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This is chapter eleven of twelve.
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Chapter Eleven
About Alice's money: We did not ask her how much she had and
she did not volunteer the information, but it must have amounted at
least to a few millions. When we protested the new family budget
of ten thousand dollars a month, after taxes, almost all of which was
her money, she replied that she was using just a portion of her
income, that her capital continued to increase, because she did not
spend enough.
"When you begin to make real money," she said more than once,
"then you can pay the bills. Until then I will make sure that we live
in comfort."
She did not parcel out the money to us or treat it as her own. She set
the budget amount, and then we all reached a consensus about how
we would use it.
Enough about money. It never became an issue with us, after the
initial few weeks.
We waited until finals were over, before we moved into a rather
spacious apartment with three bedrooms and three baths. Alice and
Molly went on a spending spree to furnish the place. Alice also
insisted that we buy new clothes, dresses and suits, and that we stop
going to school in jeans and t shirts. There was a hardness in her
insistence that our family be housed and clothed respectably. She
kept our place spotless with the help of a twice a week cleaning
lady, and she enrolled in a cooking school. It was a new Alice, to
be sure, but part of the old one was still not too far beneath the
surface; I could always get her to giggle like a child, and she never
ceased to cuddle to me.
* * *
In early Summer the three of us had comfortably settled into the new
apartment and Molly and I looked forward to a couple of relaxing
months before our senior year commenced. Alice insisted that we
not find part time work, because, she said, the jobs available were
either mind numbing or humiliating. Besides, she said, we didn't
need the money. Alice was then about three months pregnant.
"Let's go to the beach," Alice suggested one Sunday morning, when
we were lounging in our living room reading the papers and sipping
coffee.
"There's no beach nearby, Alice," Molly observed tartly. One
would not have suspected from the tone of Molly's voice that she
and Alice had spent the preceding night making love. Molly was
like that.
"I mean, Molly," Alice responded in exasperation, "that we go to
this place that's been featured in today's travel pages, Grand Haven,
Michigan. Look at the pictures," she said and got up to show them
to me. "There's a beautiful beach and high sand dunes. We could
spend the entire Summer there."
"Well, Alice," I said. "I've been in the Grand Haven area and I've
walked the beach, and it's indeed a lovely place. But in the Summer
it's full of people who have made their reservations a year in
advance. We couldn't just go up there and find a place to stay for
the rest of the Summer."
"We'll see about that," she retorted with a determined voice.
On the following Tuesday morning, Alice came into my room,
where Molly and I were sleeping late.
"I did it," she announced in a chirpy voice. "I got us a house near
Grand Haven. It's just behind the dunes and within walking distance
of Lake Michigan. We have it until school starts."
"How did you manage that, Alice?" Molly replied, still groggy from
sleep, lying on her side with me cupped to her. "It sounds like a
budget buster."
"I suppose," Alice replied, "but it won't come out of our budget. It's
a present from me to the family. Actually, I suppose that I'm being
selfish. It's something that I want to do. Maybe you two aren't
really interested."
"I love the beach, Alice," I said, squirming to Molly. "I always
have."
"Me too," Molly responded, rolling onto her back, smiling at me,
inviting me to do her one more time, stinky breath and all.
Alice, fully clothed, came onto the bed to watch close up Molly and
me starting to make love. As I was fitting myself deeply into Molly
Alice stroked my back and kissed Molly's bare shoulder. She
wanted me to do her next, I knew, after I rested.
* * *
It was a good sized, well furnished vacation cottage situated near a
high dune on a road along which there were several other houses.
The lake was just minutes away across a couple of sand dunes; the
sound of waves was clearly audible
"This is very nice, Alice," Molly commented, looking around her,
impressed by the little girl's accomplishment.
I hauled in several loads of luggage from the trunk of the Olds,
which still smelled rubbery and new. I was very pleased with the
house, with the location. I looked forward to splashing in the cold
waves of Lake Michigan.
It was already dusk, when we finished moving in, and we were
exhausted by the six hour drive. The girls went to bed together, and
from the lack of noises I assumed that they just cuddled and fell
asleep. I half dozed in an armchair, sipping my second vodka on the
rocks, feeling comfortable about my life. I was not horny, but I
wished that the bed the girls were upon were large enough to
accommodate me as well. I went in to look at them. Molly was, as
usual, on her side with a thumb in her mouth. Alice lay on her back.
