Message-ID: <3485eli$9709011151@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mccoyf@millcomm.com (Frank McCoy) Subject: REPOST: GARANTEE.TXT 250K"The Guarantee" (Mf, cons, incest, teen/pedo, preg, novel) Newsgroups: alt.sex.incest,alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199708311729.MAA05062@midas.millcomm.com> do anything for you, and I don't want you taking advantage of her generosity, then dropping her later." Oh. I thought about it. "Mother," I finally said, "I can't say I'll always be able to treat Suzy as the most important girl in my life, like she is now." (Mother seemed to brighten at these words.) "But, I'll never just discard her like an old shoe, either. If Suzy steps out of my life, it'll be because SHE feels it's right, not because I chased her out. She may be too young for me to marry, but I love her too much for that. So even if I DO find some other girl, or girls, I'm not going to treat Suzy like dirt, just to get rid of her. OK?" Mother looked at me almost sadly, for just a moment. "I suppose that's the best I can expect," she replied. "I know boys your age think mostly about sex, and how to get it. That's why you always try to take out the sluttiest girls you can find." She sighed, then continued, "Someday you'll find out that sex isn't everything, and see what a horrible mistake you made passing up the chance of a lifetime." 25 I stared at my mother's retreating back in amazement. You'd almost think my mother wanted me to MARRY the kid. At least it was obvious that she didn't know it wasn't SEX that kept me from entertaining the idea. Not after that wet-dream of a date the other night! No, it was just that Suzy was too . . . too . . . too young. I almost said "immature" but I couldn't bring myself to insult Suzy that way, even in my mind. In some ways, the little girl was more "mature" than I was. Still, MARRY a thirteen-year-old? Her parents would have my balls, at the very thought of me even thinking about their little girl like that . . . then I remembered her mother's actions earlier. I went to bed that night, thoroughly confused. I didn't even jack- off. Over the next three days, Suzy and I DID manage to "get- together" . . . twice. The first time on Tuesday, we just managed a quick blow-job on the back porch, before her parents came out. I didn't even manage to get HER off, as I was just reaching in her panties to finger her cute little twat, when we were interrupted, by the door opening. Thankfully, I managed to jerk my hand out of her panties, before anyone noticed the obscene place it was in. Suzy turned around and licked a last drop of my cum off her lips, before she turned back . . . . If anyone had noticed the little girl with my white cum drooling down her cheek . . . Wednesday, we just couldn't get together, no matter how hard we tried. All day long, either she was busy, or I was. Not to mention school taking up almost 3/4 of the day. Thursday, we got lucky. My parents had to go to a meeting, and Lonnie managed to get Chrissie out of our hair for almost an hour. (Yet ANOTHER thing I owe my big sister for.) So Suzy and I sneaked into my room, and "got it on." Yes, we fucked. We were both too horny after almost a week of thinking about what we had done 6 days earlier. So we got undressed, got on the bed, and fucked like bunnies; cumming within seconds of my sliding my thick prick up inside her tight little hole. It had been too long, and we were too horny. Still, feeling me ejaculate my sperm in her tight little tummy was all Suzy needed to get off herself. She, it seems, was just as frustrated sexually, as I was. After that, we just lay there enjoying each other's company, until I got hard enough to do it again. This time, not being so frantically horny, I managed to bring the little girl to three frantic orgasms with her tight little cunny squeezing violently on my prick, before I finally lost it, and sent yet another thick load of baby-juice splashing against the child's uterus. Damn, that felt good. I had never even realized before that girls could have multiple orgasms; thinking (with typical male- chauvinism) that girls needed to feel a man squirting inside them to have a climax . . . not realizing that most girls never even knew when a guy DID climax (if he did) inside her, as they can't feel it. It's only their partners thrusting and excitement they feel, and the slick sensation they get afterwards, when his thick sperm comes drooling out. 26 Once I knew better, I always tried to see that any girl I fucked had at least two or three orgasms to my one. Maybe that's why I've never yet lost a lover. Huh? Yes, I mean just that. I may not be still fucking all the girls I met, but we never "broke up" and I'm certain that any or all of them would still "go to bed" with me, as long as both their current partner and mine wouldn't be hurt by the exchange. And (luckily) not one of them has gotten jealous about the fact that she knew I was screwing someone else. I understand that's extremely rare for so many girls. Many girls are NOT jealous, but enough are that I must be unbelievably lucky to have never met that type . . . . Or, thinking about it, maybe I'm just lucky to have a big sister who knows what's best for me . . . as Lonnie had introduced me to each of them. Damn! That's yet ANOTHER thing I owe my sexy big sister. After "getting it on the bed" Suzy and I barely had time to shower together and get cleaned up, before my little sister and Lonnie returned. I think Chrissie was suspicious about what her big brother and the girl-next-door had "been up to" but she didn't say anything. At least, THAT night I went to bed satisfied enough that I didn't have to jack-off. It was only then, that I remembered I hadn't even thought of talking with Suzy about what Mother had suggested. Oh well, even if mother WAS right, then there would be weeks, months, even years before I really had to worry about which girl I was going to choose for a life-partner. Besides, I had heard many times, "You DON'T just pick the first girl you have sex with to marry! Your mind is too saturated with emotions, at being grateful for getting your first 'piece' to think straight. Get some experience first. Go out and get laid by other girls. DON'T just jump in, it may be a tar-pit." Still, being "stuck" with Suzy the rest of my life, didn't seem to be such a terrible fate. On the other hand, I had at lest four more dates and weeks to compare the little girl against. Perhaps my big sister DID know what was best for me. Perhaps? No "perhaps" about it. My big sister was taking VERY good care of me. Why, I don't know. Damn, I love her . . . . Too bad I can't marry my own sister. Not that she'd probably have a jerk as stupid as I am. Thoughts like these were getting me nowhere. I loved Suzy, but she was too young. I loved Lonnie, but she was my sister. I began to wonder if there was a "right" girl in the world for me, or did they all have "buts" attached. I finally decided that both girls might not be "right" for me, but that didn't have to stop me from loving both of them. With that momentous decision, I went to sleep. 27 Chapter 4 Date #2. Friday (again). I already had a suspicion of who my big sister was setting me up with this time. But this time Lonnie was playing it close, just telling me to pick up my date in front of the library at 6:00. I jittered all day. I did manage to see Suzy once, but we only managed a quick kiss, which her mother saw. The beaming smile the older woman sent my way afterwards had me blushing for hours. I wondered just how much she knew or suspected about my "relationship" with her little girl. I STILL didn't have time to talk properly to Suzy, though she DID clear up one worry; telling me that she "didn't mind" my going out on dates with other girls. She actually expected it; knowing that I was an "older boy", I would want to have "proper" dates with girls my own age. She just appreciated that I was willing to spend a little of my time with a "kid" like her. By the time I had to go, I felt guilty about even thinking she wasn't "adult" enough for me. Suzy put things in a better perspective, when she pointed out that I would STILL be going out with these other girls, even if she WAS the same age as I was. Somehow that made me feel better. Suzy had been very much the "proper" date. (Or was that "Improper-date"?) Doing things for and with me, that most older girls wouldn't have. Still, I got into this thing wanting girlfriends . . . plural. And I had promised my sister I would go out with whoever she set me up with, NOT just the first one. Even if she DID give me the best (and only) fuck of my life. Since Suzy didn't seem to mind, even telling me to "enjoy myself", I decided I was silly to feel like I was "cheating" on her. "Now you go out and have a good time," said Suzy, before sending me home. "Now you go out and have a good time," said Mother, before she left. "Now you go out and have a good time," said Lonnie, before sending me to the library. I began to wonder if there was a conspiracy here. OK . . . I'd try to have a "good time" just like I promised. Somehow it wasn't all that much of a surprise, when I found Betty-Lou Harris sitting on the library steps waiting for me. I had a good chance to look her over from the side, before she noticed me coming up. Despite the earlier comments, Betty-Lou wasn't all THAT bad looking. In fact, if you ignored her buck teeth, and slightly angular face, she might even pass for pretty, in a plump sort of way. Her curves were in all the right places, even if there were more of them than you expected. 