Danny Boy, Chapter 5: Caught

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Big trouble and bigger lessons

School the next day was awkward, as I could tell the mutual reactions for all of us were to fling ourselves into each others' arms whenever we saw each other. We managed to be casual, but I was surprised to see a lot of reactions from other girls around us. Whenever I was in the same room as any of the girls from the weekend, the other girls present all seemed to be much more interested in talking with me, touching me, connecting with me.

It wasn't anything I could see, but I supposed there was something in the other girls' body language that was telling the other girls they were very interested in me, and the other girls were just competing, as girls do.

Each day, it got a little easier, as we got more used to our roles in school. When it was awkward, it was either because my friends were razzing me about all these beautiful girls I was talking to, or because the girls themselves were creating scenes.

I was sitting with my friends at lunch on Tuesday, when Kate and Selina together came by. As Kate did not have the body to make the guys hang out their tongues, and Selina was wearing her fat girl outfit, the guys didn't think anything of it. However, when first Kate, and then Selina, invited me to join them and French kissed me at the lunch table in front of my friends, I had to say, "sorry, guys, but what can I do?"

They both laughed. "It was my idea," said Kate. "If the two of us invited you like that, they will know why we are interested in you, and they will know why you want to come over and be with us and not them, but it won't be a scandal, because they won't think we are worth pursuing."

"They might make fun of you for kissing a fat girl like me," said Selina with a chuckle. "It just makes them look like idiots."

At the table were also Rhianna and Donna. "This way," said Rhianna, whose girl-only orientation was apparently a matter of general school knowledge, "we can all sit with you, and no one will think any more about it than they just did."

After a moment, Cindy and Lita joined us. The whole group, at one table -- I hadn't expected that. I had never noticed that we all had the same lunch shift.

There were others in earshot, so we couldn't talk freely, but I did manage to find out that they would be trying to get together in a smaller group the coming weekend. Friday night was open for everyone but Kate, who had to work. Also, they would try to snatch the table in the far corner, which was far enough away from the others to talk in privacy, for lunch every day.

"You know," said Kate, "I really don't think I can wait another three weeks." Everyone looked around a bit nervously, but then the others agreed.

Putting our heads together, we were able to figure out that Selina's mother was going to be away for the weekend, and would probably let her have a slumber party. If I went out on an "overnight with some friends," my parents would be okay with it, as long as I didn't look like I was going to be getting into trouble.

Selina lived just a couple of miles from my house, so I could ride my bicycle over there after the girls, except for Kate, were all there. Selina could pick up Cindy and Donna and Rhianna. Lita loved to bicycle, too, so she could ride over with me. I would wait for her at the corner of her neighborhood, about seven-thirty.

That Friday, my friends were going to party, and there was a great party with a band and beer we could crash, but I wasn't going. That was it; they knew I had to be getting laid to miss a party like that. It didn't matter what I or anyone else said.

When they pressed me, I said I was going to do homework, and they just stared at me, like I said I was going to fly to the moon. "Dude, it's Friday night, and there's a party."

"Is this about those two dogs who kissed you at lunch last week?" said Mike, who was a little slower on the uptake than some, but who had not missed that the interest in those kisses was obviously two-way. The term "dogs" was a reference to body shapes, not faces. Kate didn't have much in the way of curves, and Selina was obviously just another short, fat girl, and that's all they noticed.

That was all they ever noticed, I realized with some pain for my friends. Guys really are mostly assholes, aren't they? I thought to myself -- even my friends. I had been half in love with Selina for a long time -- even when I thought she was not physically that appealing. I would never have been mean to her, as my friends would, but would my disinterest have been just as cruel?

How many girls are alone with broken hearts, because guys who would love them if they looked closer, never learn to give them a second look?

"Bullshit," said Bob. "I know you, dude. You are planning to get laid tonight. Don't you bullshit me."

Friday, I had showered, and gotten myself cleaned up, then got together what I would need for an overnight encounter, and put it in the saddlebags on my bike. After dinner, I headed over to the corner where I would meet Lita. I was early, but she was already there, and we headed off.

Ten minutes later, we were at Selina's, pulling our bikes through the carport and around to the back, where they wouldn't be visible from the street. We knocked on the back door, and Selina answered.

Selina was wearing a lace bra that nevertheless had enough support to hold her huge breasts, and French-cut lace panties. Her choice of clothing displayed the amazing curvature between magnificent breasts and equally magnificent hips, with no extra fat at all. Selina's always-cheerful demeanor in the face of the boys who were so nasty made me realize that the contempt between them was mutual. They scorned her because they didn't think her looks met their standards; she scorned them because their hearts didn't meet hers.

She welcomed first Lita, and then me, with kisses that would have shocked my buddies speechless. Hiding under the false, dumpy exterior, was a girl who was pure sex and love.

I still didn't know what we were going to do, long-term, but I figured we would talk about it more that night.

I was surprised to see Kate there. She had managed to get the night off, after all.

Selina had asked that we all bring sleeping bags and swim suits. She had us lay out all the bags onto the den floor, where she had pulled back all the furniture. The stereo was playing, and she had already popped popcorn and had some sodas. "I'd like to share some wine, but there wasn't a chance to get any," she said.

I pulled out a small cooler from my backpack, with a couple of bottles of Chardonnay. "I had a chance," I said. In those days, getting wine or beer was a snap, no matter what your age. Hard liquor was more difficult.

They were delighted with the wine, and soon, we were all sitting around with glasses of wine. Selina looked at me and shook her head.

Selina had come up with the evening's entertainment. She had a game, with a spinner, some questions, and some complicated rules, but it basically meant that we were slowly getting down to no clothes, and doing things with each other while we did. She had her mother's bag of toys, which included about a dozen different dildos and vibrators of different sizes and shapes, and all sorts of little rings things with bumps, things with fur and feathers, and even some padded hand-cuffs and chains, a whip and a riding crop. I saw Rhianna looking at those last things with real interest, and I thought, oh, this could be interesting. I really didn't want to do anything having to do with control or hurting anyone, but it was pretty clear Rhianna had a different view of things.

"Yeah," Selina laughed, "the game, too. Don't ever tell anyone about this, and she would KILL me if she knew we were using this stuff, but yeah, it's all hers. Since my Dad left, she told me that she was in an experimental phase, but I think she used to use most of this stuff with him."

With each person's turn, he or she had to do something different. There were three levels to the game. In the ice-breaker level, they just asked really intimate questions of each other, and took clothing off each other. Anyone who didn't feel a question was answered fully enough or truthfully could challenge, which always resulted in a penalty. Everyone else playing would vote on whether the challenger won or the one challenged, with a coin toss to determine in the event of a tie. The loser would have to select one item from the bag of toys, which the winner would apply to the loser's body for a period of one minute, in any way the winner desired, but without removing clothing. Hand-cuffs and other restraining devices were different, in that they did not have a time limit. If you chose them, you were locked in them until you managed to win the key back, which wasn't even available until the third level.

A second penalty took two minutes, and the winner could move, rearrange, or remove clothing as desired to accomplish it. A third penalty took three minutes, and the winner could apply the penalty with any part of her/his body.