I leaned down and pressed my ear to the little girl's tummy, which had
just the slightest bulge, hoping to hear a sound or feel a movement.
"It's too soon, Tommy," Alice said in an awake voice. "There's just
a little squiggly inside."
I kissed her gently, the mother of my first child to be.
"May I sleep with you tonight, Tommy? I want to feel you inside of
me."
* * *
The next morning Alice fixed a large breakfast for us, and we ate it
as we talked about spending the day at the beach. We had intended
to walk across the dunes to the lake, but when we had everything
assembled, the picnic basket, the cooler, the blankets and the
umbrella, we realized that we would have to take the car.
It was a long, lovely beach. It stretched for miles to the north and
south of us. Still, we were not alone; there were others about but
not crowded together. We put up the large umbrella and arranged
our camp. The huge lake was like an ocean, seemingly boundless,
with large waves coming ashore. There had been a storm the night
before, but that morning was sunny and fresh. It was ideal, beyond
time and worry. We spread ourselves out and gloried in doing
absolutely nothing, breathing in the crisp air of the inland sea,
which was faintly redolent of small fish.
"There's a boy looking at us," Molly whispered to me, punching me
out of a doze.
"You attract eyeballs, Molly," I mumbled, wanting to sleep in the
splendor of the morning.
"He's standing right next to us," she whispered insistently.
I opened my eyes, looked up and beheld the most beautiful boy I had
ever seen, a tallish lad of about five feet five who was perhaps
fourteen years old and who possessed a hairless, graceful, half
mature body that a pedophile would die for. He was gloriously
blond, like Molly, at whom he stared with a riveted ogle. His face
was as pretty as a girl's. He stood just two feet away from us.
"Hi, I'm Danny," he said with a shy smile, the sound of his voice
waking Alice, who looked up at the boy, and who was obviously
shocked by his beauty.
"Hi, Danny," she said roughly, still groggy from her nap, "I'm Alice,
and this is Molly and Tom."
"My family is away until this afternoon and I'm alone," he said.
"Can I hang out with you guys?"
The innocent boy was oblivious of the threat to his virginity.
"Sure, Danny," Molly purred at him, "we need a fourth person for
some of our games. Come, sit next to me in the shade. That Sun will
give you an awful burn.
The boy squeezed under the large umbrella with us. He did not
seem to be the least bit nervous about our close proximity in which
occasional touching was inevitable.
"What grade are you in, Danny?" Alice asked sweetly.
"I just finished the seventh, but I'll be fourteen next month."
"I just finished the ninth," Alice fibbed, smiling at the beautiful boy.
Her lie was completely believable. She looked to be fifteen years
old, and the bulge of her tummy, still slight, did not obviously
indicate pregnancy. Her lie also told Molly and me that she was
eager to play with the lovely boy. We had only to learn if Danny
could keep a secret.
"Tommy and I are also still in school," Molly said to the boy, whose
thigh and shoulder touched against hers. "But we're in college."
"Danny, come splash with me in the water," Alice sung out in her
little girl voice.
"Wait, Alice," Molly said, "Danny doesn't have any Sun screen on
his skin. Lie down here, Danny. We'll make room for you, and you
can rest your head on the pillow while Tommy and I spread the Sun
screen on you."
The boy was not the least bit skittish. He lay on his stomach with
his cheek on the pillow. Molly and I knelt beside him. Molly
stared at me intently, demanding with her eyes that I fondle the boy's
flesh. I needed no urging. We shared the bottle of Sun screen and
began with Danny's neck and shoulders. The boy's skin beneath my
hands had a magic feel to it, but perhaps it was just my excitement
creating an illusion. We finished his back and arms, and then we
started on his legs. His shapely calves had a sparse covering of
blond peach fuzz. My two hands lingered on his soft, girlish thigh.
My cock was hard.
"Turn over Danny," Molly said in a slightly husky voice. She too
was aroused. Alice knelt at the boy's feet, a definite expression of
longing on her pretty face.
