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Part 1 - Chapter Four
Katy, Maria, and Darlene's daughter Jennifer
Baby Baby Baby


"I am _NOT_ a baby," Jennifer informed her mother.

"You were my first, and even if you are the oldest, you're still
my baby," Darlene told her teenage daughter.

"Just don't treat me like a baby," Jennifer growled.  "I'm going
to my room and read over my science stuff before I go to bed.  I
have a quiz tomorrow."

"OK, baby," Darlene snickered.

Jennifer rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically as she left the
kitchen.  Once in her basement room, she carefully slid the bolt
of the lock that her dad helped her install to be sure she
wouldn't be interrupted.  She turned on her radio and flipped
open her science book.  She scanned the assignment for ten
seconds, unwilling to tell her mother an outright lie.  Then she
pulled the bottom drawer of her dresser completely out.  Under
the drawer, she got out Maria's toys.

Maria had left so quickly that she forgot her sex toys.  Jennifer
found them lined up on the bed:  the neon pink dildo, the small
vibrator with its realistic sheath, a small black butt plug, an
eight-pack of AA batteries with only two missing, and a strip of
ten condoms.  Her first thought was that Maria wouldn't be able
to get to sleep.  She wondered...

"Hello?"

"Hi.  Is Maria there?"

"She just got back," the voice on the phone told her.  In the
background, she could hear, "Maria.  It's for you."

"Hello?"

"Hi, Maria.  It's Jennifer.  I think you forgot some things."

"Keep 'em.  I know who to ask if I forget mine next time I visit
you guys."

"Thanks.  How often do you, you know?"

"Every night.  It really does help me get to sleep."

"How did you learn about stuff like that?"

"An older woman," Maria answered.  "Actually it was women,
plural.  But like I told you, that was just this summer and..." 
They talked for half an hour until Darlene got back home. 
Jennifer hid the toys.  Her mother might not freak if she found
them, but Donnie was always finding excuses to come down to the
basement and peek into her room.  That evening, she was about to
get the toys out.  The drawer was pulled out when Donnie opened
her door, saying, "Hey, have you seen my green rugby?"

"Get out!  Mom!  Dad!  Donnie came into my room and didn't even
knock," she wailed, slamming the drawer shut and running up the
stairs.  "I might have been undressed or something."  'Something
like playing with myself,' she added mentally.

"I have the solution," Dwayne told her.  "Be right back."  He was
back in two minutes with a simple bolt lock, used but still
functional.  Ten minutes later, Jennifer had a lock on her door. 
"When you want privacy, just slide it over."

"Thanks, dad.  I love you."  She gave him a peck on the lips and
a hug.

"I love you, too."

Jennifer was too nervous to try out the toys that evening, even
with the lock.  But by Sunday night, her curiosity and scrambled
hormones led her to the toys stored in a leatherette shaving kit
that her father never used and would never miss.  She tossed it
on the bed, then turned to look at the full length mirror on the
back of her bedroom door.  The mirror was a luxury but it had
been on sale.  Dwayne bought two, one for the master bedroom and
one for Jennifer.

She watched herself in the mirror while she stripped.  Except for
a few fat girls, she had the biggest bust in the seventh grade,
and her breasts looked huge on her slender frame.  Turning
sideways, she sighed as she checked her body profile.  She
imagined what it might be like to be a stripper, beginning to
undulate in time with the music coming from her radio.  She kept
moving until the song ended and an ad interrupted her.  By that
time, her nipples were erect and tingling.

Maria said that her nipples were sensitive and that she loved to
play with them.  Jennifer knew that hers were sensitive, too. 
Some girls in school went without a bra, but doing so drove
Jennifer nuts.  Fabric rubbing against her nip's made them
instantly pop up.  They were so sensitive that any more rubbing
almost hurt.  She wore a bra not for support but to protect
herself from friction against her overly sensitive nubbins.

Experimentally, Jennifer cupped her breasts and squeezed her
nipples between her thumbs and index fingers.  A tremor shot
through her body.  Goose bumps prickled her skin and she felt a
tingle in her pussy.  Maria said that her nipples were connected
to her clit, so Jennifer wasn't surprised.  What did surprise her
was the intensity of the feelings.

The radio ad was over and rock music was playing again.  Hand
lotion slicked her breasts and made the breast play more
pleasant.

