Four Sisters, Part 3  (Mffgg slow)

This never happened. I wish it had, but it's all fiction.  The girls exist but none of this ever happened. So, read and enjoy but remember, it's MY fantasy, not yours. Please don't steal my fantasy without my permission.

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It was Mary who brought Cha-Cha to play in the yard the next day. She seemed to have something on her mind but couldn't bring herself to say it. I let her follow Cha-Cha around the garden, pretending to be concerned about him. Ten minutes of silence went by so I took the reins.

"You don't seem comfortable with the way you look," I said.

"What?"

"You act like you don't like your body."

"I don't."

"What don't you like?"

"I'm too fat."

"Not at all. Maybe you could be thinner but you're certainly not fat. You just have a little more meat on your bones than your sisters do."

"Yeah, right," she said, dismissing my opinion.

"Look, sweetie. If you want to look pretty you have to think pretty. You walk around with your shoulders hunched and your eyes down like you're just a weed in a bed of roses."

"That's how I feel."

"I know. You don't need to change your body to be pretty, you need to change your thinking."

"How?"

"First, by showing off a little."

"Showing what?"

"Well, your titties, to start with. You've got a nice little pair growing there. Throw your shoulders back and let people see you've got something under your shirt. Push your chest out and thrust those little puppies out front."

She giggled. "You're funny." Then she went on, "I don't have enough to push out there. Look at Chrissy. She's got these really big ones and she can pop out all sides in her bikini. I just have these little ones and they don't even fill my bra yet."

"Maybe your bra is too big."

"Whattya mean?"

"I mean buy a smaller bra, one that you can spill out of, too."

"Mom won't let me. She says I'm too young to go around like that."

"Well, I think your mom still sees a young girl; I see a young woman."

"Anyway, I've got too much fat and tiny boobs."

"Tell you what. Let's get you something that shows you off better, something that you can feel pretty and sexy in. How 'bout you bring Cha-Cha tomorrow and we leave him here while we walk down to the beach and go bikini shopping."

"For me?"

"Yeah. It'll be my gift."

"But Mom would kill me."

"She wouldn't have to know. You could wear your regular suit to come here and then change into the new bikini that we keep here, just for you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I think you'll really like the way you look in something that fits you. I think you're sexy as hell when you're tanning naked. This way, when you really go to the beach, you can stop by here first and change into your 'pretty suit.' You'll knock their eyes out at the beach."

"You think?"

"I know. You've got great legs and hips and, with a smaller bra, your boobs will make you look like you're 17."

"Well, maybe...." she trailed off in thought.

"I take that 'Maybe' as a 'Yes.'"

"Ok."

"So, you'll do it?"

"I guess." She paused a while to consider it. "You really think it'd make me pretty?"

"It's the combination. If you think pretty, you are pretty. The right bikini will just help."

"Ok."

"So, tomorrow morning, then?"

"Ok."

She had a sort of puzzled look on her face as she left with Cha-Cha. She didn't quite believe but she had moved closer.

She was with the two younger girls when they arrived after lunch. 

Jill announced that she wanted another massage as she stripped naked and lay down on her back on the center chaise, legs spread. Katie said, "I want you to lick me like you did to Jill yesterday." Mary quietly took off her shirt and then, looking away, unfastened and dropped her bra.

"Pull your shoulders back, Mary," I told her.

"She looked at me and smiled as she did, thrusting her breasts forward towards me."

"Is that better?" she asked.

"Much." She bent to step out of her bottoms, still facing me, and I noticed she had a very full dark bush between her legs. I made a mental note that she might have to trim it or have a bikini wax.

Mary straightened up and smiled, much happier with herself than she had been before. She even wiggled her shoulders and her breasts at me, coming even further out of her shell.

"What are you waiting for?" Jill called to me. Take your clothes off. I wanna see if you're hard after looking at Mary's titties."