Every time someone finished answering a question, and there was no challenge, the group voted on their answer. If they felt it was absolutely uninhibited, the answerer would be able to keep his/her clothing. Otherwise, he/she would have to remove one article of clothing, in as sexy a manner as possible. Every other turn, a player would have to remove an article of clothing, no matter what.

The second level of the game involved doing things to each other, such as kissing on the lips or various other body parts. The third level was explicit, direct, and intense.

I thought I would do pretty well in the question answering session, but it seemed that none of my answers were uninhibited enough for the ladies, and so I ended up losing my clothing faster than anyone.

Rhianna called a challenge on something, and the rest of the ladies voted that she won the challenge, so I had to pick something she would have to apply to me. I sighed, and looked in the bag of toys. There really wasn't anything I wanted to have applied to ME. Most of these were things which were meant to be used by a woman, and a lot of them looked like they were made to be used by two women.

There was only one way to use that thing. She had already taken off her PJ bottoms and panties, so she slid the bumpy extender onto me. Selina handed her some baby oil, and she applied it to the outside, before sitting down onto it. She was grinning at me, as she started to ride up and down. "I get to do this first," she smirked.

I was smirking, too, but for a different reason. I saw what Selina was pulling out of the bag as she put away the baby oil.

The first time the little whip of thongs hit her bottom, Rhianna reacted just as loud and shocked as she had when I had spanked her. She fell forward on me, and started coming all-out, screaming as she did so. I couldn't help it; I started coming just a few seconds later. It had been a long week, and I had been careful not even to masturbate, so I would save myself for this weekend.

As a result, I was so horny that my balls were hurting, even before I kissed Selina hello. Anyway, I was more than ready to blow by this time, and when Rhianna started clamping down so hard I could feel it through the big extender, I couldn't hold it any more, and started unloading.

I was just finishing, when I realized Selina was pulling Rhianna off me, frantically. "It's my mother," she hissed at me. "Hide!"

I usually think pretty fast in a crisis, but this time, my thinking didn't come out right. I saw her mother's bag of toys, and should have taken them with me, but I didn't think of that. All I could think was that there was something missing, and her mother would notice it.

So, I yanked off the sheath I had been wearing, and dropped it in the bag. Fortunately, it landed point down, so it didn't leak all over the rest of the bag. I could hear footsteps in the kitchen, coming towards the den.

There was no closet, so all I could do was dive behind the couch. I hit the floor just as I heard the door open.

There was a good ten seconds of silence. I tried to visualize the scene. Selina probably still had her mother's whip in her hand, Rhianna was probably sitting back with a big puddle of her cum still running out of her, and Selina's mother's toy bag and explicit sex game were all over. I wondered if there was any chance her mother wouldn't figure it out, but I had forgotten about the smell.

"Well," said a voice which reminded me of Selina's contralto, "this room smells like some of the slumber parties that I had when I was in high school. Selina, whose toys are those?"

"Damnit, girl, don't you know what kind of trouble I'd be in if these girls talked about this?"

There was a long pause. "I hope you mean that, dear, because if you break that promise, I will go to jail, I will probably lose this house, and Selina will probably lose her chance at going to college."

"Don't you 'what' me, young lady! This thing still has warm semen in it!" She raised her voice, and said, "come out, RIGHT NOW, or I'm calling the police!"

"Young man, come here." I walked over to her. Her eyes gave the tiniest flicker down as I did, but I'm sure I did not impress her. "Young man, have you been having sex with my daughter?"

I didn't know what would help, and what would make things worse. I couldn't even look to Selina for a clue as to what her mother would want.

Selina's mother was what you would call a handsome woman, rather than pretty. She had a matronly figure, somewhat similar to Selina's, but a few pounds overweight, with breasts that were a bit larger than her daughter's. She must have been on a date, as she was showing as much decolletage as I'd ever seen in one place.

As I got up to her, it became apparent just how distraught she was. She was holding the sheath I had been wearing up next to her chin, but the contents had dripped out onto her bare upper chest. She saw me glance down there as I came up to her, and her eyes flickered down with a start, as I think she finally realized where she had dumped everything.

As she looked at me, now a bit unnerved by the fact that my cum was sitting on top of her tits, I gently took her shoulders, looked her in the eye, and said, "yes."

"Yes?" She took a deep breath, and then started over. "Is that all you have to say for yourself?"

"Yes? No?" She laughed, but it was a tiny bit shaky. "Do you have anything other than a one-word answer?"

"Yes." This time we both laughed. I was finding myself really liking this woman, and despite my better judgement, I was back to fully erect. She finally glanced all the way down, and her eyes widened slightly at seeing him looking back at her. She looked back up at me.

"Yes, I've had sex with your daughter. No I haven't had sex with her today. I love her, I would not do anything to cause her harm, and I would lay down my life to protect her. You can ask her for the details later, but she actually knows these things are true."

I pulled her in a bit closer. My erection was still standing up, but her breasts were now touching my chest, and I hadn't pulled her in far enough that he would be touching her dress.

"You obviously love your daughter very much, and you also obviously understand what a stellar person she is. You didn't freak out when you thought she was just having sex with her girlfriends, trying out your toys, so I assume the fact that a guy is here is the reason you are so upset right now. Is that right?"

She nodded, still looking shocked, but I could feel her nipples poking through her dress.

"I assume you are worried because most guys are jerks, who will see a woman as a piece of meat, say anything she wants to hear to get into her pants, and then leave her hurting to go brag about their conquest to their buddies."

The slight hunching of her shoulders and the sudden softening of her nipples made me take a wild guess. "I'm guessing that you are home early tonight, because you thought you had met a guy who was different, and it turned out he was the same as the others."

She started shaking at that, and I could see tears forming in her eyes, even as she struggled to gather herself.

I went on, gently. "I can see you are telling yourself you have to put aside your pain, so you can deal with your daughter's situation. You don't have to do that."

Tears were starting to come out of her eyes, now, and she was getting close to losing it, but she wasn't about to surrender watching out for her daughter. "She is all I have! Of course I have to do that."

"You have to watch out for her, and keep her from harm, but you've done that. She is one of the most amazing people I've ever met. Look at her," I said. I turned her to look at Selina.

I had figured that Selina would have gotten herself dressed, but she hadn't. She was as naked as I was, and she was on her feet, looking at her mother.

"She is in pain, because she sees that YOU are in pain," I said. "Look past that, and you will see a daughter happier than she has been in a long time, I think."

"It's true," Selina said. "I told you last year that I thought I had fallen for Danny the day I met him. I was right, I had, and he had for me, too."

"Yeah, I did notice a big change in her happiness this week, but wait." Her mother glared at me. "Then why did you tell me that you haven't had sex with Selina today? Is this" she shook the sheath at me "not yours?"

"Actually, I think it is yours, but yes, that's my cum you're wearing," I said, pulling the sheath out of her hands, and tossing it at the bag, now on the floor beside her.

"I told you the truth when I said I have not had sex with your daughter today. I am going to have sex with her today, but I haven't yet."

