A Difficult Question

by Oblivion

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Herein lies a work of fiction. It springs forth from this mind of mine, half formed and in need of shaping, molding and polishing. In reality there is only so much I can do in this isolated mind of mine, it takes the help of others to find the weaknesses and flaws so they can be removed or strengthened. This why I need your help. Good or bad your responses to what I've written can only help me write better, and that, for me, is my ultimate goal. Also, I am looking for a couple of people who would be willing work with me as editor and proof readers, if you're interested please let me know.

Remember, this is fiction, what happens is not real. In many ways it should never become real. It belongs in this realm of make-believe so that it may entertain and maybe teach us.

It is my hope that you find enjoyment here and will want to come back. I know that most of what I've written is unfinished, mostly that is because without any response from those of you who wander by I lose the drive to keep working. A count of hits has no meaning, no substance, just the fact that someone looked, I don't even know if it was even read? Your response entices me, prods me to work. I would be willing to pick up any of my works and continue them, but without interest, that will only happen as the mood strikes me.

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One: First Steps

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Tim Karnes liked the mornings. They were his. His to be alone. The time before the rest of the family was up. Time when he could explore his base desires without the fear of getting caught. Time that he could read the stories that engorged his cock. Time that he could have the gallery of tied women slowly, oh so slowly, flash past as he read the stories that kept him hard and stroke himself to orgasm. He would spend an hour each morning in the basement office, naked, knowing that no one else would disturb his pleasure.

***

Fifteen year old Charlotte Hastings liked the mornings too. Every morning she took Renford, their retired Greyhound, and ran. The peaceful pre-dawn hour was her time. In the summer, like now, she ran almost barefoot, she'd talked her dad into making her a pair of sandals like she'd heard about, ones like the men who ran ultra-marathons wore. They were almost silent, no hard soles to slap the ground, her gait had become much smoother, flowing. It had taken a while but her form was improving as well. 

Renford loved the run, he would race ahead, outpacing her, then run back to egg her on. Charlotte just kept to her pace and clicked off the distance.

Most mornings as they returned she would sweep in through the gate and grab one of the worn tennis balls that were Ren's favorite toy and she would spend another fifteen or so minutes tossing the ball for Ren to retrieve while she cooled down. That morning, she could only find one ball, so when when she tossed it and Ren missed it she figured she better get it back before ending their morning fun.

What had once been a well manicured hedgerow between the houses was now a mangy, overgrown  mess. It had encroached right up to the wall of the Karnes place and except for being trimmed around the first floor windows was well over six feet high.

Charlotte worked an opening into the mass of vegetation looking for the ball. What she found instead was a window well into her neighbor's basement. 

***

The room was well lit, Tim liked it that way, he liked to look down at his oiled cock and watch his hand slide up and down it's length. On the left hand monitor the slowly scrolling story climbed the screen. On the right the images of naked, or nearly naked women, bound in rope transitioned from one to another. Tim had well over two thousand pictures in the file and was always looking for more.

***

Charlotte froze. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she saw the pictures on the screen. As she watched Mr. Karnes leaned back in his chair and he pulled a towel over his left leg. His hand was moving in a steady rhythm, rising, then dropping as he stroked his hard cock. Every few strokes he would run his fingers over the glistening tip and shudder. She got some good looks of the head of his cock as she watched. 

***

Tim felt his approaching orgasm and leaned back, this was the good part. His eyes focused on the image of the girl on the screen.  She was slim and pale, her arms were tied in a reverse prayer. Her face was against the floor, her ass thrust up. The ropes that bound her dug into her white flesh, her legs tied so that her ankles were  pressed hard against her ass, her knees spread wide. Her shaved pussy was stretched by the large dildo stuffed in her cunt, a hairy hand gripping the end, just barely in the scene.

***

The sudden jet of Mr. Karnes' orgasm startled Charlotte. It shot from his shinny cock and landed on his chest. The next three spurts landed progressively lower and then the last two seemed to just well up, covering the head in a thin milky white flow. But not for long, his hand kept stroking and as it did he ran his fingers over the top and pulled the liquid down as he continued his strokes. 

***

"Ahhhh..." he sighed, eyes finally closed as he felt the added slippery feel of his cum mixing with the oil on his cock. He craved that slimy feel almost as much as all the rest.

***

Charlotte saw Mr. Karnes let his head roll back against the chair and quickly pulled herself away from the window. She was flushed and breathing hard, almost as hard as when she was running. She could feel her pussy's heat too, and the spreading wetness. She looked around the yard quickly and turned back to work over the part she had made in the hedge when she'd gone after the ball. Once she was satisfied that she had left no trace that she had been there she heaved a sigh of relief and looked around again. 

Ren was laying quietly, watching her.

