Little Peepers BY: Jem Aura (c) 2006
Just as I was getting ready for bed, I heard a noise outside my window.
I'm not sure how I managed it, but I didn't look toward the window. Usually when
you sense something, something unknown, it is nearly impossible not to react to
it. It's instinctive and automatic. But somehow I was able to give no outward
sign at all that anything was wrong, but my senses were on high alert.
I always knew my curtains were see through. But I didn't really think you
could see any detail through them. Of course, I never stood outside my window at
night with the lights on looking in. I was wrong. Later, after all the
excitement was over and I walked back up to the house and peered in through my
own window. If I moved my head slowly from side to side, I could see every
detail in the room. And I hadn't known that the panels never meet quite right
and it was easy to peer in at my bed through the slit.
There were other nights when I had been masturbating and imagined I had
heard a noise. But this time it was certain. I heard a shushing noise and then
later a muffled cough or sneeze. I figured there must be more than one,
otherwise why would there be shushing noises? And since it was Saturday night, I
suspected they were youngsters sneaking out of the house getting their jollies.
Like my friends and I used to do.
Then I thought to myself, what if they are gay boys? Or are they girls?
Do girls ever peep? The more I considered this, the clearer a plan began to
develop in my mind. I thought quickly to figure out how to make it happen.
I stood in front of the mirror and flexed some. Then I got my robe out of
the closet and put it on leaving it untied in front. Sliding my boxers off, I
let the peepers catch a glimpse or two of my package, then I put on some warm
flannel pajamas and slippers.
leaving my room, I stood by the front door looking out the window toward
my bedroom window. All I could see in front of it was a black shadow cast by the
shrubs from the street light. I flipped on the porch lights and there they were,
like deer in the headlights. A couple of middle school aged adolescent girls.
Normally I would have burst out the door and scared the crap out of them,
but I waited patiently as they crept around the back of the bush and out to the
street. Once on the street, they acted like they were just walking along.
I didn't recognize them as any of my neighbors' kids. I clearly remember,
and had fantasized about girls such that I had known in middle school. They were
so much more mature than the vast majority of the boys, and a select few
displayed unbelievable promiscuity, letting boys fondle them under their clothes
during recess in front of a crowd of onlookers. I had attracted the attention
of more than my share of these girls with my boyish good looks, but was always
too terrified to take full advantage. Since then, knowing there are a small
percentage of this type of girl sprinkled throughout the world, I had dreamed
about one appearing on my radar screen. This was as close as I had come to
finding one - and there were two.
Taking my time so as not to spook them, I grabbed my back pack and quietly
exited the house through the garage and hopped on my bicycle. In my backpack was
a very expensive mini-dv digital video camera. It sported extreme low light
capability and an incredible 33x optical zoom. At the top of the hill I stopped
and peered through the viewfinder. There they were several hundred yards ahead
walking casually along.
At the next block they turned to the right. At full zoom I could see them
clearly from a quarter mile away. I glided down the hill and quickly reached the
corner where they had turned. Taking up a new position out of sight of passing
cars, I watched the girls walk several hundred yards and then finally cross the
street and disappear into an open garage door. The garage was attached to a
modest house. Lights came on and they nearly blinded me, the camera taking a
second to adjust.
I rode past the house in recon mode. Mentally noting the house number and
which bedroom windows had lights on, I ditched the bike in a bush a few houses
down and walked back in front of the house.
I could hear girls voices coming from the side of the house. Several low
trees and a neighboring privacy fence provided cover as I crept around. The
voices were coming from one of the basement windows. The blinds were bent and
tangled and there were several gaps to peer through. The room was a clutter of
dirty clothes, magazines, dishes, soda cans, and boxes stacked along one wall as
if they had been rummaged through and not properly repacked. One of the girls
was sitting on a couch watching TV while the other was at a computer desk
typing. The computer monitor was askew slightly from my vantage point, but it
was close enough to the window that I could see a boys face in a small window on
the screen and scrolling lines of text in another. The screen was full of
windows piled one on top of the other. There was a web-cam on top of the
monitor. The girls were sweaty from their excursion and had taken off their
shoes and blue jeans. I could see them piled just inside the door.
The girls were talking to each other while still focusing on what they
were doing - chatting on the computer and watching TV. One of the girls spoke,
"Hey, does your mom always work the late shift on weekends?" asked the dark
headed girl.
"Now she does. for the next six months, then she gets to pick her weekend
shift."
"Can you spend the night at my house next weekend?"
"Sure, we can swim in your pool. Will your parents be home?"
"I don't know. They usually go out but not all night. Maybe, Why?"
"Kevin's asking if he can see me next weekend." With that the girl at the
computer, the one who apparently lived in the house, stood up, turned her butt
to the web-cam, bent over slightly and pulled down her panties. After two
seconds, she pulled them up and sat back down and started typing. I could
vaguely see some movement on the computer screen. The girls did not pause in
their conversation, or laugh or anything, making me believe that this was all
routine.
It was especially surprising since I estimated the girls ages to be around
12 years old. They were both incredibly pretty. Thin and lithe, with a hint of
breasts poking at their loose t-shirts. And they didn't seem the type to be so
promiscuous.
Lying down on the ground, I put my chewing gum over the red record light
of my camera, zoomed in tight on the computer screen, and pressed record. Sure
enough, there was her boyfriend, Kevin I guess, in his boxers with his penis
standing out of the opening in the front. The girl seemed mildly interested in
what he was doing. Her fingers were moving quickly on the keyboard. Then another
window popped up and there was a different boy also masturbating. I could almost
make out what was being said in the chat window. She stopped typing, leaned
forward and lifted her shirt. She wiggled her small breasts at the camera for a
couple of seconds, then again went back to typing and clicking the mouse.
All told she had six different guys all thinking she was their exclusive
sex toy. And to my utter astonishment, one of the guys was at least forty years
old. To this guy she stood facing the camera and pulled down the front of her
panties while he furiously whacked himself.
I was anxious to get back home. I hooked the camera up to my TV and
watched the video I had recorded. Now that it was in full resolution size on my
hi-def TV and not in the camera viewfinder, I was able to clearly read all of
the words that they typed. But at the moment, I wasn't watching the typing - I
had the camera looping through the girl lifting her shirt and wiggling her
breasts. Almost the same instant I ejaculated into my belly-button, I had a
flash of inspiration - "<kellybelly101> Okay, here they are.", was the last
line she typed before showing her breasts, and then I noticed the title bar of
the adjacent window with chatters scrolling by "yahoo chatroom - coolchat5"
In about 45 seconds I was logged on to Yahoo and watching the exact same
window scrolling by on my computer. The sidebar clearly showed kellybelly101
present and accounted for. After watching the chat log scroll by for a while,
thinking, I logged off and went to bed.