"You mean--" she looked around at all the others. "Oh, no. This is bad. I think I'm going to have to call the police after all."

I sighed, and looked around at the others. "I think she needs to hear the whole story"

"Every last bit of it," I said. "I think she has already heard enough, that she is going to jump to all sorts of wrong conclusions, if we don't give her the entire story, with nothing left out." I looked over at Selina. "Do you agree?"

She hesitated, then came over, and kissed me, full-body, passionately. Then she turned to her mother, and kissed her just as passionately, which I could tell shocked her, as she obviously hadn't done that to her before. She looked at me, and said, "I agree completely, but there's one more thing I need to do before we give her the full story."

She leaned over, and licked my cum off of her mother's chest. It only took a couple of seconds, but Mrs. Davis was so shocked by that, she didn't know what to do, so she did nothing but gape. Then Selina kissed her again, full on the mouth, and it was clear that she and her mother were sharing my cum. I think Selina had given as nearly all of it to her mother as she could.

When she broke away, her mother hadn't swallowed, but she was clearly holding me in her mouth, thinking about the flavor. Selina turned to me. "Kiss her, like you kissed me last weekend."

I knew what she meant. I had kissed all six of the girls the previous weekend, after Selina and Cindy had shared my cum by kissing them all. I kissed Mrs. Davis tenderly on the lips, which she was too shocked not to return, and my ever-so-tender, yet insistent kiss, finally broke her down, and she swallowed before kissing me, but I could still taste myself in her mouth. As the kiss went on, I could tell that she was getting fired up much as her daughter had, and she groaned as we shared our tongues, pressing her body hard against me. Her nipples were like small rocks in her dress.

She finally pushed me away, breathing hard, and said, "How could you, how could you," and looked down at my now-throbbing erection. She frowned. "How could you point that thing at me and claim to be in love with my daughter?"

She shook her head. "That wasn't what I meant to say. I meant to ask how you could kiss me, when you knew I had your stuff in my mouth."

Selina laughed, and said, "I knew that would get your attention. Yes, let's tell her the whole story, but first, Mom, let's get you out of that dress."

It took a bit, but she got her mother's dress off, and her mother led the way through the house in her underwear to her bedroom, where she got it hung up, then noticed that not only Selina and myself, but all the rest of us had shed all our clothing, too. Then she shrugged, dropped her under-things in the laundry basket, and said, follow me.

She had a huge bathroom, and part of it included a full-sized jacuzzi. "Selina, get the top off the jacuzzi, please, and get the bubbles turned on. I need to fix myself a drink." She made a gin and tonic for herself, and we all got refills of the wine, and we all climbed into the hot tub.

Actually, I should call it a warm tub. It was warm, but not too warm. "This is the perfect temperature," said Mrs. Davis -- "and call me Barbara. I don't let anyone call me by a formal name when we have been naked in a hot tub together. This way, we can sit in here for hours if we want to, instead of getting out after ten minutes."

When we were all settled in -- and somehow, I was between Barbara and Selina, and my arms were around them, although I didn't remember making any moves to get in that position -- they started in on the story. They started from the all-state auditions, and left nothing out. As they got to the previous weekend, and talked about it, each of the girls shared bits and pieces, including what I had said and did, and how they had felt about things at every stage.

When they got to talking about the encounter with Billy and friends, I thought Barbara was going to have a heart attack. "Oh, sweet Jesus!" she said, "I could have lost you!" I could feel her trembling. She was holding Selina's arm across me, then pulled her into her arms, and began sobbing.

As mother and daughter embraced and cried together above my naked body, my erection, which had never gone down completely, was fully awake and clamoring for attention again. I didn't mean for it too, but it must have bumped some body part or other, for I felt a hand wrap around it, as the two women broke apart, and pressed themselves back to my sides. I was surprised to see that the hand belonged to Barbara.

When we got to the parts about the encounter with Billy and his father in the middle of the night, and about the things the girls had said about me before and after, she just squeezed me harder. I could feel her shaking next to me, and tears were on her face again.

When they ended with the story of our week at school, including what Selina and Kate had done to me at lunch, and what I had done after that, she just turned to me, kissed me full on, and then climbed over onto me to slide me into her.

"Barbara," I managed to get out between kisses, "do you want me to put on a condom?"

She just pulled me into her. She was hot, and ready, but not at all tight. She was not a small woman, but I managed to stand up with her wrapped around me. I laid her back in the water, and the girls supported her, including kissing her lips and sucking on both nipples, as I started thrusting into her. She wound up slowly, as I thrust into her, and even though I had already come in Rhianna, I couldn't hold on as long as I needed, so I came into her. She could feel it, and that got her almost there, but not quite all the way.

I kept going as long as I could, but I could tell she was frustrated, when I finally slipped out. "Come on," I said, "We're just getting started."

I picked her up, and we walked over to the shower, rinsing the chlorine from the tub off, while I kissed her some more, and Selina -- her daughter! -- ate my cum out of her cunt. That brought her to one fairly good orgasm, but she still wasn't all the way there.

We got dried off from the shower, and went over to the bed. I was hard again by that time, and this time, I started pounding her hard. I had no trouble with staying power, now that I had already come in her, so I was able to keep it up, while she got more attention.

Suddenly, smack! came from behind, and she started to say, in outrage, "don't you dare--" but she didn't get any farther, because another smack cut her off, and it took her a couple of breaths before she could say anything else. A third smack came before then, and then so did she. I glanced back to see that Rhianna was whipping her, with that little stick that had the flat strips of leather on it.

She wasn't reacting nearly as strongly as Rhianna had, but she was definitely getting extremely wet, and she was also definitely winding up to a monster orgasm. With Rhianna's help, we finally got Barbara all the way released, with her whole body locking up, and full-throated screams with each convulsive pulse. I came in her a second time as she did it, but I didn't think she could feel it, she was so overwhelmed.

Finally, she was done, and we all eight flopped around on each other on the bed.

After a moment, Selina said, "So, Ma, can we keep him?" Her mother started snorting at that, and soon, we were all howling with laughter.

As we came down, she said, "Where's my drink? You do realize, don't you, that any word of this getting out will be every bit as dangerous to me as those assholes you ran into were, don't you?"

She shivered, then looked at me, and there were tears in her eyes again. "Thank you for saving my daughter's life," she said. "Yes, I trust your heart, although I see all kinds of problems with the hypothetical plan you all have put together. Even if it doesn't work out, my daughter will be the better for it. It's a hell of a lot better than anything I ever experienced in high school."

"Speaking of experience," said Kate, "I was really hoping for some of that wonderful tool of his tonight, too."

"And I've cheated you out of some," Barbara sighed. "If you girls only knew how much I needed it. You're right, though, I shouldn't have done that, but damn, it was good."

She looked over at me, and said, "my daughter is right; you really are one in a million." Tears started to flow, and she said, "I won't stand in the way of her happiness; that will have to be our only time together."

"SEE?" said Cindy to the others, and I was surprised at the anger in her voice. "THIS is why I said I would not let him make that promise. He may only have so much cum to give, but there is no limit to his LOVE, and THAT's what I don't want to limit."