Her breathing was slowing but her pussy ached like it never had before, a hollow, empty feeling that scared her. When she remembered what she'd just witnessed the sensation grew and she felt her nipples tighten and her face flushed. The aching need to touch herself was so strong. She couldn't wait, she knew it, she'd never played with her pussy during the day before, but she knew she wouldn't be able to wait for night and the quiet darkness of her bedroom, not this time. 

She called Ren softly and he rose to follow as she almost ran to the back door. The shower, she thought, she always showered after her run, if it took a little longer than normal would her mom or dad notice?

The ache in her pussy said no.

***

Tim absently watched the pictures on the screen change as he wiped the cum from his body. He felt languid, sated, warm. His right hand still fondled his softened cock until he reluctantly wiped the mixed oil and cum leavings away. As he worked the cloth through the matted hair of his groin he wondered again if he could convince Brenda that shaving his cock could be sexy. 

When he finished he slipped his shorts and T-shirt back on, shut down the computer, disconnected the external hard drive and locked it back in the filing cabinet he kept his business files in. Then he took the soiled towel to the laundry room where he added it to the load of clothes he'd brought down from the bathroom earlier and started the wash. He wondered for the hundredth time, or more, what Brenda would think if she knew why he'd started "helping" with the laundry.

Back up stairs he woke the kids for the day, of the three only Janet wasn't in day camp this year. Satisfied they were all moving he headed for his shower.

***

Charlotte let the pulsing flow of the shower massage work her pert tits, the needle like feeling on her nipples sending waves of pleasure down to her aching pussy. Her soapy fingers were working hard on her clit and she knew she would cum soon. She couldn't decide which image made her hotter, Mr. Karnes' hard cock, or the rope bound women.

She gave in to both as she wondered what it would be like if she was the one tied up, that Mr. Karnes was jacking off to.

Her knees went weak as her body trembled, her fingers sliding back and forth through her soapy cunt. Low grunts, barely kept in check, rose from her chest and her hips thrust with each of them.

She finally let herself slide onto the floor of the tub, her legs splayed. The warm pulsing water hit her clit and she writhed as another orgasm hit her.

***

Tim waved at Brenda as he pulled out of the drive. He was dropping Tyler and Kim off on his way to the office.

***

Charlotte let the curtain fall back into place as she turned from the window, she didn't know how many times she had looked out, she couldn't stop herself. She was wondering how often Mr Karnes did... did what she saw. The ache started again but she didn't give in because she knew her mom was just down the hall. She wanted to ask someone what was happening, she thought she knew, but nothing she'd heard from her friends fit. 

She spent a long time that day thinking about what she'd seen and knew she wanted to see more.

***

Later that day, after her mother went to the store, she went back out to the yard and started looking closer at the hedge. It took a while but she finally found a way behind it that she didn't think would be noticed. Close to the front of both houses a fence bridged the gap between the structures and the hedge grew right up to it. What she discovered was that she could slip between the fence and the hedge. Once there, she found that on the back side of the hedge the foliage, low to the ground, was very sparse, in fact, with just a little trimming she would be able to create a path that led all the way along the wall of the Karnes place. It wasn't perfect, but she'd be able to crawl to where she could see the window again.

Once she'd gotten herself back out she hurried to the garage and started collecting the tools she'd need. She got a gallon sized zipper bag from the kitchen to put them in and tucked them behind the hedge, next to the fence. The anticipation she felt was growing, she could feel the dampness between her thighs and the fabric of her panties seemed to press far too tight. She was frustrated, her pussy aching. 

She wondered how much longer her mom would be gone.

***

By lunch time Tim was locked in his office using his cell as a hot spot and surfing for more pictures. The morning's meeting had been a waste, just more blather about a project that was on time, on budget and would make them millions. As project leader he wanted to be done, he was way past being done with it and was looking forward to the next challenge.

But for now, he browsed through some of favorite sites, looking for those few pictures that would make his cock twinge.

***

'Damn, Damn, Damn...' thought Charlotte, mom still wasn't back and the ache in her pussy was still throbbing. If she'd only known, she could have used the last hour and a half making her path... or, Oh, God, or... spent it running her fingers through her hot, wet, pussy...

***

To Janet Karnes this was the best time of the day, her mom had just left for work, dad wouldn't be home for hours yet and her kid sister and brother wouldn't be home from Day Camp for another two hours either. Up in her room with the door standing wide open Janet stood in front of her mirror. Her fingers were trailing up and down the line of buttons on her blouse, flicking each button in turn. Going up, her left hand would slide to the side and cup the mound of flesh that had really started growing the year before. She would pause there, softly squeezing herself, feeling her nipple getting hard.  After  counting to twenty she would release the warming flesh and continue the journey to the top, then watching intently, her fingers slid under the button there and let it slide through the hole. 

