Fire Down Below  

Chapter One

By 

Frenchie


“Fire Down Below” is a science fiction story by Frenchie and does not represent people, places or things in real life. The story did not happen and does in no way represent real life activities. If you are under the age of 18, please do not read this story. Leave immediately.

“Fire Down Below” is the story of a man who lost his girlfriend and had dinner at a Chinese restaurant and believes the fortune cookies are telling his future. If sex stories or sex stories between consenting adults and children are not your cup of tea, please leave now. If not, please enjoy the short story, Fire Down Below.

ASSTR Code: Mg*, ped, sex, rom, con.




Rodney woke in a sweat. He had had a bad dream. He was trembling and breathing heavily.

He rose and sat on the side of the bed to collect his thoughts; he put his robe on and went to the bathroom to pee, and then went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. He felt better after the warm liquid replaced his wacky remembrances with reality. He went to work, as usual, but instead of thinking about his work; all day, his mind kept churning his dream over and over in his head. This wasn’t just a dream, like a regular dream , that you’d forget after once or twice around the block; it didn’t diminish in intensity like a normal dream did as the day passed on; no this one kept repeating and repeating and there were newer facets with each later version.

He went home and sat by the phone, because he knew she would call and break up with him, just like in that damned dream. And, sure enough, she called, “Rod, I met someone else and I love him, and…”

When he got off the phone with Julie, he decided to call Dave, if anyone could cheer him up, it was Dave. Dave agreed to meet him at the Golden Dragon restaurant for some Chinese food. Dave listened to the details of the relationship, during dinner, and apparently, it eased the pain of his loss. After the meal, they broke their fortune cookies apart and read their predictions to each other.

“Three little maids all in a row” Rodney’s cookie read. And they laughed.

Rodney placed the scrap of paper on his dresser when he undressed for bed and forgot about it. The next day, he went to work and when he was driving home, he was stopped by a red light at Western and Teal streets. Several people were waiting for a bus at the bus stop and there were a number of people crossing the street, coming toward him.

In the later group, some of the people went to the bus stop, while others continued walking down the street. Then, there was a young girl of about eleven or twelve coming directly toward Rodney’s car. She stopped at the edge of the curb and looked directly at Rodney. He looked back at the girl as the light changed and he drove off.

That night, he had a very exciting dream about that little girl and he was taking a vacation on a beach at the ocean and they were drinking drinks, laying side by side on chaise lounges. She was beautiful, with sparkling eyes, long blondish hair and a beautiful face.

The next day at work, he daydreamed about the dream all day long, until it was time to go home. He punched out at five on the dot, got in his car and drove home, using the same route as he had the day before. When he arrived at the stop, where he saw the girl, he was in the far right lane and there were people at the bus stop and there were people crossing the street just as it was the day before; but, there was no girl and he was very disappointed. He drove home.

A week went by and he forgot all about the girl. Then one day, he went that way again and got caught by the stop light again. There were people at the bus stop and people coming across the street and that same girl was coming toward him. His heart jumped as she walked to the curbs edge, stopped and smiled at him. And, as he looked at the girl, a smaller girl stepped from behind her and walked around the girl and stood next to her; she smiled, also. The second girl was younger by a couple of years, but just as cute with a bright smile. He looked at both children until the light changed and he drove off. 

He was stopped, again by the traffic light, at the next intersection and there were people at the bus stop and people crossing the street, walking in his direction. When the last of the people came over from the far corner, there was another young girl at the rear of the crowd and she slowly walked to the edge of the curb and looked at him and smiled.

Goose bumps completely consumed Rodney’s back and arms as he drove away. When he got home, he had to tell somebody about the happenings of the past several weeks, so he called Dave and they met at the same Chinese restaurant.

“I tell you Dave, it’s uncanny.” Rodney stated. “Remember, the fortune cookie said, “Three maids in a row.”

Dave thought a moment, and said, “But they’re not in a row; two maybe, but not three.” 