I dropped my robe and turned toward Mary. She smiled on seeing me in a state of semi-arousal then spread her towel on a chaise and laid down on her stomach, her face turned toward me. Jill was lying supported on her elbows, as she had done yesterday, waiting for my tongue. Katie was sitting sideways on her chaise, facing Jill and looking very curious.

"Let's do something a little different today, ladies," I said. I've been giving both of you pleasure, right?"

"Yeah," they answered in unison.

"But girls sometimes give pleasure to guys."

"How?" Jill asked, as if on cue. 

"They do the same thing I was doing to you yesterday."

"You mean rubbing? Katie asked.

"Yes," I said. "And...." I waited for the answer.

"And ... what?" Jill said.

"And..." I repeated.

"Licking?" Katie guessed.

"Yes, rubbing and licking. It feels good both ways."

"You want us to lick your...thingy?" Jill asked. It wasn't registering at all with her. "Where you pee?"

"Yeah, where I pee. But, like girls, guys get wet, too. Not as much but then it doesn't take much to clean us out. We just have this tiny little hole."

"Lemme see it," Jill shrieked, excited now to find out something new. She sat up, swinging her legs over the side, and leaning forward to where I was standing. Her head was crotch-high to me. She reached for it and pulled me closer, pulling on my dick. How was I to refuse? She had me almost literally by the balls. She inspected it thoroughly, only inches from her face. "Yeah, I see it," she said after looking at it.

"Lemme see," Katie said as she kneeled next to Jill. "Yeah. I see it, too! Wow! It IS tiny." They both had hold of my dick and I wasn't about to stop them. It felt great, if awkward -- two small hands holding me. 

"So, who wants to rub it?"

"I do, I do," they squealed.

"Ok. Both of you can do it. Just hold it like you're doing now, with your fingers wrapped around it. Now both of you move your hand up and down slowly. Get coordinated, girls. Move your hands together -- up and down."

"This feels really cool," Katie said, looking up at me with a big grin. Jill was looking at her hands, concentrating on what she was doing. They soon had a rythm, their hands moving together to stroke my cock. Both grinned at me, proud of their work.

"It feels really great to me, too, girls. You're doing fine."

"How long do we have to do this?" Jill asked.

"It's up to you -- and to me," I added.  It felt good but not great. Two girls' hands moving awkwardly wasn't doing much for me. But, hell, any time I can get two little nymphettes to stroke my dick for me is a good day.

"My hand's getting tired,"Jill said after a couple of minutes.

 "Already?" I asked.

"Yeah, sorta," she said.

"How 'bout you, Katie?"

"Me, too. Can we stop?"

"Any time," I told them, but you haven't made me jump yet, like I made you do yesterday."

"How long does it take?" Katie asked, beginning to tire of stroking my dick with no visible results.

"It depends on how well you do it and how sexy you are."

"We're not sexy," Jill said.

"I have another idea. Remember how I used my tongue yesterday and it was better than using my hand?"

"Yeah," they answered.

"Well, it's better for a guy, too, if a girl uses her mouth like I did."

"On your thingy?" Jill asked.

"Yeah, my dick."

"On your ... dick? Katie asked, in disbelief.

"Who wants to try it?" The girls looked at each other, finally not fighting to be the first. "You can taste it first, before you put it in your mouth, if you want." They looked again at each other. I looked over at Mary, who was sitting now, watching what we were doing. 

"It's ok," Mary, who was watching the whole thing, said. "Chrissy says her girlfriends say they do it all the time."

"They do?" Katie asked. Mary nodded. "Ok," Katie continued. "Move over," she said to Jill. Jill scooted over, allowing Katie to sit directly in front of where I was standing, my cock at face level. She hold it gently and pointed it at herself. She laughed and looked up at me. "It looks like it's just got one eye," she said.