With gentle, slick caresses, her nipples felt wonderful rather
then painful from friction.  She could feel her pulse in her
nipples... and in her pussy.  Her heart beat rapidly and she was
almost panting.  She felt swollen between her legs and moaned
when she let one hand creep down her front and cup her mons.

Since Maria used her fingers first, Jennifer decided to do the
same.  She put some more hand lotion on her fingertips and slid
them between her pussy lips.  "Aahh," she sighed.  She still did
a grind in front of the mirror even though her eyes were closed. 
With her knees bent, she leaned her head back and savored the
sensations of her fingers beside her clit.  She swiped her
fingers over the little hood quickly during ads, then moved them
in time with the music when songs played on the radio.

When the news came on, she realized that it was time for her to
get to sleep.  She also knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep
until she finished what she started.  She was tense.  Her heart
was going 'a mile a minute'.  She flopped onto her bed and put
out her hand, groping for one of the toys.  She found the dildo
first.  Then she found the strip of rubbers, pulled one off,
opened the foil, and rolled it onto the toy.

Imitating her older friend, she opened her labia with her fingers
and placed the tip of the toy at the entrance to her vagina.  She
pressed it in firmly, withdrew, then pressed again, pushing
harder on the base.  Something went 'pop' and she gasped.  It
didn't hurt.  Well, it hurt a little bit but a lot less then
stubbing her toe or getting stung by a bee.  In and out, in and
out, a little farther in each time, until the rubber cock was
buried all the way inside her 14-year-old pussy with the fake
balls touching her butt cheeks.  'This does feel good,' her brain
acknowledged.

Jennifer experimented.  Pumping the dildo with one hand, she
squeezed her nipples with the other but could only do one at a
time.  Rubbing her clit with her thumb while the dildo was all
the way in felt good but she couldn't move it in and out at the
same time.  But if she used her other hand, her nipples ached for
attention.

Frustrated, Jennifer looked around her room.  A pile of hairpins
caught her attention and she got up, holding the dildo in with
her hand as she waddled over to her dresser to get two of the
pins.  Back in bed, she closed her legs to hold in the fake penis
so she could used both hands to spread the hairpins open and let
them gently close on her nipples.  She sighed with pleasure at
the feeling of her nip's being hugged firmly.  'Now I can
concentrate on my pussy,' she told herself, once again flopping
back on the bed and grabbing the vibrator.

Jennifer started slowly pumping the dildo again as she worked the
vibrator up and down to split her labia.  She found that swirling
the tip of the vibrator while thrusting the dildo was something
like patting her head while rubbing her tummy--difficult--and
frustrating.  As she became disgusted with her inability to reach
a climax, Jennifer stopped.

The vibrator didn't.  Its humming continued.  It felt good.  Real
good, Jennifer decided, pressing harder without moving it.  She
rocked her hips up.  That was even better.  Rocking faster felt
even better.  But as she tensed, approaching 'the big O', she
lost her concentration and her clit lost contact with the end of
the vibrator.  More frustration.

'One more try and then I'm going to sleep,' Jennifer told
herself.  She held the dildo still and put her thumb out to hold
down on the end of the vibrator while she gripped its base with
her other hand.  She concentrated on just feeling.  So nice.  So
hot.  So incredible.  Tension built until... Boom!  Her body
shook, trembling through the first orgasm of her young life.

The glowing numerals on her clock radio read '1:47' when she woke
up, chilled.  The radio was still playing.  Her light was still
on.  Hairpins still squeezed her nipples.  She quickly pulled the
pins off and massaged the purplish and completely numb knobs.

She peeled the rubber off the dildo and put it back in the
shaving kit.  She twisted... Agh!  Blood was finding its way back
into her nipples.  They burned.  'Like when my hands got so cold
they got numb,' Jennifer told herself, giving one nipple a pinch.
That hurt too much to try again.

The vibrator's batteries were dead.  As she looked for how...
"Geez, that hurts," she said aloud, cringing as tingling joined
the intense burning in her nipples.  The sheath came off the
vibrator before she discovered that the batteries went in from
the bottom.  All she had to do was screw the swivel switch beyond
'OFF' and the bottom of the device came off.  She poured the dead
batteries into her trash bucket and put two new ones in.

To distract herself from her throbbing nipples, Jennifer pressed
the smooth, hard plastic into her groin, parting her pussy lips
and holding it firmly against the side of her clit.  'Practice
makes perfect,' she told herself as she felt her body respond
quickly to the strong stimulation.  Her heart was pounding in her
ears.  Her nipples felt like they were going to explode.  Her
whole body tensed again and then exploded in convulsions of
pleasure.