Over the next several days I plotted and schemed a way to get her
interested in me. The first couple of attempts she just blew me off and would
not chat with me. I even tried posing as a girl, but no luck. Slowly a plan was
developing. It basically involved telling the truth.
I started by picking the name <peepedupon101> and started insisting on an
audience with her majesty. When she finally responded I told her most of the
truth, with a small lie or two attached.
<peepedupon101> Hi KellyBelly, You don't know it yet, but we've met.
<kellybelly101> I don't think so. No one on line knows who I am.
<peepedupon101> I do.
<kellybelly101> no way, prove it
<peepedupon101> You live in Winchester Illinois
<peepedupon101> On Mapletree Lane
<kellybelly101> Who is this? Is this Shelly?
<peepedupon101> Is Shelly your blonde friend?
<kellybelly101> Shelly told you. She promised me she wouldn't tell anyone.
<peepedupon101> Shelly didn't tell me anything.
<kellybelly101> Yeah right. She is the only way you could know. Unless
<peepedupon101> Unless what
<kellybelly101> Unless you are my mom.
<peepedupon101> I'm not your mom. It will all make sense once I tell you
who I am.
<kellybelly101> Well don't keep me waiting, I'm freaking out here.
<peepedupon101> I live near you. You and Shelly were spying on me through
my bedroom window.
<kellybelly101> No way
<peepedupon101> way
<kellybelly101> How did you find me here?
<peepedupon101> I followed you home and spied on you at your basement
window. I had a pair of binoculars and read your computer screen.
<kellybelly101> why are you doing this?
<peepedupon101> I'm warning you.
<kellybelly101> we won't do it any more, if that's what you mean.
<peepedupon101> It's not
<kellybelly101> what then?
<peepedupon101> I have surveillance video of you peeping in my window.
It's not the first time I heard you out there. I don't like trespassers. I had
them installed months ago, the last time I heard you outside my window.
<kellybelly101> so? big deal.
<peepedupon101> It is a big deal. I have a link to the criminal statutes
for the state if you want it. Voyeurism (trespassing for the purpose of spying
for sexual gratification), is a felony.
<kellybelly101> I'm only 12 years old. They wouldn't arrest me.
<peepedupon101> I wasn't going to give it to the police. I was thinking
the TV news. They eat this stuff up. And they would pay me for it. A lot of
money.
<kellybelly101> I don't think you can do that. You'd get sued by my mom.
<peepedupon101> No, I've already checked into it. You were on my property
without permission. I was perfectly within my rights to conduct surveillance and
the video belongs to me to do with as I choose. Channel 5 is very interested.
They've called me back three times.
<kellybelly101> brb
A long wait had me wondering if she was coming back.
<peepedupon101> Are you there?
******** kellybelly101 has left yahoo chat *******
I think I might have scared her. I guess it would be kind of scary.
Several minutes later, sitting on the toilet, there was a knock at the
door.
Finishing as quickly as I could, I peered through the curtains. I could
see Kelly, her face streaked with tears, fighting back sobs. A shockwave of fear
raced through my mind and body. I had not expected this.
As I opened the door to speak to her, she pushed hard and forced her way
in. Taken by surprise, I fell back. She closed the door with her back, and
slid to the floor sobbing up at me. She said nothing. Her face and lack of
words told me she didn't have a clue why she had run to my house, other than
being desperate.
I offered her my hand and after a significant pause, she accepted it.
Lifting her from the floor, I pulled her into a fatherly 'hush-little-
baby-don't-you-cry' type of hug.
She stiffened and tried to pull away, fearful of everything she hadn't
bothered to imagine yet. She was shorter and more petite than I had imagined
her, now that she was right in front of me. I brushed her hair from her face
with my fingers and smiled as warmly as I could down at her. She relaxed a
little but could not stop crying.
"I'm sorry I scared you. I was just toying with you. I mean, I was mad at
first. That's why I followed you. But when I realized I could find you in the
chat room... well, I was just getting even, trying to teach you a lesson.
There's no video. You don't have to worry.
With that she choked out some powerful, happier sobs that shot snot and
saliva several feet down the hall. Pulling away, she slapped me several times
on my shoulder and arm, "God, I can't believe...". Pausing she hit me half
heartedly a couple more times then crept back into my arms. "You're good. You
really got me."
When her halting breaths finally slowed and smoothed out, I ushered her
into my kitchen and sat her on a bar stool. I pulled a Pepsi and a Dr Pepper
from the fridge and offered them both to her. She pointed to the DP. I poured it
into a tall glass, plopped a couple of cubes in and handed it to her.
"You okay?"
Kelly nodded and sniffed.
I slid a box of Kleenex down the long counter to her, then sat on the
opposite side, facing her.
"You sure are brave coming here all by yourself to kick my ass."
She chuckled a little in the middle of a very soggy nose blow.
"I really am sorry. You seemed like such a hard ass, chatting with all of
those guys. You scared the shit out of me coming here."
"I can't believe you saw me doing that."
"No worse that what you saw me doing."
I noticed in her eyes that she had quickly reviewed the mental record of
whatever she had seen me doing, leaving no doubt she was guilty of more than one
event - probably many more. She made no attempt to deny it.
"I thought you were black mailing me."
"You wouldn't have enough money to blackmail"
"I mean for sex"
"I know what you meant. Actually, the thought did cross my mind. I'm not
a mean guy. I could never do something like that. Anyway, I can't enjoy sex
unless the girl is willing."
She took a sip of her soda and considered for a moment.
I asked her, "I didn't think girls liked peeping. Why would you want to
spy on me? I'm and old man compared to you."
"Shelly and I watched you cut your grass last year. We snuck into some big
pine trees across the street... you don't look old to me." Her eyes went to my
chest and arms and did a close up appraisal. She approved. "It was that same
night that we snuck over the first time and looked in your window. We were
playing truth-or-dare."
"And what was I doing?"
Her eyes twinkled deviously for a split second, and then she said: "You
typed on your laptop for a long time, but then you..." She spoke the last few
words with her eyes"
"Are you kidding me? Really? I did?"
