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 Sorcerer: The Inner Circle by BJohn
   Chapters 11 - 20 01/28/07
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   Chapter 11
   NATALIE (Friday 11/25)
   Fortunately, I was awake enough to take a shower -- and I needed it. 
I'd never been inside a whorehouse, but I probably smelled like one.  My
pants were wet all the way through to my ass -- I bet Bob would like the
present I left him all over the seat of his truck!
   I could barely wash my boobs they were so sensitive; even the water
running over them got my nipples crinkling again -- Jaysus, would I ever
turn off?  Somehow I managed to wash most of the smell off, though.
   I didn't want to think too much right now about what Mom had told us --
I didn't think I needed to, either.  Mom had gotten into trouble and was
killed; Bob came along and saved her -- what could be simpler right now?  I
knew I'd do a lot of thinking about it later and probably talk about it
with Mom, but for now it wasn't needed.
   What I really wanted to think about was my very real first date with
Bob, my very real first kiss and later...  Jaysus, when I'd told Bob I'd
wanted my tits groped, I was hoping it would be nice, but I guess Bob just
had to be a perfectionist and do it so wonderfully right.  Too bad; I'll
have to live with it!
   Jaysus!  And it had been only with his fingertips!  On the other hand, I
knew most of it was really because it had been *Bob* doing it -- and our
_kissing_ and _snuggling_.  Those had made it so special, sweet and
intense.
   I didn't even dare think of what more we would do -- as Bob had said, it
had just been light petting.  I'd probably have died if we'd gone on with
any of the heavier stuff.
   I didn't have any trouble getting to sleep.  I usually dream a little,
but yesterday had worn me out so much I just went out until after daylight.
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   (Saturday 11/26)
   In the morning, I managed to stagger into the kitchen and found Mom and
Don sitting at the table.  Mom had this little grin on her face which kept
trying to break into a smile -- she just glowed and she looked *so*
relaxed. I guess it was the just-loved look Bob had talked about.
   I stared hard at her for a moment then slowly turned my gaze on Don.  He
looked back at me and got a little nervous look in his eyes.
   I told him, "We got in just after midnight...  and we heard this... 
*racket* ...  rattling around the ventilation...  *four* times...  I almost
couldn't get to sleep."
   Don just flicked his eyes quickly at Mom and back again.  I could see
Mom holding back a big laugh.  I told him, "You horn dog!" His eyes got
real big for a moment then both Mom and I just burst out laughing.  He
glared at us and said, "You set me up, didn't you?" then finally laughed
himself.
   We finally got calmed down a bit and I managed to get some coffee down
me.  Mom looked at me knowingly and said, "You don't seem to be too uptight
yourself this morning.  Were there any horn dogs around you last night?"
   Don rubbed his hands together, grinned in anticipation, leaned forward a
little and said in his teacher's voice, "Natalie, what happened last night
after you left?" I saw the corner of his mouth twitch and knew he wasn't
really serious.
   Mom joined the game with, "You went out for the first time with a
handsome, strong, intelligent super-stud who worships the ground you walk
on.  Did you play pool or something all evening?"
   More than one person could play this game, and they were ganging up on
me!  I looked Don right in the eye and told him, "He took me over to the
Black Angus and fed me lots of protein.  He told me I needed to keep my
strength up 'to be able to withstand what he was going to do to me
tonight'." Don looked bewildered.  I managed to wink at Mom without him
noticing it.
   "Then we window-shopped for a while on First Street.  He bought me a
really tight black teddy and told me, 'the rest of the guys will like it!'
Every once in a while he'd pat my butt and tell me, 'nice ass, bitch.'"
Don's mouth was starting to hang open.
   "We ran into a couple of guys he knew from school, and he introduced me.
He told them, 'This is Natalie, she's horny as hell and she's got *really*
nice tits; want to join me tonight in boffing her brains out?' Well, to
make a long story short, I was, I did, they wanted to and now I'm an
airhead." I looked at them very innocently and said, "So, what did you guys
do all evening?"
   Mom's face was so red I thought something would burst.  She had her hand
so tightly over her mouth it would probably leave a bruise and she was
holding back her laughter so hard she was quivering.  Don was sitting there
dumbfounded.  Finally, he said, "Really?" in such disbelief we couldn't
take it any more.
   Mom and I just roared, and we laughed at him so hard my stomach hurt
(again...  after all it had gone through last night).  Don finally realized
we'd sucked him in -- again -- and held his head and moaned, "Women."
   We finally got calmed down and I got some more coffee.  I told them,
"For real, we had our first kiss -- and I could barely walk afterwards
because it was so nice.  Yes, we did go to the Black Angus, we did do some
window shopping and no, he didn't buy me a black teddy and I didn't get my
brains boffed out.
   "We partied a little in Bob's back yard.  We smoozed and cuddled and had
some sweet kisses...  it was so nice.  Jaysus, I keep saying 'so nice'
don't I?
   "I demanded he touch me, and he demonstrated his Sorcerer's Grip with
his fingertips." I felt a few tears roll down my face.  I said, "Mom, I
didn't know how good it could make us feel."
   Mom smiled happily at me and said, softly, "And it gets even better."
   I said, "So!  Great first date.  Thank you again, Mom."
   She replied, "No problem, Honey."
   I stood up and said, "I'm getting together with Sherry in a little bit.
Can't wait to tell her about stuff...  and maybe show her the new teddy *I*
bought." I grinned at Don's surprised look and left.
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   SHERRY
   George and I had gotten in a bit of lovin' on both Thursday and Friday
nights so I was a really happy camper by the time I got to Natalie's on
Saturday morning.
   Don let me in.  "You're lookin' really good today, Sherry.  Have a good
night last night?"
   "Had a *great* night!"
   He laughed.  _"Any night's a great night when you get laid."_ He doesn't
miss much any more since he's telempathic; especially when it was right in
front of my mind.
   "Natalie's in her room; she's expecting you."
   "Thanks.  I'll roust her out and see if I can give her a hard time.  I'm
feelin' pretty ornery this morning."
   Don laughed again.  "Better watch out.  She's feeling pretty feisty
herself, but she'll probably tell you and tell you and tell you about it.
Make sure she tells you about the black teddy."
   Black teddy?  Why not?  I knocked on her door.  She called out, "I'm in
the bathroom, Sherry, come on in." Of course she knew it was me.
   I got my usual seat by her desk and looked around a little; something
seemed different today.  Then I got it!  Natalie was blasting out _happy,
happy, happy!_
   "Okay, girl, what have you been up to now?"
   "A bit of this and that.  I'll be right out."
   I checked my Yahoo email on her computer.  There were a few interesting
things from the Brain Trust, but the rest was crap.  I heard her come up
behind me, so I turned around.
   Shit!  Who's this gorgeous chick?  Natalie's hair was down; she had on a
thin, snug tee shirt with a flimsy bra, snug shorts, earrings and a touch
of make up.
   She turned slowly around and wiggled her butt.  She had a tight, tiny
ass, long long slender legs and a waist which looked perfect.  She looked
at me.  "What do you think?"
   "Honey, if you go out in public like that, there'll be a flood in
Burbank from all the men drooling over you.  What the fuck happened to
plain, hide-everything Natalie?"
   "Mom changed our no-dating policy, Sherry.  Basically, if I'm with Bob
or someone he approves of, I can go anywhere, any time."
   "YOW!  Now *that's* a major switch.  Has Bob seen you like this?"
   Her nipples popped up so fast I thought they'd tear through her bra and
shirt.  I threw my arms up to protect my eyes.
   "Hold on, girl!" I told her, "There are headlights and high beams, but
you just turned on the searchlights!  They're likely to burn my eyes out! I
guess, from your reaction, he has."
   She looked down at them, laughed and jumped up and down in glee. 
Christ, her tits were so firm they didn't even jiggle; they just vibrated a
little.
   "Oh, *yeh!* I got on some happy clothes last night and we went out on
the town."
   "*Great*!  What caused your mom to change her mind?  I know she's been
the nexus of this the last couple of months."
   "Please, Sherry, don't push Bob or me on this one; it's really her
story, and we're both zipper-lipped on it.  Suffice it to say she trusts
Bob with her life -- and mine."
   "Woo!  She's finally seen the light.  I've trusted him with mine for
years."
   "Yep.  Anyway, she kicked Bob and me out of the house around 7:00 last
night and told us not to come back before midnight.  We, of course, always
obey the parental units without question, so we ran."
   She _linked_ with me a little and _shared_ her emotions and experiences.
"We kissed for the first time right out on the sidewalk.  We were merged
together just a little bit -- and it was so nice and romantic I almost
melted down."
   She _showed_ me a little of what it had been like.  "You and George snog
a lot, I know -- if you haven't, do it when you're _snuggled_ up together.
Awesome!"
   She told me about dinner, window shopping (I knew Bob was *so* tolerant
of girl stuff!) and going to Bob's back yard.
   "We schmoozed, we necked, we snogged and we were *together*; not just
mental _touching_ and mental mutual masturbation."
   Her nipples were still in searchlight mode.  She spread her legs a
little, bent over and stared at her crotch for a second.  "Good, no spot
yet.  I've got to get at least a panty liner on before it leaks through. 
Damn I'm so turned on just thinking about it again."
   She dashed off to the bathroom and came back in a couple of minutes.
   "I laid out my ground rules to him for our physical relationship.  I
basically told him anything goes."
   "Anything?" with questioning eyebrows.
   "*Anything*.  Then I demanded at least one good tit-groping before we
went home."
   "You go!"
   "You know Bob -- he doesn't just give a lick and a promise to anything,
although I do hope I'll get a licking pretty soon." She grinned at me and
wiggled her eyebrows.
   She _shared_ the sensations of Bob's fingertips running over her blouse
and bra.  "I came harder than I'd ever managed to do myself, even with Bob
helping mentally.  I soaked my panty liner through -- it was *so*
wonderful!"
   My nipples were popped up too, and I was getting wet enough myself to
dampen my panties.
   Then she _shared_ the Sorcerer's Grip on bare skin.  I was panting
myself, and my snatch was sopping by the time she was done.
   She told me with an evil grin, "When we got back home, I rubbed my
soaked crotch all over his truck seat so he'd smell me all day today."
   "You are a *nasty* little girl, Natalie -- and I bet Bob appreciates
it."
   "I'm sure he will.  He's probably keeping the windows rolled up and the
ventilation off."
   She told me about the moaning and screaming they'd heard when they'd
gotten home.  "My mom's a pretty frisky lady, it seems."
   "Yeh, I know how it works.  I hear the same at home, though not up to
the screaming level."
   "How do you handle it, Sherry?  I got turned on again just hearing Mom
-- how do you ignore it and get to sleep?"
   I grinned lasciviously at her.  "I can't and don't ignore it." I wiggled
my fingers over my pussy and said, "I spank the beaver a couple of times
and things settle down -- for a little while."
   Natalie laughed, "That's what Bob said to do.  he wasn't at all
sympathetic and said to ask you what you do."
   "That's what I do.  I'm assuming you don't need to learn about jilling
off, but if you want some tips or pointers, I'll send you a few good
Internet links."
   "Sure, why not?  If Mom's anywhere near as horny as I am all the time --
and Don can keep up with it -- I'll need it even if Bob's around and
willing."
   "Oh, I don't think Bob's being willing is an issue at all from what
you've told me."
   "Yeh, it's mainly opportunity, I guess.  His back yard is nice, but the
weather's supposed to get really cool starting Monday, so it pretty much
leaves it out."
   I told her, "George and I haven't *ever* had a decent place to do
anything, and the car seat gets pretty cramped at times.  Now, what's this
black teddy Don mentioned?"
   She laughed again and told me how she'd sucked him in that morning about
getting her brains boffed out.  She said, "So maybe I'll get a black teddy
just to tease him."
   "Great, girl; it looks like you and Bob are finally on your way.  We'll
keep the pressure up on your Mom too, until she's a happy camper like you."
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   GEORGE TANNER (Monday 11/28)
   When I got to school Monday morning, I saw Bob and Sherry talking with a
girl whose back was to me.  I didn't recognize her right off, which was
unusual.
   She was tall with long jet-black hair and had one of the most perfect
asses I've ever seen, beautifully displayed in snug pants.  I eased around
the side and checked her out some more.
   *Great* bosom, perked-up nipples, white skin, freckles...  Christ!  It
was Natalie!  She was wearing a snug blouse, a few pieces of jewelry and a
touch of make-up.  She was HOT!
   I asked her, "Cinderella, I presume?"
   She grinned like she'd just learned how to smile.  "Yep.  Mom lifted
almost every dating and clothing restriction I had and it doesn't expire at
midnight!  So Bob better watch out!"
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   BOB
   Monday, everyone would glance at Natalie, do a classic double-take then
stare in admiration.  She was neatly dressed in school clothes but was
oh-so-lovely with her blazing smile and her happy, happy, happy aura
flaring out over everyone.
   Mrs.  Baer took one look at her and gave us a big, triumphant fist-pump.
YES!
   Natalie had mentioned she liked dancing, so I arranged with Mother for
us to have a few lessons so we would feel comfortable with each other at
the Christmas Dance.
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   (Tuesday 11/29)
   Tuesday evening we went over to my house to start dance lessons.  We
folded up the dining room table and set the chairs aside so we had a
good-size room with hardwood floors.  Of course it must have been pure
accident -- after all, Grandfather had built the place.
   We started with some of the simple East Coast Swing steps and within a
couple minutes, Natalie and I were moving together as if we'd been doing it
for years.  Being _linked_ together sure helped, because we could
cooperate, not just lead and follow.
   Mother did look at us a bit strangely.  She asked Natalie, "Sure you
haven't done this before?  It's like you've done it for ages and were just
a bit rusty."
   "Elizabeth, the only dance lessons I've ever had were from some of the
girls back in Ohio, and they were just the 'latest rage' things."
   "Well, okay.  I still think this is really just a refresher for you."
   Mother taught us the waltz basics and a few extra higher-level steps. 
She told us it was the easiest to learn but at the same time the hardest to
master because of the classical demands placed on the postures, gestures
and movements.  We worked on it a lot.
   Mother told us if we were anywhere near serious, we'd do some
exercising. "Ballroom dancing uses all the body, not just the legs.  The
exercises helps build up everything proportionally, and if you keep at
them, you'll be able to dance pretty much all-out for hours at a time."
   She showed us the main exercises -- there were lots of stretches which
would really help me.  "Pushups.  They help your arms and chest -- and make
your bust look bigger."
   Well my bust was just fine, thank you.  Natalie grinned at me, pushed
her breasts out at me and said, "I'll need at *least* a daily progress
inspection."
   "You seem to have progressed very nicely so far," I told her as I
admired them and watched her nipples pop up.  "*Very* nicely." I stayed a
gentleman and refrained from _licking_ them.
   Mother chuckled to herself and grabbed Father when he stuck his head in
the room.  We put on the music and had an impromptu dance party for an hour
or so.
   Holding Natalie close was heaven.  We fit perfectly together, and I
nibbled her ears and neck while she tried to push her nipples through my
chest and my hard-on through her pelvis.
   After I'd returned from walking Natalie home (with several stops for
some very nice snogging), Mother told me she'd really enjoyed the evening.
"I'd almost forgotten how much fun teaching was.  Maybe you could find a
few of your friends who'd be interested, and we could get a real class
going.  It's much more fun with several couples."
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   NATALIE (Friday 12/2)
   Bob's birthday is December 1 and mine's a day later, so everyone decided
to have joint party for both of us.  Elizabeth insisted it be at her place
because it was already set up for large gatherings.  Perfect!
   Right after school Friday, the entire Inner Circle descended on the
Reynolds' for setup.  Banners!  Streamers!  Food!  We set up the dining
table and chairs.
   Around 7:00, the parents showed up along with other invitees.  I'd
specifically and personally invited Lucia and Bellana Sonora -- we had
plans for them!
   Eat until no more can go in.  Wait a few minutes then eat again.  Groan,
it hurt so good!
   Mom and Elizabeth hauled out a huge birthday cake!  It was heart-shaped
and had "Happy Birthday.  Bob and Natalie Together." If there was anyone
who didn't know Bob and I were together by now, they surely knew then.
   I got Bob a heavy-duty guy watch which would stand up to the rigors of
construction gigs.  He was appropriately surprised and pleased -- he gave
me a publicly-chaste kiss but ran a phantom tongue right up my slit and
diddled my clit!  Groan!
   George and Sherry knew what he'd done, of course and were looking at us
with those silly smirks they have.  I'll get them *all* back!
   Bob gave me a small jewelry box.  When I opened it, it was a one-inch
gold medallion on a necklace chain.  It had a stylized sun on the front and
on the back he'd had engraved "Sunshine and the Sorcerer" with the date.
   I looked at it and cried for a minute.  He's *so* nice.  I loved him so
much.  The kiss I gave him was in no way chaste!  We snuggled, kissed and
flowed our love to each other for a couple minutes until Sherry said
loudly, "I'm going for the water bucket!"
   A teenager party without dancing?  Unheard of, even in laid-back
California.  We had slow dances, fast dances, medium dances and every guy
wanted to dance with me.
   Obviously, Dave was a really good dancer.  He didn't hesitate for a
second to snuggle me up close, and he felt so warm, comfortable and calm it
was easy to let go and nestle into him.  Bob's going to be like him in
twenty years or so -- what a wonderful thing to look forward to.
   Elizabeth and Ana had plotted together and had gotten Bob a beautiful
blue shirt which exactly complemented his eyes -- and matched my dress!
   My birthday dress was a very nice light-blue, velvet-like material with
a mid-calf full skirt and a low-cut neck.  I wore my laciest blue bra
underneath, and I knew every time I bent over, anyone could look right down
the middle.  Yeh!  I might not have much but I'm proud of them!
   Between my dress, snuggling up with Bob and all the excitement, my
nipples were hard almost all the time, and my pussy drooled a lot.  I had
to change my panty liner three times during the evening.
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   BOB
   Mother and Sherry sprung a waltz on us for the Birthday Girl dance. 
What the heck, we've had a couple hours practice.  We _linked_ up tightly
and away we went.
   She was just right.  We _shared_ our sensations so we each knew exactly
how much pressure or speed we needed for each little motion.  We'd _talk_
and plot our next moves several seconds in advance so we were always doing
the same thing.
   I _linked_ into Mother a little bit; knowing her, she was choreographing
on the fly -- and she was.  So, we just took what she was planning, maybe
improvised a little on it and had a grand time!
   We _shared_ our happiness with everyone and I fed Natalie their joy in
her beauty, happiness and elegance.  She seemed to expand out to fill the
room with her delight.
   We did a couple of great laybacks.  I varied from the classic layback; I
was able to lay Natalie back so far her head touched the floor.
   I "happened" to do one right in front of George and Sherry.  Natalie
told me, _"You shit!  He's staring right down my tits!"_
   _"Yeh and he's really admiring the view.  Wonder what would happen if
the neckline slipped down a little_..."
   _"If it slips, I'll de-pants you, and all the girls will be ogling your
*dick*!  There are outsiders here!"_
   _"Hmm...  that's an idea_..."
   _Growl._
   Anyway, I made sure her neckline stayed up just enough (I had to _pull_
it up a bit several times) -- although I admit an extra half-inch lower
would have been very interesting!  There was plenty of bra lace showing, so
between it and her creamy freckled bosom, she got a *lot* of admiration!
   At the end of the dance, I didn't let her go but held her close while we
shared a long, warm, wonderful kiss and tight _snuggle._ She was my lady!
   We had plenty of dancing.  I got to snuggle up to The Sherry a couple of
times.  Just because we hadn't had "that kind" of chemistry between us
didn't mean we were distant.  She was really warm and huggable, and we
enjoyed her hot bosom being flattened against me.
   She told me, "Hmm, Natalie's been filling me in on what a great Sorcerer
you are.  Maybe down the line, we'll schedule a rematch."
   Little Bob was immediately interested, and Sherry snuggled her pelvis up
against him perfectly.  I told her, "I'll put it very near the top of my
To-Do list, but first, Nat and I have to get our relationship off the
ground.  Never think I've forgotten about The Sherry who can break a man's
heart with a single glance from her Spanish eyes."
   "You're a tease!" _Pleasure!_
   I dug Lucia out of a corner, and before she knew it, I had her in a
snuggle-hold and was off on the dance floor.  She resisted a little at
first, so I _flowed_ some safe, protected feelings at her until she relaxed
and enjoyed.
   She had a nice solid bosom which fit up against me nicely, she smelled
great, and she started to glow with pleasure.  I kissed her lightly on top
of her head and told her, "Lucia, no matter how bad it seems I give you my
word everything *will* turn out all right.  Natalie and I are keeping an
active watch out for the right Caballero who will appreciate your inner and
outer beauty and who will help you discover the joy you really deserve."
   She gave a big sigh and relaxed totally against me.  Little Bob sprang
to attention, and while she didn't exactly snuggle up to him, she didn't
avoid him, either.  I got from her, _"I dream at night for it to happen,
but never dare to hope."_
   "Your joy will be beyond anything you ever dreamed of, Lady Lucia."
   Bellana, now, was a different story.  When I asked her to dance, she
beamed and popped up her nipples.  Uh, oh!  Do I sense a bit of a crush
here?
   Not actually.  She was simply seething with fourteen-year-old hormones
and really trusted me anyway.  She snuggled in so tightly against me you
couldn't have pulled a needle out from between us with a tractor!
   Her breasts were very hot and very solid and, being topped with a set of
drill bits, I was sure they'd leave bruises on me.  Little Bob, of course,
got very interested, and Bellana not-so-subtly rubbed him.  I told her,
"Bellana, you are the best combination of Italian and Spanish fire I've
ever seen.  The young man who gets near you is going to need sunburn lotion
just to survive."
   I got, _"I can't wait!"_ but she said, "It might not happen.  I seem
doomed at times." I told her, too, everything would work out all right.
   ------
   NATALIE
   Oh my God, it was so wonderful.  Partying, dancing so well in front of
*everyone*, Bob kissing me right in front of everyone; feeling all those
people being part of us for a while -- and seeing Mom and Dad smile with
pride.
   Afterwards when we were making out a little on our front porch, I wanted
to do so much more, but I was almost too tired to keep my eyes open.  I
told Bob, "Jaysus, you made me work all night."
   His eyes gleamed at me.  He whispered, "That's what happens to a
beautiful lady when she turns eighteen and the men all flock around," while
running his fingertips lightly across my face and down my neck.  His
fingers left trails of fire and desire as their tips brushed down my chest
and circled my boobs, teasingly near the tips.
   Jaysus, I could file my fingernails on my nipples; they were so hard,
they were probably tearing holes in my bra.  I gave a deep sigh, my head
dropped forward then I damn near broke my neck waking myself up!
   "Dammit, Bob, I want to do a lot more of this, but even in the middle of
it, I'm falling asleep.  And when I fall asleep when I'm this tired, I'm
like a rock.  You'd have to carry me in and put me to bed."
   "Hmm, well, carrying you might be a bit too much like work; I'd probably
drag you along by an ankle.  But putting you to bed...  now that's a
thought." He teased me, raising an eyebrow.
   Oh, yeh, I saw an image of Bob dragging me (very gently, of course) with
my dress pulling up over my legs and hips, feeling his eyes enjoying my
pussy under my panties, his strong, gentle hands undressing me...  Ouch! 
I'd nodded off again and had cracked our heads together.  Oww!
   Bob shook his head slowly and smiled, "We'd better get you in Sunshine;
it's almost that time anyway."
   "Yeh, I suppose.  I'm sorry I'm not such good company right now,
Sorcerer." I yawned hard enough to make my jaw crack -- and to squirt
saliva on him.
   "Just being with you is satisfying enough," he told me gallantly.
   ------
   BOB
   I didn't doubt at all she was tired.  We'd been exercising and
practicing every day for a week and we'd had a major birthday party with
lots of dancing.  I think she'd only missed two dances.
   By the time I got Natalie up, she was really sagging.  Ever try to hold
up a hundred-plus pounds of weak-kneed girl, fish for keys in a purse and
open three locks at the same time with just two hands?
   I finally got the door open and solved the weak-knee problem by picking
her up with my arm under her butt and carrying her into the living room.  I
poured her onto the sofa, and she promptly collapsed along the seat with
her eyes opening and closing and her head rolling.
   I slipped off her heels and got her legs up on the seat.  I managed to
arrange her dress so she was at least somewhat modest.  I admit, I peeked
at her legs.  After all, weren't they the most beautiful pair of legs in
Burbank?
   She managed to get her eyes open once more.  "C'mere and kiss me, you
fool," and in eager anticipation of getting a kiss from me, she fell
asleep.
   Well, such is life in the fast lane of high-school social life.  I got a
pillow under her head, arranged her arms and legs so they were all bending
the right way then found a couple of throws to put over her.
   I didn't want just to leave her, so I took off my jacket, tie and shoes
then sat down in the armchair opposite her.  I leaned my head back and
admired her in her sleep.  She even snored a little bit every once in a
while.  Hmm, where's a recorder when you need it?
   ------
   ANA
   It was a lovely evening at the birthday party.  I was a bit intimidated
by all the people and noise at first, but Don was right there to hold on
to. I managed to calm down after a half hour or so and just enjoyed it. 
Natalie and Bob danced so wonderfully!
   Yeh, Don and I ate too much, just like everyone else.  By the time the
party was done, we were sagging.  We didn't collapse on the sidewalk on the
way home, but we thought about it a couple times.
   About 2:00, I had to pee and needed something cold to drink.  I handled
the one in our bathroom and headed to the kitchen in my robe for the other.
   As I was coming up to the doorway to the living room, I heard some
noises inside.  I eased an eye around the door jamb and saw Bob sitting in
the armchair with his head against the back, sleeping quietly.
   I saw Natalie all tucked in on the sofa, dead to the world.  She'd give
out a lady-like snore every several breaths but didn't even twitch
otherwise.
   I stepped into the living room and saw Bob's head snap up and turn to
me. He was awake and alert in a moment, like a giant cat.  Oh, it was so
comforting to have him on guard!
   He stood up as I came over to him, and we watched Natalie breathe and
snore for a bit.  He told me, "We managed to get back before I had to drag
her along by an ankle but not by much.  I even have a sore spot on my head
where she conked me one with hers.  This is as far as we got; I didn't want
just to leave her there."
   I smiled at him.  "Thank you for taking care of her.  However, we should
get her to bed.  The sofa isn't made for sleeping, and she'd wake up with
her back all sore."
   I gathered up her shoes and purse and pushed Bob over towards her. 
"I'll do the hard work and take these.  You do the easy work and bring
her."
   He grinned at me and eased the throws off her.  He slipped one arm under
her legs, the other one under her shoulders and just stood up, rolling her
into his chest so she was fully supported.  I knew how strong he was; he
was handling her like a feather and was treating her as if she were as
fragile as one.
   I led him down the hall to Natalie's bedroom and turned on one of the
desk lamps to get just enough light to see by.  I pulled down the covers on
her bed and told him, "Lay her down here."
   He put her on the bed so easily and gently it wouldn't have woken a
baby. Of course, I knew he probably could have tossed her on it from five
feet away, and she still wouldn't have even partially woken up.  She's
really a deep sleeper when she's really tired.
   I told him, "Help me get her dress off.  She'll get it torn or badly
wrinkled, and she'll be upset about it." I started on some of the buttons
and looked at him with a bit of a question.  "You've probably seen it all
already?"
   I couldn't see if he blushed or not in the dim light, but he said, "I've
_perceived_ pretty much everything but not with my eyes.  We've been so
busy at dance practice this week we haven't had much time for anything else
-- and we didn't want just to go out and boink in the back yard, either."
   I was a little bit surprised.  I knew Natalie had been having the hots
for him something fierce for months now; Bob must have some iron control
going for him.  I said to him lightly, "I've seen how you two are into each
other and I don't think Natalie will mind at all if you help."
   Remember how you undress a baby?  They're just like limp rags, and you
have to support and turn and handle everything.  Natalie was limp as a
baby, only about ten times bigger (and heavier).  Bob could pick her up
with one hand underneath her back, which really helped.
   As we finally got her dress all the way off, I mentioned to him, "You
must have done this sort of thing before."
   He said, "Well, I've had to handle some drunk or passed-out friends
before, and I've baby-sat a bit too.  This is the same, only it's more..."
   I leered at him a little.  "Interesting?"
   He laughed softly.  "*Definitely* more interesting."
   He helped me get her dress straightened out and hung up properly.  I'd
check it over later, just in case.  I looked at Natalie lying there in her
bra, panties and stockings and flipped the sheet up over her a bit.
   I looked between her and Bob a few times then told him, "When *I* was
18, I wanted so much to wake up with the young man I loved beside me and to
discover the joy two people can have together.  This would be an especially
good night to do it with the dancing and the romance.  Unfortunately, I
didn't discover *that* joy until later."
   I took a deep breath, looked at him and said, "Our bedroom is on the
other side of the house.  Natalie usually sleeps nude; I think you can
handle it from here.  She's been on the pill for three years now, it's the
right time of the month for it, her door locks, and we'll probably have
brunch around eleven.  You're more than welcome to be here.  I told your
mother last night if you didn't come home, we'd be watching out for you.
   "The choice is yours, of course.  I'm going to go back and wake up Don
for some happy sounds and happy thoughts."
   The rascal didn't even blink.  He reached out and touched my hand
lightly.  "Thank you, Ana, for what you've done for both of us.  It doesn't
matter what will or won't happen between Natalie and me tonight; I still
appreciate it."
   I grinned at him, "See you later."
   "I'd better slip out and get my shoes and jacket so Geeser doesn't
decide to take a snooze on it," he laughed quietly.
   He slipped into the living room.N As I reached our bedroom door, I heard
Natalie's door shut and the lock turn.  In my heart, I wished them all the
joy they could possibly have.
   I shut our bedroom door, climbed up on the bed and straddled Don.  "Oh,
Do-o-on," I warbled at him, "there's some mirrors that need rattled..."
   ------
   BOB
   I'd never dreamed something like this could happen.  Ana telling me to
spend the night and make love with her daughter?  She'd definitely come a
*long* way from the frightened women I'd first met just over three months
ago.
   I found a place for my shoes and jacket, stowed the clothes kit I'd
gotten out of the truck, slipped off my shirt and trousers, and took off my
socks.  In the dim glow of the desk light, I turned to my love and was
finally able to look at her with my own eyes.
   Oh, she was heart-achingly beautiful!  She was lying on her back, her
long hair framing her smooth face, deep in sleep, her skin glowing
everywhere I could see.  Her long neck slid gracefully into her shoulders
and chest and the skin there rode proudly upwards onto the swell of her
breasts.
   Her waist was trim and her stomach was hard; she'd already developed a
delicious ridge of muscle right down the middle from exercising so much. 
Her hips swelled out gracefully from her waist like the inevitable rise of
the sun in the morning then ran downhill to long, graceful legs and
delightful feet.
   Now, you think I'm such a nice guy I wouldn't take advantage of this
situation while she was asleep?  Wrong!  I would and I did.
   First, though, I went into her bathroom and found some cotton squares
and makeup remover.  I went back, took off her jewelry and carefully
cleaned off her makeup.
   I nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear, "I love you, Sunshine,"
with a quiet _kiss_.  Even in her sleep she stretched her neck and turned
her head towards me.
   She muttered, "Love you, Bob,"
   I ran my fingers across her cute nose, caressed her lips and smoothed
them across the arc of her jaw line onto her neck.  I nibbled on her
earlobe and she shivered a bit.
   I touched the swell of her breast; the skin was satin-smooth over a
delectable firmness.  I unclasped and slipped off her bra, bringing her
breasts to the dim light.  I'd touched them several times before but hadn't
had a chance just to *look*.
   Her breasts were perfect for her and hadn't changed shape at all when
I'd taken off her bra.  They were exactly proportioned to the rest of her
body, up high on her chest and stood out proudly with quite a bit of the
conical shape young girls' breasts have.  The areolae were about the size
of a quarter, with small rose-pink buds in the center, relaxed for now.  I
lightly stroked each breast up towards the nipple and they crinkled a
little.