Cindy kissed Barbara tenderly on the lips. "You can have my share of him, Barbara, any time you want. I have his love, and that's enough for me."

Even Kate and Rhianna eventually said the same thing, so Barbara was mollified. I did make love to Kate and Lita, before we dropped off, but that was all I could manage.

About three o'clock, I woke up, and got up to use the bathroom. When I came out, I saw that Donna was awake, so I started kissing her body. We ended up making love on the recliner next to the bed. Even though we were quiet, Selina and Cindy joined us as we were finishing. We went downstairs to the den, and Selina and Cindy did the two-on-one, with one sitting on my face, and one sitting on my penis. Donna helped out.

In the morning, I awoke to hear "so this is where you went." I looked up to see Barbara, looking down at me, naked.

"You are an amazingly beautiful woman, Barbara," I said. "I hope your lovers all tell you that, because it's true."

I shook my head. Donna was snuggled up to one side, and Cindy to the other. I had the twins. "What a wonderful way to wake up," I said, "surrounded by beauty."

I didn't see Selina, though. Just as I was wondering where she had gone, a very HOT mouth descended on my very hard penis. It was just a morning erection, not because of the bodies around it, but morning erections are always the hardest.

Selina showed some skill in working my penis, although she scraped me with her teeth a couple of times. Her mother just drank her coffee, and watched, and didn't say a word. When Selina finally brought me off, and swallowed, her mother just nodded in approval, drained the rest of her cup, and walked off to the kitchen.

She fixed a big breakfast for us all, then as we sat down to eat it, said, "I think we need to talk." Well, no surprise there.

"First of all, I have no problem at all with what you are doing. As I said, I think your long term plan may have some problems becoming reality, but I saw enough last night that if you really want to go there, I'll help, all I can, once you all are through college. Not before then, and it would be a mistake to try before then. You have far too many changes ahead of you to try to establish something permanent right now.

"Second, that was the best stress relief I've had since my husband left, almost ten years ago. I've had a few dates since then, but they were all terrible disappointments, and last night was just about the worst. Thank you all for helping with that. I'm going to have to go see that bastard later today, to get some things back and break it off -- the relationship, not his dick, although it's a tempting thought.

"Third, Selina, you may not know that in my younger days, I was a real fire-cracker. I've really tried to hide my background from you as you were growing up, but after last night, I don't feel the need to do that any more.

"I did a lot of stupid things when I was younger, and I was very lucky. My best friend and I once gave head to the entire football team, and had them vote on who gave head the best." She smiled. "I won. Another time, we also fucked them all, and I won that one, too.

"Anyway, if you want, I can give you all a seminar on how to give head, or even how to fuck a man's brains out." Her eyes twinkled. "If you wanted it, I could ALSO probably teach you all some things about how to eat pussy, or how to use toys to drive a woman out of her mind, too."

"I think we'd all like both of those," said Kate, "except Danny on the first one, but we'll need him as a test subject."

"As long as you all realize how deadly serious it is for me if your parents find out I'm involved in this," Barbara went on, "I can give you a lot more help, too."

"Well, for one, you probably can't camp every weekend, and you'll need a place for your activities, where you won't be raising suspicions. My house can serve as an alternate place for your whole group to meet, when you can't camp. It can also be a place for individuals to meet, when you want a little one-on-one.

"I see that you also brought your own wine tonight. I don't want you bringing alcohol into my house, ever -- that's much too dangerous. As long as you are staying overnight, though, I don't mind buying the wine and sharing it, but if you don't exercise strict moderation, I'm cutting you off. That's also something that even telling your friends about could put me in jail.

"I'm fine with it, Mom, but only if you'll share Danny like all the rest of us," said Selina.

"No, Rhianna," said Kate. "Selina's right. Barbara needs him every bit as much as any of us do -- maybe even more. She's taking a much bigger risk than any of us to help us all, and I won't let her do that, if she can't share in the reward."

"Well, I don't think it's all that complicated," I said. "She's a part of my heart, and I love her like I love you, and I couldn't refuse to give her the love she needed, any more than I could refuse any of you."

I looked over at Barbara, who was looking at me oddly, with a half-smile frozen on her face. "I've been more honored than I can say," I said, "that you shared yourself with me last night. I'm very glad that it was what you wanted and needed, and it was wonderful for me, too. I'd love to have you teach us those things you mentioned, and help us in the other ways, too, but I agree with Selina. If you are going to help us that much, you cannot be any more exposed than you already are. Your help will only be acceptable to me if it comes as a full sister in the group, making love fully to ALL of us.

"More than that, Barbara, I HAVE fallen in love with your daughter, just as I have with each of these other ladies here. With Selina, though, it was almost two years ago, when I thought she was a girl with an ugly body, but a beautiful voice and personality. Last night, I saw where Selina's wonderful personality comes from. I fell for you just as I did for her, and I'd never want anything to hurt you, just as I'd never want anything to hurt her, or any of these."

I had to stop then, and Barbara tackled me, sobbing. I pulled her onto my lap, and held her there, stroking her hair, as she sobbed onto me. When she slowed down, I reached out my hand, and someone put a tissue in it. I wiped her nose, gently, and her eyes, and kissed away the tears. When she looked up, I kissed her mouth, and she returned it eagerly. She wanted to shift around until she was facing me, then realized where she was, and stopped herself.

"So, Barbara," I said, "are you all the way in? Make love to all of us -- including Selina -- as equals, and teach us what you know of love, while we give you what we have of love in return?"

When we broke apart a few minutes later, and sat back down to finish breakfast, we knew. Barbara was as much a part of all of us as I was.

With that, I had to shower and head back home, or my parents were going to worry. The rest of the girls were going to stay until Sunday. I did a bunch of chores in the morning, and got a nap in the afternoon. To my surprise, my parents did not mind my staying out for another night, so I rode back over to Selina's.

When I got there, Barbara was out, and the others were asleep, but Selina was up. I made love to her, slowly, as I had before. When we were done, I asked her how she felt about the whole thing with her mom, and she was feeling good about it, but it was a little weird. "It's like, all of a sudden, I can talk to her about all this boy stuff I've been wanting to talk with her about for years, and never thought she would understand." She smiled through tears. "It's wonderful."

As the evening went on, I made love to Cindy and Donna, while they did their tag team on me again, and then to Kate and Lita the same way. Finally, I made love to Rhianna again, using a condom. I was able to satisfy her, especially with Donna helping with the little whip, and although I had an orgasm, I had hardly anything left to come.

That meant, by the time Barbara got home around eight, I was out cold, after having made love to all six of the girls. They had to fill me in on it later, but Barbara had managed to see the guy she had planned to spend the weekend with, and she had firmly broken off the relationship.

She had stopped by the grocery and liquor stores on the way home. Without waking me, the girls got in the supplies and put them away.

When I finally woke up around nine, bleary-eyed but halfway recovered, Barbara was in the midst of teaching the girls how to use a vibrator on themselves. As I wandered in, she was saying to Donna, "no, don't ever use that one."