Kelly nodded, smiling.
"Very embarrassing."
Kelly shook her head no: "Very cool - that was the first time either of
us got to see one. Because of you we started getting guys to do it on line.
We've seen lots since then."
We talked for a while about where she moved from across town, which school
she used to go to, her friend Shelly being from her old neighborhood all the way
across town, etc. More to the point, I learned that her mother works a lot of
overtime for not a lot of money, and drinks the rest of the time. I was more
than a little nervous having the girl in my house, and she seemed content and
willing to talk on and on and on.
I apologized again for scaring her and ushered her out the door.
A few months later she considered me to be one of her best on-line
friends. Her and Shelly had performed some lude acts into their camera with me
protesting and them laughing, which seemed to make them want to do it all the
more, and even more outrageously. And I had to deflect all of their attempts to
get me to invite them over to my house. These girls were very dangerous.
Especially when they were together. When they were together, the antics seemed
to be unlimited.
On a particular fall Friday evening we had been chatting on the computer
and I 'brb'd' them. I had been chatting with both of them at the same time,
which usually only happens when they are sleeping over at each other's house. I
needed to fix some dinner. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. Realizing who
it probably was, I nearly shit my pants.
"Hi girls"
Kelly again tried to force her way in but I had my foot planted behind the
door.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"C'mon, let us in, pleeease?" moaned Kelly, glancing at the street like
she was being followed. Shelly stayed quiet but had a very similar look of
guilt.
I craned my neck out the door and looked up and down the street. "Did
anyone see you?"
"Not that I noticed"
"Did you even look?"
"Not really."
I let them in. "You shouldn't even be here. I know what you girls are
about and I don't want to go to jail."
The seriousness and cut of anger in my voice made the girls go quiet,
looking up at me with wide, fearful eyes. There is something primal about the
way that particular moment affected me. Time slowed in that instant. My instinct
awakened and spoke to me. It had recognized something that it had seen a million
times before - something it always is looking for... In the span of a few
seconds the girls went from feeling fancy free and in control - the way they
move so sultry and flirt so openly, and especially the tilted looks that are
sometimes accompanied with flinging hair or a quick flash of the tongue - now
having shattered that reality with my flash of anger, the girls quickly switched
to a posture of submission - a posture that says 'We're sorry. We'll do whatever
you want us to do. We don't like it when you are angry, We want to be here with
you much worse than we want to get away from your anger. We can endure it. We
trust you. Tell us what you want us to do to make you happy with us again.'
The body language being used by the girls is the same language girls that age
have used for hundreds of thousands of years. It's part of the human mating
ritual, and my instinct could read their intent as if it were tattooed on their
foreheads.
"Come on in." I said, softly clamping my hands on the back of their necks
and guiding them into the kitchen. Both of them glanced up at my face to read my
expression, so that their own instinct could read in my body language if the
message had been received - the affect of their wiles. Shelly's instinct was
telling her to do something, anything: She leaned against me and draped her arm
around my waist. It was a very sweet gesture and it created an awkward
situation. Certain gestures like that cannot just be ignored. I felt compelled
to express some sort of affection toward her in response. For the moment, my arm
draped around her as well. Kelly was oblivious and just let me lead her through
the house.
We entered the kitchen. I had intended to sit them on barstools and serve
soda, but now that would not do at all. I could not break physical contact with
Shelly or the moment would die and she would feel rejected. So I released Kelly
to the other side of the bar, sat down on a barstool, and pulled Shelly between
me and the bar, between my legs, as we faced Kelly. I enveloped her and had her
completely penned in. My hands settled on her hips, the firmness and shape of
her hourglass was evident to me at once. Before anyone spoke, the girls
exchanged looks. I couldn't see Shelly's face but I suspect it was somewhat
triumphant due to Kelly's difficult to describe but easy to read look of
exasperated defeat while not showing any animosity toward her friend.
Shelly reciprocated my gesture of affection by leaning back against me.
Her butt contacting my inner thighs, back bending until her shoulders touched my
chest and my face wafted in the fresh herbal scent of her shampoo. She left me
nothing to do with my hands now except wrap them completely around her.
"Hasn't anyone ever taught you girls that it is rude to just pop in on
people?" I still had on my gruff, angry voice, but the fact that I was openly
expressing a great deal of affection toward Shelly took all of the teeth out of
it.
"We didn't think you would mind." Said Shelly.
"You mean other than the fact that I have threatened you many times not to
come over?" I said, accusingly.
"I remembered you told me that you always did your laundry on Thursday
night. So I thought we could help you." Said Kelly.
"That is awful sweet of you. But we hardly know each other. Are you sure
you want to be handling my dirty underwear?" I glared as they lauhed. "It seems
kind of suspicious to me, like there must be another reason for you being here?
Maybe something you're wanting?"
The girls' eyes went wide and they laughed, nodding their heads.
"I can't imagine what you think I can offer you in exchange. But for now,
can I offer you something to drink? Soda?"
"Like, what else do you have?" Asked Kelly, suddenly interested.
"Oh, let's see." I pushed Shelly gently away and went to the refrigerator,
"Milk, orange juice, beer, wine," then moving to the cabinet over the stove,
"vodka, rum, whiskey, gin. I also have coffee." I stared at them
expectantly.
"We don't like beer or wine, and I've never tried anything else. Have
you?" Kelly asked Shelly
"Nope." replied Shelly. Shelly had moved across the kitchen watching me
search for drinks and I noticed she was giving me these incredibly sultry,
mischievous looks, tugging at her shirt exposing her midriff, and striking poses
that forced me to stare at her. And it seemed the more I did the more she got
into it. Shelly did not strike me as the aggressive type, but she seemed to be
intent on pushing my buttons.
"Here, you might like this. It is a sipping liquor, orange flavored,
called Contreau."
I got out three shot glasses and poured a quarter shot for each of them.
They tentatively sipped and quickly acknowledged their approval. It was sweet
and the alcohol was masked. I set the bottle on the bar and told them to help
themselves. I poured myself a full shot of whiskey, downed it, and then poured
another. Seeing me, the girls filled up their glasses and sipped faster.