   I couldn't help it; I gave each perfect nipple a couple of little kisses
-- she arched her back to push them up and each nipple rose immediately
towards the attention I gave them.
   She seemed to enjoy it, so I nuzzled around each perfect peak several
times.  Her areolae got tiny little goose bumps which I tried to wash away
gently with the tip of my tongue.  Her nipples popped straight up and got a
darker red with her blood.  I tried to make them go down again by very
lightly licking the tips, but they seemed to swell up even more.
   I ran my mouth lightly down her stomach ridge and pushed my nose into
her belly button.  When I did, I felt her stomach twitch.  Hmm, file for
future reference.
   I smooched lightly down across the waist of her panties and put a little
kiss atop her mound.  A delightful smell of woman wafted up from between
her legs and I breathed it in deeply.
   Her thigh-highs and panties peeled off easily; the trick is to let them
go inside out.  I rinsed them out in her bathroom and carefully hung them
up to dry -- girls seem to like their hose to last a while.  While I was in
there, I heard a sound through the ventilation system -- in fact, several
nice, very happy sounds.  I _felt_ Ana and Don making *very* happy
thoughts. Seems as if Ana had managed to wake him up.
   When I turned back around, Natalie's arms had fallen open beside her and
she'd spread her knees apart; her pouting pink lips were just visible.  I
got in between her legs and eased my head close to them.  In the dim light,
I couldn't see much but her pubic hair looked to be trimmed down to a small
racing stripe on her mound and there didn't appear to be much, if any,
along those beautiful labia.
   Now imagine every good smell you've ever experienced.  Roast beef. 
Dressing in the oven.  Rich coffee.  Chocolate.  Wrap all it up with a
slightly musky odor and as wonderful as you think that would be, her
fragrance was even better.
   My cock was so hard it ached.  I couldn't help it; I stuck out my
tongue, ran it up slowly inside her thigh from her knee to where her
wetness began and finally gave her center a light lick from as low as I
could go on her little rosette all the way up to the top, with a little
kiss (and a firm _kiss_) where her clit was just peeking out.
   Damn, glad I have quick reflexes!  I managed to get my head out the way
when her hips came a foot off the bed like a rocket being launched, with
her hands clenching the sheet and her eyes flying open.  She held her hips
in the air for at least thirty seconds while her stomach rolled and her
body shook all over.  She took a deep, hoarse breath and let out a shriek
which probably woke Geeser in the living room.
   She finally collapsed back onto the bed like a rag doll; she quivered a
bit for a minute then was back asleep.  Well, I'd had wet dreams myself
before, do girls have them too?
   It was a bit too much for me.  Without any further urging, I pumped out
what seemed like a pint of cum into my shorts.  Hell, just another cleanup
detail.  I rinsed them out and hung them up besides Natalie's stockings.  I
cleaned off my crotch and went to bed.
   I turned Natalie over on her side to make room, snuggled up to her naked
behind, draped my arm over her and went to sleep.  It had been a hard week
last night.
   Chapter 12
   NATALIE (Saturday AM 12/3)
   I didn't remember much after Bob got me up on the porch, just that we'd
made it inside the house.  After that, nada.  I slept like a rock.
   I must have been even hornier than usual after all the romantic dancing
and smooching with Bob, because I had a glorious dream!  Bob was caressing
me, kissing my boobs and running the wonderful Sorcerer's hands, mouth and
tongue gently over me.  Then I seemed to have such a magnificent orgasm! 
Then the dream faded away too, like so many had before.
   I woke up in the middle of the night having to pee so bad I could taste
it.  I peeled Bob's arm off me, stumbled into the bathroom and must have
let loose a gallon.  Too dayum much punch.
   I managed to get back to bed, snuggled my butt back up against Bob,
pulled the covers over us again and went back to sleep.
   ------
   When I finally woke up for good, the daylight was creeping in the
window. I stretched slowly and felt really good.  Yesterday and last night
had been so wonderful!
   I rolled over to my other side and found myself looking into Bob's eyes
from about six inches away.  He smiled.  "Good morning, Sunshine." I gave
him a nice kiss and smiled back.
   Christ on a crutch!  This was no dream!  I must have jumped a foot off
the bed and threw the covers off us.  I couldn't help but look down at his
crotch.  He was naked!  I ran my hand down my body; I was naked, too!  Oh,
my God!
   Bob grinned at me and gave me a good smooch and a _kiss_.  He put his
arm around me and drew me against himself.  I felt my tits flatten out
against his chest and my nipples popped up.  God it felt wonderful.  My jaw
was probably around my ankles by now.
   Bob kissed me very firmly.  "Your mom came along about 2:00 and found us
sleeping in the living room.  You were on the sofa, snoring loud enough to
wake the dead -- and scaring Geeser.  She suggested I drag you in here by
an ankle and ravish you...  so I did."
   I stared at him in disbelief.  "You mean she knows we're both here?"
   "Yep.  She told me she was going back to wake up Don and make happy
thoughts and noises herself."
   He told me, "I've got to make a run myself.  You aren't the only one who
drank a lot of punch last night." He rolled out of bed and stood up.  He
cocked his head at me and grinned, "Y'all don't go 'way now, ya hear?" He
walked off towards the bathroom.
   It was the first time I'd seen him even without a shirt except when he'd
shown us his scar.  Lord, he was gorgeous!  He wasn't bulgy-muscled -- his
back rippled with muscle, his legs flexed as he moved and his tight ass
twitched with every step he took.  Let me get my hands on it!
   Jaysus, my nipples and tits got so tight it was a wonder they didn't
suck up the rest of my body into them.  My pussy flooded immediately and
the lips swelled up more each time my heart beat.
   I heard Bob letting go into the toilet; sounded probably like I had
earlier.  He stuck his head out the door and called, "Shower?"
   "Coming...  now *you* don't go away."
   I'd thought his back looked good but the front...  He didn't swagger or
walk, he moved like a big cat -- as if nothing in the world could stop him.
His shoulders, arms and chest were tightly packed with dense muscle and his
stomach had ripples in it.  Up the left side was the scar, his Medal of
Honor.
   His legs were incredible and I could see his cock plain as day (after
all, it was daylight by then).  I'd never seen one before, but his was
sticking out.  With every motion he made, it seemed to rise up more.  And
with every move it made, my pussy swelled up more and I got wetter.
   I almost couldn't believe it -- I was finally going to get my hands all
over him -- and everything else I could, too.
   I got the shower running at the right temperature, put my hair up under
my shower cap (if Grace could get away with it in "Return to Me," then I
could) and dragged him in.  We fit just fine together -- exactly enough
room to move in and out of the water as we needed and plenty for fun and
games.
   I told him, "Me first.  You've gotten to touch me before, now I get to
do *you*." I shoved his head under the water to get his hair wet, grabbed
the no-scent shampoo and lathered him up.
   His hair was just the right length to lock my fingers into, so I backed
him into the corner and did exactly that.  I slithered my boobs back and
forth across his hard chest -- hope I didn't scratch him too badly with my
nipples -- and rubbed my mound across his dick as much as I could.
   His eyes got real big and he said, "Jaysus, Nat, you're going to give me
a heart attack!"
   I told him, "Just be quiet.  If that happens, I'll give you
mouth-to-mouth, like this..." and locked my mouth over his (and really
_kissed_ him, too).
   I finished washing his hair and shoved his head under the water. 
"Rinse!"
   "Yes, Mistress."
   "And remember that!" Washed his face (you need a shave) and, "Rinse!"
   Soaped up an arm and ran my hands down them to those wonderful
Sorcerer's hands, "Rinse!" And the other arm, too.
   Now his magnificent chest -- velvet over steel!  And I made sure to
scrub it well with my diddies -- Be Jaysus!  An orgasm from my nipples
rubbing on it!  I managed to get my hand in my mouth to muffle at least
part of my moaning.
   Bob eased my hand away from my face.  "Just let it go, Nat.  Your folks
know what we're doing in here; let them know how much you appreciate it."
   If it's good enough for him, it's good enough for me.  "Rinse!" I
reached around and did his back.  I couldn't rub my boobs on him quite so
much this time, they were still a bit too sensitive, but I could still rub
my mound on his cock.  More velvet and steel.  "Rinse!"
   Then his incredible ass!  I got down on my knees and I was nicely in
line with more goodies.  While I scrubbed and kneaded his butt (and between
the cheeks), I slobbered all over his cock and popped it in and out of my
mouth a few times.
   He warned me, "Nat, it's gonna pop if you don't watch it."
   "Just so it's Old Faithful -- always on time.  Now rinse!"
   Then his legs.  Soaped them down and back up while I ran my tongue up
and down his cock, with a side trip to his balls.  All so nice and hard! 
"Rinse!"
   A quick soaping on his cock and balls.  "Rinse!"
   I turned the water off for a bit so we didn't have to worry about it.  I
stood about a foot away from him and took his cock lightly in my hand. 
"Now we can finally get to some really good stuff."
   I stroked him, moving the skin up and down very slowly over the hardness
within.  I felt the heat and all the bumps and veins underneath -- how
great it will feel when it's inside me!  "I want you to come on me; get it
all over my tits and my stomach."
   His voice was tense.  "Yes, Mistress."
   I locked my eyes on his, reached down between my legs and stroked my
pussy very lightly at the same speed I was stroking him, and we _wound_
ourselves around and through each other.  Slowly, slowly...
   He said tightly, "It's getting very close..."
   "Good." Even slower and longer strokes with both hands.  I felt his
shaft swell up even more and broke my eyes loose to look down.
   He moaned and spurted on me (I _felt_ him coming).  I watched and felt
the hot cum hit my tits and my stomach while I stroked both of us slowly. I
was breathing so hard it almost hurt -- I gave a final stroke right on my
clit and went over the edge.
   ------
   BOB
   Jaysus she was on fire!  She was flushed from her hairline to her
breasts -- and she kept stroking us slower and slower.  Sheer torture.
   We were still _linked_ so we were feeling most of what the other was
feeling too.  The energy fed back and forth between us faster and harder
every second.  I finally couldn't hold it back any more and let it blast --
I felt it from behind my ears to my toes, it was so intense.
   I saw my cum hit her breasts and stomach and _felt_ it hit her -- it
felt like I was pumping out a gallon; it just kept coming.
   She looked back into my eyes, gave herself a final stroke between her
legs and started shaking.  I _felt_ her stomach and chest contract so hard
her breasts bounced and managed to grab her by the butt and pull her into
me hard as we _felt_ her legs collapse.  She shook, quivered and finally
managed to get a breath in.  Then we screamed so hard it hurt our ears.
   I couldn't do anything but hold her close and let us wind down.  I felt
her body and pussy convulse, relax then do it again and again, slightly
easier each time.  I kissed her neck and told her, "I'm here.  I love you."
On every breath we let out, we moaned a little, until we were finally able
to breathe with some level of control.
   ------
   NATALIE
   I thought I was going to die, it felt so strong.  _Feeling_ both of us
at the same time was wonderful, but we were going to have to find a way it
wouldn't kill us with the intensity.
   Finally I got my legs under control enough I could stand on my own (but
Bob's hands on my ass felt so nice).  When I tried to pull back a little,
Bob's cum had stuck our skin together a bit, so we had to "peel" apart from
each other.  "Sticky situation," I offered.
   "Sunshine, I thought I was going to lose it completely.  We've got to
find a way to _share_, but not with that kind of positive feedback -- it
felt like we were reinforcing each other, and it just went out of control."
   She giggled and turned on the water again.  "I hope Mom and Don know
we're enjoying ourselves."
   He listened a moment and said, "They're amused.  Seems there are a few
comments about 'rattles in the ventilation' from Don."
   "Oh!  Well it looks like *he's* got some ammo now.  Whatever -- now
we've got the edge off a little bit, let's finish up getting clean."
   I had to wash his chest and stomach again -- tough job but someone had
to do it.  He cautiously washed me down.  "Just be careful of the nipples
and pussy right now," I told him.  To make up for it, we discovered I had a
spare hole in back which we washed *very* thoroughly.  He did it and the
rest of me quite nicely, thank you.
   We finally got out of the shower and dried off; separately.  I told him,
"I'm not sure I could take anything more for another couple minutes.  You
shave the sandpaper off your face and I'll get us some water from the
kitchen."
   I tossed on my robe and got slowly to the kitchen; my legs were still
wobbly but were coming under control.  While I was rummaging around the
cabinet getting some water bottles, Mom came in.
   She grinned at me.  "How you doing, Honey?" I probaly had the
freshly-loved look on me, just like she had.  My nipples popped up again
just thinking about it.
   I looked down at them and said, "Not too shabby.  A bit of foreplay is
always fun." I sniffed the pheromone and scent fog which seemed to be
following me around and asked her, "Is the smell you, me, or both of us?"
   She laughed and told me, "Probably both of us.  Every time I think of
you and Bob together, I get wet.  When I hear you -- and by the way, we
_feel_ you, too -- I get wetter.  I think both our men are going to have to
live with horny women for quite a while."
   "What a way to live!  Anyway Mom, thanks for conning Bob into staying
over.  It scared the crap out of me when I found him there, but it was
really nice.  Did you actually tell him to ravish me?"
   "Well, let's say I implied you wouldn't be averse to his attentions,
because it's what I wanted when I was your age."
   "Well I guess we found out, right?  I have no doubt you were _listening_
in a little?"
   "Just on the fringes, Honey.  When a firecracker goes off in your house,
it's pretty hard to ignore it."
   "Especially one with a short fuse, like we seem to have.  Seems I'm a
screamer, too, just like you.  Mom, you and Don probably won't get any
sleep at all because I'm going to be rattling the air ducts, too.
   "And this has been on the medium-duty petting stuff, Mom.  He hasn't
touched my pussy and I don't know what's going to happen when we get to the
real good stuff."
   ------
   ANA
   I told her, "Well, Honey, my guess is you're going to find out.  Look,
you'd better run back to your room; Bob's probably pining away from
loneliness by now."
   "Well, I don't think he'll run away just yet; remember, my door opens
out -- and I put a chair under the doorknob so he won't get away." She
looked at me with a gleeful smile and laughed, "Mom, we're finally gonna
*do* it!"
   I laughed back at her.  "Remember, Nat, men are fragile creatures and
wear themselves out easily, so make him pace himself so he lasts as long as
possible."
   "Thanks, Mom, I'll remember that.  Now, I'm going to go back and put
*him* through *his* paces.  Enjoy listening."
   ------
   BOB
   I managed to lock my knees long enough to scrape my face with my
emergency razor.  I was still feeling an occasional ripple of the orgasms
we'd shared -- and was getting worried.
   I thought I was losing all the muscle control I'd been slowly building
up over the last several years, especially the last year.  When Nat's
muscles had tightened up, mine had too, which was worrying at me.  We'd
been connected so closely I hadn't been able to tell who was which or how
high anything was up -- I'd felt I'd lost the control -- and I couldn't go
through that again.
   I heard Natalie come back in the bedroom.  She called out, "Water run
successful.  We're prepared for the journey!"
   She came into the bathroom, stood behind me and with a very mischievous
grin dropped her robe, ran her arms around my stomach and rubbed her
nipples across my back and her racing stripe across my butt.  She grinned
at me in the mirror and whispered, "You do me sooo good!"
   It tickled, left sparks and made me shake.  "Jaysus, Natalie, you want
me to cut my throat?"
   She relented a little; she stopped rubbing herself on me but kept those
three warm spots snugly up against me.  "Why do men make such faces when
they shave?"
   I grinned at her in the mirror as I finished the last stroke and washed
the soap off.  "Probably for the same reason a woman holds her breath when
she's shaving her pussy."
   She took in a breath, held it and screwed her face up.  I told her,
"That's why you looked so blue last week."
   I reached for the towel and she let out her breath with a giggle.  She
sniffed, "Just for that, I'm leaving."
   She gave a final wiggle against my back and started towards the bathroom
door.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her stop, put one hand on each
side of the door frame and shoot her hips.  "Bob -- when you're ready..."
   I turned my head to her.  She giggled, stuck her butt out and wiggled it
at me.
   What I saw made me lose all my control.  I sank to my knees with a moan
and wept.
   ------
   NATALIE
   When I wiggled my ass at him, I expected for him to let out a cute
remark or wiggle his dick at me, or something.  When he went to his knees
and cried, though, what I _felt_ from him was fear and sorrow.  Oh, shit!
   I went back, pulled his head onto my tummy and held him there.  "Bob,
what's going on?  Now you're scaring me."
   He didn't say anything; he put his arms behind him as if he were afraid
to touch me.  I tried again, "Bob..."
   He managed to get out, "I've hurt you already, sweetheart...  and I'm so
sorry."
   I demanded, "Bob, would you please tell me what you're talking about!"
   He moaned, "I've hurt your butt -- and I'm so afraid I'll hurt you
again."
   My butt?  Hell, I couldn't feel any problems.  I let go of his head and
ran my hand over both sides of my ass.  Nope, felt normal -- big and
flabby.
   I managed to get him to his feet and pulled him outside to the
full-length mirror on the inside of my bedroom door.  He stood there, his
head hanging with tears coming down his cheeks, staring at my ass in the
mirror.
   I tried to see my butt but couldn't get my head around -- ever tried it?
All I could tell was it was still there.
   Finally, I spread my legs, bent over, shoved my head between my knees
and could finally see it in the mirror.  Big, white, with a pink pucker and
a very wet pink slit below.  I didn't see anything unusual.  "Bob, show me
what the fuck you're talking about."
   He touched a few spots on each cheek with a trembling fingertip.  "Here
and here.  Bruises from my hands when I grabbed you in the shower this
morning."
   Well, I guess you could call them bruises.  So freakin' what?  There was
something else going on here besides a few barely-visible marks on my ass.
   I stood up and almost glared at him.  I pointed to the bed.  "Up.  Sit.
We talk."
   He literally stumbled over to my bed and crawled up and sat down.  I
jumped on and sat close to him; he looked simply miserable, and the way he
_felt_ made me shudder; he was *scared*.
   "Talk!"
   He looked at me for a minute with real puppy-dog eyes.  He finally said
slowly, "I've physically hurt someone I care about -- again."
   He wasn't going to go on very easily.  I had to think a bit...  Bob...
hurt...  afraid...  again...  Maybe I had something.
   I watched his eyes and face closely.  I stated, "Sherry." His eyes
twitched and he winced.  That was it.  I had something.
   I told him softly, "Sherry told me several weeks ago she's been a little
bit scared of you." His eyes twitched again.
   I held his eyes without blinking and asked very firmly, "Bob, what about
Sherry being scared of you?" I put my hand lightly on his leg and shut up.
   He avoided my eyes and mumbled a bit.  Finally he got out, "I hurt her,
too."
   I didn't say anything, just kept looking at him.  "Tell me."
   "She and I had known each other for years -- as really good friends. 
Last year, we decided to see if we would hit it off as a couple, so we went
out," he got out slowly.
   "Okay." And waited some more.
   He whispered, "I'd rather not say..."
   I asked, "Are you afraid of offending me?"
   "No, not really."
   "Good.  Then what happened?  Tell me."
   Silence.  After a minute, I asked forcefully, "Did you strangle her a
few times just for fun then fuck her in the ass?"
   He blurted out, "Oh, no!  We were really just kissing.  You know, making
out, snogging."
   "So what happened?"
   "We got really...  intense, I guess, for about fifteen minutes."
   "Intense.  As in passionate, roto-rooter-the-tonsils intense?"
   "Yes."
   "All right.  What did you *do*, Bob?"
   He said, finally, "I held her too tightly and hurt her."
   "Okay.  Did she cry?  Did she scream?  Did she beg you to let her go? 
Did you tear her clothes off?"
   "No.  After about fifteen minutes we came up for air, got ourselves
together, and I took her home.  The next day she kept looking at me
strangely all day.  That evening, she smuggled me into her room, locked the
door and took off her blouse."
   He stopped.  I waited.  "Tell me what happened."
   "She had bruises all over her back.  On her arms.  On her neck.  I'd put
them there.  I hadn't controlled myself, and I'd hurt her...  just like I
hurt you today."
   "We're not talking about today, we're talking about you and Sherry, back
then.  What happened next?"
   "She was actually stiff, and she said it was hard to take a deep breathe
at times.  I think I cracked a few ribs."
   "Okay.  What did you do then?"
   "I apologized up and down and almost cried.  She almost cried because I
was almost crying.  She told me she'd had worse injuries from wrestling
with her brothers and sisters over the years and told me not to worry about
it.  But I did worry and I still do.  Anyway, a couple days later she told
me everything was fine; she could breathe okay again."
   "Good.  Anything else happen there?" I pressed.
   "Well, we decided the actual kissing and making out was fun, but there
didn't seem to be the really big spark between us we were looking for.  It
really had nothing to do with the bruises or the ribs; it was on an
entirely different level.  That's why we didn't pursue a relationship any
further."
   "Okay.  Now, did anything else like that happen?"
   He smiled just a little bit.  "Well, when I was thirteen, I'd been in
puberty for about a year and was a lurching menace.  I'd pull off
doorknobs, break doors, stumble over chairs and stumble over the cracks in
the sidewalk.  I had almost no control over my body.
   "In Middle School gym, the coach was teaching us wrestling.  He matched
me up against a boy who outweighed me by about fifty pounds.  I was
reluctant; he thought I was afraid of getting hurt, so he persisted.  I
guess he thought he was helping 'build my character' or something.
   "To make a long story short, we fumbled around a minute or so then I
grabbed his arm to try to get him off of me and I broke it."
   "You broke his arm?"
   "Oh Yeh, snapped both his right forearm bones clean.  Needless to say,
neither of our sets of parental units was too happy about it." He finally
got out a little laugh.
   "He got his cast on, and I dragged him around to all the girls and told
them he'd broken it defending a little old lady from a mugger.  Of course,
everyone knew it was a crock of shit but we had fun.  He got the girls to
sign his cast; they had good excuse to ooh and aah over some boy and to
tell him how brave he was.  Anyway, it was a damn sight better than saying
some hundred-pound twerp had done it."
   He was finally laughing about it, and I laughed along with him.  "Thanks
for telling me all that," I told him and gave him a warm, nekkid kiss and a
very warm _kiss_.
   Chapter 13
   BOB (Saturday 12/3)
   Oh my God, she was so wonderful!  She'd managed to pull out some of the
bad things I'd done and had managed to make me feel really okay about them.
No shit, Sherlock, there's no way I could keep *anything* from her.
   She told me, "Here, drink some water and eat one of these protein bars.
You've gotta get your strength up for all the things I'm gonna make you do
later."
   She asked quietly, "Bob, we really haven't done much of anything
together since the first Friday night.  Does it have anything to do with
this control challenge we seem to have?" She wasn't accusing or whining,
just asking.
   "Probably a lot," I told her.  "It's always seemed to be in the back of
my mind.  Anyway, as further justification, it's been pretty cold outside,
and we've both been pretty tired lately after dance practice and the other
stuff we've been doing."
   "Yeh, it's okay.  I was feeling pretty tired most times myself, so it's
no big deal.  Then this morning I attacked you before you could do anything
about it."
   "You got it right.  I didn't have time to think about it, we were just
doing."
   She grinned at me and shifted around so she was sitting on the bed with
her legs crossed like an Indian and scooted up until she was right in front
of me.  She pushed her breasts out and bobbed her knees down towards the
bed and back up -- making her pussy wink at me, showing the pink inside
every time her knees went down.  My eyes went haywire trying to look at all
the delightful views she presented me.
   She did something with her pectoral muscles, and her breasts bounced up
then back down about an inch.  Her eyes gleamed at me.  "Do you like my
boobs, Bob?" Her nipples had hardened up and were looking me right in the
eyes.
   I enthused, "I think they're perfect!"
   "Would you like to get your hands and mouth on them?  See how they feel,
how they taste, find out how *hot* and *tight* they are and how they *ache*
for you?"
   "Jaysus!  Would I!" Little Bob had woken up from hibernation and was
seeking fresh air.
   "You might.  Now, we're sitting here nekkid with your outie and my innie
on display..." She winked her pussy at me faster.  "And I'd bet we've
*both* been thinking how your outie and my innie would fit together,
right?"
   "On the money, Sunshine.  You're pretty bright for an Ohio girl."
   "On the other hand, we've apparently got this physical control issue, so
we've gotta make a decision here." She stopped winking her pussy at me and
relaxed her back.
   "I not going to make love with you when you've got even part of your
mind somewhere else, so I'm going to put *you* to The Question.  Do you
want us to get dressed, you go home and we go on our not-so-merry ways, or
do you want us to handle this control issue?" Her pussy winked at me again
and her breasts bounced several times.
   Ma Reynolds didn't raise *two* stupid kids!  "Let's handle it.  But I'm
not sure how."
   "All righty then!  Since I've known you, Bob, I haven't seen you pull
off any doorknobs, fall over anything, break stuff, anything like that. 
How did you get your control in the first place?"
   "Well, I do construction work not just for the money, but it's helped
the big-strength control.  I play golf because it's a combination of
precision control and power.  I practice card tricks for fine hand control.
And, especially since Mother's so good at it, I do the dancing for overall
flexibility and ...  I guess you could call it 'grace'."
   She grinned at me.  "And you've managed to end up doing them all well,
with good control -- except for your golf game.  What did you actually *do*
to get control?  It didn't happen automagically all at once, did it?"
   "No.  Actually I had teachers or instructors of some sort in all of
them. They'd tell me what to do; I'd do it, practice it and get better at
it.  They controlled me at the start then I found I could control me and I
got better at it."
   "Good.  Some common denominators on those; maybe we can apply it to
something else, like sex.  How many sex instructors or teachers have you
had?"
   "Well, I've talked with Father a lot but as for real 'hands-on'
practice, almost none."
   "Okay.  So no opportunity to be controlled and to learn control.  How
much practice have you had?"
   "I'd guess the three times.  Sherry once and now twice with you."
   "How would you say you did with Sherry?  From what you've told me, some
parts fine, other parts piss-poor, right?"
   "Right."
   "Now with me, you did great the first time, in my opinion.  Today, I'd
say we did even better in some respects, but it scared the crap out of us
too because neither of us had the control we needed.  Now, about our
dancing.  Would you consider *that* good foreplay, for one thing?"
   "*Great* foreplay.  I was hard and loving it and you."
   "I agree totally.  Bob, I want us to be able to make sexual love the way
we danced.  No attention on how we're doing it, just knowing what we're
going to do then doing it with us together both physically and mentally.  I
think we were the spiritually closest we've ever been last night." Her eyes
were glistening.
   "Now, your mother taught us dancing, right?  She instructed us on what
to do; we did it, practiced and found we could control it.  Remember
working out the lifts where all you really did was tighten up your hand on
the small of my back so you could pick me up without hurting me?"
   She suddenly flipped over with her legs still crossed and stuck her butt
in my face.  Somehow she flexed her muscles and winked both her rosette and
her pussy.  Her pussy was pink and swollen with the inner lips pushed
through, and it was so wet her fluid dripped onto the inside of her thighs.
   The odor was spinning my head.  Knowing what it was and knowing it was
*hers* brought Little Bob up to total full attention.  I told her, "Good
enough to eat."
   She bent her head around, grinned and winked both openings at me again.
"Look but don't touch.  If you even breathed on my pussy, I'd come like a
fire engine -- it's really sensitive right now.  It's one of our prizes for
working this out and it's off limits for the moment.
   "Bob, you've probably lifted me at least a hundred times with only your
hand in the small of my back.  Take a close look at it and tell me if you
find any bruising.  Feel it, smell it, touch it, examine it for any damage.
And only *that* place.  The rest comes later -- maybe."
   "Yes, Mistress." So I leaned forward (taking a good whiff of Heaven on
the way) and planted my chin just at the top of her butt crack.  I
inspected the small of her back carefully and ran my fingertips gently over
it.  Natalie quivered and moaned, and I grinned.
   I told her softly, "Looks pretty good from here, Sunshine.  No bruises,
just your perfect skin like white silk over firm muscle.  Then again, there
are these freckles..." I ran a fingertip around from one little spot to
another.  If there didn't happen to be a freckle where I wanted my finger
to go, well, I just lied and said there was one.  Two could tease.
   I heard her breath catch a few times.  She managed to get out, "We have
to learn control.  I feel like I'm gonna come all over your chest in a
minute, so watch it.  Besides, your inspection is straying out of bounds --
I told you only the small of my back."
   What could I say, she'd busted me again.  "Yes, Mistress."
   She let herself fall forward onto the bed and rolled over.  "Come here
and kiss me.  No hands, just lots of lip and tongue."
   We shared a gloriously hot kiss (and a _kiss_) and underneath it we
_felt_ our desire simmering hotly.
   She finally put a hand on my chest and pushed me off gently.  "Break
time."
   She rolled off the bed, stood up and took a swig of water.  She glared
at the bottle.  "I feel like the underpaid middleman for all this water.  I
put it in the body, I sweat it out, pee it out and now my pussy floods it
out.  I just can't seem to win."
   She capped the bottle and set it down.  "I'm going to take a pee and mop
up my pussy a little then we start the next part."
   She eyed Little Bob for a moment then licked her lip with a flicker of
her tongue.  "You should probably take a leak too if you can avoid spraying
the ceiling.  The next session may be a long one."
   She glided off towards the bathroom, twitching her butt at me.  Her
adorable, tight heart-shape went back and forth just enough to keep my eyes
on it -- and she knew it.  I gave her a little _kiss_ so she felt it right
on the top of her butt crack.
   She gasped in a breath.  "You're learning, Bob.  You're learning. 
Except now it's run down to my knee and it's cold."
   I waited a couple minutes while telling Little Bob, "Down boy, down."
   After I heard the toilet flush and the sink water stop, I wobbled my way
over by the bathroom door, where I stopped and put my hands over my eyes.
   "Sunshine, would you turn on the fan, please.  If I smell you or see you
again in the next few minutes, I'll get all hard again and won't be able to
pee myself."
   I heard her laugh and turn on the fan.
   I _felt_ her glide back out and stop next to me.  She put a gentle kiss
on my shoulder and said, "You're the best, Bob."
   I took care of my business and headed back out to see what she had in
mind.  Knowing her, it would probably blow my mind.
   ------
   NATALIE
   He stopped at the edge of the bed and looked at me with a wonderful glow
in his eyes.  He said, "Natalie, I love you with everything I have, from
below the bottom of my heart to above my head.  I will do my best to do
what's right for you and promise I will never knowingly hurt you."
   We let ourselves loose in each other for the longest time, just as we
had the first day we met and which we hadn't let happen to such a degree
since.  Finally, he blinked his eyes and gestured at his side of the bed.
He asked, "May I?" and waited.
   I snapped at him immediately, "Get your sweet ass in here, now!"
   He gave me the best Bob smile he had and slipped in beside me.  We
snuggled up face-to-face, and we kissed and _kissed_ like we'd been apart
for months.  He lifted his head, looked behind me and said, "The clock
there says it's eight o'clock.  Your mom mentioned brunch around eleven."
He looked into my eyes and asked, "You think we can find something to do
for the next three hours?"
   He was so nice and snuggly!  We're just the right heights to fit all the
good parts together the right way, too.
   "Okay, Righteous Bob, Sorcerer of My Soul and all-around Good Guy, I
think what's next is we learn control.  And we'll learn it just the way you
learned golf and construction, and we learned to dance.  Instructor and
student.
   "Only it's got a different name.  Since this is about sex, it's Dominant
and Submissive.  I'm not giving you a choice; I'm the Mistress and you
are...?"
   "I am your Love Slave, oh Mistress of My Heart."
   "Fast learner.  Now, your task in the next two hours is to give me at
least three orgasms.  You may *not* make me scream.  For each one without
screaming, you get a Good Guy point.  The game will continue for as long as
it takes us to get the control we want.
   "Every five Good Guy points earns you a free blowjob payable down the
line.  And for those, you'll be the Instructor and I the student.  Okay so
far?"
   He gave me another Bob smile.  "Perfect, Mistress."
   "Now if you make me come too hard and I scream, you lose a point. 
Notice the rule holds only while we're doing Instructor and Student
practice.  When we're 'performing,' those rules are off.  All right?"
   "Getting better all the time."
