has by now recovered, looks from me to Sherry and back, "They look funny." she giggles, "But I like it, it won't be as hard to get all his sperm now." "We shaved it off in the shower, because I thought you'd like it. Besides it'll help to get your father thinking along the right lines." Sherry says, she then picks up the long wand like tool, "Are you ready to see if we can open up your cervix?" Both Mara and Ken speak, almost simultaneously, "Not yet Mummy, I need a rest." "Hey!" Ken yelps, "What about me? How about getting me out of these?" he rattles the handcuffs that still bind his wrists to the bed. "Oops sorry." Sherry apologises, "We forgot about you. It's a good thing these things are padded." she adds as she rummages in the bag for the keys. A worried look creeps over her face and she scrabbles faster around the bottom of the bag, muttering, "Where are those keys? I hope Carl doesn't have them." Ken's expression is a wonder to behold, as worry, incredulity and finally sheer terror passes across his features as Sherry turns the bag upside down on the bed and starts scattering her toys about. A moment later he sight in relief as she looks at him and giggles, "Gotcha!" she crows as she opens her hand to reveal the keys lying in her palm. As she reaches for the cuff on his left wrist Chloe stops her, "Wait, I think he's ready to give me a nice big drink of sperm now." "Oh God, I forgot about that too! It looks like your cock's about to drop off." Sherry exclaims. "It bloody well feels like it too." he mutters as Sherry releases the cock ring. "Oh fuck!" he grunts as the blood courses more freely through his purple shaft and an incredible quantity of pre-cum flows from the bloated tip to pool on his belly, just above his pubes. Chloe gently grasps his cock at the base, pointing it at the ceiling while she stoops to lap up the salty treat. She then applies her tongue to Ken's still drooling glans. He yelps, moaning, "Oh fuck fuck, fuck fuck fuck!" as Chloe's tongue touches him, feeling like sandpaper to his hyper-sensitised skin, swirling around the circumcised rim of his helmet in a contracting spiral to the weeping slit at the tip. As her lips open to engulf the swollen head, his hips jerk upwards, driving his entire cock into her mouth, the bloated glans sliding easily down her throat. She holds her head still, allowing her brother to fuck her throat, his hips jerking like a rabbit's, as he strains to attain his long denied release. His laboured breathing matches the tempo of his hammering loins and he groans, "Oh fuck!" on each exhalation. It takes less than half a minute of this frenzied action, for him to cum screaming out in both pain and pleasure. Chloe pulls back, keeping only the pulsing glans in her mouth and placing her hands on his hips as they strain skyward, every muscle of his body standing out as they tie themselves in knots. I can see the underside of his rod pulsing with every burning jet of semen. Futilely, Chloe tries to hold his cum in her mouth, her cheeks bulging dangerously with only the second spurt, the third is too much for her and she pulls back, fighting not to choke, creamy semen drooling from her lips. Mara moves in to take over, but the next jet of cum arches over Ken's head to impact on the wall behind the bed with a wet splat, before she can capture his jerking member, She too retreats as her mouth fills and Chloe places her head beside her friend's, as she directs the remainder of his seminal fluids over their faces. When finally his spasms cease and his hips fall back to the bed, the girls look like they have been in an explosion in a glue factory and Ken lies unconscious, his limbs twitching as his muscles unknot themselves. Sherry releases his wrists from the cuffs and we sit back to await his recovery, the girls taking turns to lick each other's face clean, but even so, ample evidence of his prodigious climax remains matted in their hair. Finally Ken lifts his hands to his face and groans, "Did anyone get the number of that truck?" he jokes and rises on his elbows to inspect his wedding tackle. "Jesus, I thought my balls would be hanging out the end. How much did I cum?" "Enough to give both girls a good mouthful and paint their faces." I inform him, "That's your's too." I add pointing at the streak running down the wall. "No way!" he exclaims as he twists and looks at the wall. "Yes way," Mara giggles, "it nearly went up my nose, so I knows." Sherry and I grab a pillow each and hit her from both side as she giggles at her dreadful pun. A moment later a pillow fight erupts between us an the girls and Ken rolls aside to avoid being hit. Seeing his cowardice Chloe and Mara turn on him, while Sherry and I sit back to watch them pummel him unmercifully. A minute or so later we hear the crackle of threads breaking and intervene before the pillows tear. Sherry replaces the pillows at the head of the bed and lies back, pulling Ken and I down on either side of her and the girls crawl on top of us, lying down on our chests, strangely, Mara chooses Ken and Chloe me. Sherry comments on this, saying, "I think you're going to have your hands full, the next time Mara sleeps over." "I can handle it." he replies, cupping his hand over Mara's bum and slipping his fingers between her legs. Chloe's eyes follow her brother's fingers then up to me, "'ickle?" she says and pops her thumb into her mouth like a two year old. "I wouldn't be too sure." I warn him as I probe the soft folds of his baby sister's gooey slit, gently sliding my middle finger into her warm little cunny. "I think we've created a couple of cum hungry, nympho kiddie sluts. They're gonna fuck and suck you dry, leaving only your shrivelled corpse." "Well at least I'll die happy." he replies easily, as the girls giggle at my description of them. I whisper in Chloe's ear, coaching her. Wonder of wonders, she's actually seen the right movie and knows what to do. Sitting up she sweeps up a towel and with a flourish pulls it around her shoulders and across her nose and mouth, "I am Cuntess Spermulla and I vant to soock your coom." She squeaks and dives for his crotch as everyone bursts out laughing. Ken is the first to stop laughing, as she engulfs his flaccid tool in her mouth, for over minute she works on him, her cheeks hollowing as she applies suction. Finally lifts her head, looking upset, "He won't get hard for me." she says, almost crying. "What do you expect, you just sucked a weeks worth of cum out of me. Try again tomorrow." Ken says. "Bullshit!" Sherry exclaims, "He just needs some special treatment, that's all" She then rises to kneel between his ankles and pushes his knees back to his chest. "Hold him there girls." she instructs. As Chloe and Mara have taken hold of his legs, she continues, "If you want to get a guy hard in a hurry, you do this." Sherry pulls his butt cheeks apart and dips her head, swirling her tongue around his puckered opening then pointing it and pushing inside. Half a minute later she pulls back to survey her handiwork, though no longer the limp little worm it had been, his cock still has a long way to go before it could penetrate anything but the slackest of cunts. "Hmmm, still not hard. This calls for drastic measures." Sherry muses, "Keep him there girls." She holds her finger to her lips, indicating that we should say nothing and picks up the small vibrator, wiping it clean on a towel before pushing it into her cunt for a fresh coating of lubricant. She returns her tongue to his arsehole, dribbling lots of saliva onto it and repeatedly shoving her tongue inside to loosen him up. Satisfied she takes the little phallus from her pussy and holds it close to her face, driving it through his relaxed sphincter, twisting the base at the same time. Knowing what to expect, she throws herself out of the way as he rips his legs free from the girls' grasp, his buttocks dropping to the mattress. He reaches between his legs, and extracts the buzzing tool from his anus. "What the fuck did you do that for?" he yells, "I'm no poofter." "I never said you were," Sherry replies, unperturbed, "but look." she points between his legs to where his cock stands rigidly to attention. "Oh! He gazes at his proudly standing member, "But I thought only poofters liked things in their butts." "Gays," she corrects him, "aren't the only ones by a long shot. Would you call Carl gay?" "No way!" Ken replies, "He'd pound me to a pulp." "Well actually he wouldn't, unless you were rude." she informs him, "But he does like me to fuck him in the arse with that double ender your sister was playing with. And I have seen him pound a few hairy butts in his time. "Don't look so surprised. A lot of blokes try it at least once in their lives. Carl and I do a bit of swinging and he discovered he likes a bit of the other occasionally, though he says he prefers to have a couple of tits to hang on to. Geoff here has tried it too, but he reckons it's like wanking while saying the times tables, totally boring. You've just always had your little sister to fuck." "How did you get up the nerve?" he asks me, "Even if I wanted to try, I'd be too scared my mates'd find out." "I was staying in Melbourne, a long way from home, with somebody I'd met at a camp. We got stoned and started going through a porno mag. It had a gay supplement, so we decided to see what all the fuss was about. He kind of liked it, but said girls were better, while I just went through the motions, it was like Sherry said, totally boring. After I finally shot my load, we got cleaned up and watched TV until his parents got home." "Have you finished?" Chloe breaks in, "I want to use this," she fists Ken's stiff cock, "before it goes away. And, I want it in my bum and him in my pussy." she points at me. The thought of double banging her diminutive body give me an instant hardon and the idea gets to Ken too, his cock twitching in his little sister's grasp, the head turning a deeper shade of purple. "Let's try it standing up, she's so small anything else would be too awkward." I say. Ken and I slip from the bed and I position Chloe's bottom on the edge, getting her to hold her legs up and wide as I bend my knees a little and rub my purple knob along her gooey slit and over her hard pebble of a clit as I coat my cock with her slippery juices. She moans and squirms as I tease her, finally she begs me, "Put it in, fuck me please." I tease her for a few seconds longer before fitting my swollen glans up against her tiny hole and pressing inwards until I pop into the warm, tight grip of her bald, seven year old pussy. I then take her legs and wrap them around my waist as I lean forwards so she can slide her arms around my neck. Slipping my hands under her bottom, I lift her from the bed and stand up. She squeaks with surprise as I release her and let her fall onto my cock, her body pausing momentarily as I bump into her cervix, then squeals loudly as she drops the rest of the way with a rush when I pierce her womb. "Here you will need this." Sherry says, as Ken moves up behind his sister. She holds out the lube to him, "Rub some all over your cock, and push some into her bottom as well." she instructs him, "And take it easy, go slow until her bottom gets used to your cock." I put my hands back on Chloe's bum and pull the cheeks apart as Ken kneels behind his sister and presses the end of the tube against her little pink knot-hole. She squeaks at it's cold touch, and again as the slippery gel is forced into her rectum. He lay the tube to one side as he presses his finger against the tight ring of her sphincter, she grunts a little as his fingertip penetrates then slides home with a rush. I feel Ken's finger rub against my cock as he pumps his finger in and out a couple of times then pulls it free, causing Chloe to moan in disappointment and lift herself up and down on my cock, fucking me while she waits. Ken squeezes a dollop of gel into his hand and quickly smooths it over his stiff shaft. I still Chloe's motions, holding her buttocks apart as Ken moves in and presses his swollen knob up against her puckered opening. Chloe leans her head forward and bites into my chest as he holds her hips and pushes hard, slowly forcing his way millimetre by millimetre into her constricted bottom, made doubly so by my cock filling her vagina. Suddenly she yelps, letting go of my flesh as his glans pops past her sphincter. "Oh fuck! It's so tight!" he cries, pausing a moment, waiting for her muscles to relax. "Oh God, it's like the first time I fucked you." he murmurs with his lips pressed into her raven hair. "I love you, my beautiful baby sister." "I love you too." she whispers back, her breath hot on my nipple. "I'm ready now." Again her teeth sink into my flesh, as Ken gently pumps his hips, slowly working his way into the hot, tight grip of her bowels. I can feel every motion of his cock against mine, through the thin, tightly stretched membranes separating us. Chloe's teeth remain locked in the muscles of my chest, but her moans contain a component of pleasure as Ken's thrusts grind her clit on my freshly shaved pubis. With a final impatient push Ken's cock sinks the last inch into Chloe's rectum and she tastes the hot, coppery bite of my blood as her teeth pierce my skin, her shrill yelp of pain blending with my deeper one. "Hey you're, supposed to drink my SPERM Cuntess." I tell her and she giggles the scared look leaving her face. As she tries to apologise, I stop her, "I'm happy to take as much of your pain as I can." I say, kissing her forehead. "The worst is over now, just wait while your bottom adjusts." She nods and dips her head to lick up the trickle of blood that runs from the tiny wound next to my right nipple. "Mmmmn, you taste good." she says, smacking her lips and kissing from one nipple to the other, stopping to lap up each droplet of blood as it forms. "Hey what about me?" Mara asks, bored by our inactivity. All three of us turn our heads to look at her and Sherry holds up the wand like instrument. "Are you ready for this Honey?" she asks. "Yeah!", Mara breaths, "I want to get ready for Daddy." She lies back on the bed and pulls her knees up to her armpits, stretching her little twat wide open. To get a closer look, Ken and I shuffle sideways until one of Chloe's feet is on the bed and our legs touch the frame. Sherry picks up the lube and noting it's severely depleted state she mutters to herself, "Hmmm, gonna have to get some more before Carl gets home." then to her daughter, "First we'll get you nice and greasy." She puts the tube up to Mara's open little hole and half fills her daughter's cunny with gel, then generously coats the rod. The slim shaft slides in easily and lube oozes out around it. Sherry feels around with the tip and locates the dimple in the end of Mara's cervix. "O.K. Honey," She warns, "this is going to hurt a bit." She wraps one hand around the shaft and inch or so away from Mara's pussy lips and cups the other over the end. "Now close your eyes Honey and breath deeply. That's it Honey relax." Her voice is soothing, almost hypnotic, "That's it, in and out, in and out." As Mara relaxes, Sherry pushes firmly on the end of the rod, for a moment there is resistance then the shaft in her hands moves inwards with a jerk, coming to rest as the side of Sherry's hand bumps into her daughter's plump labia. Mara utters a sharp piercing shriek, and the tears flow freely from her wide open eyes. "Ouch Mummy," she cries, "that hurts." "It's O.K. Honey, it's in now, let me kiss your pretty little pussy until you get used to it." Without waiting for a reply Sherry leans over and flicks her tongue back and forth over her little girl's clit, stimulating it until it fills with blood and stands up at the top of Mara's bald little slit. Sherry then bites it between her lips and tugs until the stiff little nubbin slips free. "Again!" Mara cries, "Do it again Mummy." and lifts her hips up, towards her mother's lips. "Oomph!" she grunts as her movement pushes another inch of the intruding rod into her uterus. Movement from Chloe, pulls Ken and I back to our own task. She pushes down with her foot on the bed and tightens her arms around my neck. For a moment the skin around her holes stretches, then suddenly lets go and she pulls up until the flare of my glans catches in the neck of her womb. She hangs there for a moment, then slowly lowers herself she is impaled on the full length of our cocks again. She smiles up at me and pulls up again, a little faster this time and again lowers herself. The third time she rises she suddenly lets go, letting her full weight pull her body onto our stiff pricks, all three of us grunt at the impact. "O.K. I'm ready now," she tells us, "fuck me." We shuffle away from the bed until Chloe's leg hangs free, then start rocking our hips gently back and forth searching for the right rhythm. As out movements synchronise, our strokes become deeper and stronger and I find that I have to support Chloe with my hands as I pull my hips back, or I can't pull my knob free of her womb. Soon our pricks are moving freely and I hold her tight against my chest and belly, "Five quick ones." I mouth to Ken over the top of his sisters head. He nods and rapidly pistons his cock in and out of her arse, each thrust knocking her clit against my pubic bone and a little yip of excitement from her lips. Then it is Ken's turn to hold her steady while I stroke deeply into her pussy's tight embrace. I keep my groin pressed against her prominent mound, dragging the ultra-short stubble on my pubis over her sensitive clitoris. Her excited yips become deeper moans of arousal under the influence of my deep, slow strokes. Between us, Chloe's diminutive body suddenly goes into spasms, her arms tighten around my neck and pull my head down until my nose is buried in her hair, as she cries out in ecstasy, the muscles of her lower body squeezing so tightly on our invading organs that movement becomes impossible and it feels like her convulsing cunt is going to bite my prick off. Over my bowed head, Ken's strangled grunts tell me that he is experiencing similar sensations in her tightly clenched, little pink arsehole. As her tiny anus and vagina release their death grip on the rock hard organs piercing her body we resume fucking her. Her gasping cries of, "More... I need more... fuck me harder... Faster." egg us on and we saw back and forth in her diminutive seven year old frame. The wet slapping sounds of our pounding thrusts becoming almost brutal in their intensity as we strive for release. In less than a minute all three of us are gasping raggedly, the sweat of our exertions glistening on our bodies. Chloe's cries of encouragement are now incoherent mutterings, her saliva drooling between us to mingle with our sweat, our bellies rubbing slickly against each other. The tempo of our movements becomes almost frantic as we approach climax, as if each of us strains to be first. To me falls that honour, my nuts pulling up hard against my body as I drive home into Chloe's hairless cunt for the last time, grinding her engorged clitoris between our pubic bones and triggering a massive orgasm in her tiny body. My balls churn, emptying themselves in burning pulses, but the tightly clenched muscles of Chloe's spasming sheath prevent final release and the pressure builds up until finally, the jism courses through my tumescent shaft to spray the back of her womb in a single, continuous, agonisingly pleasurable stream. As my eyes and ears open to the world again, I see Ken's features pulled tight in a rictus grin, his twitching hips pushing his baby sister's squealing body against mine, as he fills her spasming bowels with his incestuous seed. Long after Ken's climax ceases, Chloe's continues, her tight little cunt, squeezing in powerful contractions around my throbbing cock. Her ecstatic cries softening, as her lungs labour to draw breath. Only when she slips into unconsciousness, does her orgasm stop, her arms and legs dangling limply as her tousled head lolls to one side, her slack lips pressing wetly just below my nipple. As we hold her limp little body pressed between us, her breathing recovers, tickling me as it blows in a warm stream over my nipple. A few moments later she stirs and kisses my chest as she lifts her arms to wrap around my neck to hug me. As she does so, she pulls free of her brother's softening penis, releasing a warm flood of semen over my balls. Then as her arms tighten further, my cock slips from her silken sheath though little of my sperm escapes her womb. Briefly she lifts herself to brush her lips across mine and whisper thankyou before she slips an arm about Ken's neck and twists until she can wrap her legs about his waist. He too is kissed and thanked and her arms squeeze him tightly as she continues, "Cuddle me." With one hand cupping her tiny bottom and the other entwined in her raven tresses he carries her to the bed and lies down. Chloe snuggles up against his side with her face pressed into the side of his neck and her leg cocked over his hip. Then as Ken's hands gently stroke her neck and bottom she murmurs contentedly and falls asleep. "Isn't that sweet?" Sherry says softly, her voice drawing my eyes to her and Mara. Mara is sitting on her heels and is leaning back, supported on her hands as Sherry holds the lubricated head of the larger vibrator against her daughter's shiny mound rubbing the humming head in small circles over Mara's little pink button. Once more I am struck by the disparity in size between the thick plastic phallus and the tiny hole which is to accommodate it. I can see Mara's arms trembling as she supports herself and I climb up on the bed to kneel beneath her. I slide my arms under her shoulders and take her weight, pillowing her head on my chest so that she can look at where her mother moves the buzzing device over her hairless cleft. With my fingertips I separate Mara's plump pussy lips and her hips jerk as the vibrating tool comes into direct contact with her sensitive clitoris. Sherry slides her free hand between her daughters thighs and one by one she works all four fingers into Mara's tight little box, twisting her wrist as she pumps them in and out. Moments later a mini-climax ripples through Mara's body and Sherry turns off the vibrator as she slides her fingers from her daughter's vagina and replaces them with the quiescent tool. Once more Mara's labia are stretched into invisibility as the thick shaft invades her pussy, stopping only when it rests against the opening at the neck of her womb. Mara gasps at the intrusion, her fingers digging into my wrists as her tissues stretch to accommodate the large plastic cylinder filling her immature cunny. Then, as she observes the white leaving Mara's knuckles, Sherry begins to stroke the vibrator in and out of her daughter's pussy. Without warning Sherry continues inwards on one stroke, pressing the thick head of the tool in her hand hard against Mara's cervix. Mara's grunts and her fingers tighten again on my wrists, as her mother pushes hard on the base of the vibrator trying to force it through the neck of her womb. Finally she can take no more and squeaks, "Stop!" through clenched teeth, tears trembling on her cheeks. She relaxes as Sherry takes her hands from the plastic phallus, leaving it to jut obscenely from her distended twat. The protruding end of the vibrator moves through a gentle arc as Mara breaths deeply, recovering from the pain. Twice more, they try to force the oversized tool through the neck of Mara's womb, before I call a halt, saying, "It's no good, there's no way that that fat knob is going to open Mara's cervix, we need something with a tapered tip." Mara tries to protest, "No keep going I want to get my pussy ready for Daddy to fuck me properly." Having said this she reaches between her legs and tries to force the vibrator further into her body. "It's no good honey." I tell her, gently prying her fingers from the hard plastic shaft. "If we do manage to force that into you, it'd hurt you so much that you wouldn't be able to fuck your daddy anyway." Suddenly I get an idea and turn to Sherry, "Is there a sex shop anywhere around here? We could get something more suitable and we could get those condoms for Lena at the same time." "Yes there is." she replies, "I wasn't going to do my big shopping trip till the end of the week but we can go tomorrow instead. We might even get you some special toys of your own Mara. How would you like that?" With a squeal of delight Mara launches herself at her mother, knocking Sherry over backwards. She lies on top of her mother as she plasters kisses all over Sherry's face, saying, "Thank you." between each one. I notice that the vibrator still protrudes from Mara's vagina and the base of it rests in the folds of Sherry's bald pussy. With a wicked grin to myself I reach for it and give the base a hard twist, feeling three clicks as I turn it on to it's highest setting. Both mother and daughter squeal and jump at the unexpected sensations, then Sherry's hips rock as she drags her clit back and forth over the bottom two inches of the angrily buzzing tool. Mara squirms happily as the humming tip moves inside her body. But their play is cut short as a horn sounds from the driveway. "Shit! Mike's back!" Sherry cries as she rolls Mara from her body and springs to the floor. I pull the vibrator from Mara's pussy and turn it off as Sherry continues, "God you three look a mess, run down and use the shower on the beach while I get cleaned up here." Chloe protests sleepily as Ken wakes her. We grab the clean towel from the bed and make a run for it as Sherry pulls a dress over her head and grabs a pair of knickers as she runs for the bathroom. As we pause to grab our bathers from the line, I realise how late it has gotten, from the sun it must be about six in the evening. Fortunately the stairs to the beach can't be seen from the front of the house and we are half way down the stairs as Mike pounds on the front door and yells, "Mummy, I'm home." Sherry must have given herself a lick and a promise as, almost immediately I hear him describing his trip on the boat at the top of his voice. A minute later we are giggling, a trifle hysterically, at our close call as we wash the sweat and half dried cum and pussy juice from our bodies. We soak our shorts and the girls bathers and wring them out before slipping them on and heading for the house as though returning from a swim. Chapter 18 - SPANK ME. PLEASE. Up at the house the girls run giggling for Mara's bedroom as I take Ken into mine and loan him another pair of shorts. We quickly towel off and dress, Ken recovering his shirt from where he had left it before coming down to the beach that morning, as we head into the kitchen. Less than a minute later the girls arrive, Mara in a short little sun-dress and Chloe in her Brownie uniform, as the dress she wore the night before and her bike shorts are in Sherry's washer. Sherry suggests that we return the movie and get some milk while she starts dinner. Mike is so tired that all he wants to do is sit down in front of the TV and he complains when I get in his way as I collect the tape. Outside the front door, Ken and I swing the girls to our shoulders and we exchange startled glances as we realise that neither of the girls is wearing any knickers. "That's five spanks you know." I inform Mara, as we begin walking down to the shop. "Yup!" she giggles, "Just not so hard this time. O.K.?" "You want me to spank you?" I ask incredulously. "Yep, I like it when you rub it better." She tells me. I shake my head and turn to look up a Chloe, "And do you want Ken to spank you too?" She nods vigorously, saying, "Uh Huh, his spanks don't hurt, they feel good." then adds quickly, "Unless I've been really bad, then they hurt." "Oh, was this your idea then?" I ask. Again she nods, "I wanted us to be naughty and leave our knickers off and Mara told me she got extra spanks for doing that, so then I really wanted to do it." "You're incorrigible." I laugh. "What's that mean?" "Very naughty." I say. She giggles, proudly saying "That's me." By this time we have reached the shop, we swing the girls down and go inside to return the movie and buy milk. After a short exchange of pleasantries with the girl behind the counter we leave. On our way back the girls run ahead of us, their little white bums flashing at us as the hems of their skirts flap with their bouncing motions. I look at Ken and see him licking his lips, "Looks like you can't wait to give her that spanking." I say. "And kiss it better." he laughs. "Of course." I laugh back and take off after the girls. "Let's go" We catch up with the girls and jog along behind them, appreciating the brief glimpses we catch of their pert little bottoms. As we reach the bottom of the drive I swoop on Chloe and sweep her happily squealing body up and throw her over my shoulder, raining playful little swats on her wriggling posterior. Mara, who has stopped to watch us, turns to face Ken wit her hands on her hips. A moment later she too hangs from his shoulder, feet kicking, as he gives her the same treatment as her friend. A minute later we are in the kitchen, still carrying our giggling burdens. I survey the room, then look to where Sherry has just started frying fish fillets and ask, "Where's Mike?" "The poor little bugger was so tired that I gave him a sandwich and put him to bed." she replies and points to the milk, "Put that away and sit down, tea will be about five minutes." Ken and I set the girls on the floor and they immediately go over to stand beside Sherry with their hands behind their backs and their head penitently bowed as they twist from side to side. Sherry looks down at them and asks, "Yes?" "We been naughty Mummy." Mara whispers, keeping her head down to hide her smile. Sherry looks over at where Ken and I sit at the table. "What did they do?" she asks. "Why don't you see for yourself." I say, pointing at the girls, who now have their dresses pulled up to their waists to expose their cute white bottoms to us and their hairless mounds to Sherry. "Oh! Well I think five smacks for Chloe and ten for Mara, because she didn't learn her lesson last time." "That's not fair!" Chloe pouts, "She gets more than me and it was my idea." Sherry's head snaps up and looks at our grinning faces. "It seems Chloe has a taste for light discipline and she's convinced Mara to give it a try." I explain. "Oh." she says and again "OH!" as she presses her hand to her groin, an excited gleam in her eye. She gives her head a little shake and says, "Go and sit down. You can get spanked after dinner, if we start now we'll never eat." They drop their hems and scurry over to us, for a moment It looks like they will come to blows over Ken's lap, but Chloe gives way and happily trots around to me, climbing into my lap. I wrap my arms around her waist and she gives a contented sigh as I kiss the top of her head and drop my hand to caress her slim brown thigh. A couple of minutes later Sherry brings our meals over, mackerel fillets and salad and the girls slide over to take their own seats. After dinner Ken and I make Sherry sit down with a cup of tea while the four of us do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. Five minutes later we sit down with our own drinks, the girls back in our laps. They gulp their drinks and bounce impatiently on our knees as we slowly sip ours, drawing out their wait as long as possible. Finally Chloe grabs my wrist and gulps the last mouthful of tea in my mug. I look over her head at Sherry, commenting with a laugh, "I've never seen any body so impatient to get their hide tanned. Do you think it might be a better idea to punish them by not doing it?" "Noooo!" Chloe wails, echoed by Mara, "We've been inc-incory.." Chloe looks up at me helplessly. "Incorrigible." I supply laughing. "Yeah that, I'm incoryjbubble." She says. "You've GOT to spank me." I look at Sherry and shrug, "What can I do?" I ask her. "Spank her I guess." she laughs. "O.K. I say, standing up and tumbling her from my lap. I move my chair back, and motion Ken to bring his chair over next to mine. We sit down and I crook my finger at the girls, putting on a stern mien, I growl, "You've been bad haven't you?" Chloe hangs back and examines her toes as she nods penitently while Mara moves to stand beside her. "What did you do?" I continue, turning the whole thing into a little play for Sherry's benefit. "D'n't 'r 'ny 'kers" she mumbles. "What?" I say sternly, "I can't hear you. Both of you tell me." "Didn't wear any knickers." They repeat together, loud enough for us all to hear. "Show me!" I snap. They are really getting into this little performance and both of them lift their hems with trembling hands to expose the naked, hairless lips of their pussies. Chloe only holds her dress above her waist for a few seconds before letting it drop back down to conceal her privates. "Did I say you could cover up?" I say ominously, "Five more for disobedience." With a yelp, Chloe snatches at the hem of her tunic, lifting it until it covers her mouth and nose, her eyes catch mine momentarily and thank me for evening the score, but I ignore it, and let my gaze trail downwards, past the bottom of her yellow T-shirt. Her knees tremble with what might be fear, but my eyes follow the line of her quivering thighs to their junction. There I see shimmering droplets of moisture clinging to her puffy labia and my rock hard cock twitches. As I watch, a shining jewel detaches itself and falls to the floor with a barely audible plop. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sherry twitch at the tiny sound, and I hear her moan with suppressed excitement. She lifts her skirt and pulls her knickers down to mid-thigh with one hand as the other cups and kneads her dripping cunt. "Look at me!" I snap, "Five more each!" and the girls heads snap back towards me, aborting their move to follow my gaze. I'm enjoying this immensely and stare at their immature cunnies to prolong the experience as much as possible. As I watch, the first beads of moisture appear on Mara's plump pudenda, while from Chloe's, there flows a steady stream of dewy beads, most run in little rivulets down her quivering thighs, but the occasional perfect, rainbow spherule falls to splash in the growing puddle between her feet. Suddenly a series of tiny ripples pass over her belly and from her parted lips comes breathily, "Oh, oh, oh, oh." I can't believe it, just from speaking and looking at her I have aroused her to climax. A tiny one admittedly, but she has experienced an orgasm without being touched. To one side and slightly behind the girls, Sherry is biting her lip and both her hands maul her obscenely squelching cunt. Mara's eyes are wide with surprise and strain to look to the side while she keeps her head rigidly facing forwards. Beside me Ken's head turns back and forth between me and his spasming sister, his expression unreadable. I give Chloe a few moments to recover before I sternly order them, "Now come here you incorrigible children, and get the spanking you deserve." "No, No!" Chloe wails, letting her hem drop, then snatching it up again before it can fall far. "I promise I'll be good, I'll never do it again. Please don't spank me." "I'm sorry," I say, "but you've been very naughty and must be punished. Now come here." They approach, feigned reluctance in each of Chloe's five jerking steps and Ken has to pull Mara to him as she moves to stand in front of me, seemingly forgetting his existence. He takes the hem of her frock and strips it from her, leaving her wearing nothing but her sandals. He pulls her naked body across his knees, positioning her so that her bare mound contacts his right knee, holding her in position with his left hand on her hip and it dawns on me, as to why Chloe enjoys her spankings. Leaving her uniform on, I position her in the same fashion, facing towards her friend. They link hands and look into each other's eyes as I raise my hand and lock my gaze with Ken's, waiting for him to do the same. Together our hands descend, our blows landing so close together that the ringing slaps sound like an echo. "One!" I say and lift my hand, holding it upraised for a slow count of three before bringing it down again on the creamy white bottom before me. "Two!" Again I pull my hand back and silently count an interminable three seconds before allowing it to fall with a resounding crack. "Three!" Twelve more times our hands fall, the creamy globes before us rapidly turning pink under the stinging impact of our palms. Each ringing blow sending a shockwave through their bodies to the engorged bundles of nerves crushed against our kneecaps. I count off the last blow, "Fifteen." and let my hand rest upon the hot skin of Chloe's reddened buttocks. "Nooo!" she wails, grinding her pelvis desperately. "Don't stop, It's nearly happening. Just a few more." she begs me. Opposite her, Mara too, begs of Ken, "Please? Don't stop now." Chloe sounds so desperate that I decide to change things and pull her hip towards me, so that she lies backwards across my thighs, her swollen, bedewed mound thrust prominently upwards. I rain rapid light blows, little more than feather touches, on her puffy labia and the inflamed little bud standing stiffly between them, her breath catching as the first lands. She stuffs her fist in her mouth and tucks her feet behind the rail under the chair as she strains upwards seeking to expose more of her vulva to my hand. Suddenly she cums hard, and I cease spanking her pussy to thrust two fingers into the hot vice like grip of her spasming vagina. Crushing her clit under my thumb as I curl my fingers, dragging the tips over her G- spot. Her body arches higher, straining until the back of her neck presses into my thigh and only my hand on her mound prevents the corded muscles of her legs catapulting her across the room. As Chloe's spasms die, muffled squeaks from Mara catch my attention and I look to see her draped backwards over Ken's legs, his fingers buried to the hilt in her pussy. She too holds her fist between her teeth to smother her ecstatic cries. Chloe squirms weakly in my lap and I help her to disentangle herself from the chair, lifting her to straddle my lap as I hug her. Over her shoulder I see Sherry thrashing on the floor, her lip between her teeth as she pumps her clenched fist in and out of her convulsing twat, the shredded remains of her knickers twisted about her left ankle. Chloe twists in my arms, turning to see what I'm looking at. "Oh wow!" she breaths, her fingers digging into my biceps. As we watch, Mara crosses in front of us and seizes her mother's wrist in both hands. With a wrench she pulls Sherry's hand free and holds it back while her mother recovers, her spastic spasms subsiding to occasional twitches. Finally her eyes open and she looks at Mara, "Thanks honey, I always need help when that happens." she then looks at Ken and I, "Now what about the boys? They probably need to cum too." As Mara hurries back to Ken, Chloe slips from my lap and turns to face me. I raise my hips for her as she tugs on my Stubbies, reaching inside to free my cock when it catches in the waistband. A second later, she pulls them past my feet as I strip off my shirt and pushes my knees apart as she leans over and wraps both tiny hands around the base of my shaft while sliding her soft warm lips over my swollen purple knob. Beside me Mara has Ken's shorts around his ankles and is rapidly bobbing her head up and down on his distended cock, jacking him off with her hands and hungry mouth. Every few seconds she pulls free and rubs his bloated glans over her cheeks before forcing it back between her wet lips. Chloe holds the end of my cock in her mouth gently sucking as she watches her friend's frenzied attack on her brother's prick for a few moments, then emulates her. Fucking her face on the top half of my cock and trying to force more of me into her mouth. Unfortunately the angles are wrong and try as she might no more than two thirds of my rock hard member will fit in her mouth. "Wait a minute." I tell her and push her face from my groin as I stand up and lift her into my arms. As I move towards the table, I hear Ken groaning behind me and I turn back to watch them. Loud gulps come from Mara as she swallows, her throat working franticly to keep up with his cum. Then with a final slurp she runs her fingers up his shaft, stripping the last of his semen from the urethra. I then turn back to the table and lay Chloe on it with her head hanging over the edge. I lift her hands to my hips then use one hand to press my cock down to her lips, curling the other behind her neck to support her head and cushion it from the edge of the table as I push my hips forwards, sliding my steely shaft into her mouth and down her throat. Beginning with slow steady strokes I fuck her throat, but my release will not be denied and it is only a few seconds before my pace picks up and I'm rapidly pistoning my tumescent staff between her lips, my tightening balls bouncing off her nose with each thrust. Less than a minute passes before my balls churn and I pull back, wrapping my hand around my angry red prick. As I stroke my fist rapidly up and down, my jism making it's burning course through my prick to pulse in powerful jets into Chloe's waiting mouth. Then as she closes her mouth, I spray the remainder of my cum over her pixie face. As I strip the last dribbles from my aching prick to fall in a long white string onto Chloe's lips and cheek, Sherry pushes me aside and her tongue, flicks out to lap up each globule and gooey string of my seed. Chloe only allows Sherry a few moments to clean her face before pushing her back and rising to sit on the edge of the table. Turning her face towards me she tilts her head back and opens her mouth, her wriggling, semen coated tongue rising obscenely from a viscous white pool. Before she can close her mouth and swallow, I bump Sherry aside with my hip and Press my lips to Chloe's, extending my tongue to swirl around hers, tasting myself. Sliding my hand under her tiny bottom, I lift her and hug her to my chest, her lively little tongue pushing my semen from her mouth to mine. Back and forth we pass my cum, mingling it with our saliva, stirring the gluey glob filling our mouths with eagerly wrestling tongues, finally dividing it between us and pulling apart to look into each other's eyes as we swallow. "Cool!" Mara's voice startles us and I turn to look at her. "I want to do that. Do you think Daddy will do that with me?" she asks her mother. "Honey, if Daddy will do anything at all with you, he will do anything that you want. And I know that he loves to share his sperm." "Oh goody!" Mara cries. "I can't wait until he gets back." "But for now young lady, I think it's time for you to have a shower and go to bed." Sherry informs her daughter. "Oh Mummy, do I have to?" Mara pouts, fisting Ken's unresponsive cock. "I want to have more fun." "Yes you do." Sherry says, "I want to get an early start tomorrow and we didn't get much sleep last night because of you two, so I'm going to bed too." "Well, I guess we better be going then!" Ken says. "Can I use your bathroom for a minute?" he asks, indicating his sticky groin. "Sure go ahead," Sherry replies, "take Chloe and wash her face too." "Meanie!" Mara accuses her mother as Ken pries her fingers from his cock and comes over to take Chloe from my arms. "Can I sleep with Geoff tonight?" "That's me." Sherry admits, "And I'm going to be a bigger meanie, I want Geoff to sleep with me tonight." "Um," I say, "is that a good idea, what if Mike finds us together? He's not going to think anything of Mara and I, but you and me's a different story." "O.K., you can have him." Sherry acquiesces, "Even though I think that Geoff just likes little girls better." "That to." I admit cheerfully, "But you're not bad for an old lady," I dodge the blow she aims at me and finish, "who looks like a twelve year old." "Ooooh! I'll get you for that crack." she promises. "You try and I'll turn you over my knee." I return. "Promises, Promises." she laughs, "If I wasn't so shagged I'd take you up on that offer." I'm about to answer her when Chloe and Ken come back into the room to say goodbye. Chloe trots over to me, her dark hair damp from having the cum sponged out of it and neatly brushed back into a ponytail. To look at her, standing there in her slightly rumpled uniform, her freshly scrubbed, little face turned up for a kiss, it is impossible believe that she is anything but the innocent little girl, she appears to be. But as I crouch before her and my lips touch hers all illusions of innocence are dispelled as her arms snake around my neck, her agile little tongue thrusting between my lips to tussle with mine. I slide my hands up her slim brown legs, gently running my fingertips over the soft, flawless skin from her knees to her hips. She moans into my mouth and her hips twitch as my thumbs brush over the sweet tender flesh of her labia. "Nooo." she moans softly as I take my hands from beneath her skirt and gently pull her arms from about my neck. "It's time for you to go baby." I say, "I'll see you again." "I don't want to go." she whispers, "I love you." "And I love you too." I whisper back, "But think of all the new things you and your big brother can practice when you get home." Her face brightens, "Yeah! Hey Ken, hur.. Oh!" I look around to Ken and see him sitting on the floor with Mara sitting on his shoulders, her legs locked behind his head as he gobbles her pussy. Sherry stands behind her, "Ahem," she says and taps her daughter on the shoulder, "My turn I think. Move." "Make me!" Mara challenges. "Easy." I say, gently setting Chloe on her feet as I move over towards Mara. I take her head in my hands and move my head towards as though to kiss her, she eyes me suspiciously but allows her lips to part, then at the last moment I turn her head and drive my tongue into her ear. "Eeeek!" she squeaks, her legs flying out straight and she slides from Ken's shoulders to be caught by her mother. "On your feet soldier." Sherry orders Ken as she lowers Mara to the floor. He scrambles to his feet and Sherry takes his head in her hands, pulling it down to trace her tongue across his lips. "Mmmm, she does taste nice. Doesn't she?" Not waiting for and answer, she crushes his lips to hers, slipping one hand behind his head as the other trails down his back to squeeze his arse. At the same time his hands slip under her dress and knead her creamy white buttocks. A few seconds later Sherry pulls back and says, "Enough, any more of that and you'll never get home." With a grin he replies, "I know." "Well, stop it!" Ken releases her and turns to me, looking at me strangely, "Oh fuck it!" he mutters, seeming to reach a decision. With that he throws his arms around me and gives me a crushing hug, which I return after a moments hesitation. As he relaxes his hold he steps back and claps his hands to my shoulders, "Thanks mate, you've taught me a lot of things today." "And your sister's going to want to try out every single one of them when you get home." I inform him, grinning. He looks down at her, roguishly grinning face, "Oh God!" he says, turning a mock look of consternation on Sherry, "Can I dump her at home and come back to sleep here?" "No way!" his sister cries and grabs his crotch, "This is mine. Now let's go." She starts dragging him to the door by the waistband of his shorts. Suddenly she stops short, "My pictures!" "What pictures are these?" he asks. "These." Sherry takes the bundle of polaroids down from the top of the fridge and hands them to Ken. "Wow!" he looks to Sherry, "Did you do this?" "No Geoff did, not bad huh?" "Not bad?" he says incredulously, "They're great. I want to see this in the flesh." "Well they want to wear these for Mara's party on Wednesday, so I guess you will" "Like that?" he point to their bare chests in the photo. "With a couple of modifications." Sherry replies, "Now wait here a sec, I've got something for Chloe." She goes into her bedroom, returning a moment later with the little box with the Japanese markings and going over to the sink, we here a few clinks as Sherry washes something. Sherry comes over to us and takes Chloe's hand dropping something into it. Chloe looks down at the two inch an a quarter diameter ceramic balls, "What are these for?" she asks, puzzled. "They're Ben Wah balls." Sherry explains, "You put them in your pussy and they make you feel good as you walk around." Chloe takes one and pops it into her mouth to lubricate it before lifting the front of her tunic, and thrusting her hips forwards. With her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth she pushes the ball against the entrance of her vagina, squealing as it slips easily inside. "Hey, can I put in the next one?" I ask her. Nodding, she holds out her hand to me. I take the ball and slip it into my mouth, then lift Chloe and lay her on the table. I then take hold of her legs about the knees and separate her thighs as I lean forwards and push the second ball into her pussy with my lips and tongue. "Knickers first," Sherry says, as Chloe starts to wriggle off the table, "or they might fall out." Ken opens her bag, finds a pair of knickers and hands them to me. I slip them on over her ankles and pull them up, taking her ankles in one hand and lifting her like a baby to get them over her bottom. I run my finger around the waist band and the leg openings (to get them seated properly) and release the elastic with a final snap on her bum as I lower her back to the table and lift her to the floor. She takes a few experimental steps, her brow knotted in intense concentration. Turning to face us from the doorway she exclaims, "Wow! they feel really, really good, thank you." a radiant smile on her face. "Now there's two things you've got to remember:" Sherry instructs her, "Always wash them with soap and hot water before and after you use them and don't dry them before you put them in your pussy, that just puts more germs back on them; and If they ever get chipped, throw them away or you could cut your vagina." Chloe starts to run to Sherry, abruptly slowing to a walk, "And thank you again." she says and turns her face up for a kiss. Sherry leans down and gives her a soft kiss then playfully swats her bottom, "Now git." she says, "And don't forget these." she hands Chloe the box and her photographs. Mara and I hang back as Sherry escorts them to the door, then as soon as the door closes, she grabs my cock and tows me towards the bathroom. "Come on," she says, "you can have a shower with me." As I start the shower running Mara decides she needs to poo and runs from the room as I get under the water. A couple of minutes later she returns and gets under the falling water with me. Two in a shower does not do much for water conservation, but it is good, squirmy fun. I've already washed my hair by the time Mara joins me so I quickly do hers and then it's time for the squirm. Using some body wash of Sherry's, I lather up her entire body, making sure that my soapy fingers find and clean every nook and cranny. Then I carefully ensure that all of her orifices are squeaky clean, pushing my fingers in as deep as possible (just to make sure). Once the spasms in her quivering body cease, she does the same service for me, covering me with a rich layer of suds, being very attentive of my cock and balls. She stops just before I cum and turns me around so she can do my arsehole. She slips a finger inside and wriggles it around before quickly adding a second and then a third. 'No she can't be.' I think to myself but when she forces a forth finger in with the others, I know that she is. I concentrate on making my sphincter relax as she twists her hand to open me up further, adding her thumb as I loosen up. I push back against her biting my lip as the widest part of her hand stretches me painfully. A second later I sigh in relief, as my ring closes on her wrist, all of her small hand within my bowels. She crawls between my legs and tells me to kneel down. As I do so, she drops to a sitting position under me and takes my cock in her mouth. Sucking hungrily on my knob she curls her fingers into a fist and pistons it within my arse. With the sensations of her ravenous mouth on my glans and her knuckles over my prostrate it is only a matter of seconds before I empty my balls onto her tongue, jet after scalding jet, scorching it's way through my pulsing shaft, into her waiting mouth. When my cock stops twitching she releases it, and grins up at me, "Was that good?" "Yeah!" I reply weakly, "That was good. Now get your hand out of my bum, I think I need to poo now." "Eew yuck!" she says as she pulls her hand from my butt, and again, "Eew yuck!" as she looks at her shit coated hand. She thrusts it under the spray from the shower head, scrubbing it with the Solvol. "Well what did you expect to find up there?" I laugh as I bolt through the door, making it into the toilet just in time. A minute later I return to the shower and finish washing. As we stand at the sink brushing our teeth, Sherry sticks her head through the door. "What's all this water on the floor?" she asks, "And why is the toilet seat wet?" "Ah, that's Mara's fault." I say, through a mouth full of foam. "Why hers? they're your footprints." "Well it might have something to do with her having her fist up my arse," I say, "but I could be wrong." "Her what?" she exclaims. "My fist." Mara grins up at her, looking rabid, "I got it in all the way up to here." she proudly indicates a point two inches below her elbow with the handle of her toothbrush. "I heard what he said, I just don't believe it." "You can believe it." I tell her, "I have had things up there before, though this was the biggest." I chuckle, "You should have seen the look on Mara's face after she pulled her hand out." "I can imagine." Sherry laughs, "Usually it's a good idea to start those sort of games with an enema." she advises her daughter, "It makes thing a whole lot less messy." "I'll remember that." Mara says, then screws up her face, "What's an enema?" "Like when I fill up your bottom with the hot water bottle." Sherry explains. "Now hurry up and get ready for bed." she orders and leaves the room. We quickly finish our teeth and dry off. I wrap a towel around my waist, and lift Mara, who has hers over her shoulders, to my hip. As I leave the bathroom, Mara directs me to her room for her book. On the way through his room I check on Mike, he is fast asleep, the bed clothes twisted around his body, which occupies an inordinate amount of space as he lies, face down, in the dead center of the bed, his arms and legs thrown wide. I set Mara down and straighten his bed, he doesn't even stir as I lift his shoulders and slide him up onto his pillow then pull the sheet and thin blanket up to his shoulders. "You shouldn't have bothered," Mara informs me, "watch." As we stand there, Mike slowly works his way down to the middle of the bed and two minutes later it is as though I'd never done anything. So with a shrug of defeat, I pick Mara up and we go get her book from her room. On the way back past the bathroom, I hear the water running and stick my head in, "I'm going to bed too." I tell her, "Are you going to come and tuck us in?" Dimly through the steam I see Sherry's head, "Yeah, O.K. I'll see you guys in a minute." I close the door and finish the trip to my room, snagging my shorts, shirt and Mara's dress from the floor on the way. Kicking the door shut behind me, I throw Mara onto the bed, and drop the clothes on the chair. Mara lays her towel over the pillows to protect them from our wet hair, then jumps from the bed to get my T-shirt from the chair. She lifts it to her nose and inhales deeply, "Mmmmm, you smell nice." she says, rubbing the shirt all over her face. She then pulls it on over her head as I find a clean pair of jocks and put them on before slipping into bed. Mara picks up her book and follows me. Snuggling up to my side she hands me the book and wriggles herself into a comfortable position, her head on my chest and her leg cocked over my belly with her bare pussy pressed into my hip. About five minutes after I begin reading, Sherry comes into the room, wearing a gossamer wisp of nothing intended to be a nightgown and holding two cups of tea. She sets these down on the table beside the bed before getting into bed and handing my drink of them to me. For the next ten minutes or so, as we sip our drinks, all three of us cuddle up together, just enjoying each other's company while Sherry and I take turns reading the book to Mara until she falls asleep. Sherry leans over her sleeping daughter to kiss me goodnight, then stoops to press her lips to Mara's forehead before slipping out of the bed. At the door she turns and asks me if I would like the light turned out. I nod and the only light is that from Sherry's room, a minute later that too, is gone. I wriggle down in the bed until my head rests on the pillow and roll over onto my side, rearranging Mara so that my chin rests on the top of her head and my semi-rigid cock lies along the crease in her little bottom. She gives a contented little sigh and a wriggle, pushing back into me as I kiss the top of her head. Chapter 19 - SHOPPING FOR MARA. I wake up about six thirty the next morning, still cuddled up to Mara's back, but now my cock is fully erect, the bloated tip peeking out above the waistband of my jocks. Reaching down between us I lift my balls over the waistband and push my cock between her thighs so that the tip pokes out in front of her, the shaft resting against her tightly closed pussy lips. Almost of their own accord, my hips begin rocking back and forth, applying mild stimulation to her plump little pussy. I slip my hand under her shirt and gently caress the smooth skin of her belly, moving it in slow circles that gradually widen to brush over her tiny nipples. As I feel the first droplets of moisture along the top of my shaft, Mara moans in her sleep and her hips move with mine. A minute later she wakes, "Mmmm," she says sleepily, wriggling her bottom against my groin, "that's nice." "Good morning Princess." I say, kissing the top of her head. "'mornin' Daddy." she mumbles, still only half awake, then apologetically, "I mean Geoff." as she realises who she's with. "It's O.K. I like it when you call me 'Daddy' even if it's only make believe." "I like it too," she replies, wriggling her bum again, "Daddy." "My little princess." I murmur into her hair. Her warm little hand slips down to pull up against the underside of my glans, forcing my shaft between her soft little pussy lips and against her hardening clitoris. "Pretend fuck me Daddy?" she pleads, rocking her hips against mine. The gentle rubbing of her clit on my shaft, stimulates an increased flow of lubricants from her little vagina and as they coat my rod, my cock begins to slide between her thighs, smearing the slippery juices further afield until I am able to make full length strokes against the warm soft folds of her baby pussy. "Oh Daddy, that feels so nice." she murmurs. "Make it feel good for me please Daddy?" "Oh yes Princess," I murmur back, "Daddy's going to fuck his little girl and make her feel so good. He's going to make her bald little pussy feel all tingly inside." "Yes Daddy, make my bald little cunny explode. Play with my titties please Daddy?" "O.K. Honey, Daddy's going to tickle his baby's pink little titties, so they're all stiff and hard, then he's going to squeeze them and pinch them to make her tiny little cunny feel even better. As I speak, I suit my actions to my words, running my fingers from one crinkled little nubbin to the other, gently pinching and pulling at the tiny little erections on her chest. "Oh yes Daddy," her voice begins to rise, "it's going to happen Daddy." "Sh, Honey," I caution her, "not so loud, we don't want Mummy to hear." She heeds my warning and stuffs a corner of the pillow into her mouth, muffling her cries. I can no longer understand what she is saying but there is no need. As her climax washes over her I know she is repeating "Oh Daddy!" over and over again. "That's it Princess," I encourage her, cuddling her shuddering body, "cum for Daddy. Cum all over Daddy's big stiff cock. Make Daddy's big fat cock squirt it's creamy sperm for his little girl." As her tiny frame ceases to shake, I feel that familiar churning in my balls. "Oh yes Princess, Daddy's going to cum soon. Do you want to drink my creamy sperm honey?" "Squirt it in my bald little cunny Daddy, I want to feel it all warm and squelchy inside my tiny pussy hole." "Oh yesss honey!" I cry softly, pulling away as I roll her onto her back and rise to loom over her. She spreads her legs wide, and arches her back thrusting her plump, glistening mound upwards. I take my swollen shaft in my fist and fit the tip against the tiny hole between her puffy lips. "Yes Daddy!" She breaths, "Do it, squirt your creamy hot sperm inside my little pussy." My fist is a blur on my cock as I groan, "Oh Princess, here it comes! Daddy's squirting the creamy white stuff that makes babies in his little girl's hot little pussy. Oh yesssss! Daddy's going to make a baby in his baby girl's little tummy." Like molten metal, my boiling semen burns it's way from my balls through my rock hard shaft, searing the ultra-sensitive nerves of my angry cock. Shooting in great pulsing jets to fill her immature little vagina. As the last of my cum dribbles into her tiny hole, my arm buckles and I'm barely able to push myself to one side before collapsing to the bed. Beside me Mara's straining body falls to the sheets and her hand slips between her thighs to play with the tiny white trickle that runs from her vagina, the only evidence of the huge load I shot into her baby pussy. "Oh God," Sherry's excited voice comes from the door, "I can't wait to see that happen for real." Startled I roll over and look at her, as Mara asks, "How long have you been there Mummy? Will I really have a baby?" "Since you woke up and called him Daddy." Sherry replies, "You were having such a good time, I didn't want to disturb you. And no you're not going to have a baby, you're too little. But it sure made me even hornier thinking about it. I hope you've got some cum left in those balls for me." "Are you kidding," I mock groan, "I don't think I've got any left for next week." A moment later it becomes academic, as Mike's voice rings out, "Mummy!" "Damn!, He's awake." Sherry mutters. "You two get decent while I go and get him up." She tells us as she leaves. "You better get some knickers or you're going to leave puddles everywhere you sit." I tell Mara, "I'll meet you in the kitchen and we'll start breakfast." "O.K." she giggles slipping from the bed and trotting after her mother. I slip on a pair of fatigues, and go to empty my bladder. Just as I'm closing the door Mara pushes into the toilet with me. "Hey! What if Mike sees us in here together?" I object. "He won't Mummy's taking a shower with him." she says, a moment later the sound of the water confirms her statement. "O.K. then, Who's first?" "Me." She replies, stripping naked and sitting at the back of the seat. "Hold my pussy lips." She orders me. I kneel before her and pry her labia apart with my thumbs, looking into her pussy as she cuts loose with a strong, dark golden stream that whips up a good froth as it roils the water. She finishes with a few short spurts. When she is done, I lift her and drag my tongue along her crack, collecting a small globule of cum that has started to seep from her tight pussy, then tasting the strong, acrid flavour of her morning pee. Once I am sure her cunny is clean I set her down and flick the seat up as I stand before the bowl. Mara opens my fly and takes my cock in her hand aiming it at the bowl, squealing with delight as she feels the powerful stream moving through my shaft. With a giggle she starts waggling my cock from side to side, then as my piss goes on and on she falls silent, her eyes widening in surprise. Finally the flow subsides and she starts to move her head towards the end of my cock. "Uh, Mara," I warn, "morning piss is pretty strong, you might just want to shake it instead." She ignores my warning and I feel her lips close around the base of my soft cock. Her cheeks hollow and she sucks hard as she pulls back, stripping the bitter fluid from my member. The thought of what she is doing, gives me an instant hardon, the blood following her lips down my rod, so that when her lips pull free of my knob, the rigid shaft slaps up against my belly. Mara looks up at me with a grimace, "You're right, it is strong, but it makes me feel so naughty, I don't care." She slaps my cock, none to gently, "And this makes it worth it too." "Yeah! And what are you going to do with it, we're making breakfast." I say, as I wrestle it into my fatigues and button up. She pouts as I help her into her knickers and slip her shirt back on. I then open the door and chase her into the kitchen. We wash our hands at the sink and I get the porridge going on the stove as Mara sets the table. Just as the porridge is ready, Sherry and Mike emerge from the bathroom. Sherry has only a towel wrapped around herself, while Mike is fully dressed and runs for the table, demanding that he be fed first. Eschewing dignity, Sherry takes her place at the table as she is, pouring the juice, as I dish out the porridge. I then take my place at the table, adding sugar and butter to my breakfast before tucking in. As we finish, Sherry speaks up, "Mara, you can shower with Geoff, it's getting on and I want to be out of here by seven thirty." "But Mummy," she objects for Mike's benefit, "he'll see my privates." "So," her mother counters, "he's seen them at the shower down on the beach, hasn't he?" "Oh yeah." "Mummy," Mike interrupts, "where are we going?" "Shopping," Sherry replies, "we're getting some clothes and food and things?" she says trying to make it sound as unappetising as possible. It works, "Do I have to go, can't I stay here with Brendan." "His mum might not want you, after all, she's had you for two days already." "She will", he replies to his mother's feigned objection. "Well you better go see." Sherry tells him, then, "What are you two still doing here? Git!" We 'git', hurrying into the bathroom, where, giggling, we help each other undress, the sticky gusset of her undies adhering to her pussy for a moment as I remove them. After a couple of minutes under the warm spray, Mara says, "I need to pee again. Can I do it on your face again?" "Sure." I say, "But I've got an idea do you want to pretend to be a drinking tap?" "How do I do that?" she asks. "Lie down on your back and push your bum right up in