Coming up behind Kelly, I ran my hand up and down her back. Gently
massaging her neck, then scratching down her spine toward her hips - diverting
to the side and sliding my palm along her hip and thigh. Kelly's head slumped,
her hair hanging down, obviously enjoying the affection. I set my shot glass
down and used both hands to repeat in stereo what I had just done. This time, on
my way back up, I caressed her sides and allowed my fingertips to brush the
sides of her breasts. Shelly watched as I repeated this a couple of times and
tried to draw my attention away from Kelly by flashing skin and panties, acting
like she was going to strip for me right there in the kitchen. It was very
confusing trying to figure out what I should do, how I should treat each one so
that it didn't all blow up in my face. And it was scary being the focus of
attention of such fanatically promiscuous girls. I decided to play it coy and
leave them alone for a while, so I went to the laundry room and left them to
work out their own schemes and sip their Contreau.
My exit allowed the girls to hatch some new plots. I could hear their
excited whispers and choked back laughing. My only plan at this point was to get
the girls on the defensive by starving them for my affections - defensive in
that they would soon be saying things like 'anything you want'. Those three
words give me a hard on.
One small problem that would soon be remedied was that I needed a shower.
Any time I am faced with the prospect of sexual contact, I become aware of my
state of personal hygiene. Right now it was not good, and a shower seemed the
right thing to do to temp the girls and hopefully get them doing outrageous, out
of control things. At least I hoped they would. And if they took the initiative
to come barging in on me. Then fair play dictated that I should get equal
amounts of exposed flesh - eventually.
So I floated through the kitchen on my way to the shower, carrying some
folded laundry, and immediately noticed the affect the Contreau was already
having. "Hey, you better slow down on that stuff or you'll pass out and miss
all the fun."
Their riotous laughter was another indicator of their inebriation, because
I didn't find anything funny in what I had said.
"This is really good schtuff." Said Kelly, spitting on the bar top
accidentally. And of course this caused more laughter.
"I've got to take a shower." I took their bottle, poured them a little
more, and then put it back in the cabinet. "This 'schtuff' will sneak up on you
if you're not careful. Wait a little while and see how you feel. Then you can
have some more if you want."
I took my shower, purposely leaving the bedroom door wide open and the
bathroom door unlocked. Sure enough, they stumbled in giggling and laughing. I
knew my body was nothing to be ashamed of. I was 6'-2", 225 pounds and well
toned. I had great skin and an attractive package. The shower door was frosted
so they opened it to get a look at me.
"Just like old times, huh? The peeping Nancy's!"
The alcoholic affect was very apparent in the way their laughter died away
to blankly staring right at my dick, unabashedly, with greedy eyes.
There was no way to control the imminent erection, watching their young
eyes wide with wonder, gawking. I knew it would come up. So I headed it off.
"I'm almost done. Go pick a movie or something." I splashed water at them
and the spell was broken. Smiling up at me with deepening blushes they found
their way back out of the bathroom, steadying themselves and bumping into each
other.
I put on a combo that I knew was deadly - flannel pj pants (the ones I
knew they had seen me in through the window) and a tight white tank t-shirt.
Tight white briefs underneath would save me from embarrassing tents in my
flannel pajamas.
When I came out, I found Kelly at my computer and Shelly in my over-
stuffed recliner.
Kelly asked, "Do you ever look at porn?"
"Sometimes. Why?" I asked
"Is that what you were doing on your laptop?", she asked.
"Kind of, I was reading a sexy story."
"Where do you get it from?"
"Newsgroups"
"The news?"
"No. There is a part of the internet called 'newsgroups'. There are
groups for anything you can imagine. Especially porn. There are thousands of
them. People post pictures and videos and you can down load them for free."
"Come on, show me."
"I don't have it set up on this computer. Go get my laptop from the
bedroom."
Kelly sprang up, took a step and fell down. Laughing it off, she weaved
her way toward my room.
I offered Shelly my hand. She took it, not knowing what I wanted. I lifted
her up, sat down, spun her around and pulled her into my lap. I reclined the
chair and she spooned herself into my arms.
When Kelly returned, I gave her instructions on how to find the newsgroups
while I became more acquainted with Shelly. I knew where my cache of files were
but I didn't want her seeing those. Leaving her free to explore the groups on
her own, I'd find out what turns her on and she'd be occupied for a while so I
could focus on the lovely creature in my arms.
"You might not like some of the stuff in those groups. There are a lot of
sickoes out there. Nobody sensors what is posted." I said. Shelly was rubbing
her fingers on my face, enjoying the feel of my stiff whiskers on her soft
skin. Kelly said nothing and continued browsing the newsgroups, reading the
descriptions.
"Here's one 'gaypreteenboys', and 'gayteenanal'"
"You might want to find the ones that start with 'alt.binaries.erotica...'
She began scrolling up to find them.
I whispered into Shelly's ear, "Kelly's a nympho, isn't she."
"Yep." She whispered quietly in my ear, "I kind of am too, but she's a
lot worse than me.
"Is she still a virgin?"
Shelly shook her head, smiling wryly for her friends accomplishment. "I
am, but she's not." She whispered.
All of a sudden Kelly squeeked "Holy Shit! look at this." She turned the
screen so we could see. It was a black guy stroking a twenty inch cock.
"Oh, my God!" said Shelly, craning her neck around to see. Then looked
back at me with a little fear in her eyes. Fear that maybe I'm bigger than she
had imagined.
Soon Kelly was on to other pictures, each one a new fascination. One was
a close up of girl with sperm all over her face and the head of a dick near her
mouth.
"Which groups do you like?" Kelly asked.
"Teenage girls are what I look for. They are in a whole bunch of groups.
But there are a lot of pics in those that are illegal. You know, child porn.
She clicked away and I ran my hands along Shelly's back and hips and
thighs, caressing her. Shelly continued to rub her fingers against the grain of
my stubble, her face an inch from my neck. She was in a dreamy sort of mood and
kissed my neck periodically as if tasting me. All of a sudden she shuddered,
as if waking up and becoming aware of what she was doing all of a sudden. She
raised her head to look at me. When I turned from Kelly to look at her, our
mouths were inches apart. The awkwardness embarrassed us both. Shelly shifted
her body nervously, then resolved to kiss me on the mouth. She pressed too
hard, was trying too hard - to be 'womanly' I guess. She poked her tongue in my
mouth like an anteater on a termite mound. She knew she was failing miserably,
and her rising panic was making things even worse.
I clamped her head in the vice between my bent left arm and my hand that
now grasped her jaw. I whispered in her ear, "Hold perfectly still.".