I laughed with her. "You're right: The One-Eyed Monster." She was still drumming up the courage to put it in her mouth. "Imagine it's an ice cream cone," I told her. She looked at me, down at my hard cock in her hand, the one-eyed head poking though her fist, and then back at my face again, steeling herself for the big plunge. Jill seemed to be holding her breath; Mary watched passively, interested but not participating.

Jill finally exhaled. "Do it!" she barked. Katie looked back down at her hand and slowly slipped the head into her open mouth, licking it in long, slow strokes. 

"It's ok," she announced. "Tastes kinda good, actually," she said between licks.

"Close your mouth and suck on it -- like a lollipop," I instructed her. She looked at me briefly while she processed that thought and then slowly let her mouth descend over the head until she reached her hand. Her cheeks puckered inward as she sucked.

"Suck hard, sweetie," I told her and immdeiately she began to try to suck a golf ball through my dick. "Rub your tongue on it while you suck, sweetie. Yes, like that, sweetie. Oh, yes" Omigod, it felt wonderful. The kid was working hard to follow my instructions, creating a lovely suction with her mouth and rubbing her tongue in just the right spot on my glans. She was great, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, watching my face. I could see in her eyes the satisfaction she was feeling as her  cheeks sucked in. She wasn't moving either her mouth or hands on my cock, just sucking very hard and running her little tongue furiously against the underside. She was dead-center on the glans, right at the little "V" below the head, and she was bringing me quickly to the edge.

"Just a second, sweetie," I said as pried her off my cock. "Lie back. Lie down. I'll finish." She had a puzzled look on her face as I grasped my own cock and stood over her sweet little body lying crosswise on the chaise. I knelt between her legs, pumping my cock just above her sweet pussy. It took only a few more seconds after she had primed me to begin spurting ropes of creamy white cum on her chest and belly.

"WOW!" Jill yelled. "What was that?" Katie just lay there, shocked and mystified.

"That's my cum, sweetie," I said.

"Why'd you do that?" Jill continued, her eyes wide. "You got that stuff all over her."

I finished stroking myself, milking the last few dribbles onto Katie's stomach. Jill got up and came over, kneeling beside me to look closer. Katie was still too stunned to move -- or talk. She just looked at all the goo in random lines and puddles. She looked up at me quizzickly.

"So, what is it?" Jill continued.

"Well, you know what happened when I was licking you and you felt better and better until got all floppy and felt strange?"

"Yeah."

"Well, the same thing happens to a guy but, when it does, he shoots out his sperm."

"Yeah, I heard some girls talking about that at home," Katie said. "That's what makes babies."

"Right."

"Are we making a baby?" Jill asked.

"No," I said. "You have to be older."

"Wow, that's sooo cool," Jill gushed. "Can I do it, too?"

"Another time, sweetie. I'm kinda tired right now. Can we just lie here for a while and feel the warm sun on our bodies?"

"Yeah," Jill agreed.

"What am I going to do with all the stuff on me?" Katie asked.

Just lie there for a bit. I'll get a washcloth and clean you up." I dashed into the house and wet a cloth with warm water and cleaned Katie's stomach.

"I didn't like that stuff all over me," she said as I wiped her chest and stomach.

"Most girls like to rub it onto their titties. They say it makes them grow faster and bigger."

"Why didn't you say that before you wiped it all off? I don't have any titties yet. Would it make titties grow even if I don't have any?"

"I don't know, sweetheart. We'll have to try it and see."

We were sitting side by side on the chaise. Katie put her arms around me in a big hug. "We're having so much fun here," she said. "You make me feel so good when we do stuff."

"Me, too," I said. "You just made me feel good, too."

"Yeah."

"That's what guys and girls do, hon, when they give each other pleasure. It's like when I know you like egg salad sandwiches and I make one for you. I know I'm giving you pleasure. Or when I lick your pussy -- same thing.

"Or when I suck your dick."

"Right on."

"Are there other things we can do for fun?"

"Yes, but aren't these things we're doing enough?"

