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Ch. 16 Codes: Mf, Mff, teen, oral, public sex, exhib, semi-ff, semi-inc, rom
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Nothing much happened the next week or so, during which Marianne made clear
to me that she was now the envy of all her friends, and not entirely because
of her new car. Only a few of them knew the truth of where she had gotten
it, but apparently much of her class knew that she was dating someone quite a
bit older than she was, and that he was buying her all sorts of presents. In
the back of my mind, I couldn't help but wonder how long it would take for
this news to filter back to her parents. Not that I could do much about it
now.
On Thursday, I came home to find Marianne in my office, logged in with my
account on America Online. I bent down and kissed her cheek.
"What are you up to, Kitten?"
"Just browsing around."
I noticed that she was reading an Internet newsgroup that seemed to be filled
with sexually oriented posts.
"That looks like more than browsing around."
She grinned.
"It's a story group."
"Sex stories?"
"Right. See, I've been thinking that what we've been doing would make a
killer story."
A chill shot down my spine.
"You're not going to announce all this to the entire world, are you?"
She laughed.
"No. I'd do it anonymously. Besides, who would believe all this? But it
would be cool just the same."
"I'm not much of a writer."
"I know, I want to do it. But I don't think I'd do it from my perspective.
There's too much stuff like that already. I was thinking I could write it
from yours."
"Mine?"
"Yeah. I think that would get a lot of people's attention. I bet it would
be popular. I already have the title picked out."
I kissed her forehead.
"Whatever. Just don't get me in trouble."
I went down to the kitchen for a beer, and she appeared a few minutes later.
"Anyway. I was talking to Hayley. She wanted me to ask you if we could go
to her game tonight."
"Tonight?"
"The J.V. squad. She cheers for them, remember?"
"Oh, yeah." Then I had a thought. "This isn't another commando mission, is
it?"
She grinned evilly.
"Does that turn you on?"
"Don't joke about stuff like that."
"I told Hayley about that night. She was totally stoked about it."
She watched the horrified look on my face for a second or two and then
laughed.
"God, you get embarrassed so easily. No, she's not going to do that. She's
not brave enough. She just wants you to come and watch her."
"Who else will be there?"
"Not my folks, if that's what you're thinking. Hardly anybody I know, to be
honest. Probably just the parents and other underclassmen."
"Okay. What do you have in mind?"
"I'll go get her in about half an hour, then we can drive back over to
school."
I went upstairs to change clothes. I was down to my boxer shorts and rooting
through my closet when I felt Marianne embracing me from behind. She pressed
her big breasts against me, feeling my stomach.
"We're going to be late if you keep that up."
She giggled softly.
"I couldn't resist you."
One hand on my stomach slipped under the waistband of my boxers and found my
dick. She began to stroke it gently.
"Now we're really going to be late."
She stopped jerking me off and just hugged me.
"There's something I've been meaning to tell you."
"What?"
I tried to turn around, but she stopped me.
"Just let me say this before I lose my nerve. But you have to promise me you
won't take this the wrong way."
"I'll try."
She was quiet a moment or two.
"That first afternoon that I came over . . . the magazines and all . . . do
you remember that?"
I tried to keep my voice level.
"Yes."
"That was bullshit. I wasn't selling magazines. I just wanted to meet you."
My head swam for a second, and I struggled with this revelation. That meant
. . . well . . . what the hell did it mean?
"Really."
"Yeah. I didn't intend to do it with you that afternoon, that's not what I
mean. I'd just seen you now and then, driving your Mercedes up and down the
street with the top down. I wasn't sure what it was you did. One day it
occurred to me that you were pretty cute. But you had always been 'the rich
guy at the end of the street,' you know, pretty much out of reach. That
afternoon, I was sitting around the house feeling bored, and I thought, 'How
could I go meet him?' I just happened to see the brochure from when we were
raising money this summer, and I figured that would work."
