Message-ID: <1013eli$9705292324@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Krieg Lite Subject: Quartet (Mf+ young teen cons) Chap 1 - Repost Not long ago I picked up an ancient desktop computer at a yard sale, figuring that I might be able to make it into a decent fish tank. I was a little surprised when I got it home to see that it actually booted right up. It had a massive 20 megabyte hard drive in it, and a little quick investigation turned up an invisible partition. And on that partition was the following story: WARNING! This story contains some rather naughty things, not suitable for innocent eyes. So if your eyes are innocent, or the legally constituted authorities of your political entity have decreed that you are too young to partake of such naughtiness, then please pass on leaving this unread. ======================================== QUARTET Chapter One I was working when the doorbell rangÉor at least trying to convince myself that I was working by drinking lots of coffee and pounding the keyboard as though what I was doing were productive. The interruption was welcome, and I got up and opened the door without bothering to wonder who it might be. The four of them were standing there in their plaid skirts, white middy blouses, and strange grins. Three days before, on Tuesday, I had been at the mall around lunchtime shopping for a few essentials, or perhaps just trying to avoid working, and I didn't think I wanted to know which was really the case. I was on my way to my car when they came running frantically up to me. "Mister!" one of them had shouted, "Can you help us? Please?" I had looked around for homicidal pursuers, and finding none, cautiously offered that I might be able to if they would tell me what kind of help they were looking for. They all began chattering excitedly but I picked out a couple of garbled references to "Kelly" and it became clear through all the confusion that they were hitchhiking. They had overstayed their lunch hour at the mall, and now they were in danger of being late for their afternoon classes at Bishop Kelly Middle School, a couple of miles away. Being by nature a good Samaritan, or at least not being in any hurry to get back to work, I agreed to give them a ride back to school. All the short time they were in the car they regaled me with tales of the mall, of boys they loved and teachers they hated, of mischief they had perpetrated (most imaginary, some not, I had guessed). I had navigated the distance briskly enough to get them back on time, and as I pulled to a stop, they jumped out, never breaking the cadence of their conversation, but thanking me profusely. As they went running up the steps one of them had turned, made hugging motions, and blown me a kiss. Now here they were, standing in front of my door on Friday morning. As I was trying to remember who was whoÉthey were collectively Jen, Karen, Sam, and Sue, but the name-face pairings were a little fuzzyÉthe one I thought was Jen said "We brought you some cookies!". Sure enough, another (Sam, I thought) proffered a paper bag which most assuredly held something which smelled like cookies. "Can we come in?" said a third. "Oh, of course. I'm sorry. Come on in," I said in some confusion, and stepped aside. "I hope you're not too busy, Mr. Marshall." I was starting to get them mentally sorted out. Sue had been the speaker, and the one who had asked to come in. "Well, I was working, but I needed a break anyway, so you're not interrupting. But how did you find me, andÉ shouldn't you be in school?" "We're cutting classes!" blurted the one I thought was Karen. Then Jen offered an explanation of sorts: "Your name and address were on all that mail in the back seat. The rejection notices," she smirked. I smiled. "Oh. You found my collection," I said. "Yeah. And then this morning at Home Ec we made cookies, so we decided that we'd bring you some to thank you for saving our lives before," she continued. "Well, thanks. I appreciate it. But you really didn't need to, you know. I was glad to help." Karen offered an alternate explanation, "It's too nice a day to be in school, anyway." They were all looking around at my monumental clutter in knowledgeable appreciation. I suspected that their mothers would not appreciate my example. In the brief pause, I tried to put names to faces. Samantha (Sam) was the knockout. She was tall and trim, with dark auburn hair and emerald eyes, and could easily pass for eighteen. I suspected that she might be a little self-conscious about her development, and that perhaps would explain her apparent shynessÐÐat least compared to the others. Jen was a cute little redhead, slim with a light smattering of freckles. Sue had long light brown hair, dark blue eyes, and was at least as well-endowed as Sam, though she looked more her age; a lot of her baby-fat was still with her. Karen was the blonde; slender and petite, beautifully clear-cut features. "We don't want to bother you or anything, but we thought maybe you might like to take a break along with us today," Jen said. "Thanks, Jen," I said. "I appreciate it. I think I could use a little change of pace. What did you have in mind?" "Oh, nothing in particular, really. Just kinda hang around and relax." I had the distinct feeling that Jen was not being totally honest. The look of anticipation on the faces of the other girls told me that there was something else coming. "Do you have any cards?" she asked casually. "I'm sure I have some around here somewhere, but I don't have any idea where they are. I can get some, if you like." "No, that's okay," said Sue. "I have some here." Jen took the deck from Sue and asked expectantly, "Do you know how to play Hearts?" I assured her that I did, and she said, "Great!", riffled quickly through the cards and extracted the deuces of clubs and diamonds, and explained that with five people we would play with fifty cards, pass left, right, double-left, double-right, hold, hand to the left of dealer leads anything except a Heart, Queen of Spades breaks Hearts, break Hearts anytime. We all sat in a rough