28 Even her "buck" teeth weren't really all that bad; being in fact just a slight overbite, that would easily be corrected by a few months of wearing braces. I wondered why her parents hadn't sent her to an orthodontist? Betty-Lou might actually be beautiful, if you liked the "Reubens" type, if she just got her teeth fixed, and used a little makeup to make her cheeks not look so gaunt. It was about then, that I did a double-take, as I got closer, and from two feet away on one side, noticed something that wasn't usually visible from the front. Betty-Lou WAS using makeup! Only instead of using rouge to make her cheeks look blushed and healthy, she had used something dark, to make her face look dark and pinched. It HAD to be deliberate. I wondered why, but decided it would be decidedly unpolitic to ask my date why she had decided to "make herself look ugly." Maybe when (and if) we became friends, I could either point out that she'd look better without makeup, than what she was using, or perhaps find out why she wore it the way she did. Perhaps, she was trying to look thin? If anything, the gaunt look to her face almost emphasized her slightly overweight status. And her clothes did the same thing . . . it's as if the girl didn't WANT to look attractive, just a little below normal. I put the un-date-like thoughts out of my mind and walked closer to where I could almost read her book over her shoulders. NOT a book from the library; a paperback of some kind. I coughed to get her attention. You'd think I had set off a firecracker behind her. She almost jumped three feet, from a sitting position. The book went flying, and so did she. So did I almost, as a fist went flying by my face, and it was only by ducking that I didn't end up on the ground with a sore jaw. "Sorry," I apologized, "I didn't mean to startle you." For a second, Betty-Lou looked at me; recognized who I was, and a smile spread over her face. It was almost like the sun came out. With a smile like that, she was beautiful; buckteeth or no buckteeth. I felt sandbagged. If Betty-Lou wore a smile like that in school, she could easily win the race for class-president, or whatever popular post she wanted. Once again, I was falling in love. Betty-Lou saw me staring at her, and must have realized her face had slipped. A scowl darkened the beauty, and she was once again the class dog. "So what are YOU staring at?" she almost snarled. "If you don't like my face, you can just bug-off. I don't really need this date, you know." I felt like a puppy that had been kicked. I guess it showed on my face. "Damn!" she said, "Why do I DO that, to the nice guys, and drool all over the ones who shit on me?" The scowl changed to a wistful appeal. "I'm sorry Mark," she apologized, "but you startled me. It's no excuse for biting your head off, but it's the only one I've got. Please?" I didn't know what to think. Still, it wouldn't be fair to NOT let her apologize. 29 "I'm Mark," I said; deciding that maybe she wasn't so bad after all. "I'm supposed to be your date for tonight. Of course, if you don't want to . . . ." This time Betty-Lou DID let the "face" slip . . . deliberately, I could tell. "I'm Betty," she said, "as you well know. The class dog, and now the class bitch." I started to object, but she cut me off. "I know what I am," she said. "I'm NOT beautiful and just now I almost cut your head off for just looking at me. If that's not being a bitch, what is?" I felt the accusation was still a bit unfair. "I don't think you're a dog," I said. This time, Betty-Lou giggled. It looked good on her, as her face now had a smile back on it. "But you have to agree that I WAS a bitch," she pointed out. "And what's a bitch, but a female dog?" It seemed that I had fallen into a trap of some kind, where I was damned if I answered, and damned if I didn't. I tried smiling dutifully. "Well, you ARE a nice guy, just like they said you were, aren't you?" she decided. "This time, let me apologize properly. I was testing you." "Huh?" I said. She grinned at me. This time it was a warm friendly grin. "I try to look like the class dog," she explained, "because it's easier to separate out the nice guys from the ones who just want to get in your pants." "Oh," I said, to keep up my end of the conversation. "A moment ago you caught me without me being prepared, and I could tell you thought I was beautiful," she continued. "I'm not, but it's hard to chase off the bastard-types, if they think you look sexy, so I tried acting like an SOB myself, to see if you'd at least be polite . . . you were. Thanks." "This is all an act?" I asked. "The constant frowns, the dark makeup, the frumpy clothes? the whole bit?" "Oh, you caught that too?" she twinkled. "Not only a nice guy, but smart, too. Yes, it's mostly an act. I'm not very good looking to begin with, and the buckteeth help; but mostly it's the way I act, dress, and yes you caught me, use makeup." "I think you're beautiful," I said, and meant it. "Thanks, Mark," she said, and laughed. "But don't tell anybody, or I'll have to cut you off." For a moment she looked so fierce, I wondered if she meant my head. "I won't tell," I promised. "Good," she said, "Only try to stop LOOKING at me, as if I were some kind of goddess, OK. I'm not. Now if you want someone beautiful, look at Marsha Swiggins. Now THERE is a girl who's beautiful." "Yeah," I said, "and cold as ice. I'd rather have a real girl like you, than the 'Ice-Queen' any day of the week." "You never can tell," said Betty-Lou, enigmatically. "In the meantime, what are we doing tonight? You ARE supposed to be taking me on a date, you know." 30 "Anything you like," I responded. "I've got enough money to take you to the Movies, to the drive in, to dinner, or any place you like. How about right here, at the library, for starters?" "Huh?" This time it was Betty-Lou's turn to look sandbagged. "You like books," I pointed out; picking up the slightly abused paperback from the ground and dusting it off. "So do I." I handed her the soft-cover and waited for her reply. Hmmm . . . dragons on the cover? Betty-Lou took the book, and then followed my gaze to the title: "DragonSong" "I'm sorry," she said again, "but I was reading about this girl who was running to outrace . . ." ". . . Thread," I supplied, curious to see her reaction. "You've READ it?" she asked, astonished. "I thought only girls liked books like this." "One of my favorite authors," I affirmed. For ONCE, being a bookworm was actually being a help getting a girl interested in me, instead of a hindrance. "In fact," I said; watching closely to see her reaction, "I have four copies of that book alone . . . she's one of my favorite authors." "FOUR copies," she breathed, incredulous. "Why four?" "One I've almost worn out re-reading," I enumerated, "One to replace that one, and TWO autographed copies that I got at two different stores when she came to town last year. She makes these tours about every five years or so, to promote her books." "TWO autographed copies," she breathed; unable to contemplate such wealth. "I couldn't talk you out of one of them, could I?" she asked almost wistfully. I knew she didn't really expect an affirmative reply. I thought about it. What did I really need TWO autographed copies for, except for purposes like this? They hadn't cost me any more than the regular price, plus standing in line for two hours for each one. "You could for a price," I decided; giving her a grin. "Would a blow-job do?" she grinned right back. "Ask anyone who knows, Betty-Lou Harris gives the best blow-jobs in town." "That was NOT quite the deal I had in mind," I said, with disappointment. Betty looked at me, her eyes going as cold as mine. "OK," she decided, "A fuck AND a blow-job, and when it's over you get lost. When I finish, the date is over. A date like you, I can do without." "How about I just GIVE you the book, and we call the date off right now," I said with disgust. "A mercy-fuck, I don't need. You can have the book, just don't tell anybody I gave it to you, OK? Then YOU can get lost." "I'll be right back," I added, starting back towards my house. Shit. I couldn't believe it. A beautiful (Yes, I still thought she was beautiful, buckteeth and all.) girl offers to fuck me for less effective cost than going out on a date would be, and I not only turn her down cold, I throw the price of the fuck in her face. Talk about having a bad taste in your mouth! 