We had remained how we were, with Marianne leaning against my back. I
reached up and held her hands, which were still on my stomach.
"How did we end up having sex then?"
I couldn't see her, but I could sense her smiling just the same.
"You wanted to see my tits, remember? It never struck you as weird that I
didn't slap you or something? That I just ripped my top off instead?"
"I have to admit I wondered about that."
"It was because I was thinking, 'Whoa, this guy actually likes me.' I was so
wired I wasn't really thinking straight. And when I got home, I kept looking
at that check and not believing what I had just done. It all happened so
fast I almost couldn't believe it, except there was that check. For the next
day or so, I just went around in a daze. I kept thinking about what we did,
and how much fun it had been, even if it hadn't lasted very long. And, I
don't know, the money just made it that much more exciting. That was why I
came back the next night. And why I kept coming back. Not because of the
money. Because being with you was so exciting. So much more than doing
anything with Randy."
I took a deep breath.
"Well, I'm glad."
"So, I'm not a hooker. I'm just me, and I love you."
Now I forced my way around to face her. Her face was lined with tension.
"I never thought of you that way. Honestly. I don't know what I was
thinking, but I never looked at it like that. Not with you. I've told you
that."
She laid her head on my chest and hugged me tightly.
"Thanks."
"I love you, Kitten. That's all that matters."
"I love you, too."
She let me finished getting dressed and then went home to get Hayley. They
reappeared in Marianne's Bug a few minutes later. Hayley was in the backseat
in her uniform, which looked the same as Marianne's except for a little
"J.V." stitched into the fabric over her left breast.
"Hi, Steve."
"Little Kit."
She rubbed my shoulder.
"Thanks for coming."
"No problem."
Marianne drove us to school, and Hayley soon ran off to join her friends on
the J.V. squad. Marianne and I got a seat near the front to watch her. I
kept an eye out for weird looks from the other spectators, but noticed
nothing. I thought, with no small feeling of irony, that everyone would no
doubt assume Marianne was my daughter.
I bought some peanuts and two drinks from the vending stand and rejoined
Marianne. She laid her head on my shoulder, nuzzling me quickly.
"Thanks."
"It's not a football game without peanuts."
The game started soon thereafter, though I spent more time watching the
cheerleaders than the football. The J.V. squad was not, shall we say, as
pulchritudinous as the varsity girls, and Hayley was far and away the
prettiest of the group. She waved at me once but otherwise stuck to her job.
"Hayley really likes you," Marianne said a few minutes later.
"I know."
"I mean, she *really* likes you. I'm talking boyfriend territory. She's
begun talking about all this like she's your junior girlfriend."
"Is that a problem?"
"It might be, eventually. Not with me, but with other people. She's not . .
. you've probably noticed this already . . . she's not the most mature person
in the world."
"She's fifteen."
"Exactly. I've been trying to get a few things across to her, about how I'm
just being nice to her about this, but I don't know how much is sinking in."
"She's not jealous of you?"
"No. Not at all. But she does think of herself as part of this unit now.
Not just Steve and Marianne. To her, it's Steve, Marianne, and Hayley."
"Oh."
"Right. And I don't know where she's going to go with this."
"Disregarding all of the moral and legal issues, do you have a problem with
it?"
"No. I've told you that. However weird it might sound, I really don't mind
having her around as long as she understands that I'm number one. Which, so
far, she seems to. I'm just worried that she's going to say something to
someone about this without meaning to. Nobody else knows about you and her.
Not even the other girls on the squad. I've never told any of them."
"Okay."
"And it really drives me crazy sometimes, because if she were eighteen, I
think I would just say, 'Fuck the world. I'm having fun here and I don't
care what anyone thinks about it.'"
"Which you can't do."
"No. And I hate that."
I thought for a few moments.
"What if you told the other girls? How would they react?"
She twisted her mouth pensively.
"I don't know. Giselle wouldn't give a shit. Ashley probably wouldn't care
either. Tiffany . . . I'd rather leave out of it. She's really distanced
herself from us since that night."