On the way back down it was her right hand that wandered, giving an equal count of twenty to fondle her other budding breast.

"It really is unfair,' she thought as her hands touched the top of her shorts, 'that my blouse has so many more buttons that my shorts.' But she slid her hand down between her legs anyway and pushed the crotch hard against her pussy.

Slowly, trip by trip, she opened her blouse, then the fly of her shorts, timing it so she could drop both from her body on the same trip. She liked watching as they fell. Liked how her little mounds were revealed as the blouse fell away. Liked the feel of the fabric as it brushed over her hard little nipples. Liked how her pussy looked, hiding behind the panties she pulled oh, so high, into her wet crack. The puffy folds of her pussy straining for their own unveiling.

She kicked her shorts to the side and spread her legs, her hands now running almost constantly between her breasts and pussy, letting one finger press as far as the tight fabric would allow. Now, at the top of each pass she would pinch her tight nipples then lift her hands to her nose to smell them, to savor the tangy aroma that clung to her fingers.

One, two, three more times, then, the next trip her fingers lifted the hem of her panties and slipped inside, down, across her still smooth mons and into her slit.

***

Charlotte couldn't take it, she couldn't wait, not any more. She ran up the stairs and into her bathroom, closed and locked the door and began stripping off her clothes. In moments she was seated on the toilet with her legs spread wide, her fingers pulling moisture from deep in her pussy and rubbing it into the hard fleshy protuberance at the top. Her engorged clit felt like it was almost singing to her as her fingers danced over it. 

Stroke by stroke her body spasmed and shook, her legs quivering, her chest heaving.

A deep, almost guttural sigh escaped her lips as the first waves of her orgasm rose within her.

'Oh, God,' she thought, 'Oh how sweet...'

***

Janet shuddered as her body responded to what her fingers were doing. It felt so good, so right.

Moments passed and she wallowed in the feelings of her body, wanting more, but not knowing what that could be. In time she willed her hand and fingers to stop, still not satisfied, but resting in the warmth of what she had felt. 

After she calmed down she slid her panties off so she could finish her afternoon adventure.

***

Her breath still short Charlotte made herself move, her mom could be back any time and she couldn't, wouldn't, let herself be caught. Over and over her parents had told her about the evils of her body, that if she gave in to it she would be damned. She knew without doubt that what she felt now was the evil she'd been warned of. And now, experiencing it, she knew he parents were wrong, that it was wonderful.

She ran water in the sink to warm it up and grabbed a cloth, wet it, and with a touch of soap cleaned her slick pussy and hands. 

Dried and dressed, Charlotte went to her window and looked out, hoping that her mom's car would still be gone. It was and she sighed in relief.

Movement at the back of the Karnes house caught her eye. It was the screen door to the patio slowly opening. She was instantly concerned, to her knowledge, no one should be there, the three kids always went to camp in the summer.

So she peeked though her curtains, waiting to see who was there, wondering if she should call the police now, or wait until she knew for sure what was happening.

***

Janet was doing everything wrong and she knew it. She moved slowly through the house, opening every set of curtains, unlocking every door. She even opened the front door, but left the screen door closed, but unlatched. The light breeze of the afternoon whispered through the door as she stood before it, naked. Cars passed by on the street but she didn't move except to follow their progress as they passed.

No one looked. She knew they wouldn't, not once in the six days she'd been doing this had anyone even glanced as they whisked by, oblivious to what was just behind that door.

Janet waited, each day she had set a new goal. Today it was to wait until the hall clock struck two.

The minutes passed but she never once looked at the time, she just stood there in the doorway, her nipples hard, moisture slowly dripping down her legs.

When the first chime sounded she jumped, her heart pounding now, sweat beading on her skin. But it passed and she was proud of herself. She turned and headed for the kitchen. She had one more challenge for the day.

At the back door she again stood in front of just a screen door, but this time would be different. 

There were five houses where someone could look out the second floor rooms and see into her backyard, but she knew that almost everyone would be gone this time of day. Of course, she couldn't be absolutely sure, but that was part of the challenge, part of her personal dare. She had looked at each house on either side on her street and had seen all the cars gone. But there was no way to check the ones on the next street, none at all.

Slowly she reached for the knob, her breath ragged.

It turned under her hand. She started to push.

***

Charlotte saw the hand as the door opened, it was small, smaller than she expected. Then a head started to come into view, one with shoulder length brown hair.

She let the breath out she hadn't know she had been holding. It was Janet, the twelve year old girl next door. Her tense body was relaxing now that there was no more danger, when it was just her neighbor, one she had even babysat for before.

But there was still... something...

***

Janet took a deep breath, this was more than she'd ever done before.

She let her eyes roam over the yard, then glanced at the windows she could see, nothing.

Pulling herself upright she gave a little nod to herself and stepped out onto the patio...



 