31 "Mark?" A soft voice from behind me called out. I kept walking. I'd get the bitch her damned book, and then go home to cry. Lonnie was going to have to do a LOT to make THIS night turn out to be a "good time." "PLEASE, Mark," The voice was almost crying. I almost kept walking anyway. Still, just because SHE was an SOB, didn't mean I had to be. "What?" I sighed, turning around and almost running into her. Betty-Lou was right behind me, and she WAS crying. Now I felt like a heel. "PLEASE let me explain," she sobbed. "You're the nicest guy I ever met, and three times I've shit all over you. I KNOW it isn't fair, but could you please let me explain? Please? I don't want your damned book! No, I mean I DO want it, but . . . . Oh shit!" and she sat down and literally bawled. Well, some people enjoy pulling wings off butterflies, but I don't. I sighed; sat down beside her, and (greatly daring) put my arm around her. She turned into me, and for a few minutes wet the shoulder of my shirt. "I don't know WHY I always do this," she sniffled. "It seems I take shit from all the bastards, and just smile. Then when I meet a nice guy I turn around and treat him like the dirt that treated me rotten last time." She wiped her eyes on my sleeve, and continued. "I get lots of guys who go out with me, just to get laid," she explained. At my raised eyebrows, she continued, "You mean you DIDN'T know I'm called 'round-heels- Betty'?" I just looked at her, and she started crying again. "No," she decided, "you didn't. But your sister did. She even explained to me that was one reason she wanted me to go out with you tonight, so you could 'get a little experience.' Your sister's nice, and I owe her a favor or two. Besides, you sounded cute, and I get laid all the time by macho jocks and a few nice-guys trying to get access to the 'Ice-Queen'. A roll in the sack with a bookworm nerd, might be fun for a change, or so I thought." For a moment, I was almost angry at Lonnie, but then realized she was just 'doing her thing'; trying to get me the experience she figured I needed. She never intended that either Betty-Lou OR I would get hurt. If not for the indiscreet cough, and the book incident, we would have both had fun, and I probably would have gotten laid by a real expert. No, my big sister wasn't to blame. "Anyway," Betty-Lou continued, "as I said, most boys go out with me just to get laid, and I don't really mind; 'cause I'm just as horny as they are. They don't call me 'round-heels' for nothing. Just touch me, and I roll over." 32 Here, the girl giggled, but it was more of a sob than mirth. "So when you said you would give me that book, 'for a price' I thought you were like all the rest of the SOBs, and here I had thought you were nice. So I decided, 'What the heck? He ain't all that bad looking, and I was planning on fucking him anyway. But if that's all he wants, why go through the farce of going on a date?' So for the third time tonight, I not only put my foot in my mouth, I practically choked to death on it. PLEASE let me start over. I don't really want the book now. Please?" Betty-Lou looked up at me; and then tears started running down her cheeks again. "You never DID ask me what my price was," I said gently. "It's still the same." "Huh," she asked, "what DID you want from me?" For a second, the old calculating look returned to her face, then vanished into more tears. "It'll be a little bit harder for you to pay me, right now," I observed; tilting her face up so I could see it. "You see, all I wanted from you was a smile." "A smile?" incredulous; not believing. "Uhuh, a smile. When I first walked up to you, you accidentally let your mask slip, and gave me a smile like the sun coming out. I wanted to see it again. So, I thought that if I just teased you by 'charging' you a smile for the book you seemed to want, but that hadn't cost me much, (Only two hours of waiting in line in the hot sun, but I didn't tell HER that.) I thought I might get a REAL smile from you by accident-on-purpose. It seems I was wrong. You can have the book. You can smile or not, as you please. Maybe some other week, we can go out on a REAL date, where you don't feel pressured to 'put-out' just because my sister thinks I 'need it.' I don't. I'm sorry you felt like I was trying to pressure you into something; even if you wanted it. OK?" I got up; almost creaking in the effort, and started back home, which was only a few blocks away. "I'll be right back," I said. "PLEASE don't go away, as I really DO want you to have it. As I said, she's one of my favorite authors, and it would be a pleasure to give it to someone who likes her half as much as I do. Especially a pretty girl." I'm not sure Betty-Lou even heard me. "A smile," she mumbled to herself. "A Goddamned SMILE, and I treat him like slime you find on your shoe, after walking through the barnyard." She looked up at me, where I was walking away, and yelled at me. "Hey YOU!" she yelled, "You are NOT getting away that easy! It's damned rare I get a date with even a nice guy. You are NOT cheating me out of this one." Here, the girl caught up to me; hooked her arm through mine, as if she was my steady girlfriend, and smiled at me. It was forced; tears still streaked her face, but it WAS a smile. "Paid-for," I said. The smirk I got in return, was more like the real thing. "Let's forget about the book for now," she pleaded. "We can pick it up when we get back to your house later . . . I've got PLANS for you, Big Boy. OK?" 33 "Uh?" I said, suddenly leery, "Plans?" For a second, Betty- Lou had looked like the vampire in "Dracula" who had "plans" for the innocent girl. "Uhuh," she said, not daunted a bit. "FIRST, I'm going to show you off, while we get something to eat. THEN, we'll really get rolling . . . your sister told you you'd have a 'good time' on this date, didn't she?" I nodded carefully; not sure how much of my sister's "guarantee" that Betty-Lou knew about, or even SHOULD know about. "Well Honey," she said, "you ain't NEVER had a 'good time' 'til you've been on a date with Betty-Lou Harris!" Before I could object, (not that I wanted to) we were in the Burger-Mill, in the same booth I had occupied the previous Friday. Even the same waitress. "A little older tonight," I see, said Carol, cattily, her green eyes taking in Betty-Lou's lush body, in comparison to the little girl I had been squiring the previous week. "Oh can it, Carol," said Betty-Lou. "He's OK . . . I mean REALLY OK." Here the plainer girl gave the waitress a wink. "Hmmm," said the waitress; giving me an even more interested look than she had given me the previous week. "Maybe I HAD better talk to his sister." "Maybe you should," commented Betty-Lou. I wondered just what was going on, and who was setting who up for a date? I didn't get any answers that night though . . . at least, not about that. After finishing off about 2/3 of a pizza, Betty and I returned to my house to pick up the autographed copy of Anne McCaffrey's "DragonSong". Only we never made it out of the bedroom where I had it stashed. "I told you that everyone who goes out with Betty-Lou Harris has a good time," she told me, while starting to take off my shirt while I was still sorting through my special box of autographed books. "And YOU tiger, are going to have the best!" Well, I guess I did. THIS time though, I remembered to ask about birth-control first. "It's OK," she reassured me, "though I would have been disappointed, if you hadn't asked." "Then you're on the pill?" "Nope." "Diaphragm. I'm allergic to the pill. Still, it's almost as good." After that, once I got up enough nerve to kiss her, the rest of the night was like a continuous wet-dream. Little Suzy has a LONG way to go, as a lover . . . . Much as I like the feel of her tight little slit squeezing the sperm out of my swollen prick; a tight cunny isn't everything. Betty-Lou STARTED by sucking my cock; and worked up from there. She made love to me. Mostly the sex I had with Suzy had just been fucking. I learned quickly that while sticking your prick in a girl's tight little hole, and squirting it full of thick sticky cum