Pulling her jaw open I kissed her soft and deep, slowly sliding my wet
lips across hers, gently caressing her tongue with mine. When I felt the tension
leave her body, when she finally melted in my arms at the slow, methodical kiss
she was trying to complete, trying to anticipate an end to, the kiss that I was
drawing out to its fullness against her impatient hummingbird method, she melted
even further into my arms. There was no end to this kiss. When I pulled away to
trace my tongue across her lips and teeth, under her lips, behind her teeth, she
was totally still, a rag doll in my arms, mouth open, blushing deeply and
swooning, eyes closed. Once I knew she was utterly relaxed, I began slowly,
very slowly sliding my hand from her jaw toward her neck. So slowly that each
inch took several seconds. In her relaxed mind, I would be sliding along her
neck for quite some time at that rate. The kissing of her mouth continuing, her
focus returning there, the hand still sliding along her neck ever so slowly, and
the kissing... the kissing must continue... is continuing... his hand is
on my collar bone, sliding... his soft lips, his tongue, I'm so comfortable in
his arms... his hand is moving across my t-shirt. He is going to slide right
over my breast... but when? Not for a while still... ever so slowly, his lips
are wet, and his tongue feels nice under my lips, sliding across my teeth. Oh,
he has my breast in his hand. When did that happen? I don't remember. It feels
nice to be adored by a real man.
My hand had been lightly skimming her body as it slid along, but now on
her breast I cupped it firmly and then slid my hand back up to her neck.
She opened her eyes, but otherwise remained perfectly still. We stared in
each other's eyes. I smiled and raised my eyebrows a little, expressing my
victory over her. She did not smile. Instead, she sat up and loomed over my
reclined body with hunger and passion. I could see it in her dreamy eyes and
pouting lips, and the forward tilt of her head as she closed the distance to my
mouth. She practiced the method she had just learned, at length, and I rubbed
her breasts through her t-shirt while she did.
Kelly had glanced at us a few times, but was otherwise content to explore
this new medium I had introduced her to.
"Do you like this one?" Asked Kelly, turning the screen towards us.
It was a pre-teen girl, probably 11 years old, lying on her stomach with a
seductive look on her face, her ass protruding upwards showing off a string
thong. She was topless, her breasts just small points. I was about to say that
she was way, way too young, but then I considered, she was only about one year
younger than these girls.
"Yeah, I like it." I said, having seen that picture many times before.
"But she's too young."
Kelly continued to click away, looking for a match. Shelly had moved back
to kissing my neck.
"What about this one?"
Turning the screen toward me she had found a picture of one of the classic
'teen' models that are actually retired strippers in their late twenties with
pigtails and modified breasts. "She's okay, I guess, but she's no teenager.
"
A little while later she had another she wanted my opinion on. She had
found a picture of one of my favorite girls. She was lying back on a luxurious
bed completely nude, her legs spread partly open and her arms splayed above her
head. The girl was about 12 and had very nicely formed small breasts. Her pubic
hair was barely forming, a soft wispy curl.
"Very nice." I said, emphatically.
Hearing this, Shelly turned and looked. Her eyes beheld a girl almost
exactly like her in age, build, hair color, and even facial features. She
turned to me, smiled knowingly, and went back to practicing her kissing
"Isn't this child porn?" Kelly asked about the picture she had just shown
me.
"Not really. She isn't doing anything sexual. It's considered to be an
artistic nude and they aren't illegal. You can find books with pictures like
those at the bookstore."
A little later she said, "What about this?"
This time it was a very young girl stroking a man's penis.
"That will get you five years in prison."
Kelly looked back at the screen and then back at me. "How do I get rid of
it?"
"I'll get rid of it later."
With that Kelly turned off the laptop, closed it, and went to the kitchen.
"Get mine." Shelly yelled after her.
Kelly returned with their shot glasses re-filled. Handing one to Shelly
they both took two small sips and set them on the end table. Kelly climbed
aboard on my other side and now I had no free hand to stroke Shelly with.
Kelly sat there staring at me.
"Well, here we are." I said, stupidly after a long pause.
"Yep, here we are." Said Kelly.
Shelly raised up and kissed me again, drawing it out with her soft lips
twisting slowly from side to side, licking around the inside of my mouth, like I
had taught her. As soon as she finished and settled back down to nibbling my
neck, Kelly kissed me much the same way, but longer, apparently trying to best
her friend. I thought I could sense some tension building between them.
Predictably, Shelly kissed me even longer. But while Kelly was waiting her turn,
she cupped her hand on my crotch and began rubbing me, knowing I was pinned down
and could do nothing. When Shelly finally finished her kiss and saw what Kelly
was doing, she got jealous.
"KELLEEEEY?" Was all she said, in a rising tone as if it were a question
meaning 'what the hell do you think you are doing?'
"What?" replied Kelly, continuing to rub and flashing a cruel smile at
her. If I had had a free arm, I would have stopped Kelly from continuing.
Apparently Shelly was much more sensitive than Kelly, and couldn't compete with
her in an emotional battle. As if reaching the end of round one of a boxing
match, the washing machine buzzer went off.
I poured the girls onto the floor, sprang to my feet and went to put the
first load of clothes in the dryer and start another washing. When I returned,
The girls were back in their corners, Kelly at the laptop and Shelly back in the
chair. With Kelly facing away from me, I gestured to Shelly from the hall,
holding my finger to my mouth, I beckoned her to follow me and I quickly ducked
away into my bedroom before Kelly could notice I had been in the room.
Staggering in a moment later, Shelly came into my arms. A moment after
that I flung her onto the bed, kissed her deeply, and forced my hand between her
legs, rubbing her firmly. She moaned as we kissed. Another few moments and I
was deftly unbuttoning her blouse and stripping off her bra. I kissed and
caressed her wonderful young breasts. This girl was exactly the type I had
fantasized about for so long. The one I knew existed but couldn't find.
"God you are beautiful!" I exclaimed, staring at her breasts moving under
my hands. "I can't stand it."
Shelly just stared with that hungry passionate look on her face. I kissed
and groped her, my frenzy increasing.
With a tinge of frustration in my voice I said, "You're driving me
crazy".
"What should I do?" She asked softly, paused, and then repeated, "Tell me
what you want me to do."
Those words were very close to my all time favorite three words I like to
hear. I answered her question exactly honestly: "Please, will you stroke me, or
suck on me, or whatever, make me cum, please."
She sat up "Okay" she said eagerly.