Rodney was trying very hard to prove they were his maidens, but Dave didn’t see it that way. They finished their meals and opened their fortune cookies and each read his out loud.

“You are going to be invited to an excursion” Dave’s cookie read and Rodney opened his and read, “Spend quality time with some friends.” 

And, they laughed and finished their drinks and left. Rodney put his slip of paper in the ashtray on his dresser next to the first one and went to bed.

That night, Rodney had a wonderful dream of being on a very large ship with lots of people and there were young girls all around him, dressed in evening clothes, dancing and having a good time. Then the dream faded and he was on a beach with young girls laying by his side and drinking from large glasses filled with liquid and ice and laughing.

The next day, he went to work remembering the dream and reliving it over and over until he had added so much to it that he didn’t really know which parts were real and which parts he had made up.

He went to work the following day and came home, but there was no girls at the bus stops, nor was there any on subsequent days. The month ended and now it was June and June meant there wouldn’t be any classes for children to attend, so there wouldn’t be any girls at the bus stops. It was going to be a boring twelve weeks, so he’d better make the best of it. But, what could he do? There were only a few more days before vacation started and he hoped that he’d see the girls at least one more time.

He called his buddy to see if he wanted some Chinese food and he did, so they met at the Golden Dragon and had dinner and, as usual, they opened their fortune cookies. Dave went first: “You have more responsibility”, then came Rodney’s, “Patience is what it takes”. Neither laughed at these seemingly serious messages, but Dave wasn’t convinced that the girls were in any way connected to these fortune cookie announcements, and he tried to convince Rod that they were just for fun and not to be taken seriously.

“Look,” Rod said, sternly, “What does yours say? Huh?”

“It’s only a general thing that could mean anything.”

“Yeah, but what are you doing?” Rod pointed out; “trying to convince me that they are false. That’s responsibility. And, what am I doing, but trying to rush things, so I need to develop a patient attitude.”

“I see what you’re saying. Maybe you’re right.”

“I know I am.” Rod said, finally. “You’ll see.”

The week ended with no girls at the bus stops and Rodney was taking it hard. Just one more day and vacation would begin and continue for twelve or thirteen miserable weeks.

The next day was June sixth, the last day before vacation would start and Rodney was going to keep a positive attitude all day; there would be girls at the bus stops, and this time he would acknowledge them by letting them know he saw them.

He went to work and did a good job; he was in good humor the entire day and when it came time to go home, he went to the men’s room and washed his face, combed his hair and spritzed cologne on his face, arms and upper body.

The light caught him and he drew to a stop, he glanced to the right and there were people at the bus stop, but no girls were in the group. His gaze shifted to the people crossing the street, but he didn’t recognize anyone. Then, he saw the first girl walking toward him. His heart began to beat faster. Then, to his amazement, he saw the smaller girl, behind the first girl, walking to the curb; as they approached the curb, he waved to them. They acknowledged him by waving back.

‘My gawd,’ he thought. ‘It’s working.’ He waved again, motioning for them to come to his car and they did. His mouth was dry and he was weak and trembling. The taller girl opened the door and motioned to the younger girl to get in. She sat next to him and the taller girl slid in after her, closing the door. Rodney got very nervous as he drove away.

The next light was two blocks away, where he had seen the third girl and the light caught him as he approached. He didn’t bother to look at the bus stop because she was crossing the street like before. As she came up to the curb, the older girl got out of the car and beckoned the new girl to the car. She came and crawled into the back seat. The older girl got back in, just as the light changed and they were on their way. Rodney was calmer now.

“Ok,” Rodney said, “where to?”

“Your place,” the oldest girl said, “of course.”

 “My place,” Rodney exclaimed.

“Why, yes,” the second oldest girl, sitting in the back seat, “where else?”

“We don’t have any other place to go,” said the oldest girl.

Rodney asked. “What about your homes, couldn’t you go there?”

The smallest girl giggled. “We don’t have homes.”

Rodney pulled the car over to the curb and turned the engine off. He turned facing the three girls and said. “What do you mean, you don’t have homes?”