circle on the floor and she quickly dealt out five hands as Karen took a piece of paper from her notebook and started a scoresheet. As might be expected from the way it started, the game went quickly. The girls seemed to be going out of their way to act like girls: squealing, giggling, and generally having an obvious, and obviously artificial, good time. I got into an early lead, but the girls began to team up against me and I got crushed, with Sue the winner. "That was fun," I said, quite honestly. It had been fun, though the fun wasn't exactly all in the Hearts game, but rather in trying to figure out what was really going on, and simply in the presence of the girls. "Yeah. It was. Wanna play some strip poker?" asked Jen innocently. I felt the blood pounding through my veins. These girls were all within a year of thirteen, I guessed. I was over forty. What on earth did they have in mind? "Well, sure. Why not? How do you want to play?" Jen had been shuffling and playing with the deck. She reached behind her, took the two deuces which had been unused in the Hearts game, inserted them in the deck, and said, "Five card draw, nothin' wild. Winner gets to take one piece of clothes off anybody she wants. Or he wants, of course." I grinned. "Something sounds a little wrong with that, somehow." I paused. "After that last game I have the distinct feeling that I might be a little outnumbered here." Jen gave the appearance of giving the matter some deep thought and then suggested, "Well, maybe you're right. What do you say we give you an advantage? If you win, then you get to take one piece of clothes from each of us. OK, gang?" They all nodded and made acquiescing noises. "That sounds a little better, but it still sounds like I have a reasonable possibility of losing four times as often as I win, wouldn't you say?" "Well, maybe, but then the payoff is four times as much, right? So it's still fair." "Tell you what. How about giving me the option of either taking one piece of clothing from each of you, or four pieces from any one of you?" Jen's eyes narrowed. "I don't think that's fair, either. One of us could be out in no time. Let us talk it over a minute." The girls all put their heads together and began whispering conspiratorially. When they broke, Jen offered, "OK. How about this? Whenever you win, you get your choice. You can take one piece from each of us, or two pieces from any one of us." "Done!" I said. "Deal 'em." Karen won the first hand, and she leaned over and pulled my shoes off. "Hey!" I protested, "that's two pieces!" "Nope," Sue said. "Stuff that comes in pairs counts as one." "Oh. OK" I won the second hand, and took the shoes from each of the girls. Karen won again and took my socks. Then Sam won and took my belt. Then I won another hand and took all their socks. Moving to each of the eight legs in turn, I braced one hand behind a knee and with the other pulled soft fabric down along a calf and off a foot. My heart was starting to throb madly. Jen won and took my shirt. Sam won again and took my tee shirt. Things were getting breezy. I won and decided it was time to make a move. I moved to Jen and said, "I think you're going to have to stand up now, Jen." I took first her skirt, then her half-slip with my double move. She blushed, but didn't protest. Through her thin panties I could see the faintest trace of a wisp of hair. Sue won the next hand, and came over, slowly unbuttoned my pants, slid down my zipper, said simply "Lift," and when I lifted my hips from the floor, pulled my pants off. I was glad I was wearing briefs instead of boxers, but my erection was still very obvious. Next hand was a dead standoff between Jen and me, so it didn't count and we threw it in. I won the next hand outright and moved toward Jen. She turned red as a beet as I started unbuttoning her blouse, but as I opened it up she seemed to lose her embarrassment. She pressed her chest out to me as I pulled the blouse down and over her arms. She was wearing a chemise, and I was sure the other girls were as well. I began gently pulling the chemise up and over her head, and she lifted her arms to let me take it off. She was left in bra and panties. "OK, dude," she said. "It's OK Corral time." She dealt the cards. I had a pair of nine's and kept an Ace as kicker. She dealt me an Ace and a seven. My Aces up felt pretty good. But then Sam slowly turned over three fives. She grinned and faked a move toward Jen's bra, then came over to me. She said, "I think you have to stand up this time." I did so. She put her fingers inside the waistband of my briefs on each side and started to pull them down; then she realized that there was an obstruction. She slid her hands forward and stretched the elastic out to clear it, then pulled my briefs down around my ankles. She patted the back of my calf and said, copying Sue, "Lift." I did so and she pulled away my last asset. I was bankrupt. "Well, what now? Do we just keep playing?" I asked as I sat back down. "Yeah! But not poker!" laughed Sue. She reached over and touched my cock, just letting her finger run lightly down the top side. Then she circled it with her fingers and let her thumb press into the bottom. "It feels neat," she said, "it's kind of twitching." She carefully stroked it a couple of times, then released it. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. Jen was next. "Why don't you just lie back and relax, Mr. Marshall?" she said as she reached over and squeezed it a couple of times, then stroked it. I leaned back on my elbows. She was tighter and slower than Sue, but just as tentative. "It's kind of rippledy feeling, isn't it? And there's kind of a soft place on the bottomÉ" she trailed off. "And this part is real velvety, real nice." Next Karen tried it. She grasped it tightly and moved it back and forth a couple of times, then twisted it left and right before stroking up and down three, four, five times. All she said was a thoughtful, "Uh-huhÉ." Pre-cum was starting to flow freely now, and it trickled down over Karen's fingers. She ignored it, but Jen spoke up and asked me if that was the stuff that was kind of a lubricant. I confirmed it. Sam moved up very close and bent over to examine it carefully as her fingers lightly moved it out of the way and she began to roll my balls back and forth with her other hand. "Hey!" she said, "Try these, too! You can roll 'em around and everything!" Now with the first "round" out of the way, they began to chatter excitedly again, for the most part almost ignoring me as they discussed my plumbing, then looking up at me now and then and asking a question or making a comment. By now the fluid was flowing in earnest. They had apparently had this all planned, because they never talked about how much each of them could do as they took turns, but they all appeared to be careful not to set anything off. Occasionally now when one of them discovered something especially interesting, they would each try it briefly without waiting for their turn, then do more investigation when their time came. They had all been around three times, and were starting their fourth cycle when Sue said suddenly, "I wanna try something my sister told me aboutÉ" By this time I was lying flat on my back on the floor, trying to maintain my composure, when she suddenly bent over, threw her hair clear with a flick of her head, and covered my cock with her mouth. She began to suck and chew, circling my cock with her tongue. Jen chimed in, "All right! I got it next!" Karen kept her eyes glued on Sue's head as it bobbed up and down; her eyes glistened, but she said not a word. Sam looked on in horror for a moment, then gurgled "Oooooh, Gross!" She turned her head away briefly, then couldn't resist turning back around to watch in fascinated disgust. Sue was, quite honestly, starting to drive me crazy. I was already on the brink from the game and from having all the girls play with me, and now her mouth was about to finish me off. I wanted to warn her, but I couldn't speak. There were excited voices contributing a counterpoint, but I couldn't sort them out. Sue kept sucking, licking, chewing, and finally I couldn't hold out any longer. My back arched and I groaned loudly as I felt my jism explode into her mouth. Her head jerked slightly but sharply, but she hardly missed a beat. There was a loud gasp from one of the others, I couldn't tell which. She continued to suck and swallow as I shot a second stream, and then a third, into her. When she felt my spasms subside, she pulled away, sucking to get every last drop she could. When she pulled clear, Jen burst out "Did you get his cum in your mouth, Sue?" Sue opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue to reveal a trace of my white stuff along the top of it. She licked her lips, swallowed, and with a huge grin on her face said, "Yep." "How was it?" Jen wanted to know. "It was absolutely great," Sue answered. "I wanna do it again." "It's my turn next, Sue!" Jen protested. She started to turn toward me. "I don't think there's any left right now, Jen. I think I got it all," Sue said complacently. "That's not fair, Sue! You should have left some for everybody!" Jen said indignantly. "Not me!" exclaimed Sam. "That's really gross! How can you do that?" "I'd like to try it, too," said Karen. "But I don't think I want to get a whole lot. Just a taste, maybe." "There'll be some more pretty soon, won't there, Mr. Marshall?" Sue tried to appease Jen, who was really starting to look upset. Without waiting for me to answer, she turned to Karen. "Kar, if you want to try it, now would be a good time. He won't have much left for you now, and when you're finished, maybe he'll be ready for Jen." "OK, I think I will." Without another word, she quickly lowered her head as though she didn't want to give herself a chance to change her mind. She took my cock into her mouth and began to suck. After being drained by Sue, I had started to soften a little, but now I began to come fully erect again. Karen's head began to bob up and down as she sucked and chewed. She pulled away briefly and said to the assembled multitude, "This is neat. I like this." She began licking the bottom of my shaft, flicking her tongue up against my glans, then she licked all around the head before taking me again into her mouth. Then she began to work on me again. "Karen, you better not take all of him this time like Sue did!" Jen warned. "I won't," Karen promised. But she kept working on me, and I could feel the pressure building. I reached down and put my hand lightly on her head, trying to warn her, I think. I think she could tell something was happening, too, because she began to suck more vigorously. Suddenly, I gave her one long spurt. She took the full force of it at first, then tried to open her mouth to take me like a water fountain I suppose, but when she did, the tail of the stream trailed up along her cheek tracing the side of her nose. Startled, she quickly stuck me back in her mouth and began to suck again. "Karen!!!!" Jen screamed. "That's not fair! That was my turn. You promised you would save it for me!" Karen gave a last long lingering lick over the head of my cock, and then turned to Jen. "I meant to, Jen. Really, I did. I just couldn't help it." Unthinking, she wiped her face with her finger and sucked it clean, too. "Oh, you just couldn't help it, huh? Well that's just too bad. And what am I supposed to do now? You suck!" When she realized what she had said, Jen blushed as deeply as when I had removed her clothes. "Yeah. I guess I do, don't I?" Karen responded. "Pretty well, too, huh Mr. Marshall?" "UhÉ" I said. "He can't talk yet, silly!" Jen was grinning again. "Can you, Mr. Marshall? But I get the next one for sure, right? And it's gonna be the biggest of all, too, right?" "I dunno, Jen," Sue cautioned. "He's probably dry for sure by now. I guess we can try to pump him up again, though. OK, Mr. Marshall?" I nodded weakly. "Anyway, Jen. You're the one he was trying to undress before. Why don't you let him finish the job? Watch him perk up when he does that." "You wanna finish undressin' me, Mr. Marshall?" Jen said in my direction. I