is fun; it's only ONE aspect of the many facets of having sex. Betty-Lou knew ways I'm STILL trying to learn, 34 First, as I said, she sucked my cock. Only that's almost an insult to her talents. For over 20 minutes, B-L would lick the head, down the side, and sometimes tease me by taking the head inside her mouth. Then, she would play with it a little, until my urge to spurt her mouth full of thick white goo subsided, and she started all over again. When finally I warned her, "Oh God, Betty, I'm gonna . . . ;" she stopped and moved up my body. "THIS one," she said; panting hotly in my ear, "I'm going to get inside me. Next time, you can squirt it right down my throat." Oh shit. Hearing those words, coupled with a tight ring sliding down my engorged prick, while the sensual feel of a female body squirming in front of me almost blew my mind, was too much. Betty-Lou had barely managed to get my prick all the way inside her, before I was filling her sucking young womb with squirt after thick sticky squirt of thick white goo. Only in this, as in so many other things having to do with sex, Betty-Lou had almost perfect timing. I WAS fully bottomed out inside her, when the urge got to be too much, and I felt the (by now) familiar pulsations in the head of my prick that told me I was ejaculating my seed in this incredibly young woman's body. I'm not sure if she got off that time, but the tight squeezing of her cunny sure FELT like she did. Still, she probably just had lots of practice at making a man feel good. And oh could she EVER do that. (As I found out when she kept her promise about swallowing my cum, the second time. She DID have me cum down her throat; having me fuck it just like a cunt. I could hardly believe that she'd want to, but B-L managed to convince me.) THEN, she fucked me AGAIN! This time took a LOT longer, and Betty-Lou must have cum over 6 or 7 times, before I managed to get up enough energy to ejaculate yet another thick white helping of baby-juice in her sexy belly. Three hours later we were lying in bed exhausted; sperm dribbling from every orifice of hers, while we tried to muster up energy for a fifth go-round. The girl had taught me things about lovemaking, that I didn't even know were there to be learned. French-kissing for example. Not to mention methods of cunnilingus and fellatio that were astounding. Here I thought a girl was just supposed to suck a cock, and a guy was just supposed to stick his tongue in a girl's slit, and they both had fun that way. According to Betty-Lou, "That's just for amateurs!" And then, she proceeded to prove it. Damn! Once again, my big sister had picked just the right girl to tutor me in the parts of sex I needed most to learn. One MORE thing I owe her. "How did you ever learn so much about sex?" I asked, while we lay there in bed; just enjoying the feel of naked-skin touching naked-skin, while we tried to get up enough energy for yet one more try. "Hmmmm," she teased; taking one of my nipples between her teeth. "You mean besides having at least three different guys in my bed every week for the past 5 years?" I shivered at the thought that this sexy broad had been enjoying sex since she was barely into puberty, while I waited miserably until I was 16. 35 "Or," she continued, "is it besides the fact that I've read the Kama Sutra and tried almost 3/4 of the positions that don't require special equipment?" Oh God. The mind just boggles. I had just LOOKED at my father's copy. "OR," she continued, teasing the other nipple now, "is it the fact that I started fucking my own father when I was six?" "That must be it," she decided, looking at my suddenly re- erect penis. "So what do you want to know about me and Daddy?" I couldn't believe she would even tell me this. Still, I just HAD to hear more. "Tell me about your father," I croaked, just like the old "Eliza" program. "Mmmm," she purred. "Me and Daddy go back a long way. When I was a kid, I used to sleep between Him and Momma, until I got too big . . . I think it was when I was about three. Momma tried to get me to sleep in my own bed, but being a spoiled little brat, I kept sneaking out of my crib, and down into their bed, where I always slid in beside Daddy. He didn't squirm like Momma did; actually wrapping his arms around me, and snuggling up. This continued until I was 6, or thereabouts. By that time, I had watched Momma and Daddy 'making love' many times, as they just couldn't hide it from me. Since I didn't seem to be bothered by it, after a while, neither did they. I knew Daddy's big 'thing' went up in Momma's hole to make a baby; as I had watched the whole process take place at least twice by that time. I knew Daddy had erections, and got 'horny' until he 'got off' by squirting his sperm in Momma. Sometimes Momma didn't feel like fucking, but usually she would do it for Daddy, even if she didn't. Momma loved Daddy, just like I did. So, one night I was lying there next to Daddy, and his thing got big between my legs. It probably had happened many times before; only this was the first time I really noticed it. I knew what it meant though . . . Daddy wanted to put his thing up inside Momma, so he could squirt his stuff in her. Only Momma was asleep. So, I did what seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. I let Daddy fuck me. Uhuh. Daddy was 3/4 asleep himself, but horny as an old goat, so I decided it was up to me to take Daddy's stuff inside me, since Momma was asleep. I carefully slid my panties down, and pushed Daddy's thing up against my hole. Of course, it wouldn't go in." Here Betty-Lou and I were lying side-by-side, as she "demonstrated" to me how she had tried to take her father's prick inside her, at the tender age of only 6 years old. "Only I knew what to do about that, too," she continued. "By that time, Daddy's erection had gotten REALLY stiff, and clear stuff was leaking out the tip. I knew what this stuff was for, after watching my parents, so I spread it all over Daddy's prick (bringing a groan from him) and then slid it up inside me. Uhuh, I fucked my own father. Or Daddy fucked me . . . whichever. 36 At first, it STILL wouldn't go all the way in, but a sudden shove from Daddy took care of that. What's that? No, it didn't hurt. I don't know if I had a hymen, and Daddy 'busted my cherry' that night, and I just didn't feel it, or I was one of those lucky girls who just don't have one. Anyway . . . three strokes after sliding inside me for the first time, Daddy lost it; squirting great gobs of sticky white stuff up inside me, while moaning "Oh, Betty," in my ear, over and over again; showing that Daddy knew it was ME he was fucking, not Momma. I was so happy! Now I could love Daddy just like Momma did. Well, you know it didn't stop. Two nights later, I woke up to feel Daddy's thick thing sliding between my legs, as he lifted my leg to get inside me. I didn't object. Heck, I was GLAD Daddy wanted to "use me" to jack off into. This continued for about a week, until Momma caught on. Either Daddy would get an erection, and I would slip his big 'thing' up inside me, or I would wake up to feeling his thick prick forcing it's way into my body. In either case, Daddy would push at me, and I would push back at Daddy, until he squirted his stuff inside me. Then he would pull out and go to sleep. Only as I said, Momma caught us. I never even thought that Momma would mind me helping Daddy out, especially as she was sleeping at the time. As for Daddy, his goose was cooked . . . at least, for a while. I don't know if it was the 6th or 7th time Daddy fucked me, when Momma woke up to the jiggling of the bed. I guess she was used to this, as Daddy used to jack-off in the middle of the night, quite often before he started using me to get off in. Momma felt generous that night, so she reached around Daddy to help him jack-off, and felt my pussy squeezing Daddy's prick, instead of just his hand. Whoooeee!" I'll say "Whooee! too. B-L's story had finally gotten to be too much for me, and I erupted inside her tight little hole, just like her father had, so many years before. Betty kissed me, said "Thanks Mark; that feels almost as good as Daddy's did," before continuing with her story with my now half-hard prick keeping my sticky sperm from leaking out of her tight little hole. "I bet I know something that will get you hard again," she commented, as my prick finally started to wilt. "That way, you can keep fucking me, while I tell you the rest." I didn't think ANYTHING could get my prick up, after squirting in her like that; but I knew better than to put this incredible woman to the test. Betty-Lou Harris could give a statue a hard-on, if she tried. "What's that?" I asked. "You seem to be