Danny came onto his back and stretched out invitingly. We did his
front, slowly, caressingly. He had to realize that we were fondling
his flesh, adoring him, yet he lay there completely relaxed, his eyes
open, looking alternatively at Molly and me, his pretty lips slightly
parted, a pleased expression on his face. He was enjoying it. His
rigid penis tented his swim trunks. Molly placed a palm lightly atop
that tent pole, and Danny smiled at her. She squeezed it, and his
smile continued. I reached over and gave it a squeeze, and he
looked into my face with an expression that said "yes!"
"Have you ever had sex, Danny?" Alice asked calmly.
"Once," the boy replied, completely at ease. "It was last month with
an older cousin."
"Did you enjoy doing it with her?"
"It was marvelous!" he exclaimed. "I enjoyed very much doing it
with . . .him." Danny giggled, and he turned his face to mine, giving
me a large smile.
"Did you tell anybody about it?" Molly inquired nervously.
"Molly," the boy replied seriously, "I have a very high IQ, and I
understand completely the urgent need to keep secrets."
Alice was kneeling between Danny's legs. She slowly laid herself
atop him and they began to kiss. Molly and I reclined on either side
of the couple, our four heads almost touching.
"How much time do we have, Danny?" Molly asked with a grin.
"Until three this afternoon, and then every morning and until three in
the afternoon for the next five days. Then we're going back home."
"We have an eternity!" Alice squealed and kissed the boy again.
* * *
We packed up our stuff. It was not yet ten thirty. As I walked with
Molly to the car, the other two ahead us, she turned her head to me
and said, "If you don't want to have sex with that exquisite boy,
Tommy, you're simply not alive."
"The boy tempts me, Molly. He's so beautiful in both a male and a
female way. It's as if he belongs to a entirely different, third sex."
* * *
The four of us stood in the center of the living room clad in our
swim gear.
"We're all sticky with Sun screen," Molly said. "We need to
shower. Alice and I will use my bathroom," she announced
officiously, "and Tom can take Danny to his." Molly pulled me
aside, Alice using the opportunity to embrace the boy and kiss him
again.
"Tommy, this will be your first time with a guy. What you did with
Jack doesn't count. You're probably rather nervous, so Alice and I
won't watch you. There will be plenty of opportunities for that
later. Just take your time, because you know that Alice and I will
find things to do together."
"Thanks," I replied, relieved to have privacy in which to experiment
with the boy, not yet knowing precisely what we would be doing.
Molly took Alice's hand and led her to the bedroom, shutting the
door behind them. I was indeed nervous, although Danny seemed to
be very relaxed.
"It's almost my first time with a guy, Danny," I admitted sheepishly.
"Almost ?" he inquired, his head tilted a bit.
"I once had a friend's cock in my mouth for a few seconds. I had
been drinking, and were in the midst of an orgy."
"Well," the boy replied, "that hardly counts, so we must assume that
you're still a virgin and that I will have to be gentle with you."
I broke into a fit of loud laughter and Dan joined in. We then went
into my room and closed the door.
"You're not queer, or even bi, are you?" the boy said, stating it as
though it were obvious.
"No, I'm not."
"I'm extremely androgynous. That's what attracts you to me, isn't
it?"
"Yes," I replied weakly.
"In a couple of years my body will be more hairy and muscled, and
my face with look more masculine. Then you wouldn't be interested
in me."
"Probably not."
"I know that I'm not queer, because I fantasize about girls a lot. But
I also liked my cousin's body, which is similar to yours. I liked the
feel of his strength and I was not put off by his body hair. So I
suppose that I swing in both directions."
"Let's take a shower," I suggested.
"Ya," he grinned, "I'm eager for it too."
We stood at the foot of the bed perhaps three feet apart and pulled
down our swim trunks. Our cocks were absolutely rigid.
"My cousin's is about your size," he said, looking at my cock, "but
it's not quite so fat. Well, that eliminates one of our options. When
my cousin tried to butt fuck me I almost died, even though he only got his
glans just past my sphincter."
"Ya," I replied with some regret. "The size of my monster has
always been a problem. I've only had one good blow job in my
life, and anal intercourse has always been out of the question for me,
because I don't like to hurt people, even though my cock could fit into
many asses. I've never met a person who wanted to be hurt in that way."