motioned to her to come closer. She came and knelt down beside me. I pulled myself to one elbow, and then to a sitting position. My cock was still more than half erect as I reached toward Jen, put my arms around her, and unfastened her bra strap. I let my hands slide up along her shoulder blades and hook beneath the straps. I slid them down off her shoulders and pulled her bra away. Her breasts barely swelled away from her chest, but they were perfectly formed. Her nipples were erect. "Very nice, Jen," I said. I moved forward to study her nipples, then let my tongue flick across one. She moaned softly. I licked the other, then took it lightly between my teeth. I sucked it into my mouth, then pressed it out with my tongue. I cupped my hands around her breasts and felt their softness. Karen spoke up, "You're right, Sue. He's standing up just as much as he was before, I think. Is he ready yet?" "Nope. Not yet. Give him another fifteen or twenty minutes, I'd say." Sue's sister must have been telling her quite a lot of things. "You can take her panties off too, if you want to, Mr. Marshall." At that, Jen leaned forward, pressing her breast into my face and lifting her hips. I wanted to. Keeping her nipple in my mouth, I slid my hands down along her sides until my thumbs hooked her panties. I pulled them down until my fingers found the crease below her buttocks. I kneaded her firm flesh gently for a few moments and then reluctantly released it to slide her panties down below her knees and off her feet. When they came free, Jen spat out "I can't wait, I'm gonna try it now!!!" She twirled around and dived down to my crotch. Her erect nipple pressed into my side, and my arm was left embracing her thighs. I was wondering whether I dared lift her hips up and over my face when Sam spoke up. "What's he taste like, Jen?" Jen lifted her head from my cock and answered, "He tastes good! That's how he tastes! But those two cunts drained him and there's no juice left for me!" Then she sucked me in again and went back to work. Sam asked the room, "Are you sure it will take him fifteen minutes to do that again?" Sue answered, "Pretty sure, Sam. At least ten for sure." "Okay, then," Sam said softly, "Why don't you let me suck him for a couple of minutes, Jen? You can save it for when he's ready." Karen chortled. "Oh, really, Sam? I thought it was so gross! How noble of you to degrade yourself to help Jen!" "Well, everybody else has done it, and I don't mind doing it if he's not going to get anything in my mouth." During this entire exchange Jen had kept desperately sucking away. Now she lifted her head and said to Sam, "OK, but if you drain him like the others did, I'll dismember you!" She straightened up and then lay back down beside me, turned toward me, and tucked herself in. Sam picked up my tee shirt and used it to wipe my cock. I supposed that she didn't want to share saliva with her friends. Then she lowered her mouth over me. At first she just held it in her mouth, then as her hand cupped my balls her tongue started to probe all around. She gave a couple of tentative sucks, and then she settled into a rhythm. My balls began to ache. I began to thrust almost imperceptibly against her mouth with my hips. Sam lifted her head and announced, "This isn't bad at all. I kinda like this." At that, Jen jumped up. "That's enough, Sam! Get away from there!" Sam backed meekly away. "If you want to do something, why don't you show him your tits? I'll bet your big ol' tits will really turn him on." No sooner had Samantha pulled away than Jen dived down and began sucking me frantically. I watched Sam to see what she would do. She had started to unbutton her blouse when Sue stopped her. "Sam, don't do that. Let Mr. Marshall do it." Sam stopped sheepishly and turned to me. "I'm sorry, Mr. Marshall," she said, "Would you like to undress me?" I nodded. She moved over to me. Jen was sucking and working away. Like a kid saving his appetite for desert, I unfastened Sam's skirt and pulled it off, then finished unbuttoning her blouse and slid it off her shoulder. As I removed her half-slip, Sam began talking to me. "Do you really think this will help, Mr. Marshall?" she asked. I nodded. "Listen, then," she said. "When Jen is finished, do you think I could maybe do it some more? I mean I don't really care if I get stuff in my mouth, I don't think. I just want to try that again, if it's ok with you." I nodded again. I wasn't willing to risk trying to speak. Karen spoke up. "Hey, guys. Instead of Mr. Marshall just doing us one at a timeÉtaking our clothes off, I meanÉwhy don't we let him do us all together, except Jen, I mean. I mean he already did Jen." "Yeah. That's fair," agreed Sue. "Anyway, this is getting kind of awkward for him, I think. Let him up, Jen. Can you stand up, Mr. Marshall?" "ÉI'll tryÉ" I said weakly. Jen started making noises with her mouth, which didn't exactly help matters. Then she motioned me to get up. This was going to be tricky. I twisted to one side, being careful to let Jen follow, then got up on an elbow and tucked my feet back. I rolled up onto my knees, and Jen stayed with me. I got one foot against the floor, then the other girls, laughing, grabbed my arms and helped me stand up. Jen got to her knees, keeping me firmly in her mouth. I was obviously a little shaky, and Sam stood next to me, letting me brace myself against her. Then she moved around behind me and put her arms around my waist, but well above Jen's bobbing head. I leaned back against her, and I could feel her breasts against my back. The contortions of getting to my feet had been distracting, and while I hadn't exactly gone soft, not with Jen in action, the magic had started to go. Then Karen stepped up beside me, curtsied, and said, "My skirt, sire." The magic came back. I reached behind her, unfastened her skirt and let it drop. While I had my arms around her, she leaned forward into me and nuzzled me. She stepped out of her skirt, and off to one side. Sue took her place. She didn't say a word, just took my hands, put them around her to the