"But Hayley knows about them?"
"Oh, yeah. I've told her all of that."
"Maybe if you told them about Hayley . . . brought her into this little group
. . . she might better understand the need for discretion. She would have
people to talk to about it besides you. She wouldn't feel any burning desire
to tell anyone else."
Marianne bit her lip.
"Huh. You know, that might just work."
"Even if we're giving the group stuff a rest for now. Bring her into the
cabal."
She nodded.
"Okay. I will. I think that's a good idea. I'll tell Giselle and Ashley,
but not Tiffany. Hayley can sort of take Tiffany's place. I think they'll
actually like that. From what I can tell, I think they're sort of pissed at
her anyway, for behaving the way she has been."
"That's too bad. I liked her."
Marianne shrugged.
"I think she'll get over herself eventually. But I'm thinking maybe I can
fuck with her a little if she decides she wants back in."
"How?"
She just grinned.
"Let me worry about that."
At halftime, I went looking for a place to take a leak. Having found (on my
prior visit) the field restrooms to be too crowded and poorly maintained for
my taste, I went across the field into the school. When I exited the men's
room, I turned the corner into the hall and ran right into Hayley.
"Oops--hey."
She put her arms around my waist and grinned at me.
"Hi."
I took her hands, intending to free myself, but she refused to let go. I
looked around us in apprehension, but saw that the school appeared deserted.
"What are you up to, Little Kit?"
"I was waiting for you."
"I can see that. Why?"
"Come here."
She let go of my waist but took my arm and pulled me toward a nearby
classroom. I followed her, at least to see what she wanted. She opened the
door and pulled me inside the darkened room. The look in her eyes pretty
much told me what she had in mind.
"Marianne knows. She said it was all right."
"I'm more worried about getting caught."
She pulled me toward the teacher's desk and then sat in the middle of it on
the blotter.
"We won't get caught, jeez. Let me explain."
"Okay."
"This room belongs to my English teacher. I hate her. Last week she gave me
detention for being thirty seconds late because this other teacher wanted to
talk to me after class. She wouldn't cut me any slack even after I had the
other teacher talk to her."
"So you want to have sex on her desk?"
She grinned.
"Yeah. Don't you think that would be cool?"
I glanced toward the door.
"Steve, come on. We don't have to do anything wild. Besides, the longer we
stand here discussing it, the bigger chance we have of getting caught."
She tugged on the waistband of my jeans, looking up at me entreatingly. I
gave in at that point, and bent down to kiss her. She was soon unbuttoning
my jeans and digging into my boxers to find my dick. I pulled her uniform
top over her breasts and took them into my hands. We continued kissing as I
tweaked her nipples and she stroked my stiffening cock. Then she pushed me
back a bit and bent to take me in her mouth. She sucked on me rapidly,
swirling her tongue around the head and glans as I continued to play with her
breasts.
She lifted her head and replaced her mouth with her hand.
"Does that feel good?"
I grunted, nodding, and she returned to oral attentions. I stopped caressing
her tits and took her blonde head in my hands, feeling her bobbing up and
down. I glanced again at the door, listening for anyone in the hall.
Finally I pulled her off. Grinning and trying to keep from giggling, Hayley
leaned back and reached under her skirt to slide off her bottoms and panties.
Then she put her legs around my waist and pulled me forward.
I slipped into her easily, as tight as she was, and she wrapped herself
around me. I felt all those tight cheerleading muscles gripping me as I
moved rapidly within her. Hayley sat up to kiss me, and I used my free hand
to play with her firm tits. At this angle, she was almost suspended on my
dick, and I lifted her up a bit to increase the friction, rocking back and
forth to rub myself against her. She whimpered, pulling me closer and biting
at my shoulder.
I reached under her skirt, taking that hard cheerleader butt in my hands.