Donna was sitting on a ball, that looked like it had something on top of it. The part that you could see looked like a pair of balls and part of a huge penis. She was looking surprised, and thrilled, and in pain, all at the same time.

Barbara smiled. "Yes, it is, but let me tell you a couple of secrets. For one, your vagina will shrink if you don't use it. If it's been a long time, ANY penis will stretch it out and feel huge. On the other hand, if you use a huge dildo all the time, even a guy hung like a porn star will feel small.

"So, the short version is, NEVER put anything in you that is bigger than your guy's penis. NEVER. I don't care HOW good it feels, or even if he is the one who encourages you to do it; it will make you miserable in the long run."

She looked up and gave a start, as she saw me. "It's okay," I said. "I know I'm not big, but I expect I'll keep growing as I get older. I could also tell that I wasn't quite enough to satisfy you last night, which is why it took so much to finally get you off."

Donna had climbed off the thing, and was licking her own juices from it. I looked at the 12" dildo. It looked like it was 2½" in diameter. It was really intimidating. "Is that baby why I wasn't enough for you last night?"

She turned scarlet, but she didn't turn away. "You are right. Using a bigger dildo is like a drug. You always want something that stretches you just a little bit more than you are used to, but that always ends up with you being loose as a goose after a while. When that happens, you can't really satisfy a man, and he can't really satisfy you. The most wonderful thing you did for me last night was persist when I was too loose to get off from ordinary sex."

She fondled the big dildo. "This puppy served me well, when I had no man who could give me what I REALLY need. Now that I've found a real man, though, this baby is going in the trash, so it won't tempt anyone."

She looked me straight in the eye. "You are man enough for any woman, if she has the sense to see it. You may get bigger as you grow older; most men do. Whether you do or don't, though, I will never put anything in me that would make me less pleasurable for you, or you less pleasurable for me, and that's a promise."

With that, she tossed the monster dildo in the trash, along with a couple others that weren't quite so over the top, but were still bigger than me. The only ones she kept were the little vibrator she had been demonstrating with when I came in, and ones obviously made to use as other than dildos.

I watched, fascinated, and she walked the girls through how to masturbate with a vibrator and with a dildo -- and I was surprised at how much difference there was between them -- and then through how to use a vibrator or dildo to bring off their friend.

In doing the latter, it turned out they really did not know how to do cunnilingus, so she gave them a lesson on that, as well, then had them pair up and practice on each other. "No sixty-nines! You can do that later. For now, just concentrate on either doing the eating, or being eaten. Don't try to do both at once."

When that was done, and everyone was sweaty and satisfied, she offered to show them something that guys would love, if they could do it. Only Selina and Lita had enough tits to do it, although Donna and Rhianna might be able to manage it. Barbara gave me a titty-fuck. I'd never had it done, but I'd heard about it. It wasn't quite what I thought.

"It isn't about jacking him off, girls. You need to get through your head what this is about. It's something much older and more primal than that. You can see bucks do it in the spring, when they stand in the woods and spray cum all over themselves. The sperm has all kinds of pheromones in it, and it says, "I'm a buck, and I'm in rut, and if you want to get pregnant, ladies, I'm the one who can fuck your brains out. That's what the smell of cum really means, if you're a deer.

"The thing is, if you're a human, it means exactly the same thing. Why do guys love to come on a woman's tits, or on her face? Because it marks her with his pheromones. It gives her face an overwhelming dose of the scent that says he can fuck her brains out, and give her a baby any time she wants one. It marks her as his, and says he is willing to fight for her, if any other buck tries to take her away.

"That's also the reason why women love to have men come on their face or their tits. It isn't because they like the feel of it, so much. It's because they like the smell, and what it says. It marks them as his.

"So, if you are going to give a guy a titty-fuck, or jack him off, or let him give you a facial, you need to get this through your head. He's going to like it, because just like that buck, he gets to mark you as his doe; part of his harem. To him, his cum on your face and tits says that he not only HAS fucked your brains out, but that he WILL fuck your brains out, again and again, and that he will fight to keep you. To YOU, his cum means that everyone who sees you knows that you are his little whore, and he can fuck you as much as he wants, in whatever way he wants, as often as he wants, and that's the way YOU want it."

She smiled at the girls. "That's what a facial or a titty-fuck means. Not every woman is comfortable with that kind of attitude. If you don't want to buy into that, then don't do it. Don't try to fake it; you'll end up hating the guys who do it, and hating yourself. If you do buy into that, though, you will love giving titty fucks, and you will love getting guys to come on your face and tits even more than they will love doing it to you.

"You can actually use it as a way to get a guy off when you DON'T want to go all the way with him, but it still can't be faked. You HAVE to go through it like you really WISH he could fuck you, and you have to mean it, and you have to decide to enjoy having his cum sprayed all over you, and enjoy the feel, the taste, and especially the smell of it.

"When you do that right, you can drain a guy dry, just as if he was fucking you for real, but without him actually doing that. He'll love it, and you can depressurize a difficult situation that way. Just don't try to fake it, and you'll love it, too."

She sighed. "I once had that whole football team come on my face and tits at once." She sighed again. "It was messy as hell, but damn, it felt and smelled good. After that, I let them see it dry on me, then put my cheerleader uniform on, and cheered the whole game that way. God, that was fun." She giggled. "I never did it again, though, at the team captain's request. Their coach was going crazy, because they couldn't focus on the game. They kept looking over at me. They got creamed."

ALL of the girls said they'd want it, so Barbara showed them how to do it, from jacking off a guy when kneeling in front of him so he came on her face, to lying back so a bunch of guys could jack off on her, to giving them an actual titty fuck with their breasts.

"In the case of those with smaller breasts, you can still give a titty-fuck; you'll just have to use your hands to hold the penis against your nipple, as you rub your breasts up and down. You'll essentially be jacking him off with your nipples, instead of between your breasts, but it's the same basic thing, and the psychological bit is identical."

She ended up using baby oil, and having me titty fuck her. All the while I was doing it, she was talking to me, about how much she wanted me to fuck her brains out, and she wanted to rub some of my cum all over her tits, so she could smell it as it dried there, and she wanted to wear some of it until it dried in place, and walk out in public, so everyone she met would know that she was my totally fucked babe.

It worked. Writing it all down, it sounds so silly, but when she was saying that, as I was thrusting in between her huge, soft breasts, pressed hard around my pRick, it was incredible. They felt like I was fucking the worlds softest ass, but all I could think about was spraying my seed on her face, and marking her as mine. Soon enough, I did just that, and it felt great.

She made a big deal about it, too, thanking me for how good it felt, and smelt, and how horny it made her. She took some off with her finger and tasted it, and told me how great it smelled, and took some more and put it down in her vagina, and rubbed some more on her clit and on her crinkled nipples to dry there, and left the rest on her face where she could smell it. It turned her on so much doing this, that she started to masturbate, and started coming right away, which ended up with me fucking her, and coming in her again -- and making her come again, too.

After she had come down from that, she talked them through what she had done, and asked me what I had thought about it. There was no doubt, she had absolutely nailed what made me want to spray her face with cum, and what made it a fantastic experience. She had it exactly right, and the girls and I both got an education on that.