   "And during this, you'll have to instruct me, too.  Whatever you have to
do to keep me from overreacting, you do it.  Now, considering my entire
body seems to be one big erogenous zone, it may be pretty hard." I wiggled
my crotch against his, "Are you up to it?"
   "I am definitely up." He *was* up; I felt its intense heat against me!
   "Great.  Now reach a hand around and grab my ass as lightly as you can."
   He reached around and gently put his hand on my cheek.  "Now to me, it's
a 'light' touch.  Squeeze just a little bit."
   More pressure.  "God, your hand is hot -- It feels so smooth, yet so
strong beneath -- that one is a 'gentle' touch.  Remember the amount. 
Squeeze a little more."
   So good.  "A 'firm' touch.  A little more."
   Interesting.  "A 'solid' touch and has just an itsy-bitsy bit of pain.
Under some circumstances, it may be perfect.  Under others, maybe not but
it's still perfectly acceptable.
   "Now just to mix things up a bit, a gentle touch on one part may be
different on another part.  For example, I'd bet my tits are a lot more
pressure-sensitive than my ass.  Make any sense at all?"
   He told me, "It makes perfect sense in theory; I'll guess we'll just
have to do extensive research to find what works in practice."
   "Yep.  I anticipate we'll need *lots* of research.  Now, the last thing
is we each need a 'safe word' in case things get too far out of hand and we
need to stop immediately.  We can also use it to let the other know we're
done with the game for right now.  It should be something we wouldn't
normally use even in the 'throes of passion.' I'll pick 'Guggenheim.' What
do you want?"
   "How about, 'flamingo'?"
   "Should work.  Didn't I see a set of pink ones on someone's lawn around
here?"
   "Tacky, really tacky -- must be an Ohio thing."
   "Yep.  Now, everybody up for a moment."
   We rolled off the bed.  I folded up the bath towel I'd brought out so it
was four layers thick, put it just below the middle of the bed then lay
face-down and adjusted the towel so it was under my crotch.  I told Bob, "I
hope they'll be enough."
   I grabbed a little pillow and put it under my chest just below my neck
so I wouldn't have to twist it quite so much to be comfortable and so my
boobs wouldn't squish so much.
   "Okay, Mr.  Bob, the next instruction is: as much as possible, you need
to have a hand wrapped around one of my body parts.  Please vary the
pressure from light up to firm, with an occasional solid so we learn what's
best.
   "You're the one with all the gorgeous muscles, so you get to do most of
the work for now.  Lastly, if you think you're going to come yourself or
just can't stand it any more, use the safe word, and we'll find a way to
handle it -- I can think of better uses for it than wasting it on the
sheets.
   "Now, Sorcerer of My Soul, let the game begin."
   "With pleasure, Mistress of My Heart."
   He put his left hand on my left shoulder, squeezed "gently" and put the
other hand flat in the middle of my back, "lightly." He whispered, "I'm
going to keep this verbal so we can separate out our mental communications.
I want you to observe and participate.  Don't try to hold the sensations or
emotions back and don't try to urge them along, either -- let them be like
a wave on the beach; let it build until it collapses and washes smoothly
over the sand.  We're after that level, not the pounding of the Pipeline.
   "_Snuggle up_ and turn up the volume on the thoughts, sensations and
emotions you get from me just enough to get them; not background but not so
loud so they interfere with what *you* experience, either.  I'd say this
morning we were really _merged_ or _linked_ *too* much and had the volume
up way too high -- we should be able to handle it now.
   "We're calibrating and cataloging, doing test runs.  When we've got
these sensations under some control, we can move on."
   He took the rim of my ear between his lips and nibbled it a little bit.
He whispered, "I love your hair -- its texture makes me think of angels'
wings in the twilight.  Now relax, my love and enjoy.  This is for us."
   We began the most agonizingly erotic time I'd ever had.
   ------
   BOB
   I gathered her long hair and laid it beside her head so I could reach
her neck and shoulders easily.  I turned up the volume on what I was
getting from her, especially on the _sensations_.
   I massaged her neck and shoulders while digging in as needed to loosen
up her muscles -- I _sensed_ what she felt so I could give the right amount
of pressure when and where she liked it best.
   Her freckles began well up on her neck, spilled down onto her shoulders
then became sparser down her back.  I traced them all with my fingertips,
starting very lightly then with varying amounts of pressure and speed.
   "Very light and slow tends to arouse and tease.  Medium pressure and
speed keeps things the same, while heavier pressure might take things
either up or down.  Right?"
   "That's right, Grasshopper."
   I used more of the flat parts of my hand; the back, edges and palms. 
She seemed to like the palm and fingers best, especially when moving fairly
slowly.  I liked it too, since I could feel her skin better with the more
sensitive palms and fingertips.
   I told her, "Your skin is wonderful.  It glows.  I saw a Ming vase once
in a museum, and its finish was similar.  Your skin's translucent, and I
can see and feel the muscles and some of the blood vessels underneath --
like these." I traced several of them with my hands and fingertips.
   "Do these little brown spots wash off?" I licked as many freckles as I
could, experimenting with the tip of my tongue, the top, bottom and sides.
Each caused different sensations in her, all seeming to be pleasurable and
arousing.
   "How can we measure sexual arousal?  The degree of tension?  Increasing
volume?  What are the units of arousal?  I guess it's something we can
discuss over lunch in school, right?"
   I _felt_ our arousal going up.  Like a teakettle warming up, there
seemed to be currents of sensations and feelings circulating around our
bodies and through us, coloring almost everything I was getting from her.
   "You're really getting me aroused and turned on, Sunshine.  I really
love giving you pleasure, and the fact it's *you*, not just your lovely
body, makes me so happy.  Can you _feel_ and _sense_ me, too?"
   She murmured, "Oh, yes, I'm finding I can adjust the volume almost
automatically, now."
   "Great!  Now another thing I'm noticing.  Exploring your body is like
traveling into an exotic land; every corner I go around, I find something
new and wonderful.
   "The skin on top of your shoulders is slightly thicker and tougher than
down a bit further your back.  Probably because your clothes have been
putting their weight there for years.
   "I can feel where your bra straps run over your shoulders.  The skin has
a slightly different texture where it straps around your back and fastens.
   "It's all different.  Everywhere I touch and taste is just a little bit
different.  The perspiration taste changes, too -- ladies don't *sweat*,
they *perspire*, right?  The skin oils change taste, too.  Such a wonderful
journey we're taking."
   I ran my hands slowly down her ribs to her waist, around her hips a bit
then back up to her shoulders.  I picked up her left arm by the wrist and
ran my hand slowly down from her shoulder to her hand -- I could wrap my
hand entirely around it.  The skin changed texture several times and I felt
the firm muscles underneath the silken layer.
   "You've got wonderful muscle tone, Nat.  I guess I'd better be careful
of what I do, because if you hit me with those muscles, I'd be hurting. 
Are you very ticklish?"
   She warned me, "To some degree -- please don't do it right now."
   I replied, "I'll try not, though I've heard some girls say getting
tickled really turns them on -- we'll have to find out sometime."
   "Possibly but remember, it's a two-way street.  I bet I could ask your
folks and your brother where *you*'re ticklish."
   "We'll have to have a challenge match sometime."
   I ran my tongue down and up her arm a few time then nuzzled the inside
of her elbow, touching it with my tongue a few times.  She squirmed a
little bit and I felt the arousal currents swell and start running a little
faster.
   "Hmm, we seemed to have found a safe public erogenous zone..."
   I eased her arm up until it was over her head then very slowly licked
her side up, into and over her armpit.  Enough pressure and it wasn't
ticklish -- and the taste was very interesting; it smelled like it tasted,
like Natalie.  The currents moved faster.
   I worked over her other arm the same way; her elbow and the armpit gave
the same results.  I laughed.  "You must be ambi-erogenous."
   I put her arms down so they were comfortable then spread her legs enough
so I could kneel between them.  I ran my hands around her hips onto her
lovely butt.
   It was silky-smooth on the surface as it rose up, and the muscles were
tight beneath it.  I felt her tighten up a bit.  "Relax, observe and feel."
   With my hands running around the bottoms of those beautiful hills, I
told her, "The skin is thicker and a little rougher where your bones are
near the surface -- where a lot of the pressure is when you sit.  It's a
delightful contrast to here...  here...  and here..." as I ran my hands
over some of the hills and valleys.  It was the one flaw I found making her
truly perfect to me.
   The currents became "visible" on the surface of the water -- some smooth
ripples rising and fading away -- always new, unexpected and exciting.
   I put my hands on her butt checks and asked, "Remember how it felt this
morning in the shower when we washed this really good?" then spread her
cheeks and blew on her rosette.
   She gasped and it puckered up.  I felt a tiny bubble rising through the
currents.  I told her, "Push it out a little and we'll try it again."
   She did, I did then she gasped and puckered again.  The bubble got a
little larger.  I told her, "We'll get back to *that* later."
   One of the sensations I was getting from her was her pussy was wet and
leaking.  I _felt_ her liquid flooding from her vagina down onto her
clitoral hood then into her racing stripe of pubic hair.
   I felt her press her mound against the towel slightly a couple times, so
I slapped her very lightly on the butt.  "Cheating!  *I'm* doing *you*.  No
fair diddling yourself right now!"
   She laughed loudly, which caused some interesting movements in her butt
muscles and in her pussy, too.  I slapped her butt again very lightly.  "No
cheating!"
   I gave each hill a loving lick from the sitting callous up to her waist
then ran my nose, mouth and tongue up her butt crack while holding it
together.  I gave her an Arnie, "I'll be *back*," and _felt_ the little
bubble burst through the surface and push ripples throughout us.
   I told her, "Number one!  It felt warm and pleasurable to me -- how
about you?"
   I got a big _feeling_ of contentment as my answer.
   I eased back down towards her feet and started with her left leg.  I ran
both my hands down it from the top of the thigh (don't touch the pussy)
down to the knee, rotating ninety degrees and doing it again so all the
muscles got a light massage.
   Running my tongue up the inside of her thigh from the joint to the knee,
I felt her quiver.  I felt another bubble start to form in the current.
   Holding her leg up, I kissed and tongued the back of her knee joint for
a moment.  I _felt_ her make herself relax, but she moaned a little.
   I went all the way to her feet and massaged the sole with my thumbs for
a minute, stopping briefly with my thumb in a certain spot.  "If I remember
my reflexology correctly, this spot..." firm pressure with the thumb "is
good for the sex drive."
   Natalie gasped and I _felt_ the currents roil for a moment.  "Must have
remembered correctly."
   I pulled each of her toes out and stretched the joints just a little
then took the big one in my mouth and sucked it.  Interesting -- more
currents and another tiny bubble forming.
   I repeated the sucking for each toe until I got to the baby.  Stretching
and flexing it, I held it for a moment.
   "Remember, I'll smack your butt if you diddle yourself -- speaking of
diddling, I wonder if your clit feels like this." I took her baby toe in my
mouth, sucked it really hard and washed it with my tongue.
   She stiffened, another bubble immediately formed, broke the surface and
she moaned.  So did I because I _felt_ it wash through us.
   "Number two and we're just getting started well."
   I washed the rest of her foot and her ankle with my tongue then massaged
her calf down to her knee.  I laid her leg down and stroked her butt
softly. "You're doing wonderful, Sweetheart."
   I picked up her right leg and started with the foot this time.  The
reflexology point got another quiver and current-roil.  When I did her
toes, I paused at the baby one.  "I wonder..." and sucked and laved it
good. We got more of a laugh than an erogenous spike.  Fun.
   I ran my hands down her calf with long strokes towards her body, paused
at the back of her knee to nuzzle and wash it then stroked her thigh,
always towards her body.
   I used a medium pressure and slowed the stroke down until my hands were
barely moving when I got near her hip.  The heat from her pussy radiated
directly on the back of my hand, and I felt the moisture coming off it into
the air.
   Laying her leg down, I held my hands in place around her thigh.  Bending
down, I took a deep, loud sniff of her crotch, while _pushing_ my emotions
and the odor at her so she knew her fragrance's effect on me.
   She whimpered and quivered all over; another bubble almost burst free
but quieted down just enough -- the currents really flowed now.
   I stroked her butt with both my hands for a few moments then told her,
"Time to flip over."
   She groaned in mock-protest, but we managed to get her turned over while
keeping her hips above the towel.  I saw her racing stripe glisten with
moisture and her femininity wafted up to my nose.
   "You smell wonderful, Natalie -- like a contented woman."
   She laughed at me and said, "Good start, like you said.  The day's young
yet."
   I moved up along side her, snuggled up very lightly (her nipples were
hot spots on my chest) and gave her a warm kiss.
   "I think the flamingos need a quick break for refreshment."
   She grinned, put her arms around my neck and we kissed lovingly for a
minute.
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   NATALIE
   When I got up off the bed, my knees were so wobbly Bob had to steady me.
I told him, "It's definitely different.  Our time this morning was so
intense it hurt but this...  The building up and the bubbles letting the
feeling flow over us was so...  exhilarating...  we could appreciate it
more in many ways."
   "You are a wise woman, Sunshine.  I'm really glad I fell in love with
you."
   I got another big swig of water and made a pee call.  I carefully spread
my labia to let it out (so sensitive!) then used a wet wipe to wash the
urethra.  With a _hint_ from Bob, I let the rest of the fluid be, wherever
it had run.  I got a faint _idea_ from him it wouldn't be wasted later --
with an undercurrent of mock-evil laughter underneath.
   As I walked back to bed, I felt my juice being held in place only by its
surface tension in my pussy -- a lot had leaked out, but there was still a
lot inside.  I knew Bob _felt_ it too, as he smiled approvingly with a very
faint _kiss_ down under.
   I refolded the towel so we would have a fresh surface under my ass then
lay down on my back, spread-eagled.
   "What now, Sorcerer?"
   "This last phase took forty-five minutes, so we're left with an hour and
fifteen minutes to get one more in.  Think we can exert the supreme effort
to hit our target?"
   I smiled lazily and lustfully at him.  "We might, if we try."
   "Okay.  We'll give it a shot.  Now, do you want to see if we can bring
up the intensity a notch?  I'm more than willing to try for the same level
we did before.  However, we'll probably be dealing with some more... 
sensitive areas." He stared at my boobs and flicked his tongue in and out.
   Shit!  My tits tightened so they felt like rocks, and the areolae and
nipples crinkled up and took off for the ceiling.
   I cupped them lightly with my hands, avoiding the ends.  "Jaysus, Bob,
you got them so damned hard, they're gonna explode.  And they ache."
   He slowly raised an eyebrow.  "Perhaps we can...  relieve the tension a
bit?"
   "Damn it, Bob, don't make me laugh -- it hurts them.  I don't think we
have a choice but to take it up a level; it doesn't feel as if it will let
go as easily as before."
   He got serious for a moment.  "We actually do have a choice.  We can
take a warm then cool shower and call it quits for now."
   "No way you're getting out of here *that* easily.  I've got you locked
in my room, and you're not getting out until your time is up!"
   "Yes, Mistress.  Then am I to understand I'm required to lavish my
attention upon your hot -- very hot -- body until the tension's properly
relieved?"
   "You betcha.  You're finally getting something right," with a laugh.
   He slid into the bed beside me and nestled lightly (watch the hard
tits!) with me.  He kissed me and said, "Then let the Games begin."
   He told me, "Spread your legs a little bit." He reached around behind my
ass, spread my cheeks and let the towel hold them open.
   He whispered in my ear, "Let your love potion flow down over the spare
hole we discovered.  Every once in a while, feel it trickling slooowly
down, trying to find its way inside."
   Ho!  I quivered all over at that.
   He told me, "Hold onto my arm or something while we're doing this. 
Squeeze it, twist it, do anything you like -- remember, you'll be feeling
it too."
   He stroked my face with his fingertips and kissed it very lightly. 
Every so often, he'd come back to my mouth, and we'd nuzzle each other for
a few seconds.
   "Ooh, more of these brown spots across your nose and your cheeks.  Do
they wash off?" He kissed and flicked his tongue on each one.
   "Turn up the volume a little on what my mouth and tongue are feeling so
we can share it a bit more."
   I did.  We adjusted things so we could nicely sense the other's feelings
while remaining keenly aware of our own actions and feelings.
   It felt...  complete?  Sensual, for sure; being both erotic and playful
at the same time.
   He kiss-licked along my jaw and nuzzled the hollow of my neck under my
ear for a bit.  Then he lightly sucked my earlobe into his mouth and washed
it with the slick underside of his tongue.
   God!  The current through us swirled faster with more turbulence.  We
felt several small bubbles pop into being and move along with the current;
staying below the surface but still very noticeable.
   He moved down around my throat towards the other side of my face.  He
murmured, "More of those lovely brown spots here," as he tried to wash them
off.
   He washed my other earlobe the same way; we felt one tiny bubble break
to the surface and ripple across us.  So nice!
   We muttered into my ear, "We won't really count that one; it's just
collateral damage." He lightly washed the inside of my ear with the tip of
his tongue.  We felt the water's surface bulge up but it calmed down in a
couple seconds.
   He kissed and licked the hollow of my throat.  While holding my right
shoulder firmly, he stroked my left arm from the hand all the way up to my
shoulder, cupped my head with his hand and gave us a light hug.  He
switched hands and arms and stroked again -- so sensual.
   "These brown spots keep going down; we must investigate."
   He kiss-licked my shoulders and the upper part of my chest, while his
free hand stroked down my side -- just barely on the side of my boob --
down to my hips, back up onto my stomach and back towards my tits.
   His hand was moving at exactly the right speed with exactly the right
pressure to keep the current moving steadily -- and bit by bit increasing
its speed.
   We adjusted and tuned in on his hand as well as his mouth and tongue --
we were *admiring* my body with his hand -- *making* love.
   Bob slowly stroked his hand up onto my left tit, cupping it very
lightly. He milked it slowly and lightly up towards the nipple -- my nipple
got tighter and hotter and ached with desire.  Several more bubbles popped
into existence in the current.
   My body quivered and I must have tensed up.  "Relax, Sunshine.  Don't
anticipate, don't *think* -- just *do* -- like we did last night while
dancing."
   I managed -- and suddenly we were just doing; making love with our
bodies and spirits and _sharing_ everything with each other.
   He milked my boob a couple more times, making the nipple harder each
time.  He ran his hand down my stomach onto the racing stripe where he
lightly twisted a few hairs and felt the moisture which had collected
before.
   He was licking my chest, now working on the upper slopes of my breasts.
His right hand moved out and around my side, up my ribs and onto my right
breast from the side, cupping it oh so lightly.  He milked it lightly,
making its nipple harder and hotter.
   Bob scooted down and got more parallel to me, slid his hands beneath my
shoulder blades and moved his mouth down between my breasts.
   He used the slick underside of his tongue to wash the intimate crease
underneath my left breast -- where the boob rose abruptly from my ribs --
then licked the other way with the top of the tongue, tasting the
perspiration and the delicate skin oils.
   To the bottom of the right breast -- and repeat.  He moved around the
outside, around the upper slope, down between and into a figure-eight
between the two for several intense trips.
   Several tiny bubbles burst the surface and washed across us -- we moaned
lightly but didn't stop.
   Finally, his mouth moved slowly and intently toward the left nipple
(hard and achy), stopping just when we felt the crinkled edge of the
areola. He moved slowly over the nipple with the slick inside of his lips
resting lightly around it.
   He stroked the areola and nipple upwards with the inside of his lips,
leaving it wet and cool.  Repeat, with more saliva, several times.
   Four small bubbles burst the surface of the current and washed over us
-- I breathed in and out with a high, soft keen.
   _"Relax.  Let it happen."_
   With a final stroke, he backed off and blew lightly on the nipple,
cooling it off and making yet another bubble burst through.
   Bob moved down the breast into the valley and up the other one to the
other nipple, washing it thoroughly and tenderly then blowing on it lightly
to cool it.
   Finally he sucked as much of the areola and nipple into his mouth as he
could and sucked it lightly.
   Be Jaysus!  Several bubbles joined together, rose inexorably to the top
and burst.  We _felt_ warmth, admiration and joy flood over us -- I keened
out a long wail of happiness and Bob echoed it with a deep groan.
   He moved over to the other nipple and sucked hard on it -- several
bubbles broke loose and broke the surface, one after the other -- washing
over us in a flood.
   I was wailing continuously, with as many deep breaths as possible so I
wouldn't pass out from happiness.  Bob was the same, except after each
breath he switched nipples and sucked harder each time, popping even more
bubbles.
   The current was roiling along like a large water flow running over
rapids -- bubbles breaking loose randomly.  It seemed as if nothing would
stop it, but finally we broke loose of the current long enough to stop.
   Still _sharing_, we cuddled up against each other face-to-face.  For
several minutes, we shared small bubbles popping, spraying us with warmth
and letting our bodies quiver then relax.
   Finally, we let the current run down and fade away into the background
-- still running strongly but quiescent for the time being.
   We _shared_ many warm, gentle kisses -- and I _sensed_ how Bob felt my
mouth as warm, soft and gentle -- with a taste of what he thought of as
"Natalie."
   I finally managed to say, "WOW!  Em, Google, em, Goldilocks, Gridiron,
em, GUGGENHEIM for now."
   "Yes, Mistress.  I hear and obey."
   Then he hugged me a little tighter.  "Sunshine, you make me so happy to
be with you."
   Chapter 14
   BOB (Saturday 12/3)
   What an experience!  It had been more than I ever expected it could be.
We'd merged just enough so we actually _shared_ ourselves without getting
lost or losing control.
   I decided to give Natalie a hard time.  I glanced at the clock and told
her, "Well, that took another half hour.  I lost count of how many orgasms
we had.  We've got to decide whether or not this last set counts as just
the third or if not, did we overrun our game rules and have to do it all
again."
   She mock-glared at me.  "You little shit!  You're trying to change the
rules!  I said, 'at least' three orgasms."
   "Yabutt...  you also said, 'two hours,' and we've got another forty-five
minutes to go."
   "And yet another hour afterwards before Dad starts beating on the door
with his shotgun."
   "Ooh!  A shotgun wedding!  Is the shotgun to keep the rest of the guys
away once they find out how totally wonderful you are -- in or out of bed?"
   She snuggled up to me and purred, "Just keep talking...  You're doing
fine."
   I whispered "sweet nothings" in her ear about how sweet her mouth
tasted, how wonderful her butt felt, how beautiful her breasts were, how
her feminine smell would turn on a eunuch; you know, off-hand stuff.  And
every so often, I'd blow lightly in her ear for punctuation.
   Finally, she said, "Okay, Bob, keep up the good work.  I figure it's
time for some re-hydration and another potty call.  Then, we rest for at
least fifteen minutes.  We need to allow at least thirty minutes for a
shower."
   She arched an eyebrow at me, "I'm sure we can think of something to do
for the other seventy-five minutes."
   So a break we did.  I _hinted_ slightly at her not to wash her pudendum
too much; we wouldn't be wasting it.  I gathered a hand towel and a bottle
of water with a sports top and put them close to hand on the bed.
   We lay down again face-to-face, almost touching.  For about fifteen
minutes or so, we simply murmured stuff to each other and I spent most of
the time admiring her face and eyes and how deep she was spiritually; our
_snuggling_ and _sharing_ appeared to have increased our perceptions of
each other immensely.
   I eventually asked, "You up to another round?  Or should we just doze
off for a while?"
   "I'm neither tired nor sore yet, so let's continue.  What do you have in
mind?"
   "The last two games were slow arousal -- I'd say we can do the slow
stuff pretty well, at least for now.  This time, let's try for faster --
not necessarily more intense -- just faster.  After all, we have to prepare
for all those 'quickies' we've heard about."
   She brushed her mouth against mine and whispered, "I don't think we'll
ever have 'just a quickie' even if it only takes ten seconds; we've got a
lot going for us."
   He whispered back, "Maybe sometime we'll start keeping track of the
shortest times, but I agree, it won't ever be 'just' anything.  I'll try
some firmer, faster approaches -- but I'm going to stay off your pussy if
at all possible.  It deserves its own session the first time.  Let the
games begin."
   I put my hand behind her head, brought her into me and we kissed --
starting gently then increasing the intensity with our desire and dueling
tongues.  Not breaking our kiss, I gave her firm strokes down her back to
her beautiful butt and legs then back upwards towards her breasts.
   She ran her hand through my hair, locking her fingers into it
occasionally while giving me intense _touches_ at the same time.
   I rolled her a little onto her back so I could reach her front more
easily.  As I brought my hand up her stomach towards her right breast, we
_snuggled_ in lightly, just enough to _share_ the sense of touch.  I cupped
her firm breast with my hand and milked it lightly towards her nipple,
adjusting the pressure to produce the most pleasant sensations.  This
forced blood into her already hard and erect areola and nipple, making them
even harder and more sensitive.
   We broke our kiss and I worked my mouth down her neck towards the
waiting hardness, kissing everything on the way firmly, while stroking her
breast again several times.  We felt the current roiling, almost ready to
boil.  Several orgasm bubbles popped into existence in the current and
flowed with the current.
   When my mouth was on her breast, I kept the pressure up with my hand to
keep the blood in her nipple, sucked her areola and nipple into my mouth
and kept the suction up while stroking her other breast.
   Releasing the pressure on her breast while keeping the suction on the
nipple made it the most sensitive spot on her body right then.  A couple
bubbles rose to the surface and washed their orgasmic warmth through us. 
She breathed deeper and softly moaned on each inhale and exhale.
   When the nipple on the other breast was as hard and sensitive as
possible, I switched over to it and started the suction there.  A couple
more bubbles washed us and more popped up into the current.
   I switched back and forth between those delicious tips, sucking and
laving each one tenderly while stroking her stomach several times down
towards her racing stripe.  The current was running faster now, with tiny
bubbles popping into existence continuously then washing over us.
   I let her nipples go and guided her hand to her breast.  "Try to keep it
going at the same level," I told her then kissed firmly down her stomach
towards her mound.  Just before I got there, I paused and took some water
from the bottle into my mouth.
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   NATALIE
   This was so, so nice!  Bob brought us up to simmering almost immediately
with his hand and mouth -- those small orgasm bubbles forming and washing
us were wonderful!
   He put my hand on my breast and I kept stroking it and pinching the
nipple lightly, just enough to keep the bubbles forming and bursting.  Of
course, I'm bi-breasted so I made sure the other one got its fair share of
attention too.  I tried to keep the intensity up just enough so the bubbles
kept forming and washing us with warmth at the same rate.
   I felt we could keep on going like this for a *long* time.  I moaned on
every breath and had a brief thought that Mom and Don appreciated our
broadcast.
   Bob stopped kissing my stomach just before he got to my stripe.  I felt
him sit up for a moment then his nose came down on my stripe and rubbed
around a little.  I felt him sniff and he _sent_ me what he smelled -- even
if it was my smell, it was very nice and he _sent_ me his reaction to it
which was even nicer.
   He put his lips on the stripe and moistened it.  "Water -- we've got to
clean up all this love potion we've been leaking this morning."
   Oh my God!  The thought of what he was going to do and *where* made me
pinch my nipple once a little harder -- a much larger bubble washed over us
-- I wailed and squirmed around.
   "Yes, but don't anticipate too much."
   When he'd wet down my racing stripe and my mound to the leg creases, he
sucked up the moisture with his mouth.  _"Wow!  Must be what they're
thinking when they say, 'nectar of the gods.'"_
   When he'd gotten all the moisture up, he dried it all off with the hand
towel.  "And *that*'s just the first spot." he told me.  He moved his body
around until he was perpendicular to my hips and got another mouthful of
water.
   He rolled me towards himself and told me, "Relax your hips and legs as
much as you can," then gripped my upper leg just below the knee and gently
pulled it straight up until it was pointing at the ceiling.
   Of course, this opened up my pussy and I felt a large dollop of warm
wetness run onto my lower leg.  He told me, "*It* gets handled later."
   He wet down the inside of the thigh he'd pulled into the air, working
from almost to the knee to the inner crease -- the heat from his cheek on
my pussy lips made them swell up more; even start to ache a little bit
(nicely of course).
   He sucked the moisture off, spreading his mouth as far open as possible
while washing with his tongue.  Ooh!  He was getting up all the moisture
and the pussy juice then licking and sucking right along the nerve lines of
my thigh.
   I _felt_ more and more bubbles forming -- He told me, _"See if you can
ease down just a little; we don't want you screaming -- yet."_ I eased off
on pinching my nipples and tried to relax.  It helped but not much; I still
squirmed and moaned.
   He paused when his mouth was right between the muscles a few inches from
my pussy.  He asked, _"Hickey?"_
   "No!  You little shit!  I'll hickory-dickory your *dick* if you don't
watch it!"
   He relented then dried off my thigh.  He got some more water and
washed/sucked the flat area between the leg crease and my pussy lip all the
way from my mound to the start of my ass.  Jaysus!  I felt his mouth on the
outside of my pussy lip and pumped out more pussy juice onto my lower leg.
A few extra bubbles burst over us.  I know I shrieked when he managed to
suck and lick right in the crease over a nerve.
   He carefully dried off the spot then gently bent the leg he'd been
holding up so the knee was bent and pulled almost up to my tit.  He got his
arm on top of it, folded his elbow and stroked my ass with his hand.  "It
gets better -- just wait."
   With more water, he "cleaned" my bottom thigh within a few inches of my
pussy.  I then felt and heard him slurp up the fresh flow we'd started a
few minutes ago.
   _"Jaysus, Sunshine, it tastes wonderful!  I can hardly wait to get some
directly from the source."_
   I squirmed and keened out my pleasure.  He dried up that thigh then
washed/sucked its flat spot then put a solid kiss into the crease right
over the nerve, with a lot of tongue.
   God!  I felt it from head to toe!  A good-sized bubble formed and
started towards the surface -- somehow he managed to bleed enough off so a
much smaller orgasm washed us.  _"Save those until later; we've just gotten
started."_
   He washed the outside of my ass then -- from the perineum all the way to
the small of my back.  He washed and thoroughly dried all the outside of my
butt.
   _"This might be intense, so relax and control it,"_ he told me then
spread my cheeks apart and licked one side from the bottom of my pussy all
the way up the crease -- just missing my pucker.  _"I told you it wouldn't
go to waste."_
   I was shaking, squirming and wailing almost non-stop now.  It felt like
we were in a continuous orgasm with bubbles popping continuously, and there
was more to come.
   He licked up the inside of the other cheek then carefully dried both
sides with the towel.  He'd come close but hadn't yet touched my pucker
which I felt spasming in and out every time one of the orgasms rolled over
us.
   He told me, _"Hold on,"_ collected a big drop of pussy juice from my leg
with his finger and ever so lightly put it right on my pucker.  I froze and
waited, panting and wailing.
   He collected and placed several more helpings of "love potion" on my
pucker hole then said, _"Push it out when you're ready."_
   I immediately pushed it out as far as it could go and held it while I
panted and whined.  He said, _"This is for us, Sweetheart,"_ and spread my
cheeks wide apart.  He put his mouth over my frantically-pushed-out pucker
and sucked while he tried to push his tongue up to my throat.
   Oh shit!  No control on this!  A big bubble formed and popped
immediately and I shrieked, shook and quivered while my pucker tried to
bury itself in my stomach.  It didn't quite succeed; Bob's strong hands and
arms kept my cheeks spread apart and he kept the suction on hard.
   In a few moments, he relented and let us come down some from the orgasm.
I was panting and moaning but managed to get out, "Shit, Bob, totally
awesome!"
   "And the morning isn't over yet, Sunshine."
   He gathered some more pussy juice (which had considerably increased on
my leg over the past few minutes), lubed up my pucker then tried to ream
out my brains with his tongue.
   Another orgasm rolled over us, more intense than the last.  He finally
relented, released the suction and gently blew on the wet pucker which made
it cool off and spasm yet again.
   As the orgasm eased off, I told him, "I don't know if I can take much
more."
   "I can understand.  However, this big freckle looks dry now, so we do
need to wet it down again." He slathered a *lot* of pussy juice on it and
said, "Push it out."
   I pushed out my pucker as far as I could and he slid his lubed middle
finger up my butt as far as it could go.