“Just what she said,” the oldest girl spoke up. “We’re going to spend the summer with Uncle Rod.” She said, smiling.

“You know my name?” 

“We know all about you, Mr. Sullivan,” the tyke replied, and gigged a cute, little giggle.

They knew his full name and probably where he lived and worked and no telling what else.

“Where do you come from?” Rodney asked.

“Here,” said the oldest girl, “right here.”

“And, most importantly, who are you?” He demanded.

The smallest and youngest went first, “My name is Brenda Twickle and I’m eight years old.” Next, the middle aged girl, in the back seat, said; “I’m Renee Hawthorne and I’m ten years old.” And, the first one that Rodney saw said; “I’m Janice Randle and I’m twelve and we know that you are twenty-eight years old and you love to fuck.” 

With that revelation, Rodney started the car and proceeded to his house on Mulberry Drive. The girls smiled.

‘I love to fuck” he thought, ‘how could they know that?’ 

When they arrived at Rodney’s house, he showed the girls their bedroom and the rest of the house and went to the living room to try to figure out what was going on. 

Brenda appeared in the doorway. The little girl came over and sat on his lap. He put his arms around her and she cuddled to him and said, 

“I know what it’s all about.” And she smiled.

“Do I want to know?” He asked, seriously.

“Really,” she said, “I don’t think you should; just enjoy yourself. Not everybody gets the chance that you have, so why worry about why or how; just enjoy.”

“That’s all well and good, sweetie, but…” He started to say something, but she interrupted.

“But you’re curious; you’ve got to know; it’s driving you crazy.” She spoke like a grown-up. “Is that it? Leave it alone and enjoy.”

“It sounds like you know best, so I’ll trust you.” And he kissed her on the lips and she kissed him back, with interest.

Brenda was the youngest and smallest of the trio being eight and a half years old and about four and a half feet tall and weighing about fifty-seven pounds with a short, blonde pageboy style haircut and a clear complexion and her voice still hadn’t developed yet; in short, she was a beautiful little girl.

“Where did you learn how to kiss like that? Rodney asked.

She giggled. “You ask so many questions.” She stood up and said, “Come, the others are waiting.

She held his hand as she guided him to their bedroom. She knocked and a voice said, “Come in.”

The room they entered was dimly lit. So dim no figure or object could be seen. Rodney partially closed his eyes; squinting, hoping something or someone would show itself, but only a blue haze lingered throughout the room.

At last, his eyes became accustomed to the ambience and he saw the shadows of the three girls against the back wall. He cautiously went further into the room, almost outstretching his arms, so the he wouldn’t run into something; but he didn’t. He stopped when he saw a figure silently approach. It was Renee wearing tight white shorts and a shapely white satin blouse, delicately caressing her budding breasts, stockings and high heel shoes. Her shoulder length brunette hair shone with bluish highlights and her face was a picture of exquisite beauty. She spoke.

“Rodney, come and make love with me. I’m a virgin, so please take me slow and sensually easy, please.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She was gorgeous and wanting him to take her delicious cherry. He immediately got a rigid hard-on that almost ripped through his pants. He was faint, weak, wanting to be inside her.

She extended her hand; he took it and she guided him toward a beautiful king size bed in the middle of a lavishly decorated room with exotic furnishings, towering draperies and thick, lush carpet. The bed was fitted with white satin sheets and a colorful comforter and the air smelled of lilacs and vanilla.

As they walked closer to the bed, he looked down and saw that he was dressed in burgundy colored, satin pajamas and he had on very comfortable lambskin slippers.

But, the girl had something else in mind and guided him toward a magnificently upholstered, beige Chesterfield that was occupied by a beautiful Jaguar, stretched across the back of the sofa. The cat looked at the people approaching and growled a long, powerful growl. Renee motioned for the cat to come down off the sofa and it growled again before leaving its perch. The cat came toward Rodney and stopped just as he was about to run.

“Pet her.” Renee said, softly.