Of course, the girls all wanted me to do that on them, too, but I didn't have the resources just then. Barbara laughed. "Girls, this is one that will just have to wait for a time when he isn't being fucked dry by one horny old woman and six horny young women."

They all laughed, and she went on, "this will be a good one to try if it has been a couple of days for him, and there is just one of you to satisfy. Then you can do this, and he'll still be able to fuck you afterward, like he did me. But you have to remember to let it turn you on almost to the point of orgasm as I did, if you want him to enjoy it as much as he did just now."

She looked over at Cindy and Kate. "You two can do this just as well as the others, by jacking him off with your hands holding him against your tits. You need really big tits to let him fuck between them, but remember that it's not about the tits; it's about his marking you as his property. If you get off on that, and talk to him about it, it will be just as exciting for both you and him, as it would be with Selina or Lita. Instead of coming between your tits to spray your face, he'll come against your tits to spray your face, but you and he will get off just as much." She thought about it for a second. "In fact, you'll probably get off even more that a girl with big boobs would get off, because the contact will all be with your nipples, instead of the sides of your breasts. There's really nothing physically stimulating about having a penis go between your breasts; it's all about the psychological part of being marked."

The evening ended with us all in a heap on the floor, scattered around on the sleeping bags, while Barbara told us stories from her past. She really had done everything. She had been a stripper for a while, and even done a few porn films when she was just out of high school. She had also tried just about every variation under the sun, at one time or other.

"Oh, that's easy," Barbara replied. "Two girls and one guy. The guy has enough staying power that he can fuck us both twice in an evening, if not more, and I can make love to the girl, too. With three people, you can always be doing something to someone, and someone can always be doing something to you. Strangely, it can be more intimate than with two, if you are all into each other."

The girls seemed to absorb that, then Donna asked, "How about two guys and one girl? Have you done that?"

"Honey, I've done 'em all. That's good, too, but the girl usually gets more fucking than she really wants, unless the guys are gay, and again, guys can work together in fucking a woman, but if they are man enough to satisfy you, they aren't going to be interested in each other. As much as you hear about gang bangs -- and I've done them, more than once -- you are not really built to be fucked by more than one guy at a time. If you do that, it will be an experience to remember, but be prepared to have trouble walking the next day." She frowned. "Be prepared to see a doctor, too, because you'll probably pick up something nasty."

We ended by her suggesting she tell a bedtime story. "Are you going to talk dirty to us?" asked Donna.

"Not tonight. Talking dirty to a person is very different, depending on whether a woman is talking or a man. I'll show Danny how to talk dirty to a woman another time, and I'll demonstrate for you all another time, how to talk dirty, woman to woman, and woman to man. This is different. I'll just tell a story. As you listen, put yourself in the story, ladies, and feel free to touch yourselves as you do. Danny, you might want to sit up in a chair, and watch, and pay attention to where I'm taking the story, because it will give you a lot of insight into women"

She launched into a long story, that was an odd mixture of fantasy, feelings, desire, and being swept away by a man. There was a lot in there about being owned, and being out of control, and being powerless in the hands of the one she to whom she wanted to surrender her heart. She fell in love, with a good and kind man, but their romance didn't have a chance to go very far, before evil interfered. There was another man in the village who wanted her as badly, but she could not stand him, because he was evil.

When she rejected the evil man, he persisted, and she found herself flattered by his persistence, even though she did not want him. When he asked her, very politely, to assist him with something, she agreed, and stepped aside to speak to him privately. A moment later, she was bound hand and foot, and gagged. He lifted her up onto his horse with a gentleness that surprised her, and carried her away to his hideout in the mountains. She knew he planned to rape her, eventually, and there was sexual excitement mixed with her terrible fear.

The ride up to his cabin took two hours. During it all, she was laying across his saddlebow, and he kept her there by his hand on her ass. Whenever the trail was smooth and easy, he caressed her ass.

The first time he did that, she tried to protest, leaping back from such inappropriate contact and screaming at him. All she managed, however, was a half twisting away from him on the saddle, and a glare, and a choked screaming sound from beneath her gag.

"Oh, you like that, eh?" he chuckled. "Good, good. Then you should like this even more." He flipped her skirt and petticoat up, and pulled her drawers down, uncovering her bare bottom to the sun - and to a man - for the first time in her life. Her eyes bulged out, leaking tears, but she was already back to face down, and she knew he could not even see them.

As he rode on, he caressed her bare flesh, and she tried to protest more, but found herself gasping for air inside her gag, as his rough hand sliding gently across her exposed flesh was lighting fire across the skin. She never even touched herself there, except when bathing, and then only as much as absolutely necessary. He was only running his hand over her buttocks, but the sensations were completely new to her. Her tears dripped, unnoticed, onto the trail, as she called the name of her hero to rescue her.

As they went farther up the trail, and he did not come for her, her despair at her predicament was being mixed with many strange new feelings, some of which were disagreeably pleasant. By the time they had arrived at his hideout, she was whimpering with the depth of her helplessness.

When they arrived at the cabin, the villain left her hanging over his saddlebow, bare bottom exposed to the sky, while he tended to his horse. He pushed her out of the way when he removed the saddle, telling her only, "if you fall, it will hurt a lot, so keep your balance." She almost fell, but managed to stay up there. She was still bound hand and foot, and gagged, so there was little she could do, anyway. She could feel the warm sun on her buttocks, and even more disturbingly, on the tender flesh between them, that had never seen the light of day.

When he was done with his horse, He pulled her off of it, and carried her into the cabin. He did not untie her hands at first, but said, "if you will promise me you will not scream, I will remove this gag, and give you water."

She did not want to grant him even a little control over her, but the gag was horrible, and she was terribly thirsty. She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. He smiled at the tears, and gently untied the gag. He did not unbind her hands, but brought a ladle of water, and held it for her while she drank.

"Now, isn't that better?" he said, as he put the ladle away and came back. "If I unbind your legs, will you promise not to run away?"

He laughed his evil laugh, then, and said, "well, then, I will just have to chance it." Then he untied, not her legs, but her hands. He gave her a minute to rub her hands together, and get the feeling back into them.

After a moment, she got up the courage to speak. "What are you going to do to me?"

He just smiled, and said, "nothing at all." He gently took one of her wrists, and lashed a strap of leather around it.

"That's right, nothing I haven't already done, unless it is something you ask me to do to you." He took a thong from the strap, and, carefully checking the length, tied it around one of the roof beams. Then he took her other wrist, and lashed another strap around it.

He got right up in her face. "I mean, 'beg,' because I will not DO one thing to your body that YOU do not BEG me to do, except for the touching I've already done. In the meantime, though, I want to look at you." He tied the other thong to a different ceiling beam, and said, "now bring your hands together.

More out of curiosity than obedience, she tried to do what he said, and could not get them closer than a foot apart. He nodded, and just said, "good."