the air, so you can squirt it straight up." "That's naughty." She giggles, even as she gets into position. Just then Sherry sticks her head through the door, "Hurry up you two." "Come here Mummy." Mara calls, then as her mother pulls back the curtain, "Look I'm drinking tap." "Hold it!" Sherry orders, as she pulls the towel from her body and enters the shower. "Mummy's thirsty too." She sits on her heels, with her knees either side of Mara's shoulder. "O.K. go." Mara sends a fountain of pale urine about a foot into the air to splash back onto her clitoris and run in little rivulets over her belly and tiny crinkled titties. A small pool forms in the hollow of her throat, then overflows to trickle either side of her neck. I quickly move my face into the stream, taking a couple of quick gulps of the slightly bitter fluid, before Sherry nudges me aside and avidly swallows her daughter's pee. As the stream begins to slacken I push back in, following the weakening fountain until my lips press against her chubby labia and I take the last of her pee directly into my mouth, holding it there so I can pass it to Sherry in a kiss. Then as I pull back, Sherry looks down at her daughters face, framed between her thighs, "Mummy needs to piss now, can I do it in your face?" Mara's eyes light up at the thought, "Yes Mummy." She says and orders, "Lick my pussy at the same time Geoff." I lower my face to Mara's pretty hairless pussy, dragging my tongue from her arsehole to her clit. I look over the prominent bulge of her mons to where Sherry has risen, standing with her lightly stubbled pussy directly above her daughter's face. She holds back a few seconds as my lips and tongue work their magic on Mara's hot little pussy, then a hot pulse of liquid hits my cheek, some of the salty fluid covering Mara's pussy for me to taste. Sherry waggles her hips back and forth, spraying the warm stream all over the front of her daughter's body and face, pale golden droplets bouncing from the delicate skin of Mara's eyelids, and splashing into her wide open mouth. As the steaming flow slows, Sherry steadies her aim, sending the remainder of her almost colourless piss into her daughter's thirstily gulping mouth. Mara surprises me as suddenly her thighs clamp tightly on my ears, forcing her plump mound even harder against my mouth, gurgles of delight bubbling from her lips as she cums hard. Her contracting vagina squeezing a small gob of my cum into my mouth. Then as her climax subsides she pulls her legs away from me and rolls onto her hands and knees, snorting hard through her nose. Finally raises her head and looks up at our concerned faces ruefully, "That was fun, but then I blew pee out my nose. Yuck!" "Well it looks like we're going to be late." Sherry says, fisting my tumescent member. "Do you want a nice drink to take the nasty taste out of your mouth?" she asks her daughter. "Can I suck him, and get him to squirt it in my pussy?" Mara asks. "It feels so nice and naughty when it squishes in my knickers." "You can do anything you want Honey." Sherry says to her daughter, "But let's make up some time, you can suck him while he shaves." "O.K." Mara chirps dragging me from under the shower to the sink, then pulling my face down so she can smear the foam over my jowls. As I go to work on my face with the razor, Mara squeezes between me and the vanity, only having to dip her head a few inches to take my cock into her warm little mouth. Swirling her tongue agilely about the tip as her tiny fingers slide the skin of my shaft back and forth. Because of the activity in the shower it only takes a minute or so for my cum to boil from my balls and before I can tell her to stop, I send a pearly jet of semen onto her eager tongue. Quickly I reach down and clamp my urethra shut with my fingers and Sherry hurries to lift Mara to sit on the edge of the vanity, supporting her as I fit the end of my aching prick up against the tiny opening between her legs. When I release my fingers the remainder of my cum, flows in a steady stream, filling her baby vagina to overflowing. Mara hops down and pulls her knickers on, settling them with a snap on her still damp skin and giggling at the sensation of my gooey cream in her crotch. She bends over to survey the growing dark patch between her legs and uses a finger to scoop up a small dribble of my sperm from one thigh. She then brings that finger up before her face and extends her tongue to delicately lick her finger clean. While she and Sherry towel each other dry, I finish scraping the stubble from my face, ruefully commenting, "It's a good thing this is a safety razor, if it had been a cut throat, I think I would have." Sherry surveys the half a dozen nicks on my face and giggles. Then the cruel woman hands Mara the aftershave, "Here put this on for him, it'll stop the bleeding." Mara too, displays a cruel streak, pouring an excessive quantity of aftershave into the palm of her hand. She grins wickedly as she rubs her hands together and slaps them onto my cheeks, laughing outright, at my pained expression. After I've dried off and put my pants on, Mara follows me into my room to get her dress while I find a shirt and put on some shoes. When I'm ready I look up to see Mara sitting on the edge of the bed, idly swinging her legs and holding her sandals. "Put these on for me Please?" She asks. I take the sandals and kneel in front of her. She lifts her foot for me, much higher than necessary and the hem of her dress falls into her lap, exposing the soaking wet crotch of her knickers to me. I extend a finger and she presses her fingers into her stomach as she follows it with her eyes as I slowly move it into contact with the sticky cotton between her legs. Deliberately I drag my finger along the length of her slit, forcing the fabric of her undies between her labia, outlining her pussy so effectively that her knickers are basically superfluous. Quickly I slip her sandals on and lift her to her feet, collecting my wallet on the way out of the door. We find Sherry in her room, putting the finishing touches to her hair. Mara lifts her hem to her waist, saying, "Look Mummy. Isn't this naughty?" Sherry looks at her daughter's prominently defined cunny, lustfully licking her lips and replies, "Very naughty. I think it needs to be spanked at least ten times." Hurriedly adding, "After we get back." as Mara starts to strip her dress off. Here do your hair." She holds out the hairbrush to me. With a few swift strokes I ouch Mara's hair then kneel while she does mine. "O.K. let's go." Sherry sweeps up her handbag and leads us from the room and out the door to the car. Mara of course insists that I get in the back with her. From a pocket in the back of the front seat, Mara produces a pocket battleship game and settles in the corner, twisted sideways in her seatbelt with one leg pulled up on the seat. We set up our fleets and thinking that I should handicap myself for such a young opponent, I give her a four torpedo head start. When it is my turn, two red pegs already decorate my board, one in a cruiser and the other in my carrier. I miss and a second later my carrier takes another hit, 'Shit'. As the game goes on, Mara's hand slips under her dress, and I watch her trace her fingertip up and down the length of her slit, pushing the fabric of her knickers back between her labia. From that point on, my game goes out the window, and I go from being only one hit behind her, to hearing her triumphant "B5", as my last sub goes to the bottom while half of her fleet remains afloat. I refuse her the advantage in our second game, and direct my entire focus on the board in front of me, refusing to be distracted. For a while this works and I'm a full four hits ahead, when out of the corner of my eye, I notice that the patch of pale blue between her thighs is a lot smaller. I look and I'm lost, Mara has the gusset of her knickers pulled to one side and her finger is tracing little figure eights around her vaginal opening and the sweet pearl of her clitoris. 'Shit' on my board the date becomes December 7, 1941, while I manage only three more hits on her fleet before her cry of "H6" takes out my carrier. "I beat you, I beat you again!" Mara crows. From the front Sherry says, "What's wrong Geoff? From what I'm hearing, you do well to start with, then totally screw up." "She's cheating." I complain petulantly. "How?" Sherry asks, "She can't possibly see your board from where she is." "She's playing with her pussy at me." "Oh!" Sherry says, "There's a valuable lesson for you Honey. If you make a man think with his little head, his big head stops working." "I know." Mara replies proudly, "That's why I'm doing it." "She'll either go far, or she'll hang." I comment to Sherry." "I know." Her reply echos her daughter's, "She's my kid." "I'm surrounded." I moan and both of them laugh cruelly. "O.K. you asked for it." I tell Mara, "I can't get your mother but I can get you." I set my fingers walking across the seat between us and she eyes them suspiciously, but does nothing as I move them closer to her gooey pussy, stopping a few inches away. As I continue to hold my fingers still, Mara eventually wriggles down in her seat, the lap strap of her seat belt pulling her dress higher on her body. This is what I've been waiting for, as the bare skin of her belly becomes visible above the waistband of her knickers, I strike. My fingers flash upwards, digging into the smooth pliant flesh of her abdomen. Her leg on the seat kicks straight, sending her half of the battleship game flying, as she goes into paroxysms of giggling. I keep up my tickle torture until she begs for mercy, declaring that she'll do anything if I stop. When I cease tormenting her, it is my turn to gloat, "There's another lesson for you. If a girl thinks a man is thinking with his little head, she stops thinking all together. Now straighten up your seatbelt, in case we have an accident." As she wriggles herself straight, her dress remains rucked up to her belly button and she does nothing about it. Her pussy only half concealed as the leg band of her knickers is caught in her crack. When I slip my hand onto her thigh and begin caressing the fabric covered half of her mound, she pushes my hand away, in a snit because I had bested her. "Uh-uh," I say, "you said you'd do anything if I stopped." She sticks her tongue out at me, then giggles as she undoes her seatbelt and moves into the center of the seat and straps herself back in. She then pulls her knickers right off and jams the wadded ball of damp cotton between her legs. As I slide my hand over the smooth skin of her thigh, she drops the skirt of her dress over my hand and pulls a big storybook down from the rear ledge of the car and opens it in her lap. Now, as my fingers wander over her highly aroused vulva, it looks, to all but the most intense scrutiny, as if I am simply reading her a story. For the next twenty minutes or so, I mercilessly tease Mara's tight little box, gently dragging my fingertips along the length of her slippery little crack, rolling her hard little clit between my fingertips and occasionally plucking at it. At the bottom of my stroke, I introduce only the very tip of my little finger into the tiny, hot opening of her oozing vagina. She pushes her hips forwards trying to force my finger deeper inside her tight little sheath and I take my fingers from her mound until I feel her relax. Twice more, I tease the entrance to her vagina and twice more I withdraw my fingers from all contact with her vulva, before she realises that I will permit no motion on her part. As I continue to tease her I smile as occasional tremors run through her body while she forces herself to remain still. Then as the tremors increase in frequency, signalling that her climax is imminent, I switch to tracing the outline of her mound, my fingertip barely brushing her skin as I trail along the creases at the tops of her thighs and across the bottom over belly. From her lips there issues the faintest of whispers, as though she is afraid I will stop, if I hear her. "Please .. Oh please do it .. I need it .. make it happen." As her tremors subside and her breathing becomes more even, I return to her sweltering slit, swollen shut by the puffiness of her labia and as I reintroduce my fingertip to her crack, a gush of liquid wells from her tiny opening, to be sopped up by the wadded ball of fabric between her thighs. Between my fingertips, her clitoris feels as though it is ready to split and I can easily discern the triphammer beating of her heart as the blood courses through the adamantine little pebble. Once again her body trembles with the effort to remain motionless when her desire is to impale herself on the finger that teases the tight little opening of her overflowing cunt. On and on I tease her, showing her the gates of paradise and refusing her entry. Her head lolling loosely on my shoulder as, from her lips there comes a continuous stream of incoherently whispered pleas. Finally from the front seat, Sherry observes, "We're nearly there. You'd better put her out of her misery." I take a quick look around and see that the bush has given way to open paddocks and the traffic is beginning to pick up, though fortunately there is none very near us. Mentally I brace myself for the scream and hope that Sherry is ready for it, but it never comes. As I drive two fingers into her cunt and press down with my thumb on her clit, her mouth opens in a silent shriek, the book sliding to the floor as she strains upwards against the seatbelt. Now I can see my fingers buried to the hilt between her brick red pussy lips, an obscene mixture of pussy juice and semen coating the inside of her thighs and my hand. I pinch my fingers and thumb together, mashing her angry purple clitoris under my thumb as I force my fingers in and out of her spasming sheath, the muscles of her cunt squeezing me so tightly that it is almost impossible for me to drag my fingertips over her G-spot. Then as her sightlessly staring eyes begin to glaze over, I remove my thumb from her clit and gently massage the smooth slippery skin of her labia as I withdraw one of my fingers from her vagina. She draws a long shuddering breath, her climax tapering off as I slowly pump my remaining finger within her, feeling her spasms slowly abating. Finally she blinks her eyes and holds her dress out of the way as she hunches forwards to inspect her ravaged pussy. "Oh boy," she groans, "that was a good one." Adding, "Thank you." as she lifts her head for a kiss. "Ahem," Sherry's voice interrupts from the front, don't you think you should make Mara decent, before, we get into town." Reluctantly Mara releases me, and removes her knickers from between her legs. She shakes them out and holds them up, showing that only a couple of dry patches remain. Silently Sherry hands a container of Wet-Ones to me and I use them to clean up the mess on her daughter's thighs and pussy. Mara then insists on putting her soaking wet knickers back on. After flipping her dress down to cover her thighs, only the slight flush on her face and the miasma that permeates the interior of the car, remains to indicate what has just happened. Five minutes later we pull up at the first set of traffic lights. As we pull into the shopping complex, Sherry decides that the first thing on the agenda, is to get Mara cleaned up properly, so that she can try on some new clothes. We find the loos on the garage level and after checking that nobody is inside, Sherry asks me to stand guard while she gets Mara clean and into a fresh pair of knickers that she had brought along. A few minutes later a grandmotherly type woman approaches, and I ask, "Would you mind waiting?" explaining, "There's a very embarrassed little girl in there with her mother." She barks a good natured laugh, asking, "Too much lemonade?" "Too much something." I reply with a smile and we fall into an easy conversation, comparing my 'niece' and her own grand daughter. She helps me intercept another two customers before a red faced Mara and her equally flushed Mother emerge. The grandmotherly lady and the other two smile kindly at their obvious embarrassment, whereas my smile is for the true cause of their burning features. As we walk to the escalators, Sherry asks, "How did you manage to stop them? All I expected was for you to knock if somebody came." "Easy, I just let the first lady, the older one, think that Mara had wet her knickers and then she helped me stop the other two." I tell Sherry, Adding to Mara, "Oh, by the way, you're my niece if we happen to meet her again." I tell Mara. "You told her that I wet my pants?" she cries shrilly, adding a scornful, Only babies do that." "No," I reply, "I just let her think that. What were you doing that left you so red faced anyway?" Looking at Sherry I ask, "If I checked, would your knickers be just as wet as Mara's were?" They both flush again as Sherry replies, "I'm not wearing any, they were already that wet when I got out of the car." Laughing, we ride the escalator up into the complex. Then as we get onto the escalator to the third level, where the children's clothing is, I look over my shoulder and notice a boy about fourteen years old hurrying to get on behind us. I quietly say to Sherry, "You know there's a kid behind us and I think he might be following you." She smiles at me and 'accidentally' drops her bag, taking her time as she bends over to retrieve it, finally rising with a quiet giggle. As we step off the escalator, Sherry pulls me and Mara to the side and looks around as if to get her bearings. A few seconds later the boy gets off with his hands folded in front of him and a hunted look on his face as he scans the direction signs before hurrying off in the direction of the toilets. Sherry chuckles and I scold her, also laughing, "That was cruel." "What happened Mummy?" Mara asks puzzled, "Why are you laughing?" "Did you see that boy who just ran off?" I ask. "Yeah, so?" "Well, I think he's been following us, looking up your mother's skirt and when she bent over, his gun went off in his pants." "Oh" she says and starts giggling. Suddenly I notice something, "Ah Sherry," I say, indicating the glass panels that edge the balcony. "you might want to step back." Sherry glances over the edge at the small crowd of teenage boys that has begun to form below and blows a kiss at them as she moves off with a giggle. "That was fun." she says, adding, "I think I'll get some new shoes when we've done with Mara." A couple of minutes later we enter 'Kidz Biz' and Sherry moves around the store making selections. Some of what she selects is very demure, innocent little girl clothing, while the rest seems to consist mainly of limited quantities of very stretchy material. Having made her selections, she takes her daughter into the fitting rooms and a couple of minutes later they emerge: Mara is now wearing a black micro-mini made of some sort of knit fabric that is so tightly stretched, that I can see a vaguely defined triangle in front and the outline of her barely concealed bottom, as she turns around. Her top is a matching crop top that leaves her midriff bare, from just above her pubis to a point just over two inches below her nipples. The next outfit is one of the 'innocent' ones, a frilly, virginal white number, that covers her from her neck to a point just below her knees and puffy lace edged sleeves that come to a point half way between elbow and shoulder. The contrast between this and the previous outfit, along with the knowledge of the actual effect that Sherry is trying to achieve, leaves me with a painful tightness in my pants. "I think I better get out of here," I say, "before people start getting the right idea." Sherry giggles, saying, "You might be, right, come back in half an hour or so. If we're not here, we'll be next door getting some shoes." With a quick glance around to see that nobody can see, I rearrange the contents of my trousers and leave the shop, trying to look bored. I glance at the neighbouring shops, noticing that one is a children's shoe store and wander off, looking in the shop windows. A few minutes later I find a bookshop and loose all track of time, coming back to earth some forty minutes later. I quickly pay for my selections and run back to 'Kidz Biz', arriving needlessly out of breath, just as they emerge laden down with half a dozen bags. Together we enter the shoe store and buy a pair of black patent leather shoes and a glittering silver pair with inch and a half heels. We then go looking for a full service shoe store for Sherry. When we find one, Mara and I stay outside while she goes in, wandering off to window shop our way around the level. When we return, Sherry is still inside, so we take seats outside to wait. A few minutes later Sherry emerges, very flushed and grinning hugely, declaring, "Well, that was more funny than fun, but I did get a twenty dollar discount." as we move away. We go down to the car to get rid of our burdens and Sherry tells us about the cute, nineteen year old assistant that was so attentive in serving her. "He nearly had a heart attack when he got down to measure my foot." I nobly refrain from making the obvious joke, but Mara has no such compunction. "Don't you mean 'hard attack' Mummy?" she giggles. (Well at least from her it is funny.) When we finish laughing, Sherry continues, "Well, he took nearly five minutes to measure my foot and then he made sure that every shoe I tried on fitted properly. Well, I eventually choose a shoe and on the way to the counter I give his cock a squeeze. The bloody thing was as limp as a wet noodle. 'Sorry,' he says, 'I'm gay, but you were having so much fun I didn't want to disappoint you.' then he goes on to say, 'But you can tell that cute boy you left outside, I'm interested if he is.' He laughed when I told him your 'times tables' story and says that exactly how he feels about women." I laugh and Mara asks, confused, "What's gay mean Mummy? Didn't he like you?" "I guess he liked me well enough, as a person, Honey, but 'gay' means that he only likes to have sex with boys not girls. So the whole thing ended up being a joke instead of sexy and naughty." "Oh that is funny." Mara giggles. "Enough," Sherry says blushing, "let's go get the groceries." When we return to the car with the groceries and ice for the eskies, Sherry hands me fifty dollars, saying, "I don't want to take Mara over to my toy shop, so will you take her to the one here and get some Legos or something for Mike, so he doesn't complain about Mara's clothes." "Sure," I say handing the fifty back and adding one from my wallet. She looks at it strangely and I explain, "I want you to get a few toys for Katy and Lena. A double ender, a bit smaller than yours and anything else you think they might enjoy. I'll cover the toys." "Right." Sherry says, "O.K. I'll meet you in about an hour and a half, at Macker's in the plaza for lunch." "Come on." Mara orders me, dragging me back towards the escalator as her mother drives off. She knows exactly where Toyworld is and quickly leads me to the entrance. Inside she makes a beeline for the dolls, declaring, "I've got to have another cabbage patch kid." "Why?" I ask her. I'd seen the collection she had at home and from their basically pristine condition, half of them still in their boxes, it looked like she hardly ever played with them. "Pammy just got another one." Mara states, as if it explained everything. "So, if Pammy got a broken arm, you'd want one too?" I ask. "That's silly?" she giggles. "And wanting something that you'll probably never play with isn't?" "Um..." "Right. So the only reason you want this doll is because Pammy has more than you? So you just 'Have to keep up with the Joneses.' Pretty silly huh?" "Actually, Pammy's got the same number." Mara admits. "What's keep up with the Joneses mean?" "It's something very silly that grownups do. It means buying a new car just because the people next door do, or getting a new, very expensive record player, when the one you've got is perfectly all right. Now I noticed that Brendan's dad has a brand new four wheel drive, how come your daddy's still got the Landrover." "Because the Landrover still goes." she replies thoughtfully. "So do you want to be like your daddy or a silly little girl like Pammy?" "Like Daddy." she declares, adding, as she sweeps her arms in an expansive gesture, "He's the best Daddy in the whole world." "So do you understand what I'm saying?" She thinks hard for a minute then says "Yes, it's silly to get something, just because somebody else has one, or because you want to have something better." She ponders for a bit longer and adds, "besides if you spent all your money on that, you wouldn't have any for things you really want." "Very good." I say, "So what sort of toys do you really like?" "Legos." she states firmly. "And I like books too." "Well," I say, "We're already getting Lego for Mike and you share them with him don't you?" "Yes, sometimes." she says slowly. "Sometimes what?" "Sometimes I let him play with them too." she admits sheepishly. "That's not very nice." I tell her. "O.K. let's go look at the Lego." 'Well she obviously knows this store inside out.' I think, as she leads me directly to the Lego display. Once there, she starts looking at all of the theme packs, the ones which assemble into specific things. Now I'd played with Lego when I was a kid and Mum would never get us those, she'd only ever get us the basic sets and in the long term I'd learned the wisdom of her choice. "Mara, how many of those sets do you have?" I ask, indicating the theme packs. "Lots and lots." She tells me. "So why not get one of these?" I ask indicating the basic sets displayed on the upper shelves. "You get lots more pieces. "But they're boring," she complains, "everyb.. Uh. I'm not everybody, am I?" "That's right. Now you've already got plenty of the funny pieces, so if you just get ordinary pieces from now on you can still build spaceships and things, but with one of these you can build bigger ones." I lift her to my shoulders. "Now why don't you see what's here?" I've already made my selection but I wait to see what Mara will do. She scans the shelves for a couple of minutes and finally says, "I've found a good one but it's too much?" "How much too much?" I ask? "Ten dollars, but it's a really good one. See?" she points at a partially crushed set shoved to the back of the top shelf. 'Yes!' I shout mentally. She's picked my choice, it's the second biggest of the basic sets marked down from eighty five dollars to sixty, because it is damaged. "Good girl," I say, "get it down so we can see if it's all right." "But it's too much." she objects. "We'll see. Just get it, O.K." She takes the box and I lift her back down to the floor. Taking the box from her, I open the lid to see what's under the plastic cover inside. The damage appears to be confined to one corner of the box and inside, the set appears to be complete apart from a couple of crushed bricks in the damaged corner. Tucking the box under one arm, I say "O.K. let's go, I'll pay the extra." "You will!" she shrieks and leaps to wrap her arms around my neck, with my free hand I manage to get a hold of her bottom and lift her to my hip. As soon as my face is in reach she starts to give me a sexy kiss, quickly changing it to a very noisy little girl kiss, as she remembers her surroundings. "Thankyou, oh thankyou, thankyou, thankyou." she cries, punctuating her thanks with kisses. Carrying the radiantly happy little girl, I walk to the counter to pay the assistant. "Well your niece seems to be much happier now." a voice at my elbow says. I turn to see the grandmotherly lady from the toilet, smiling benignly at me and Mara. "Oh hi. Yeah, well she learnt a valuable lesson, so I'm making up the difference between what her mother gave us to spend and the cost of this." I lift up the Lego. "What lesson is that dear," I wince internally at the 'dear' "that damaged goods aren't necessarily worthless?" "No," I say, "actually she worked out just how futile keeping up with the Joneses is." "A much more valuable lesson." she says sententiously, then to Mara, "So your nice uncle is helping to buy you some nice blocks." I notice Mara's scowl begin to form and give her a warning squeeze as I interject, "Actually these are mostly for her brother, because her mother just got her a lot of clothes. I'm going to get her some books for her real reward." Mara's eyes widen at this, but she keeps silent as I continue, "Then we're going to meet her mother." "That's nice, is she your sister? And where is she anyway?" 