"Yeah, but I don't know about anything, except what you showed us."

"Why don't we just stick with these for a while. We can do different things on different days and we can do them differently some days."

"But will you show us everything?"

"In time, yes. There are some things you can't do until you're older but we can do a lot of fun things now, just like we've been doing. You like the massages, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"...and when I lick your pussy..."

"Yeah."

"...and sucking my dick?"

"Yeah."

"Well, we can do all those things different ways, so they're always fun."

"Like what?"

"Like, when you suck me you keep my dick in your mouth when I cum and you swish it around in your mouth and swallow it."

"Yuck!"

"No. Lots of girls really like it."

"But I wanna rub it on my titties."

The girls tell me that swallowing is even better than rubbing it on. They say that drinking it makes their titties grow even faster. Some days we'll do it one way, some days another. For now, let's just get some sun, ok?"

"Ok," she said.

I went back to my chaise and lay down on my back. My cock was limp and shrunken to its normal size and lay languidly on my stomach. I closed my eyes.

"You're all soft now," I heard Jill say.

"Yeah."

"Can I touch it now?"

"If you want."

She crossed over to where I was lying with my eyes still closed, and knelt beside me. I jumped  at her first gentle touch. "Oh. Did I hurt you?"

"No," I said, eyes still closed. "I wanted to keep my eyes closed and I didn't know when you were going to touch me so it kinda surprised me. I like to be pleasured with my eyes shut. Some people even use a blindfold."

"Why?" she asked as she returned her hand to my cock, resting it softly on top and then feeling every part of it with a very gentle touch.

"I think it's because, when you take one sense away, the sense of sight, the other senses -- touch, smell, taste, hearing -- are magnified. So, it feels good when I watch you touching me but it feels even better if I close my eyes and just feel your hand without seeing it."

"Cool," she said, as she continued to explore my cock, which was now beginning to stir. "Look. It's growing again. It's sooo cool that I can make it do that." She was excited by this new discovery -- something she could do; a power to control a grownup.

She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began to stroke it up and down, as she had seen Katie do. "It's getting really hard," she exclaimed. "Wow." She continued for a while, my cock soon at full size and rock hard, even though I had cum only a few minutes earlier. "Can I kiss it?"

"If you want." I felt her lips touch the tip.

"Can I put it in my mouth like Katie."

"Sure. I'd like that." I felt the tip of her tongue push against my pee hole and then her lips encircling me, just below the helmet. Ohhh, it felt so good to have her warm mouth on me with my eyes closed. Her hand was still wrapped around the shaft.

"Move your hand up and down like before," I told her. She raised her head up and off my cock as she started to stroke me again. "No, sweetie. Keep it in your mouth. Suck on it like Katie did but move your hands up and down. Do both at the same time." The sensations increased as she adjusted to my instructions. She seemed to know instinctively to keep her teeth out of the way but she was kneeling to the side of me and her tongue was rubbing against the side of my cock and not the bottom, where the most sensitive part, the glans, is. "Come up here between my legs, hon," I told her.

"Why?"

"I'll show you." She climbed between my open legs and took my cock in her hand again. "Lift it up," I instructed her, "and look at the underside. See how it has a kind of helmet at the end?"

"Yeah."

"...and see how the skin makes a kind of "V" there?"

"Yeah."

"Well, right in that "V," or just below it, is where I want you to rub with your tongue. That part is just like your little love button and feels really good when you rub it."

"Ok," she said, as she bent forward and buried the head of my cock in her mouth once more. She started to stroke and massage my glans immediately. She put all her efforts into it, her little mouth wrapped around the head and her small hands, which were too small to wrap her fingers completely around the shaft, stroking up and down. 
Her tongue was dead-center on my glans and, even though I had cum not fifteen minutes before, I felt the familiar tightening in my balls as she worked so hard. Too soon, I thought. This is too good to waste by cumming right away.