--==*==--

"No!  Not yet!  Not now!  We haven't finished Lamaze classes,"
Katy whined.

"They told us that one or two of us wouldn't... Deep cleansing
breath... in... out... and blow.  Good," Bruce smiled, beginning
his role as coach.  "And this might just be Braxton Hicks
contractions."

"We shouldn't have been screwing," Katy whimpered.

"Dr. Learner said it was OK."

"Not now.  My waters broke.  And you broke it."

"I know we can't continue," Bruce sighed.

"I'm scared."

"Only of the unknown," Bruce said, trying to reassure his young
wife.  "This is normal.  You've done everything else they talked
about, nesting and all that.  You're ready."

"We just moved," she growled.  "I still have to get us settled. 
I couldn't ...oh..."

"Deep cleansing breath...in..."  Bruce checked his watch.  With
each contraction, he was more certain that he would soon be a
father.  Excitement mixed with fear.  He and Katy were already in
better shape than many of their friends.  Both of them knew other
young women whose babies who would start life without a father.

Katy was sweating.  Her contractions were stronger than he
expected.  He felt a pang of guilt about pressuring Katy to let
him fuck her once more.  He knew his cock wasn't sharp enough to
break the amniotic sack.  It wasn't really his fault, he told
himself.  But he still felt guilt.

At Katy's last appointment, Dr. Learner told them that it was
likely that Katy had a 'false period' and that she was almost
nine rather than eight months pregnant.  Now that he knew more
about pregnancy, Bruce was convinced that she had morning
sickness before the period that the doctor used to calculate the
date of conception.  He and Katy were relieved that the baby
would soon be there.  They were also terrified.

"We better get to the hospital," Katy told him after the
contraction subsided.

"We have hours," Bruce grinned, glad that they had taken the
natural childbirth classes.  "Relax."

"Oh, here com..."  Bruce checked his watch again.  Maybe they
_should_ start toward the hospital.  He coached his wife through
the contraction, then called Dr. Learner and helped Katy to the
car.  Another contraction tightened Katy's belly while he brought
the bags out.  Katy panicked until he made it back to coach her
through the pain.

Bruce drove to the hospital calmly and safely.  Everything went
just like the nurses described during the Lamaze classes.  They
were preregistered and prepared.  Once he got to the hospital,
Dr. Learner commented, "I love you fit young women who take good
care of yourselves and your babies."

--==*==--

"Isn't he beautiful?"

"Handsome," Bruce told his wife.  "My little man."

"I bet you already bought a baseball mitt."

"A football and a hammer," he chuckled, watching his son nurse at
his wife's breast.  "Can I have a taste?"

"It's just colosterum so far."

"Colostrum," Bruce corrected.  "It's supposed to be sweet.  And
we still need to toughen your nipples."

"Benjamin's doing a fine job of that all by himself," Katy
giggled, looking down at the tiny mouth working at her nipple. 
"But I guess it wouldn't hurt."  She unfastened the other cup of
her nursing bra and held her breast out to her husband.  She
swooned at the feelings of both nipples being sucked at once.  "I
love you," she said, directing the thought to both of her men.

Neither answered.  A mouth full of swollen nipple secreting
delicious sweet fluid effectively gagged them.  Katy felt sorry
for her husband.  He looked exhausted.  He probably was now that
he was working two full time jobs.  She rarely saw him except at
meals and in bed, where he slept.  Their sex life had ended with
Ben's birth.

"That tastes good," Bruce grinned.  "Really sweet."

"Glad you like it.  Can we talk?"

"Is it going to be one of _those_ talks?"

"Yes.  Bruce, I need to contribute to our family welfare.  I
can't just stay at home doing nothing while you work two jobs."

"It'll be better when it warms up," he told her.  "Once spring
gets here and construction starts again, I'll find one good
paying job with plenty of time-and-a-half overtime."

"Until next fall when it gets cold again," Katy told him,
carefully controlling her tone and emotions.

"We'll make it.  We agreed that one of us will be home with
Benjamin.  He's not going to day care."

"I'd be working at night," she grinned at him.

"Not at a Seven-Eleven," he frowned.

"No."  She was still smiling.  Bruce wasn't.  "How would you like
to be married to a sex goddess?  A stripper?"