extra turned-on by the thought of my own daddy ejaculating his sperm in me, while there was a chance of him getting me pregnant," she replied. "It's only been about a week since my last period; so I should be pretty safe now . . . on the other hand, maybe not. How would you like to take a chance?" With this, Betty-Lou practically blew my mind away, as she reached down between her legs and fumbled around for a minute before extracting a pink rubber ring from inside her body. 37 "See," she said, holding it up for me to see. White streaks and a thick liquid oozing from one edge, just emphasized the fact that she had just removed the barrier between my seed and her possibly fertile young womb. "That's the stuff that makes babies, that you just squirted in me," she continued, matter-of- factly. "How would you like to take a chance, and do it again; this time without anything between your squirting prick and my horny womb?" Betty-Lou was right. She COULD give me a hard-on again. My prick was aching again, at the very thought. This time, when my prick slid into her on the lubrication of the sperm I had already ejaculated inside her, and that was probably already wriggling its way up inside her womb, we both sighed in satisfaction. Well, if Betty wasn't worried about getting pregnant, then why should I be? Once she had me comfortably inside her, with my prick already leaking pre-cum inside her womb, Betty-Lou continued with her story. "Surprisingly," she said, "Momma didn't yell or anything. In fact, she waited until Daddy squirted every drop he had inside me, and I had snuggled down to sleep afterwards, before bracing Daddy. 'YOU,' she said firmly, 'are coming with ME.' I guess Momma didn't want me sexually traumatized by her yelling and screaming, and yanking Daddy's thick cock out of me, when I seemed to be enjoying it just as much as Daddy did. That part was hard for Momma to understand. For the next three days, Daddy slept in 'my' bedroom, while Momma 'protected me' from her pedophile husband. Only I didn't WANT to be protected. It was only on the third time that Momma caught me trying to sneak down to 'my' bedroom to 'comfort' Daddy with my tight little hole, since Momma obviously wasn't, that Momma gave into the inevitable. At first, Momma was still mad at Daddy; jealous or something. But eventually her anger subsided when she saw how much we loved each other; and the sight of her little girl getting fucked eventually got to her horny side too. Before a month was out, Daddy would go from fucking me, to fucking Momma, and then back inside me again, without hardly missing a stroke. My second brother Larry got made during the four years between the first time I fucked and the time I had my first period." I think that I got more sperm shot up my hot little hole in that time, than Momma did. After a while, Momma seemed to lose all her inhibitions against incest, and actually started encouraging Daddy to not only fuck me, but she made sure he ejaculated as much of his potent sperm in my sucking little slit as it could hold. I sure didn't mind. Mind? Heck, I LIKED the feel of Daddy 'getting off' inside me, with his thick prick squirting hot sticky gobs of sperm right up inside my uterus where it belonged. Once Momma got over her hangups, quite often SHE would be the one to start things by first 'jacking off' Daddy in me, and then later being the one to actually put my father's thick prick up against me, and help him work it into my body. After a year, I was almost addicted to feeling my father's thick prick sliding in and out of me, and found it hard to sleep, if I didn't have his slippery cum dribbling out of my vagina, after he squirted inside me. 38 The best part though, was when Daddy would be on top of me, grunting and groaning as he tried to cum, while Momma actually encouraged him to ejaculate his sperm in her little girl. By now Betty-Lou and I were fucking again. Only this time it was just a fun leisurely screw with no cares on either of our parts on when or if either or both of us "got off" or not. It was fun, just being joined sexually together like that." "Was that it?" I asked. "Did any of your brothers or sisters get involved?" Betty-Lou grinned. "Not like I did," she said. "Oh, the rest of the family knew all about me and Daddy; but none of them ever got as 'hung up" on incest as I did. Not that they were turned off by it either." I raised my eyebrows; encouraging her to continue, while I continued with MY job of sliding my prick in and out of her hot little hole; keeping both of us happy. "So tell me about it," I prompted, "what DID happen?" "Not much really," she said, "beside Momma having Daddy fuck each of my little sisters as a 'birthday present' on her 10th birthday, so she could feel what it was like for a man to fuck her and cum inside her without 'protection', while she could still enjoy it without having to worry. Neither one minded fucking Daddy; or was even all that surprised at our mother having her husband "teach" them about sex; with his thick prick squirting hot cum in their tight little bellies. After all, they had all watched ME getting fucked by Daddy often enough. Having our father fuck each of them with his bare prick squirting incestuous seed in their wombs, while Mother actually encouraged Daddy to TRY to get each of them pregnant, just like she had me, was quite exciting to them. None of them got hung up on it either though, like I did. Oh, every once in a while one or the others of my little sisters would have Daddy slip into her bed, where he'd spend the night filling her tight little tummy with his sperm, and a couple of times I caught my big brother and one of them 'making out' by fucking in one of their bedrooms, when a date went sour. But it never developed into a big family orgy either. They all seemed to think it as OK to fuck someone in your own family, but none of them was as enthused about the idea as I was. Fucking a relative just didn't seem to turn them on, like it did me. Even I eventually got over my crush on Daddy, but that was afterwards. I interrupted her. "Afterwards?" I asked. "You mean that's not all?" B-L giggled. "You ain't heard nothin' yet pardner. Wait until you hear about the first time Daddy got me pregnant!" The "first" time? I almost choked! "Afterwards," started Betty-Lou a second time, "things went smoothly, with Momma's pregnancy causing less trouble than usual, since I was there to take care of Daddy, when he needed sex. After a while, Momma seemed to be as proud of seeing me take Daddy's thick cock up inside me, as she was happy to feel it spreading her own horny slit. As for me, I got so used to Daddy sliding his prick up inside me, and squirting my hot little hole full of sperm, that I almost couldn't sleep without feeling my father's seed squishing inside me. 39 Sometimes I'd go to sleep with Daddy's thick cock inside me, and not wake up even when he squirted baby-juice inside me three or four times! It just soothed me to sleep, knowing my own father was squirting the thick white stuff that made babies inside me, where it belonged. Even with Momma's pregnancy with Larry, not one of us gave a thought about the chance of ME getting pregnant. I mean, even I knew the stuff Daddy was squirting inside me, was the stuff that made babies in little girls, but we all knew I was too young and never even thought about it happening to me. Or at least, neither Daddy nor I did . . . Momma, I'm not so sure about. Sometimes I wonder if she didn't say anything, because she WANTED me to get pregnant, (as long as I didn't complain or object) as a kind of pay-back for preempting her husband. Or, maybe she just felt that if I could fuck her husband, then I could take my chances on having his babies, just like she did. Whatever. Anyway, I had my first period when I was 10; my second three months later, and the third I didn't have until almost a year after that; as by that time I was pregnant with my little sister Carol. Momma never said a word through the whole pregnancy about how we could have been using birth-control. It was only AFTERWARDS, when I was going to start fucking Daddy again, that she told me; and then only as a warning. Actually Momma gave me a choice. ONE baby by my father, she would allow me, and would raise it as one of her own children. TWO babies were too expensive." "So what did you do?" I asked; sliding in and out a little. My erection was getting harder again, and Betty-Lou groaned in appreciation. "Oooh," she said, "that's nice. Well, Momma gave me a choice." I raised my eyebrows, so she continued. "You see these teeth," she asked; not bothering to wait for an answer. "Well, so did Momma and Daddy. It seems they had been putting