I stripped off my PJ's and briefs, allowing my erection to spring out.
Quickly I laid back and she went to work.
Rubbing her back gently I felt her stroking me, her head moving closer,
she took me into her mouth. Oooh.... she was a natural. The warmth quickly
spread into my brain and pulsed my erection to a raging, heated stiffness. I
think the kissing lesson was paying dividends. She worked and worked, sucking
and sliding, then stroking while she caught her breath.
Kelly silently pushed open the door and stood watching us, Shelly unaware
of her. I couldn't read the strange look on Kelly's face at first, but I soon
realized it wasn't jealousy at all, but interest in watching the erotic scene
for her own enjoyment, like the pornography. I said to Shelly, "We have an
audience."
Without stopping, she rolled her eyes in acknowledgment, apparently not
caring.
I motioned to Kelly by pinching my shirt. She looked a little puzzled,
then I saw the light bulb come on over her head. She stepped into the room and
with extreme eroticism she slowly stripped her clothes off for me. Shelly
glanced at her a few times while catching her breath but seemed happy with the
fact that she had me in her mouth, and that that indicates a certain level of
control, possession being 9/10ths of the law. I felt that if I could keep my
attention and affections primarily on Shelly, that it would all work out
eventually.
Kelly was driving me crazy too. Not only the fact that she was nude and
showing off for me, but because of the hungry looks she kept stealing at my dick
being sucked on. She wanted to suck me and fuck me very bad, and it was written
on her face when she stared.
So far we had only been in the bedroom for about 15 minutes. I loved
moving fast and furious when there's no head games or prudishness to hold back
the tide. I already knew how far these girls intended to go, and that it had
been discussed prior to knocking on my door. With them, at that age, It's
usually about 'Truth or Dare' - competition, and when competing, everyone
strives for a grand slam home run. I was sure the girls had talked about what
they would do if they could get me pinned down, and in their competitiveness,
expressed the desire to each other for a home run. Even so, jealousy can easily
creep in and spoil the fun, like it almost did.
Kelly began moving toward me, completely naked. With one knee already on
the bed and ready to take her turn sucking on me, I waved her off. Glancing from
Shelly to her and rolling my eyes at her, in warning. She took my meaning,
reluctantly: that if she was patient, her turn would come, but that I was
intent on Shelly for now, and that it just wouldn't work to do them both at the
same time.
"I pushed Shelly away and made her to lay on her back. With Kelly looking
on, I quickly removed the rest of Shelly's clothes. Pushing her further up on
the bed I pulled her legs wide apart. Intentionally I made her think I was going
to fuck her right then, looming over her spread legs with my hard dick coming
closer. I laid on top of her and kissed her ever so gently and passionately,
grinding my bent dick into her crotch. She gave no sign of objecting. I could
have started fucking her right then and there, and I was so very tempted to.
Shelly was now propped up in her mood and confidence, strangely she was
not showing the least bit of fear, fear of what she knew was coming. Partly
because she had lost out so many times to Kelly when they both were competing
for a boy's affections, and now she was clearly winning. Partly because she had
swooned so completely during her kissing lessons, unlocking her ability to be
passionate without being stiff and nervous, that she had fallen for me very hard
and fast and wanted to please me. And partly because her best friend was there
with her, that even though they competed, and Kelly often did cruel things to
Shelly, she knew Kelly loved her and that this climactic event was going to bond
them together as friends seldom are.
Slowly I slid down the length of her body, pausing to kiss her breasts,
her belly button, and then settling in on her soft button that grew and
stretched tight under my lips and tongue. Methodically I licked and sucked her,
pausing to sit up and stare at her body, rubbing her slit with my thumb and
slipping it inside her over and over in the growing wetness.
Kelly had been alternating between watching intently, and slowly dancing
for me. "Come on, Kelly, show me something really sexy." I said, challenging
her.
She changed her dance rhythm. It was now pronounced with many more views
of her legs spread open, humping motions, and hands squeezing her breasts. I
was in heaven.
During the next round of licking and sucking on Shelly, I felt her shiver
and her hips rose up pressing her mound firmly against my mouth, then slumped
back down.
Lying on top of her again, I kissed her and whispered in her ear. "Was
that good?"
Shelly moaned affirmatively.
"Do want me to do it? Are you ready? If you're not it's okay."
Softly she whispered, "Yes."
Watching Kelly, I raised up and pulled Shelly's hips close to the edge of
the bed. Her legs hung down and her mound protruded out in a most inviting way.
grabbing two overstuffed chair pillows I knelt on them bringing my hips even
with hers. Kelly climbed onto the bed by Shelly's head and lay on her back,
rubbing her beautiful pussy for me.
Kneeling, I began rubbing the head of my dick around Shelly's vagina, her
juices flowing, the slipperiness quickly had me exploring the feeling of
pressing into her. Earlier when I had explored her with my thumb I could feel
her tightness, I could tell she would be very tight, but would also easily
stretch to accommodate me without any pain. I leaned back and watched her pussy
stretch open as I pressed in gently, both of us moaning pleasure at the feeling.
Several times I rocked forward, my dick parting her lips and entering a
few glorious inches, each time pulling completely out of her and seeing the
stretched canal begging for another thrust, each time pausing to rub the head of
my dick on her clit. Over and over I thrust gently into her outer chamber,
wetness and passion growing within her until I held it there, against the wall,
pressing... She watched my face intently as I watched what I was doing to her.
Whenever I glanced up at her, she would smile sweetly.
I pressed harder, watching her carefully. A little harder, she winced
slightly and I felt the wall give a little under the pressure. Another thrust
and another wince of her face, and I was deeper than before. Slowly I pulled out
of her, nearly all of the way out. I began rocking like I had before but with
ever increasing depth to my thrusts. She was taking me in. I was reaching the
hilt of my pubic bone now with each thrust. Several deep sliding thrusts inside
this lovely virgin, my entire shaft disappearing inside her, and I was about to
explode. But before I did, I pulled out.
Breathing deeply I concentrated on not having an orgasm. My dick pulsed
with anticipation. Shelly looking up at me affectionately, but wondered why I
had stopped.