"Oh, no," Bruce roared.  "No.  No way.  I will _NOT_ have my wife
strutting around naked in front of a bunch of strange men!"

"I'll have to practice," Katy grinned at her husband.  "A lot. 
On you."

"No."

"It'll still be a while, probably Thanksgiving, and Benjamin will
have to be at least partly weaned and on some solid foods.  I
have plenty of time to convince you."

"No way," Bruce insisted.

"I can talk you into anything, you know," Katy grinned at him in
the way that she had learned melted his resistance.  "And right
now I want to talk you into giving me something to suck on.  You
and Ben have been getting all the good sucking."

"You can't manipulate me like that," Bruce growled.  "I won't let
you."

"Let me what?  Suck your cock?  Whip it out, stud, before Ben
here gets old enough to know what's going on."

"Damn you, woman.  You're going to drive me nuts."

"I'll suck on your nuts if you'll bring 'em over here."  Baby Ben
napped while his mother got down on her knees and sucked her
husband.

--==*==--

"Lap dances are half price for this song only," Katy told her
husband, grinding her hips at him.

"How about a free sample?"

"I'm not doing this for pleasure.  Pay up or I move on to the
next guy."

"Baloney," Bruce laughed.  "You're enjoying every second.  I
think I married an exhibitionist."

"A very scared one," Kaitlyn whimpered, embracing her husband.

"A very excited one," Bruce chuckled.  "You're on your way up to
the top of the first hill on a roller coaster.  You feel scared
but you know you'll love the ride."

"I only ride you," she told him, kissing him deeply.  She started
the grind again, reaching for his zipper.  "So pay up."

"Will you take an I.O.U?"

"No.  Pay up or I move along to the next guy."

"I guess you'll have to move on," Bruce sighed.

Katy looked at her husband.  "Really?  You're really going to let
me do it?"

"You've been nagging me ever since Ben was born.  You've made all
your plans about how we're going to pay off all our bills and..."

"And you're going back to school.  We'll save.  We won't even get
a new apartment yet, or even another car.  I'll have the car in
the evening and you'll have it during the day.  And every night
when I get home, we're going to have wild sex so you don't feel
neglected.  I'll need to buy some outfits, but I can start off
with what I already have and..."

Bruce let her talk.  Although he teased her about how much she
was enjoying it, he knew she was terrified of taking her clothes
off in front of strangers.  But she discovered that two of her
friends from GWU planned to try stripping.  They decided that
they would work at the same place.  Their audition would be on an
amateur night.  If they did well, they would be hired.

Katy was definitely excited.  All she talked about was what they
would do with the money that she would make.  Bruce had mixed
feelings.  He felt inadequate that he couldn't support his
family.  But he knew that they needed the money.  He would go
along with it... at least for a while.

--==*==--

"You're really serious about stripping?"

"Yes," Maria answered.  "It's the only job I know of that'll pay
enough that I can really be independent and go to college, too. 
Working at Roy Rogers doesn't even pay the bills."

"I hope I'm not too old," Darlene sighed.  "I've heard that
strippers are washed up by thirty."

"Feature performers, maybe," Lucy told the group of women
collected in Bruce and Katy's tiny apartment.  "I've seen a
fifty-year-old make decent money.  The guys are going to love
you.  Most guys are into big boobs.  If nature didn't provide
'em, most strippers go for boob jobs to increase their income."

"I don't intend to do this 'til I'm fifty," Darlene said.  "As
soon as I have eight thousand in the bank, that's it."

"Will we have to go all the way?  Completely naked?" Katy asked.

"Yes," Lucy answered.  "But think 'nude' rather than naked.  Are
you ready?"

"No," Katy whimpered.

Everyone laughed.  "Bruce is your only audience.  How bad can
that be?" Maria asked.

"I'm pretending I'm in the club."

"Good," Lucy told her.  "Are you ready now?  Good.  You get paid
anywhere from minimum wage to about ten bucks an hour by the club
but most of that is withheld for taxes.  To make good money, you
have to hustle table dances and lap dances."

"I thought lap dancing was illegal."

"Shit," Katy cussed.  Ben let out a wail and her left breast
instantly squirted a stream of milk.  "I can't..."

"Yes you can," Lucy contradicted.  "There are quite a few guys
out there who'll pay extra for milky boobs.  Now, ladies, let's
go over the rules.  There can be no sexual contact.  How that's
interpreted changes with what county you're in, politics at any
given time, if the police chief takes bribes, you name it. 
What's OK today might change tomorrow, and you could end up
arrested for indecent exposure or lewd and licentious acts.  So,
Maria, if you ever want to be a lawyer or doctor..."