back of her skirt, and licked her lips slightly. That was all it took. I was far from fully loaded, but I gave Jen a short shot of what she had been trying for. She gagged. She jerked away and spat on to the floor. I think we were all honestly shocked. There was a moment of total silence, and everyone was frozen in place. Then Sue said with real concern, "Are you okay, Jen?" Jen looked pained. She shuddered. Finally everyone moved. Sue and Karen moved to Jen and helped her up. Sam moved back around to my side, but was sensible enough not to turn loose of me, because if she had, I would have fallen. "I'm really sorry, Jen," I said. "I should have warned you, I just couldn't. It kinda caught me by surprise, too." Jen was pale. She looked up at me and said, "I want to try it again." I think I stammered. "I'm not sure I can do it again, Jen." "You damn well better do it again, Mr. Marshall," she said coldly. "And next time, you better do it a ton, too. It just caught me by surprise and went down the wrong way that time." Sue spoke carefully, "Jen, I don't think that's fair. Mr. Marshall isn't exactly a kid, you know. And he's been real nice about giving everybody a chance. Why don't you just wait till next time and we'll let you go first then." While I was wondering what she meant by "next time", Jen spat back, "Well, he's got some more undressing to do, doesn't he? I want a fair chance, not like before. This time I'm gonna wait to start sucking until he's ready, so I'll know when it's gonna happen." Sam spoke up. "Jen, if it's all right with youÉ" Then she stopped, perhaps thinking better of it. Jen sat suddenly and sullenly cross-legged on the floor. "Go on," she said, "Get him pumped up again." "Okay, Jen. Whatever you say," Sue responded sardonically. "Now where were we?" She backed me up against the wall, and put my arms around her again. Suddenly her breasts seemed huge. I unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She moved away like a dancer, and Karen took her place. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I thought I could feel her heartbeat against my fingers as I unbuttoned her blouse. Her hot breath against me as she leaned forward to let me drop the blouse off her shoulders was not imagination. Since the wall was providing my support now, Sam had moved in front of me to watch the proceedings. Jen had now buried her head in her arms, only now and then glancing up to make sure we weren't cheating. Sue and Karen kept alternately stepping up in front of me to be undressed until they, like Sam, were wearing chemise, bra, and panties. The ceremony was now proceeding almost soundlessly, reverentially. Sam moved up and whispered to her two like-clothed friends. They went into a sort of huddle and then lined up in front of me: Sue on my left, then Karen, and then Sam. Jen was now watching intently. Karen counted, "One, two, three!" Three hands flashed out. Stone, paper, scissors. Karen won, and stepped forward. I took off her chemise. She stepped back and Sam offered herself. Then Sue. I now had one naked teenager sitting on the floor, and three others standing in front of me in bra and panties. Ah! Wilderness were Paradise enow! Karen counted again. This time it was Sam who won and stepped forward. When I took her bra off, her breasts jutted proudly out at me, and she still looked eighteenÉor twenty-three. I couldn't resist letting my hand slide along the side of one as she stepped back and let Sue take her place. Surprisingly, Sue's breasts were actually larger than Sam's. I slid my hands beneath them and weighed them. She grinned slyly as she saw my expression. Karen was looking more and more crestfallen as her turn came. She shouldn't have. Her breasts were small, even for her age, smaller even than Jen's. But they were beautiful. I touched them respectfully, then leaned forward and kissed each of them. Then kissed each of her nipples. She gasped, and held my head tenderly against her for a few seconds. Then she stepped back, and in a faltering voice, she counted again. There was a tie, and she counted again. This time she won again herself. Instead of stepping forward herself, she motioned toward Sam, leaving herself for last again. Sam moved to me to offer her panties. I claimed them slowly, treasuring each pubic glimpse, and equally the feel of her flesh as I slid my hands down along her buttocks, then her thighs, then her legs. When Sue moved up for her turn, I found that she had not a few wispy traces, but a full, magnificent, bush. I stared at it in awed admiration for a few seconds, and then she placed her hands on the back of my head and began pressing me forward. Just as I started to extend my tongue, she stopped me. I looked up at her in anguish, and she said beatifically, "Later," and stepped back. Karen moved to me with her panties, the last article of clothing still worn among the five of us. I slid them down and off of her. She had only a tiny wisp or two, but her body was perfect. I leaned forward, and lacking courage for what I wanted, kissed her belly just below her navel. She cradled my head to her and stroked my hair gently. Sue broke the spell by saying, "Judging by the way he's dripping, Jen, I'd say he's just about ready. Do you want to try him again?" "Yeah. But I want him lying down like he was before, OK?" I gave Karen's buttocks and thighs one last loving caress, and started to lie down. Sue and Sam helped me down. I was lying flat on my back with the girls kneeling around me. I had one arm around Sam's hips, and the other around Karen's. Sue was beside Karen, and Jen was moving into position between my legs. Sue and Sam began to caress the inside of my thighs, and my cock was pounding uncontrollably. Jen swallowed, looked up at me and said, "You tell me when it's coming, OK," and took it into her mouth. Whatever misgivings she might have had, Jen was not shy about sucking and licking. She wasn't going to give up. Karen moved her hand to my nipple and began teasing it. Sam saw what she was doing and came in on the other side. I could fell my cock