Rodney reached down and extended his right hand to the cat’s neck and began rubbing back and forth, up and down its neck. The big cat began to purr loudly and moved toward Rodney, bowing its head down, to rub against him for more bodily contact. Rodney got into it because he loved cats and knew how to please them. He got down on his knees and rubbed the cat hard, making it purr louder and the cat responded by pushing against Rodney to the point of knocking him over.

“What? You’ve lost your woody,” Renee chastised Rodney. “You would rather play with a cat than make love to me?”

Rodney got up off the floor and stood up, facing beautiful girl and immediately started growing a hard on. She laughed as the cat scurried away.

“That’s more like it.” She said. “Now, come sit next to me and show me how to make love.”

Rodney obeyed and sat down beside the beautiful young girl who sat in the corner of the couch. He looked her over completely and scrutinized all of her sexual features, especially the way her budding teats were pushing against the fabric of her soft blouse and her flat little stomach beneath her slender waist. His cock must have grown several inches at the sights.

She leaned to him and he put an arm over her shoulder and bent his head down and kissed her full on the mouth. She responded by opening her mouth, extending her tongue to start searching, while he put his other arm and hand to caress her tender breasts.

She cooed as he moved his hand over the little mounds of sensitive flesh and his tongue fought battle with hers. He changed breasts and pushed his fingers around her growing nipples, circling harder and harder and she stared breathing heavily as the rhythm increased.

Eventually, he grew tired of going through the fabric of her blouse so he started to remove it and she helped him by moving in all of the right directions, wriggling to and fro and she bent her body to a more encumbering angle and he more on top of her. He renewed his efforts to pleasing the young lass kissing and feeling over her body. She moaned and growled as he proceeded.

She reached down and took hold of his stiff cock and manipulated it back and forth, up and down and he felt her belly and chest and held her head, stroking her hair between his fingers while they kissed. They were both moaning now and she decided that she wanted to be on the bed, without restriction of the back or sides of the couch.

Still clutched in each others arms, they made their way to the big bed and fell down upon its surface, without missing a stroke. Rodney felt their passion had to be elevated a notch or two, so he left her mouth and proceeded down her body, to her tits, for a little while, then down to her belly which was very sensitive, causing vociferous vocalizations. 

Finally arriving between her legs to a spot soaked with a fine, thin lubricant that had the aroma of musk. He dove his head down to the spot, extending his tongue and opening his lips to suck up as much of the liquid as possible in as short a time as possible. 

“Slurp, slurp, suck,” rapidly moving his mouth about the orifice.

“Oh…” she exclaimed, “Aee.”

“Slurp, slurp, suck,” he repeated, increasing the pace.

She bucked and moaned and growled and her breath grew ragged and spastic.

“Slurp, slurp, suck,” relentlessly, he went causing her an extreme amount of pain and pleasure, until he thought that she had enough and he would get satisfaction, now.

She lay on he bed, out of breath and exhausted, weak and spent while Rodney’s head moved up to her lips and he kissed her; his left hand grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down between her pussy lips, lubricating the probe that would soon be inserted into her tunnel of love.

He aligned the missile at the opening and gave a little push. It went in a little way. He pulled it out and rubbed it up and down, lubricating it some more. He pushed again and it burrowed deeper into her depths and, again, he pulled out and lubricated it.

He was ready now, to take down the obstacle that all virgins must overcome to be a woman: the hymen. He put it against the opening and pushed harder than before and he pushed again, and she whimpered in pain. He stopped to let the pain subside. After a few moments, he withdrew his saber and slowly inserted it, little by little; pulling out a little, as it went in. Almost all of his seven and a half inches were in and he started fucking slowly, at first and increasing the speed as time went on.

She was a virgin before this ritual began because of the tightness which gripped Rodney’s penis.

‘Oh, gawd,’ he thought, ‘what could be more delicious?”

And he kept thrusting in and out of her sweet, tight little pussy.