"I just want to meet a dreamy man who wants to make a dozen
babies with me and live happily ever after."

"Katy?"

While nursing Ben, Katy shrugged.  "I have no plans like that."

"Darlene?"

"I kind of like the idea of scandalizing people."

"OK," Lucy grinned.  "Then within limits, the nastier you are,
the better your tips.  Start with a gimmick to get their
attention.  I start my act by deep-throating a sausage."

"I doubt I could even give a decent blow job," Maria groused.

"Then do something else, but get noticed.  Gaudy jewelry, maybe. 
A belly chain and ankle chains are good.  Bright neon stuff,
maybe.  Leather, rubber, whips, and chains are always good.  Do
some experimenting, OK?"  When her three students all nodded,
Lucy went on.  "Once you catch a guy's eyes, make him think
'sex'.  Sex sells.  That's why there's a woman in a bikini in
beer ads, car ads, camera ads, vacation ads, you name it.  Bump
and grind isn't a very good description.  It's more like making
love...  Scratch that.  It's like fucking air."

"Hump and grind," Katy giggled, thrusting her hips forward as she
switched Ben to her other breast.

Maria's expression looked odd.  "Maria?  Are you all right?"

"I'm sorry," Maria smiled.  "It _is_ about sex.  That's why some
strippers use a snake as a prop.  It's a penis substitute,
right?"

"Right, a phallic symbol," Lucy acknowledged.  "Like my sausage
or the pole that's part of the stage in a club.  So, make the
guys think about sex.  Make their cocks hard and..."

"...all the blood drains from their brains," Maria laughed.

"Are you brainless yet?" Katy asked her husband.

"Nope.  You all still have clothes on."

"That's another thing," Lucy told them, trying to be serious. 
"Strip tease and shows are for the featured performers.  If you
want to try it, come up with a performance that's sexy, artistic,
and unique.  Otherwise, stick with the basics.  A set is three
songs.  Start out in something sexy and bare your boobs during
the first song.  Get naked by the end of the second song and then
convince everybody that you're the sexiest dancer in the place
during the third."

For several minutes, everyone nervously stood, waiting.  "Have
you picked music you like?" Lucy asked to break the tension.

"I have," Maria said with a broad smile.  "Hot salsa."

"Good.  What's your stripper name?"

"I'm gonna stick with Maria.  It's so common that ..."

"You're Salsa.  Hot Salsa.  Hot, sexy Salsa," Lucy told her.  "If
you work long enough, sooner or later you'll run into somebody
you know.  How about you two?"  She turned to face Katy and
Darlene.

"Betty," Darlene answered.

"Kitten," Katy offered.

"OK, I guess.  Betty Boobs and Sex Kitten?  That'll do.  How
about music?"

"I found a few things I think I can dance to," Darlene answered.

"You have to be able to dance to anything.  You don't get to pick
the music for table and lap dances.  You have to dance to
whatever's playing, so we're all going to dance to every song. 
OK, Maria.  You're first."

"Mental Mistress says, 'Get nasty,'" she giggled, slipping the CD
into her boom box and pressing 'PLAY'.  Maria lifted her arms and
began to dance. 

"You're a natural," Lucy smiled, joining her friend and former
student in rocking and thrusting her pelvis in time with the
music.  A minute into the song, Lucy yelled over the music, "Now
your top."

'Lose the top,' Mental Mistress ordered.  Maria had to obey.  She
peeled off the athletic bra top as sexily as she could manage. 
Maria was thankful that neither Lucy nor Mental Mistress, "MM",
ordered her to remove her thong panty.

"Not bad," Lucy grinned as the third song ended.  "I'd put a slow
one in there, though.  Otherwise you'll be exhausted."

"Do guys tip better for fast or slow?"

"That depends on what they think of your dancing, but it's easier
to slip a bill under your g-string or garter if you're not moving
quite so fast."

"And you'll need the break," Darlene added.

"And you're next," Lucy said, pointing her finger at the end of
her outstretched arm.

Darlene was puffing after nine straight minutes of dancing even
though she chose a slow song for her third number.  Like Maria,
she removed her top, but just simulated removing her panties. 

Katy went all the way but felt clumsy.  They collectively decided
that they all needed more practice.