Her little feet rubbed against my ass and thighs, trying to get my further
inside her. I began to lose my grip on the risks we were taking as all my
attention was drawn to that hot, wet, and oh-so-tight pressure around my
erection. Hayley continued to moan and whimper against me, running her hands
up my T-shirt and digging her nails into my back.
Finally, a quiet shudder ran through Hayley's body, she let out a little
squeak, and she bit painfully at my shoulder. I felt her spasming around me,
and I looked down myself fucking this hot little fifteen-year-old blonde,
still dressed in her disarrayed cheerleading outfit as she shuddered in
orgasm. I gave her another four or five rapid thrusts and squirted off
deeply inside her.
As the energy of this coupling drained from us, Hayley leaned back on the
desk, and I leaned forward over her, feeling the hard pressure of her tits
against my chest.
I caught my breath as quickly as I could and withdrew. Hayley sat up halfway
but stayed on the desk. She looked down at herself, grinning. I followed
her gaze and realized that she was getting all my come to run out of her onto
this poor teacher's desk.
"Uh."
She giggled.
"This will be *so* cool. I bet she won't even know what it is right away."
Hayley backed up wiping herself clean and then wiping her fingers on the
blotter. Then she hopped off the desk, being careful not to get any semen on
her uniform.
She came up on her tiptoes and kissed me.
"Thanks. That was great."
She shoved her uniform bottoms and panties into my jeans pocket and ran out
of the room, giggling. By the time I got out to the hall, she was too far
away to stop.
I returned to the stands just as the game was getting underway. Marianne was
waiting with a sly smile on her face.
"Where were you all this time?"
"I was detained."
"Uh-huh."
She leaned against me and kissed my neck.
"You knew?"
"She asked."
"Okay. Did she mention this too?"
As discreetly as I could, I showed her Hayley's uniform bottoms. Marianne's
eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, shit. She didn't. Not right after . . ."
She looked out at the field, where Hayley had rejoined the squad. She
regarded us with a triumphant grin on her face.
"Oh, my God!" Marianne whispered. "I don't believe her! She just--I mean
you--"
"Right."
"God! She's crazy!"
Marianne was soon battling hysterical convulsions of laughter, and losing. I
tried to maintain my composure lest some of the other spectators think
something was up.
The game began, but all I could do was watch Hayley leading the cheerleaders,
knowing that her freshly fucked pussy was naked under that short skirt.
Once, after a particularly vigorous cheer, I even saw her reach down and wipe
at her thigh. I was too far away to see for sure, but almost certainly she
was trying to clean off a few last drops of come she hadn't gotten earlier.
Beside me, Marianne kept looking at her sister and dissolving into fits of
giggling. I could tell that Hayley was enjoying our reactions immensely.
When the game was over, I took them home, and we were soon up in the bedroom.
Marianne helped Hayley out of her uniform and then smacked her on the butt
as soon as she was naked.
"Ow!"
Hayley rubbed at the reddened spot and looked at Marianne in confusion.
"That was for upstaging me like that. I can't *believe* you! Right after
you--Jesus! You were doing cheers with cum running down your legs!"
Hayley just grinned at her, then at me. Marianne pushed her down on the bed
and returned to where I was standing.
She pulled off her top and bra and closed with me. I took her big tits in my
hands as I kissed her, moving her around and feeling the weight. She pulled
off my T-shirt, and we took each other's jeans off together.
She dropped to her knees in front of me, taking me deeply into her mouth. I
held her blonde head in my hands and looked up at Hayley. She was playing
idly with herself, two fingers casually exploring her folds as she watched
us. Marianne moved over me in long smooth strokes, pressing me against the
back of her throat until she began to gag, then pulling back to massage the
head with tongue and lips.
I pulled her off and led her to the bed. She lay beside Hayley, and I
marveled again at how much they resembled each other. Not as twins, but as
older and younger versions of the same model.