away money for me, ever since I was 5, to have this corrected, once they knew it was going to happen, just like it happened with Grandma, and most of my aunts, and one of my uncles. I could use the money to have my teeth fixed, when I was 13, or I could have another baby at the same time. With the teeth, I would be handsome and well-liked at school. With still another child to support, things would get a little tight around the house, and I would spend most of my free time babysitting. For me, it wasn't a choice. I was pregnant with Daddy's baby for the second time, six months after delivering the first one. I had my second little sister by Daddy, barely a month after I turned 13. Only this time, Momma had the whole family watch, the first time Daddy actually TRIED to get me pregnant. This was back before either of my little sisters had gotten fucked yet, and while they knew about Daddy fucking me, they had never actually watched the whole thing from start to finish before. That night I lay on the floor in the living-room, in front of the whole family, and actually asked my father to fuck me, to cum in me, to squirt his sperm inside me, and to get me pregnant with his baby. Daddy did. 40 Feeling Daddy breeding me, with the whole family knowing he was not only cumming inside me, but actually TRYING to get me pregnant was a thrill like I never had before. I was cumming so hard myself, that I actually left teeth-marks in Daddy's shoulder when I bit him in my orgasm. Daddy must have liked it almost as much as I did, because it felt like he left about three gallons of squishing in my vagina that night. I must have dribbled cum for over two hours afterwards. I think that was the day that Momma decided that each of her girls should get to feel her father ejaculating his sperm inside her vagina at least once, before she got old enough to go out on dates of her own . . . so she wouldn't fall for the first guy who got in her panties. So, when each of my little sisters turned 10 years old, for three days Momma had Daddy sleep with her, so that each of my sisters got to know what it was like to have a man not only screw her, but actually TRY to get her pregnant; with his thick white sperm soaking into her unprotected womb where it belonged. That way my sisters all got to enjoy several orgasms with a real man making love to them, with no artificial barriers getting in the way. After those first times though, Momma had Daddy show each of them what condoms were, and how to use them. She didn't want her girls getting pregnant when they didn't want to (unlike me). As I said, Momma didn't want any of her daughters having to marry the first man who got her panties down, just because she didn't know anything about sex, Me, I already knew, and HAD fallen for him. It wasn't until after I finally started dating that I realized the validity of Mother's idea. But by then I had already enjoyed feeling my own father fucking me for almost 6 years, and carrying his babies twice. Incest may not be for everybody; but I sure enjoyed it." I couldn't help it. I blew yet another load of MY thick seed in the sexy girl's sucking young womb; imagining how tight she must have been to her father at only six. Even now, she could squeeze my prick so hard it felt like it could be cut off, when she had a climax. I wanted her to have LOTS of climaxes with my prick inside her hot little hole. "So, what happened after that?" I asked, as I caught my breath after that final orgasm. I knew no matter HOW I felt, I was done sexually for the night. Not that Betty-Lou seemed to be disappointed; having gotten off about two times to my one, every time but this last one. "Not much," she said, "Momma put me on the pill after that, and turned me loose on the boys. When I started showing up with hives, and they determined I was allergic to the pill, Momma had me fitted with a diaphragm. 41 Daddy's getting older now, and can't get it up as often; while I'm just getting into my prime. Because I don't get out often, being busy taking care of the kids all the time, Momma and Daddy are both careful to NOT interfere on the nights I DO go out. Especially Fridays and Saturdays. THEY babysit the kids for me, two nights a week, while I babysit for THEM, the rest of the week. That's why I'm such a bookworm. Besides that, I have this 'arrangement' with Marsha, where we help each other out, when it comes to finding decent men to fuck. Now you know my life-story, and why I don't have to come home 'til dawn, if I don't want to." THIS, I felt was a hint. I let out a groan. "But I have two parents who won't be pleased to find their son fucking the neighborhood-slut in their house, no matter HOW nice a girl she is otherwise." For a second, I was aghast at my temerity; calling Betty-Lou a "slut." I guess, after that story, (not to mention having screwed me over 6 times in the past two hours) B-L felt I was a "close-enough-personal-friend" to use terms like that to describe her, in a friendly fashion. She giggled. It was like this, the bed in a mess, our clothes all over the room, smelling like a whorehouse, with both of us covered with drying sperm and other even more unmentionable liquids and semi-solids, that My big sister Lonnie found us. She took in the room with one glance. "Well, Little Brother," she asked, with a twinkle in her eyes, "did you have fun?" From the evidence on the bed, she had to ask? "No," I said, shocking her. "I didn't." Even Betty-Lou looked at me with dismay. I let them both stew for a minute. After all, they had BOTH caused me a little grief that night. Then I finished the statement. "WE had fun." I said, firmly. I got a barrage of richly deserved pillows. For the next five minutes we fought gloriously, until two of the pillows burst, and we lay gasping in a tangle of feathers, sperm, girl-cum, and just plain mess. Talk about fun! It was WORTH the hour it took to clean up, before our parents got home. It was after we finished making up the bed together that Lonnie first noticed the pink cup lying somewhat forlornly in a puddle on the dresser. She picked it up between two fingers, with kind of a questioning smirk on her face. "Oh that," said Betty-Lou; taking it from my big sister and spreading her legs on the edge of the bed; to re-insert it inside her vagina. "Mike and I decided to try and see if he was lucky." I blushed red as a beet; while Lonnie's grin grew even wider. The thought of Betty-Lou with my sperm still inside her vagina, working its way up inside her (possibly) fertile young womb, was almost enough to give me still another hard-on. Almost. The sexy slut had completely drained me. (And NO, I am NOT insulting Betty-Lou . . . she knows she's a sexy slut, and glories in it.) 42 It was only after walking Betty-Lou home, walking hand in hand together in moonlight, discussing books, dragons and other such non-important things, then walking home as if in a dream, that I found out she had walked all the way home in a micro-mini, with no panties. They were left in sodden glory in the middle of my bedspread, where either of my parents couldn't have missed them if they tried, if they had looked in. I mean, sopping-wet scarlet red panties in a heart-shape in the middle of a BLUE bedspread? She'd obviously left them for me, as a present. You've got to admire a girl like that . . . she's got guts. Not much sense, but lots of guts . . . walking home in a mini-skirt, with no panties? If I'd only known! On the other hand, it seems that she wanted me to find out AFTERWARDS, not then. It was her own sexy little secret, to get her juices flowing for when she climbed into bed with her father. I loved that girl. No, I didn't want to marry her, but I truly did love her. Still, I guess she has lots of boys who love her, as she couldn't fit me into her schedule again, until at least two weeks AFTER mine was clear. We made a date, at HER house this time, for six weeks later. I could hardly wait. On the other hand, I still had 4 more surprises from Lonnie. I knew nothing would top this, though. Six times in one night? Or was it seven? "Thanks Sis," I yelled into Lonnie's room, when I got back. "That's TWO, I owe you." "Whatever," came the mumble from my big sister's bedroom. I guess that she had a big night too. I wondered how many times SHE got fucked? Oh well, none of my business. Lonnie was obviously sexually satisfied; unlike me, a little over a week ago. I fell asleep with Betty-Lou's soggy panties stuck under my pillow, so her scent would give me sweet dreams. Well, I DID have dreams that night . . . . 