starting to twitch strongly. I cleared my throat. My cock started to tingle. I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to hold out, so I said, "JenÉ" She answered with an "Mm-Hmm," which didn't help much. I said, "Jen, you'd better get ready, I think." She nodded. When she nodded, she pressed her tongue into the bottom of my cock and had her teeth resting lightly on the top of it. I moaned, "Jen!" and fired a small load into her mouth. This time she fared better. I felt a couple more small trickles slip from me. She kept sucking and pulling until there was no more to be had. She sucked it dry, then spread her hands above her head in a sign of victory. She bobbed her head a couple more times, sucking hard and squeezing with her lips and tongue. I was squeezing Karen and Sam for all I was worth, too. When an anguished and voiceless cry finally came gargling up from my throat, Jen finally pulled her head up and off of me. Sam looked at her admiringly and said, "Better this time, huh, Jen?" Jen looked briefly at her, eyes sparkling, then spat my cum into my tee shirt, which she had found on the floor. "Yeah," Jen answered. "It was really great. I knew that I had a problem before because I got caught by surprise." "Then why did you spit it out this time, Jen?" Karen probed. "You're supposed to drink it." "Haven't you ever seen a wine tasting or anything? You're just supposed to taste it to enjoy it, you're not supposed to swallow it." " Oh. Really? Well, I like swallowing it, Jen, so if you're just going to spit it out, why don't you leave it for the rest of us?" Karen persisted. "Do you think there might be a little bit left?" asked Sam, "I want to try just a little, if that's ok." The last appeared to be directed at me, the first might have been, too. The nearness of all this fine musky girl-flesh was proving too much for me. I groaned slightly. "There might be a little left, Sam, just a few drops maybe. I don't know if I can make any more for you now or not, I just don't know." "Don't worry, Mr. Marshall. It'll be ok. You've been real nice, so you just relax; I'll just take whatever's left this time and you can make some more for us next time, ok?" There was that "next time" again. I was trying to figure out what to make of it when Sam moved slowly into position and lowered her head. Karen was still sitting next to me: caressing me, idly running her fingers through my hair, and humming softly. Jen and Sue were standing on the other side of me in a quiet discussion. Sam's mouth took me in, and she began almost languidly to massage me with her tongue and suck rhythmically. Incredibly, with Sam sucking me, Karen caressing me, and totally surrounded by naked girls, I fell into a dreamlike state, and my erection began to subside. Sam began to chew softly, apparently enjoying the different feeling. She lifted her head, covering me with her hands, and said, "I like that, Mr. Marshall, and I got a little of the leftover, too. Enough to get a little taste, anyway. Thanks a lot." Then she went back down and resumed. She was cradling my balls and gently feeling them as her mouth worked. My erection started recovering. Jen and Sue sat back down next to me, watching Sam and Karen. "How are you guys doin'?" Sue asked. The voices could have been coming from a distant room, or another planet. Karen took her eyes from me and looked at Sue. "Fine here, Sue. Sam is trying to get some more. I don't know how she's doing. When are we gonna do this again? We need to make some kind of plans, you know." "We've been talking about that," Jen said, "and I think we've got an idea. Mr. Marshall, can you talk now or do you want to wait until Sam finishes?" I could feel the tingling again, getting stronger. I tried once to speak, but no sound left my lips. I was trying to think, but couldn't finish a thought. I felt soft hands on my chest. And then I felt my balls erupt. There couldn't have been more than a few drops to be fired, but my whole body shuddered. Sam sucked with all her might; she chewed and pulled, and took all that I had left. "Way to go, Sam!" someone shouted. I thought it was Karen. Sam kept me in her mouth, now softly chewing again. "I'm impressed, Mr. Marshall," said Sue. "Just relax for a couple of minutes, and then we'll talk. I'll tell the others what Jen and I had in mind, but I'll repeat it for you when you're ready, so you don't have to worry about it, ok?" She continued without waiting for an answer from me, which was smart because she would have had to wait for a while. I was totally drained. I was also almost completely soft, even though Sam never stopped chewing on me. "You're kind of a writer, right? Well, why don't you offer to give writing lessons to a small group. You would have to charge enough to make it believable, but I'm sure we could get our parents to let us do it. We could meet one or two evenings a week at least. You could make up an ad for the bulletin board down by the mall, with tabs and everything, and we could take all of the tabs." "Wouldn't we have to do a lot of writing or something, though?" asked Karen. "There would have to be assignments and everything, and we would have to really learn something or our parents would probably get mad at Mr. Marshall." "Don't you think it would be worth a little extra work, Karen?" Jen responded. "And anyway, what could it hurt?" Sam lifted her head and said, "I think it sounds like a good idea. I don't mind doing some extra writing. I think it would all be fun." She took me back in her mouth and resumed her chewing. "Can you talk while Sam is doing that, Mr. Marshall? Do you want her to stop so you can think about it? Did you even hear what I was talking about?" Sue spoke slowly and clearly for me. I cleared my throat and said, "It's all right.I heard what you said. I don't know. It sounds a little risky to me. What if somebody wants to know more about it? What if somebody else wants to join? What if your parents get suspicious?" Sue had the answers, or most of them. "Don't worry about that. You can put your name and phone number just