I crawled between their legs and put one hand in each blonde pussy. I
slipped my middle fingers into each of them, and used my thumbs to play with
their clits. Marianne's kitten tattoo had largely healed, and though I knew
she had already vetoed the idea, I kept thinking how hot it would look if
Hayley got something to match her.
Hayley purred softly as I played with her, rolling her hips against my
fingers. Marianne watched me, and an odd look came into her eyes.
"What?" I asked.
"I can see something weird in your face. Something you want to do with us."
"I'd like to eat you both at once. If we could make it work."
She looked over at her sister and played with Hayley's hair.
"Mmm. I like that idea. Come here."
As I lay on my back near the headboard, Marianne had Hayley kneel over my
face with her back to the wall. She kept one knee down and lifted the other
to place her foot behind my shoulder. Marianne put her knee down next to
Hayley's foot and placed her foot next to Hayley's knee in a reverse of the
same position. I stuffed a couple of pillows under my head, and by having
Hayley lean back against the head board and Marianne push her hips forward, I
had two blonde pussies pressed together over my mouth. I buried myself in
this wet flesh and began to eat.
I had enough room underneath them to stick two fingers into each girl. I
probed between them with my tongue, flicking at two clits at once. They
pressed down against me, moving their hips to open themselves further,
stretching out those toned cheerleader thighs.
They were soon both moaning and writhing above me as I ate and finger-fucked
them both at once. When they occasionally pulled their hips apart, I could
see up between them, seeing two pairs of big tits bumping and rubbing against
each other. Marianne had her head thrown back, though she hung onto the
headboard behind Hayley. Hayley had her arms spread wide along the back of
it, back arched, abdomen heaving and thrusting at my tongue and her sister.
As they had the last time, they seemed to feed off each other's arousal.
Both of them were incredibly wet by now, fluids running out onto my hands as
I probed at them. I pulled them closer, getting one clit on each side of my
tongue, getting them almost close enough to touch. Marianne was humping my
fingers as I ate her now, and Hayley was doing her best, though she was
unable to move as much in her position.
One cried out, then the other, hips thrashed over my mouth, and they came as
one. I ate them furiously, my tongue a blur over their clits. Marianne
suddenly threw herself backwards, freeing her body from my assault. Hayley
lifted up and fell forward across me, resting her head on my thigh. Marianne
lay on the other side, face buried against my neck. I caressed this pile of
adolescent flesh and let them catch their breath.
Marianne recovered first, pulling herself closer to me.
"Meow," she said softly.
"Kitten."
"I liked that."
"I could tell."
She moaned against my shoulder.
"Mmm . . . wanna fuck?"
I rolled her on her back and slipped into her easily. She lay calmly under
me, doing nothing but wrap her arms around my waist and her legs around mine.
I kissed her deeply, penetrating her from two directions. I pushed more
deeply into her, and she opened her legs, letting me bottom out against her
cervix. She groaned as I pressed the last bit of myself into her.
I heard a girlish giggle next to us and looked over to see Hayley watching.
"Marianne?"
"What?" she gasped.
"Do you think Steve has a big dick? It seems big to me, but I have nothing
to compare it to."
Marianne burst into laughter around her arousal, then hugged me tightly.
"Yes. Yes."
Hayley giggled again, and I went back to making love to her sister. Marianne
seemed more passive than usual, for whatever reason, and her climax took me
by surprise. She began to squeeze me more tightly, then arch her back. I
opened my eyes to see a rictus of agonized pleasure gripping her face, and
then felt her tight twat spasming around my cock. Then, all at once, her
body heaved against me, lifting off the bed with a sharp cry. This tidal
wave of passion was so sudden and intense that I lost control myself, flaming
into orgasm inside her. I grunted, spurting off into her with everything I
had.
I rolled off Marianne as soon as I could, lying between her and Hayley. They
snuggled against me, one fitting under each arm.
"I love you," a quiet voice said. I almost answered in turn before I
realized that it was coming in the wrong ear.
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