43 Chapter 5 Interlude #2. The next week was an exercise in frustration. I now had two girls who would be willing to fuck me, if we could only get together. Only first, there was school all day long, and Betty- Lou was busy almost every evening. The one evening she WASN'T busy, I was. It wasn't much better with Suzy. We both kept swinging and missing. On Sunday, we barely got together for a quick peck of a kiss, and a feel up under her short little dress, before Chrissie came looking for me, and WE had to go somewhere. Normally, a trip to the wave-pool would have been quite a treat on a hot September day, just before Fall set in. Only when you have a chance to get laid, being teased by a whole set of sexy young girls in bathing suits was NOT what I needed. To make it worse, my parents had invited Suzy and her sister to come along, so I got to watch the girl I was falling in love with flaunt her body at me in a "look, but don't touch" environment. I was almost tempted to follow the little girl into the changing/rest-room, and pull her little one-piece suit off and fuck her right there, in front of any other girls who happened by. Almost. Her little sister wasn't much better. The little kid seemed to know something about me and her sibling, and the cute little kid teased me unmercifully. I mean, it was bad enough with Suzy. At least she had a one-piece swimsuit on and didn't flaunt herself at me. I guess she was just as frustrated as I was; seeing me there, knowing she could get laid if only we could be alone. But Ginny had no problems like that. I think she deliberately wore a bikini that showed off every square inch of skin legally allowable; and I swear the little girl followed me around; plonking herself down next to me where her cute little bellybutton was almost at eye-level; and deliberately spreading her legs so that on a couple of occasions I actually got a glimpse of her bare little cunny through the leg-holes on the bottom. It isn't FAIR to show a guy heaven, and then deny him even a touch. For a minute, in the water, I caught Suzy alone, and managed to hug her; wrapping my arms around the sexy little girl and holding her tight in frustrated need. Suzy gave just as good as she got; and for a moment I almost came in my shorts (OK, swimsuit) in the water there. We had to pull away though, before anybody got suspicious. In fact, somebody DID get suspicious; as I could see Ginny paddling our way the moment we pulled apart. "If I didn't know better, I'd say your little sister was making a play for me," I told Suzy. "Yeah, she DOES seem to be a little jealous, doesn't she," acknowledged Suzy. "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of everything," she said. 44 I don't know what Suzy told her little sister; but from then on, the tone of her teasing changed. No longer did the little girl seem to be trying to get between me and her big sister, but on the other hand her blatant display of creamy-smooth skin and budding body got even worse, if possible. Any time she caught me looking at her, the little girl would grin and display even more of her budding young charms, if possible. I couldn't believe that a 10-year-old could be that sexy. (OK, OK! Ginny was almost 11.) It was bad enough for me to be turned on by her older sister. It's a good thing that my swimsuit was wet from swimming, as otherwise someone might have asked me why I had a wet-spot in my pants on the way home. To complete my frustration, somehow I found myself wedged between BOTH giggling little girls on the way home. Worse than that, neither one seemed to be the least bit shy in front of the other. I found myself with one arm wrapped around each girl; trying to make my surreptitious feels of their smooth skin look like just friendly touches that I couldn't help, while both Suzy and Ginny didn't seem to have any such restrictions. Suzy actually grasped the outline of my swollen prick through my shorts, when my parents weren't looking; not seeming to be in the least bit shy about doing it in front of her little sister. The two girls grinned at each other, then at me. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, Ginny slipped her cool little hand down INTO my pants, and actually wrapped it around the swollen member. I almost creamed my shorts. I couldn't believe that the little girl would do this in the first place, or that her big sister wouldn't mind her playing with "her" boyfriend, the second. Far from minding, Suzy just grinned, when her little sister leaned over and said, "You're right, it IS just as nice as you said it was." Oh shit! I think Ginny would probably have jacked me off right there, in front of her big sister, but my mother picked that moment to start shifting around so she could look in the back seat. Ginny barely got her hand out of my pants in time. "What's that you said?" she asked. I was sweating blood. "I said Mark's just as nice as Suzy said he was," replied Ginny; snuggling into my arms. On the other hand, Suzy did the same thing. Oh God. Mother just raised an eyebrow and then grinned. I never did find out what she thought was going on in the back seat; but I wonder if she knew. If she did, she never said anything. Maybe my mother was young once, after all. After that, I barely got a peck of a kiss, and Suzy had to go home. I must have jacked-off three times that night, and sad to say, two of them I spent imagining I was squirting Suzy's little sister full of my sperm, instead of the older girl. Monday night, Suzy had practice of some kind after school, and Tuesday I was trying out for the team. It was Wednesday before we managed to get together. 45 In return for taking the girls out to the wave-pool, the Morgans invited us over for a barbecue on Wednesday night. (No, they didn't feel OBLIGATED to; it was just more fun to have us over for a party, than to do it alone. Besides, there wouldn't be too many more days suitable for barbecues before the weather got cold.) You might think that having both families together in a big bunch like that would give us LESS time to be alone, but in fact it gave us the first chance we had for almost a week. Our parents were too busy talking and fixing food, and doing all the other things that parents do at parties, to pay much attention to what their kids were doing. Thus I found myself being hauled into Suzy's house with her little sister in tow. "What's with HER?" I asked Suzy. I mean, if we were going to "get together" like we wanted to, we surely didn't want her little sister along! "We need her," explained Suzy. At my consternation, she continued, "as a lookout. If our parents come looking for us . . . ." She was right. Still, I didn't feel too comfortable about Ginny even knowing what her big sister and boyfriend were doing. I never got a chance to object though, because Ginny beat me to it. "You OWE me for this, Big Sister," she said; putting capitals in her statement. "I've already set you up for next week," Suzy reminded her little sister, "so don't push things. OK?" "OK." Ginny subsided for a bit, then added, "But I can only do so much. If I give a double-rap on the door, then you guys had better be decent in a hurry, because I can't guarantee I'll be able to distract anyone coming for very long." Suzy nodded, as if that was what she expected. "Thanks, Ginny," she said; and got a nod of her own, in return. "Thanks, kid," I added, to compliment Suzy. "Don't thank me yet," said Ginny; looking me up and down as if I was a slab of meat in the butcher-shop. "You still owe me, and I'm going to collect. And don't call me 'kid.' I'm a woman now." Ginny drew herself up, and tried to show off her almost non-existent bosom. Well, there WERE buds there, but not really breasts yet. Still, she WAS developing. I didn't have to be patronizing. Besides, Ginny was a nice kid. (OK, so I was patronizing in my head . . . so sue me.) "Sorry Ginny," I said, "I stand corrected. You are NOT a kid, you are developing into a nice young woman." "And don't you forget it," said Ginny, before shutting the door firmly behind us, as she left the two of us alone in the bedroom she shared with her big sister. Suzy raised an eyebrow at me, and we both giggled. 