'Oh God, how do get rid of her?' "Cousin in-law actually." I reply, "She's gone to see a friend in hospital." Then as she opens her mouth to speak, I interrupt, "Now we really have to go, or we'll be late." "Oh yes, yes, yes, I understand." She looks a little miffed at my interruption and quickly says, "Goodbye." She then turns and stalks away. "Nicely done," the girl behind the counter comments, "Usually she's good for at least another fifteen minutes." "Oh, you know her then?" I ask as I pay for the Lego. "More like 'about her', her grand-daughter was killed by a drunk driver a couple of years ago, but she won't accept it and now she hangs around here a lot." the girl explains, "She can be a bit of a bother, but she's basically harmless, so security won't move her along unless a customer actually complains." "Oh well, I do feel sorry for her but we really do have to be going. Bye." "Bye sir, have a nice day!" I lower Mara to the ground and she slips her warm little paw into mine as we go to find the bookshop. "Now how much is a Cabbage Patch Kid?" I ask Mara as we stand in the children's section, figuring that she would know that price off by heart. She doesn't disappoint me, "Thirty four, ninety five." she says. "O.K., well you've already had ten dollars so that leaves twenty five dollars. Let's see what we can find." Mara starts making selections and I'm pleased to see that she is getting things that have a bit of substance, at least for a seven year old girl, Complete set of 'Mallory Towers' books by Enid Blyton and two of the three 'Naughtiest Girl in the School.' by the same author. "I've already got the first one." she says. She's a dollar over the limit, but I don't quibble and after I pay, a very happy little girl skips along beside me as she leads me to McDonalds. Along the way I notice a video store and a sign in the window says they hire out cameras. I stop, look down at Mara and ask, "Would you like to make a movie for your Daddy?" I ask her. "Oooh yes!" she exclaims. "Well come on" I say, "and we'll hire a video camera." Ten minutes later, I'm fifty dollar out of pocket for a week's hire of the camera and tripod and a hundred for the security deposit. While we wait, I demonstrate to Mara how a friend and I used to build smash up derby cars out of Lego. Basically long thin cars, (Wide ones used to veer wildly and would fall apart if struck on the corners.) made out of only the basic blocks, built totally solid for strength. We'd then take turns rolling them as hard as possible against a piece of timber. (To protect the walls.) The one which lasted the longest was, of course, the winner. Amazingly in the course of three years of tournaments, we only broke about three blocks and two wheels and later modifications to our designs, using the smaller blocks at the front and moving the wheels back, fixed this. As I'm explaining this, Sherry comes up behind us and slips her hands over my eyes. "Guess who?" "Charlotte the harlot? Rossie the prossie?, The epileptic whore?" She moves around to sit opposite us, "You'll pay for that. The epileptic whore?" "She's a character from the M*A*S*H books." I explain, "Apparently she'd go into convulsions at the moment of conjugation. One hell of a ride but not for the faint hearted." "Sounds like M*A*S*H," she observes, "but I never knew there were any books." "They're by a bloke called Richard Hooker, but you'll probably have to look in second hand book shops. Now what are you eating? My treat." "Looks like you've already done enough treating." she waves her hand at the bag with the bookshop Logo. "And what's this?" she taps her toe against the aluminium case containing the camera. "Nonsense, I brought six hundred bucks to spend and so far I've only spent three. And that's a video camera, I thought I might take a few holiday movies home with me. Now what are you having?" Sherry's eyes light up at the thought of the 'Holiday movies' we'll make. They give me their orders, a Big Mac, a quarter pounder and medium lemonades and I go to get them, shadowed by Mara. I'd noticed Mara's scowl at the mention of lemonade, so I ask in a conspiratorial whisper, "What do you really want to drink?" "Coke. And can I have an apple pie?" she asks eagerly. "Sure. Fries?" She gives an enthusiastic nod and I guide her in front of me to let her make her own order. When she gets to the counter she rattles off, "Quarter pounder, large fries, apple pie and a large Coke." I add the rest of the order over the top of her head, adding fries and apple pies for both Sherry and I as well as the quarter pounder and large Coke for me. When we return to the table Sherry frowns at Mara's laden tray but only comments, "All that Coke is going to make you pee." "I know." Mara chirps happily and tucks into her food. Sherry shakes her head with a smile, "Now explain this." She waves her hand at the books. "Oh, and here's the ten dollars for the Lego, it was a good buy." I close her fingers around the note, "No, it was part of a package deal." I say, "It was like this, as soon as you took off, Mara all but dragged me up to Toyworld and the first thing She headed for was the Cabbage Patch Kids." "Pammy!" Sherry sighs. "Yes Pammy. Well once I got that story out of her, I helped her work out the stupidity of keeping up with the Joneses. Then at the Lego she was telling me why I should get some theme sets, she started to say 'everybody else got them' but thought better of the idea. I told her she could use the basic sets to expand on what they already have and she chose that one. Though she did point out it was over the limit. "So I figured one Cabbage Patch Kid worth of Lego and books was a small price to pay to reinforce the lesson." "O.K. I'll leave it." she says, "I must confess that I chipped in fifteen bucks for Katy and Lena as well. Now what's this?" she rocks the car back and forth on it's wheels. "Smashup car." Mara mumbles through a mouthful of fries. "But you'd break the blocks!" Sherry objects. "Nope!" I say and explain how I'd done it for years as a kid. Sherry is impressed by the robustness of the basic pieces, saying, "I wish I'd put my foot down earlier. Well at least I don't have to worry about one upmanship from her any more, now if you'll just work on Mike." By this time we've finished our meal, so we dispose of the rubbish and head for the carpark, with Mara valiantly slurping at her Coke. On the drive home there is too much traffic for me to finger Mara safely so we content ourselves with building things out of the Lego, with me showing her how to make the best use of limited resources. About fifteen minutes from the house Mara starts to get very ansty as the Coke works it's way through her system and by the time we get there she is squirming constantly, with her face screwed up in concentration. As soon as the car comes to a halt, She flings the door open and runs to stand, bouncing anxiously from one foot to the other, by the front door. With a wicked grin to me Sherry takes her time getting out of the car and opens the boot to get the eskies with the meat and other perishables before she finally opens the door for her daughter. Mara start to take off, but I catch up and restrain her in the kitchen, asking, "Didn't you want to save this pee for something special?" "Yeah, but you better hurry up I'm about to wet my pants." "Would you do that for me?" I ask. "What, wet my pants? That's naughty." she starts to giggle, but stops abruptly and crosses her legs. "Can she pee in the basin, so she can see it in the mirror?" I ask Sherry. "Yeah, but I want to watch this too." "Hurry up, or I'll do it here." Mara pleads. "O.K." I laugh and pick her up and carry her into the bathroom, setting her on the floor while I strip off her dress. I then lift her onto the vanity, to kneel astride the bowl. Already there is wet patch on her knickers, which immediately expands as her legs part and a second later a powerful jet punches through the fabric of her knickers. "Look Mummy I'm peeing my pants" she says then slides her hand over the outside of her knickers, cupping her hand under the flow to catch the warm golden fluid and wet more of the fabric. "Oooh, that looks so nasty." she says, staring intently into the mirror, as she rubs the soaked, almost transparent fabric, forcing it into her slit, she then drags her wet fingers up over her belly leaving damp little trails of urine. "I'm a bad girl aren't I? You're going to have to spank me for being such a bad girl and wetting my knickers." Her hand glides back down between her legs for more pee, which she uses to draw glistening circles around the rigid little buds of her nipples. As her prodigious piss slows, she gathers the material of her knickers front and back, pulling it up into the cleft between her labia and buttocks. Now the last of her pee trickles down her legs, dribbling into the basin as she saws the bunched fabric back and forth. "Oh, that feels nice! Play with my titties Mummy." Sherry wets her fingers in her mouth and wraps her arms around Mara, her fingers brushing teasingly over the tiny pink nubbins. As Sherry teases her daughter I tease her, sliding a hand up her legs and running my fingertips along her slippery labia with a feathery touch. She shuffles her feet apart and pushes her arse out, giving me greater access, but I ignore her implied invitation, keeping my touch light and tormenting as I watch her daughter in the mirror. Mara's breathing is rapid and shallow as she continues to drag the wet material back and forth between her swollen labia, roughly stimulating her clit as her mother pinches and pulls on her nipples. "Jesus Christ, do something you bastard! Stop fucking teasing me." Sherry, all but screams, provoked beyond endurance by my tormenting touch. With my free hand I open the buttons of my pants and allow them to drop in a pool around my ankles. I extract my rock hard shaft, then taking careful aim, I ram it home, burying my prick to the root, within Sherry's petite body. "Aieee!" she screeches, surprised by the forcefulness of my abrupt entry, her cries echoed by her daughter as her fingers pinch hard on Mara's tiny nipples. The sudden pain in her undeveloped breasts is too much for Mara, the added sensation sending her over the edge into orgasm. Displaying the flexibility that only a child or trained gymnast can possess, her legs splay sideways until her thighs are all but horizontal and her cheek presses against the cool glass of the mirror. I hold myself deep within Sherry as her daughter climaxes, her hands have ceased their sawing motions, and now strain upwards, pulling the tightly stretched fabric of her knickers hard against her clit, as her tiny body shakes and shivers, emitting little squeaks of pleasure. As Mara's climax subsides, Sherry supports her daughter, helping her to turn and sit beside the basin, shoving various bottles and tubes of makeup into the laundry basket beside the vanity, to make room. She then pushes back against me, forcing me to shuffle backwards as she leans forwards, supporting her weight on the edge of the vanity with her hands. For probably the first time in my life I am grateful for my short legs, as I do not have to bend my knees much to keep myself within her as she kicks her feet out of her shoes. I slide my hands over her slim waist, bunching her dress up and pushing it off over her head to fall down her arms. I then cup her small conical breasts and seize her distended nipples between thumb and forefinger. There is no finesse to my fucking, just raw, animalistic power, as with no warning, I begin to thrust my raging cock, deep within the velvety confines of Sherry's oozing gash. With each ringing slap of my belly against her quivering buttocks, my fingers clamp hard on her nipples, relaxing only a little as I withdraw. Far from objecting to my harsh treatment, Sherry actively encourages it, forcing her hips back against me and pushing up with her hands, so that her tits are stretched away from her body. After less than a minute, tiny hands pry my fingers from Sherry's breasts. Mara has slipped down to stand under her mother and as soon as her has one nipple freed, she tilts her head back and fastens her lips around the swollen nubbin. With one hand she grasps the remaining tit as the other hand slides down over her mother's belly to take a firm hold on her protruding clitoris. "Bite it honey." Sherry cries, as my hands grasp her hips and further increase the force of my pounding thrusts. "Harder! .. Harder! .. That's it Baby." she hisses through clenched teeth. Suddenly her head flies backwards and utters a sound that is half groan and half scream, her pussy clamping down so hard on my cock that it almost bends double as I force it back into her body. The powerful rippling action of her cunt muscles up and down the length of my cock are all it takes to set me off, gob after gob of my greasy sperm, burning it's way through my buried shaft, to jet from my swollen knob, deep with in the contracting confines of her velvety sheath. From beginning to end the whole fuck has lasted less than two minutes, but the intensity leaves us exhausted, barely able to stand as my shrinking cock falls from Sherry's cum filled gash, releasing a flood of semen and pussy juice to dribble down her thighs. Suddenly I'm forced to take a step backwards, barely able to keep my balance, my pants almost tripping me, as Mara crawls between her mother's legs and shoves on my hips. As she rises her tongue snakes out, licking up the obscene mixture that coats my cock and balls, her lips closing around my shrunken glans as she vacuums my flaccid member into her mouth, forcing the tip of her tongue under my foreskin, to ensure that not one droplet of the precious mixture is lost. She then turns to her mother and drags her extended tongue up each thigh, collecting the overflow, before pressing her mouth to Sherry's pussy and burying her nose between her mother's sweaty buttocks. Sucking hard, Mara noisily extracts much of my deposit from her mother's gooey cunt then pulls back, tilting her head back to look up at me, her grin almost as wide as the iridescent smears of cum and pussy juice that coat her face from ear Grinning back, I bend down and lick her face, tasting Sherry and myself as I lick her face clean then press my lips to hers. I feel her lips tighten in a smirk and then she pushed a gob of cum and cunt cream into my mouth. Avidly I suck the tasty treat from he little tongue, savouring the divine taste of her mother's and my passion. Finally I release her tongue and pull back with a whispered "Thankyou." Grinning she replies, "Your welcome." as she turns and wraps her arms around my neck, lifting her legs to encircle my waist as I straighten, her sodden knickers soaking the front of my shirt. Sherry slowly rises and turns, surveying the room and us. "What a mess!" she says. I look around and have to agree, not all of Mara's piss made it into the basin, there are little puddles of urine where her knees rested either side of the basin and a bigger one where she sat. There is a sweaty print of Mara's cheek on the mirror and clothing lies scattered about the floor. Wordlessly she sets the shower running and motions for us to step into it as she starts picking the makeup out of the laundry basket. I toe the shoes from my feet and step out of my pants as Mara slides down my body and pulls my jocks the rest of the way down my legs. Kicking her own shoes off she starts to remove her knickers, but I stop her, suggesting that it would better to rinse them out first. Peeling the socks from my feet I follow Mara under the warm spray. Sherry quickly finishes tidying the room and takes my shirt and her daughters knickers from me, throwing them in the basket before joining us under the shower. We quickly soap each other clean and dry off, then Sherry and I wrap towels about our bodies, as there is no third towel, Mara remains naked as she follows us from the room. Chapter 20 - MEATING THE NEIGHBOURS. As we walk from the bathroom to get dressed Mike bursts in through the front door, Brendan hot on his heels. "Mummy!" he shout at the top of his voice, "When did...", he trails off into silence, as he and his friend stare at the three of us. Mikes eyes from one of us to the next, but his friend's gaze seems to be centred on Mara's casually displayed charms. "Oh hi Mike." Sherry says, as if nothing is unusual, "Did you have a nice day?" "Um, s-sure Mummy." he stammers, adding in a rush, "How come you don't have any clothes on?" "We were all hot and sweaty from our trip, so we had a shower." Sherry explains. "Together?" he asks in a surprised voice. "Why not? We do it on the beach all the time." His mother answers, trying to make light of the matter. She then turns on Brendan, "Don't you know it's rude to stare?" He tears his eyes from Mara's bald little slit and looks up at Sherry. "I guess so, but Mike told me about her not being a virgin and I can't see anything different." "You can't because the difference is all inside." Sherry explains to her son's six year old friend. "Can I see?" he asks eagerly. "I don't think so." Sherry tells him, adding, "You really shouldn't ask questions like that, you know?" "Why not? Mummy let's me touch her vagina and Pixie even licks Daddy's penis." He says, trying to reason with Sherry. Suddenly he realises that he has let the cat (and half a dozen kittens) out of the bag and his hands fly to his mouth in a futile effort to stuff the words back in. Mara's delighted expression is at odds with Sherry's and my dumbfounded ones, while poor Mike just looks confused. Then before we can stop her, Mara blurts out, "It's O.K. we do stuff like that too." "Really?" Brendan asks, the look of fear washing from his face. "Then it's all right that I told you." "No it's not." Sherry tells him, "You were a very naughty boy for saying that when you weren't supposed to. But that's spilt milk under the bridge, I guess the only thing to do now is talk to your parents." "Do you want me to go get them?" Brendan asks, the look of fear back on his face as he realises that he still might be in trouble. "Yes, but not yet." Sherry replies, "Wait there, while we go and put some clothes on, then you can help us unload the car. After that we'll get your parents." Sherry then walks off into her bedroom. Then a few seconds after I enter my room, Mara follows trailed by the two boys. "I thought you were supposed to be getting dressed." I say to her as I drop the towel and search for a pair of jocks. "In a minute." she says, sitting down on the corner of the bed. It takes me a while to find the last clean pair in my bag and when I look up, Mara is lying back on the bed holding her knees so that Brendan and Mike can peer between her legs and their conversation impinges on my awareness. Not wanting them to know I'm listening, I keep pawing through my bag. "...you fell on the log and that broke the little piece of skin in your vagina." Brendan is saying. "Uh-huh, Geoff says the skin was to stop my pussy filling up with poo when I was a baby." Mara says. "Did it hurt?" Brendan asks, "Pixie's still got hers because Daddy doesn't want to hurt her." "Boy did it ever." Mara says, "But I didn't feel anything up inside just where my pussy lips bumped the log." Both kid's jump, Mara's heel clipping Brendan's ear, as I rise and say, "I think that's enough. I don't think Sherry wanted anything else said until your parents got here Brendan." I quickly dress and take Mara by the hand, pulling her from the bed and leading her to her room. Once there I quickly grab a pair of knickers and hold them for her to step into, then slip a frock decorated with red yellow and blue spots over her head. I then lead all three kids out to the car and start handing them bags of groceries. As we re-enter the house Sherry comes from her room, her hair done and fresh makeup on her face. "Why don't you start putting these away while we get the rest." I suggest to her. She agrees and we dump the bags on the kitchen floor before heading out for the rest. Three more trips suffice to get everything inside, though it is hard to stop Mike and Brendan playing with the Lego on the back seat and I have to be very forceful, to get them to return after placing it in the lounge. I send Mara to her room to get rid of her new clothes, as I rescue a number of interesting brown paper parcels from Mike's inquisitive fingers. Putting those and the camera on Sherry's bed we join Sherry in the kitchen and help her finish putting the groceries away. As the last can clinks in the pantry, the look of apprehension creeps back over Brendan's face as he contemplates having to tell his parents what he has done. Seeing this Sherry decides to coach him in what he is to say. "Brendan, just tell your parents that I would like them to come over and have afternoon tea, so they can meet Geoff. O.K." she instructs him, continuing, "Don't say anything else, I'll talk to them about that, when they get here." His face clears, and with a relieved, "O.K." he scampers out the front door. Five minutes later he returns with his parents and a cute little four year old, who's appearance definitely matches her name. Sherry quickly introduces me to Barbara and Stephen Fields and I look them over as Sherry hurries off to deal with the whistling kettle. Barbara (Barb) is a pretty, slim brunette, in her very early twenties, she stands about five, two and her wavy, shoulder length brown hair frames a triangular face with high cheekbones and laughing brown eyes. Her wide sensuous lips and a bosom capable of keeping both of her kids dry in a tropical downpour go a long way towards explaining a six year old son, when she is barely out of her teens. Her husband Stephen (Steve) appears to be about twenty five or so and his five foot ten frame is obviously built for speed, all sinewy muscle and not an ounce of spare fat on him anywhere. His rugged features and a deep tan indicate a life spent outdoors and when he enters the kitchen, he removes his hat to reveal short, dark, almost black hair, so curly it looks like steel wool. I look for Pixie and find her peering from behind her father's leg, looking up at me from beneath long dark lashes, with flashing brown eyes, her tiny little face is much like her mother's and when I smile at her, the one she gives me in return lights up her whole face. As they take their seats she clambers into her father's lap and her bright little eyes follow my every movement as Mara and I go to help Sherry with the drinks and cake. Two rattling crashes from the lounge signal the location of the boys as they mingle the new Lego with the old. Further rattles and clicks, along with good natured squabbling over the best pieces, indicate a major construction frenzy is under way. Mara takes the cake to the table as Sherry and I bring the drinks and hand them out. Pixie gives me a shy "t'ank you." when I hand her a glass of lemonade and Sherry calls the boys, they only remain long enough to grab a hunk of cake and their glasses, before hurrying back to the newest engineering wonders of the world. As soon as I make a lap opposite Steve, Mara scrambles to fill it, while Sherry takes a seat opposite Barb. For the next few minutes we exchange the usual pleasantries, I learn that Steve is a brickies mate and that he's working on a new resort complex being built to the north of the town while Barb is an assistant in one of the local creches. When I tell them that I have been accepted for a computing degree at college, Barb tells me that she hopes to complete the HSC (Higher Education Certificate) she is doing in night courses so that she can enter college and get a child care degree to start a center of her own. Suddenly into the middle of our conversation Sherry drops her bombshell and sits back to observe the results. "So how long has Pixie been sucking your cock Steve?" Barbara's mug drops from suddenly nerveless fingers, falling the bare inch she has lifted it with a noise that is unnaturally loud in the silence that follows Sherry's bald question. Steve's knuckles whiten as his fingers clench around his own mug and he, with infinite care, sets it back down, precisely aligning it with the wet ring already on the coaster. Only then, does Steve shift his gaze to take in our expressions, Mara's slightly apprehensive smile, my carefully neutral countenance and Sherry's broad grin. Finally he speaks, slowly and with the same infinite care he showed in setting down his mug. "I won't ask you how you found out, that's obvious, but we'll get to Brendan later. What I will ask is, what you intend to do about it?" "Nothing," Sherry replies, "or maybe the kids can join in, the next time we have a little get together, instead of being sent off to stay with their grandparents." "Does that mean that you and Carl have been playing around with your kids too?" Barb asks, she then laughs a trifle hysterically, "You mean we've both been hiding the same secret from each other?" "Not exactly, a week ago I would have had a screaming fit and my kids would never have gone near yours again." "Huh? Then what changed?" Suddenly Barb stares hard at me, "What does Geoff have to do with this?" she asks suspiciously "What do you want to hear about, when he seduced my little girl in the back of the truck on the way up here? Or the next day, when she caught the two of us fucking the next day and decided to blackmail us into letting her watch?" Sherry suddenly giggles, "Now THAT was funny. I suddenly got three times as horny when I thought about Geoff taking her cherry for real, but I was scared Geoff would think I was sick. Mara actually wanted to join in, but was scared I'd find out about her and Geoff and he was just plain scared that Carl was going to rip his balls off and feed them to him." "What do you mean 'take her cherry for real', when did that happen and how did you know about it, if you didn't know about what they were doing?" "Oh Geoff didn't pop her cherry, though he was there when it happened." She pauses and waits for their raised eyebrows, then explains, "She fell on a log." Another giggle, "You should have seen the reaction, when she limps into the lounge at Liam's and announces to everybody in the room that she's not a virgin any more." They both laugh, "I can imagine." Steve says, "What stopped Carl from killing him then?" "Carl's voice scared Mara so much that it would have taken a crowbar to remove her from Geoff's leg and that gave him enough time to explain." "O.K. Sherry, you've had your fun." Barb breaks in, "Now why don't you tell us the whole story properly and then we'll tell you ours." "O.K.," she agrees, "but you've got to admit is was funny." "For you maybe," Steve remarks, "but remind me not to take you anywhere near a coronary care unit." He then looks over at Mara, "What do you think, does your mother have a nasty sense of humour?" All through our conversation, both girls have sat silently, Pixie's bright eyes turning to follow a conversation that she only partially understands, While Mara has been looking on with a Mona Lisa smile. "Yeah!" Mara answers Steve's question, then grins, "Can I have a drink of your sperm? Does he taste good Pix?" Steve turns a very interesting shade of crimson as the rest of us, bar Pixie, burst out laughing, she smiles dutifully not quite sure what the joke is. When he recovers enough to speak, Steve gasps, "I stand corrected, you've both got a nasty sense of humour." "Well does he?" Mara grills Pixie, "Does your Daddy's sperm taste good?" Pixie looks up at her father for guidance and he answers her questioning look, "It's all right darling, you can talk about it here." "Yeah," she answers Mara eagerly, "Daddy tastes real good, he makes lots of nice creamy sperms for me. You wanna taste?" "You bet!, You want to taste Geoff's?" Steve restrains his daughter as she starts to wriggle from his lap, saying, "Later, Sherry's going to tell us a story first and then we'll see." Pixie settles back against her father's chest and looks expectantly at Sherry. Sherry throws a questioning look at me, but I decline, "Not this time Sherry, it's your turn." She sticks her tongue out at me and starts speaking, telling the story of how first I and then she had become sexually involved with Mara. She covers the high points but omits much of the actual detail. Also she says nothing of Ken's and Chloe's involvement and only giving passing reference to Katy and Lena, naming no names. During the recital they say nothing saving their questions for the end. "Do you mean to say that the first prick Mara want's in her, is that monster of Carl's?" Barb asks incredulously, "That bloody thing fills me up, it'll choke her." "Tickle her ribs maybe," Sherry starts to answer, but is interrupted by Barb. "Yeah from the inside." she quips, "How exactly do you intend to get that much prick into that little body?" she waves her hand at Mara who is grinning like the canary that got the cat. "By stretching my pussy first silly." Mara supplies the answer. "That's why we went shopping today." Barb raises her eyebrows at this, while Steve sits back in his seat looking stunned. "You know that realistic 'life' sized vibrator that I have?" Barb nods, "Well, we can't get that through Mara's cervix so I bought something with a little more taper to it along with a few other things today. That's why I brought the shopping trip forwards, so that Mara would have a chance to practice before her Daddy got home." "You're kidding! That's impossible!" Steve ejaculates. I feel Mara take a breath as though to speak and hastily say, "Nope, I do it with one of the girls near my uncle's all the time. You can't imagine how good it feels." "That I can believe." he says, and continues, "So you've been up here, what, three weeks and you've some how or other managed to become involved with three underage girls." At this point Mara absently interjects "Four." but Steve continues on regardless, "How on earth did you manage that?" suddenly he does a double take, "FOUR! But Sherry only said you and two girls from near his Uncle's." I give Mara a warning squeeze to keep quiet, but it's too late. Barb does some quick figuring, "Chloe and probably her brother too! Ken's van was here yesterday when we got home Steve. Remember? And Sherry had the front door locked too." Sherry interrupts as Mara opens her mouth to speak. "I think that's enough Mara. Now If you'll excuse me I've got to make a phone call. Geoff, you go on with your part of the story." "O.K." I say to Steve and Barb, "Here's how it happened. Katy was the first (I guess it doesn't hurt to name names.) and we more or less seduced each other, I knew better, but my Woody kept on doing all of my thinking for me. "The first day I was at my uncle's he took me over to the neighbours so I could swim in their dam, Katy teased me with her body most of the time I was there and towards the end of the day she tucked my hand between her legs and made it very clear to me what she wanted. What she didn't expect was the orgasm she ended up having, nor did I expect to cum in my pants. "A few days later the two of us went for a walk in the bush, after a while she started asking why it felt so good when I fingered her in the dam. Well she's a very smart kid, and her parents hold her back so that she doesn't outshine her brother. I was a bit pissed at this attitude so I gave her the whole nine yards, how babies are made and why it's so much fun in between. "A bit later she told me to close my eyes while she had a pee. Of course I peeked, she was standing right there in front of me with the leg shorts and knickers hiked to the side as she peed standing up. Of course this was what she wanted and when she finished she wanted to watch me. "For obvious reason that was impossible, but what she really wanted, was to see me cum, so I let her masturbate me and I came so hard it hurt, I must have shot the first wad a good ten feet. We dared each other to taste my cum and she really liked it. "We had lunch near a dam a bit later on and I masturbated her to a huge orgasm, then she wanted to taste my cum again so she fingered herself with one hand while she jerked me off with the other, at the end I took over and shot off into her mouth. We swam for a while and horsed around, then when we got out of the water she wanted another drink. "This time at the end she stuck the end of my dick in her mouth as I came, so she wouldn't miss any. To reward her I taught her all about multiple orgasms with my tongue. When she recovered she wanted to know if the same thing could be done to boys. I said 'yes and no' and taught her how to delay a man's climax. By the way, don't ever make a joke when there are teeth that close to your cock." I say in an aside to Steve, he winces as the womenfolk giggle. "We fell asleep after that and woke up as a storm started to roll in. Just before we got back to her place it broke and by the time it finished we were cut off and I have to spend the night there. Katy's brother got caught at someone else's place so I was given his bed in the caravan with Katy at the other end. "That night, Katy got a little over eager when I gave her a trip around the world and broke her cherry on my finger when she came. With that out of the way she decided to go all the way and I made love to her, she came so hard she actually forced her cervix over my cock and that more of less finished me off. "The next day we found out that the storm was a forerunner of Cyclone Katherine and it was going to hit the coast near us. Katy's parents collected Jimmy and tried to get out and back before it hit, because they needed supplies and had to do some business. We got left behind to watch the house because of problems with a thief in the area. "While they were gone Katy and I decided to make the most of the opportunity. As we were getting right into it, Jimmy's girlfriend, Lena came over to see Katy because she was bored. She caught us with my face between Katy's legs and then we caught her with her hand between hers. "She got really upset because Katy, who is quite a bit younger than her was having so much fun, when her efforts with Jimmy had been uncomfortable and unsatisfying. We got to talking, and she ended up asking me to teach her, what to teach Jimmy. Katy and I started out by doing each other orally so she could watch and then we ganged up on her and gave her a trip around the world together. When she came she actually squirted, into Katy's mouth and I had to fight her for a taste it was so good. "Well I was so wired by then, that a touch would have set me off so we put on some bathers, just knickers in Katy's case and went for a swim, so I could cool off a bit. The clothes were a rather pointless waste of time, because within five minutes we'd daked each other. "Back up at the van, Katy taught Lena how to deep throat me until I came. Then they got into a 69 and Katy ended up fisting Lena until she passed out. I used a glass to collect the juice that came from her pussy when Katy took her hand out and we shared it. Then the bloody storm started to roll in and we had to stop. "Lena tried to get home while Katy and I made sure things were secure, but the previous night's rain was coming down from the mountains and we were cut off again. This time I was alone with two young and very horny girls." "Sherry interrupts me at this point, "You better finish up they'll be here soon, Ken said half an hour." "O.K. well we made sure everything was tied down, got in a supply of fire wood and settled up with various parents, including mine, on the phone. That night I found the girls' G-spots, though I didn't know exactly what I was doing then, and then I fucked first Katy, then Lena. Lena couldn't believe it when I slipped up inside Katy's womb either. After I fucked her Katy discovered she could lick her own pussy. That got me up so fast I was ready to do Lena as soon as Katy finished cumming. "After I fucked Lena, Katy got out a porno mag that belonged to her eldest brother and among other things it had a story called pissin' cousins, that triggered our bladders, as the thunderbox was outside, we decided to use the bath and Katy wanted to give golden showers a try. "After we got cleaned up, I brushed their hair and gave them back rubs. To reward me the doubled teamed me and gave me a trip around the world. After that we had supper and discovered that pancakes were a sexy food if eaten in the nude and we had to clean up all over again. "The next day we tried anal sex, they discovered that they liked it almost as much as the real thing and Lena had an effective way to keep herself from getting pregnant. Mara pipes up at this time, saying, "Yeah, I liked it when he fucked my bottom and it felt really good when he peed in it too." "That's quite a story." Barb comments, "I can see how it happened with those two, and Sherry's already told us about Mara, but how did Chloe and I presume, Ken get involved." "Why don't we wait for them to arrive and let them tell it." I suggest. I then add, "What I haven't told you about Katy and Lena, is that in amongst all that fucking and sucking, there was a lot of very normal play, several long talks on morality and even a nudist barbecue that include both our families." "Morality," Steve says, "that's a bit of a joke coming from someone who's fucked four underage girls in three weeks." "The basis of morality I mean, things like not hurting other people and giving as well as taking. Though I did talk to Katy about some of the nastier members of our society and why keeping children ignorant of sex is usually a good idea." Sherry adds her own opinion, "In his own way, Geoff is one of the most moral people I know. He would never do anything to anyone that they didn't want. I think that if a girl said 'no' half way through his cum, he'd wilt like last months celery. "And he's the most attentive eighteen year old lover I've ever met. From what I've seen of him so far he gives all of his attention to his partner's pleasure before he even considers his own. " Barb looks at me appraisingly, "Now that is a wonder. How come?" "I live in a small country town and I'm a bookworm, so pretty nearly everybody, especially