The position I had been fucking her from was so I could see the fucking. I
love to watch my dick enter a pretty pussy. But now I wanted her to feel it the
way it should be. The way I know women like it - with me on top of her, our
bodies in full and complete contact - smothered underneath my massive frame -
controlled and dominated. So I pushed her back to the center of the bed,
forcing Kelly to move aside a little, and entered her again, thrusting myself
deep within her over and over and over while kissing her face. I watched as
Kelly gave herself an orgasm, squeaking as cute as you could wish at the final
spasm. Then Kelly sweetly pushed the hair out of Shelly's face and stroked her
forehead and cheek, staring into her eyes and sharing the moment as her best
friends face jostled in response to my thrusts .
All at once Shelly sucked the air in through her teeth as her body racked
with another orgasm. With all of her hormones flowing in the blush of erotic
love making, her instinct was to pull my sperm deep within her. Her legs
widened, her hips rocked back, I thrust to the hilts, again and again and again.
She was spent. Satisfied entirely. But I had not ejaculated.
Kissing Shelly's red face I withdrew from her, laid down beside her and
held her close. No words were necessary.
Kelly was boring her eyes into mine as I continued to hold Shelly, knowing
she was about to fall asleep.
Shelly seemed to sense what was going on. She said in a sleepy voice,
"Tuck me in and go with Kelly."
"You won't be jealous?"
Shelly shook her head.
I looked up at Kelly. Kelly nodded emphatically.
I stood up and headed for the bathroom. Looking back I saw Kelly examining
Shelly closely to see if she was hurt or bleeding.
In the bathroom I washed my penis. Kelly came in and draped herself
against my backside. I whispered to her.
"I'm sure she's fine. Let's go in by the TV so she doesn't have to watch.
I think she will probably go to sleep."
Shelly's body and appearance was the epitome of innocence. She just had
that look. Slightly softer and very slightly plumper than Kelly, she evoked a
need for gentleness in touch and caressing of her spirit through the whole
process. Kelly on the other hand was sultry, aggressive, almost cruel at times,
and didn't seem to want soft treatment. Her body was leaner and harder, her very
small breasts hard and pointed. With her it was all about deep, personal
satisfaction, intense sensations, outrageous erotic pleasure. At least that's
the impression I got. Because sometimes a persons outer demeanor belies their
true nature.
I tiptoed over to Shelly to check if she was asleep. She looked up,
smiled, then rolled over, pulling the covers up tight under her chin. I kissed
her cheek and pushed Kelly out of the room and down the hall.
I sat on the couch and Kelly stood in front of me, allowing me to run my
hands all over her, my cock quickly rising to attention. Kelly pulled and
stroked it.
"Shelly told me you're not a virgin."
Kelly shook her head. "Kevin"
"I thought so. How was it?"
"Okay, I guess. But nothing like what you did to Shelly."
"Oh? Why? What do you mean?" I turned her around and pulled her into my
lap. She spread her legs for me as I reached around and started rubbing her clit
and cupping her stiff breast.
"Well, it was like we had talked for a long time about doing it. Then when
the time finally came, he shot off really fast and called his friend and left.
I haven't heard from him for a week."
"It was only a week ago?" I asked, in surprise.
Kelly nodded.
"I bet he's ashamed he shot off so quick and is afraid to face you again.
I remember the same thing happened to me."
"Really? Mmmmm - you do that so nice..."
I rolled her off of me and onto the couch. I was ready to set the stage
for her, lay down the law - so to speak. I was very excited to know that Kelly
had not had a good experience her first time. To me it meant that THIS was her
real first time, even though her cherry might have been popped by the little
prick. Or maybe not.
"Show me where you want me to kiss you." I told her.
Kelly thought a moment, reading me. My intentions weren't at all clear.
She didn't know what to do, so she tentatively pointed at her mouth.
I shook my head. "Show me where you want me to kiss you." I repeated.
She smiled a little and pointed at her pussy.
"Don't point, it's not polite. Show me."
All of a sudden she understood. Blushing slightly she slid to the far arm
of the couch and opened up her gorgeous legs to me.
"I don't know, I can't see very well. Where do you want me to kiss you?"
Readjusting her position, she stretched her legs as wide open as they
would go.
"Ah! I see... Now I see... What a beautiful sight it is."
Leaning over, I licked her clitoris vigorously, sliding my finger along
the lips of her pussy, pausing to stare while thumb fucking her. All the while
she ran her fingers through my hair, moaning softly. She was tighter than
Shelly. Mainly because she just had a tighter body in general. But that got me
wondering.
I pulled her hips around a little so I could sit on the floor in front of
her. Legs wide apart I had her hold her knees up while I examined her. I opened
her vagina with my two thumbs and peered inside. I could see the deep pink of
her walls disappear quickly into darkness, but I could also see the glimmer of a
wet surface blocking her passage. I probed my index finger inside her, slowly
deeper, feeling for it. And there it was. In tact. Her pussy was clamped down
on my finger. The little prick had shot off before he got all the way in.
"Good news."
"I'm still a virgin?"
"Not for long."
Kelly laughed. I laid back and held my dick up for her. She knew
immediately what I wanted and she ever so erotically crawled up to me on her
hands and knees, holding her eyes locked to mine, and dramatically licked and
sucked my dick for seemingly endless wonderful minutes. This girl would do
anything. And right now I was imagining a whole lot of things I wanted to do
before my luck ran out. First, I wanted to hear those three words.
"Kelly?"
"Hmm?" she hummed with my dick in her mouth.
"Would you..." I paused.
"Hmm?" again she hummed.
"I don't know if.... you would..." I paused again.
Stopping, she said "What? What do you want?"
"No, it's alright, don't worry about it."
"What? Tell me."
"I thought if I, I mean you... No it's weird, forget it."
"Come on, please tell me. You know I'll do anything you want"
There they were. My three words. 'anything you want'.
"Really?" I asked, sheepishly.
"Uh-huh." she said nodding. I will, anything. Now what are you thinking?"
"I just thought since you like the porn stuff, that you would like pose
for me in a bunch of ways."
"Is that all? God I thought.. I don't know what I thought."
"Well, that's kind of all of it. I mean, when I look at the girls on the
screen I want to be able to reach out and touch them, or kiss them, or whatever.
With you I really can."
"So what should I do?" She asked sweetly, liking the sound of it.
"We'll pretend I'm the photographer. I'll keep telling you how to move and
then if you do it just right, I'll reward you... somehow. If you know what I
mean."
"Okay, shoot away."
"Okay, just walk around the room real sexy like for a while."
She did, swinging her hips and slowly dancing around.
"Lie down on the floor and run your hands all over your body."
"Roll over on your stomach and... " She complied before I had finished.