   ------
   BOB
   She clamped down on my finger so hard I thought she would cut it off! 
She immediately gave us a nice, big orgasm while we shrieked out our
pleasure.
   I got my free hand down to her chest, gently kneaded her breast and
lightly squeezed her nipple.  It set off another spasm, extending her
release!
   This time, I growled my pleasure along with her.  I kept the volume down
so it wasn't overwhelming but could still _sense_ what she was
experiencing.
   As the orgasm crested, I tweaked her nipple a little and stroked the
finger in her butt in and out, just enough to keep it going.  I bled off
enough of her overload to keep her shrieking instead of screaming while I
joined in with my joyful noise.
   Finally, I was stroking my finger in and out of her butt, lightly biting
her leg and sitting callous and gently tweaking her breasts while we were
joined in a continuous climax.  We were both shrieking and panting so much,
I got worried we couldn't breathe so I eased off all the intensity I could.
I eased my finger out, wiped it off on the towel then got her upper leg
straightened out so she was lying mostly on her back.
   She still panted and moaned and was red from her hairline down almost to
her nipples.  Her eyes were open but unfocused, and I _felt_ her almost
totally lost in the sensations.
   I snuggled up to her and kissed her lightly on the neck and face while
lightly stroking her head and shoulders.  Her chest still heaved from her
exertions causing her still-erect nipples to dance beautifully in the air.
   When she finally managed to focus on my eyes, I told her, "Damn, you're
good, woman!"
   She gave me her best Natalie smile.  "We are good, Righteous Bob.  We.
Your finger was just perfect -- I didn't know I wanted it, didn't expect
it, and it was just exactly what I desired."
   "Only for you, Sunshine.  Now, I think it's time the flamingo landed and
rested for a bit."
   "I'm going to check you out to see if I left any bruises.  Did you feel
too much pressure from me at any time?"
   "Never.  It felt just right."
   So I inspected her skin carefully.  I checked out her lovely breasts for
marks -- and nuzzled them a lot to ensure they still knew I was around. 
Her legs were mark-free, even where I had clasped the one below the knee to
hold it up in the air.
   Her butt and back were free of any marks and flawless as ever.  Of
course I had to leave an inspection kiss pretty much everywhere I checked!
   I sat cross-legged next to her.  Her flush had faded to a very light
pink by now and she looked beautiful -- and I told her so.
   ------
   NATALIE
   I finally got my breath under control and Bob helped me sit up while
tucking the hand towel over my still-flooded pussy.  He offered me water,
and I polished off the rest of the bottle.  I tossed the bottle away and
leaned against him, so he obligingly hugged me very gently.
   I told him, "Damn, Bob, It just keeps getting better and better.  We
keep getting better and better."
   "Yes, I think so, too.  We've managed so far to share everything enough
so we experience it but not so out-of-control it's overwhelming.  It makes
me want to 'do you' more and more but we can both tell when it's enough.  I
think we're getting ready to dance."
   He grinned at me and said, "How does your throat feel?"
   I considered a moment then said, "Perfectly fine.  Why?"
   "Well then, would you say we passed the fast-warm-up without you
screaming?  Or do we have to do it over again?"
   "Shit, Bob, that's a full pass.  Of course we'll do it over and over
again but in 'performance' mode."
   He smiled his big Bob smile and cuddled me back onto the bed where we
_shared_ several wonderful warm kisses.
   I saw Little Bob was still standing at attention -- and he was drooling
at me.  I eyed it and said, "My turn!" I pushed him back on the bed and
kissed, licked and stroked everything I could reach.
   God he was hard underneath his beautiful skin!  I seemed as if I
couldn't push my fingertip in anywhere more than an eighth of an inch
before it became rock-solid -- and *that* was where he was relaxed.
   We _snuggled_ into each other, and I turned up the volume enough so I
could easily feel *his* sensations -- which turned me on again.
   "Don't I ever turn off, Bob?"
   "Never.  You're so sexy, you turn everyone on even while you're asleep."
   I inspected him from head to toe.  His freckles, like mine, ran down
onto his chest then lightened up towards his nipples.  Interesting, when I
sucked on his nipples, they got hard something like mine do and his eyes
got wide.
   "I didn't expect that."
   "Well, the actual differences between male and female are really minor.
I've got nerves running from my nipples to my pussy, so it's only rational
you've got nerves running to your dick.  And I bet your erogenous zones are
similar, too."
   "It's possible, except yours are so much nicer to look at."
   "Point of view, point of view.  You look beautiful to me right now --
and every time I look at you."
   I kissed and licked down towards the beautiful hardness he had waving in
the air.  I could see his drawn-up balls so I asked, "You're pretty close,
eh?"
   "Yes, you can sense it.  It's like an ache or pressure, something like
you feel, but it seems more localized around my penis."
   "Hmm.  Well you relax now and just let things happen.  Don't anticipate,
don't hold back but don't push either.  We can feel the current rolling and
there's bubbles floating around just waiting for us."
   I laid my head on his stomach so I was eyes-to-eye with Little Bob. 
"Poor baby, he's crying."
   "Yeh, crying for happiness you're so close to him."
   I breathed heavily on the tip and stroked the insides of his legs slowly
and firmly from as far down as I could reach up to his crotch.  I then ran
my fingers lightly over his balls, up the shaft and (very gently) across
the top of the glans.
   We _felt_ the bubble getting bigger and bigger.  "Relax.  Let it wash
over us."
   I moved down, took the first inch lightly in my mouth (no teeth!) and
laved the very end lightly with the tip of my tongue.
   "Bit salty but excellent flavor."
   He choked out, "Just for you, Nat." I felt him fighting to relax.
   I told him, "Relax.  Let me be in control."
   I stroked his scrotum lightly with my fingernails and felt his sac
contract until his balls were tucked up inside him.
   "Relax."
   I put just a little bit of suction on the end and stroked upwards
lightly on the shaft with my fingertips.
   His penis got harder and bigger.  The bubble floated to the surface and
his orgasm washed over us.  We felt his cum flow out into my mouth and I
sucked very lightly to keep it coming.
   When I got enough, I swallowed, sucked a bit more and swallowed again.
As the flow dwindled, I sucked harder and harder until finally the well was
dry.
   I squeezed his shaft and milked every drop out into my mouth then very
lightly kissed his shaft all the way down.
   He finally drew me up to lay along side him and cuddled me closely.  He
told me, "You are the greatest."
   "We are the greatest.  I've already decided I like the taste, so you'd
better be ready to re-peter it almost any time."
   He grinned and kissed me hard, letting me feel his tongue.  I tongued
back at him, and we taste-tested each other's tonsils and the remnants of
his seed for quite some time while we cuddled up and stroked each other
lightly.
   Finally, he glanced at the clock and told me, "Ten o'clock.  We've got
an hour, so let's shower."
   We managed to wobble into the bathroom.  I was putting my Gracie shower
cap on when he stopped me.  "Please let me wash it for you."
   Yes!  It sounded totally wonderful so I got the shower warming up.  Just
then we heard the ventilation rattle with Mom's scream, and we _felt_ her
and Don's *very* happy thoughts.
   Bob laughed and said, "Nat, you inspire everyone you meet to do better
and better.  Now get into the shower so I can abuse you some more."
   We got in.  He asked me for the right shampoo, wet down my hair and
lathered it up.  His fingers felt wonderful on my scalp, and it all felt so
sensuous and personal, almost more than the sex we'd just had.  We _shared_
the sensations again and had a wonderful time.
   After we got my hair rinsed and conditioned, we carefully washed each
other.  We avoided the sensitive spots, and he made me wash my pussy.  He
told me, "If I got my hand down there, I wouldn't quit."
   In recompense, we discovered my pucker hole wasn't quite as sensitive.
He washed my ass with lots of soap and made several nice strokes over my
pucker.
   I kept pushing it out at him until he finally took the hint and slid his
soap-slick finger inside.  It felt so nice I made him start stroking it in
and out while I stroked my pussy and gave us a warm little come -- a
perfect desert, it just hit the spot.
   We dried each other off as well as we could without roughing up the
sensitive spots.  He demanded my brush and comb then straightened out my
hair.
   He made me stand facing the mirror while he looked over my shoulder at
my reflection.  "This is very nice.  I get to perform a service for you
while watching your lovely blue eyes, ogling your beautiful bosom and
watching your pretty pussy purr."
   God, what a turn on.  While he ran the dryer and brush over my hair, I
spread my legs a couple feet and let my pussy drip down my legs and drip
into a little puddle on the floor.  What the hell, it'll wash off.  And it
did.
   We heard Mom knock lightly on the door and announce food in a half hour.
My hair was dry by then, thank you very much, Bob.  I got dressed while Bob
rooted through his emergency kit for something to wear.
   He told me, "You go on out, Honey.  I'll be right with you."
   Chapter 15
   ANA (Saturday 12/3)
   After the scream we'd heard in the middle of the night and the first
thing in the morning, we heard quite a few light to medium noises, and
there were a lot of what I'd call emotional _surges._ I'd say they were
taking it slow and easy -- maybe Bob was pacing himself.
   About 10:30, I gave their door a couple quiet raps and told them,
"Half-hour to brunch." They replied, so they were still alive.
   I got things going good in the kitchen.  Don and I were at the table
having some coffee when Natalie came wobbling in and collected a cup for
herself.
   Sitting down with us, she beamed -- she simply glowed with happiness. 
She didn't have to say a word; Don and I both grinned back at her.
   She informed us, "Bob will be along in a few minutes.  He had to dig his
spare clothes out of his emergency kit."
   Bob told Don and me, _"I hear Nat racked Don over pretty good a couple
times lately -- play along with me and see if we can get her back."_
   We heard Bob bounce off the kitchen door frame as he came in.  He looked
awful, with dark bags under his eyes, lines around his mouth and his hair
was going all over the place.  He had on an old work shirt buttoned only
part-way and in the wrong holes.
   He staggered into the kitchen, fell into a chair beside Natalie, laid
his head on the table and groaned.
   Natalie was looking at him as if the world had turned upside down.  Her
mouth literally hung open in surprise.  She touched him lightly on the
shoulder and whispered, "Bob?"
   He flinched away from like it hurt.
   "Please...  no more...  I can't take any more," he whimpered.  He raised
his head slowly and looked at Don and me pleadingly.
   "Help me.  She *used* me.  She *abused* me.  She tied me up.  I
begged... I pleaded...  but she wouldn't let me go." He limply waved his
left arm in the air -- there was a dark bruise all around the wrist.
   There was silence while we digested that.  Natalie's jaw dropped even
more than I thought was possible.
   Don finally said, with no expression, "Well, if she's anything like her
mother, it's actually not a case of her keeping you from *going*, she was
keeping you from *coming*."
   Natalie turned her dumbfounded look on him.  I said firmly, "Natalie, I
told you this morning men are frail creatures and have to pace themselves.
Look at what you've done now.  He's all used up and it's only eleven
o'clock.  Now what are you going to be able to do with him this afternoon?"
   As we stared at her, Bob let out a theatrical groan.  Don looked Natalie
right in the eye and told her, "You horn dog."
   I couldn't hold it in any more and laughed so hard I almost peed myself
-- and I wasn't wearing any panties.  Don grinned at her, finally lost it
himself and almost fell off his chair.
   Bob raised his head, looked around and asked plaintively, "Are you
laughing at me?" This of course, got Don and me laughing even harder.
   Natalie glared around at us for a bit then her mouth twitched as she
realized she'd been led down the garden path.  Finally she and Bob laughed
too.
   She smacked Bob on the shoulder.  "I'm going to get you for that!"
   Bob gasped out through his laughter, "Can't -- I'm all used up --
nothing left to get."
   We finally calmed down enough to stop laughing all the time but we'd all
get in a giggle every once in a while.  I guess Natalie and Bob "made up,"
because they shared a warm kiss and made sheep's eyes at each other.
   Natalie asked him, "How did you manage to look that way?  You looked
simply great when I left you in our room?" (I noticed she said "our" room)
   "You seem to be a normal girl and most normal girls have cosmetics in
their bedrooms, right?  A little eye liner, touch of mascara, bit of blue
blush and ...  voila!  Battered Bob!  It's going to take me at least a week
to recover."
   Natalie shook her head at him.  "No, you have a maximum of two hours to
recover.  Mom, can we feed him up so he recovers?"
   I told them, "We can try." Don offered, "She's had experience getting me
back in the saddle again after I've fallen off, so she can do it."
   We chatted a bit about a few other things.  Bob said he had to get some
normal clothes from his house; he invited Natalie along and she promptly
accepted.
   Then Natalie said in her little-girl voice, "Mommy, look what followed
me home last night," pointing at Bob.  "Isn't he cute?  Can I keep him?"
   I told her, "He seems like a keeper to me.  It's really up to you."
   She looked at me seriously.  "Thanks for letting him stay last night. 
Could he stay tonight, too?"
   Don and I exchanged glances.  He told me, _"Fine with me."_
   I considered it a moment then told them both, "You're both eighteen now,
so there's not even a whiff of any legal issues between you, so long as
you're mutually-consenting -- and it sure looks like it to me.
   "Bob, you're welcome in our home *any* time, whether or not Don is here,
Natalie is here, I'm here, or no one is here.  You're family.  If you both
decide he should sleep over, it's fine with us.
   "About the only issue I can think of is school nights, and I assume
you're both intelligent enough not to pull an all-nighter before a test or
something important.
   "You do your own laundry anyway, so it's up to you whether or not you
sleep on old wet spots.
   "Natalie, if you and Bob want to spend the night somewhere else, like
his house, let us know so we don't wonder.  So long as it's just you two,
pretty much anything goes.
   "If you plan to have an orgy or something here with other people though,
like George and Sherry, I must insist on some warning *and* an invitation
for Don and me."
   Only a little bit jokingly, I informed them, "And I get first dibs on
the Sorcerer here.  I've heard some good things about something called the
'Sorcerer's Grip'."
   I _felt_ Bob and Natalie exchange some thoughts.  Bob looked right at me
and Don and told me with his big Bob smile, "As long as it's all right with
both you and Don, we might just take you up on that sometime."
   Natalie put her bit in, "Sherry tells me George has some interesting
talents.  Maybe a contest between Bob and him?  With you being the target
*and* the judge?"
   I don't think I blushed but it's possible; I did feel myself getting
warm.  Don quirked an eyebrow at me and said, "Sherry's a pretty decent
package.  Who knows, Ana, maybe she's bi and has an eye on you?"
   Hmm, now *that* was an idea.  "Don't get too smart, you guys and try to
back me into some imaginary corner.  You might be surprised at what Don and
I could be interested in."
   Natalie looked quite a bit surprised, but Bob just grinned and shared a
few _thoughts_ with her.  She finally shook her head and grinned.
   She told us, "I guess I've underestimated you two for quite a while."
   Don told her, "Well, bear in mind both of us have been around the block
a few times and my being in the Navy was quite an eye-opener.  Remember,
Natalie, I'm not your biological father -- and while I try to treat you
like the daughter I've never had, if you two do decide to have an orgy, you
might be fair game, too."
   I felt Bob and Natalie exchange a few more _thoughts_.  She grinned at
Don and told him, "While it's a bit early to tell exactly, don't suggest
anything you're not willing to follow up on!"
   She continued, "But that's all down the road from here.  Bob and I have
barely gotten started on *our* relationship -- this morning, for example,
we've just been practicing -- we're both still virgins.  The status may
change in the next few hours, days, weeks or even months -- however long it
may take.  Bob and I are after the long-term relationship, not just the
dessert.
   "But don't you two get complacent, either.  You might find your bedroom
invaded some night by a couple of horny teenagers with *party* on their
minds!  So you two better get in lots of practice to prepare."
   ------
   SHERRY (Saturday Noon 12/3)
   George and I got home fairly late Friday night.  We've got to do our
loving wherever we can; both our homes have too many people and too little
privacy to get anything meaningful done.  Oh, well -- we're used to
back-seat quickies.
   About noon, I figured it was time to call Natalie and rag on her a bit
about last night.  I managed to get in my room alone and gave her a call.
   I heard her say, "Must be The Sherry!" Caller ID strikes again.  She
accused me, "Hey!  You and Elizabeth blind-sided us last night!"
   "Well, it's possible -- I figured you and Bob would wander out and do
some of the standard high-school slow-dance shuffling but, no -- you
sandbagged us all.  You said you were taking some lessons, so I figured
you'd at least pick your feet up.  But no -- you two had to give us a
performance you must have been working on for years.  Where'd *that* stuff
come from, girl?"
   "Damned if I know!  Bob and I practiced a couple hours this week over at
his place with his mother.  We wanted to get comfortable doing some simple
things on the dance floor, so we practiced a little."
   "Well, anyway, you guys did *good*.  I know every male eye was on you
hoping your boobs would pop out during some of those moves.
   "I'll bet there was a lot of lovin' goin' on after the party because of
you guys getting them all romantic.  Shit, I thought you and Bob were a
quiet couple then you two laid your love out there so intensely and
beautifully, you had us all crying."
   I heard her sniffle a few times then blow her nose.  "Well, it's the
truth," she finally told me.  "We *do* feel that way about each other and
have from the first time we met.  It's only gotten deeper and stronger
since then."
   "Honey, I know that.  Anyway, George and I managed to sneak in a little
bit of lovin' of our own on the way home.  When did you and Bob get back?"
   "I'm afraid I was a party-pooper.  We were trying to get romantic on our
front porch -- hell, I was trying to get his hands back on my tits for some
more of his Sorcerer's Grip -- but I kept falling asleep.  I even conked
his head with mine.
   "Anyway, Bob dragged me inside well before midnight.  Last I remember
was him laying me out on the sofa and taking my shoes off."
   "Did I hear correctly that you got laid on the sofa?"
   "No, I *didn't* say that.  The little shit said I was *snoring* -- and
scaring Geeser."
   "Snoring?  Then you slept together."
   "Sherry, your mind's almost as dirty as mine.  Almost.  Anyway, from
what Mom and Bob say, she came along about two o'clock and kicked us out of
the living room.  Bob *claims* she told him to drag me by my ankle into my
room and ravish me."
   I waited.  "Well...  get on with it, Nat.  Your audience is waiting."
   "I don't think he dragged me."
   "Shit, girl stop beating around the bush.  I'm waiting to hear about Bob
beating around *your* bush, so spill it!"
   "I did have this wonderful dream of Bob running his hands and mouth all
over me; then it turned into a great, big O!  Maybe he did ravish me -- I
was asleep."
   "God, Nat, here I was hoping you'd finally gotten something going.  You
trying for the vestal virgin trophy here?"
   "What are the requirements?"
   "Jeez, I give up on you -- for now.  Not to change the subject, but how
did your dress work out?"
   "Perfectly!  Not a pull or anything even during all the dancing.  Mom
and Bob must have gotten it off me pretty quick, because it's hanging up in
the closet in perfect shape."
   "Ooh!  So your mom and Bob double-teamed you, eh?"
   "Well I sure didn't get *myself* nekkid -- and I woke up that way."
   "God damn it, Natalie Lillian Shanahan!  I'm here dying of thirst and
you're giving me drops of water!  Now give!"
   "Do you think Bob looked good in his blue shirt last night?" she parried
me.
   "Of course, he looked magnificent.  What's that got to do with
anything?"
   "Well...  let's say he looks ten times as good without it."
   I probably broke her eardrum, I squealed so loud into the phone.  "Hot
damn, girl, you guys finally did the deed!"
   "No, not yet.  He and Mom must have gotten me in here and undressed, and
she probably told him he was a damned fool if he didn't stay with me -- so
I woke up this morning and we were both in my bed -- gloriously sans
apparel."
   Yes!  I got up and danced around.  "More!  Tell!"
   "We were probably pretty stinky after last night, so I dragged him into
the shower.  And I *attacked* him.  The poor guy didn't know what hit him.
I started getting us both off and we _merged_.  We _shared_ both our
emotions and our sensations.  Sherry, you need to try _sharing_ with George
sometime but start out *lightly*.
   "Bob and I got too deep into it and got into positive feedback.  Things
just spiraled up out of control and it was stupendously intense but
terrifying at the same time.  My throat is still a touch sore from
screaming so loud."
   I got a touch of the old scared feeling back.  I asked her quietly, "Any
collateral damage, Honey?"
   "Extremely minor.  That's a subject for a face-to-face confab, not the
phone.  Anyway, we decided we need more control.  It seemed every time he
touched me I'd go out the top and he claimed some physical control issues
himself.
   "We decided we need to learn sex the same way we learned to dance. 
Instruction and practice.  So...  after the first shower, we've been
practicing."
   "Now *that* seems interesting.  How?"
   "We played the Mistress/Slave game.  I told him exactly what to do and
he did it...  with imagination and romance."
   "Damn, you've gotten me hot again, and *I* got laid last night.  Oh. 
My. God.  I've got to get the time and place to get George doing that!  Did
he pass?"
   "Well, another constraint was he couldn't even breathe on my pussy
because it was so sensitive.  He still managed to give me lots of perfect,
beautiful, wonderful, sensual, glorious...  anyway, very nice ones.  Yes,
he passed."
   "Oh.  I bet he was hurting himself."
   "Probably but we worked it out.  Apparently he doesn't mind my hands...
and my mouth."
   "You go!"
   "Anyway, Mom had told us we had brunch at eleven, so we got cleaned up.
I wobbled into the kitchen and chatted with Mom and Don -- with a
well-loved look, I'm sure.
   "Then the little shit comes staggering in and collapses in a chair.  He
looked like death warmed over...  hollow eyes, hair a mess, bruises, barely
dressed.  He claimed I abused him and used him -- that I tied him up and
wouldn't let him go.
   "Of course, feed Don a straight line...  And Mom lays into me about
using him all up already and what was I going to be able to do with him
this afternoon.  Then they start *laughing* at me -- the shit had gotten
some of my makeup and put on the Battered Bob look -- *and* had tipped off
my folks.  He's going to get *his*, very soon now."
   I heard Bob's voice over the phone, "That's women for you; promises,
promises then all we get is tease, tease."
   I shouted over the phone, "Bob, you pile of crap!  We'll both get you!"
   He laughed, "I need more practice first; I can't even handle Natalie
right now, much less *both* of you at the same time."
   I told him, "Shit, Bob, you keep talking like that and I'm going to have
a talk with George about opening up *our* relationship...  and after what
every girl at the party last night felt, you're going to have pussy
climbing over you like kittens nursing."
   Bob just laughed at me over the phone.  "I'd better call out the
bodyguards then.  There may be a lot of stuff in the future, but for now
Natalie and I are taking it a little bit at a time."
   Natalie spoke up, "Yep.  We've got to practice a lot first before
anything else.  Neither of us has had a Significant Other before, so it's
going to take work, too, not just the totally *wonderful* loving we've been
doing."
   I told them, "I understand.  Every relationship I've ever had needed
work to get it going -- the less work they had, the shorter they lasted.  I
want you two to last forever."
   They both said, "And so do we."
   ------
   BOB
   Natalie and I went over to my place so I could get out of my emergency
clothes.  Both Mom and Dad were there and were happy to see us.
   As soon as we appeared, Mom grabbed us both in a big hug.  "I'm so
*proud* of you two!  If what you did last night with just the training
you've had is any indication, you're going to take the ballroom-dancing
community to a completely higher level!"
   Nat and I glanced at each other.  _"Huh?"_
   Mom said, "Of course you two are going into competition.  With talent
like that, you've got an excellent chance to be world-class."
   Natalie told her, "Elizabeth, we've never considered it.  We just wanted
to get good enough so we would have fun at the party."
   "And fun you did have.  The audience did, too -- that's part of what
competition is -- it's communicating to the audience, sharing yourselves
and your joy with them, as well as displaying your competence.  I could
tell having all those people watching you inspired you to do your best --
and you produced!  I've never seen anything like the way you improvised all
those moves."
   I told her, "Actually, Mom, we were picking up your expertise as we went
along.  You were the one choreographing it on the fly."
   "Could well be; I did _feel_ you, but you two were the ones who put it
into action so superbly.  Bob, you and your empathic talent came through
again.  I wish I had anything like that."
   Natalie told her, _"Actually, you probably do.  Bob taught me, George,
Sherry, Mom and Dad.  He's still the best, but if you hook up with my mom,
she can teach you.  You'd be great."_
   I could see Mom was a bit startled; she hadn't expected it.  "Damn, that
would be nice.  I'm going to call her tomorrow -- it's her turn to help me
then."
   Natalie and I went to my room so I could change my clothes and get some
other stuff so I could spend the night with her -- oh, God, what
anticipation!
   Natalie suggested we see if George and Sherry wanted to get together for
a while so I could rest before the "mid-afternoon, late-afternoon,
early-evening, evening and late-evening practice sessions." I gave her a
big mock groan and feigned collapsing on the floor, but I agreed she needed
the rest, too.
   We called Sherry.  She said she and George planned to meet at her place
in about fifteen minutes and to come on over.
   ------
   SHERRY
   When they got to my place, I grabbed Natalie.  "Bob, you hang out with
George when he gets here.  Nat and I have some girl-talk to do."
   I dragged her into my room and shut the door.  I asked her, "And?"
   She grinned at me.  She was really glowing and looked great.  "Lock your
door.  I've got something to show you."
   Hmm.  Well, I locked the door and turned to her.
   She stripped off her shoes, blouse and slacks then took off her bra and
panties so she was nude.
   She told me, "I made Bob tell me what happened between you two with the
bruises and ribs.  He and I made intense love for over four hours this
morning.  Do you see any bruises or marks?" She held her arms above her
head and slowly turned around.
   She was a beautiful woman.  Even if I wasn't much into girls, I could
appreciate her shape and her skin, especially since it contrasted so much
with her hair and my Spanish coloring.
   She didn't have a bruise or mark on her anywhere I could see.  "Natalie,
you're just perfect.  And he's had his hands on you that long?"
   "More than his hands -- his mouth and pretty much everything else we
could imagine.  We've not had actual intercourse yet, but it's going to
happen."
   She said softly, "I just wanted to show you he's gotten control.  He
grabbed my butt pretty hard the first time and claimed he left a bruise,
but I sure don't see one now.  You have no reason to be scared of him in
any way from now on."
   I felt my eyes tear up from her wanting to help me.  I told her, "That
does help.  Besides, it's really nice to see someone in as good a shape as
you are -- both spiritually and physically."
   She laughed as she slipped back into her clothes.  "Elizabeth worked our
asses off this week.  We not only practiced dancing, she made us do
strength and endurance exercises, too."
   She was wearing her socks and panties now and was just pulling on her
slacks.  "I did *lots* of push-ups -- *real* push-ups, not girly ones.  I
found it had an interesting side benefit.  Watch."
   She stood still while facing me.  Without anything else moving, she
bounced her boobs up and down about an inch.  She did each individually and
both together.  Totally fascinating!
   "Christ, Natalie, teach *me*!  George will have a heart attack!"
   "Knowing George, he would -- then he'd attack you, which is the main
idea, right?  Anyway, it's all in the pectoral muscles.  Do some push-ups
to develop them -- by the way, it makes your tits pop out more, too -- and
work on finding the nerves controlling them.  After a bit, you'll get it.
   "I've gotta warn you, though, Sherry.  You've got a lot more chest than
me, so don't give yourself a black eye!"
   We roared and kept chuckling while she finished getting dressed.
   George had arrived while we were in my room and was talking to Bob.  I
eyed George intensely; he looked nervous and finally asked, "What?"
   I told him, "I've got *plans* for you, buster."
   Bob laughed and patted him on the shoulder.  "George, here's something
I've recently learned: when a lady says she's got plans for you, you'd
better get lots of food, lots of rest and a good shower.  You'll need it."
   George managed to look both apprehensive and interested at the same time
-- a usual condition for him.
   Natalie whispered to me, "Make a little talk with my mom.  We've got a
nice comfortable fold-out bed in the den you might be able to borrow for a
night."
   Oh shit!  Just the thought got me slick and popped my nipples up!  I
think Bob caught some of it, because he patted George on the shoulder
again. "Yes, lots of food, lots of rest, good shower"
   Natalie piped up, "Speaking of food, let's get some.  Bob and I had
brunch a few hours ago, but we need to build up our energy for some more
practice this afternoon.  Bob has his truck, so you drive us, George.  That
way, Bob and I can neck in the back seat!"
   Off we went to In and Out Burger.  I flipped down the passenger-side sun
visor and pretended to touch up my make up in the mirror, but I actually
wanted to eyeball Bob and Natalie in the back.
   Natalie caught my eye in the mirror, grinned at me and winked.  She
grabbed Bob and kissed him -- it was amazing enough right there, since I'd
known him for so long.
   Natalie told me, _"You can watch -- and enjoy."_ She captured Bob's hand
and slipped it under her blouse over her breasts through her bra.  I _felt_
her tune me in, something like last night, only this was tighter and more
personal.  I _felt_ her nipples popping up, Bob's fingers stroking her
boobs and lightly tweaking her nipples and her immediately getting slick.
   She told me, _"Those are the Sorcerer's hands."_ My nipples had popped
up immediately and I got wet -- I _felt_ her sensations.
   In the "heat" of the moment, I'd forgotten how sensitive Bob was.  _"You
girls enjoying yourselves?"_ Shit, he'd busted us!  I could _feel_ him
grin, though.  _"Don't want George to feel left out, do we?"_ He tuned
George in, too.
   When I glanced at George, his eyes had widened, and he started drifting
out of his lane.  "George, drive!" I told him.  He got the car back under
control but I noticed his pants bulging.
   I announced loudly, "Group sex!"
   Natalie had a nice warm climax.  I _felt_ it and it triggered one of my
own (while I was quietly rubbing my clit through my pants), which I
promptly channeled into George so he could share it too.  I hadn't thought
his eyes could get any bigger, but they did and he groaned.  Bob kept
tweaking Nat's nipples, which made the release last a long time -- then set
off another one when he squeezed one firmly.
   Bob and Natalie got in a final smooch and he retrieved his hand from her
blouse where she'd been holding it captive.  Bob told us, "That's what the
guy's job is -- keeping the ladies happy."
   We lightened up the linkage a lot and laughed -- George almost drove out
of the lane again.
   We managed to navigate to In and Out where we chowed down.  We kept the
back and forth banter going all the time; a lot of it was at George's
expense, but he didn't mind.
   Natalie pulled me outside and handed me her cell phone.  "If you're
feeling horny, give my mom a call and ask about the bed in the den for the
night.  If you don't ask, it will never happen."
   George and I had gotten along very well with Don and Ana during our
study nights there, but this was a bit different.  Natalie was right,
though, if I didn't ask, it wouldn't happen.  Natalie and I put our heads
together listening to the phone between us.
   Ana picked up the phone, so I asked her outright, "Ana, this is Sherry.
Would it be possible for George and me to use the bed in the den and spend
the night?  We've never had a proper bed, and it would be wonderful."
   I _felt_ Ana laugh even as far away as we were.  "God, the energy
teenagers have.  Let me ask Don, I'm sure it will be fine."
   After a bit she came back.  "Don said some stuff about a 'den of
iniquity' and 'no rest.' You probably can figure it out, but when Bob and
Natalie were going at it this morning, Don and I could _feel_ the leakage
-- I'm sure it was intentional -- and it got us going, too.  Having the
four of you leaking love and happiness all over the house at the same time
might be a little much for him.  So...  I'm going to make him take a nap
this afternoon so he can be ready.
   "How about you two come over any time but no later than, say, 5:30? 
We'll feed you, the six of us can do a nice DVD, have a nice quiet short
evening then we can make the guys work for their dinner.  Have Natalie
explain our rules for orgies."
   Natalie and I busted up laughing and I asked Ana, "Can we bring
anything?"
   "No, let me talk with Natalie; I'll have Bob and her pick up some stuff
on the way back here."
   Natalie took the phone, dug some paper and a pencil out of her purse and
made a list.  I marched over to the guys and told them, "George, you're
spending the night with Bob.  Make it happen.  Bob, you know where you will
be spending the night, so I assume your folks already know -- if not, make
it happen.  I'll tell my folks I'm spending the night with Natalie.  All of
this is true, so we don't have to lie.