46 Two minutes later, we were both too involved to giggle. If Ginny had rapped with a sledgehammer at the door, I don't think we could have recovered in time to look "decent", if the little girl didn't manage to distract any snooping parents. Thankfully, either Ginny was very good at distracting people (she is) or nobody thought to check on the three of us for the next 30 minutes. By that time I had drained my wad in Suzy's sexy young belly twice, while she had gotten off I don't know how many times, but at least three. GOD it felt good to feel the little girl's tight little slit squeezing the heck out of my swollen peter, while I watched it slowly slide up into the squeezing little hole I had been dreaming about for the last week or two. The feeling of a tight ring slowly sliding down to the base of my prick was almost enough to make me cum without even fucking her properly. Aw, who am I kidding? I barely got two inches inside Suzy's tight little hole, before I was decorating the inside of her flat little tummy with rope after thick sticky rope of pearly white cream. I just slid my spasming prick into the little girl to the hilt, and lay there and let my seed flow into the child's womb. God, what a release, after all that waiting. Thankfully, Suzy seemed to be just as frustrated and eager as I was; climaxing from the time she felt the first thick squirt enter her tiny little hole, and not really stopping until we regretfully had to pull apart when I had finished fucking her for the second time, and we knew we had to get back to the party. Yes, I fucked her twice. One quick fuck of, "Slide it in and squirt," wasn't enough for either of us, after all that time of doing without. Again thankfully, it didn't take that long for me to get hard again. In fact, I never even pulled out; just let the little girl's tight little cunny milk my aching prick to hardness inside her, before starting over to do it right the second time. We were both too horny to even attempt foreplay, and once we had already fucked, it seemed like redundance, when we could keep on doing the "real thing" instead. So we did. That doesn't mean we didn't feel each other up, and hug and cuddle, and make loving noises while we fucked though. We did all that, and more. The second time I felt Suzy's tight little ring slide down my aching prick, it was a LOT easier to keep from "blowing my cool" inside her. We managed to enjoy being mated (as I said) for almost half an hour, before the sensations got to be too much for us, and I felt the (by now familiar) sensations of a pulsing in my prick that told me I was filling the little girl's tight little slit with my seed. Suzy seemed to enjoy fucking me, almost as much as I liked "sticking it to" her. In fact, she jerked and squeezed my prick three times while I was slowly sliding in and out. When I asked her afterwards, if she had gotten off, she replied, "Are you kidding? You mean you didn't FEEL it?" Well, what could I say? We were just pulling apart, when Ginny poked her head through the door. There was absolutely no doubt about what the two of us were doing either; as my prick was dripping white cum to match the white froth making a gooey mess of her big sister's cunny. 47 Ginny didn't seem to find anything wrong with this though. "You two had better hurry and get cleaned up," was her only comment, "I don't know how much longer I can cover for you." "Ooohh!" With a common groan, Suzy and I pulled apart. It was only when I was washing my hands and prick in the sink, and the little girl handed me a bag to fill with water, that I remembered the comment Suzy had made so long before . . . (Could it REALLY only be just a little over a week ago?) about her period, and it being OK THEN for me to cum inside her . . . . Oh shit! I felt like a complete asshole. Suzy wouldn't let me apologize though. She explained that she knew HER schedule, and she no more had wanted to stop than I had. Besides, I didn't have any condoms yet, did I? When I said no, she explained that neither did she. If she got pregnant . . . . Suzy shrugged. She'd just have to see. She NEEDED that fuck, just as much as I did. I couldn't believe that the little girl could be so nonchalant. Well, after all it WAS more her worry than mine. After all, it was HER body that would have to carry the baby if she had one; though it would be both of us who would be in trouble if she did. I couldn't believe it, but I was getting hard again, at just the thought. Ginny just smirked, when we finally came out of the bathroom, combing our hair, and generally trying to make ourselves look presentable again. "Well?" she asked, "Did you two manage to 'work things out' OK?" Suzy threw a sofa-cushion at her little sister; while I barely managed a fake grin. Though we'd been gone over an hour, nobody at the "picnic" seemed to notice we'd been gone . . . except possibly my big sister, who gave me a funny grin. Whatever . . . Lonnie never said anything though. 48 Chapter 6 Date #3. Why was it, that the next day I wasn't surprised to hear my big sister say that she'd set me up with Ginny for my next date? Still, I felt I had to raise SOME objection. "But she's just a kid," I said. "That's what you said about Suzy," Lonnie reminded me. "Yeah, but at least SHE is 12," I said, then blushed as I remembered how that put Suzy past the age of puberty, and into the "dangerous" age. "Ginny's only 10." "Almost 11," corrected my big sister. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Scared you're not going to have a good time?" Again I blushed. Lonnie hadn't let me down yet. Besides, there was always her "guarantee". Somehow, I doubted I'd need it. Still, ten years old? On the other hand, Ginny was a NICE kid. I knew after the buildup that her big sister and mine must have given her, that Ginny would be AWFULLY disappointed if I begged off. Especially, if I said she was, "Too young." After looking out for me and Suzy the other day, I guess sex wasn't going to be a problem. That didn't mean I had to screw the kid, if she wasn't ready. Heck, maybe we could have lots of fun anyway, with me showing Ginny how to "make out" without actually having sex. The more I thought about it, the more like fun it looked, to "teach" the kid how to have fun without actually getting fucked. Of course, I didn't figure on Ginny having her own agenda. Just like the first time, Tammy was waiting to thank me for taking her little girl out. Only, to top it off, Suzy braced me in the hall, to tell me the same thing! "Now you take good care of her; and don't you DARE hurt her," she whispered fiercely to me, before letting me into the living-room to wait while Ginny finished getting "spruced up." I looked disgustedly at my girlfriend. (Yes, I thought of Suzy as my girlfriend, and it felt pretty funny taking my girlfriend's little sister out on a date.) "Do you really think I'd do ANYTHING to hurt your little sister?" I asked. This time it was Suzy's turn to blush. "You might turn her down," she said; then REALLY started blushing. "I promised her you'd give her a good time," she added. Oh God. Just what HAD Suzy promised her little sister I'd do? I never got to find out, as Ginny picked that moment to make her entrance. Wow! I didn't know little girls COULD look that good. Obviously Tammy had been helping her daughter, as I just don't believe a 10-year-old could come up with an outfit like that. Not to mention the makeup that was so skillfully applied, that it almost didn't look like it was there. Most little girls, if they were trying to look sexy, would put on high-heels, silk stockings, and a vee-necked dress slit down almost to the navel. The would also probably pad their bra to look like a woman about to have twins. Ginny looked nothing like that. 49 Starting at the bottom, Ginny was dressed in flat, oxford- style shoes, with bobby-sox, not nylons. No hint of stocking or other cloth marred the smooth flesh between her ankles, and the hem of the one-piece dress that fell halfway between her knees and the little mound that occasionally showed that there was a woman underneath that dress. The dress itself was a soft beige cotton material that flowed smoothly from her shoulders to the hem, in what almost looked like a seamless fit. It wasn't. To fit that closely to the little girl's body, it must have been cut to fit. Ginny's breasts made soft mounds in the front, not overblown bazzooms, like a full-grown woman would have. There MIGHT have been a little padding under the cups, but if so, it was demure. No makeup was visible on the little girl's face; but I knew that was an illusion too. NOBODY, not even little girls, looks THAT good, without professional help. A gold band was around her neck; and a soft cotton band matching the dress held her hair in place. No earrings. Except for the sexiness of the dress, Ginny looked the picture of innocence. In fact, that's what made her look so incredibly sexy. Her wearing a sexy outfit like that, while still having an air of innocence as if she didn't even know what sex was. (But I knew different, from what she had seen me and her big sister do the day before.) Even under the dress, (I learned later) she was only wearing soft cotton panties that were probably sexier on a little girl like her, than most women's silk underwear. Did you ever get the feeling you were being set-up? 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