But her ass looked so exquisite in the pose she found that I knelt down by her
and told her not to move while I ran my hands over her ass and thighs.
Returning to the couch, I asked her to crawl on her hands and knees.
Again she took the initiative and explored different ways of posing from
her knees, until she hit the jackpot. It was the simple classic, ass in the air,
knees apart, hips rocked forward, anus pointing at the ceiling, pose. I sat
and fondled her for several minutes.
Sitting on the couch I was needing her touches again. She hungrily sucked
on me until I was close to orgasm. I posed her on the couch as before with her
legs wide open. looking close I could see her creamy juices pooling at her
opening. I turned her over and would soon be fucking her from behind. It was
time.
On her knees, knees as wide apart as possible, ass facing me, resting her
head on her arms on the back of the couch, I gripped her hips and rocked them
forward as far as she could rock them. Now her opening was clearly visible and
in perfect alignment with my hard dick, kneeling on the floor. It was a low
couch.
As with Shelly, I rubbed the head around in her juices until the urge to
press in was overpowering. Pushing, I managed to gain a couple of inches, but
not easily. Rocking, I entered and re-entered her a few inches deep, letting my
dick harden and stiffen from the sight, dilating her as much as I could. She
was loosening. It was getting slipperier.
"Hmmmm" Kelly moaned with delight. "That is nice. That is sooo nice."
My dick was like a steel rod. I never remember it being so stiff. The
sight of this young 12 year old, her beautiful ass pointing up at me, my
stiffness entering her over and over, and her soft voice urging me onward...
There it was. I felt the climax beginning to rise up.
Quickly I pulled out. Taking her hand, I practically dragged her into the
kitchen. I wanted to do it quickly so her juices wouldn't get sticky from drying
out. Lifting her onto the bar top, I positioned her ass close to the edge and
pulled her legs open. Guiding it with one hand and holding her ankle with the
other, I found the spot and pressed in. Instantly I was three inches inside her.
Still my dick was as stiff as ever. I locked onto her eyes and started rocking,
adding a little pressure each time until I could see her wincing a little and
her body jerking slightly in pain. Having tested that point, I stopped rocking
and pressed in until her eyes squinted. I pressed harder.
"Are you ready?"
To my surprise, Kelly shook her head.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just... can you do it like you did with Shelly? It was so
nice the way you held her." Her eyes watered up.
"Sure, no problem."
I lifted her down and we went back to my bed where Shelly was asleep.
"Lay down and show me where you want it."
She smiled at me, knowing now what I liked, and stretched herself out on
the king sized bed, arms splayed above her head, legs open wide to me.
Shelly roused and climbed out from under the covers. She had reflected on how
gracious her friend had been earlier, so contrary to what she believed her
nature to be, that she was excited to show Kelly that she could be supportive of
her and control her jealousy. As Kelly opened herself to me, Shelly gently
kissed and caressed her. I soaked in this intimate scene, feeling my sagging
erection returning. I crawled over Kelly, kissing her taught nipples and
nibbling her neck.
"Help me - guide it in - hold yourself open" I directed.
Both the girls helped clumsily to facilitate my penetrating Kelly's tight
canal.
Soon I was sliding in and out again, her vagina having loosened and
dilated to my persistent thrusts. When my erection had regained its full
stiffness, I pressed in hard, gripping her shoulders and forcing her down upon
me. Shelly was watching her friend's face closely, Kelly looked up at her and
whispered, "I'm still a virgin... he checked... it's going to happen right
now... we did it together, you and me." Kelly smiled and tears came to her
eyes.
I heard her words and felt there was no better moment for the girls to
witness it happening, they were ready. I thrust again, another, another, she
shuddered in pain as I tried to break through. Like everything else about her,
her hymen was stiff and tough and was not going to give up willingly. Again,
harder, It was hurting me now. Finally I went rigid and pressed as hard as I
could, driving her shoulders down hard. She squealed softly and then I was
through. I could feel the flesh tear inside her. Her squinted eyes opened up
wide with shock and wonder. I could feel her blood oozing into the mix of
juices. Her pain was quickly subsiding. No wonder her boyfriend didn't take her
virginity - she had a bulkhead instead of a maidenhead.
She was sweating and I kept my dick pressed deep inside her, catching my
breath until her rocking hips urged me to finish fucking her.
"Oh my God - this is what it's like! Oh... More, more. Don't stop."
I kissed her deeply and then began a rhythm of gentle slow thrusts
building up to frantic ram fucking, then slowing again to long slow deep
thrusts.
Shelly spoke softly to her, being the experienced one for a change,
"Relax, feel him - he gets so stiff and long and it feels so good deep inside.
Relax."
It took a little while of this for Kelly to finally relax. But once she
did, she was eagerly wanting everything I could give her, and not just saying
it. And her climax built among her chirps and squeaks for a full five minutes
before we convulsed together. In unison.
I had planned on pulling out at the last second, but my primal need to
deposit my seed in the right place at the right time won out over my common
sense. I would have to find a morning after pill for her now.
Raising my head after the shivers and convulsions had died away, I saw
Shelly softly stroking Kelly's hair, pulling and straightening strands that were
stuck to her head by sweat. Shelly smiled sweetly at me.
I started to pull out of Kelly, but she clamped onto me, insistent.
Apparently wanting the moment to last.
Eventually the three of us got in the shower. The mood was light and the
girls were being silly, pretending they were lesbians and kissing on the mouth
for my benefit. I got hard again watching them and the girls took turns sucking
and stroking me, and I took turns fucking them until the hot water ran out.
Moving back to the bed, we finished another round of love making. Mostly
I just laid on my back while the girls took turns sitting on me. I watched with
amazement and kept reaching out and fondling their jiggling little breasts.
Since it is just as easy to get 2 pills instead of one, This time I came
inside of Shelly, who was amazed that she could actually feel me squirting
inside her.
Since that day, Kelly has always helped me with my laundry on Thursdays,
and Shelly had me over once to her house when her parents were out of town. And
she had her mom drop her off at Kelly's early without telling Kelly. She snuck
over and she finished her strip tease for me in the kitchen, and then of course
she had me inside her from every angle she could think of. As it turned out,
Shelly was much more of a nymphomaniac than Kelly, lending credibility to what I
had said about people belying their true natures. She proved it with another
round of posing on the vanity in the bathroom. My little porn queen come to
life, being able to plunge in whenever the mood takes me - which was usually
right away.