   "George, we're having dinner with the Matthews'; we're to be there by
5:30.  So, if we have anything to do, we need to get it done by then."
   We went back to my place.  Bob and Natalie took off in his truck to do
the shopping.  I grabbed some overnight stuff (including my sexiest robe
and teddy).  I cleared spending the night at Natalie's with my mother; she
glanced once at George, cocked her eyebrow and told us, "I'm glad you've
worked something out.  You two have fun."
   We headed over to George's house.  When George asked his dad to spend
the night with Bob, his dad looked at me then back at George.  "George, if
I were you, I'd know who I'd rather spend the night with.  I've got your
cell phone number if we really need you.  Have fun."
   Chapter 16
   BOB (Saturday afternoon 12/3)
   Natalie and I shopped for enough food to feed our small army and got
back to her place about 2:00.  After we got the groceries into the kitchen,
Ana told us, "Great!  Thanks for doing that.  We'll start dinner preps
around 4:30, so why don't you two take a break and get some rest."
   Her raised eyebrow and grin told us what kind of "rest" she expected us
to get.  Natalie had me grab a six-pack of water, twisted my arm behind my
back and marched me off to her/our room.
   When we got inside, I told her, "I think having George and Sherry here
tonight will work out okay.  We'll just unlock the door from the den to the
bathroom and we'll all share.  If we happen to see something in there... 
well, we're all big girls and boys, we can handle it.  I don't think George
would object to getting a look at your beautiful bosom, your delicious
derriere or your perfect pudendum.
   "However, if this is going to happen very often there'll be lots of
showers; Don should think about an additional water heater to handle the
load.  In fact, I'll do it anyway, since I'll probably be spending some
time here myself."
   Nat told me, "I showed Sherry this afternoon you'd really gotten control
-- no bruises, no marks, nothing.  I know you two don't have a 'spark'
between you, but it doesn't mean you wouldn't appreciate seeing each other
with fewer clothes than normal.  Just remember who you came to the dance
with!"
   I snuggled her into me and we traded a warm kiss.  "I'll never forget my
dancing partner." I stroked her back, dropped my hands down her hips and
legs then caressed her perfectly-shaped butt.
   She reciprocated with strokes of her own and told me, "You feel so nice.
Strength underneath, silky-smooth on top."
   I replied, "Those freckles of yours drive me wild!" and started
cataloging them on her head and neck with my mouth and tongue.
   While our tongues had an intimate conversation, we caressed each other
everywhere in reach -- with just the right pressure and speed -- while we
_snuggled_ up.
   I told her, "I want to undress you.  I've not done it while you were
awake."
   "Yeh, you're just good at taking advantage of a helpless woman."
   "After I touched you a few times, you didn't seem to be very helpless --
you screamed for help."
   "It wasn't a scream for help; it was a scream for more."
   "So maybe we can get some of the 'more' now."
   I pulled off her hair band and spread her lovely black mass behind and
over her shoulders.  "A waterfall of glory for my Sunshine."
   I saw and felt my hands tremble as I undid the top button of her blouse.
She whispered, "Slow or fast; whatever you like," while running her hands
slowly over my arms and head.
   I got a few undone, enough to see the inside swell of her breasts then
kissed and licked each freckle found -- there were a lot of them, so I had
to be very thorough.
   I _felt_ the sensations received so we were _linked_ just fine.  While
working my mouth down towards her breasts, I got several more buttons
undone and pulled the tail of her blouse from her slacks.
   Running my mouth over her bra, I sucked her nipples a bit through it
then slipped my hands around to her back underneath her blouse.  I told
her, _"God, doing it with clothes on feels so sexy."_
   She whispered into my ear, "It's the mystery.  We love a bit of
mystery...  and anticipation."
   I slipped her blouse off her shoulders and she straightened her arms,
letting it slip down to her hands.  She flipped it towards the chair and
missed.
   "Oops, you think we should stop and pick it up?" I questioned.
   "I think it can take care of itself."
   Working the three buttons on my golf shirt loose, she grabbed the hem,
pulled it off over my head and tossed it at the chair.  By then, we didn't
care whether or not it got there.
   She snuggled up to me and nibbled my ear.  Stroking my hands up her back
several times, I unhooked her bra and peeled it off her shoulders.  It
joined the pile.
   Her nipples felt fiery-hot and hard, hard, hard against my chest.  We
intensified the linkage and _felt_ them against me.
   "Shoes."
   Backing off, we kicked off our shoes and socks.  She grinned and bounced
her boobs at me.
   "Those look good enough to eat," I told her...  and did.  I ran my mouth
and tongue around them, squeezed firmly to make the blood flow to the
nipples then sucked each til it stood high and proud.  The current between
and through us ran fast with roils and ripples forming then fading away.
   We undid each other's belts, eased our pants down to the floor and
stepped out of them.  We kicked them to the clothes pile and snuggled up
again.  We _felt_ the heat, pressure and tension between our skins.
   We ran hands around each others' butts, over and under shorts and
panties.  I was hard as a rock while she'd already soaked through her panty
crotch.
   I pushed her gently to the bed and we eased onto it, never breaking our
mouth contact.  I scooted her towards the head and told her, "It's time for
your oral GYN exam."
   She smiled delightedly.  "Oh, GOODY!  I wanna watch!"
   Arranging some pillows behind her so they were partially propping her
up, we grabbed a towel and folded it beneath her dripping pussy.  I eased
off her soaked panties and tossed them...  somewhere.
   Kissing her leg inside the knee, I worked up towards her center kissing
and tonguing her skin as I went.  We _felt_ the current raging and lots of
orgasm bubbles popping into existence.
   Stopping short of her moisture, I kissed part way up the other leg.  She
pulled up her heels almost to her butt and spread her knees wide.
   "Please..."
   I inched my way up towards her, smelling her arousal getting stronger as
I went.  A continuous trickle of her love potion ran into her butt cleft,
across her pucker and onto the towel.
   _"Sweetheart, close your eyes for a moment and try to tap into what I'm
seeing from here."_
   She closed her eyes, let her head roll back a little and finally said,
_"I see something -- can't tell for sure."_
   I waved my hand in front of my eyes and she said, _"Yes!  You're waving
your hand...  I just need to focus in a little bit...  Jaysus *that*'s a
strange view!"_
   I told her softly, _"It's not strange to me, Sunshine.  It's a beautiful
flower, blooming for us and our love.  Its fragrance beckons me from afar
to come and worship._
   _"There are drops of nectar on the blossom, just waiting for the
butterfly to come and collect them -- and that's what's going to happen."_
   We built up the perception linkage enough until I _felt_ the blood
pulsing through her labia and she could smell what I smelled.  I bit my
tongue very lightly and told her, _"This is going to be there soon."_
   She was almost panting and her muscles were tense.  I told her, _"Relax.
Enjoy."_ She finally calmed down a bit, but our current filled with bubbles
waiting to rise to the surface and explode.
   I licked the flat spot between her labia and thigh, very slowly, pushing
my tongue into the crease.  She immediately moaned and a few bubbles rose,
broke the surface and washed over us.
   _"You're beautiful down here -- and you taste wonderful,"_ I told her. I
carefully licked the other flat spot and bored in with my tongue on her
nerve.
   A larger bubble immediately formed and broke -- she drew in her breath
hoarsely and we moaned loudly as her orgasm washed over us.
   _"Natalie, see if you can watch me and still see what I'm seeing at the
same time."_
   She opened her eyes and looked hard at me for a moment.  _"Yeh -- it's
really strange, but I can tell which is which without getting it
confused."_
   _"Good; and I can see what you're seeing.  Think I need a haircut?"_
   _"Wanker!  Get your mouth to work!"_
   I slid my hands to her hips and helped tip her pelvis up a little.  Now
we could see from her very wet pucker across her stomach to her breasts and
eager eyes.
   I whispered loudly, "This is *not* a game.  We're live." Pushing my
tongue out as far as it would go, I started a long slow lick from her
pucker upwards.
   She moaned loudly as soon as my tongue touched her -- bubbles broke and
washed across us -- her legs and body quivered.
   I licked right up the center of her lovely blossom, gathering all the
nectar as I could on the way then depositing it on her swollen clitoral
hood.
   More bubbles formed and burst as my tongue came up -- we paused until
they died down -- then I continued licking upwards while she quivered and
moaned our pleasure.  I moaned too, deep in my throat.
   When the quivering lessened, I very gently spread open her beautiful
blossom.  The outer labia were bright pink and puffed up.  The inner ones
were a darker pink pulsing with every beat of her heart.  They looked
fragile, thrusting themselves out a good half-inch from the outer lips.
   At the bottom was the route to her womb -- her juices welled out slowly
and steadily then trickled downwards.
   Natalie gasped as she breathed, "No hymen...  Had the GYN...  Take it
all...  two months ago...  No flitters...  No rags and tags...  just
clean...  I knew...  even then...  we'd be doing this...  because...  I
love you..."
   I whispered, "And a wonderful job it was, because you're beautiful.  You
are my love, my Sunshine."
   Using just the tip of my tongue, I licked between her inner and outer
labia from the bottom to the top and barely flicked her clitoral hood.
   We moaned as larger bubbles broke and washed over us.  I licked the
other side and more climaxes rolled over us.
   She locked her fingers into my hair and held on.  _"Hold on tight but
keep your arms relaxed.  We're going for a ride,"_ I told her.  _"Push out
your vagina."_ We saw it move outward -- a swell of juice came with it -- I
put my mouth over it, sucked as hard as I could and tried to drill my
tongue through her head.
   A really big bubble burst -- her hips bounced up and down.  She
shrieked, I moaned and we shook as it rolled over us.  I sucked and probed
several more times while the climax continued to roll over us -- each phase
a bit more intense and bringing louder shrieks and more body shaking.
   Finally we stopped and let things die down a little.  She was brightly
flushed from her face halfway down her breasts.  Through her eyes, I could
see my face flushed too -- I definitely felt no pain.
   Scooting up, I flicked my tongue over her hood.  Every couple flicks,
I'd massage a side with my tongue, pressing the flesh onto her clitoris.
   I used my thumbs and gently opened her hood -- her clit jumped out proud
and tall -- bright pink, about a quarter-inch across and standing stiffly
above the surrounding flesh, throbbing with each heartbeat.
   _"It's so beautiful.  I think it wants some attention."_
   _"You bet it does."_
   Using all the feedback I could get to make the sensations as perfect as
possible, I licked from just below it, around it then occasionally across
it.  Feeling some very large bubbles forming, we slowed down to let them
build up.
   I pursed my lips and lightly drew her clit inside, keeping only the
inner smooth wet part of my lips on it.  Putting a bit of suction on it, I
pulled my head back and stretched it out.
   A large bubble welled up to the surface and spread its heat across us --
she shrieked, I moaned and we shook.
   Sucking harder, I stretched her clit again -- another, larger bubble
burst over us -- she shrieked louder yet, and our bodies convulsed.  I let
her clit pop out of my mouth and vibrate back into place.
   I slowly sucked it in again, stretched it and let it pop back several
times -- each time, a bubble got larger and larger.
   Easing off the pressure, I sampled the juices on her lips and dried out
her glory hole, but it kept filling back up again...  how is that
happening?
   Sucking lightly on her inner labia, I laved her pucker and took the
tension up almost to breaking then let it die down again then did it once
more.  Each time we got close, it was more and more intense.
   I got my hands under her butt and held on.  I lightly suctioned her clit
while I flicking the tip of my tongue across it fast and as hard.
   A huge bubble broke over us!  Natalie's hips bounced up and down; she
screamed with each possible breath.  I licked from her pucker up to her
bright-pink clit then sucked and fluttered again, timing it so the previous
contractions died down before attacking again.
   She screamed so loudly it almost hurt my ears but what, me worry?  Her
legs straightened out completely and her thighs clamped around my head, so
I had some ear protection.  We thrashed around hard enough to hurt if we'd
hit something hard -- fortunately only the mattress was there.
   Keeping us going through several more releases, each more intense with
louder screams, I then released her clit, gently licked and kissed her
labia and rosette then sucked out the love potion from her pulsing vagina.
   Several more aftershocks washed over us but they were gentler --
soothing.  I managed to escape from her thighs, tucked a towel between her
legs and scrambled up along side her.
   Her flush to her nipples gradually faded out.  Her muscles still spasmed
occasionally as she came down and other minor releases swept over us; she
clenched the bed sheet in her hands, panted and moaned.  Her head wobbled
all over, and her hair flew around.  Though her eyes were open, I could
tell she was off somewhere in ecstasy-land.
   I kept our _snuggle_ firm so she knew I was there with her and stroked
her stomach a little with one hand while giving her little kisses on her
face, neck and shoulders for some reference points to grasp.  After several
minutes, she finally focused on me enough so I knew she'd returned to the
land of the living.
   I eased off our _snuggle_ and whispered, "Hello, Sunshine.  You're quite
a woman to be able to do that to us."
   All she said was, "WOW!" as we cuddled up to each other and relaxed.
   After a few minutes I told her, "I'll be right back." I got a warm
washcloth from the bathroom and gently wiped off her face, ran it over her
breasts (avoiding the sensitive nipples) and stomach then very gently wiped
out her butt crack and around her pussy.
   After gently blotting with another towel, I pulled out the one beneath
her and tossed them towards the bathroom door.  I told her, "Hopefully, no
wet spot," and kissed her as warmly as I could.
   "You are my Sunshine and you're very special to me.  You've led us on a
journey of wonder and delight I never could have imagined before now, even
in my wildest fantasies.  It's because of who you are and how beautiful you
are both in body and spirit that I love you so much.  And I know our love
will only grow deeper and better as we journey on from here."
   I gathered her as close as possible and we held each other as we softly
cried our tears of joy.
   ------
   NATALIE
   I felt like I'd run a marathon -- I was totally wiped out but felt
*very* happy and even felt some stirrings of being ready to do more.
   However, Bob's stomach growled at me and I decided to cut him a *little*
bit of slack before I attacked him.
   "Okay.  Quick shower then we can relax and help Mom with dinner."
   We picked up the towel and other damp stuff and tossed them in the
laundry hamper.  I observed, "We'd probably better do some laundry, too,
sometime."
   "Yep.  We do tend to go through towels.  Another reason for another
water heater."
   We took a quick shower, carefully washing each other's naughty bits.  I
stroked his hardness a few times and looked at him with my eyebrows raised
in question.
   "No, Sunshine, let it be.  Remember, us guys have to pace ourselves. 
The day is still young, and who knows what the evening and tonight will
bring."
   We dried off and I put on my casual elastic-waist sweats -- Jaysus I'm
going through panties in a hurry -- and staggered out the door, hand in
hand.
   No one was in the kitchen or den so we went into the living room where
four heads turned to watch us -- George and Sherry had arrived.
   All four of them stood up and applauded while I blushed and held onto
Bob's arm for support.  They were laughing and grinning so hard I thought
they'd break their faces.
   Finally Sherry said, "Natalie, I'm sure coming from a classmate this
will be easier to take -- you've really *got* to learn to relax and let
your emotions show.  You're simply too quiet and shy."
   That brought on laughs from all of us.  Bob said, "I need to get a check
for possible hearing loss."
   We got started on the dinner preps.  We ladies kicked the guys out of
the kitchen and said we'd call them if we needed them.  Mom got them to set
the table, get the lights ready and all the other paraphernalia a nice
dinner requires.
   I dragged Bob into the kitchen to peel potatoes.  He gladly acquiesced,
stood up to the sink and went at it with a vengeance.  I snuck up behind
him and played with his butt; he squirmed around a bit and finally told me,
"If you don't watch it, these potatoes aren't the only things that'll get
peeled."
   I just blew in his ear, rubbed my boobs and my twat up against his back
and purred.  He kept squirming, especially after I snaked a hand around his
front and groped his crotch.  God he gets hard in a hurry -- almost as fast
as my pussy gets slick!
   He glanced around the kitchen -- everyone happened to be in there
working -- or at least "helping" someone else.  He whispered, "Last
warning, Sunshine."
   I muttered, "Yeh, right," and continued squirming all over his solid
back, scrubbing my tits on him as hard as I could.  He started with a low
growl which got louder and louder.  It got everyone's eyes on us, since it
was so unusual a sound for him.
   Suddenly he dropped everything into the sink, pushed me back a little
bit with his butt, reached around behind himself and dragged my sweats and
panties down to the floor, leaving me standing bare-assed for everyone in
the kitchen to see.
   "Lookin' GOOD!" he boomed out.
   Don and George immediately made *very* appreciative noises, while Mom
and Sherry just laughed.  I probably blushed fifty shades of red -- or was
I simply turned on so much?  I now had to decide how to get my pants up
without mooning everyone in the room or exposing too much.
   Finally I decide to Hell with it!  They'd gotten a little show already;
they'd get an even better one!  I shuffled a quarter-turn to my left, bent
over with my knees straight and hauled up my panties while swishing my ass
and shuffling half-way around to my right.  I made sure everyone got a good
look at my pucker-hole and dripping pussy by the time I got my panties up.
   I reached down again and pulled up my sweats while swishing my hips back
and forth and shuffling back the other way.  When I got them back up, I
turned around and looked Don and George right in the eyes.
   "Eat your hearts out, fellas.  Those belong to him!" I reached back and
grabbed whatever I could of Bob below the waist -- it turned out to be his
crotch with a heavy-duty hard-on, since he'd turned around, too.
   Both Mom and Sherry gave me a big, "Yes!" with the pumping fists, while
Don and George pretended to groan with disappointment.  Damn my family and
buddies are cool!
   We ended up having a very nice dinner.  By tacit consent, we avoided any
sexual innuendos even though our casual conversation kept feeding straight
lines to Bob and George, the pun-masters.
   The guys did the cleanup.  They put away everything, got the dishes
started in the dishwasher and in general were non-macho.
   ------
   ANA
   A fun evening so far; actually the first we'd had which was social
rather than a study party or something else serious.  Natalie did me proud
by turning the tables on the guys.  Damn but Bob's been good for her!  She
wouldn't have dreamed of doing *anything* so overt just several months ago.
   We settled in the living room and dragged out the television.  We
watched very little TV since most of it's pure crap.  I think *not*
watching TV had been a major factor in Natalie's having such good grades
and being so adult.
   Through casual chatter, neither Bob, George nor Shelly watched
television either -- occasionally they'd find something worthwhile on the
Discovery or History channel, but most of the time they had much better
things to do.
   ------
   BOB
   George popped in a DVD movie -- a cute romantic comedy without being too
much of a chick flick.  Even George got interested and he's usually pretty
hard to please.
   About an hour into it, Ana called a pause.  "Potty break.  Guys first."
   We guys dutifully did our duty.  I decided to kick back a little, so I
put on my loose cargo shorts and a tee shirt with no shoes or drawers.
   When I got back to the living room, the ladies had put out some snacks
and had turned down the lights to almost nothing.  I bet they had something
in mind, especially since they disappeared into their bedrooms and I picked
up Natalie and Sherry giggling together.
   I warned George and Don, "They're plotting something so we'd better
watch ourselves."
   I was right.  We heard someone clear their throat in the living room
doorway.  We turned and saw Ana with her hand up on the frame in a model's
pose -- one foot slightly ahead of the other with her weight on one leg.
   She walked -- actually glided -- in and started towards Don.  She'd let
her hair down completely and was wearing a long, silky dark-blue dressing
gown or robe.  While she might have been wearing something underneath it,
it wasn't much -- we could see her nipples popped up and the lines of her
hips flowed beautifully.
   She stopped in front of Don, bent over with her legs straight, put her
hands behind his head and gave him a long kiss.  The rest of us _felt_ its
intensity -- somewhere around level 4 on the Fujita scale.
   When she'd bent over, of course the front of her robe opened up for Don
to see everything available.  After she kissed him a couple seconds, she
took one of his hands and put it inside her robe.
   Now Don doesn't usually project a whole lot but this time George and I
got something like, _instant BONER!_ Shit, I would have gotten one too if
she'd done that to me -- Ana's a *really* foxy lady.
   Ana put her hand over Don's, turned around, sat down beside him and
snuggled up.  When Don would have taken his hand out of her robe, she
grabbed his wrist and held it there.
   Sherry cleared her throat in the doorway.  She slinked in with a full
model-walk which had *everything* swaying very nicely.  She wore a red robe
coming down to the middle of her thighs; it was open to show a red frilly
teddy beneath.  Her nipples were popped up too and I realized again how
really pretty and well-built she was.
   She pranced (is that what models do?) over to George, leaned over, gave
him a major lip-lock and guided one of his hands inside her robe.  Poor
George, I don't think he could decide what to do first, kiss her tonsils
out or tweak her nipples.  I'd say he finally discovered he could do both
at the same time, because we heard Sherry moan and saw her butt twitch. 
She turned around and sat beside him while keeping his hand in place too.
   I knew I wouldn't be the odd man out when I heard Natalie in the
doorway. When we looked, she was standing there looking at me with one leg
extended slightly.
   She'd put on her blue thigh-high stockings with three-inch heels.  She
wore a blue silk robe which flowed down over her beautiful chest, dipped in
with a tie at the waist and ended abruptly just below her crotch leaving
several inches of bare skin before her stockings started.  She'd let her
hair down in front; it ended just above the tips of her breasts,
emphasizing her hard nipples.
   She glided slowly towards me with her eyes locked on mine and glowed
with her best Natalie smile.  The heels made her bosom thrust out even more
than usual and her hips to sway gracefully and erotically side to side.
   She stopped in front of me and I whispered to her, "God you're so
beautiful, Sunshine.  You truly light up my life."
   She smiled.  "The Sorcerer's Apprentice attends the Master." She untied
the sash and spread her robe open; I could see her light-blue thin bra
through her hair.  Glancing down, I saw her matching blue panties which
just covered her stripe and led my eyes down towards her feminine
mysteries.
   She whispered, "Now it's my turn to greet my man." She took my left hand
and guided it over to her left breast then she bent over and kissed me so
hard I thought my head would burst.
   I kissed her back appropriately and added in a little tongue to flavor
the mix.  I stroked her lovely smooth breast a few times and lightly
tweaked her swollen nipple, making her twitch a few times.
   She held my hand against her and finally ended off the kiss.  "I know
I'm mooning everyone else.  They're seeing less than they did earlier in
the kitchen."
   I whispered back, "And it's now extremely erotic, not just fun."
   She grinned at me, turned and sat on my right, still holding my hand
inside her robe.  She arranged her robe so it was entirely open in front
and sat with her knees together and her legs pointed towards me.
   "Put your right arm around me," she commanded.  I did and she took the
hand, pulled it around as far as she could and put it over her right breast
while she snuggled in against me.
   "If you don't want people to see what you're doing to me, pull some of
my hair across.  If you don't mind or if you want them to see, we'll flip
it back."
   I breathed, "These four are our very special friends -- they deserve to
see true beauty." I carefully pulled her hair away and draped it behind
her.
   After I got my hands back where they belonged -- on top of those firm
mounds -- I lifted my head, looked out to the other four and took a few
deep, loud sniffs through my nose.
   "George, what's that wonderful smell?" I could smell the aroused-female
pheromones floating around and wondered if I could trick him again.
   Sherry immediately said, "Don't you say a word this time, buster," and
clapped her hand across his mouth.  George mumbled something against her
hand while the rest of us laughed.
   All six of us sat for a few minutes and lightly _shared_ our delight in
the aesthetic feel of our partners' bodies and our pleasure in the
simmering desires beneath.
   With little hint, George resumed the DVD so we could pretend to watch it
while we snogged with our "dates."
   Natalie whispered in my ear, "I put in a panty liner and hope I don't
soak it through.  I wouldn't mind showing my pussy to our friends, but I'd
probably stain my robe and the sofa seat."
   I whispered back, "That's fine -- there's time later to let it out into
the air.  Besides, we haven't had time recently just to neck like this."
   I pushed her head back gently with mine until it was leaning against the
back of the sofa.  "Relax and enjoy.  Let's _snuggle_ but keep it down low
-- let's make it last."
   "Yes," she whispered back as she _snuggled_ in with me, "but I want a
good tit-groping somewhere along the line."
   "Understood.  To hear you is to obey you, oh Mistress of My Heart," I
told her.  I wonder when I'd said that before.
   I nibbled lightly on her ear and kissed her lovely neck.  I tried to
flow out my admiration for her and my appreciation of the beauty which was
her skin, her hair, her smell; the texture of her skin and hair and how her
silken robe felt against my mouth as I kissed her shoulder through it
before I slid it off her shoulders.
   We _shared_ warm, slow kisses, with an occasional flicker of tongue to
tweak the arousal then let it die down slowly.
   I stroked her lovely firm breasts, hefting them and caressing them
slowly and lightly through her thin bra.  We felt each other relax and just
enjoy what we were doing with each other.
   She got her right hand going across my chest and arms both on top and
beneath my tee shirt, tweaking my nipples to make them hard and rigid like
hers.  We hooked our sensations together at our nipples so every time I'd
tweak her, I would _feel_ it -- she'd tweak mine and she _felt_ it.
   She stroked my legs with her left hand, running her fingers as high and
as low as she could.  Her movement was restricted due to the way we were
sitting, but we managed.
   I stroked my hands over everything I could reach but avoided her pussy;
we weren't there for that.  I stroked her back, her sides, her hair, her
face and her lovely legs -- and with every stroke, I _told_ her how lovely
and wonderful it was to be there with her, how beautiful *she* was and how
beautiful her body was.
   Despite our intentions to "keep it cool," the arousal current flowed
smoothly and deeply, and a few tiny orgasm bubbles popped into being and
flowed around.
   After about half an hour, Natalie leaned back a little and whispered,
"It's time for a serious tit-groping, Sorcerer.  Help me off with these."
   I helped her off with her robe and draped it across the back of the sofa
so she'd still have its smoothness to rest against rather than the rougher
fabric of the sofa.
   She arched her back and thrust her breasts out at me.  "Lose the bra."
   "Yes, Mistress." Well, she had spoken and I must obey, right?
   We ensured we were nicely _snuggled_ while I undid the clasp in the
valley of her breasts and gently stroked her hot bare skin, palming her
steel-hard nipples and rotating my hands slowly and gently.  She perspired
lightly and I felt her flush heating her face, neck and the upper slope of
her chest.
   I slowly eased her bra off her arms while lightly licking and sucking
those exquisite bits of hard proud flesh.  We laid her bra on the sofa for
later collection then she bounced her breasts at me.  "Go, Sorcerer.  Start
the enchantment."
   Oh, she was so deliciously sensuous!  She purred into my mouth while I
slowly stroked from her stomach up over each breast and admired her nipple
with my fingertips.  Our current roiled; those tiny bubbles got a little
larger and started towards the surface.
   We held it to a very slow buildup for about fifteen minutes then she
told me, "Reach over and turn up the light a little."
   I knew what she wanted to do, so I turned up the dimmer on the light
beside us until we were bathed in a warm glow -- her skin and eyes
glistened in the light.
   She started out quietly then ended up fairly loud, "Behold, our loving
friends -- behold the Sorcerer's Grip!"
   She arched her back to bring her breasts fully into the light, laid her
head against the back of the sofa, looked at me and told me softly, "You're
on, Sorcerer.  It's all your show from here."
   We lightly linked up with the others so they could _share_ our pleasure.
We couldn't see them in the darkness around us, but we _felt_ them watching
and enjoying what we were offering them.
   I kissed her neck lightly, raised my head, locked eyes with her, and
started.  We tried to _share_ with them the feeling of the arousal current,
the incipient orgasm bubbles longing to free themselves and the feel of my
fingers on her hot skin.
   Stroking my hand onto her breast, I squeezed it firmly to force the
blood into the already-distended nipple and made it ache with longing.  We
_shared_ with them my delight in her breast's perfect feel, its perfect
shape and perfect beauty while never touching the proud nipple.
   We heard both Ana and Sherry moan softly as their anticipation
increased. Natalie's breath got shorter and more ragged while she tried to
push her breast more into my hand.
   Chapter 17
   NATALIE (Saturday evening 12/3)
   So sweet!  After several strokes and squeezes, he started the Sorcerer's
Grip.  His fingertips firmly squeezed from all around the base of my boob
slowly towards toward my aching nipple.
   He tweaked it lightly -- a bubble strained towards the surface.  His
fingertips stroked again -- and were on my nipple a little harder and
longer -- the bubble strained to be free.
   We intensified our gaze, locked ourselves together and stroked again. 
This time, he squeezed the nipple firmly and vibrated his hand so the
energy wave spread through our bodies.
   The bubble rose to the surface then broke, and the warmth of our release
washed over all six of us.  Six voices moaned as one while the pleasure
swept through us.
   As the orgasm died down a little, Bob stroked my other breast, held the
nipple firmly and pulled it out while vibrating his hand.
   Another bubble burst and more warmth spread over us -- I felt my pussy
flood and leak out, so we _shared_ that with them too.
   Finally Bob used both hands on both my tits -- he squeezed both nipples
at once, stretched them away and held them out while pulsating the pressure
with his finger tips.
   I keened on every breath -- every wail got louder because bubble after
bubble formed and burst -- each one was hotter than the rest.  My body
shook and quivered -- I heard my shoes clatter against the floor as my legs
spasmed.  After each one, Bob stroked and squeezed again, and we made
another release flood our senses.
   Finally, we let it die off.  Our eyes had never looked away, and we
could see our love for each other our glances.  Bob reached back and turned
the light down.  We told our very special friends, _"Thank you for sharing
our love,"_ and eased down the link to them.
   Don and George abandoned any pretenses of just necking and tried to
drive their partners to an orgasm.  Bob and I heard Mom and Sherry shriek
as their releases rushed over them -- we linked in a little bit and
everyone _shared_ their happiness.
   In perfect timing, the movie credits started rolling.  No one had
bothered watching the last hour, of course, so George just turned it off
and ejected the DVD.
   We turned up the lights just a bit so we could see to get around; I just
turned our light up all the way so everyone could see me while I gathered
up my robe and my bra.
   I stood facing them in my heels, thigh-highs and panties.  I pushed my
well-loved boobs at them, spread my legs a bit to show them my soaked panty
crotch and told them proudly, "*That's* my Sorcerer!  He does me proud!"
   They applauded us quietly but with wide smiles.  Mom and Sherry shared
their (*very* nice) bare breasts with the men; from the looks of their hard
nipples, they were well-loved too and proud of it.
   We girls hugged and briefly shared the heat of our boobs with one
another while the guys touched hands and shoulders and just grinned at each
other.
   Mom told us, "Quick breakfast around eight, if you're still alive -- if
you're not, let someone know so we can drag the body outside before it
starts smelling too badly."
   We turned off the living room lights and each couple walked to their own
bedrooms, possibly for more adventures.  I know I had more in mind.
   When we closed our door, Bob hugged me closely.  "You were fantastic,
Sunshine!  You were gorgeous, tasteful, passionate and lustful all at once.
I don't know how you do it but keep on amazing me forever.  I love you to
pieces."
   ------
   BOB
   My sweetheart's such a wonderful lady!  She's smart, beautiful and
modest in public and an uninhibited sex goddess in private -- and we
considered the Matthews with George and Sherry to be family and friends,
not "public."
   After we closed our door, I wasn't at all surprised when she laid a kiss
on me that would give a Buddha statue an erection.  She nibbled on my ear
and whispered, "Bob, I'm just getting warmed up.  I sure hope you're up to
some more adventures tonight."
   "Sunshine, if you consider *that* 'warm', I'm going to have to find some
heat-insulated underwear for when you get 'hot.' If you want to find out if
I'm up to it, just let your arm dangle for a few seconds and see what you
find."
   She latched onto my cock in an instant.  "Seems to be doing okay," she
grinned.
   "It will be 'okay' all over you in a minute if you're not careful.  I've
been on the edge for the last two hours," I told her.  "Let's do a quick
cleanup, de-moss the teeth and see what happens.
   "By the way, would you put your bra and robe back on?  I'm finding out I
*really* like taking things off your gorgeous body and discovering your
naughty bits as I do -- and please don't wash too much; you have a
wonderful smell and flavor."