Then he got out his knife. "Now, to let me look at you." He put his knife up beside her cheek, so she could feel the cold metal, then slowly brought it down. He brought it all the way down, separating every layer of clothing from her body, and splitting all the layers of clothing. She closed her eyes in shame and loss, as her body began to be exposed to this hateful man. The dress had been her mother's, and could not be replaced without months of work, yet he was splitting it in two.

He did not stop at her waist, but continued to separate the cloth from her body, until she was exposed from chin to between her feet.

Then he did the same exercise down each of her arms, until the layers of cloth fell back from now completely bare arms. She was so ashamed. She had dreamed of letting her hero see her bare arms one day, and now they were exposed to the hated one, who laughed as he saw her shame.

When all her upper body was completely bare, exposing not only her arms, but even her bosom and the rest of her torso, he began the most shameful trek of all. One at a time, the knife journeyed down each of her legs, splitting off the precious material, and leaving nothing but pale flesh behind.

At last, he undid her shoes, and removed them. She closed her eyes in horror. She was now fully exposed to this man, unable even to cover herself with her arms.

With a gasp, she opened her eyes, to realize that the sensation was merely him running his hand up her side. As she opened her mouth to scream, he slid it down again, to caress her bare bottom.

He laughed his evil laugh again. "I said I would do anything do you I had not already done. I had been caressing your now-sunburned bottom for the last hour, and I will continue to caress your body."

"No need to get excited. I'll not do anything else to you at all, other than talk to you, unless you ask me. I'll even not touch your nipples or your vulva, unless you BEG me to."

He was still running his hands up and down her side. Now he moved in until she could feel the bulge in the front of his trousers against her vagina. She was so frightened, she could not breathe.

"If you don't ask anything of me, NOTHING else will happen. You'll eventually be free to go.

"If, however, you BEG me to fuck you, and to make you my slave, I will do just that."

"Why would I ever do that?" She sneered, but she noticed her breathing had picked up quite a bit. He was still running his hands up and down her sides.

"Why, indeed," he sneered right back. "When you BEG me to fuck you, and treat you like dirt, and make you my WHORE, I will do just that. I will only do exactly what you ask, so if you don't want to be my whore for the rest of your life, all you have to do is not beg me to take you that way."

Then he got right into her terrified face, and spoke the most frightening words of all. "I know your heart, even if you don't. I know that you are going to beg me to take you as my slave. I know that you are going to beg me to fuck you, and keep you as my whore, for the rest of your life, because that is all you are good for. You will bear my children, cook my meals, and entertain any other ladies I bring in to fuck, here in the bed. If I take a notion to give you to any men I happen to be working with, you will let them fuck you enthusiastically, and you WILL love it, because a whore is all YOU will ever be."

He looked into her eyes a moment more, then said, "remember, none of those things will happen, unless you acknowledge to me that you know what I just said about you is true, and you beg me to make you my whore, and take you as my property forever."

Then he kissed her gently on the cheek, and turned away, beginning the real torture. He had her there for three days. She only got water and food when he gave it to her. He took her outside to the privy hole twice a day, holding her thongs like a leash while she did her business.

All the time he was working around the tiny cabin, he was tormenting and seducing her at the same time, caressing her body as he was talking to her, saying he would make her his slave. Even though she was crying and protesting, she felt a betraying ball of warmth begin to rise in the pit of her stomach. She knew what it was, and fought against it, but he was relentless, touching her breasts, and stroking all the other parts of her naked body, but not yet touching her nipples, or the area around her pussy.

Despite her trying to distract herself, the warmth kept increasing, the more he talked to her and touched her, until her pussy felt like it was on fire. She was still afraid of what he would do to her, but now she was even more afraid of what she would do when he started in on the rape. Would she try to fight him off, or beg him to fuck her senseless? Would she spit in his face, or would she kiss him passionately. As the seduction went on, she realized she did not know the answer.

The more he touched her everywhere else, the more a part of her wanted him to touch her pussy. She wanted him to caress her there, to stroke her, kiss her, lick her, and yes, fuck her there. Her need was growing, and soon this villain, who was as evil as he was strong, was going to own her heart.

Her body was betraying her. Against her will, she squirmed as he touched her, no longer from repulsion, but from desire. He had her hands tied above her head, but she could feel the betraying wetness on her thighs. Her smell was thick in the cabin.

She was not on any birth control, and her religion forbade abortion, but the fear that this horrible man might get her pregnant, was beginning to mix with not caring whether he got her pregnant. An hour later, she was hoping she was fertile, so tormented with desire was her vagina.

She almost did, but caught herself as she opened her mouth to beg him to fuck her. "Never!" she said, but he laughed evilly again, and now she knew, as he had from the beginning, that it was only a matter of time before the betraying words escaped her mouth, and he gave her no more than exactly what she begged for.

"Soon," he crooned, sliding his hands over her body. "I can see that now you know. You were born to be fucked, and a whore is all you will ever be." She squirmed and panted in desire, still saying never, but weakly, now. They both knew that he had already won.

On the third day, while she was trying with the last of her strength not to beg, she knew he could draw it from her at any time. She was lost. "Say it," he said one more time, and she finally realized that there was nothing at all she wanted more than to be this man's whore, just so he would give her the fucking she so badly needed.

She opened her mouth to say the words, and commit her life to be used as nothing more than the object of all his desires. She said, "please-" and the door crashed in, kicked by her hero. The sight of him coming to her rescue was such a welcome sight that she actually had the beginnings of an orgasm, just seeing him. All her desire for the villain was swept away in that instant, and she was her own again. No, she realized, never again. She would belong to her hero, if he would still have her, now and forever. She knew, now, what she was, but if she was only to be a man's whore, to use as he chose, she would choose as good a man to own her as she could find.

There was a vicious fight, during which a lantern was smashed, and the cabin began to burn. The hero killed the villain, but the cabin was really burning now. He untied her, and she threw herself at him, sobbing. She barely managed to resist trying to tear his clothes off and begging him to fuck her, right then and there. Distraught as she was, she knew he would not understand, and they had to get out.

They barely managed to get out, but without any of her clothes. He brought to his horse, in the meadow, and began to take off some of his clothes to cover her up. When he started doing that, she just started helping him. He only meant to cover her, but she said, "please, I need you to wash away the memories of those horrible hours. I need you to do something for me."

And so, he took her, and laid her out on his cloak in the meadow, and ravished her body, in all the ways the villain had said he would ravish her, and it was every bit of what her body needed, and as glorious as the shame of the villain doing that would have been horrible. She cried aloud her joy to the skies, as he brought her to full release.

When they were both spent, he wrapped his cloak around her, and rode back with her to make her his wife.

They lived happily ever after, but she never forgot that her body would belong to any man with the patience to seduce her, be he good or evil, so she stayed close to her man with all his goodness all her days, in much happiness and with many children.

There was very little description about him, except in vague terms, but what he was doing to set her on fire when they made love was very crisp in terms of her feelings.

I kept track of it, sitting in a chair. By the time she got through the love-making, all six of the girls had gotten off, with soft sighs and small cries, before drifting off to sleep. I got up from the chair, to use the bathroom one more time and to brush my teeth, before I came back to lie down.

When I came out of the bathroom, Barbara was waiting for me. After a quick kiss, she whispered, "wait for me," then went in to the bathroom.