" Well, I'm certainly not one of them, but I'll give you a blow job, Tom.
I'll get you off, but you know that I won't be able to pucker my lips
around that sausage of yours. Still, that's not why you want to be naked
with me. You want to ravish my body. You want to bring me off. Your
girls give you all the pleasuring you could want, right? And Alice, she's
not fifteen, is she?"
"No. She likes to play games. We're all twenty one."
"I could tell by her vocabulary. So you are in a menage a trois."
I nodded my head and stared at the curious boy. "You're rather
precocious," I said. 'You don't talk like a boy who's not quite
fourteen."
"Precocious does not quite describe me, Tom, My IQ is off the
scale. I do college level work with my tutors. Dad insists that I
stay with my own age group, at least for socializing and sports.
That suits me fine, because I'm in no hurry to grow up."
"Dan," I asked nervously, "may I kiss you on the mouth?"
He moved closer to me until our naked bodies touched. We came
together, and I fondled his pert butt cheeks as we kissed.
'You're too old for pretty, hairless boys, Tom. Having me is just a
freakish accident. I can't imagine that you will ever have another.
You should have started when you were twelve or thirteen, not
twenty one."
"I was never of that bent, Dan, although I think now that I may
have missed out on something. Let's take a shower."
The water was pleasantly warm and the bathroom became steamy as
we snuggled under the spray. I wanted to touch the beautiful boy, to
feel his incredible body with my soapy hands, but I was committed
to nothing more than that, except, perhaps, some more kisses. I knelt
before him and caressed his lovely, sleek thighs. His rigid penis
stared at my face, creamy smooth, virginal. I took it into my mouth,
tasted it and felt its strange soft hardness, and then I pulled my head
away, aghast at what I had done, had enjoyed. I stood and gave the
beautiful boy a kiss.
"I'm not into this Danny."
"That's rather obvious. Let's go fuck the girls."
"We don't fuck, we make love."
"Well, I'm not in love, so I intend to fuck the two of them, now that
you have left me an extra shot in my cannon."
* * *
It was so much fun to watch Dan try to fuck for the first time, so
awkward and clumsy. Molly barked at him impatiently and told
him to slow down, when he climbed atop her and wanted
immediately to fuck.
"You two go into the other room," She told us in exasperation, "I'll
need to teach this boy and I don't want any distractions."
Alice and I went into my room where we laid down on the bed and
cuddled.
"I need some relief," I whispered to my pregnant wife.
"Didn't you just do it with Dan?"
"No, I couldn't"
"Well, that's your decision, Tommy, but I think that you will regret it
in a few years."
Alice and I made delicious love that morning, and I could not
imagine wanting a boy, however beautiful.
"Molly's taking a long time," Alice observed as we lay cuddled
together. "You'd think that he'd catch on quickly, being so bright."
"Maybe they're enjoying themselves."
"Ya. I suppose they are," Alice mused as she played idly with my
flaccid cock. "I'm eager to have him. I want him to do me in the
behind."
"You're not serious!"
"Yes I am. That's really the only thing he can give me, that and his
prettiness. You can do everything else so much better. I'll probably
hate it, but I'm curious."
Molly then poked her head in. "That young boy is insatiable!" she
exclaimed. "He's in the shower now washing his shitty little cock."
"You didn't!" Alice exploded.
"He's a real charmer, sweetie. I couldn't refuse."
"How, uh, did it feel?"
"I recommend it, but only with a boy his size. He hurt me, but not
too badly. It was a real rush. Remember to diddle yourself, when
he does you. It's delicious. And, Tommy, I'm disappointed in you.
Are you going to let this marvelous opportunity slide?"
"Jesus, Molly, stop nagging. I've fondled him, kissed him and felt
his cock in my mouth But I'm certainly not going to let any guy put
his cock up my ass, no matter how pretty he is."
"You'll regret it in the future. You'll always wonder how it feels to
do it with a hairless boy."
"So I've been told."
* * *
For the next several days, until Dan left for home, the four of us
played cards, board games and lounged every day on the beach.
There was sex, of course; the boy was indeed insatiable. But it
took up only sixty or ninety minutes before noon.
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