   We found out she could bounce her breasts very nicely, thank you, even
when she was wearing a bra.  It made sense, since a bra supports them from
going *down* and Natalie was bouncing them *up.* I leered appreciatively at
her white freckled curves and hard nipples while we did our little wash-up
and brushed our teeth.
   I got some extra towels for the bedside and ensured we had several water
bottles available.  We'll probably have to do laundry tomorrow since we
were going through towels so fast.
   We looked at the bed for a moment -- it was in quite a mess with the
sheets pulled every which way and a few pretty obvious spots scattered
around.  I made a little show of sniffing a few of the spots deeply then
stared hard at her panty-clad pussy and said, "Ah!  Love Potion Number
Nine!"
   She spread her legs a bit and gave me a little bump-and-grind.  "I've
heard several girls say they really have a problem getting wet enough.  I
seem to have the opposite problem."
   "Well, Hon, I wouldn't call that a problem.  We can find a way to take
care of it if needed." I gave her a few sucking noises with my mouth (and
sent her a little _hint_) -- she quivered a little bit, gave me a big smile
and bounced her breasts at me again.
   She suggested, "Let's just straighten the bed up a bit for tonight.  We
can change the sheets about breakfast time and maybe start a laundry load.
Then we'll have clean sheets to screw our brains out on tomorrow."
   We worked the sheets around together.  I got close enough a couple times
to stroke her butt through her robe and panties.  It was very erotic -- the
texture was different and the fragile cloth barriers gave a touch of erotic
spice and mystery to the sensations.
   We _snuggled_ a bit at a time.  After the last pull and tuck to the
sheets, I eased up behind her, put my arms around her and pulled her back
gently against me while I wiggled my hard cock up against her butt crack.
   She sighed and leaned back against me, tipping her head back onto my
shoulder.  In her heels, she was even a bit taller than I was in my socks,
so we had a wonderful fit.
   I nuzzled her stretched-back throat, opened my mouth wide and very
lightly pretended to bite it.  She moaned a little, twisted her head and
kissed my cheek.
   "I trust you, Bob.  I trust you totally.  I feel we could be in the
middle of the wildest orgasm we ever will have and I trust you to do that
to me without any worry.  I feel safe; not owned or possessed but cherished
and protected.  I know I'm strong and independent, but it's a wonderful
feeling to trust the man I love so much.
   "I showed Sherry this afternoon I didn't have a mark or bruise anywhere
after we'd been making love for *hours*.  She's not scared of you at all
any more, Bob.  I think that's one reason she was so willing to wear her
sexy stuff tonight and show off to us.  Do you think she's sexy?"
   I turned her around and gave her my best lovey kiss (and _kiss_). 
"Fishing for compliments, eh?"
   "Well..."
   "Natalie, your mom's incredibly sexy.  She's got Don willingly wrapped
up in her, she's got a wonderful personality, and she's got a beautiful
body; you can look forward to yours looking that magnificent even after
many years.
   "Sherry's lovely too, especially with her darker coloring.  I think
she's probably a bit of an exhibitionist like you.
   "But you, Sunshine, make me cry inside with happiness at seeing your
beauty.  Your perfect butt..." -- I stroked or kissed each part as I said
it -- "your totally sexy back...  your luxurious hair...  the shape and
feel of your ears...  each little freckle on your beautiful nose...  your
deep glacier-blue eyes I could fall into forever...  and last but not
least, your amazingly sexy smile with your lovely mouth.  You, Sunshine,
are the sexiest one of all and even thinking of you starts my river
running."
   All true and from the way she tried to taste-test my tonsils, she didn't
mind me telling her.
   I moaned into her mouth and we ran our hands slowly over every part of
each other's body we could reach -- which was a lot -- until our current
was simmering very nicely with several orgasm bubbles swimming around.
   I slowly eased the robe from her shoulders while kissing her neck and
shoulders as they became exposed.  I quivered a little every time I touched
her, and I felt (and _felt_) her body twitch.
   I gently tossed her robe aside and kissed down her neck and chest, all
the time stroking her legs, back and arms.  She locked her fingers into my
hair, and I _felt_ her pussy flutter every few seconds.
   The current roiled and more bubbles popped into being.
   I ran my tongue down her breasts to the edge of her bra then around the
tops of the cups, dampening both her lovely smooth skin and the fabric at
the same time.
   I ran my mouth lightly over both her cups then finally settled over one
hard nipple which was trying to tear its way through the fabric.  I sucked
it gently then harder and harder, trying to pull it though the cloth.
   Natalie jumped then shrieked as several bubbles burst and washed over
us. I switched to the other nipple and tried to pull it through the fabric
while caressing the breast I'd left so abruptly so it wouldn't feel lonely.
   We quivered and moaned while bubbles slowly washed over us.  I unhooked
her bra to free her breasts from confinement.
   Natalie threw her head (and her wonderful hair) back, arched her back
and thrust her breasts out for more attention -- which I willing supplied
as I lightly stroked and squeezed them up towards her nipples until they
were so hard we _felt_ them ache.
   I lightly kissed each hard tip and eased her backwards so she sat on the
edge of the bed.  "Put a pillow behind you and lean back," I suggested. 
She grabbed a pillow and lay back against it while I arranged her butt so
it was just on the bed.  We stretched her legs out so the high heels of her
shoes were supporting them and spread them lightly so we could _see_ her
labia throbbing through her panties' soaked gusset.
   She kept her head up so she could watch.  I picked up her right leg,
very slowly removed her shoe and caressed her foot through her blue
thigh-highs.  I rubbed it against my cheek and slowly ran my hands up her
leg to the top of her stockings, squeezing and caressing her firm muscles
as I went -- pausing for a few strokes behind her knee.
   I took the top of her stocking and peeled it off inside out.  As I drew
it down, I kissed each inch of silky-smooth white skin as it was exposed.
When I finally drew it off her foot, I kissed each toe lovingly -- and
sucked hard enough on her little one so another bubble burst free and
washed it's warmth over us so we sighed with pleasure.
   I lightly pressed her sexual reflexology point, and we felt her stomach
muscles quake and her pussy flutter again as another bubble almost burst
free.
   We did the same thing to her left leg, only as I was pulling her
stocking down, I'd randomly vary how far I'd pull it down each time -- a
very slow quarter-inch then maybe a sudden two inches, trying to make each
one a titillating surprise.  I stripped it off all at once when it reached
her ankle.
   I grasped her ankle and foot firmly and licked hard and fast several
times across the sole of her foot -- which made her toes curl and her body
jump again.
   I took as many of her toes as I could in my mouth and lightly bit them
while I squeezed her reflexology point firmly.  We wailed a little as a
small bubble burst over us making our bodies shake and her pussy flutter
faster.
   I stripped off my tee shirt, tossed it aside and stroked upwards on the
inside of her tender legs with my slightly-scratchy beard with just the
right amount of pressure to make it feel sensual rather than unpleasant.
   I put her legs under my arms and stroked her inner thighs several times
with my beard while caressing the inside of both her knees with my hands. A
light kiss in the tenderest spots of her inner thigh brought us several
quivers, moans and pussy flutters -- and almost another orgasm.
   I locked my eyes onto hers and slowly ran my hands up the outside of her
delightful thighs towards her hips and stopped with my fingertips on the
waistband of her panties.
   We heard a shriek through the bathroom doors -- we _sensed_ George and
Sherry happily _projecting_ their emotions and sensations to us as he
slowly stroked deeply in and out.
   Natalie's eyes got bigger and bigger while a large bubble rose to the
surface and burst.  We wailed out our happiness as the orgasm washed over
us.  Natalie's entire body tensed and shook as her pussy fluttered,
contracted and relaxed several times.  We _shared_ their joy and fed our
happiness back to them.  The four of us wailed and shrieked as we released
our tensions.
   We finally eased down the volume on our link, and I hooked my fingers
into her waistband.  I stopped and raised my eyebrows in question.  Natalie
nodded eagerly and lifted her butt off the bed far enough so I could slip
the back of her panties down.
   I pulled the front down very slowly and nuzzled, kissed and licked every
bit of her soft racing stripe as it came into view.
   As I pulled her panties down, inside-out, we could _see_ her clit
already standing free and proud above the pink swell of its hood.  As I
drew her panties down further, a couple long strands of her slightly-thick
fluid grew as they stretched between her labia and the crotch of her
panties.  I ensured she could _see_ them and could _feel_ how totally
sensual it was to me.
   We were breathing so rapidly and deeply by now, I stopped pulling her
panties down and let our breathing slow down so we wouldn't hyperventilate.
   When our breathing was at least somewhat under control, I tilted my
head, stuck out my tongue and slowly drew those strands into my mouth. 
They tasted and smelled like ambrosia, and I moaned out my approval to my
sweetheart.
   I locked my eyes back onto hers and stripped her panties off the rest of
the way.  I held the crotch to my nose and drew it's odor deeply into me
through my nose -- then stuffed the crotch into my mouth and sucked as much
of her wonderful love potion out of it as I could while _telling_ her how
good it was because it was from *her*.  Her belly quaked and her pussy
fluttered in response.
   I grabbed a towel; with only a few glances downward, put it under her
butt over the edge of the bed and pulled her hips forward so her beautiful
rosette and proud pink pussy were well over the edge.
   With a final look into my Sunshine's eyes, I told her, "Prepare to be
admired." I lightly _linked_ into George, Sherry, Ana and Don as they were
working towards their second orgasms, looked at Natalie's proud clit and
dove into her wonderfully-wet and musky pudendum.
   I wanted this to be hard and fast for a while so we could join the
others in their releases.  I licked as hard and as fast as I could across
her rosette (with an extra dig right in the middle) across the flat spot by
her outer labia, across her clit hood and up to her racing stripe.
   She shrieked as several bubbles burst over us and shrieked again as I
licked from her rosette across the other side of her pussy up to her
stripe. I licked again, this time right up the middle, gathering fluid as I
went and spitting it out onto her clit.
   I spread her pussy apart, gathered one side of her delicate inner lips
far into my mouth and sucked on them hard, almost to the pain point but not
quite.  I did the same on the other side, and Natalie (and now Sherry and
Ana) shrieked even louder as another bubble burst over us.
   I spread her labia as far apart as I could and drilled for oil in her
glory hole while sucking out as much of her love potion as I could -- they
shrieked again as several more bubbles spread their warmth over us. 
Natalie's hips were bucking up and down so much I was losing contact, so I
pressed my hands down on her hips just enough so I could control where my
mouth was going but still give her enough freedom to move.
   I swirled my tongue around her clit, touching it only fleetingly but
keeping her hood constantly massaging it.
   I lubed up my middle finger in her copious flow and slowly pushed it
into her flooded fluttering vagina while rotating it back and forth.
   I sucked her clit into my mouth, stretched it and let it snap back as I
slowly buried my finger in her burning-hot pussy.  Natalie, Sherry and Ana
all screamed and an orgasm washed over us continuously; I intensified my
suction on her clit, sucked it in hard and worked my tongue on it firmly
while I stroked my finger in and out, thrusting through her clenching
muscles.
   It felt as if she were squeezing my finger in a vise.  All the dancing
exercises and practice had made her *very* strong, and it was almost all I
could do to make my finger move in and out.
   George came and screamed; Sherry came and screamed, Don came and
screamed; Ana came and screamed; Natalie came and screamed, and I came in
my shorts and screamed onto Natalie's clit which vibrated it even more and
made her scream louder.
   Natalie's heels pounded on my back.  She'd trapped my arms and head
between her dance-hardened thighs while I did my best to drive her out of
her mind.  I think it worked, because she convulsed, thrashed and kept
sitting up and crashing back onto the bed.
   After the third major contraction, I managed to retrieve my finger from
her clenched tunnel.  I lubed my thumb up, ensured Ana and Sherry were
well-_linked_ in to Natalie's sensations, drove my soaked finger through
Natalie's rosette, pushed my thumb into her vagina, clenched them together
a little and shook her pelvis.
   Even with Natalie's thighs clamped across my ears I could hear them
scream louder.  Natalie convulsed so hard and fast I had to break my other
hand loose from between her thighs and hold her down enough so she wouldn't
thrash off the bed.
   All three ladies drove through a couple more major contractions.  I
eased pressure off Natalie's clit, unclenched my hand in her butt and
vagina, eased the digits out and licked her pudendum slowly and lightly to
bring them down.
   We lightened up the links until we were barely in touch with one another
(which helped lessen the feedback), and I kept licking Natalie and
caressing whatever I could reach as she came down off the mountain.
   She was still wailing and shaking, but I managed to escape from her
legs, get around to the other side of the bed and pull her into the middle.
   I dashed into the bathroom, warmed up a wet washcloth, cleaned myself
off a bit, turned off most of the lights and scampered back into bed with
my love.
   She was still twisting and turning, having minor releases wash over her
but she was coming out of it.  God she looked beautiful with her hair all
over, perspiration covering her breasts and a deep flush slowly fading.
   I wiped off her face with the warm washcloth, did a quick wipe of her
arms, chest and stomach then very gently cleaned up the love potion soaking
her crotch and beautiful butt.
   I dried her off with a towel then nuzzled and kissed her face and neck
to let her know I was still with her.
   I _felt_ Sherry and Ana faintly.  They were more experienced than
Natalie, so they seemed to be recovering faster.  Sherry was almost
coherent when I _told_ her (on a very tight, private line), _"Now *that* is
group sex."_
   _"*You* are a shit.  We'll get you next time."_
   I replied, _"Don't be too sure of that.  You have yet to experience the
Sorcerer's Wand..."_
   _"You shit!"_
   _"And, if you don't behave...  Buwahhahahaha!  The Rod of
Chastisement!"_
   Sherry must have been leaking her attention a little bit, because we
heard Ana tell us while she laughed, _"OOO!  Chastise *me*!  Chastise!"_
   I told them both, _"You're both perverts, right?  You surf the Internet
looking for ways to pervert me, too."_
   Ana told us, _"Natalie's not perverted...  yet.  By the time we're done
teaching her though, Bob will be a pile of pulsating protoplasm."_
   Natalie managed to hook in now, _"Yes!  Teach me!  Teach me!"_
   _"Argh!  You're all conspiring against us males."_
   _"That's what you're here for, right?"_ from all of them.
   Ana told me, _"Remember, I've got first dibs..."_
   Sherry said, _"Bob, while you and I don't have the relationship you and
Natalie have, we are *definitely* getting together sometime for some very
friendly nookie."_
   Natalie said, _"And I get to watch!"_
   I snorted, _"All right, people, you four are the experienced
professionals here; Nat and I are rank amateurs with ten hours total -- and
it's only been today.  We need to get *our* relationship and sexual
experience in order before we even consider branching out."_
   Natalie added, _"Please, guys, tease all you want, but don't get too
serious.  At 7:00 just this morning, Bob and I were scared shitless because
we couldn't handle the sensations we were causing -- we've gotten better
and better but it's still *way* to early for us._
   _"This evening was wonderful...  It was the right gradient for us... 
Bob and I trust each other with our hearts and souls.  We love and trust
you all but we want as few risks as possible; we're both still a bit... 
delicate right now."_
   Nat and I _felt_ a wave of admiration and warmth fall over us from the
others.  _"We'll be nice...  sometimes."_
   Sherry managed to put in, _"Everyone, I think they will make love like
they danced last night...  totally unexpected but totally professional. 
They'll be *good*."_
   ------
   NATALIE
   Damn Bob is good.  Every time he touches me, we go off like cannons --
screw those little firecrackers!
   I snuggled up to him as close as I could and bit his ear lightly -- then
sniffed a little.
   I told him, "Bet you've got pussy juice all over your face."
   "No bet -- I haven't had a chance to wash it off."
   "Then don't." I washed his face with my tongue.  I nibbled his nose and
mouth a bit along the way but mainly I licked.  Interesting taste off his
skin; I knew how it tasted to him and it was pretty much the same for me --
I liked it!
   After I gave him a final kiss and ass-squeeze, I murmured, "If, by
chance, you wake up in the middle of the night, would you molest a poor
innocent sleeping girl?"
   "Where would I find a girl with all those qualities?  I might find a
sleeping girl in this bed but not a 'poor' or 'innocent' one."
   "I'm not so innocent any more since you've corrupted and spoiled me with
those Sorcerer's hands and mouth."
   "Guilty as charged -- and I'll do my best to keep on doing it."
   "You'd better!" I tried to see if my tongue could reach his vocal cords;
it didn't, but we had a lot of fun trying.
   I told him, "In the morning, no shower right away; just pee and poo.  I
want to find out what we smell and feel like when and if we're a bit ripe."
   "Hon, you could fall into a cesspool and I'd think you smell like a
rose. And if you keep fishing for compliments too much, I'll have to get
out my Rod of Chastisement!"
   "Please..."
   "Wench, settle yourself down while I sheath the Sorcerer's Wand in your
butt crack and latch onto one of those lovely advertisements of feminine
pulchritude you carry around on your chest."
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   BOB
   She settled down, I sheathed and latched, and we drifted off to sleep.
   I woke up about 3:00.  Yes, I did molest her -- very slowly.
   I slowly stroked her breasts and nipples until they were firm and hard.
I raised her upper leg enough to get my knee between her legs then was able
to reach in front of her and lightly stroke her pussy (which was drooling
on my hand) and slowly tease her clit -- not fast, not much pressure, but I
persisted with it while stroking her nipples until we had a light orgasm
wash over us while she slept.
   Chapter 18
   NATALIE (Sunday 12/4)
   I woke up when the light first started coming in the window.  I felt
good!  Wonderful dream -- or was it a dream?  After all, I'd invited Bob to
molest me, and my pussy was really wet.
   I got up and did my pee and poo.  Despite what I'd told Bob about no
shower, I washed my spare hole really well.  I figured (and hoped) it would
get lots of attention today along with other parts.
   Bob came gliding in sporting an enormous boner.  He kept trying to tell
me he had to pee, but I was sure he was more interested in *me*.  I tried
to get something going by rubbing my (already-hard) nipples over him and
rubbing my pussy juice on his butt, his hips, his legs...  anywhere I could
rub it.
   He finally growled, tossed me over his shoulder and carried me over to
the bed, swatting my ass lightly at every step.  Ooh, fun, even if it stung
a little.  I tried to show him I liked it by squealing, shaking my ass,
grabbing at his butt and dribbling pussy juice over his chest.
   He dumped me on the bed and prowled back off to the bathroom looking
like the lion king gliding along with all those gorgeous muscles rippling
and his cute butt twitching.
   I gave him a big _kiss_ right at the top of his butt crack, just like
he'd gotten me yesterday morning.  I knew he felt it but didn't break his
stride.  I heard him mutter something like,"...  Rod of Chastisement..." as
he shut and locked the door.
   I bounced back out of bed and picked up the clothes and towels we'd
dropped last night.  I felt rested, horny and feisty!  As I picked up my
blue robe, I got a really nasty idea.
   I looked at myself in the mirror and asked, "Would I do that to him?" I
saw myself nodding vigorously, so I said to myself, "Self, DO IT!"
   So I put on the robe, tied it snugly so as little as possible showed and
hid in the closet.  I left the door open a bit so I could watch.
   I heard a liquid stream hitting the toilet-bowl water, so maybe Bob
hadn't joked about needing to pee.  Well, maybe next time.
   He glided out of the bathroom, looked around, shrugged and lay down on
the bed.  He closed his eyes and appeared to doze.  Well, time for a
change!
   I eased open the closet door and slowly shuffled my feet towards him,
making some noise so he'd know I was there without being startled.  *That*
I didn't want -- we hadn't put a bruise or mark anywhere on me.
   I cleared my throat, put on my best shy look, locked my hands behind me
and swung my shoulders back and forth like a shy little girl.  Of course,
it pushed my tits out -- with my eyes cast down I could see my nipples
getting harder every second.
   I twisted my foot around my toe, looked up at him from under my batting
eyelashes and said in my best little-girl voice, "Unka Robert?  I'm lonely.
Can I climb on the bed with you?"
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   BOB
   Uh, oh!  The tone of voice and the way she was acting started the alarm
bells!  I knew immediately she was up to something; she was probably
planning on working me over pretty good.
   Well, let's see where it goes.  In my best uncle voice, I told her,
"Shore, Pumpkin.  Climb right on up here."
   She gave me a giggle and a grin, jumped up on the bed and bounced like
it was a trampoline; my eyes bounced as I watched the hem of her robe fly
up and down.  Somehow the only flash I got was when she had her back to me
-- and just the sight of her sweet butt got Little Bob real interested.
   She finally turned, got down and straddled my legs then crawled up.  She
rubbed her robe with those hard nipples underneath onto every inch (it
seemed) of skin on top of me and slid her hot wet pussy over my leg really
slowly.
   She didn't look at Little Bob who was standing at full attention
saluting her efforts but she managed to give him a full sliding massage
with one breast as she slid up and sat on my lower chest.
   "Am I too heavy for you, Unka Robert?  I don't wanna hurtcha."
   She was well up on my short ribs, so at least I could breath.  "Yer
fine, Pumpkin."
   She grinned at me.  "Thanks, Unka Robert, for letting me stay with you
while Mommy and Daddy are on vacation.  I *know* we'll have *lots* of fun
this week."
   "Well, ah'm shore we will.  I don't hafta baby-sit ya since ya've grown
up to be such a nice young lady."
   She little-girl giggled at me.  She said proudly, "I'm almost *eleven*.
And I'm growing *boobies!*"
   Jaysus!  No matter what I said or did from now on, she'd make me out a
pedophile.  Fuck!  Well, I might as well be the best pedophile I could be.
   "Oh, goodness, Missy Lillian, it can't be!  Thuh last time I saw ya, yer
swimmin' suit kept fallin' down 'cause there weren't enough ta hold it up."
   "Wanna see?" Without waiting she peeled her robe open and shoved her
firm breasts right in front of my eyes.
   "I can wear an AA training bra now.  And they're getting bigger every
month!  Pretty soon they'll be as big as Auntie Natalie's then like Mommy's
and maybe someday they'll be as nice as Gramma Ana's."
   Hell, right now, her nipples alone would probably more than fill an AA
bra.
   "Oh and what does yer daddy say about 'em?" I figured I'd try to slip
something back but she outfoxed me.
   "He *likes* 'em!  And he's given me several things to do to make them
grow faster!  He told me to massage 'em real good every day and have
someone suck on 'em a lot to make the blood move faster.  He's showed me
several times and I think it works."
   "Dontcha think yer a little young to be doing that, Missy Lillian?"
   "I don't think so.  Daddy keeps telling me, 'If you're old enough to
pee, you're old enough for me,' and I *do* pee.  You know, Unka Robert,
you've changed lots of my diapers."
   All the time she was bouncing her 'AAs' up and down.  The nipples were
making circles in the air and my eyes were getting tired following them.
   "Yer definitely turnin' into a sweet young thang, Pumpkin."
   "Oh, yeh!  Daddy seems to think so too.  He calls me his Gumdrop because
he says I taste so sweet when he eats me." With a straight face, too.
   "Wall, they do look a little bit like gum drops..." I lifted my head up
and she leaned forward to present a proud nipple to my mouth.  I sucked it
in, laved it with my tongue and stroked the firm mound with my hand while
the nipple got stiffer and higher.
   I worshiped the other one, too, so it wouldn't feel lonely.  "Ya know,
Pumpkin, yer daddy's purty smart.  Suckin' on 'em does make 'em grow.  And
they taste sweet as a gumdrop."
   I snuck my hand up, pulled loose the sash around her waist and eased the
bottom part of her robe apart.  Her soft racing stripe seemed to beg for
attention, and I could see the head of her clitoris peeping out.
   "I see yer've grown a little bitta grass on the playground, Pumpkin."
   "Oh that's fun, too.  Daddy's teaching me how to wash it right.  He
counts the hairs at least a couple times a week, too.  Unka Robert, how can
he see to count 'em?  I don't think he can see with the end of his tongue."
   Shit!  Little Bob damn near threw up all over her back.
   I just kept my mouth shut for a few moments and gave her an uncle leer.
I put my hands on the hem of her robe and stroked her with the fabric.  It
still felt as nice as it did last night.
   She kept her little-girl grin up but sighed a few times and breathed
faster.  I worked my hands around onto her firm butt and squeezed it
several times while giving her magnificent nipples a few more light licks.
I worked a finger under the hem and poked her pucker lightly.
   She jump a little, wiggled her butt and told me (in her squeaky little
voice), "Ooo, my poo hole!  You've seen it!  Daddy's taught me to wash it
real well...  outside and inside."
   "And how do ya wash thuh inside, Missy Lillian?  With a washcloth?"
   "No, silly!  I use my soapy finger...  and sometimes the handle of my
hairbrush.  It makes it feel so nice and clean!  Daddy inspects it every
couple days; he says I'm still a little girl and need checking up on.  He's
been gone a couple days now...  would *you* inspect it please, Unka
Robert?"
   She jumped up, turned around so she was facing my feet and plopped her
butt down on my chest.  She leaned forward, rubbed her nipples around on my
stomach a few times, kissed Little Bob lightly and laid her head down on my
stomach.  She reached both hands around, spread her butt cheeks apart and
pushed her pucker right in my face.
   "Please..."
   This was a gift horse I *really* wanted to look in the eye.  "Well,
ah'll do my best to fill in for yer Daddy while he's gone."
   I felt a few splashes of her love potion fall on my throat; I leaned up
and stuck my nose right on her pucker.  I put my hands over hers and took a
deep loud sniff.
   "Smells like ya did a great job, Pumpkin.  Let's check it out a little
bit more."
   We _snuggled_ and turned the volume up a little.  We were still playing
little girl and uncle, but our arousal current was in full roil by now,
with some of those lovely orgasm bubbles going with the flow.
   I got a tongue-full of saliva -- "Push it out, Pumpkin" -- licked her
proud poo hole several times then drilled for oil while putting lots of
vacuum on it.
   A couple bubbles wash over us and we moaned.  I still had my mouth on
her pucker, so the vibration caused another bubble to warm us.
   Missy Lillian moaned, twisted her head around and gave Little Bob a few
more good licks.  She still had her hands spreading her cheeks apart.
   "Ah'd say ya did right well, Pumpkin."
   "You need to check the inside, too, Unka Robert."
   I'd collected a little puddle of love potion on my neck, and her sweet
hole was weeping out more.  I lubed up a finger and slowly pressed it into
her vagina, twisting it as I eased it in.
   We moaned loudly as several bubbles washed their orgasmic warmth over
us. Her hips shook but she managed to maintain her position.
   I stroked the finger in and out several times -- making another bubble
burst and her pussy flutter several times around my finger.  She squeaked
out, "Silly Unka Robert, you've got the wrong hole!"
   "Patience, Pumpkin.  Surrogate Daddy knows best.  Just keep holding the
inspection position."
   I rescued my finger from the clutches of her man-trap and transferred
pussy juice onto her pucker.  While I was doing that, I lubed up a finger
on the other hand and worked it into her channel -- it started another
series of mild orgasms and pussy flutters.
   I finally held my finger still inside her and patted her very-wet pucker
with the other finger.  I told her, "Push." It popped right up.
   I pulled the finger in her vagina out to the very end, put the other
finger in the middle of her pucker and slowly drove both of them in at the
same time, twisting all the way.
   Now *there*'s some action!  We promptly had a large orgasm wash over us
-- her pussy and pucker both fluttered and clenched in tandem.  I kept
stroking in and out with both fingers going in the same direction for
several strokes then started them going in opposite directions.
   She got out some very loud moans and several shrieks while her body
shook and both her lower orifices fluttered, clamped, released and
threatened to shut off the blood supply in my fingers several times.
   I slowed down the strokes and eased both fingers out all the way -- both
came out with a distinct popping sound.  She'd managed to keep both hands
on her butt the whole time, keeping those sweet globes spread.
   I gave a final kiss to her pucker and told her, "Well, Missy Lillian,
thuh inside passes inspection, too."
   I eased her hands off her butt -- she got them along side me so her arms
could take part of her weight off her chest and neck.
   "Oh thank you, Unka Robert.  Daddy said if I passed inspection every
time for a month, he'd help me wash it out with his man-thing.  This is the
last week -- since he's not here, would *you* do it?"
   Fuck!  Little Bob spit up a little right on her face.  I felt her grin;
she licked off what she could and gave Little Bob another lick and kiss.
   "Of course, Missy Lillian, ah'd be glad to assist in maintainin' yer
hygiene." I had this feeling Little Bob was going to be doing some
spelunking sometime.
   "Daddy said my cunny had to get real wet so it would wash out the inside
of my hole.  Do you think it's wet enough?"
   "Sweetie, from the look and feel of it, it's washed enough to last a
couple days."
   "Oh, goody!  Daddy said it was wet enough if my little clitty was
standing up.  Is it?"
   It definitely was.  "Shore, Pumpkin.  It's standin' tall and proud.  In
fact, it's wavin' at us."
   "Daddy had to inspect *it*, too, to make sure it was clean.  He said if
it passed inspection ten times, he'd put his man-thing in my cunny hole and
make sure *it* was really clean."
   "Well, ah shore don't like to shirk my duties.  Ease yer sweet cunny up
here a little bit, Pumpkin."
   I got my hands on her hips to help her get into position so her
nicely-drooling pussy was right over my mouth then pulled her down so I
could reach it.
   _"Please take it a little easy, Bob.  Just something nice, not
overwhelming.  Yet..."_
   _"I'll give it my best shot, Sunshine."_
   With her almost-overwhelming fragrance and her sweet juices running down
over me, I licked everything I could reach -- both sets of lips, her glory
hole and around her clit.  I flicked it with the tip of my tongue a few
times until the current and the bubbles felt just right for us.
   I took a deep breath, a firm hold on her hips, buried my nose in her
channel, put my mouth over her entire clitoral hood and put a light suction
on it while slowly fluttering my tongue tip over her eager clit.
   Nice, big orgasm!  It washed over us hotly -- Missy Lillian got a big
scream out before she tightened up, pushed herself hard on my face and
vibrated.  Her pussy tried to pinch my nose off; it clenched down hard, and
she pushed her hips down so hard only my hands on them kept my whole head
from going inside.
   I eased off her clit a little bit and tried to stay alive long enough to
breath.
   As soon as she got a breath in she let out a shriek which gradually
wound down into some heavy moans as several more lighter bubbles shared
their energy with us.
   I pushed her hips up enough so I could get a few breaths then started a
clean-up of the area.  I got in a few good licks and some sucks here and
there which triggered off a few nice warm releases and pussy flutters.
   Missy Lillian sighed, pulled her hips forward off my face and collapsed
over me with her chin underneath my balls -- and Little Bob along her
throat.
   We _felt_ George and Sherry in the den celebrating the morning.  We
grinned at each other -- isn't it nice to wake up together?
   I felt her grin.  She hummed the Star Spangled Banner as loudly as she
could -- which got Little Bob *very* interested.
   She finally relented, flipped her leg over me and lay on her back to
catch her breath.  Her proud nipples made lovely circles in the air as they
moved with her breathing.
   "Thank you, Unka Robert.  I'll tell Daddy what a good job you did.  Did
I pass inspection?"
   "Missy Lillian, if ah know yer daddy, he'll probably re-do 'em just to
make shore ah didn't slip up.  However, in my opinion, this one's a pass,
too."
   "Oh goody, goody!  That was inspection number ten!"
   ------
   NATALIE
   Well, hot dayum!  Being a little girl was fun -- I felt Bob react every
time I pulled an "innocence" thing on him.  I didn't know any
almost-eleven-year-olds, but maybe I could ask around; besides, it gave me
some more ammo to tease him with.
   I told him, "Okay.  Stretch, pee and water."
   I managed to wobble into the bathroom and plop down on the john.  My
legs weren't quite as weak as they'd been other times but I was still
feeling a few aftershocks.
   I let loose a flood in the bowl, but my pussy kept fluttering around so
much it kept cutting off the stream.  Hell, I could tolerate a lot of
urinary interruptus for what I'd gone through.
   I washed my pee-hole but nothing else -- I wanted lots of wet for what
I'd planned next.
   When I came out after flushing, I saw Bob stretching and shaking out. 
God, he looked delicious!  He was like steel bending under pressure.
   I noticed his cock had relaxed a little -- good, he'd get to pee, too.
Then he glanced at me and it started straightening right back up!