I watched her blonde pixie-cut hair swish to and from as she bobbed her head. Then she sat up, keeping her grip on my cock. "Am I doing ok?" she asked, her mouth ringed with saliva.

"You're doing great." I looked at her tiny body, her face with the big wet grin and her little dime-sized nipples. Her ribs showed and her shoulders jutted out from her neck at right angles, with no muscles softening the curve. I couldn't believe she could be so skinny and yet have all her energy. Maybe she was skinny because she burned up a gazillion calories a day.

"Are you gonna make the white stuff come out?"

"If you keep up what you're doing, I will. I won't be able to stop it, you're doing so good."

"Super," she said. "Can I rub it on my titties so they'll grow?"

"If you want to. Or you can let it come into your mouth so it can make them grow faster. Besides, you'll like the taste. Cum tastes good."

"Really? Ok, you can cum in my mouth." With that, she went back to work on me. The respite had let me recover a bit but her warm mouth and soft, wet tongue shortly had me feeling the same wonderful congestion in my balls as before. I'm not sure what goes on down there but it feels like pressure building and a sort of stuffiness before the hot liquid boils up and courses through the plumbing and out. 

"Here comes, sweetie," I groaned. "Move back so just the tip is still in your mouth; I'm gonna shoot. She did just that but it was still not enough to keep her from choking as the first glob of semen filled her mouth to overflowing. "Swallow quickly!" I grunted. She had stopped stroking but my cock was pulsing on its own, firing shot after shot of goo into her mouth. Her eyes got wide and she choked, sputtered and swallowed the first two gobs. She pulled off my cock and the remainder went onto her chin and chest. A long string hung from her chin.

"You look really funny," Katie chirped.

"There was too much," Jill said. "I couldn't swallow it all."

"Yeah, and I think you gagged when it hit the back of your mouth," I said.

"Yeah, sorta," she added. "But I swallowed some and I've got some on me so I can rub it in, too."

"You're gonna have boobs like Chrissy's in no time," I told her.

"I hope," she agreed. "Can you wipe me off now?"

"Sure. Wait here." I got the warm washcloth and cleaned her up. "So, how did it taste?"

"It was ok, but I didn't like the coughing part."

"Now that you've done it once you know how it works and you won't have any trouble."

"It was fun, though."

"Good. It was fun for me, too."

"I liked giving you the fun, too."

"That's the best part -- when you GIVE someone pleasure."

"I like it best when you give me pleasure."

"Well, you'll learn."

"I think we have to go now," Mary said from where she had been lying on her back taking in the rays. She was sitting now, her small cones pointing directly at me, apparently not as modest as she had been about showing herself.

"Do we have to?" the other girls echoed.

"Yeah," she said. They all stood to put on their bikinis.

"Who's gonna bring Cha-Cha tomorrow?" I asked.

"Me," said Mary, smiling. The other girls just kinda looked at each other, surprised I think, at how Mary, who was usually the party-pooper it seemed, was so anxious to do the dreaded chore of walking Cha-Cha. I knew it wasn't usually something the girls liked to do. Mary smiled at me as I held the gate open. Jill waved as the three of them walked down the walled street.

Mary came with Cha-Cha about ten the next morning, wearing shorts and a T with no bra. That was progress already. She was all smiles and had her shoulders back, pushing two nice little -- emphasis on little -- titties forward. But they made two nice points under her shirt and the barest outline was vivible.

"Hey!" I said when she stood in my garden. "You're looking great."

"Thanks," she said. "I was afraid my mom would see."

"Are you ready to go shopping?"

"Yeah." She undid Cha-Cha's leash and he went trotting off to find new sniffs and to create a few doggy-machismo sniffs of his own.