the girls, despise me. I learnt quite a few of years ago that the real meat in stick books, was in the letters and stories, so I've learnt a lot of theory and I vowed to put it into practice if I ever got the chance. The first and only girl I had sex with before Katy, wasn't interested in anything except getting me off. I guess it was a mercy fuck, because the next day she wouldn't have anything to do with me and she was hanging off the arm of bloke from my venturer unit. He was sort of a mate and I guess he felt sorry enough for me, either that or he told her I was cherry. "As for my morality, one of my secret vices is girls school story books written before about 1960 and they are full of it. Divested of the claptrap it boils down to not hurting other people and making yourself happy by helping others to be happy." I'm saved from any further questioning by the arrival of Ken and Chloe, they look a little disappointed to see other visitors and it is obvious that Sherry has told them nothing about the Fields', only asked them to come over. While they sit down at the table, Sherry rises to put the kettle on and the boys are ordered to bring their glasses for refills. When they would go back to their Lego the boys are ordered to remain, Sherry telling them ,"I think this should include you two. Brendan, you said things you shouldn't have and Mike, you've heard things you can't repeat." As they sit at the far end of the table their expressions turn serious, matching the mood of everybody else at the table. At the same time a look of comprehension appears on Ken face. He looks a question at me and I nod, then shake my head as he opens his mouth to speak. When the kettle boils, Sherry and I rise to deal with it and Ken follows, however, when he tries to talk, both Sherry and I tell him to wait. We return to the table with drinks and another plate of cake, tapping the boys on the wrist when they bounce from their seats and make a grab for some. When we sit back down, Chloe take a seat in my lap and Mara in Ken's. The boys instead of returning to their own seats, seat themselves on their mother's knees. Everybody looks expectantly at Sherry and she sighs, pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts. "O.K.," she begins, "I think everyone, except Mike has a fair idea of what's going on. A little earlier today Mike and Brendan came into the house just as Geoff, Mara and I were coming out of the shower. That in itself wouldn't have been a problem, except Mara didn't have a towel and Brendan wanted to see what made Mara not a virgin and tried to justify being allowed to look by telling us that he already touched his mother's vagina and that Pixie even licked her Daddy's penis." Poor Brendan seems to shrink into himself, as everybody looks at him and his mother gives an exasperated cry of "Brendan!" "When I saw they didn't have any clothes on, I thought they were doing things too." Brendan tries to explain. "His weren't the only loose words." Sherry continues, "Mara corrected Steve when he counted up how many girls Geoff was fooling around with and Barb easily worked out that the fourth girl could only be Chloe. Now somehow or other, we've got to convince our blabbermouth kids that, even if they think it's all right to tell somebody, they shouldn't until they speak to one of us adults first. "Do you understand what I'm saying kids?" she asks looking at each in turn. All except Mike nod, he just looks confused and says, "I don't know Mummy." "Of course you don't Honey. What I mean is, we're going to talk about some things today, that are very special secrets and you can't tell them to anybody, not even Daddy, unless I say you can. It doesn't matter what they say, even if they tell you the same sort of secrets, you can't say anything, because if you do, we could all get into a lot of trouble." To the adults at the table she says, "I didn't mean for Mike to get involved until he was older." "O.K. Chloe, you're at Wendy's house at a party and her daddy gets you to sit on his knee, he squeezes your leg and tells you he likes your sexy dress. What are you going to do?" "Push his hand off and get off his knee." she replies. "What if he won't let you go?" "I'll yell." "O.K. that's good. Mara the party's over and everybody's going home. Wendy asks you to stay and play some special games, that make you feel really good, with her and her mummy and daddy. Are you going to stay?" "Are you picking me up?" Mara asks. "Why? What difference does it make?" "If you're there I can ask you if I can stay." Mara explains, adding with a grin, "Wendy's daddy is really cute." "What if I'm not there?" "I'd pretend I didn't know what she meant and come home and tell you all about it." "Well we know Pixie checks with her daddy before she'll say anything. So Brendan? You go to see Christopher and nobody comes to the door when you knock, but the door's open, so you go in. You hear some noises from his bedroom and when you look in, you see Christopher kissing his big sister between the legs. What do you do?" "Go home and tell Mummy." he says. "O.K." I put in, "Now what if they see you and ask you to keep it a secret?" "Uh," he seems stuck for a moment, but when he does answer his response is very sure "I don't tell ANYBODY." "Brilliant!" I say, "That's right if they ASK you to keep a secret, you keep it. But," I continue, "if they try to force you not to say anything, maybe by saying something bad will happen to you if you tell, then you say 'O.K.' then come home as soon as you can and tell. Now can anybody tell me why?" Surprisingly it's Pixie who answers, "'cause it's bad to make peepul do fings." "But what if I tried to MAKE you take your medicine?" I ask her. "Vat's dif'ent." she answers. Suddenly Mike, who has been very quite asks, "Does Christopher kiss Kerrie's privates? Yuck!" Sherry laughs, "I have absolutely no idea Honey, those were just tricky questions to see if you kids knew the answers. Christopher probably thinks it's just as yucky as you do." "I know." he chirps brightly, "I'll ask him." "NO!" nine pairs of lips say simultaneously and Sherry continues, "You can't say anything about that sort of thing, ever, or you'll get people in trouble." "O.K. He agrees. "But I don't unnerstand." "It's all right Honey I'll explain some more later." Sherry reassures him. She then rounds on Steve, "I believe you were going to tell us how long Pixie's been sucking your cock." Steve and Barb exchange glances and it is Barb who begins to tell their tale. "I guess I should tell this, after all it's nearly all my fault. Sherry knows part of the story but I'll tell that part anyway, because it's sort of behind the rest." "It all started when Steve got me pregnant when I was thirteen and he was eighteen. We lived on neighbouring properties and because my little brothers were so much younger than me and his brother had already left home we sort of ended up keeping each other company. "Mum and Dad were really conservative and total prudes. Cripes, when the bull got put to the cows they'd lock me in the house and the one time I saw a stallion mount a mare and asked mum about it, she scrubbed my mouth out with soap. "When I was twelve, I got my first period and the only thing Mum would say was, it was a curse put on women and I just had to put up with it for the next thirty years or so. Can you believe it in this day and age my mother still believed that old shit. Anyway she showed me what to do and told me never to speak about it again. "Ha! The first thing I did, was saddle up my horse and go over to Steve's place. He was the only one there, so I told him all about it and showed him where I was bleeding." Suddenly she giggles, "The poor bastard didn't know whether to throw up or crack a fat. In the end he just got very red in the face and stammered that I shouldn't be showing him that. "When I asked him why not, still with my jeans around my ankles and the front of my bloomers, yes bloomers, pulled down to show him my hairless little crack, the poor boy just got redder and even more tongue tied. He was sitting on the floor of his room and he had his knees pulled up to his chest. He tried to look everywhere but at my little pussy, but his eyes kept on turning back to it. In the end he put his head on his knees and begged me to pull my jeans back up. "I did, and asked him again why I shouldn't show him. At first he wouldn't tell me, but I kept on pestering him and eventually he gave in and made me promise never to tell my mum and dad because they'd kill him. As if I would, I knew this probably had to have something to do with what the horses were doing when I was ten, and I figured I'd get worse than a mouthful of soap if I told them about this. "I was right. He told me that when a boy saw a girl between her legs, it made his dong get stiff and hard and that was uncomfortable. 'Why? What's a dong?' I asked him and he asked me if I've ever seen what a bull does with a cow. I told him no and asked if it was like when a horse got on top of another horse and put his thing in her bottom. Yeah, I was that ignorant. "'Sort of,' he said, 'that thing is his dong, but it goes in her pussy not her bottom.' Well this totally confused me, I hadn't seen a cat on either of the horses, and when I said this, it totally cracked him up. Finally he recovers enough to explain that a pussy is just a slang term for a vagina. I still wasn't any wiser but I didn't want him to think I was totally stupid so I didn't say anything and I said I was sorry, because it must really hurt if I made his dong get as big as the horse's inside his pants. "Well that cracked him up again and it was nearly five minutes before he could say that people weren't that big. I was feeling so stupid by then that I just started to cry. "Finally he got me calmed down enough to tell him what was wrong and I told him I was so stupid because I didn't know anything and would he tell me everything about what the horses were doing and what a dong and a vagina were. So he did. He didn't know much about periods, but he told me about how sperm came out of a dong when it was stiff and fertilises an egg inside a mare or cow or woman and that was how babies were made. "When he was finished, I just stood up and took my jeans and bloomers right off and asked him to show me where my vagina was. I didn't mean anything by it, I was just curious. Well he was embarrassed all over again, but I wouldn't take no for an answer, so he went and got a face washer and a small mirror from the bathroom. He cleaned me up and gave me the mirror to hold while he showed me. It was a shaving mirror, so I could see everything really clearly. His hands were really shaking as he used one to spread my pussy lips and the other to point at the hole that was my vagina. "I then asked him to show me his dong, but her wouldn't. Because it was only curiosity that made me ask, I didn't really press him. After all, I figured, it would look pretty much like the horse's. He told me to put my pants back on and took everything back to the bathroom. "He was gone so long, that I went to see where he'd gotten to. I met him just as he was coming out of the bathroom and when he saw me he got really red again. I asked what he was doing and he just got redder and asked if I wanted to feed the joey (baby kangaroo) they were rearing. Of course I did and I forgot all about why he took so long in the bathroom. Later I found out what he had been doing and why it took so long. How many times was it Dear?" Steve blushes and answers, "Three. The first one I barely got my cock out of my pants before I sprayed cum all over the floor and I had to jack off twice more before it'd go down." "Anyway," Barb continues, "We fed the joey and then I got back on my horse and went home. On the ride back, I started to think about how it sort of felt good when Steve's fingers shook as he touched me. Then I noticed that the saddle felt good between my legs and I started to rock backwards and forwards. When the front of my pussy touched the saddle tree it felt even better so I shifted forwards in the saddle and boy did that feel good. "By the time I got home, I was really hot and bothered and my pussy felt so wet, I thought the pad Mum gave me must be full of blood. I was really surprised that there wasn't much more blood than there was, it just looked like I'd put it under a tap or something, so I changed it and forgot all about it while I fed the chooks. "Later that night when I had my shower, I discovered it felt good when I cleaned my pussy especially around the little lump at the top, but I couldn't stay in there too long, because we were running low on water. So I got out and went to bed. "It was a few days before I could get out to see Steve again and by then my period was finished. His parent were home, so I asked him to come riding with me. I took the lead and it wasn't till we were nearly there, that he realised I was taking him to and old stockman's hut that was only used to store wire for fixing fences. He guessed that I wanted to pick up where we left off the other day and he started to protest, but it was pretty half hearted. He told me later that he'd spent those three days alternately kicking himself for passing up such a golden opportunity and kicking himself for thinking about taking advantage of me. "When we got there, we loosened the horses girths and tied them to a rail then went inside. By the time he got the door shut, I had my jeans halfway down and he just stopped dead when he turned around and saw me. As I finished taking my pants off I innocently chattered away about how good it felt when I rubbed on the saddle and when I rubbed this little bump. I stood up and pulled my crack open and pointed it out. "He kept on trying to say something but he couldn't make his mouth work and I saw this big bulge grow in his pants. Again I asked to see it and this time, it didn't take much coaxing from me before he undid his belt and pushed his pants down to his ankles. Inside his jocks I could see a bulge and as I watched, it straightened out till I saw a pink thing sticking out above his waistband. "He took a deep breath and shoved his jocks down and when he stood up I could see his dong sticking straight up with a sack hanging underneath it. I didn't have anything to compare it to except the horse's but I did wonder out loud how could it fit in the little hole he showed me. He told me that it would stretch and reminded me that was where babies came out. I asked If I could get a closer look and he nodded, so I went over to him and got down on my knees. "I look at it from all sides, it stuck out of this patch of curly hair and I could see veins on it and a fat purple knob on the end. There was a little slit on top and a drop of clear liquid was oozing out of it. I asked if that was sperm and he said no sperm looked like cream, that was just some slippery stuff. "I then asked if I could touch it. He nodded again and I poked it with my finger. It felt hot and really hard but soft on the outside. He gasped and I asked if that hurt. He said 'no', so I touched it again and ran my finger down it and prodded the sack, then held it in my and squeezed. That did hurt and he told me how sensitive a boys balls were, so I felt them really carefully after that. "He was breathing really funny by then and when I wrapped my fingers around his dong to see what that felt like, he took a really deep breath and held it. It felt really strange, it was very hot and felt like it had a piece of broom handle inside, but the outside sort of felt like velvet, you know, like how velvet feels when you crush it. "While I held it, I used my other hand to touch the knob on top and I felt the clear stuff coming out of the end. It really was slippery and it made my finger skid over the end of his dong. He gasped again and pulled his hips back and that made the skin where I was holding him in my other hand slide over the inside. That felt really cool so I started to slide that hand up and down while I rubbed the slippery stuff all over the purple knob. "He started say some thing but all he managed was 'Stop. I'm gonna' and it happened, a big white jet squirted out of the end and hit me in the middle of my forehead, I was so surprised that I opened my mouth and the next squirt went right inside. I got out of the way of the rest and he put his hand over mine and slid it up and down his dong till he stopped squirting and the rest just oozed down over our fingers. "'Wow' he said, 'That felt better than when I do it.' Suddenly he noticed the sperm on my face and lips and started to apologise. By then the taste of his sperm had registered in my mind and I decide I liked it. A lot. So I licked my lips and pulled my hand out from under his. As soon as I started to lick my fingers clean his apologies stopped dead and he just looked at me and when I grabbed his hand to lick that he sort of swayed and nearly fell over. "When I finished his fingers I looked at his dong. It was smaller and it didn't stand up straight any more but was pointing straight at me. I could see sperm all over the knob and there was a big drop about to fall off the tip. All I can remember thinking was I couldn't waste that yummy sperm, so I stuck my tongue out and licked it up, then sucked the whole thing into my mouth. He gasped so loud that I really thought I hurt him and I would have pulled back if he hadn't grabbed my head and held it there. "Inside my mouth I could feel his dong getting bigger and bigger till it started to push my head back and I coughed. Straight away he let go and pulled his dong out of my mouth and started to apologise again. I told him it was all right and he asked how I could do something like that. "'Because it tasted really good.' I said, 'Can I have some more?' he nodded and I stuck his dong straight back in my mouth and started sucking on it like a baby. He let me do that for a little while then started to tell me other things to do, like lick the end and move my lips up and down the shaft. A couple of minutes later felt the knob get bigger and even harder and then he groaned and the knob pulsed and he squirted right into my mouth. That time I got it all and I kept on sucking till he was completely soft. "When I let it slip out of my mouth and looked at I had to giggle, it looked like a little grub and it was so tiny compared to the big stiff thing I had seen before. "I then asked if he wanted to look at my pussy and touch it. He said 'Yes' and helped me stand up while he knelt down. I held my pussy open for him, but it was really awkward, so he told me to wait. He pulled his pants up and went outside. "He came back a few minutes later with the horse blankets and laid them on the floor. I didn't want to get my shirt and bra dirty, so I took them off and hung them on a nail. I started to lay down, but he stopped me because he wanted to look at my tits. Even then they were pretty big and when he put his hands over them they filled his hands. As he gently squeezed and rubbed them it felt really good and made my pussy feel tingly. I felt something wet start to run down my leg and I was scared it was my period starting up again. I told Steve that, so he took his hands away and we looked. "It wasn't blood and when Steve felt it he said, 'It looks like you make slippery stuff too.' He then helped me to lie down on the blankets and knelt down between my knees. It felt so good when he touched my bare little pussy with his fingers and spread the lips apart so he could see inside. He rubbed all over the inside of my pussy and pushed a finger all the way into my vagina. I guess a saddle must have got my cherry, because it didn't hurt. "He didn't seem know what he was doing, so I told him the bump at the front felt really good when I touched. When he touched it, it felt so much better that I squealed. He thought he hurt me and stopped, so I yelled at him to do it again. Once he knew that I liked it, he rubbed my bump again. When my clit got stiff and poked out of it hood, it got too sensitive for his finger and I told him. After that he sort of twiddled with the hood and poked around inside my vagina. "I just kept on feeling better and better till I thought I couldn't stand it any more and then it happened. Suddenly it felt so good I thought I'd die and I didn't care if I did. It was like somebody had set off a camera flash inside my head. I don't remember much except that, but Steve told me later I was screaming so loud he was scared the horses would break loose and run off. He thought he was hurting me, but I had hold of his wrist so tight he couldn't pull it away and I was jamming my pussy up against it. "When it stopped, I just lay there with my eyes closed and moaned. I felt him pull his hand away and I opened my eyes to look. He was looking really close at his fingers and sniffing them. I dared him to lick it and he did. "But it wasn't his hand that he licked, it was my pussy. He just bent over and stuck his tongue into my vagina and then licked up the crack to my clit. Wow! I'd thought his fingers felt good but this was better, much, much better. I grabbed his ears and started to scream 'Lick it, lick my pussy.' over and over again. "This time it was like the camera kept on taking picture after picture. I don't know how many times I came and then the next thing I remembered was Steve shaking my shoulder and asking if I was all right. I opened my eyes and he was bending over me and looking really scared. I told him I felt wonderful and he smiled and started to rub his ears. I looked at them and they were really red and I said I was sorry. He grinned and said it was worth it. "suddenly we were both laughing and we couldn't stop. We'd nearly do it then we'd look at each other and start all over again. Finally though we did stop and Steve sat up and pulled me up to hug me. It felt so good just to be cuddled like my parents never did and I looked up to thank him. Well he didn't give me a chance, he bent over and gave me my first real kiss. "That's right, arse about, backwards. First I suck his cock then he licks my pussy and THEN we kiss. His lips tasted really good, but I was so ignorant that it was nearly a month, before I realised I was tasting myself. "By then it was getting late so Steve helped me to clean up a bit with some water from the tank outside. Then I got dressed while he saddled the horses back up. When I got home I was late to do the chooks, and Mum wouldn't let me go riding for two weeks. I was upset that I couldn't see Steve and at night I'd comfort myself by rubbing my pussy while I pretended Steve was doing it. "The first time I did it, I didn't think about all the noise I was making and Mum came into the room because she thought I was having a bad dream. Luckily I'd finished and when she got there she told me I'd have to stop eating before bed if it happened again. "Well it did happen again and again, every night, but she never heard because I stuffed a hankie in my mouth. It did feel good, but it wasn't the same as when Steve did it and I couldn't wait till the two weeks were up. "Finally they were and as soon as my work for the morning was finished, I saddled up a horse and cantered all the way over to his place with my pussy pressed against the saddle tree. Lucky for me his parents weren't there, because I could hardly walk from all the orgasms I'd had on the way over. "Steve heard me ride up and came outside. He had to help me out of the saddle I was so wobbly and he was nearly carrying me as he helped me inside and led me to the couch. He went outside and took my horse's saddle off. "When he came back inside, I asked him how long his parents were gone for and he said the rest of the day. Immediately I ran into his bedroom and started to take my clothes off. I was so quick that he was still taking his boots off and I ripped all the buttons off his shirt, I was so impatient to get him undressed. "Finally I could see what I wanted, and I didn't give him time to get his pants off before I pushed him onto the bed and started to suck his cock. A minute later he filled my mouth with his sperm and I let him finish getting his pants off. "When he stood up I was lying on his bed, with my legs spread and my hands holding my pussy open for him. He got the message and stuck his tongue where I so desperately wanted it. Because of my practicing with my fingers, I was able to tell him what felt good and I got him to use his fingers inside my vagina while he licked me at the same time and when I came, it felt even better because I had something to squeeze on. "After I came, he crawled up and lay down on his side next to me and we started kissing. After a few minutes, I could feel his dong getting hard and pressing into my hip. I pushed him over onto his back and sat on top of him, rubbing my pussy backwards and forwards over his dong. It started to feel good all over again and I guessed that it felt good for him because he started pushing his hips up and down. "As I was rubbing my pussy on his cock I started to wonder what it would feel like inside me. I told him I wanted him to put his dong in my pussy like the horses had done. At first he was scared he would hurt me, so I told him I'd tell him if it hurt. After a bit more coaxing from me he agreed and got off him and got down on my hands and knees. Hey, it was the only way I knew how to do it. "Well Steve was so horny he didn't bother to correct me and I got my first fuck doggy style. He just knelt behind me and started to push his dong into me. It did hurt a little bit in and achy stretchy sort of way, but mostly it felt good and I pushed back against him. His dong felt much bigger in my pussy than in my hand and I grunted a bit as it slowly slipped into my little pussy. "Finally I could feel his hairs tickling my bum and he was all the way inside me. It felt so good, I was stuffed full and I groaned in disappointment when he pulled out. I felt so empty. Then he pushed it back in. I was still pretty tight but it moved a bit easier. Still, his dong was pulling the lips of my pussy in a bit with it and my clit dragged along his cock. "Ohh boy, it felt so good, I started cumming straight away. Behind me Steve was clenching his teeth and trying to hold off. He told me later he knew a fuck should last longer than that and he made me giggle when he said he was thinking of fucking my mother so he wouldn't cum. That made me picture him kneeling behind the fat tub of lard that was my mother and then I pictured my dad in the same position and I totally lost it. Dad looks like one of those starving kids in Africa, all belly and pipe cleaners for arms and legs. And the thought of Dad having to search through all those rolls of fat to find Mum's pussy and then lifting his gut up to rest it on Mum's fat arse while he fucked her, was too much for me. Steve ended up having to chuck a glass of water over me to stop my hysterical giggles. Then I had to do the same to him after I told him what was so funny." "When are you going to do vat to me Daddy?" Pixie suddenly asks. "Do what darling?" "Put you donger in my pussy Daddy." she tells him, exasperated by his apparent denseness. "You're too little, I don't want to hurt you darling." Steve tries to explain. "I don't care." she declares, "I want you to fill my tummy with you're sperms. Pleeeeese Daddy." tears begin to well up in her eyes. "Oh shit, don't do that Pix." "Why Daddy?" The tears are streaming down her cheeks and then she goes for the crotch shot. "Don't you love me any more?" No bawling, just broken hearted little girl. Steve really does look like someone has kicked him in the balls, his face is ashen and he cringes like a beaten puppy. "You're going to hurt her either way." his wife tells him, "But the sting of a busted cherry will go away." Steve sighs, "O.K. darling, Daddy's going to fuck you." "Now Daddy?" The tears are instantly gone, and she squirms excitedly in his lap. "After Mummy finishes her story." Steve tells his daughter and I believe I'm the only one to see the sly little smile that flickers across Pixie's lips. "Anyway, back to my fuck. Steve managed to hold out through my first orgasm with his dong in me and another two before my clenching little pussy got too much for him and he sprayed his sperm inside me. Then he collapsed on top of me and knock me down. It felt so good that I didn't object to his weight, even though it was a bit hard to breath. Finally his dong shrunk enough to fall out of me and then I asked him to get off. "He apologised and I told him not to be silly because it felt good till his dong fell out. We cuddled and kissed for a while and he told me we could do it other ways than like animals. Of course I wanted to try them straight away. He wasn't very hard so I sucked him till he was and then asked him what to do. He got me to lie down on my back and he got between my legs and we did it that way. "In all, we fucked four times that first day. I think the best was when I sat on top of him, because we could both play with my clit. Or maybe it was just because it was the last time and he lasted nearly half an hour before he squirted inside me. "Finally, no mater how I sucked him he wouldn't get hard and we gave up. It was only then, that we noticed the mess we had made of his bed. The bedspread was absolutely saturated with sperm and pussy juice. We pulled it off and washed it, luckily it was a hot day and it dried before his parents got home. After that we always put a couple of towels under us when we used his bed. We had a shower together and I was able to suck one last little dribble of sperm from his balls and then I had to get home. "After that we usually managed to fuck, or at least get each other off with our hands, once or twice a week for the next eighteen months or so. Then one day my period didn't come around on time. I was too scared to say anything to anybody, even Steve. Then I missed another period and I was absolutely terrified. This time I told Steve and we started to make all sorts of wild plans about him getting a job somewhere and me moving in with him. "Unfortunately Mum counted up and worked out that I hadn't used any pads for two months and that was it. She started screaming and yelling and called me every name under the sun. She dragged me off to the doctor and had a test done and that confirmed it, I was well and truly pregnant. "Because Mum was so hysterical, the doctor made her wait outside while she had a talk with me. I asked her how I got pregnant when we had always been so careful never to have sex during my period and that was when I found out that Steve had been wrong. You see, he thought that you could only get pregnant if you had sex during your period. And so, because of embarrassment and misunderstanding when Steve's dad had 'that little talk' with him and because Mum was so hung up on sex, I was pregnant. "The doctor asked me how long we had been having sex and who started it. Then she asked if I'd told anyone who the father was yet and I said no, but everybody knew. That's when she told me about statutory rape and hearsay evidence and that if my boyfriend and I didn't tell, it didn't matter what everybody else KNEW, they had to prove it. She was really nice she even let me use her phone so I could ring Steve and warn him not to say anything. "When Mum came back in she started ranting and raving all over again and the doctor said that if she didn't calm down that community services would probably take all her kids away. It was an empty threat but it sure scared Mum. The doctor wrote down some instructions for me and Mum took me home and called the cops. "They came around and Mum started her screaming and yelling all over again, demanding that they go and arrest Steve and bring him back here first so she could let him have it. The cops calmly listened to everything that Mum had to say and asked me if Steve was the father of the baby. I just told them the baby was mine whenever they or Mum asked. In the end the cops said they couldn't do anything unless I admitted who the father was. When Mum said she'd make me tell, the WPC got very cold and said that from then on, she and community services would be checking up with me and if there was any evidence that Mum had forced me to do anything, she'd be the one in court. "The WPC spoke with me alone for a few minutes and told me that she was sorry I had to stay with my mother but the alternatives were usually worse, unless things got really bad at home. She then gave me a card with her name and the phone number of the police station on it, she wrote her own number on it too and told me to call any time of the day or the night if I had any problems. "Mum was a bit calmer when community services came around, because of what the doctor said. They said the same things as the police, if I wouldn't tell, then there was nothing they could do. I had another private talk and got another card with phone numbers on it. "The next two weeks were pretty bad. My chickenshit dad spent the whole time fixing fences that had needed fixing for years and Mum kept on trying to trick me into saying it was Steve. She kept on making phone calls to his place until they had the number changed and in the end I got her to leave me alone by threatening to say it was Dad's baby. I think the only reason she didn't hit me then, was because somebody from community services was coming around the next day. "After that we just ignored each other, she fed me and did my washing and I did my jobs around the place until I got too big. I didn't care though because I had Steve's baby. The worst thing was, Mum wouldn't let me go anywhere near his place and he didn't dare come near me. So for the next two years we could only talk on the phone when Mum had to take something to dad and I could steal a few minutes. Occasionally the WPC would visit and she would take a letter for me and bring me any that Steve mailed to her for me. "Finally Brendan was born and social security started to pay me a pension and child support. I started to pay board and refused to let Mum have anything at all to do with Brendan. Her idea was to adopt him and then pretend that I'd never had a baby, but I was having none of that. I washed all of his nappies, did all his feeds, everything. I wouldn't even let her drive us to the clinic or buy his food, I used to pay our other neighbour to drive me into town when they went shopping. In the whole two years I remained with my parents I think Dad drove us in once when Brendan had a fever. "Then one day about two months before I turned sixteen, Dad broke his arm and Mum had to drive him into town. My little brothers were at school (I'd had school of the air since before Brendan was born.) so as soon as they left I took Brendan with me to see his father for the first time. "Steve's parents were really cool. His dad kept on apologising for stuffing up his birds and the bees talk with Steve, until finally I told him, 'Shut up, here's your grandson.' They didn't even say anything when I grabbed Steve's hand and dragged him into his bedroom. I guess they figured that, if our relationship had survived that previous two years it was a solid one. We fucked up a storm, I screamed and I yelled and tore his back to ribbons with my fingernails. It was so good, that I vowed that I was not going to go without sex again. "When we came out of his room, Brendan looked very solemnly at me, but my smile reassured him that I was happier than he'd ever seen me. Steve's parents just grinned at us and said they hoped I'd do a better job of explaining all the noise to Brendan than they'd done with Steve. "When his mother saw how carefully Steve leant back in his chair she went over and made him stand up and turn around. His back looked like I'd whipped him, blood was soaking though in stripes right across his shoulders and all the way down his back. 