She began to moan, with increasing loss of breath, causing Rodney to press further and go deeper on each thrust; to hurt the girl with his swollen, rock solid cock. He pushed deeper.

She screamed and thrashed, sideways on the bed, bucking and pushing her pelvis up into his. She started wailing and moaning, low and guttural; sobbing on occasion.

Rodney slowed the pace and she increased her moaning, louder and louder. He figured that he was going in the right direction; slower and slower until he stopped.

“No! Don’t stop. Please!” she cried. 

But, it was too late, the moment had passed for her to have an orgasm; her pussy, just on the brink, twitched and slowly pulsed, but could go no further.

Rodney pulled back and started thrusting in and out again at a decent pace and she was quiet, again, having to accept what he was giving her. He picked up the pace to see what her reaction would be; no change. He increased the speed and waited; nothing. Then, all of a sudden, he pushed in real hard; she let out a muffled scream, so he did it again, harder and she screamed. He did it once more but continued the assault on her pussy, to the point that she was moaning an growling louder and louder, so he slowed down a notch; slower and slower and she moaned louder and louder, until she was ready for her first full pussy orgasm and he let he have it. She screamed very loud; she was breathless; couldn’t breathe and her heart raced, uncontrollably as spasm after spasm shook her young body.

Now, it was Rodney’s turn to spurt the sperm into her sweet pussy. As her spasms were less and less, Rodney’s was just about to begin and, when they did, they hit, hard.

“Oh, my gawd,” he uttered out loud as the spasms began to hit, one after the other, until pretty soon, the feeling was too much to bare and he smacked his pelvis against hers with a force that should have hurt and he left his penis planted deeply in her, all the way down, until he could move again. He lay still.

The two lay on the bed, exhausted, breathless and immobile; they couldn’t move, even if the had wanted to and they fell into a deep sleep.




Chapter Two


“Bring, bring, bring…” the telephone rang.

“Er, hello?” Rodney answered, half asleep.

“Is this the Sullivan residence,” the voice on the other end said.

“Yes, it is,” Rodney answered. He still had cobwebs in his head; he didn’t know how long he had been sleeping.

“Hi, this is the “Fly Away Tour Company” giveaway calling for Mr. Rodney Sullivan.” The man on the other end of the line said.

“Yes, this is he.” Rodney said.

“Fine,” the man said, “if you can answer the following question, your entire family will go on a seven day tour, compliments of the  Fly Away Tour Company, on the “Sea Fiesta” cruise ship of the Bahamas and the Caribbean.”

“Oh, my gawd,” Rodney said.

“Now, are you ready for your question?”

“Can I have help answering?” Rodney asked.

“Yes, any family member can help you.”

“Then, wait until I call the girls.” Rodney said. And he called the girls and he explained what it was all about. Then he said, “I’m ready.”

“Ok, now you have one minute to answer the question. The question is, “Are there any survivors of the Titanic sinking, still living?” You have one minute from now to answer.”

He told the girls the question and they all thought. Rodney had heard a news story about the recent death of the survivors, but couldn’t remember if there were any more.

Brenda spoke up and said that she heard about two survivors in England, but neither one of them could remember the sinking. Both are ninety-five years old.

“Does anybody else have any idea?” Rodney asked. And nobody did.

Rodney told the girls, that if they didn’t have any other suggestions, he was going to give Brenda’s answer to the man.

Rodney picked up the phone and said, “There are two survivors and they live in England.”

The man repeated, “You said, there are two survivors and they live in England, is that correct?”

“Yes,” Rodney replied.

“Did you say yes, Mr. Sullivan?” The man asked.

“Yes,” Rodney said.

“Mr. Sullivan, you and your family are going on a seven day and night cruise to the Bahamas and the Caribbean, all expenses and airfare to and from your home, paid. How do you feel, Mr. Sullivan?”

“Amazed,” Rodney said.

Then, he gave the man all of the particulars about he and his family and the man gave him instructions. The girls were enthusiastic and hugged and kissed each other and cheered little Brenda for having the right answer. We’re going to the Bahamas!  




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