   "Don't you look at me if you can't keep your Sorcerer's Wand under
control." I wrapped my robe tightly around me and pretended to make a wide
circle around him.
   "Don't you give me any lip, little girl.  Remember, the Rod of
Chastisement awaits all those who cross my will.  BUWAHAHAHA!"
   I gave him a couple pretend-shrieks of fear, jumped on the bed and
pulled the sheet over my head -- then stuck my head out enough to leer at
his cock and lick my lips.
   He rolled his eyes, groaned a little then glided off into the bathroom.
Damn he looked good.
   I threw off the sheet and got several swigs of water while I finished
gathering up our clothes.  I tossed them in a pile for the laundry,
straightened out the bed sheets a little, sat on my knees on the bed,
arranged my robe so it barely covered my nipples and waited for my
sweetheart to return.
   His cock, I saw, had managed to relax.  However, he looked at me and at
every step (glide) he took, it perked up more.  By the time Bob got to the
bed, it was in orbital launch position.
   I shuffled forward and cupped his balls lightly.  "Doesn't it hurt,
going up and down so much for so long without coming?"
   Bob just grinned and shrugged a little.  "No big deal.  It's a nice,
anticipatory ache.  If it gets too much, it'll let go itself -- it's
happened several times.  It's got its own safety valve; nothing's going to
break.  Little Bob is just waiting to give you pleasure -- it's his mission
in life for quite some time to come.  Pun intended."
   So sweet!  Then again, Big Bob is so sweet, too!
   "How about you 'Bob'-sy Twins climb in here and we'll see what we can do
about getting him some relief."
   I grabbed his hand and yanked him into bed.  I got him on his back with
his head nicely supported by a pillow, draped my hair over him then kissed
him and licked him everywhere I could.
   I did a major kiss-job on his head and shoulders, ran down his steel
chest and paused at his nipples.  I wiggled my eyebrows at him then sucked
one in as hard as I could and did my own wash job on it with my tongue.
   Wow, it popped up just like mine do!  Not quite so big but hard!  Bob
squirmed and moaned, but I gave him no mercy -- I sucked up his other
nipple while I tweaked and pulled the first one.
   I finally relented and kissed down across his washboard stomach towards
his navel.  I gave it a thorough wash job and tried to make his innie an
outie.
   I got a good reaction, so I continued on down to his neat pubic hair
(wonder what he'd think of a major trim job -- maybe a matching racing
stripe?), nibbled his balls very lightly with my lips and brushed the end
of my hair over his very nice package.  We'd _snuggled_ already -- it was
becoming almost automatic -- so I could _feel_ exactly what was doing the
most good.
   I slobbered over his balls really good then ran the inside of my lips up
his shaft to the end.  I popped the very end in and out of my mouth a few
times, making sure it was plenty wet and giving it lots of tongue.
   I straddled his hips, duck-walked to the right position then spread open
my pussy lips with my hands and sat down on his cock with the head right at
my glory hole.
   It was entirely the wrong angle to go in, which was how I wanted it for
now.  I leaned forward a little, draped my hair down and spread my robe
open as far as it would go.
   I kissed him hard with all the tongue we could get then backed off and
told him, "Get us wet.  Real wet."
   I straightened up a little, pushed my tits out at his eyes and bounced
them a few times.  I raised my eyebrows -- well, what are you waiting for?
   He Bob-smiled me.  "Your wish is my command, oh Mistress of My Heart."
   He rose up on an elbow and sucked up a nipple into his mouth.  It got a
hard suck which started the pussy flooding right away -- right onto Little
Bob.
   He sucked the other nipple until it was rock-solid then lay back down.
He slipped one hthen the other between us and collected some of my copious
pussy juice on his fingers.  He raised his hands to my tits and lubed up my
nipples with my own juices.
   He gave me a nice lewd grin.  "Let the lubrication begin." He tweaked my
lubricated nipples with his wet fingertips.
   Ooo!  They were slippery and popped right out of his fingertips, but oh
my God it felt good!
   Our orgasm current, which was already roiling around, spawned several
good bubbles which roamed around, biding their time.
   Bob squeezed my tits towards the nipples, which made them even harder
and bigger -- and more sensitive.  Yep, the pussy-juice factory was in full
production on all shifts.
   I slid my pussy down a little bit so my glory hole was about half-way
down his shaft.  It put Miss Clitty right on top of Little Bob's head.  I
took advantage of it by smashing her against his hardness and rubbing back
and forth.  God it got those orgasm bubbles excited -- they were dashing
around, trying to get free.
   Bob continued making love to my rock-hard tits, so I slid down a little
more until the pussy-juice factory was right over the base, just above his
balls.
   I wiggled back and forth a few times, forcing my clit to ride across his
smooth, wet hardness.  My breathing got ragged, and I whimpered every time
I pushed my clit against him, but it was all good!  Every time my clit hit,
another flood of pussy juice cascaded down onto Little Bob.
   I let my head go back, my tits go out and my voice do what it wanted.
   I slid down until Miss Clitty was just at the base of his very-wet shaft
then stroked my hips upwards toward the top while rotating them upwards.
   I got a full stroke against Little Bob's bottom and ended up with my wet
pucker right on his head.
   I wiggled it around several times, leered at Bob and gasped out, "Some
time...  soon..."
   I stroked down and up several times, grinding my soaked clit, pussy and
pucker against him and making his head catch briefly in my glory hole as it
passed by on the down stroke.
   At the top of a stroke, I stopped, lifted up, rotated my hips upwards
and asked Bob, "Do you see Miss Clitty?  She's sticking out for you... 
waiting and wanting to meet Little Bob and love him all to pieces."
   Bob whispered, "Yes, I see her.  She's shiny and pink -- and looks so
delicious."
   "Great!  Turn up the volume and tune up the sensations."
   I tuned in mine until I could easily _feel_ Little Bob then dropped down
slowly until I could just feel the end of my clit touch him.  I dragged it
up Little Bob's shaft on one side of his big tube -- keeping just enough
distance and pressure to give us the most intense sensation possible in
that little area.
   We _felt_ out to George and Sherry -- they were going at it again, so we
put a light _link_ between us so we could share our happiness.
   I deliberately fed back our sensations to Bob (and George, Sherry, Mom
and Don).  When I got to the top, I dragged it back down the other side of
his large semen tube -- barely touching but intensely arousing.
   Up the other side then down again.  Up and down once more.  The current
was running wild through the rapids, heaving up and down; the bubbles were
getting larger and larger, threatening to mutiny and break for freedom.
   I finally collapsed onto his chest and hugged him as hard as I could.  I
bit him (very lightly) on the neck-shoulder junction, bit his ear lobe,
shoved my tongue as far in his ear as I could and whispered, "Come for us,
Sorcerer!  Come all over my aching clitty!  It's aching for you.  It wants
you to drown it in your baby-juice."
   I humped his cock, not too fast.  Light on the down stroke then as hard
as I could on the upstroke, clenching my pussy lips around him with my
pussy fluttering all the time.  I'd pause at the end of the upstroke with
my clitty right on his head and wiggle it around a few times.  Up, wiggle,
down.  Again.
   Bob got both hands on my ass in just the right place.  He squeezed up to
solid on our upstroke then down to firm on the down stroke.  He wasn't
pushing or pulling, only contributing to our motion.
   "Come on my clitty, Bob!  Make it cry!  Drown it!"
   I turned my head away from his ear as the first climax broke over us.  I
shrieked as the first pump of his hot cum hit my clit then my pussy and
hips clenched down.  Somehow we managed to alternate -- as he pumped out
another load of his hot cum onto my clit, I'd be relaxed (well, as relaxed
as possible under the circumstance); the shot on my clitty would give me
another spasm and pussy clench while I squirmed my clit over the head of
his cock.
   It would set him off on another pump -- oh, so wonderful, right on Miss
Clitty!  It would set me off again then him again, echoing back and forth
every two seconds or so.
   We got our lips together, moaned and shrieked into each other's mouths
and tried not to bite off any tongues.
   As things finally eased off, we snuggled (physically -- spiritually we
were still _joined_) up and tried to relax.  My tits were squashed up
against his hard chest -- the nipples were still sensitive and every
aftershock we felt tweaked them a bit and sent another echo bouncing
around.
   I found out he could bounce his boobs, too.  No boobs, but he flexed his
pecs against my sensitive tits and sent another flare and echo through us.
   "Stop that!" as I whopped him lightly on the shoulder.
   "Yes, Mistress."
   Then he rolled his stomach -- the ripple started just under his ribs and
rolled all the way down to his hips.  He could roll it in either direction
at will, it seemed.
   And every time he rolled it, it tweaked (now-resting) Little Bob against
my sensitive clitty -- and of course it set off another little spasm to
rattle through us for a bit.
   "You stop that, too!"
   "Yes, Mistress.  May I breathe?"
   "Very slowly, very lightly."
   "Thank you, Mistress."
   We shared those warm, gentle kisses we loved so well -- the ones which
seem to last forever as we poured our love into them; not passion or lust
but our admiration for the other's life and for who we were.  So good.  So
nice.  So loving and so worthwhile.
   We finally stirred a little bit.  I glanced at the clock and told him,
"We've got 45 minutes until breakfast.  Just enough time for a nice
shower."
   We sniffed around each other a bit and decided we smelled okay.  Lots of
pheromones still floating around but very little body odor even though we'd
both sweated (*I* had perspired, thank you) like it was over a hundred
degrees.
   "You smell wonderful," he told me.  "You smell like the best bakery in
the morning as the first bread and buns come from the oven.  You smell like
the last half-hour before Thanksgiving dinner.  You smell like *you*, so
alive, so in love with life."
   Of course, he started me purring (Bob tells me he can feel me purring)
so he got some of the best lovey kisses I had in me.
   I kept kissing down his neck and finally had to rise up off him to go
any lower -- but the mixture of sweat, pussy juice and cum we had trapped
on our tummies stuck us together.
   However, we fought the battle and won!  I kept kissing on down and
licked up everything I could.  It tasted wonderful; a smorgasbord of taste
and texture.
   I sucked up poor Little Bob, making him sparkly-clean then unstuck his
balls from Bob's legs.
   Bob returned the favor then some.  He cleaned me from my navel to my
knees, with vigor.
   I know he took a few intentional licks across Miss Clitty but desisted
when I threatened to pull out clumps of hair.
   He cleaned up all around my aching pussy, put his mouth over my glory
hole and told me, _"Push."_ I pushed, he sucked and he got a few mouthfuls
of pussy juice which would have run down my leg.
   He looked up from between my legs, locked his eyes on mine and said,
"After I come inside you, I'll suck it all out." The idea sent a shiver
through me and started my pussy flooding again.
   "Enough already, horn dog!"
   ------
   BOB
   We got into the shower and washed each other down.  That was getting
better and better, too.  Finding out what the other liked, how much and
where to rub, squeeze and caress; it was becoming part of the love we made
together.
   By the time we were done, the water cooled, so we escaped and dried each
other off -- quite gently.
   As we dressed, she showed me her underwear; it was a thong so small it
almost wasn't there.  I slid it up her legs slowly, giving a last light
caress to her labia before covering them.  She reached down and pulled up
the thong, burying the front patch in her slit and leaving the pink outer
labia on display.  She grinned evilly at me.  "Just think of *that* for a
couple of hours."
   ------
   NATALIE
   We had a bit of breakfast -- if you call stuffing ourselves with
everything we could find a "bit." Apparently sex makes one *hungry*!
   We sat around and chatted a bit (we girls compared notes on what we'd
been doing).  After the really-full feeling had subsided a little, we did
other things.
   Bob and I stripped our bed; it had old and new wet spots all over.  As
we looked at each spot, we _shared_ what we'd been doing to create them --
and got all horny again!
   He manfully resisted and dragged Don and me out into the back yard to
talk about...  plumbing!  My legs still wobbled, so I let him support me.
   He told Don he wanted to put an extra water heater in so we wouldn't run
out so soon.  He jerked his thumb at me.  "The Apprentice here will do most
of the work while you and I sit around, swill down fluids and supervise."
   I told them, "In that case, I'd better start getting my rest now." I let
my knees sag and dragged on Bob's arm.  He grinned at me and picked me up a
little.
   "I'll take care of you, Sunshine." Suddenly he moved me around so fast I
couldn't tell what was happening until it was too late.  He spun me around
backwards, leaned over, picked me up from the back with one arm and held me
across the hips with my butt forward and up.
   He said, "We'll give you a little rest," then slapped my ass!  Ouch! 
Not hard but a little sting.  He strolled casually along and slapped my
butt every few steps while I shrieked and pretended to struggle.
   Then Don slapped the other butt cheek!  "She's needed chastising for a
long time now." I kicked my legs (lightly), thrashed my arms and threatened
them both with the agony of sleepless nights waiting for my revenge.
   Bob alternated light spanks with rib-tickles.  Yes, I'm quite ticklish
under the right circumstances -- and this was one!  I laughed, thrashed,
giggled and finally told them, "I'm going to pee my pants if you keep it
up."
   Wrong thing to say!  Don told Bob casually, "You know, I've heard some
girls wet their pants from getting spanked -- and I don't mean urine."
   Bob grinned lecherous.  "Actually, it occurs quite frequently when you
spank..." A pretty hard spank, "then rub the warmth in real well." He
rubbed my butt firmly.  Fuck!  My pussy flooded!
   Don said, "Yeh, I've heard of it." He spanked and rubbed the other side;
they spanked and rubbed together -- just often enough to catch me off
guard.
   Finally Bob stopped spanking and just rubbed.  Jaysus, it was delicious!
He finally let me back down on my feet.  Hell, my knees wobbled more than
ever.
   Picking me up under my shoulders and knees, he carried me into the
kitchen.  We found Mom puttering around, and he had the nerve to say, "Ana,
I think your little girl wet her pants while playing." He set me down on a
kitchen chair.  Finally getting the nerve to look, I found big dark wet
spot on my crotch.
   Mom had the nerve to laugh then sniff.  "It smells wet, too." Shit!  I
was putting out a pheromone fog even the neighbors could probably smell.
   I jumped up and glared at them.  "Bob, you are going to be sooo sorry."
   "Promises, promises.  All I get is promises."
   I glared at them both and stalked off to our room.  I marred my grand
exit though when my knees almost gave way twice before I got out the door.
   Inspecting my ass in the mirror, it was a light pink and hot.  I rubbed
it a bit -- Bob rubbed it a *whole* lot better.
   ------
   DON
   We shamelessly molested Natalie in the back yard.  I _felt_ underneath
she loved it but I got enough threats upon my person and my sanity to last
years.
   Anyway, Bob and I easily justified an additional water heater.  He'd
supply all the material and labor, including the water heater and pay a
quarter of the gas bill.  Fair enough -- and Ana and I wouldn't run out of
hot water either.
   Bob rustled up some sandwiches and stuff for lunch; we didn't stuff
ourselves quite so much as at breakfast but we did it justice.
   We adjourned to the living room and den, paired off and snuggled up with
our sweet partners.  Ana and I claimed the love seat; George and Sherry
sprawled on the bed in the den, while Bob and Natalie got comfortable on
the sofa.
   ------
   ANA
   Bob leaned back and relaxed like a cat, while Natalie kicked her shoes
off and lay down on her side facing outwards with her head on Bob's lap. 
Both of them dozed right off.
   Geeser saw his opportunity; he slowly climbed on Natalie's hip and
spread-eagled over it.  He went to sleep too, purring up a storm.
   Bob occasionally caressed Natalie's hair or face with his fingertips
while Natalie would give out a deep sigh of contentment.  Every once in a
while, a sigh turned into a neat little snore, startling Geeser a bit.
   Bob started with one hand draped across Natalie's stomach, but over a
few minute's time, she captured it and moved it up over a breast, holding
it in place while her nipples hardened.
   I _felt_ the love and happiness between them so hard it almost ached. 
Samuel and I'd had it and now Don and I were getting it back.  And I _felt_
George and Sherry letting *their* happiness flow over us like a warm breeze
on a cool summer night.  So much nice love.
   We dozed and cuddled for over an hour.  Finally Geeser got so relaxed he
fell off Natalie's hip, which startled her a bit, waking Bob up.  Geeser
glared at them as if it were their fault and stalked off, angrily twitching
his tail.
   Natalie almost fell to the floor, but Bob held onto her boob, keeping
her safe.  She yawned, massaged her boobs a few times with Bob's hand and
said, "Everybody up!  It's *show time*!"
   Chapter 19
   BOB (Sunday 12/4)
   Natalie stood, grabbed my ear and walked towards our room; I whimpered
and shuffled along as best I could.
   She told the others, "Better not start anything critical like shaving
your genitals with a straight razor.  If everything passes inspection,
we'll see if the Sorcerer can lift this virginity curse!"
   Now *that* got everyone's attention.  She told me, "To the Inner
Sanctum! Now!" and kept going.  I moaned and groaned a lot -- and grabbed
her cute butt and ran my hand between her legs.  It made her jump, which
made me jump, so we sort of bounced along while I molested her sweet ass.
   After we'd shut the door, she turned, put her hands on my shoulders and
looked at me seriously.
   "Bob, we don't have to do this.  We're on no deadline here.  *I* think
we're completely ready -- and I totally trust *you* not to hurt me.
   "I want you to trust *yourself* completely, too.  I was serious
yesterday when I said I wouldn't make love with you when you've got your
mind somewhere else.  It doesn't have to be today -- it can be tomorrow or
next week or next month.  How about we do a final inspection then we can
decide."
   I told her, "You're right as usual, Natalie.  I'm very confident of my
control after all we've 'practiced.' I do think a final inspection is in
order.  Not a Missy Lillian inspection -- that was fun -- but an inspection
of my beautiful Natalie."
   We snuggled up slowly and gently and started those beautiful slow, warm
kisses we'd grown to love.  I eased her hair band off and spread those long
flowing tresses over her back and shoulders.  "Those are your angel's
wings, my love."
   I pulled her in a little tighter, we slowly _snuggled_ up and we _felt_
her wonderfully-firm breasts and hard nipples slowly compress against my
chest -- Little Bob started his warm-up exercises.
   We moaned into each other's mouths and stroked each other's backs, arms,
heads and butts -- everything we could reach.  Each touch sent a tiny
pleasure surge through us, which we eagerly _shared_.
   We hardly noticed the arousal current racing around and through us -- it
was now as natural to us as our breathing.
   We slowly stripped off each other's clothes, kissing each bit of skin as
it came into the light.  I finished with her thong, which I had to pull
from between her swollen lips.  She spread her legs, leaned back, and I ran
my tongue up her delicious slit, twirling it around her clit a few times.
It gave us a nice warm feeling, so I gave it a few more licks which we
appreciated.  Her inner labia had pushed their way out, and we _felt_ her
pulse throbbing through them.
   I rapidly stripped off the rest of my clothes and we moved towards our
bed.  We spread a couple soft towels across the middle then she pushed me
down on my back in the middle.
   She knelt beside me and took Little Bob gently into her mouth, bobbing
up and down slowly.  She wasn't trying to arouse me more but left behind a
lot of saliva.
   We didn't have to discuss anything or decide what to do next.  We just
worked together, dancing our dance of love.  We could lightly _feel_ Don,
Ana, George and Sherry _link_ very lightly with us and we welcomed them.
   She scooted me down towards the foot of the bed a bit, knelt over my
head and lowered her drooling pussy to my mouth while putting her hands on
the wall above the head of the bed.
   I gave her several good licks from her pucker to her clit.  Miss Clitty
was standing up tall and proud, and I ensured she got plenty of lubricating
pussy juice.  We _shared_ a small climax but rode through it without
stopping.
   She stood up on the bed and walked backwards until her feet were by my
hips while I sat up and helped steady her with my hands.  She straddled me
and dropped her pussy right on top of rock-hard Little Bob.
   We locked eyes.  I lay back, got a pillow beneath my head and we smiled
so hard our faces hurt.
   She leaned forward to put her hands on my shoulders while I massaged and
caressed her firm breasts to bring her areolae and nipples up hard and
tight.
   She stroked her sopping pussy up Little Bob, leaving a trail of
lubricating pussy juice behind.  She stroked several more times and stopped
with the head right on her entrance.
   Without breaking eye contact, she reached around behind her, grabbed
Little Bob and got the head locked into the opening of her glory hole.
   She wiggled up and down my hips a little bit to ensure it was firmly in
position.  We stopped moving and just looked at each other.
   We were so firmly _snuggled_ together we could plainly _feel_ the
other's emotions and sensations.  We were two, but together we were more.
We were separate but together, acting in harmony for our pleasure.
   She dropped slowly onto my chest, crushing her breasts against me; we
were careful to keep my penis head firmly in place.  She spread her legs
wide and put her full weight on my chest and stomach.
   We shared deep, slow warm kisses for a while, _sharing_ our love,
admiration and pride for each other.
   I stroked her back a few times then left my hands gently on her hips. 
She rose up on her elbows, we locked our eyes together and she pushed
herself down my body.
   As we put more pressure on her entrance, she moved and rotated her hips
around a little to ensure everything was lined up.  She squirmed down a
little more, putting on even more pressure.
   We _felt_ her channel slowly stretch open to admit its visitor -- and we
could feel the pressure on its head.  The shaft bent, but we slowly put
more and more pressure on until it popped in about an inch.
   She gasped and stopped moving.  We held still, lost in the _shared_
sensation of stretching and pressure.  A climax washed over us and we
_felt_ her pussy flutter lightly and continuously.
   We moved again.  I tilted my hips up a bit to change the alignment and
she moved down more, stretching her channel out as she drove me inside
herself.
   She gained another inch then I moved in and out about an inch to ensure
we were getting lubrication.  Another small climax with more pussy
flutters!
   She kept working it in while we _shared_ the stretching, filling and
pressure sensations.  Every little bit, we'd stroke in and out a little
until we felt it reach as far in as it would go for the moment.  We stopped
moving our hips and rested while we breathed deeply, trying to calm down a
little.
   Her pussy fluttered lightly around my cock and every couple seconds it
squeezed down lightly from a small orgasm.  We were perfectly aligned to
stay there as long as we wanted, feeling the fullness within her.
   For a few minutes, we shared deep, passionate kisses while flowing our
love around and through each other.  I stroked her back and shoulders and
squeezed her firm butt while she locked her fingers in my hair and tried to
dive down my throat.
   She put her hands on my shoulders, rose up and slowly brought her knees
up so she was kneeling on me.  She rocked slowly forward until the glans
was just inside then slowly rocked back, pushing it back in to stretch her
channel once more; it gave us another small climax.
   She stroked in and out several times while we _shared_ her
pussy-fluttering light clenches and delight.  She moved forward slowly
until it popped out completely and let a flood of pussy juice free where it
had been trapped inside her by the tight fit.  It drenched my groin and ran
down onto the towel -- that's why we had it there.
   She sat up completely on my hips and we grinned at each other.  We
rested a minute, keeping our eyes locked as well as ourselves then she led
my hands again to her breasts.
   As I lightly squeezed them, she raised her hips up, positioned me with
her hand and slowly penetrated herself with a gasp, letting it slide in one
continuous motion until she was again sitting on my hips.
   From there, she slowly raised and lowered herself with her legs a few
times then pulled all the way off and stayed upright, breathing heavily as
more small orgasms raced through us.
   I slipped my arms between her legs and slid down between them so I was
looking up at her dripping pussy.  I gently lowered her pussy to my mouth
and supported her with my hands on her butt and hips.
   I took deep smells of her musky odor and gently licked her pudendum,
soothing her down and letting her rest.  She finally stopped breathing so
raggedly and tugged on my hair.
   I slid back up and once more she penetrated herself with a deep gasp;
she slid rapidly down to the bottom in one smooth stroke.  She flexed her
internal muscles, experimenting on how to control them and what it felt
like to us.
   She managed to find a sequence which milked me from the base of my cock
all the way to the tip, in a long firm ripple.  God it felt good!  She
grinned at me, blew me a kiss and tried other things.
   She moved her hips around -- forward, backwards, side-to-side, even
rotating them.  Each motion seemed to hit a different area inside her and
gave us different sensations.
   She rippled me lightly a few times and squeaked, "Unka Robert, you make
my cunny hole feel *sooo* good!"
   We laughed, which produced some interesting effects including a fairly
big orgasm which made us shriek, moan, shake and pant.
   She bounced a few times and drove it even further in.  We _felt_ the end
up against her cervix; by moving her hips in a circular motion, she made
the glans circle the raised opening.  She rose up just a little, twitched
her hips around and slowly settled down so the glans was set in the pucker
of her cervix mouth.  Interesting.
   She bent forward and we watched between her legs as she raised and
lowered herself.  As she rose up, her inner labia clung to my shaft as if
they didn't want to let go.  Then as she pressed down, they folded inside
and disappeared, guiding it in.
   We watched my length disappear and reappear from inside her as she took
slow full strokes up and down.  We _felt_ another warm release wash over us
-- she threw her head back and we wailed out our pleasure while our bodies
shook and her sweet glory hole quivered and rippled around my hardness.
   She kept stroking, leaning back and forward, seeing what different
sensations each produced.  Finally, she lowered herself all the way down
onto my chest while she rotated her hips up and down.
   From that position on up to about forty-five degrees, her clit was
rubbing along the shaft, and when she bottomed out, it got pressed between
our pubic bones and shot a jolt of erotic energy through us.
   We _felt_ a big orgasm building and I met her thrusts with my own,
keeping us synchronized and in position with my hands on her hips.  We
agreed on the correct angles and picked up speed, taking long, smooth
strokes.
   She shook her lovely hair down in front of her so it brushed my chest on
every stroke, and I could see her breasts vibrate every time we hit bottom.
   I got in a little sideways movement with my hips so when her clit was
pinched between us, it also got rubbed side to side.
   We _felt_ ourselves getting closer and closer.  She raised her head,
locked her eyes on mine and we shrieked our pleasure with each breath.
   Finally, we took fast half-strokes.  Each time we bottomed out, we
ground our pubic bones together with her clit trapped between them, I'd
squeeze her butt solidly, and we'd shriek and wail out our happiness.
   After a few times, while we were grinding together, I reached back
between her cheeks and pushed firmly on her pucker, holding us even more
firmly together.
   The orgasm washed over us like a huge wave, covering both of us in
warmth and happiness.  We shook and quivered.  Her body locked up and
released while her pussy clenched so hard it seemed to want to squeeze me
to a pencil.
   She took a quick deep, hoarse breath between her muscle spasms then
screamed loud and long while our bodies locked up in ecstasy.  I kept
pressing her pucker and every time her pussy would relax, I'd slam out and
back into her, smashing her clit once again and bouncing the end against
her cervix.
   Finally, the wave seemed to slack off a little, so I started long hard
strokes through her pussy flutters, trying to drive the head up to her
throat.  I pumped cum out into her -- we _felt_ it inside her and through
me.  On each pump, I'd slam in firmly, hold it and scream with her.
   It set off another orgasm, even deeper and harder than the previous one.
She sat totally upright, threw her head back and *screamed* out our love to
the world!  I managed to hold onto her hips and waist to steady her while
she thrashed around as her muscles locked up then released.  Her arms
flopped, her hips and legs convulsed, and I pounded her again and again as
the last of my cum sprayed inside her.
   It finally died down enough so she *could* stop screaming, so I eased
her down on my chest, straightened out her legs and held her gently while
we quivered and shook some more.  Several aftershocks washed over us and we
keened out our happiness.
   I stroked her everywhere I could while kissing and nuzzling her face and
neck.  I could see she was flushed down to below her nipples, though it was
gradually fading away as she came back into the world.
   She finally calmed down enough so she was just whimpering on every
breath instead of moaning.  Still joined, we rolled over on our sides so
she could breathe easier, and we shared kiss after happy kiss.
   "My God, Bob!  Jaysus!  That *is* a Sorcerer's Wand you've got there. 
If your Rod of Chastisement is any more extreme, I don't think I'd
survive."
   "Sunshine, the magic is in our love -- and in the fact you made us
practice for a day and a half so we didn't have to worry about what we were
doing, and so we had confidence we could do this without me hurting you.
   "If we'd tried this yesterday morning, I don't know what would have
happened.  This seemed more intense than the first one in the shower, but
even so, this time we could let ourselves go -- we had no fear of ourselves
or each other.  It's *you* who's done this for us.
   "I couldn't ask for a better lover, a better woman, or a better love
than we have right now.  Even so, I think everything will get better and
better, especially our love and desire for each other.
   "You were wonderful!  You were superb!  You helped us work together to
share this joy of ours!  You are my Sunshine and I love you deeper than
words can tell."
   We heard loud long screams through the ventilation and we _felt_ Don and
Ana sharing *their* ecstasy with us.  A few seconds later, George and
Sherry joined them.
   We grinned at each other.  "You did it again, Sunshine.  You're an
inspiration!"
   We each turned our heads away, took deep breaths and gave screams of our
own back to let them know we enjoyed their offerings.
   I hope Geeser wasn't *too* scared.
   I pushed her on her back, dove between her legs and cleaned her up as
I'd promised.  I sucked her glory hole dry, licked everywhere I could and
nibbled a bit on her clit hood.  She promptly smacked me in the head and
threatened me with grave bodily damage if I kept doing it.
   ------
   ANA (Sunday afternoon 12/4)
   Oh sweet Jaysus!  Having those kids around brought Don's and my love
life back on track in a *hurry*.  Just like when Don and I had first met;
we'd decided we were an item then we were at it *all* the time.
   Every time we _felt_ an orgasm surge or heard one of the girls moan,
shriek or scream, it turned us on again.  Shit!  Don and I were in our
mid-thirties, and we screwed like teenagers -- loving every minute.
   Last night during the movie was fabulous!  Now I can see why Sherry and
Natalie talk about the Sorcerer's Grip -- it looked and _felt_ fantastic!
   Public petting?  Exhibitionism?  Hell, Don and I did more in college
than we did last night.  I'd still stack up my tits and ass against the
rest, even if they were almost twenty years younger.
   I knew Bob was Natalie's first.  The last year or so, before May, we
talked often and deeply -- she'd done some necking with a couple dates and
a couple guys had copped a feel, but she hadn't felt the urge to pursue it
any more, even being horny most of the time.
   I'd introduced her to a few of the spare toys I'd laid away for a rainy
day and taught her how to use them; she had *no* problem picking it up
(must be some sort of girl thing).  She even bought some rechargeable
batteries and a battery charger!
   Her being with Bob was one of the best things we'd experienced.  He'd
been a breath of fresh air to us all, and he, George and Sherry weren't
just talk, they'd *shown* us people can be nice and good.
   Even before finding out Bob had "handled" Simms, I already trusted him
totally.  Natalie and he not trying to weasel around our agreement had
convinced me.  And he was *nice*.
   Of course, being Black Irish sure didn't hurt.  I thought he was
gorgeous the first second I'd laid eyes on him.
   I hadn't been kidding when I said I had first dibs on him, either.  I'd
seen him admiring me appreciatively a few times.
   I had no doubt he would be totally faithful to Natalie if they decided
to go the closed-relationship route -- everything I'd learned about him
said that.
   However, he and Natalie were pretty smart.  While Natalie lacked much
"worldly" experience, I'd come to believe from hints I'd picked up from
George, Sherry and Rose that Bob had seen a lot of the not-so-nice world.
   I didn't doubt they'd discuss this very thing.  They'd now been having
sex of some sort for only a day and a half, so it was very early.  Plus,
they'd made it plain they wouldn't get into anything more until their
relationship strengthened.
   Actually, their relationship was stronger than many 20-year married
couples we'd seen.  They treated each other with respect, courtesy and
dignity -- even joking around like Bob de-pantsing her in the kitchen --
they seemed to avoid anything coming close to humiliating the other.  A
little embarrassment?  Well, that's part of the fun, and they probably
found their embarrassment levels getting higher all the time.
   I knew George and Sherry didn't have much more experience.  From what I
picked up, they'd known each other for years but had only been dating since
mid-summer -- and having sex for only a few months.  I sure could
sympathize with her not having a place to be with George; I'd been in the
same position when I was young(er).