'You obviously needed that bad.' She said to me as she told Steve to go and wait for her in the bathroom. "Brendan just decided that if nobody else was worried about Steve's wounds then he wouldn't either and asked his grandfather for another horsey ride. So Steve's dad got down on his knees and played the bucking bronco for his grandson. "It was getting on when Steve returned, so I kissed him a tearful goodbye and went home. Mum was waiting for me, but before she could get warmed up, I told her she'd regret it, if she said one more word. She took me at my word and we didn't say a single word to each other for the next two weeks. "We did a good job, Steve and I, that day. So I just packed my bags and walked out into the kitchen and said the last words I ever spoke to her. 'Mum I'm pregnant and I'm moving out.'. I picked up the phone and rang Steve and asked him to bring the ute. He asked what was wrong and I told him that I was pregnant and I wanted to move into town. He told me not to be stupid I was coming home with him. I heard him speaking with somebody telling them what I said and he tells me 'Mum says you're coming here too.' "Ten minutes later he pulled up out the front and we loaded everything of mine and Brendan's into the back. The whole time Mum watched like a hawk to make sure I didn't take anything that wasn't mine. As I got in the cab Mum said her last words to me. 'Good riddance you slut.' Steve wanted to make an issue of it but I told him to get out of there. "I'd barely gotten my stuff moved into the spare room at Steve's place when a caseworker from community services arrived. That vindictive bitch of a mother was trying to get Steve into trouble. The caseworker wanted to make an issue of my moving in here, saying I was admitting the paternity by moving in with Steve. Steve's parents pointed out I was moving into the spare room and that proved nothing. Steve's mum then called the caseworker's bluff and pointed out that there was nothing to stop me leaving home at fifteen and by the time the paperwork was processed I'd be sixteen anyway. She didn't say I'd no longer be jail bait, but the caseworker knew that's what was meant. After that the caseworker gave up and left. "On my sixteenth birthday Steve gave me an engagement ring and I moved into his room. However it was another two years before we got married, because Mum refused to give her permission, saying she didn't have a daughter. Steve's dad helped Steve get a job here in town and just before Pixie was born we found a place of our own to rent. "About a year later, Steve's parents sold the cattle station and bought up a place to retire here in town. Then a week after I turned eighteen we got married, with our own ready made page boy and flower girl and we found out Steve's parents had bought this place as well as their own. Their wedding present to us was to give us a mortgage on this place at well below the rates a bank would charge. "We didn't have a honeymoon. Why should we? We had our own more or less private beach right at our door. And that was when things started with our kids. On our wedding night. Pixie woke up a little scared because of the new house and she woke Brendan. The two of them then walked in on us, just as we were consummating our marriage and christening the house. "We were a little surprised when Brendan announced their presence by asking what we were doing. I climbed off Steve, shit, I jumped, and I was about to yell at them when I thought of my mother. No way was I going to be like her. "So I lifted Pixie up onto the bed and sat her in my lap. Her nappy was wet and her plastics were leaking a bit, so I undressed her and sent Brendan to get a wet face washer and a towel. When he came back, he'd taken his pyjamas off, because, if everybody else was naked he didn't see any reason not to be either. "Steve and I leaned back against the headboard and the kids snuggled up between us while we thought furiously about how to explain sex to an eighteen month old toddler and a three and a half year old. In the end we told them pretty much everything, explaining about sperm and eggs (Brendan was very sceptical about the eggs) and how Steve put the sperm inside me and the baby grew inside my tummy and came out when it was big enough. "Of course Brendan wanted to know if we were going to have a baby and I had to explain I was taking special medicine so I wouldn't. 'Why?' he asked. (That word should never be taught to children.) So I explained that doing the things that made babies was so much fun that we did them all the time and I took the medicine so that we would only have a baby when we wanted one. "About then, Pixie grabbed Steve's cock in both hands and said 'soft, why?'. Steve gently pried her fingers off and told her that she shouldn't do that. She replied, 'Why? Wanna see.' and made another grab for it. There was Steve holding his daughter's hands to keep them off his cock and he looked at me as if to say 'How do I handle this?' "I just shrugged and said 'Let her look, she'll forget about it soon enough.' Steve let her hands go and straight away she took hold of it again and started to examine his cock and balls. Of course as she moved his cock around it started to get bigger and this absolutely fascinated Pixie. She got closer and closer too it until her breath was tickling the hair on his balls and he was hard enough to cut bricks without a bolster. Suddenly she kissed it on the end and said 'Nice, Daddy big.' and Steve almost lost it. "I hadn't thought through my decision to let Pixie look at her father, because the next thing I knew Brendan was trying to get my legs apart so he could look at me. Steve laughed at my shocked look and reached over to help his son pry my legs apart. I gave up. I scooted down in the bed a bit and pulled my legs back so Brendan could have a good look. "Much to Steve's relief Pixie abandoned his cock and got down beside her brother and the two of them started to poke around inside my pussy. Brendan kept on asking what all the different parts were called and except for vagina I didn't have a clue. "And that, Sherry, was the real reason I asked you all those questions that got Steve and me started with you and Carl. "Their touch was getting me very aroused and I started to get very wet. Brendan asked if I was widdling and I explained that the wet stuff made my vaginal slippery so Steve's cock would slide inside. Suddenly Pixie pushed her whole hand and half her arm into my vagina so she could feel. Her knuckles hit my G-spot and that was it, I came and I came hard. My pussy clamped down on her hand and I would have kicked the kids, except Steve grabbed my legs as I let go of them. Fortunately the kids were used to hearing me scream as I came, even if this was the first time they'd seen it, because Steve said it was one of the loudest he'd ever heard from me. "When I recovered enough to take notice of my surroundings, Steve was laughing and I asked him what was so funny. He told me that Pixie had said my pussy had hugged her hand. That made me giggle too and I said I wanted it to hug something else. "Unfortunately Brendan had other ideas. He wanted to see what sperm looked like and Pixie said 'Me too.'. Steve was going to jerk off for them but I was feeling wicked as I said 'Let the kids do it.' I got Pixie to wrap her hands around his cock and move them up and down and at the same time I got Brendan to gently play with his father's balls. Once they got the idea, they took turns to masturbate Steve. "It only took a couple of minutes for Steve to cum, and as luck would have it, Pixie was the one holding his cock when it happened. He came so hard, he got the first shot in his face, right between the eyes. The next one got him in the chin and the rest went onto his chest and stomach. The last few dribbles coated Pixies fingers. "I wasn't thinking too straight by then, I just leaned over and started to clean Steve's cock with my mouth. I sucked it clean and licked my way up to his chest and face. When I sat back, Pixie was finishing off licking her hands clean. She looked straight at Steve and asked, 'More num-nums?' "His face looked so shocked that I cracked up and it was a while before I could explain that I took a while for Steve to make more sperm. I wanted the kids to get back to sleep, so I called a halt and tried to send them back to their room. They wouldn't have a bar of it, they were willing to sleep, but they wanted to sleep with us. Giving in to the inevitable, we pulled back the covers and let the kids wriggle in between us. "Now Steve, why don't you tell everybody how you woke up the next morning?" Steve looks at his wife and grins. "O.K. Well it was like this. I was dreaming about the kids jerking me off and how good it felt, In my dream Brendan started licking along my cock and Pixie started sucking and licking the end. "It felt so incredibly real and I was about to cum, when I realised it wasn't a dream, they really were sucking and licking my cock. Before I could stop them, or myself, I started to shoot off in Pixies mouth. Instead of her spiting me out like I expected her to, she sucked even harder and it was only when her mouth filled up that she let go. Only one spurt hit her cheek before Brendan's mouth took her place and he got the rest of my load. "Both of them swallowed the mouthful of cum I'd given them, then Brendan surprised me by licking the his baby sister's cheek clean. Neither one of them had noticed that I was awake so I kept my eyes half shut to see what they'd do next. "Having given me a blow job, Brendan decided to see what it was like to get one and he pulled Pixie's head down to his limp little prick. She showed absolutely no reluctance to suck her brother's cock, so I didn't intervene, but continued to watch. When Pixie sucked his prick into her mouth, he got a very surprised look on his face, obviously this felt much better than his hands and he let his eyes half close as he got a dreamy look on his face. "I looked back down to where his cock was hardening in her mouth. Lord, did I get a surprise, my little boy had a cock that would have put a ten year old to shame. It was as long as my thumb and nearly as thick." Steve holds up his hand with his thumb extended to illustrate. Watching them really got me going and my cock grew until I was as hard as ever. "It was obvious that Brendan was enjoying his first blow job and it wasn't long before instinct took over and he started to move his hips back and forth. He was fucking his baby sister's mouth and his hips were moving faster and faster. He did not know what was happening, but he wanted it to happen and his face was screwed up with the strain. "I was about to intervene, because I was sure that he'd hurt himself straining for a release that wouldn't come until he hit puberty, when he proved me wrong, suddenly he stopped thrusting and I watched his hips jerk as he climaxed. Pixie was disappointed that he didn't shoot but Brendan reminded her that he was too young and she cheered up. "Suddenly they noticed that I was stiff again and they both descended on me. I decided it was time to 'wake up' or I wouldn't have anything to give my new wife. As we hadn't properly consummated our marriage, that could have been a problem. "Just as Pixie grabbed my stiff cock I opened my eyes and lifted myself up on my elbows. Both kids squeaked a bit in surprise and Pixie said, 'num- nums nice. More Daddy?' I told her it was Mummy's turn and she was about to wake Barb when I got this great idea and stopped her. "Barb's a pretty heavy sleeper, so she didn't wake up when I pulled the bed clothes the rest of the way off her and exposed her entire body. She was lying on her back and her legs were slightly parted. I gently pulled her legs a bit further apart and started to massage her pussy. She moaned a bit but remained asleep and it wasn't long before she was wet enough for what I had in mind. "I told Pixie to suck her brother again, which she was happy to do, though she was a little sorry that told her to stop as soon as he got hard. Next I lifted him so he was on top of Barb and I held his cock to the entrance to her pussy. From there, he knew just what to do and he started to pump his hips back and forth. He slipped out a couple of times but soon got the hang of it and I was able to sit back and watch my three year old son fuck his mother. "Barb started to wake up and she put her hands on Brendan's butt, thinking it was me. Suddenly she realised the bum she was holding was way to small and she could feel his breath on the underside of her tits instead of the top of her head. Her eyes flew open and she jerked up onto her elbows to look. Her movement dislodged Brendan and he looked up at her and asked, 'Why'd ya do that for Mummy?' as he pushed his cock back into her pussy. "Barb was pretty wild eyed as she looked around and caught me grinning at her. Once she figured out it was my idea she grinned back and started thrusting her hips back at her little boy. Meanwhile I sat with Pixie in my lap, my cock between her legs and pressing up between her tiny pussy lips. "It didn't take long for Barb to cum, and her cunt squeezing on his cock set Brendan off. He then surprised me by resuming his humping as he started fucking Barb all over again. Barb came again and then it was her turn to be surprised as Brendan's thrusts got faster an faster then stopped as he jerked on top of her. The thought of her little boy cumming was too much for her and she came again. "When she recovered her eyes opened wide in surprise, because Brendan was still going strong. About two minutes later they came together again and finally Brendan stopped. When she recovered Barb looked at me and said, 'Shit I never thought he'd be able to cum at his age, but he came twice without stopping.' 'three time actually,' I said, 'you missed the first one because you were cumming at the same time and about five minutes before that he came when Pixie sucked him off.' "She then said, 'Well if he can cum, why don't you see if Pixie can?' Shit that surprised me and I asked 'You want me to fuck her? Shit, I'd split her in half.' Barb told me not to be stupid but use my tongue. "Pixie didn't really understand what was going on, but she soon caught on when I lifted her up to my mouth and licked the length of he tiny crack. She immediately spread her legs and giggled as she said, 'Nice Daddy.' She was so light I was able to rest her legs on my shoulders while I held her with my hands under her bottom and shoulders. "She wriggled and squirmed so much that I nearly dropped her, so I lifted her down and lay her on the bed. Barb showed her how to hold her legs back while I lay down with my face about two inches from her little pussy. Then I decided to have a proper look at her and pulled back a little. Even with her legs pulled back like that, her baby pussy was nearly closed and I could only just see a hint of pink within her tiny crack. Just below it was her little pink bum hole. "I'd often seen her like this before, but this was the first time I'd looked at her in a sexual way and also the first time I hadn't just finished cleaning up toxic waste. I took a good long look then I used my fingers to pull her pussy lips apart. The inside was only a little pinker than the rest of her skin and glistened with my spit. At the top of her crack was a tiny little pink button, about the size of a grain of wheat and at the bottom her little pussy hole didn't look big enough to admit a pipe cleaner. "By this time Pixie was getting impatient, and she said 'More lick me Daddy.' Not wanting to disappoint my little elf, I stuck my tongue out and dragged it from her little pink bottom hole to he belly button. I surprised her so much she let her legs go and kicked me in the ear. 'More Daddy.' she told me as she pulled her legs back again. "For a few of minutes it looked like she was too young to have an orgasm. Certainly she was enjoying what I was doing, squealing an wriggling so much, that I had a hard time keeping my tongue where it belonged. I was about to stop when suddenly she got very quiet and her movements became less random. She started to push her hips at me when my tongue passed over her tiny hole. I made my tongue stiff and tried to push it inside her and I was surprised when her tiny vagina opened up enough for my tongue to slip inside so the tip was able to touch her cherry. "This let me know she wanted something inside her so I tried to push my little finger into her as I licked at her little clit. Again I was surprised, the tip of my finger actually slipped into her little hole until I was ran into her hymen. I didn't want to hurt her so I stopped there, while I continued to flick her clit with my tongue. "A minute later she had her first orgasm, her little body went as stiff as a board and I could feel her little vagina squeezing the tip of my finger as she squealed with pleasure. I sat up and pulled my finger out of her vagina when she finished cumming and a few seconds later she opened her eyes and gave me a smile that just about had me crying for joy. "The next thing I know, she leaped up and wrapped her arms about my neck and said 'Again Daddy? That's nice.' as gave me a hug that nearly choked me. "By then Barb was so hot that she wanted me to fuck her right then, so we compromised. I lay on my back with Pixie sitting on my face while Barb sat on my cock and fucked me while Pixie and Brendan watched. "Both Barb and I were so worked up that it only took her a minute to cum and I was right there with her spraying so much cum into her hot pussy I thought it'd come out her ears. Once Barb and I had finished our fuck I was able to concentrate on Pixie and a couple of minutes later she had her second orgasm. "I lifted Pixie off my face onto the pillow beside me and Barb climbed off me and lay down on the other side of Pixie. The two of us were cuddling our little girl when I felt Brendan's tongue and lips on my cock, cleaning up the mixture of mine and Barb's cums. "Pixie heard my gasp and looked to see what had caused it. For a second it looked like she was going to fight Brendan for my cock, then she must have thought about where I'd just squirted my cum, because she wriggled from between us and started to lick Barb's pussy. "The sight of her doing this caused my cock to begin stirring and when she pushed her hand in to scrape my cum out I got an instant hardon. Barb wasn't in much better shape and a minute later we both came. Barb on Pixie's arm and tongue and me in Brendan's mouth. "We were both so exhausted by our cums that at first we didn't notice what the kids were up too after they stopped playing with us and it was only when Pixie squeaked in discomfort that we looked to see Brendan trying to stick his big cock in her tiny pussy. We stopped them and explained that Pixie was still too small to fuck and it would hurt her too much. They were a little disappointed but Brendan agreed not to try fucking his sister until we said it was O.K. "It was only then, that it hit us and we started to think about what we had done. Barb and I talked it over and came to the conclusion, that there was no way it was going to stop without going to lengths that we were just not prepared to consider. There was no way that we were going to bring up the kids in the same climate of ignorance and fear that like we had been. "And that folks is how our kids came to be sexually involved with us. I hope you aren't too put off by the age at which they started" "That's nothing." Sherry says, "Chloe here gave her first blow job when she was only six months old and Ken popped her cherry before she was two. Though it looks like Pixie's going to get her first proper fuck a year earlier than she did." Steve looks at Ken and asks, "Do you want to tell us about it?" Ken is about to reply when Pixie pipes up, "You said you'd fuck me when Mummy finished her story and I waited for you too." We all laugh and Ken says, "Later. It looks like you have a job to do first." Steve laughs at this and lift and turns his daughter, so she is sitting on the edge of the table facing him. "So sprout, are you ready to go home and fuck your Daddy?" he asks. "If you want Daddy," she replies, "but I fought we all played games." She waves her arm encompassing everybody at the table. Steve looks a little shocked at this and looks at his wife. She just looks back and says, "If that's what she wants, why not? Besides the thought of an audience for my little girl's first fuck is making me so hot, that I want to take on every prick here." Steve pokes his daughter in the belly, causing her to giggle, "O.K. sprout if you want it, you got it." Pixie squeals with delight and tries to take off her dress, a task made harder by her sitting on the hem. Sherry speaks up at this point, asking, "Wouldn't it be more comfortable on a bed?" Pixie stops trying to struggle out of her frock and we all move into Sherry's bedroom. Sherry and I are the last to enter the room and when we do, Steve asks, "Is that what I think it is?" He points to the case containing the video camera. "It's a video camera." I tell him, "I hired it to make a few movies staring Mara and Chloe." "Well, would you mind taping this for us?" he asks, then adds, "I'll replace the tape and it we'd love to have a permanent record of this." "Shit!" I reply, "Forget the tape, just make sure you don't get a permanent record FOR this." "Not a hope, I'll make a case that'll erase any tapes inside it, if it's not opened properly." Steve tells me. He then starts muttering to himself about coils and power requirements until Pixie, cries "Daddy!" bringing him out of his reverie. "Sorry," he says and explains, "Electronics is a bit of a hobby and I was working out what I'd need to make something like that." Chapter 21 - MOVIE MOGULS. "Daddy can we please fuck?" Pixie interrupts plaintively, reminding us of the task at hand. "In just a minute darling," Steve says, "Geoff's going to make a movie of us and he needs to set thing up." "A movie!" Pixie shrieks, "With me in it, really and truly?" "Yes, really and truly. Think you can wait?" "Uh-huh." she replies, she then notices Chloe fumbling under her skirt. "Hey Chloe, whatcha doin'?" "Gettin' rid of these," Chloe holds up the pair of ben-wah balls Sherry gave her and explains, "they're in the way." Seeing the balls reminds Mara of the shopping trip, she dives on the packages on the bed and asks, "Hey Mummy, whatcha get me?" Without waiting for an answer, she begins to tear the packages open. Sherry grabs one of the packages as Mara reaches for it, "That one's not for you, it's for Katy and Lena." Ignoring Mara and her explorations, I open the case and grab the manual for the camera. A quick skim through tells me all I need to know and I start taking things out of the case. In the case with the camera is a small high power flood light which can be mounted on the camera, the instructions say that with the light, battery life is reduced to ten minutes, so I set it up to run off the mains and drop in a cassette. Mara is playing around with something from one of the packages and I decide to use her for a test subject. Firing up the flood and turning it on her, brings the, to be expected, result. She looks directly at the camera and speaks rather stiltedly, as she holds up a small triangular device with straps. "See what my Mummy got for me at the shops." I sigh and point to the 'record LED' next to the lens, "See this light, you've got to wait for it to come on, because that means the camera is working. O.K.?" "O.K.," she replies, "can we try again?" I lift the camera back to my eye and watch Mara through the viewfinder. She is seated rather stiffly, with her hands in her lap, squinting a little because of the flood she waits for the red light. When I start the camera rolling, her face looses what little expression that remains and she woodenly recites, "See what Mummy got for me at the shops. How does it work Mummy?" Sherry's acting is not much better as she moves into the picture and begins to explain, her glance flicking between the camera, her daughter and the object of interest, "It's a Venus butterfly Honey, you wear it inside your knickers and it buzzes on your clit. You turn it on and off with this." "Oh, can we try it Mummy?" Mara asks as she pulls her frock off, maintaining eye contact with the camera till the last second and regaining it as soon as the dress clears her head. Standing she keeps her eye on the camera as she stoops and slips her knickers off. Sherry straps the device on her daughter, tying the elastic straps at the back to make it fit and flicks the switch on the control. Nothing happens and flushing red she gets the battery from the packet and slips it into the control box. This time when Sherry activates the switch, a very faint hum can be heard and the first real expression appears on Mara's face. Her eyes widen in surprises and her mouth forms a little 'O'. Sinking to sit on the bed, her eyes loose their lock with the camera and she looks down at the gently humming device covering the top of her hairless little slit. Concentrating on the feelings emanating from her clit, she now ignores the camera and her fingers move to poke the plastic box at the junction of her legs. She gasps at the change in sensations and one hand moves to rub her nipples as the other slips further between her legs and she starts massaging her pussy lips. I start to experiment with the different functions of the camera, zooming in for a tight shot of the expression on her face and then panning down her body just in time to catch her fingers disappearing into her vagina. I hear a click and the faint hum from the butterfly rises in pitch as Sherry increases the power setting. I zoom back out until Mara's entire body is framed in the viewfinder as she falls onto her back, moaning softly. Mara's fingers are a blur, the heel of her hand constantly shifting the mechanical masturbator on her clit. Sherry's voice suddenly intrudes from off camera, "Just think Honey. Daddy's going to see this when he gets home." For a moment I curse her interference as Mara is reminded that her actions are being recorded and she looks straight into the camera. However her orgasm catches up with her, her eyes roll back in her head and she arches clear of the bed as she squeals in pleasure. Loosing sight of her face I tighten the shot until her wide spread feet are firmly planted on the bed at the bottom of the frame and just above the centre, four fingers of her right hand are deeply embedded in her vagina. As her orgasm subsides and she falls back to the bed I zoom in on her face. Her eyes are half lidded and her lips as slightly parted in post-orgasmic repose. I can see her nostrils flaring with each shuddering breath she takes. Suddenly she remembers the camera and her eyes open wide as she once more stares at the lens. Seeing this, I stop recording and kill the flood before setting the camera on the table beside the bed. I say, "We need to see how that went. I only get one take for the main feature and I don't want to stuff it up." I pop the tape from the camera and all of us move out into the lounge room. I turn on the TV and push the tape into the VCR, rewinding it as the TV warms up. As I sit down on the floor between Sherry's knees , Chloe, who has been shadowing me, plonks herself in my lap, lifts her skirt and tucks my fingers into her knickers. I idly fondle Chloe's damp mound as I wait for the tape to finish rewinding then press play on the remote as the tape comes to a halt. There is a few seconds of snow, then the picture stabilises. We watch Mara's normally mobile features stiffen and listen to hers and Sherry's stilted words. Suddenly Mara's voice rings our, filled with dismay, "I sound an idiot!" I turn to look at her and she has her face half turned to Ken's shoulder as she watches the screen out of the corner of her eye. I turn back to the TV and examine the picture critically. The close ups aren't too bad, but in the wider shots, the areas outside the reach of the flood are dim and hard to see. We watch the short sequence through to the end, and I'm pleased to see that where Mara looked into the camera, just before she came, actually looks good, the blissful expression on her face easily recognisable. We can actually see her labia alternate between red and white as she cums on her hand. As the picture dissolves into static, Steve comments, "Good camera work, but We're going to need more light. I've got a few portable floodlights, I'll get them and some patch cables so we can set up the TV as a monitor." As he rises, I have a thought and turn to Barb. "You say you work in a creche, do you by any chance have any teething gel at home?" "I think so." she replies, adding, "That's not a bad idea, it should take some of the sting out of having her hymen torn." "And Steve can use it too," I say, "I once read about a bloke using it to desensitise his cock so he'd last longer." Sherry decides, that with all the extra light, my room in the centre of the house should be used as the studio, and while Barb and Steve go to collect things, she sends the kids out to play in the pool. Then she, Ken and I start to rearrange the furniture, moving the wardrobe and dresser out into Mike's room and shifting the bed into the middle of the floor. As I was moving the wardrobe, I'd noticed something odd about the base and once we had the room arranged to Sherry's liking, I go and investigate. Tilting the wardrobe back against the wall, I feel underneath it, the air space that should be there is all but missing. The wardrobe has a false bottom. I call Sherry and show her what I have found. She says "I didn't know that was there. This wardrobe is Carl's, he brought it with him when we got married. Now let's see what my husband has been hiding all these years." We remove the boxes and piles of books that fill the bottom of the wardrobe and begin a minute examination of the interior after a few minutes, Sherry finds a knot in the timber that depresses but we can't find anything that opens, the entire bottom is a single sheet of timber that is solidly fixed in place. As we continue our explorations, Steve comes up behind us and asks, "What have you found?" Turning to face him, Sherry rubs the back of her head, where she bumped it and tells him, "Geoff found a secret compartment in the base of the wardrobe, we've found the trigger but we can't find where it opens." "Here let me look." Steve says. I move out of the way and Sherry shows him the knot. Then she too gets out of the way as Steve runs his fingers around the bottom of the wardrobe. Suddenly he cries, "Ah-ha!" He holds the button in and slides his fingers under the bottom edge and slides out a shallow drawer that is the full width and depth of the wardrobe. Inside the drawer we see a number of Playboys and similar magazines from the seventies. Sherry looks at us and wonders out loud, "Why on earth is