on the tabs, and we'll take all the tabs before we put your ad up on the board. It will be ok." "When can we start?" asked Karen. "Lets make up the ad now and take it to the mall," said Jen. "Then we can talk to our parents tonight and get them to call Mr. Marshall this weekend and we can start next week." Sam was chewing on my soft cock as if it were chewing gum. She raised her head and said, "We oughta let Mr. Marshall make up the ad, though." She looked up at me. "Will you do it for us, Mr. Marshall?" What could I say? I nodded slowly. The girls cheered. Sue looked at Sam and asked, "You through, Sam? Can he write it up now?" Sam nodded and sat back on her heels. The other girls helped me to my feet and steadied me as I tried to get my balance. Sam stood up and took my hand. They quietly and respectfully led me to my desk. I sat down and took a couple of deep breaths, then reached into a drawer and pulled out a 5-by-8 card and rolled it into the typewriter. I began to type. Professional Writer conducting seminar for small group. Reasonable rates. Private tutoring available. I left room on the bottom of the card for a dozen tabs. wrote my phone number on four of them, took a pair of scissors and made the cuts. I handed the card to Sue and told her, "Be careful no one notices you put this up." "No problem, Mr. Marshall. We'll take care of it. Our parents should start calling you tomorrow." She tore off all of the tabs and handed out the ones with phone numbers. "I'm still not sure what I'm going to say, you know. How much do you think I should charge?" Karen answered, "Music lessons are about twenty dollars, but that's for one person for a half-hour. If we make the lessons an hour, then each of us should probably pay about fifteen dollars, maybe." They all seemed to think that was about right to be affordable without being suspicious. I thought for a few moments. Prison probably wouldn't be all that bad. And I would have my memories. Besides, the way things were going they might never take me alive. I gave them a wry smile. "Well, then. I guess we'll try it." They cheered again. I suddenly realized that I was still naked, and surrounded by naked girls. I pushed back the chair and stood up. The girls moved up to hug me; Karen stopped abruptly and said, "Wow!" The others all began to ooh and aah. I was rock hard again. Each of them reached out to touch it affectionately. Sue spoke up. "Let's save some for next time, ok? He's done more than we could have expected today, anyway. Is there anything else you'd like to do before we get dressed, Mr. Marshall?" She looked at me with an evil twinkle in her eye. I looked around. None of the others gave any indication that they knew what Sue was talking about. I considered briefly. Plans and writing classes were all very well, but this could still be the last chance I would have. I cleared my throat. "Yes, Sue, I think there is. I'd like to give each of you a thank-you kiss." She smiled and stepped forward. I bent toward her and kissed her neck, then crouched down and ran my tongue around her nipple before taking it briefly into my lips. I took her breast in my hand. It was warm and firm, and very squeezable. I dropped lower and kissed her belly. She placed her hands on my head and moved it lower. My lower lip touched soft hair. My tongue slipped out and began searching. It found her clit and licked across it two or three times, then, tasting her juices, slid shallowly into her. Her hands pressed my face firmly into her and she rocked her hips slowly. She began to sway gently, then she said quietly, "You're welcome," and moving my head away, pulled me up as she bent over and kissed me on the lips. Then she stood up, said, "Next," stepped aside, and began gathering up her clothes. Karen said quickly, "I'm next," and stepped in front of me, nearly knocking Jen aside. Jen glared at her but didn't say anything. I remembered the delicious taste of Karen's slender body and looked greedily at her erect nipples. I began with her eyelids, wanting to make it last. She made soft purring sounds as I moved down her body. When I took her nipple between my lips, I could feel her heart pounding. There was very little to mask her heartbeat, after all, but the sensation thrilled me. As I worked my way down across her belly my hand touched her inner thigh, and I felt the wetness flowing from her. When my tongue found her opening and slid into her, she shivered. Her taste was maddeningly exciting, and my tongue began to lap deeper and deeper. Her hands clenched in my hair and began to press me hard into her. Her hips began to rock with increasing force. She began to moan. I covered her clit with my upper lip, then briefly pulled my tongue out of her to lap at it. She pressed harder, and I slid my tongue back into her. I began to match her rhythm, pulling her hips into me and squeezing her buttocks. Suddenly her knees buckled, and she nearly fell on top of me. I caught her and eased her to the floor. She lay writhing on her back, so I moved between her legs, kissed her thighs, and slid up to push my tongue into her again. Her hips thrust violently against me, and my tongue lapped stiffly inside her. She was now moaning loudly and panting. Suddenly her body convulsed. An animal scream came pouring out of her. She shuddered again and again, then fell silent and limp. I slid up to put my arms around her and kiss her forehead and eyelids. She held me languidly and kissed my neck. "Geeeeeze," sighed Sam breathlessly. Jen was silent and wide-eyed, appearing rather shaken. "Next," said Sue sardonically. No one moved. Karen sat up slowly. "I'll go again if nobody else wants to," she said huskily. Sam spoke up, "I'm ready. I justÉ What happens if I ask to stop?" Jen was still silent, and seemed almost in a trance. "Then I stop, of course, Sam," I assured her. "OK. I might stop, but then you can start over, if you want. I'm just a little afraid of what will happen to me. I'll be okay, though." Sam might have been a little shy, but she certainly seemed to understand herself, and didn't mind being honest. I was still on the floor, so I extended my hand to Sam, and she helped me up. I stepped up to her and held her close to me, almost as if we were slow-dancing. Her head was turned against my chest, and I stroked her bare back, feeling her nipples pressed into me. My fingers traced the lines of her ear as I kissed the top of her head. I could feel her heart pounding. I bent to kiss her forehead. She turned her face up to me, and I kissed her lips. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and suddenly I was the one who was on the verge of panic. I recovered quickly, and we continued to kiss deeply. My thumb was tracing the curve of her throat. I bent to kiss the territory explored by my thumb, and my hand ventured deeper. I covered her breast lightly with my hand, her nipple hard against my palm. My hand moved slightly up and down, side to side, teasing her nipple. I crouched lower and kissed the mound of her other breast, then let my tongue circle the nipple a few times before taking it into my mouth. My hand began to press a bit harder, testing the firm resistance of her breast. She was stroking my hair. My mouth began moving to the underside of her breast as my hand slid down her side to the curve of her hip. "Mr. Marshall," she said, "I don't want you to stop, but I want to lie down now before I have to, if it's okay with you." Without a word, I straightened up and held her hands, lowering her to the floor, then lay down beside her and returned my attention to her breasts. She began purring softly as she continued to stroke my head. Her breasts of course had a totally different feel when she was lying on her back, and I wanted to absorb that feel completely before I moved on. Also, from this position I was able to drop my hand to her thigh and slide my thumb up to rest against the side of her clit, and her fluid soaking my fingers made me want to prolong that feeling as well. Finally, however, I slid my hand down behind her knee and let my lips and tongue trace a path down across her belly to her mound. I found her clit with my tongue and sucked it gently into my mouth, then began to press it out and suck it back in slowly. Sam gasped once, then through a strange deep voice that I had never before heard from her said, "It's okay, Mr. Marshall. You don't have to stop yet." So I didn't. I moved slightly and thrust my tongue into her and began probing deeply. Her hips began to move. I picked up the rhythm. By this time I was lying almost straight between her legs. Suddenly she lifted them and locked them behind my neck, bringing her feet down into my back. Now my upper lip was pressed against her clit while my tongue was thrusting into her. Her strong legs made certain that we were in sync. She began to make short, sharp, voiceless sounds with each thrust. With her thighs pressed tight against my face it was impossible for me to miss the cramps as they started. Her muscles became hard and knotted against my cheeks. As her hips became immobile, I reached beneath them and used my arms to press her into my face with no break in the rhythm. Then she screamed and thrust violently into me. I thought for a fraction of a second that she might break my neck. The spasm died quickly and she fell back limply. But her thighs were not limp at all, they were still rock hard and knotted so tightly that it must have been very painful. I wanted to move up and kiss her and hold her, but first I had to do something about her cramps. I began to knead the muscles with both hands, pressing so hard I was afraid I would leave bruises. She was writhing in pain. The muscles began to move. They were still hard, but they weren't completely rigid. Once the cramps began to break up, they went away quickly, and I soon found myself massaging firm but normal thighs. Sam reached up and playfully ruffled my hair. "Well, I think we made it, Mr. Marshall. But we're going to need a lot of regular practice, I can tell." I was getting ready to apologize for the cramps, since if I had been doing my job properly the worst part at least could have been avoided. But on second thought Sam was right. We just needed more practice. I fell back flat, posturing exhaustion, then pulled Sam on top of me. I held her tightly and kissed her on the lips, then rolled her off to the side where I wrapped her in my arms. I made a feeble attempt at humming the theme from "Rocky", and said, "Yeah. Olympic quality practice, I'd say." I looked up. Sue had put her clothes back on and was sitting back against the wall watching with mild interest. Karen had gathered her clothes, but had not put anything on. Jen had all of her clothes back on and was standing stiffly away from the wall; she still looked somewhat dazed. Sue waited a few seconds to get the timing exactly right, and said, "Next." Jen was silent. Karen said, "I'd like to go again, if I can." Sue chuckled, "No seconds this time, Karen. You can wait until next week for your next lesson." Sam finally asked the question, "Jen? Don't you want to try? It's your turn, if you want." Jen looked a little pale as she answered, "I'd like to, but I don't feel well. I think I need to get home. I'll try it next time for sure." Sam had already started to get dressed, but Karen was still stalling. "Jen, can I have your turn? That wouldn't count as seconds, would it? Not if Jen gave me her turn." "No seconds means no seconds, Karen. Get dressed, girl." Sue spoke as though she meant it. Karen pulled on her panties and began getting dressed. Sue continued to the rest of us, "OK. We've got to get this ad up on the bulletin board this afternoon. Let's get going, gang." I started to get dressed again, too. Sam and Karen finished getting dressed and then the girls all inspected each other to make sure that no traces of the day's activities were evident. When they were satisfied, they headed for the door. "You'll hear from our parents this weekend, Mr. Marshall, and we'll see you again next week," said Sam as she reached the door. "Don't forget our cookies. 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