   And speaking of them, Don eyed Sherry pretty good last night.  I kidded
him a bit about her; we didn't know if she'd be interested, but we agreed
to bide our time, knowing we had all the time in the world.
   Sunday afternoon, after our last little frolic (God, Bob sucking
Natalie's pussy after coming in it still turned me on!), Elizabeth called
asking if she and I could get together for a little bit.  Sounded good to
me.
   I told Don about going over to Elizabeth's for a chat.  He said, "Fine.
I'll try to recuperate a little.  If you need me, call.  If you *really*
need us, _yell!_ Bob and I can be there within three minutes."
   Elizabeth lived only two blocks away.  After covering the first block, I
realized this was my first time out alone since last May!  Shit!  Exciting!
   I didn't feel nervous, just *free.* Free from worrying about not having
control, free from seeing evil in every male and free to be *me* again.  I
had a sneaking suspicion Don and the kids had been on some campaign to help
me.  Nothing overt but very effective.
   Anyway, I arrived at Elizabeth's really happy.  Besides, I liked her,
even after seeing her only a few times.  Being Bob's mother, I knew she was
good people.
   Turned out she wanted to chat about empathy, learning how to do it and
about our kids.
   Chapter 20
   ELIZABETH (Sunday 12/4)
   Ana was in a great mood.  We got coffee and settled in for girl talk.
   "Ana, when Natalie and Bob asked me to teach them to dance a little, I
had no idea how good they'd be.  I've taught hundreds of couples basic
ballroom dancing over the years, and they've been the fastest and best
students I've ever seen.
   "I'd give them a few hints and things to practice, and the next time we
got together, it appeared they'd been at it for years!  They seemed just to
*know* what the other was doing or going to do with no awkwardness after
the first pass.  I've been working on and off for years with Bob but still.
   "They also seem to understand each other intuitively.  David and I do it
every once in a while, but we've been married for over twenty years.  I
asked them, and they told me about _feeling_ and communicating mentally. 
They said it could be taught and I should ask you about it.  So, now I'm
asking."
   I laughed -- a lot.  I could see Bob's hidden hand!  Get Ana out, get
Ana talking with people, get Ana helping people...  Shit, he had me pegged.
   "Elizabeth, it can be taught because it's mainly a matter of
*remembering* and it's wonderful -- we've probably always had the ability
but hid it away and forgot it.  Don and I learned to _share_ so many things
we hadn't before.  We'd been willing to share them but hadn't been able on
such an intimate level.
   "Don said Bob told him to have me pick out the white for the dining
room; it was a 'girl' thing.  I could have tried to explain which white I
wanted, but it was easier to pick it out myself.
   "That was before we learned to _share_.  Now, we just _agree_ on the
right thing -- there's little actual discussion.  We can _show_ exactly
what's going on.  I know you're a decorator -- It's like your telling a
client to do this and such and them not understanding, but *showing* them
makes sense right away.
   "What I suggest is you, David, Don and I get together some quiet
evening. We'll _show_ you and _teach_ you; you practice then it's all over
but the shouting."
   Made sense to me.  Sounded like magic, but they'd demonstrated it
worked. Besides, Dave and Bob could always tell what mood I'm in and
sometimes even my thoughts -- Bob had told me he was working on some
telempathic abilities.
   I asked Ana, "Did he and Natalie learn to do it a week or so ago?  I'd
only met her a few times before; she'd dressed so plainly like she was
*trying* to be unattractive.  Then suddenly she seemed to blossom, came
over with Bob and began dancing."
   Ana looked at me a bit strangely.  "Bob never mentioned anything about
me beyond being Natalie's mother?"
   I told her, "He said you were a wonderful person needing a bit of
pushing up.  He's said the same of others in the past, and we pushed them
up when we met.  Other than that, nothing.  I did notice you sometimes
seemed a bit sad so we tried to make you feel better."
   She smiled.  "And you certainly did a good job of it." Then she lost her
smile.
   "Bob is definitely the biggest zipper-lip I've ever run across.  I'll
bet if you talk with Rose Baer, the Women's Counselor, you'll find out a
lot of things Bob's done -- really *good* things he's never talked about
with you or David.
   "Anyway, Bob and Natalie found out about _sharing_ the second they met
the first day of school.  Natalie said they just _fell_ into one another
like they'd _merged_ spiritually.  So, it's been going on since school
started, not just for a couple weeks.
   "Elizabeth, Natalie was dressed unattractively, and you'd rarely met her
before because of me.  Bob said his grandparents live on the east side of
Akron, right?  Well, strangely enough, we lived there before we came to
Burbank."
   She took my hand and told me, "This probably won't be pleasant, but as
Bob's mother, you have a right to know -- and it's my story to tell."
   As she told me about the murders and defilements, I held her hand
harder. My folks had written us about them; I remembered they'd been
terrified to leave the house.
   "...  That was my introduction to Pete Simms..." she told me.  I leaked
tears and shook.  She told me about the "person unknown" and how he saved
her from Simms, got wounded, gave her CPR and comforted her...  then
disappeared.  By then, I was bawling my eyes out -- she was holding *me*
and comforting *me.*
   She got me calmed down enough to listen some more.  "Since then," she
told me calmly, "I was terrified of men; the only man I trusted was Don.  I
locked myself in the house, wouldn't go out unless it was vital then only
with Don.
   "That was one reason we came to Burbank, to get away from the
environment.  We'd already decided before May we were coming since there
were other factors involved, like school, my parents living here already
and both Natalie and Don considered there wasn't a decent boy in the entire
school.
   "Anyway, I transferred the fear onto Natalie.  I didn't want her
anywhere near a man, to be out alone, or even attract attention from a man.
To support me, she grounded herself -- no dates, no extra-curricular
activities, nothing.  She even dressed to hide herself -- you saw her
clothes -- wore no makeup or jewelry and in general, tried to be
unattractive -- all to help me out.  *She* wasn't afraid, it was me.
   "Apparently Bob saw through everything and fell in love with her anyway.
Probably Don, Natalie, Rose Baer and he cooked up something and the second
week of school, the Bob Reynolds magic descended on me.
   "He laughed, he danced, he flirted outrageously and kept making me feel
really special.  And when he first saw Natalie there, he literally jumped
up and down with joy.  He said, 'There is a God and he's smiling at me.'
   "And the little shit still kept flirting with me.  He trotted out the
Irish blarney and slathered it all over me -- and Natalie.  Of course,
Natalie loved it; she was already head over heels for him.
   "Anyway, they got Sherry then George over for a study group a couple
nights a week.  And they..."
   She told me how the kids and Don kept praising her, making her feel
special, how they consulted her and asked for her help.  In fact, they
brought a couple other students over a few times for her to tutor.
   "Then on Thanksgiving while we were here, Bob nailed me to the wall.  He
did everything perfectly -- on his home ground.  He told us they'd never
tried to get around the no-dating policy during the last couple months and
in view of their 'demonstrated reliability', he asked to take her to the
Christmas Dance.
   "Oh shit!  He'd *really* nailed me!  Here I was, a pretty happy camper,
pretty much over my fears and nightmares, and he subtly reminded me Natalie
was terribly unhappy -- and that neither of them had even hinted or
insinuated any unfairness.  They came right out and said they loved each
other -- in the nicest way -- Natalie was his Sunshine.
   "Jaysus, I almost bawled.  He had to know why, so I told him to come
over the next day.  You remember he came over Friday and was out late?"
   "Oh, yeh!" I answered.  "I remember.  He was nervous as a bridegroom.  I
hoped he had a date or something with Natalie -- I could see the tremendous
attraction between them.  The only other girl he'd ever dated was Sherry
and only once -- something odd there."
   "Well, Don and I talked Thursday night.  I decided I'd tell Bob about
Simms -- go through it once more so he'd realize why I'd acted the way I
did.  Not that I *should* have acted as I did with Natalie for so long, but
so he could understand.
   "Even before he arrived Friday, I'd decided he and Natalie could date. I
trusted *him* totally.  Anyway as soon as he got there, Natalie and Don
nailed him with the 'Righteous Bob' name and demanded identification."
   I got a good belly laugh!  "That's his deepest, darkest secret.  I don't
know of maybe ten other people who know it."
   "Yep.  We learned about the Triple-R.  Well, I told Reginald, Natalie
and Don the whole Simms story, just like I told you.  Then I told them as
long as she was with Bob; *close* to Bob; *really* close -- I mean she
wasn't to go to the john unless he was right outside -- they could do
anything they wanted, go anywhere at any time."
   "Oh, wow!  I bet there were some happy thoughts after that!" I laughed.
   "Yes indeed it did.  However..."
   She told me more what they'd found out about the person unknown and how
he'd never been found.  The only thing she'd had was an old work jacket
with a knife-slit and blood in it, and how she would use it as a security
blanket.
   "Elizabeth, when was the last time Bob saw his grandparents in Akron?"
   "Last May."
   "Did he seem, well, strange or anything when he came back?"
   "He did seem a little quiet and the first day back he cut himself with a
construction knife -- went all the way up his left side.  Not deep, just
bloody."
   "Uh-huh.  Elizabeth, Bob has an enlarged joint on his right hand,
correct?"
   I was wondering what she was getting at.  "Yes, we keep telling him
he'll never be a right-handed bowler -- his finger won't fit in the holes."
   "Natalie found the same thing I did on the label of the work jacket. 
The initials 'RRR'.  And my person unknown had an enlarged joint on the
third finger of his right hand."
   I think the light dawned on me about then.  "Bob...?"
   "Yes, Elizabeth, your son fought Pete Simms and beat him almost to death
while being wounded himself.  He gave me CPR and brought me back to life.
He called for help and comforted me while they came.  Your son saved my dry
pussy and skinny ass from being fucked after I was dead.  And he never said
a word to anyone."
   Some things you can't comprehend right away.  I knew Bob was a nice guy
to everyone but this?  I think my mouth hung open long enough to dry out.
   "So, Elizabeth, do you think I'm slightly biased towards your son?"
   I finally managed to say, "Sounds as if you're as biased towards him now
as I am."
   ------
   ANA
   One more telling of the tale.  It did get easier.
   "Besides being a hero to me personally," I told her, "Bob's a *Really.
Nice.  Guy*.  Friday night, we dressed up Natalie nicely -- he'd never seen
her that way, and he almost drooled, he was so impressed.
   "I kicked them out on the town so Don and I could get it on -- I was as
horny as hell by then for some reason.
   "You'd think a couple teenagers as much in love as they were couldn't
wait to have sex after being together almost three months, right?  You'd
think they'd be screwing by the time they hit the front lawn.
   "Elizabeth, your son and Natalie are quite a pair.  They did a little
petting Friday night and that was it for the next week.  After that
wonderful birthday party last Friday night, Natalie was dead to the world
-- she sleeps like a rock when she's really tired.
   "I found them in our living room at 2:00 in the morning -- she asleep on
the sofa and he asleep in a chair -- guarding her.
   "I had him bring her to her room, and we got her dress off.  I hinted
he'd probably seen it all anyway; he told me no, they'd just been
practicing dancing and they didn't want just to 'boink in the back yard.'
   "Anyway I implied he was a damn fool if he didn't finish getting
Natalie's clothes off and climb in with her so they could wake up together
in the morning and find some joy between them.  He did and they did.
   "They told me later they 'practiced' all day Saturday.  You know,
Elizabeth, one of the nicest things about learning to be telempathic is the
sex is so great.  And after a bit, you can _feel_ others when they do it,
too -- if they want.  They *can* shut you out.
   "Well, what do you think it does to Don's and my libidos when we hear
and _feel_ our daughter screaming out her joy while making love with the
man she loves and who we respect and admire so much?"
   "Fuck, Ana, just hearing about it's gotten me horny.  I'll bet you and
Don did the Bunny Hop a lot."
   "Damn right!  I told Bob he can spend the night with Natalie any time he
wants -- and Natalie can spend it with him any time and any where they
want. Elizabeth, I love those kids -- I trust them and admire them both so
much.
   "I don't know how your accommodations are here, but as far as I'm
concerned, Natalie can be here as much and for as long as she wants."
   Hmm.  "A screamer, eh?  I'm not so quiet myself sometimes.  If it's
anything like you say, I bet Dave wouldn't mind me being more... 
aggressive at times.  In fact, I'd say he'd really like it.
   "Tell you what; you invite yourself, Don, Natalie and Bob to dinner here
tonight.  If they're willing, she can pack some clothes, spend the night
here with him and they can go to school in the morning.
   "Maybe I'll call George and Sherry, too, for dinner.  We haven't seen
them for a while."
   "No problem," she told me, "they're at my place now." She grinned slyly.
"In fact, they were there all last night, too."
   "And I bet they weren't singing Christmas Carols, either."
   "A different kind of singing.  A total of *six* horny telempaths
_sharing_ with each other -- maybe it would be a really good thing for
Natalie to stay here tonight; perhaps Don could get some rest -- I'll only
make him do me twice instead of three or four times!
   She got serious for a moment.  "Elizabeth, I don't really know how I can
tell you how much we owe to Bob.  Discounting the Simms stuff entirely, he
and his friends dragged me out of the black hole I'd been in for months --
and saw no way out of.
   "To show you the difference, today is the first day in over six months
I've been out my house alone -- and I walked over.  I didn't even think
about it until I was half-way here; then I discovered it didn't make any
difference.  Being alone didn't bother me at all!  Bob and his friends
helped free me."
   I marveled at what my son had done.
   At Ana's request, I called Don.  "Don, Elizabeth Reynolds.  I'm with Ana
at my place and we want you all to come to dinner tonight if you're not too
tired.  Ana said you might be feeling a bit, em, overworked?"
   He just groaned and accepted my invitation.  I asked for Bob, and when
he answered, I suddenly almost couldn't talk -- I thought I was going to
cry.
   "Mother?"
   I finally got out, "It's okay, Bob.  I just remembered how beautiful you
and Natalie looked dancing together -- and I got a bit motherish for a
moment.  Anyway, we're inviting the whole Matthews clan over for dinner --
make sure George and Sherry know they're invited too; you know there's
always plenty of room."
   "Sure, Mother.  I know they'll appreciate it; they don't really have
much chance to be together with their friends."
   "And Bob, I'm going to invite Natalie to spend the night here if she
wishes.  It'll be up to you two.  Let me talk with her a moment."
   I heard her, "Yes, Elizabeth?"
   "Natalie, I told Bob I would invite you to spend the night here, so I'm
inviting you to do so."
   There was a short silence.  "I'm not quite sure I understand
completely."
   "Well, I've been talking with your mother this afternoon and she told me
how much you and Bob -- and others -- had done to help her past a hard
spell.  So I'd like to help you two out with a little bit of exchange.
   "How about you bring stuff for the night and for school tomorrow.  If
you don't feel comfortable staying, you can leave with your parents after
dinner.  I've been trying to play matchmaker for Bob for years, but
apparently I fumbled this match by several months."
   She laughed.  "Well, Bob *is* pretty tight-lipped in case you hadn't
noticed.  He probably hasn't talked a lot about me."
   "Not a whole lot -- he's just been constantly saying you're the most
wonderful person he's ever met.  Now pack your stuff and come on over -- I
need to put Bob to work in the kitchen."
   Another laugh.  "Well, watch how he does potatoes; he seems to have a
knack for peeling things.  We'll see you in a bit."
   ------
   BOB
   After a quick cleanup -- so George and Sherry could get a bit of washing
in too -- we goofed off in the kitchen with some coffee while she snuggled
on my lap.
   Jaysus, I couldn't help myself!  She was so damn loveable all nestled up
against me, I just had to start stroking her hair and nuzzling her neck and
ears.
   She purred, and we _snuggled_ in closer while we got in some of those
slow, warm kisses she's so good at.  Geeser even got into the act by
rubbing around our ankles and purring.
   I got my hand around back and rubbed her butt through her jeans.  She
seemed to enjoy it because she purred more and ran her hands all over me,
too.
   "You'd better watch it, Sorcerer.  If you keep it up, I'll wet my pants
again -- just like the night I learned about the Sorcerer's Grip in your
back yard."
   I leered at her.  "Not my problem, it's your laundry."
   She countered by lifting one of my hands to a breast.  She muttered,
"Gently, just warm us up a bit," then tried to wrap her tongue around my
voice box.
   We molested each other for another fifteen minutes or so -- and got the
chill out quite nicely, thank you -- then we wandered out to the living
room to see if we could tease George.
   He and Sherry were snuggled up on the love seat molesting each other
while Don sat in a chair being benignly not-interested.  Nat and I groaned
loudly and yelled, "Get a room!"
   George dryly pointed out we were just envious of free-spirited people
like themselves, while we had to maintain our reputations as Mr.  Nice Guy
and the Vestal Virgin.
   We were just about to deliver a scathing come-back, when Natalie
_listened_ a little and asked Don, "Where's Mom?"
   "Out."
   "Okay.  Where?"
   "Elizabeth's"
   "But you're still here!"
   "She walked." Long pause.  "Alone.  She got a call from Elizabeth and
told me she was going over to chat.  Then pretty-as-you-please, she grabbed
her sunglasses and walked out the door.  No ifs ands or buts."
   We four looked at each other and yelled.  We pulled Don up out of the
chair, pushed him to the middle of the room and did a victory dance around
him, yelling, "Breakthrough!  Breakthrough!"
   High-fives!  Butt bounces!  Hugs and kisses!  (George didn't get a kiss
from me, but Sherry definitely did).
   We finally settled down a little.  I got us some sodas from the kitchen,
passed them around and lured Natalie over to the sofa.  George and Sherry
parked themselves on the love seat again.
   They cheered, "Celebration!" and started molesting each other again.
   Natalie and I snuggled up and watched them for a bit.  We made some
observational comments to each other.
   "He's learning."
   "A bit slow."
   "Her hand should be a little higher."
   "He needs to get a better angle with his leg to hit her love button
properly."
   We were getting our current running pretty good just by watching.  We'd
just decided to stage an educational demonstration when the phone rang; Don
picked it up.
   Don listened then groaned.  He held the phone out to me.  "Your mother."
   She sounded a little funny.  Anyway, she invited us, including George
and Sherry, to dinner -- and Natalie to spend the night!  She asked for
Natalie.
   I handed the phone over to Nat.  While she and Mother were talking about
something, I did some research on how many ways I could fit my hands over
her sweet butt.  I was considering a similar research project on her
breasts, but she hung up the phone and elbowed me good.
   "You wanker!  I should have told your mother her 'innocent' little son
was over here copping feels of my ass!"
   I raised my hands in horror.  "Oh, no, Ms.  Shanahan!  I was just
*tutoring* you!"
   Sherry broke in, "And she loved every second, too."
   Natalie told me Mother had invited her to spend the night if she wanted.
So we made a trip to our room to pack overnight and one-school-day
essentials.
   Apparently, her idea of what it takes for an overnighter differs
drastically from mine.  When I expect an overnighter, everything fits in
one small gym bag.
   Natalie wanted her entire closet, all her cosmetics, her hair dryer,
fifteen pairs of panties, five pairs of shoes...  you get the drift.
   I was so amazed I could only stare.  Even when she tried to molest me a
few times, I could only respond mildly.  Women are amazing!  And somehow
she conned *me* into carrying it all out to the truck, too.
   ------
   NATALIE
   I tossed a few things into a bag and coerced Bob into carrying it out to
the truck.  After all, I was slender and delicate; he was the one with the
muscles.
   George and Sherry were very interested in coming (pun, if you want it to
be) to dinner, so we agreed to meet at Bob's place in a little bit.  Before
we left, Bob called his mother back to see if we should pick up anything,
so we made a provisions stop at Smart and Final to pick up some sinful
things.
   I left my bag in the truck, just in case; I was a little nervous.  I
really liked Elizabeth; we'd gotten along great during dancing lessons and
at the parties, but this was a little different.  I'd met Dave several
times, danced with him, and he had been very nice, but basically I was
being invited to spend the night and screw their son's brains out.
   So, I was a little hesitant when we walked into the kitchen holding
hands.  Elizabeth looked at me and gave me a big smile.
   "Welcome!"
   She looked at Bob and suddenly started crying.  She stood there with
tears running down her face just looking at him.  Bob went over, took her
in his arms and held her, offering his presence to comfort her in whatever
she was going through.  She hugged him so tightly I thought his ribs would
crack (if I hadn't known how strong his bones were).
   I saw Mom stick her head in the door, take a look and grin smugly. 
Elizabeth finally backed off a little, ran her hand down his left side and
said, "Construction accident, hell."
   I told him, _"Someone has been telling tales."_
   He gave me back, _"Yep.  And probably some tall tales, too.  Wonder
who..."_
   "Well, Mother, what can I say?  It wouldn't have done anyone much good
to spout off about it, right?"
   "Damn it, R.  Robert Reynolds, over the last several days, everything
someone has said to me about you keeps making me realize how proud I am of
you!  Here I've been thinking for years my son was just a real nice nerdy
guy who'd never get laid, but it turns out he's the school leader in all
things good and right and that every girl there has the hots for him -- and
probably even the lesbians are reconsidering."
   I offered, "You're right, Elizabeth.  Just the other day this dyke asked
me..."
   I told him, _"Just a start on payback, buster."_
   "Ladies, please!  If we're going to discuss my love life, let's do it
sitting down."
   Elizabeth gave us a big smile.  "We may discuss it later, but for now
we've got a dinner to get ready for our guests.  Your father will be along
shortly; as usual, just in time to eat.  He always manages to show up at
the right time."
   Mom had come in the kitchen by this time.  "Maybe he has some empathic
talent, too and knows how to avoid getting put to work."
   Elizabeth looked thoughtful.  "You know, you're probably right.  He
always seems to know just the right thing to say or do.  Just like you,
Bob."
   She set Bob to work at the sink on vegetables.  I considered going over
and teasing him but remembered what happened the last time I'd done that. I
wasn't necessarily averse to being de-pantsed but not quite yet.
   I pulled Elizabeth into the dining room away from everyone else. 
"Elizabeth, this is a little difficult for me.  My mom has probably already
told you, but Bob and I have only been, em, doing anything since yesterday,
so if I stay here tonight, we'll probably be doing some more -- probably a
*lot* more -- and...  I guess the best way to put it is I get pretty loud
at times."
   She beamed at me.  "You young folks always seem to think us old farts
were raised in a nunnery and were taught the missionary position was the
only proper way -- and sex was a duty a woman owed her husband.
   "Well, I'll bet your mom and Don are showing you it just isn't so.  Dave
and I have been together for over twenty years now, and there's *almost*
nothing I've read on the Internet we haven't at least thought about.
   "Your mom told me how having you two -- no, you four -- around has
stimulated their love life so much -- and I'd like it too; if nothing else,
to give Dave a working over he hasn't gotten in years!
   "Besides, Honey, I see how you and Bob love each other.  I'm so happy
he's finally found a lovely lady who matches him so well.  He deserves
every bit of happiness he can find, and from what your mom told me, you do,
too.
   "Of course you're staying with him tonight -- and make all the noise you
want.  Dave and I don't have anything scheduled for tomorrow morning, so
I'm going to see if he's still as strong as he was twenty years ago.  I'm
betting he won't object at all, especially if we can tease him a little bit
tonight before the fireworks start."
   And of course Bob had been listening in, politely of course.  "Mother,"
he called out from the kitchen, "Natalie could inspire a marble statue, so
I know you two can get Father so turned on you'll have all the lovin' you
can handle."
   Elizabeth and I grinned at each other.  "Yes!" And a high-five!
   ------
   BOB
   George and Sherry came in.  They hadn't been over much since we'd
started the study sessions over at Natalie's so Mother was really happy to
see them again.  She showed it by giving them each a big hug and kiss.
   She mentioned Bill (my older brother) had moved out this weekend, and
with him gone, the house seemed really empty.  She told them Bill's bedroom
seemed *awfully* empty after all the years he'd been there.
   Natalie and I _felt_ the gears turning in George's and Sherry's heads.
_"Empty bedroom...  Tolerant parents...  Get a room..."_
   We finished the dinner preps and got it on the table.  Natalie didn't
molest me this time while I was at the sink so she got to keep her pants
up. I'm not sure if I would have "peeled" her in front of Mother -- just
yet.
   Sure enough, Father appeared just in time to wash up and join us for
dinner.
   We talked, laughed and had a good old time.  Ana seemed especially
buoyant, laughing a lot and making lots of puns.
   She said one thing especially nice for Natalie.  "Honey, you're eighteen
now and there's lots of things I know you want to do.  We've had this
agreement the last couple weeks about being escorted everywhere -- well,
how about we just drop it entirely.
   "We trust your judgment not to get into strange situations -- better get
some tutoring from Bob; this isn't Ohio any more.
   "And perhaps the habit you've gotten of running around with Bob and his
friends will stick; I'd really like it, though we can't and won't insist on
it."
   After dinner, we guys exercised our male prerogatives and chased the
ladies out into the living room while we did the cleanup.
   Natalie told me, _"Your mother suggested we work your father up a bit
tonight -- she has plans for him."_
   I replied, _"I'm sure we can do something to help."_
   George and Sherry left with a parting, _"Spare bedroom, eh?"_
   Don and Ana took off, too.  I bet they had some plans of their own!
   Natalie asked me to get her bag from the truck, so I got it and without
turning a hair, put it in my room.  I slipped my shoes off while she looked
around.  She'd been in here briefly a few times during dance practice but
now she really looked it over.
   She bounced on the bed a few times, leered at me a little then examined
my stuff while she stripped off her clothes.  I felt the make-over wheels
turning (didn't need to be a telempath to do that).  What the hell; as I'd
told Don, Father and I make lots of money from women wanting to make things
over their way, so I wisely kept my mouth shut.
   My lovely lady told me, "Your mother and I agreed to tease your father a
bit tonight, so let's meet in the kitchen and lure him in." We did a minor
wash-up and brushed our teeth.  She put on a gossamer bra, an almost
non-existent thong, her blue robe and heels.
   ------
   NATALIE
   We got to the kitchen before anyone else, so we arranged the chairs to
suit ourselves.  We'd try to get Dave in front of both Elizabeth and me so
we could work him over.
   I snuggled up on Bob's lap and told him, "You've been remiss in your
duties for a couple hours.  I'm chilly."
   So he proceeded to warm me up.  He nuzzled my neck and nibbled at my ear
-- wonderful!  He ran his hand up and down my back and over my butt at just
the right speed and with just the right pressure.
   Every once in a while, he'd tug on the back of my thong -- a wedgie! 
Except he managed to make it tweak my pucker and clit just right and send a
shot of warmth through us.
   Yep, definitely warming up.  My pussy drooled and my nipples tried to
escape my bra.  We shared several of those slow, warm kisses which got our
current simmering nice and smooth.
   He ran his other hand slowly around my tummy over my robe, occasionally
coming up to brush the bottom of a tit -- every touch sent more fire
through us, priming me to explode.
   Elizabeth slinked into the kitchen about then, and we stared at her. 
She was totally gorgeous and dressed to seduce a statue.
   Her flaming-red hair was down and swirled around her face which had just
the perfect touch of makeup.  Her thin silk dressing gown hugged her boobs
-- and they were magnificent!  Just the right size for her!  Her nipples
popped up like mine trying to tear holes though the robe.
   She flared her nostrils once, took a delicate sniff and cocked an
eyebrow at us.  I laughed, "Just setting the trap," and opened and closed
my legs a couple times to spread the scent.
   Bob picked up on it.  He waved his hand from my crotch outwards a few
time.  "Got to spread the bait!"
   I told her, "Just think towards Dave it would be real nice if he
wandered into the kitchen.  We'll get it to him."
   A few minutes later, he did come in.  When he saw us, he stopped dead
and his mouth dropped open a little.
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   BOB
   Oh, my, the ladies had prepared their trap well.  I _looked_ at him just
enough to get an idea of what was going on.  When he came in and saw them,
I _felt_ their pheromones hit him like a truck.
   I _felt_ him think something like, _"Be Jaysus!  What am I getting
myself into?  Elizabeth's looking like a sex goddess, and Bob's girlfriend
looks good enough to eat -- yeh, really good."_
   I felt Natalie quietly work her hand around the front of her robe then
she told me, _"I'm going to give your dad a shot.  Pretend to tickle me --
and catch me when I fall off."_
   She's really up to something.  I obligingly ran my hand around to her
ribs and wiggled my fingers a little.
   She squealed and jumped like I'd stuck her with a knife.  She arched her
back as if trying to get away and slid off my lap onto the floor.  I had
plenty of time to get hold of her upper arms to keep her from falling on
her butt.
   I felt her say, _"Got him!"_ When she'd squealed, his head and eyes
automatically turned to her.  She slid slowly off my lap, catching the hem
of her robe on my leg so it rode up to her armpits.  She'd loosened the
sash so it spread open wide in the front.
   She ended up with her back arched, thrusting out her sweet bosom topped
with delectable nipples pushing through her bra and crouched with her butt
a foot above the floor with her knees spread at least three feet apart.
   I saw Father's eyes widen as he looked at her nipples then his gaze
automatically dropped to her crotch.  I *knew* she'd soaked the thong to
transparency and leaked nectar down both her legs for a few inches.
   So here's Father looking at a widespread dripping-wet pussy staring
right at him flowing out female pheromones at a tremendous rate.  Results?
_Instant BONER!_
   I knew he had it in him!  He made little noises in his throat, like he
was in pain.  I felt him think, _"God damn!  Elizabeth, you'd better be
ready, because you're gonna *get* it tonight."_
   Natalie wobbled her knees awkwardly a couple times, making her pussy
wink at him.  I know how any red-blooded man would react and Father got
harder.
   As she got up, I tucked a bit of her robe hem into the top string of her
thong leaving one side of her sweet butt out for all to see.
   Finally "managing" to stand, she indignantly wrapped her robe around her
(her bare butt cheek still hung out) and stalked over to Mother.
   She growled at me, "I'm doing *myself* tonight -- *you*'re out of luck!"
   I caught Father's image (and passed it on to Mother and Natalie) of
Natalie masturbating in bed with both hands buried in her pussy, her back
arched off the sheets pushing her breasts into the air and moaning in
ecstasy.
   I teased her, _"So *that*'s how you do it."_
   _"Yeh but *you* do it to me even *better!"*_
   She got over to Mother, leaned over and kissed her cheek.  Of course,
her rear just happened to point at Father with her legs spread a couple
feet.  He got a full moon shot.
   She winked her pussy and pucker at him a few times, and he moaned some
more.  I picked up a few stray images of him putting his equipment where
the sun didn't shine.
   Natalie whispered to Mother, "I'd say if he plays his cards right he
*may* get lucky tonight -- but make him beg.  Let us know in the morning if
you think he needs another working over to get him ready for the day."
   She said aloud, "Elizabeth, thanks for your hospitality.  Even if that
rude, crude son of yours was here."
   I couldn't let it pass.  "I thought Bill was gone!" They coolly ignored
me as women often do.
   Natalie straightened up and started a full-blown model's walk towards
our room.  She sauntered right in front of Father, glanced down at his
boner, winked lazily at him and said, "Good night, David.  I see you've got
the prep work done.  Make sure you finish the job on time."
   She walked on but dragged her fingertips right across his crotch.  He
jumped and whimpered.  What a wuss!  If she'd done it to me, I wouldn't
have jumped so much.
   My eyes and Father's locked onto her (almost-bare) butt twitching its
way out the door.  It was a moving back and forth at a perfect tempo, with
a tiny little flip at the end of each sway.  Just before she vanished, she
looked back over her shoulder at me, sniffed indignantly and vanished into
the hallway.
   I stood up and told him sternly, "Thanks a *lot* Father!  You horny old
goat, hitting on my girlfriend!  Now I'll have to spend all night patching
it up -- and we've got school tomorrow!"
   I stalked out after Natalie but stopped after I'd gotten in the hallway.
I peeked back in and saw Mother get up and start out the other door towards
their bedroom.  She had a wet spot on her robe at least two inches across
where she'd been sitting.
   "Come on, Dave.  We need to have a talk about proper conduct in front of
your son's girl friend.  She probably does have a lovely twat, but you
didn't have to drool and wave your dick at it."
   He appeared completely and totally outmaneuvered.
   
  
Sorcerer Inner Circle Ch 11-20