he hiding these? We've got much more interesting stuff, more or less out in the open, in our room." She lifts them out to see what else is in the drawer and underneath we find a lot of super eight movie reels and two video cassettes. Each of the reels is marked with a date and the cassettes are also dated in such a way that it is obvious that the films have been compiled onto the tapes. As Sherry is trying to puzzle these out I remove the last two items in the drawer. A brown paper bag containing what feels like some more magazines and a photo album. I hand the bag to Steve and I'm about to open the album when Sherry speaks, "These dates go from before I met Carl until just before our wedding. But I still don't understand why they're hidden here." I open the album and the answer is there, While I'm trying to pick my jaw up, Steve says from behind me, "I think these might explain things." Sherry looks and her jaw drops, her mouth works soundlessly for a few seconds before she gets her voice under control. Incredulously she exclaims, "That's his little sister Cheryl!" She snatches the album from my hands and starts to flick through it. The first page shows a photo series of a little girl about eight years old stripping for the camera, the last one on the page showing her holding her the lips of her bald little pussy open. On the next page is a similar set showing Carl, at about sixteen, the last picture has him standing in profile with an impressive hardon, almost as big as it is today, sticking out from his groin at a forty five degree angle. Barb and Ken come up behind us as Sherry continues to page through the album. Barb's voice surprises us as she observes, "It looks like Carl's got a dirty little secret. Somehow, I don't think Mara's going to have any trouble seducing her Daddy. Or her grandad." She adds as Sherry turns the page to reveal a six year old Cheryl sucking the huge cock of a man who bears a passing resemblance to Carl. Five dripping and naked children enter the room and Mara asks curiously, "Whatcha doin' Mummy? Are you ready yet?" Sherry answers, "Um, no, not yet. Geoff found something interesting, that Daddy had hidden and we stopped to look at it." "What is it Mummy, can I see?" Without waiting for permission Mara comes over and looks over her mother's shoulder. "That's Grandad! Wow he's sure got a big cock! Who's she?" All the other kids crowd around us as Sherry answers, "That's your Auntie Cheryl, when she was little, Honey." Her voice is a little distracted as she is still coming to grips with her newfound knowledge about her husband. "Wow Grandad and Auntie Cheryl did things together? Is Daddy in there? Can I see? Does this mean Daddy wants to fuck me?" Mara excitedly jabbers, running her questions together and not waiting for a response. Sherry holds her hand up to still her excited daughter, "Yes, yes, yes and yes I don't think there will be any problems getting Daddy to fuck you. Why don't we look at this together while the men get the lights and things set up?" "O.K. Mummy." Mara answers. "What's in the bag?" she snatches all but the forgotten paper bag from Steve's fingers and three slim magazines fall to the floor. One of them lies open, revealing a full center spread. Twin girls, about ten years old and two boys of about eleven and sixteen. The sixteen year old is lying on his back with one of the twins impaled on his cock, the other is on her hands and knees between the older boy's legs, licking her sister's hairless cunny, and the younger boy is fucking the kneeling girl from behind. "Wow it's got pictures of kids fucking." Chloe snatches it up and starts leafing through it. "I can't read the writing." she complains. I look at one of the other magazines and discover that the printing is in German. "It's in German." I inform her. "But I want to know what it says." Chloe pouts. "I wouldn't worry about it." Sherry says, "Make up your own story and if these are anything like regular adult magazines, it'll be close enough." Barb takes a seat on the floor beside Sherry and the kids crowd around them. While Steve, Ken and I would like to continue looking at the pictures, we decide that making our own would be even more fun, so we tear ourselves away and head for the pile of equipment Steve has left by the front door. There are two five hundred watt quartz halogen floods and four one hundred an fifty watt incandescents. There are also a number of portable dimmers and several coiled extension cords. We carry these into my bedroom and Steve comments, "We need to get these up near the ceiling or they'll overload the camera." He then calls out, "Sherry, can we drill these walls, so we can mount the lights?" She yells back, "Yeah go for it, just don't make too big a mess." "O.K., we won't." Steve replies. He then sends me down to the garage for the stepladder. When I return he has out a cordless drill, a studfinder and a packet of screws laid out on the bed. Setting up the ladder in the corner, he finds a stud and mounts the first of the smaller floods. Working quickly he mount the rest of the lights, the four smaller ones in the corners and the larger two, on either side of the bed. He then wires them together with the dimmers, taping the cords to the wall near the ceiling with a single cord running down in one corner to a power point. He switches them on and the room is flooded with light, the only shadows being under the bed. Next we carry the TV and video recorder into the room and set them up on a small table in the corner. Steve gets the patch cables, which appear to be bought cables with long lengths of coax spliced into them. He connects the camera and the VCR together and tapes the cables into a neat bundle with the power cable, so that whoever is operating the camera is able to move freely. He switches the camera on and does something to the VCR and a picture of the corner of the bed appears on the screen. Steve picks up the camera and pans around the room, zooming in on my selfconsciously grinning face. He mounts the camera on the tripod and makes a few minor adjustments to the get the light even then calls "O.K. We're ready." Mere seconds later the kids fly into the room and jump onto the bed. Only marginally slower, Sherry and Barb are close behind them. For a few brief moments, the kids wrestle on the bed, then one by one they come to a halt, staring at themselves on the TV. Pixie's face is particularly funny as she faces the camera, her eyes crossing as she tries to look at the screen at the same time, finally she manages the feat and bursts into giggles as she sees her expression. "O.K.," I say, "That's something we have to fix. Kids, you can't look at the camera or the TV like that, you've got to pretend it's not there. Otherwise you'll look as silly as Mara did before, or Pixie did just now. The same goes for when you speak, don't think about what you are going to say, just say whatever comes into your head and look at whoever you are speaking too, not the camera. You only look at the camera if you're saying something to the people watching the movie." Sherry then says, "Brendan, you wanted to see how Mara was different, now that she's not a virgin." He nods and she continues, "Well why don't the girls all lie down on the bed so we can see? We'll use the camera too and that way you can all see just what you look like on the screen." "But Geoff just said, don't look at the TV." Chloe says, a little confused. "This is different," Sherry explains, "but you're right, normally you don't." Giggling, the three girls push the boys off the bed and lie back pulling their knees into their armpits, Pixie between the two older girls. Steve moves behind the camera and takes aim at the girls, getting all three in the frame. Ken then surprises us by moving to sit next to his sister and starting a fairly professional documentary style commentary. "Here we have three young girls and they are going to show us, what makes a girl a virgin. This is my little sister Chloe, she is seven years old and I've been fucking her since she was five years old. As you..." Steve calls, "Stop!", bringing Ken's commentary to a halt, "I want to record this. Where did you learn that?" Ken replies a little self consciously, "I do drama at school, my teacher reckons I'm O.K." "In that case you've just volunteered to be director and producer for this little company." Steve tells him. He than loads a tape into the camera and asks, "O.K. mister director, what do you want us to do?" Ken swiftly gives instructions to Steve and all of the kids and takes a seat on the corner of the bed with Brendan and Mike sitting in the middle and the girls standing to one side. Steve dismounts the camera from the tripod and lifts it to his eye. He gets all three boys in the frame and begins recording. When the red light comes on, Ken waits a few seconds and begins. "Hi, I'm Ken and the boys with me are Brendan who is six years old and his best friend Mike, who is five." The camera zooms in on Brendan's face as he is introduced then pans to Mike before pulling back. "Earlier today, Mike told Brendan that his sister, Mara, was no longer a virgin and Brendan wanted to know how she was different to his little sister, Pixie. "O.K. girls, why don't you come over here so they can see the difference?" Giggling selfconsciously, the three girls move to stand beside Ken at the foot of the bed and Ken pulls Chloe to stand between his knees. "This is my little sister Chloe," the camera zooms in on her face then pans down her body as Ken continues, "she is seven years old and I've been fucking her since her fifth birthday." Next he draws, Mara in to take Chloe's place between his knees. "This is my little sister's best friend, Mara, she is Mike's sister and she is seven years old too, but her birthday is net week. A few days ago, she had an accident. She slipped and fell on a log and that tore her hymen, she is waiting for her father to come home at the end of the week, so that he can fuck her and take her virginity properly. Finally Pixie moves between his knees, shouldering Mara out of the way, "And this, impatient little one, is Pixie, she is only four years old. Today she is going to give her virginity to her father, and that is why she is so eager, she is in a hurry to get this over with so she can get fucked. Ken then helps her to lie back on the bed between the two boys and they lift and separate her legs, exposing her glistening vulva to the camera. "As you can see her tiny little pussy is very tight and when I pull her pussy lips apart you can see her hymen inside her pussy." The other four children move their heads are close together over Pixie's pussy and Ken has to pull Mara back a little as she is blocking the view. Ken takes his hands away from the little twat and addresses the children "Now kids, why don't you, one at a time, very gently feel her pussy? That way, you can see what a little girls virgin pussy feels like. Mara, you're the eldest, you go first." Mara leans forwards, getting in the way of the camera again and Ken unobtrusively guides her into a more suitable position. She extends her hands and separates Pixies plump little pussy lips, slipping the tip of one finger into the tiny vagina to feel the thin membrane blocking deeper penetration. With another finger she explores the tiny pearl that is already peeking from beneath it's protective hood. Pixie is obviously enjoying the attention and cranes her neck in an attempt to see better. However Mara's head blocks her view, so she turns to the TV screen, giggling when she sees her baby mound being fondled by Mara's gentle fingers. Mara has forgotten the camera and is now concentrating solely on the immature little pussy between Pixie's chubby thighs. Suddenly she lowers her head and licks the length of the Pixie's tight slit. "Mmmm Pix! You taste good." she says and returns to licking. Once more Ken's hands guide Mara into a more congenial position for the camera and tucks an obscuring strand of hair behind her ears. Mara laps away for a little while, then, just as Ken is about to intervene, Chloe beats him to it, "Don't be a pig Mara, let someone else have a go." She then tussles with her friend, trying to push her out of the way. While they are wrestling over Pixies tiny body, Brendan takes advantage of the situation and releasing the leg in his hand he moves beneath the struggling pair and straight away begins kissing his little sister's smooth mound. Immediately the two girls stop fighting and Chloe accuses Mara, "Look what happened because of you." "Me!" Mara cries back, "You started it." "Well I'm next then." Chloe gives Brendan all of fifteen seconds before tapping him on the shoulder, "My turn." Reluctantly He gives up his place over his squirming sister and Chloe begins to explore the virgin pussy with her fingers. She gently pinches an pulls on the tiny clit and is rewarded by a little cry of, "Do it again." from Pixie. Then with a dramatic flick of her head, she swirls her long black tresses over one shoulder and carefully lowers her mouth to Pixie's upthrust mound, her eyes are on Mara as she does this, as if to say 'see I'm better than you'. As Chloe goes down on his little sister, Brendan sits back and starts playing with his rock hard cock. Idly I glance at the movement and look back to where Chloe is exploring Pixie's cherry with her tongue. Suddenly I realise what I just saw and jerk my head back to Brendan's groin. 'Shit!' I think, 'The little bugger's prick is damned near as big as Ken's' Beside me I hear Barb's giggle at my reaction and then Sherry's gasp as she too sees the piece of equipment between Brendan's legs. Mara too, sees the disproportionately large piece of man meat and sees an opportunity to upstage her friend. Being careful to keep out of the way of the camera, she crawls to his side and pushes him onto his back, lowering her lips to surround the, relatively massive shaft. Seeing the movement in the corner of the viewfinder, Steve pans to them, just in time to catch Mara's mouth covering the swollen glans of his son's cock. With deliberate slowness, Mara slides her lips down Brendan's prick, nudging his hand aside as she goes. As she nears the base we see her larynx bob, as she takes him into her throat. Then noticing the camera is on her, she puts her mother's lesson in giving head into practice and starts bobbing up and down on Brendan's cock, releasing it from her lips every few strokes to rub the spit slickened member over her face. She looks like a professional porn actress as she swirls her tongue around the spongy head then gobbles her way back down the shaft. In less than thirty seconds Mara's voracious attack has it's inevitable effect and Brendan's fingers tangle in her hair as he forces her lips down to the base of his shaft and shudders with ecstasy. When he releases her, she lifts her face clear of his still stiff shaft, and looks at Chloe. Her challenging look saying, 'Ha! Beat that.' Steve pans the camera back to the other children and pulls back to include Ken in the shot. All other activity on the bed has stopped during Mara's assault on Brendan's big prick and Ken takes the opportunity to speak. "O.K. Mike it's your turn to look at Pixie." Tentatively Mike reaches out and prods Pixie's pussy lips then jerks his hand back, like he's been stung. "Yuck! It's got girl spit on it." From off camera Sherry reassures him, "It's all right Mike, it won't hurt you, that just makes it slippery and feel better. Now try again." Once more Mike's hand moves into the frame, this time remaining in contact with the smooth skin of Pixie's tiny pussy. "It's soft." he comments as he rubs his fingers over the little girls mound, he then adds, "And it's hot too." Becoming bolder in his explorations, he uses his other hand to hold her puffy labia apart and slides a finger into the pink crease between them. As his finger passes over her little clit, Pixie gasps and pushes her hips up at him. Mike giggles at the reaction he has caused and pushes her button again. Again Sherry speaks, "Why don't you lick it Mike? Like everybody else did. Pixie will really like that and you will too." Mike gives his mother a dubious look but complies, slowly lowering his face to Pixie's glistening mound. Stopping a few inches away he sniffs, detecting nothing nasty, he closes the gap and takes a small exploratory taste. For a few seconds he looks thoughtful as he tests the flavour. He then takes a longer lick that extends from the tiny hole at the bottom to the stiff little button at the top. Again he tests the flavour, then having detected nothing noxious he begins to lave the entire area of Pixie's tiny mound. At first he shows no technique, just unbridled enthusiasm, but as he continues, he begins to take note of Pixie's reactions and starts concentrating on her pulsating clitoris. His eager assault, on top of the other's earlier oral ministrations, soon have her approaching the peak that Chloe had abandoned her at to watch Mara and Brendan. A few moments later she locks her legs around his head and whimpers with pleasure, as she bucks and heaves through an orgasm. At first Mike struggles to escape, but something changes and we hear an eager slurping as he returns to licking her tiny slot. Finally Pixie's legs relax, but Mike continues to lap at her swollen little pussy, ceasing only when she pushes his head away. He then turns to face his mother, grinning happily, "You were right Mummy, I did like it and it tasted really good when she started jumping." "That's called an orgasm Honey." Sherry tells her son, "You made Pixie feel really good." "He sure did," Pixie says, "He's nearly as good as Mummy and Daddy and he IS better than Brendan." Mike's grin threatens to cause the top of his head to drop off, when he hears this and he leans over to kiss Pixie. A moment later his head jerks back. "Yuck! She licked my lips." Everybody laughs at this, the camera shaking with Steve's mirth. He stops recording as he gets himself back under control. Sherry starts to speak, but Ken interrupts her, saying, "Wait until the we start filming again." Once everybody is silent, Steve lifts the camera back to his eye and resumes recording. Sherry speaks, "Try again Mike, you liked licking her pussy and kissing like that is fun too." This time, Mike takes his mother at her word and turns to hug Pixie, who is now sitting up waiting for him. Still he is a little tentative as he presses his lips to hers. He jerks a little as Pixie's tiny tongue touches his lips, then tries to burrow between them. After a couple of seconds Pixie pulls back and says, "Open your mouth silly." then applies her lips to Mike's again. She keeps her tongue in her mouth to begin with and her eyes widen in surprise when Mike takes the initiative and prods her tongue with his. Quickly recovering, she returns the favour and hugs Mike to her, he responds in kind and he soon looses his early clumsiness becoming more practiced with each passing moment. As they continue to kiss, Ken resumes his narrative. "Well, you can see that Mike is getting right into his first tonguie, and from Pixie's earlier reaction, it looks like that tongue of his is going to be very popular with the ladies. "Now Chloe leave Brendan alone for a minute and come over here so we can see what a well fucked little girl looks like." Chloe giggles at her brother's description of her and crawls over to him. She gives him a quick kiss then lies back, lifting her knees to her chest and reaching around her bottom with both hands. Inserting two fingers of each hand into her vagina, she stretches it open and Steve zooms in until we can all see right up her fuck tube to her cervix, lit by the fill in flood attached to the camera. "As you can see the lips of her pussy are well separated, very well separated at the moment. Her pussy is able to open so wide because it has been stretched by my cock nearly every day for the last two years." As he speaks, Mike and Pixie break their clinch and move into position either side of Chloe. They are goggle eyed at how far Chloe is able to stretch her little pussy. "Wow, will mine be as big as that after you fuck me Daddy?" She looks directly at the camera as she says this. "One day Sprout!" he replies. "Oh, Goody." As father and daughter talk, Brendan moves up and starts exploring Chloe's gaping gash. He pulls her fingers from her hole and replaces them with four of his own, pumping them in and out as he twiddles her engorged clit. Chloe expresses her appreciation of this treatment by moving her hips in counterpoint to Brendan's thrusting fingers and then crying out, "Suck it, suck my clit." With a grin for the camera, Brendan proceeds to do just that. Pursing his lips around Chloe's pulsing clit, he sucks hard drawing it into his mouth and forcing a happy squeal from her lips. By working his fingers within her pussy and flicking his tongue over her little button, Brendan soon has the little seven year old on the brink of orgasm. Cruelly, Ken intervenes, drawing Brendan back as he says, saying, "I think it's Mara's turn to look." Mara grins at her groaning friend, 'Were you nearly ready to cum Chloe?" she coos. "Yes and my bastard brother stopped it." Chloe hisses back, throwing a nasty look at Ken. "Would you like me to make you cum?" Mara grins, resting her hand Chloe's knee. "Well, I don't think I'm going to. Remember when we were watching the movie?" Mara slides her hand up Chloe's thigh, brushing her finger tips over Chloe's smooth, glistening vulva, snatching her teasing fingers away when Chloe tries to hump up against them, then laying them on Chloe's other thigh and completing the journey down to the knee when Chloe subsides back to the bed. "Noooo," Chloe cries in dismay, "not that!" "Why not? That was fun." Mara says, "Anyway, I think you've cooled enough for Mike and Pix." She lightly slaps Chloe's shiny mound. "I've seen this before." Chloe groans as Mara moves aside, allowing the youngest two to examine her cooling pussy. At first their touch cools her further. They take a pussy lip each and stretch it outwards as they try to peer inside, then releasing Chloe's labia they run their fingers along the gap separating Chloe's pussy lips. First Mike then Pixie, slip two fingers into Chloe's dripping vagina to feel inside. Pixie then grins across at Mike as she curls her fingers into a fist and pushes it into Chloe's body. Chloe's bottom leaves the bed and she cries, "Yesss!" then "Noooo!" as Pixie withdraws her hand with a obscene slurp. Still grinning Pixie motions for Mike to do the same. Alternately, the two youngest children plunge their small fists into Chloe's willing body, giggling at the wet farting noises made my their hands in her stretched vagina. Chloe cries, "Yesss, Oh yesss" with each brutal looking plunge of their fists into her writhing body. Glancing around the room I see that both Sherry and Barb have their hands over their mouths and in each other's knickers. Mara and Brendan have hold of each other's genitals, but their hands are still as they gape at the obscene show put on by the other three kids. Ken, he has removed his pants and is kneeling behind his sister's with his knees under her shoulders, her head is tilted back and half hidden beneath him, with her lips wrapped around the base of his prick. The cramped position does not allow for much movement, but between the pushing and pulling on the lower part of Chloe's body and what Ken is able to achieve by rocking his hips, half of Ken's cock fucks in and out of his little sister's mouth and throat. Me, I have my cock in my hand and I am unashamedly masturbating, fighting to keep my strokes slow, so that I don't cum. Steve has the worst of it, operating the camera, he is unable to do anything but struggle to keep the camera steady. On about the fifth or sixth plunge of Mike's hand into Chloe's well lubricated hole, she cums, the muscles of her pussy clamping so tight on his hand and wrist that he is stuck fast. Her scream, though muffled by Ken's cock, still reverberates around the room, causing us all to flinch. Spitted between her brother and Mike her body flops bonelessly her arms flailing wildly. For half a minute or more she cums, until finally unable to withstand that level of pleasure any longer, her body goes totally limp. Shifting to lean over his unconscious little sister's head, Ken fucks her face for half a dozen rapid strokes before he withdraws and begins masturbating furiously. A few seconds later his jism arches over Chloe's supine form, the first two spurts, splashing on Pixie's shoulder and chest. The remainder leave a pearly trail from Chloe's raw looking pussy, over her belly and chest, to her chin. The last oozing dribbles of his semen, dripping onto her closed eyelids and forehead. With a relieved sigh, Steve stops recording and begins to lower the camera, then quickly lifts it back to his eye and restarts it as Pixie and Mike begin to lap the semen from Chloe's senseless body. Leaving her pussy for Mike, Pixie begins cleaning Chloe's face. Mike looks askance at the gooey white fluid, then deciding that if Pixie likes it, it can't be too bad. Starting at the bottom of Chloe's gash, he takes a long swipe along its full length, to her navel, collecting a goodly dollop of sperm on his tongue. He rolls it around in his mouth to test the flavour and he decides he likes it. Eagerly he continues licking the pearly fluid from Chloe's belly, meeting Pixie at the bottom of her rib cage. As they sit back on their heels, he spies the glistening splashes on Pixie's body and consumes them too, Making her giggle as his tongue passes over her tiny nipples and the soft fold of skin near her armpit. A groan from Chloe, announces her return to consciousness and we all look at her as she stretches, then massages her swollen pussy. Her eyes open and for a few moments they remain unfocused, her jaw working soundlessly. Finally her eyes begin tracking and she speaks. "Oh, wow," she moans, "that was soooo good." "That was awesome!" Mara cries. She then laments, "Oh, why does Daddy have to work?" "Oh man, that was the most wicked thing I've seen in my life." Ken groans. "I just hope I don't fall in the next time I fuck you." Chloe giggles weakly at his joke as he continues for the camera. "Well, that is one well fucked little girl. My sister, the human glove." Ken looks directly at the camera and Steve takes that as a cue to stop recording. He puts the camera down on top of the TV and drops his pants, revealing his angry, purple cock. "I've got a bit of a problem here, does anyone want to help me out? Both Sherry and Barb move to relieve his suffering, but are beaten by both Mara and Pixie, who move so quickly they seem to teleport across the room. Mara wins by a bees dick and says, "You can suck Geoff. You said I could taste your daddy." For a second, the little girl looks ready to fight her bigger neighbour, then her face clears and she cheerfully, responds, "O.K., I'm gonna get fucked before you anyway." Having delivered this sally, she comes to me and without stooping, she pulls my adamantine member down to her lips and takes half the length into her mouth. Already Steve is groaning, filling Mara's hungry mouth with his seed. Her throat working frantically to keep up with the massive load, but she fights a loosing battle and a white dribble leaks from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. I am only seconds behind him, Pixie's tiny mouth and her little hand pumping the base of my shaft, soon have the white hot fluid boiling from my balls and burning through my cock. Pixie does not even attempt to swallow my prodigious spending, as he mouth fills she pulls back and uses both hands to pump the remainder of my load over her rapturously smiling face. With a huge gulp she swallows and then strips the last oozing droplets from my aching prick with her lips. Lifting her into my arms, I kiss her and suck her tiny tongue into my mouth, tasting myself on her lips. Her small size allows me to thoroughly explore the inside of her mouth as I chase her tongue from my mouth with mine. I then pull back and lick my semen from her face, holding it in my mouth so that I can pass it back to her in a kiss. A cry of "Oh god, she's insatiable!" from Barb, causes us to look around. Chloe is astride her brother impaled on his stiff cock, Brendan is pounding away at her arse and Mike is standing over Ken's chest, receiving his first blow job. Chloe has both of Mikes balls and his little stiffy in her mouth and her cheeks look like they contain a couple of wrestling mice as she works him over with her agile tongue. Behind her, Brendan stiffens for a few moments as he climaxes then resumes driving his still rock hard cock into her entrails. A few seconds later Mike experiences his first orgasm, his face screwing up, as he moans at the delicious agony of his immature prostrate pumping emptily. His legs begin to buckle and Chloe releases his little cock and balls as Ken hastily raises his hands and guides Mike to sit, panting, on the bed. With Mike out of the way, he takes hold of his sister's hips and begins pounding away, sinking himself once into Chloe's pussy, for every two of Brendan's rapid thrusts. Her mouth free, she lets fly with loudly voiced cries of encouragement, as she works towards her orgasm. Seconds later, she lifts her head and howls with pleasure, the rippling muscles of her abdomen sending, first Brendan then Ken over the edge. With a howl of his own, Ken pulls his little sister's hips down, fully impaling her on his cock as he empties his balls for the second time in fifteen minutes. With exhausted groans, the three then collapse as they are, breathing deeply as they recover. At my feet Sherry and Barb are locked together in a 69, shuddering through the throes of their own orgasms. I set Pixie down on the floor and finish removing my clothes. Then lift her into my lap as I sit on the end of the bed. Quickly the rest of the adults follow suit and soon everybody in the room is naked. From his seat against the wall, Steve asks, "What happened while you were watching the movie, to get such a reaction from Chloe?" "Nothing much." I answer casually, "I just sat her on my cock and then Mara and I kept her right on the edge for about half an hour." "Your kidding!" he gasps, "She would have been a gibbering wreck." "She was." I grin, "Tell the man Chloe." "Uh-huh," she confirms, "I wanted to kill them, but then he dropped me on his cock so it went right up inside and I had the biggest, bestest orgasm ever." "I'll bet you did." Barb comments. Suddenly Mike complains, "I'm hungry Mummy." eliciting a chorus of Me toos, from the rest of the kids. Sherry laughs, "You were born hungry." She then looks at her watch and gasps, "Shit! It's nearly seven, no wonder they're hungry." Turning to her neighbours, she asks, "How about we fire up the barbecue and all eat here?" The kids squeal with delight at the prospect, and Steve and Barb are forced to agree. Steve is entrusted with the barbecue, while Sherry and Barb prepare quick salads. Sherry chases the kids off, telling them to go play in the pool. While Ken and I are assigned to collect the lounges from the deck over the garage. As it overlooks the street we slip on shorts, and a minute later we have them set up overlooking the sea. Even if we share we are one short, so Steve tells us to get one from his place. After the last lounge is in place, the kids call us over to join them in the pool. Just as we are about to climb in, Mara asks, "Why are you wearing those?" Ken and I look at each other and shrug, the pool isn't visible from the street and the neighbours aren't a worry any more, so we hang our shorts on the safety fence and join the naked squirming mob in the water. Moments later we wish we had kept our pants on as Mara and Chloe leap into our arms and begin rubbing their pussies against us. As soon as we are hard they abandon us and retreat giggling. With a mock ferocious growl I start chasing them around the perimeter of the pool. The younger kids join my prey and Ken joins me. We maintain our distance behind our giggling quarry and soon have a nice whirlpool effect going. On Ken and I the water barely comes up to our waists, but it is nipple deep on the tallest of the children, so when Ken and I suddenly reverse direction we are able to breast the flow, but the kids are carried, squealing helplessly, into our arms. Their squeals rise to giggling shrieks as Ken and I begin tickling them mercilessly. A hand on my cock causes me to look down, Mike has hold of me and is looking curiously at my half hard member. Carefully I remove his hand and say, "We don't do that outside, O.K.?" "O.K." he agrees, then asks, "Why don't you have any hair?" "Because your mother shaved it off." I explain. "Why?" Now I know how my grandfather felt. I'm told that was my favourite question as a kid. "Because she likes it that way and the girls like it too." "Like what?" Chloe asks. "My bald balls." I tell her. "Yeah, I think they're cool and it's easier to get all the sperm." She makes a grab at me and I tell her, "Not outside." too. Then since I have hold of her wrist, I tickle her again, only relenting when she threatens to piddle on me. Not that that worries me, but pissing in pools IS bad manners. We play for another minute or so, then Sherry rings the bell of summons and we receive towels in the