We went out into the street, leaving Cha-Caha whining behind us when he discovered he was going to be left alone, and hurried down to the tourist shops along the beach. The shop we entered sold nothing but bikinis in every size and shape, from the most demure to the most outrageous Brazilian thongs that were characterized by thongs so narrow that they just slipped up into a girl's slit instead of covering it. My kind of place! It wasn't busy at this hour on a weekday.

We looked at everything. Mary held up one of the Brazilian thongs and laughed when I shook my head. She found a nice little black bikini that I vetoed because she was already tanned enough to wear a light color.

"I'm sure glad we're tanning nude," she whispered into my ear. "I would have a lot of white showing in any of these suits."

She looked at a white number with square-cut brief bottoms and small triangles of cloth held by a cord around the back of the neck. The material puckered and gathered and didn't really show her off. I told Mary that she should look for something with a smaller top. She blushed. I liked the bottoms but we couldn't find a top to go with them.

A salesgirl appeared and I described to her what I thought would work for Mary. "You're right about the bottoms", she said. "We have an assortment of tops over here
that might work for your...umm...."

"Niece," I said. Mary swung her head a little too quickly.

"...niece," the girl continued. She found a top with a little padding and underwire and held it up. "This should fit your...niece," she said, holding it up. She was clearly unconvinced that Mary was my niece and Mary didn't help by having a semi-permanent blush while the girl was helping us.

"Can she try it on?" I asked.

"Sure," she said. "Remember to wear panties underneath," she told Mary.

Mary disappeared into the changing room for a few minutes, then she stuck her head through the curtain and said, "Can you come in?" The salesgirl nodded and I followed Mary's head back into the little changing stall. Not much room for two people: a full-length mirror, a couple of hooks and a little seat in one corner. "What do you think?" she asked.

The bottoms looked ok, even over a pair of full-cut pink nylon panties. But the top was like the top she wore the other day. Her boobies were just rattling around in there.

"You need a smaller top."

"That's what I thought, too."

"Give me the top. I'll have the girl find a smaller one." I unfasened it before she had a chance to think. This was new ground for her. She allowed me to lift it off and stood without covering herself -- another small victory. I pushed the curtain aside carefully and asked for something smaller. 

The girl smiled and said, "Most dads -- or uncles -- ask for something that covers more."

"Yeah, her dad does, too."

"Try these," she said. "One is smaller and the other is REALLY small."

The 'smaller' one had padding and underwire, just like the first. The 'really small' top was just a couple inches of fabric held by strings. I went back to Mary with the new possibilities.

She put on the underwire version and it looked pretty good. It pushed what she had up and in to show a little cleavage. "Not bad," I said. Then she donned the tiny version and it was perfect. Two little triangles covered her aureoles and nipples but nothing else. There was titty to spare and the design and small cups made her titties spill out around the fabric.

The bottoms worked well with her larger hips. I had a sexy girl in front of me. She thought so, too, I think. She turned and bent and skewed her body every which way to try to see herself from every angle. I noticed that some dark hairs were showing, even with her panties on underneath the bikini bottoms, and figured it would be worse without the panties. I made a mental note to point that out to her the next time she wore this suit. All she said was, "Cool." I knew we had a deal.

I paid for the new suit and we hurried back to the garden. Cha-Cha was glad to see us. "We've been gone a long time," I said. You'd better hustle on home.

She pouted and said, "I really wanted to wear it for you today."

"I know. Where you really want to wear it is at the beach. You want the guys to be drooling over you."

"No. Honest. I just wanna wear it for you."

"That's sweet but don't forget that I get to see you wearing nothing at all -- and that's even better."

"I guess," she said. She came close, stood on tiptoe and gave me a soft, slow kiss on the lips. "Thank you," she said as our lips parted. Shit, I thought. One kiss and I feel myself stirring already. she was well on her way to becoming the girl she wanted to be -- and the girl I wanted her to be.

I took the package from her hand. "This stays here. Remember?"

"Oh...yeah. I gotta go. Thanks for everything," she said as she handed me the package and left with Cha-Cha.

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