face as we round the corner of the house. Five minutes later the kids are eating 'pigs in a blanket' and we adults have steak sandwiches. Chloe seats herself, straddling my stomach, with the tip of my half hard cock peeking from beneath her labia and reclining against my knees. In this position, I have a very direct view of her pussy. Looking at it, I find it hard to believe the scene of depravity, that I'd witnessed less than half an hour before. The entrance to her vagina has returned to it's usual half inch diameter and the only thing that show, after being repeatedly penetrated by two fists and her brother's cock, is a slight reddening of her pussy lips. Everybody follows our example, Pixie being the only one to sit with a relative. Mike is fascinated by Barb's magnificent breasts and now that he has the chance to stare, he does so unashamedly. They are well worth looking at, each is the size of a large rock-melon and even in her semi-reclining position they retain a well rounded shape. From my position, facing her feet, I can see her plump pussy lips peeking from between her thighs, not a single hair visible on their glistening surface and I know from seeing her standing, that the hair on her mons is almost as sparse. Indeed she is close to being what the Chinese call a 'white tiger', having only a very few hairs that do nothing to conceal her pussy. If it wasn't for those incredible mammaries, you could easily believe she was a girl just entering puberty. Brendan stands contemplating Sherry's shaved mound for a minute or so, before commenting, "I like it with no hair, you look like my sister." As he takes his seat astride Sherry's stomach, his father says to her, "You know, looking like that, you actually could be Mara's big sister. Why don't you dress up like a kid? It'll make Carl go ape." "I intend to," she replies, "I got something this morning that I know will drive him insane, especially considering what we found in that wardrobe today." "Oooh, sounds interesting," Barb inquires eagerly, "what is it?" "You can just wait and see." Sherry replies, "We'll model it for you after dinner." "We?" Barb raises her eyebrow, Spock style, "You mean you thought about this already and got something for you AND Mara?" "Wait and see." Sherry repeats aggravatingly and changes the subject. "You know, this would be a good time for Ken to tell you his story. Ken?" Barb pokes her tongue out at Sherry and gives her a dirty look, but settles back as Ken begins his tale. By the time he finishes, her swollen labia are a deep shade of pink and a continuous stream of lubricants runs between her arse cheeks, dripping through the plastic strips of the banana lounge to the concrete below. Steve is in no better shape, pre-cum dribbles from his a glans, so distended with blood it looks bruised and pools on his stomach. Pixie helps matters, not at all, she is collecting the slippery fluid on her fingertips and massaging it into her tiny slit. Between the story and his young daughter's actions, he looks ready to explode. As Ken winds down, Pixie looks up from her pussy to her father and asks, "Can we do it now? I've waited ALL day and you just tell stories." "O.K. sprout," he replies, " as soon as we get packed up here. But if you don't stop doing that," he nods to where her little fingers are now idly smearing the pre-cum over the engorged tip of his cock, "you're going to have an even longer wait." Pixie snatches her hand back as though burned and scrambles to her feet. Snatching up a nearly empty salad bowl, she bolts for the kitchen, returning only seconds later, as the rest of the kids are just sliding to their feet. "Hurry up slow coaches." she admonishes us, tugging on her father's hand. With a grin he rises to his feet and says, "Yeah, hurry up! My baby wants to practice making a baby." Five minutes later the dirty dishes are in a sink full of water and everybody is standing in the bedroom. Sherry holds up proceedings for another minute as she gets a towel from the linen press and lays it over the bed. "There," she says, that'll soak up the blood and you can take it home for a keepsake." "Sherry! That's one of your best towels." Barb objects, eyeing the huge, snow white towel, which covers nearly the entire surface of the double bed. "Forget it," Sherry depreciates, "An occasion like this is worth the best. I just wish that something other than a bloody dead tree got my little girl's cherry." "At least you can let me replace it." Barb tries to insist. "I said, forget it." Sherry then ends the discussion by saying, "It's a gift from me to Pixie." "Hurry up, I'm ready." Pixie's voice, from the middle of the bed, causes us all to turn and look. Spreadeagled in the centre of the towel, is Pixie, her tiny, four year old frame, made to look even smaller by the vast expanse of the oversized towel. "Not quite Honey!" Barb, represses a laugh at her over eager child. She turns to rummage through the pile of clothing in the corner, turning back with a small green and white tube. "First we've got to use this, so it doesn't hurt as much when your cherry breaks. You know you are going to bleed when that happens and it's still going to hurt, because your pussy is so tiny and it's going to have to stretch a lot? Are you sure you don't want to wait, until you've grown some more?" "I know Mummy." Chloe replies, "But I really want Daddy to fuck me. Please Mummy!" Barb sighs and says, "O.K. let's get you ready then." She guides Pixie to the edge of the bed and places a pillow under her bottom to tilt her pelvis upwards. Kneeling on the floor between her daughter's knees, Barb extrudes a small quantity of a dirty looking, brown gel onto the very tip of her forefinger. With the fingers of the other hand she carefully separates her daughter's labia, to reveal the tiny hole, that is to accept her husbands penis. She gently insinuates her finger into Pixie's tight little vagina and smears the anaesthetic over the fine membrane of her daughters hymen. "Oooh, that's cold." Pixie objects with a giggle. "Don't worry, Daddy will soon warm you up." Barb laughs in reply, "Now let's stretch you a bit so Daddy doesn't have to push too hard to get started. Steve get going with this." She hands her husband the tube of teething gel. As Steve begins to apply the anaesthetic ointment to his drooling member Barb replaces the finger in Pixie's little hole with her thumb and gently forces it inwards until she touches her little girl's hymen. Turning to us, she asks, "Gents, who's got the biggest thumb?" As we start to make comparisons, Sherry interrupts, "Hang on, I've got just the thing. Actually I got it for Geoff to give to Katy and Lena, but it's just the thing for this." She hurries into her bedroom and returns a moment later with one of the packages she rescued from Mara, tearing off the wrapping as she goes. Removing one of a pair of identical cardboard boxes, she hands the rest of the package to me and I drop it into my bag and kick it back under the bed. Opening the box, she extracts a smooth, hot pink vibrator, the shaft of which has a sharply tapered wedge like tip, with none of the life like flare present in her own models. Hang on a sec, while I wash this." She disappears and returns a minute later, beads of water still clinging to the eye searing fuck toy. She liberally coats the first couple of inches of the plastic phallus with lube, leaving a good dollop on the tip and hands it to Barb. With a word of thanks, Barb accepts it and pulling her thumb free of Pixie's tiny vagina, she fits the tip of the plastic device against her daughter's hole and begins to push it inwards with a twisting motion. Pixie squeals at the cold touch of the lubricated vibrator, then as her mother stops, she says, "Keep going, it's just cold. It doesn't hurt." "Well," she admonishes her daughter, "Just make sure you tell me if it does hurt and we'll wait a bit until you get used to being stretched." She resumes working the vibrator into Pixie's vagina, the modest tool looking obscenely large against the four year olds minuscule pussy. Each rotation of the pink shaft takes about five seconds and less than a millimetre of plastic disappears with each twist. Pixie's little face is screwed up as she fights the discomfort, finally calling a temporary halt when the entrance to her vagina is stretched to about an inch in diameter. She brushes a tear from her eye and breaths in short, shallow gasps as her little pussy gets used to being stretched. After a minute or so she says, "Keep going, it feels O.K. now." Moving even slower than before, Barb continues to stretch the entrance of her little girl's vagina and it is another two minutes before the tip of the vibrator comes to rest against Pixie's hymen, her vaginal opening dilated to about an inch and a half in diameter. "How does that feel Pixie?" Barb asks her daughter. Now that the intruding object is at rest Pixie's face begins to relax and she anxiously asks, "Am I big enough for Daddy's penis? I fink that's all I can stretch." "I think so Honey." Barb replies. "But Daddy's penis is thicker than that." Brendan objects. For a moment or two Pixie's face falls at the prospect that she will have to wait until she is bigger before her father can fuck her. Her mother's reply though, brings a smile to her face. "Yes, but Daddy's penis is soft and can be squashed a bit, this vibrator is hard so it just looks like Pixie's too small." "Oh," Brendan replies, "I didn't think of that." "That's O.K. Bren." his mother says. "Steve How's that stuff working?" "Like I should sue my dentist for poor aim." He replies, "I don't think I'd feel it if you used a sharkskin golf glove on me." By way of demonstration, he starts slapping his cock from side to side and the motions of his hand are not gentle. "See, can't feel a thing." "In that case," Barb says, "I think it's time for our little girl to loose her cherry. Geoff, time for the camera." Chapter 22 - PIXIE. "I'm not loosin' my cherry." Pixie protests, as I reach for the camera. "It's a present for MY Daddy." "And it's the second best present anybody has ever given me." Steve replies seriously as he crawls onto the bed. Pixie is about to speak, just as I get the camera ready. I stop her and say, "Start again, I want to get that last bit on tape." We take a few seconds to sort out how we want things to go and Barb and Steve arrange themselves on the bed with Pixie between them. Barb hands the vibrator to Sherry, everyone is admonished to be quiet and I begin recording. "Steve, I think it's time for our little girl to loose her cherry." "I'm not loosin' it. It's a present for MY Daddy." Steve wraps his arm around Pixie's shoulder, and hugs her tightly to his side. "And it's the second best present anybody has ever given me." Pixie contrives to look a little sad/disappointed at this answer, as we wanted and asks "Second Daddy? What was your best present?" Steve hugs her even tighter and answers, "You were sprout, you and Brendan are the best presents anybody can ask for." Somehow or other, Pixie manages to twist in her father's tight grasp until she sits astride his lap and throws her arms around his neck. "Oh Daddy! you mean I'm bestest AND second bestest?" She starts plastering his face with kisses. "That's right sprout." "So I'm first bestest AND second bestest and Brendan's ONLY first." Score one for sibling rivalry. "Are you going to fuck me now Daddy?" With a laugh, Steve unwinds his daughter's arms from about his neck and lays her back on the towel. "Nearly there Sprout," Steve informs her, "but first Mummy and Daddy are going to get you all hot and bothered." Together, Steve and Barb lean over their young daughter and kiss her eyes shut. It is obvious that she has had this done to her before, her eyes remain closed as her parents lips move on to her cheeks and she licks her lips in what can only be anticipation. In unison, Steve and Barb plant tiny licks and kisses along the line of Pixie's cheek bones to her ears and the little girl's body squirms slightly as they nibble with their lips around the edges of the tiny shell like organs. Her wriggles cease as her parents take an earlobe each, between their teeth and tug gently, then resume with a vengeance, accompanied by squeals, as tongues are thrust into her ears. Her body stills as her parents abandon her ears and nip their way along the line of her jaw until they meet on the point of her chin. As Barb moves upwards to cover her daughter's lips with hers, Steve kisses along the underside of her chin. Pixie's head tilts back and she moans, as her father reaches her throat and opens his mouth to it's widest extent. Gently he takes her bared throat between his teeth and even in the tiny viewfinder I can see her tiny pink nipples pop up. Zooming in until one half of her chest fills the viewfinder and I can see the goose flesh surrounding her baby titty. I expand the view and move around a little until I can see past the back of Steve's head. Barb's extended tongue teases her daughter, flicking along the line of her slightly parted lips, barely touching the moistened skin. Each time Pixie extends her own tongue, Barb playfully snaps at it and it quickly withdraws, accompanied by a little giggle. A few snaps later, Barb gives the rude little tongue a long loving suck, and begins kissing the chin and under Pixie's jaw, nudging her husband ahead of her as she goes. Once more they coordinate their efforts, each of them moving to a shoulder and slowly kissing and nibbling their way down the outside of their young daughter's arms. Together they reach her hands and draw all four fingers of each into their mouths, before sucking each one individually. Pixie giggles a little as they turn her hands over and begin to trace little circles in the palms of her hands, just grazing the skin with the tips of their extended tongues. A small shiver passes through her body as they press their lips to her wrists and begin the return journey up the insides of her arms. Again she shivers as their lips and tongues pause at the sensitive skin on the insides of her elbows. Involuntary peals of laughter ring out as they raise her arms and drag the rough surfaces of their tongues over the soft skin of her armpits. When her squirming starts to become uncontrollable, they leave off their tickling assault and trail their tongues over her shoulders and upper chest. As their heads bump together they move lower and begin tracing contracting spirals around her tiny nipples, with their tongues. Just before they come into contact with the darker skin of her areolae Steve and Barb switch sides, maintaining contact with Pixie's skin as they shuffle their way around her body. Now their tongues trace outwards as Pixie wriggles, straining to achieve some sort of contact between her tiny, erect nipples and her parents teasing tongues. Grinning her parents dodge her moving titties and continue their outward journeys, then as they reach the bottom of their ribcage they make an almost simultaneous, darting assault on her baby nipples. Pixie squeals in surprise and arches her back, pressing her nipples upwards against her parents sucking lips. She moans in appreciation as I see their cheeks hollow with the force of their suction. For half a minute or so they hold their mouths pressed to her chest, their tongues rapidly flickering over the swollen nubbins of Pixies nipples. When they abandon her nipples, Pixie groans softly, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing. Steve's and Barb's tongues trace the lines of their daughter's bottommost ribs, then begin laving the entire area of Pixie's slightly rounded tummy. She giggles at the tickling sensations of their tongues on her belly, then squeals in outrage and jackknifes as first Steve, then Barbara plunge into the sensitive dimple of her belly button. They move down and outwards to the barely visible points of her hipbones and Pixie allows her body to fall back to the bed, her legs scissoring apart to their widest extent. I move back to a position at the foot of the bed and kneel, zooming in until only Steve's and Barb's heads fill the viewfinder, their daughter's gently undulating pelvis between them. At the junction of her thighs, the swell her puffy mound rising at the base of her belly, it's highest point almost even with the upper curve of her chest. Even stretched apart by her widespread legs, the halve of her vulva are so swollen with arousal, that only the smallest gap separates them and only a slight darkening at the bottom marks the entrance of her vagina. Steve and Barb trace the lines of Pixie's four year old pelvis, their tongues covering the soft skin between the points of her hips and the crease separating the tops of her thighs and the prominent bugle of her mons. Their tormenting tongues cover her upper thighs, avoiding the glistening upthrust mound of her pussy. Finally unable to take the torture of anticipation any further, Pixie lifts her hips clear of the bed and rocks her pelvis from side to side in a futile attempt to achieve direct stimulation of her sexual organs. Almost crying in frustration she pleads, "Kiss my pussy Daddy. ... Mummy? ... Please?" Grinning Steve and Barb, each plant a single kiss on her pouting labia then begin licking and nibbling their way down the fronts and sensitive inner surfaces of her thighs, a broadening of their grins the only response to her bouncing hips and frustrated cries. They briefly pause at her knees opening their mouths wide and gently closing their teeth on her kneecaps, before nibbling along the length of her shins and over the upper surface of her feet to her toes. Each toe gets individual loving attention, as they suck them singly their mouths and massage them with their tongues. Briefly they engulf half of her feet sucking hard on her toes then releasing them to drag their tongues over the soles of her feet. Too aroused to giggle at the sensation, her only reaction is the involuntary curling of her toes. Gently rolling the moaning little preschooler onto her face, Steve and Barb begin at her toes and rasp their tongues the short distance to her heels. Again her toes curl and I wince at the thud of her heel on Steve's forehead. He quickly shushes her as she begins to apologise, kissing the offending heel and moving onto her calf. Their tongues dip into the sensitive hollows at the back of her knees and her lower legs come up, forcing her parents lips and tongues onto her thighs. Pushing her legs back to the bed, they return to that sensitive area, causing Pixie to squeal indignantly, then seemingly satisfied with this reaction, they return the journey delivering kisses and little nips to the backs of their young daughter's chubby thighs. By the time they reach her plump buttocks, Pixie is in paroxysms of frustrated desire, grinding her fat mound against the rough towel rucked up between her thighs. Steve and Barb kiss and bite softly on the quivering globes of Pixie's tiny bottom then move on to the small of her back. "Wusses!" Mara cries in outrage and before anyone can stop her she leaps onto the bed and lies between her little neighbour's widespread legs, "You're doing it wrong!" she tells them, then pulls the white cheeks of Pixie's bum apart and licks the length of the valley thus revealed. As Mara's tongue passes over her tiny little pucker, Pixie lets out a shrill scream and lifts her hips, offering Mara an easier target. Mara eagerly accepts the proffered target, vigorously slurping away as I move around to the side, so that I can focus on Mara's tongue plunging between Pixies buttocks. Just as I get into position, Mara notices that Steve and Barb have stopped and are watching her. Briefly, she lifts her head and gives them a disgusted look, "Don't stop dummies, even if you can't do this right, you can do the rest." she says, before lowering her head to return her tongue to Pixie's tiny little bum hole. I zoom out in time to catch Steve and Barb grin at each other, amused at being told how to make love to their daughter by a seven year old. A muffled "Hurry up." from between Pixies plump buttocks causes them to look like guilty schoolkids and they quickly comply, lowering their lips to their daughter's writhing back. As Mara's head comes back into the frame I shift the focus back to her. Out of the corner of her eye she must see this in the monitor, as she begins to move about until I can focus on her little tongue moving in teasing circles about Pixie's glistening anus. As Mara's actions continue I am forced to expand the view as Pixie's frenzied writhing makes it impossible to keep her little bottom in the frame. Somehow or other Mara manages to keep her tongue against Pixie's little rosebud, but keeping her still is beyond her. Just as I do pull back, Steve and Barbara finish their journey to the nape of their daughter's neck and sit back. "Are you ready to fuck Daddy Pixie?" Barb asks. In answer, the little girl turns and pushes Mara away, sending her much bigger neighbour flying in an amazing display of strength. She then flops down on her back, her legs spread and her fingers obscenely parting the fat halves of her moistly glistening vulva, as she all but screams, "Yes Mummy! If I was any readier I'd burst!" I pull back further to include the entire bed as Barb recovers the tube of lube from where it is about to slide off the bed and smears a more than ample quantity over Pixie's hairless vulva before squeezing a big dollop into the tiny hole between her daughter's thighs. Next she pushes Steve over onto his back and gives his cock a generous coating of the slippery gel, leaving a large blob quivering on the tip. When he begins to rise, Barb forces him back to the bed and says, "I think our little girl should get on top, that way she can stop if it hurts to much." She then turns and helps Pixie to stand astride her father's hips, facing towards his head. Quickly, I move up near the head of the bed, focusing on Barb and Pixie as she slowly bends her knees, lowering herself towards the cock that Steve holds upright beneath her. As her tiny pussy nears the comparatively immense staff of her father's swollen prick her knees begin to tremble with strain and Barb kneels behind her, placing her hands under her daughter's arms for support. As her fat little pussy comes into contact with Steve's member, she halts and takes a deep breath, which is echoed by everybody else in the room. Slowly Steve drags the head of his cock back and forth along the length of the crease between his daughter's legs, smearing even more of the lubricant over the fat lips, causing her to release that breath. Pixie pushes down a little and Steve stills his cock, holding the tip in position against the tiny entrance to her vagina. She lowers herself further and Steve's cock skids the length of her crease, causing her to gasp as it passes over the engorged tip of her clitoris. Lifting herself back up she tries again with the same result. Then on the third attempt it goes the other way, briefly catching against her arsehole before she can stop herself. Unhappily she cries, "It won't go in." "Try holding your pussy open." Barb suggests, "That way he's right up against your hole. And Steve hold it closer to the top." Steve shifts his hand, so that only the top three quarters of his glans is visible and Pixie reaches down to separate her labia. This time, the tip of Steve's cock remains firmly lodged against Pixie's little hole. Slowly millimetre by millimetre her tiny vagina opens, Barb taking almost all of Pixie's negligible weight, as Steve's distended cock slowly enters her body. finally her swollen pussy lips rest against Steve's fingers and I zoom in for a brief close up of her obscenely stretched labia before pulling back to include her whole body. Her tiny face shows a little pain, but mostly her look is one of surprise, as Steve asks, "Does that hurt Honey?" "A bit Daddy, but not as much as that fing Mummy used." She replies. "O.K. Honey," Steve tells her, "I'm going to take my hand away now and you can keep going. But stop if it hurts too much, I don't want to hurt my baby girl." "I'm not a baby!" she cries indignantly, "See?" With this she drops lower, forcing another inch and a half of her father's fat cock into her body. Fortunately Barb is still supporting her, as her injudicious movement drives the end of Steve's cock through her numb hymen into the unstretched portion of her love canal. Beads of sweat break out on her forehead and tears begin rolling down her cheeks, from between tightly closed eyelids. For a few seconds her teeth are clenched and her breath hisses rapidly through her nose, as she gets the pain under control. Finally she quietly observes, "Ow, that hurt Daddy." Almost simultaneously, Barb and Steve both ask, "Are you all right?" and Steve goes on to ask, "Do you want to stop?" Pixie's eyes snap open at this and she cries, "No! I just went too fast. I want you to fuck me properly and squirt inside me and everything." "O.K. Sprout, just take it easy this time. O.K.?" For a few moments longer she holds still then wriggles her hips, signifying her desire to continue. Carefully Barb begins to lower her tiny daughter onto her husband's rigid member, pausing each time Pixie's breath catches to allow her to get used to being so stretched. Finally the grimace on her face becomes even more strained and she says, "Stop!" as Steve's cock comes into contact with her cervix. "That's it Daddy." she says, "I'm full." From beside me I hear Sherry mutter, "Full? She's stuffed like a bloody Christmas turkey." I zoom in for a closer look and see that Sherry is right, Pixie's pussy lips have almost totally disappeared, only the slightest indentation above her clitoris remains and above that the bulge of her mound is pushed into obscene prominence by her father's fat prick. Pixie begins to speak and I pull back to get all three of them in the viewfinder. She is looking down at where Steve's engorged penis fills her tiny pussy, half of which still remains outside her body. "How come it won't all go in me Daddy?" She asks and tries to lower herself further. She aborts her movement almost before it has begun, Crying "Ow! That hurt's!" Steve's voice is strained as he replies, "I'm sorry Honey, that's all that's going to fit. Your little vagina is just to short inside, to take any more of my penis." Pixie looks disappointed at hearing this, tears of unhappiness, not pain, well up in her eyes and she says "I'm sorry Daddy. If you don't like it, I'll wait until I'm big enough." "Oh Sprout!" Steve exclaims, "your little pussy is so tight, it would feel better than anything else, even if only this much fitted." He holds thumb and forefinger less than half an inch apart in demonstration. "Really Daddy?" Pixie squeals excitedly, "Better than Mummy?" "Better than Mummy." Steve confirms, shooting a look over Pixies shoulder at his wife. "Better than the first time?" Barb asks in a mock dangerous voice. Grinning at her Steve replies, "Even that." Pixie looks up at her mother's scowl, but she can't maintain it for long, her scowl becomes strained, as she tries to growl, "You're going to pay for that crack." "Maybe just as good as the first time I fucked Mummy." Steve tells Pixie. "That's better," Barb giggles, "maybe I'll let you live." Pixie looks from her mother to her father and deciding that they aren't really mad at each other, she bounces on her father's cock, stopping with a wince as his glans bumps into her cervix. "Hurry up and fuck me Daddy, squirt your cream inside my little pussy." Steve grins at his eager little girl, "O.K. Sprout, Daddy's going to fuck his big fat cock in your tiny little pussy and fill you so full of baby juice that it'll squirt out your ears." Pixies giggles at this and tries to lift upwards, but the tight sheath of her vagina grips her father so tightly that she finds it difficult to rise from her squat. "Help me Daddy!" she cries. Grinning at her predicament Steve, lifts his hand and wraps them around her tiny waist, his thumbs overlapping above her belly button. He lifts her and at first it looks like he's going to pull her insides out, her little cunt grips him so tightly. Suddenly, her pussy lets go and an inch or so of his prick slips free, accompanied by a squeal from Pixie. Concerned he holds her still and asks, "Are you all right Sprout?" "Yes Daddy, It didn't hurt, it just sup'ised me." Reassured, Steve carefully lowers his daughter the inch just gained and then lifts her again. This time, although the skin around her tiny vagina still puckers outwards, things slip easily and Pixie squeaks as she jerks upwards. Slowly with infinite care Steve pumps his tiny daughter up and down on his engorged cock, at first he keeps the strokes short, gradually lengthening them, until the flare of his glans becomes visible just before he pulls her back down onto his cock. At first she grimaces a little, but as the muscles of her vagina loosen and stretch to accommodate her father's gently thrusting prick, her expression becomes one of surprise and wonderment. I zoom in on her pussy and Steve's swollen shaft, each time he lifts her, her tiny pussy everts, the pink skin between her labia stretching outwards as his prick is withdrawn. Then as she comes back down, the area surrounding her tiny hole is drawn inwards, her engorged little clitoris dragging along his blood streaked shaft, all but disappearing into her body alongside her father's prick. As her first fuck continues, her breathing speeds up and she moans as her father's prick drags over her sensitive little clit, grunting as his swollen glans bumps into her cervix. Suddenly she starts to babble, and I pull back to include all three in the picture. "Oh Daddy! It doesn't hurt Daddy, it feels good when you fuck me Daddy. Daddy? I want you to fuck me all the time Daddy. Please Daddy. Oh Daddy, I feel really good. Oh Daddy, it's doing it, a 'gasm, Oh, Oh, Oh, DADEEEEE." With her head thrown back until it rests on her mother's breasts, the tiny preschooler announces her climax with a scream that causes Barb to wince, even as she smiles. Underneath, Steve grunts in time with the powerful contractions in his baby daughter's immature vagina, holding her tiny hips steady as her climax triggers his own. "Oh Honey, here it comes, Daddy's going to cum in his little girl. Daddy's filling your tight little hole with his creamy sperm. Oh shit, I'm really doing it, I'm fucking my little girl. I'm filling her with my sperm. Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Ohhh Fuuuck!" With this last outburst his hands fall from Pixie's hips and his arse leaves the bed, lifting her upwards as spasms wrack his body. His eyes are tightly closed and his lips are drawn back in a snarl as the incredible pleasure pain courses through his body. Pixie's tiny vagina is unable to hold the incredible amount of sperm that he pisses into her and I can see it bubbling out around his pulsing shaft, where it pierces her tiny body. Opening the eye I do not have pressed to the rubber cup of the viewfinder, I see the pink tinged fluid dribble down the sides of Steve's prick and run down beside his balls. Where they surround his impaling rod, Pixie's tightly stretched vulva alternates between white and red as her vaginal muscles contract and relax. Long after Steve's spasms subside, Pixie's tiny frame finally looses it's rigidity and she slumps in her mother's arms, totally spent. Carefully Barb lowers her exhausted daughter, laying her atop her husband with her head on his chest. With a contented sigh she snuggles up to him and as his arms come up to wrap around her, a beatific smile lights up her face. With a little wriggle she murmurs, "Love you Daddy." and kisses his chest. Steve replies, murmuring into her hair, "You have no idea how much I love you Honey." However his words go unheard by Pixie as a little snore rises from her lips. Barb smiles down at the still mated pair, and moves to kiss the top of Pixies head and then presses her lips to her husband's in a lingering caress. I take one last pass down their sweat slick bodies, to where Steve's softening cock still penetrates Pixie's sleeping body. Then a few seconds later her shrinking vagina squeezes him from her body as it resumes it's normal size. As his blood and cum streaked knob slips from her tiny opening, a flood of juices follows, running down over his groin and between his buttocks to the towel beneath them. I return the camera to zoom in on Pixie's sleeping face and stop recording. As I lower the camera, Mara laments, "Oh, why does Daddy have to work? I want him to fuck me so bad and he's going to miss my birthday party and everything." AUTHOR'S NOTE. Dear Reader, Nearly there now folks, just a few chapters to go now, but I've had so many requests for 'the rest of Katy' that I'm getting this off now. As I've explained to those who have corresponded with me, the reason you haven't seen any of these chapters earlier is that I got writers block and skipped from chapter six to chapter twelve, though when I originally left them, I only had two chapter's blocked out. But as with coat hangers, leave two of them alone long enough and they will breed. I can't make any promises as to when the rest of this book will be finished as I'm going back to school for a while and that's going to occupy most of my time. Regards, __ _ / ) // _/_ / // __. , , / ______ (__/