I waited, and she took a while. When she came out, she poured two glasses of wine and handed me one, then led me out into the living room, in the other direction from the den. We were at the other end of the house, and could talk there. We sat down on the love seat, next to each other. Neither of us had on anything at all. It was warm in the house, but I put my arm around her shoulders, and she seemed content to lean in to me at first.

Then she turned to face me, and said, "I wanted to talk to you alone for a bit, Danny," she said. "I wonder what you think of all this."

I thought for a moment. "I think you have taken a big risk," I said, "but you're all in now. There's no turning back at this point."

She smiled. "I'm impressed that you would think first of me, but that's not what I meant. I meant, what do you think of all the sex stuff we've been talking about?"

"I'm asking if you are okay with it. The girl-girl stuff, the masturbation, group sex, and all of that."

She laughed and shrugged. "I guess that's an answer. Some people are freaked out when things don't meet their expectations, and sex is an area were people often have very specific expectations that they don't even know about. If you aren't bothered by anything we've talked about or done, that's a very good sign."

"No, I'm fine with it." I thought for a moment. "Well, except the thing about two guys together with a girl. I guess I could do that, if any of these girls asked for it, but I would just be cooperating with another man to make the girl happy. I don't think I would enjoy it very much."

I frowned, and had to think about that. "I guess I don't sound very enlightened, but yeah, I wouldn't like that. If she wanted to make love to another guy, though, it would be none of my business, unless we were married. No, I think the thing that would make me uncomfortable is the sexual contact with the other guy. I don't know what women find attractive in guys, but I wouldn't be interested in finding out."

She smiled. "You're a lot more enlightened than most men. I wouldn't worry about your feelings; I think they are exactly where they need to be."

She leaned against the back of the love seat, and said, "so, is there anything else you would be freaked out by?"

"Well, we've talked about a lot of experiences today -- far more than girls are usually exposed to at their ages. They really are too young to find out about some things we haven't talked about yet."

She laughed, softly. "Oh, yeah. We've just begun to scratch the surface of the ways in which people can give each other pleasure. I was just worried that we were going to overwhelm our only man."

She laughed again. "Hell, no! Haven't you been listening? The fact that your balls can only produce semen so fast is nothing. It's your heart we want, not your dick. Well," she said with a smirk, "not ONLY your dick."

She drank some more wine, while looking at me appraisingly. As it always seemed to be, these days, I was erect again. "What kinds of other experiences were you thinking about?"

"Lots of things. Some of it -- maybe most of it -- is based on people who never have been able to find sexual fulfillment. Since you and the girls are already there, you may not be interested in any of it. Some of it is stuff that would appeal, I think, to anyone who is open-minded, but you have to be pretty open-minded.

"Well, like the spanking. I would not have gotten off last night, if someone had not had the insight to hit me with that whip. My ass is really sensitive, and that was what it took to push me over the edge."

"That's one side of it. There are people who get off on giving other people pain, and there are people who get off on being made to feel pain, but I think both sides of those people are well and truly sick. There is something fundamentally wrong with getting pleasure from harming others.

"At the same time, though, there is something mysterious in the whole male-female dynamic, that has to do with conquest and surrender, and violence is a part of it. It was part of that story I told the girls just now. Women want to be swept off their feet and carried away. I'm sure you've heard that expression, right?"

I blinked at her. "You mean, like, grabbed and taken away, and, and," my mind was not going to let me finish that sentence.

"And raped, yes. Women want to make choices about who Cindys them away, but they want to be TAKEN by a man, even if it's against their will."

She smiled grimly. "That's why date rape will always be a problem. Girls have this fantasy of being swept away by someone irresistible, but they don't think it through, any more than the guys do. They tell guys, with their body language and tone of voice and all sorts of other things, that they want to be swept away. When the guy starts doing the sweeping, and the girl realizes it has crossed an arbitrary line she has set up in her mind, she panics. By that time, though, the guy is in unstoppable mode, and it frequently results in tragedy."

She glared at me. "No, I think we should castrate ANY rapist with a dull knife. I was just saying that it is a problem because girls really DO lead guys on, even if they don't think they are doing it. The guys are still bastards, because they don't stop when the girls say to, but the girls help to cause the problem, because they keep getting in cars with boys they know are dangerous, because of that stupid fantasy."

She shook her head. "Anyway, that wasn't where I was going with that. The instinct is for women to choose the men who will take them, but they still want to be TAKEN. That's why girls don't ask guys out on dates. They want the guys to be the initiators in the relationship."

She looked at me. "You are an amazing young man, Danny, but there is a lot you still need to learn about women. You might just be able to keep those six young women satisfied and full of love, but you'll have to learn a lot more about what makes them tick. I'll teach you."

She finished her glass of wine, and turned to set it on the side table, then turned back to me. "Now, you have just finished a glass of wine with a beautiful woman, and you are both naked. What do you suppose is running through her mind?"

She laughed again, and said, "you are in good company with that one, Danny, but it's a simple answer. She is going to be saying to herself, 'why doesn't he fuck me? Am I really that unattractive? He can see my cunt, I'm unprotected, why doesn't he fuck me?'"

I was going to just thrust into her, when she laughed again, and stopped me. "Whoa, boy! That's a good start, but you have to both be in control AND you have to get the woman ready. If you don't, you'll hurt her. But you have the right idea. Just make sure you don't enter her until SHE is ready, but remember, YOU have to decide when she is ready. She does not want to be asked.

"Let's save that for another time, Danny, but there is something I want to offer you, that I think will make up for the embarrassingly loose pussy I presented to you last night."

"My ass." She held up a small tub of Vaseline. "Use lots of this, and be gentle, but I think you'll find it tight enough. She put her hands on the back of the love seat, put the Vaseline in my hand, and stuck her butt up in the air."

She glared at me for a moment, then lost her anger and stood up. She pulled me to my feet, and to her, and spoke gently.

"I'm sorry. You are so perceptive for a guy, that I'm tempted to forget that you are still a boy in high school. Let me try to explain this, and please try to hear it with an open mind."

She looked at me for a long moment, then sat down, and pulled me onto her lap. I was bigger than she was, but it was still a wonderfully maternal moment, pressed against those beautiful breasts.

"No matter what you've been told, yes, penis size matters to women, but I think maybe it's very similar to how breast size matters to men. Most guys will only see the tits, and either go after or ignore the girl based on her body, but never see the real person inside, either way. The real trick, which you seem to have done with my daughter, as well as with Cindy and Kate, is to see past the body to the real person inside. Most guys won't do that, but you now know that their opinion isn't worth shit, right?"

I had to nod at that, although it was a bit painful to hear this woman saying that about my buddies, although she was speaking about men in general. I couldn't disagree, because it was exactly what I'd been thinking about my friends.

"Still, now that you've made love to Selina and Lita, as well as to Cindy and Kate, I'll bet you can see that while you love making love to each one in her own way, there are nice things about each body style that aren't true with the others, right?"

"Other things being equal, weren't you delighted to find out that Selina wasn't the fat girl you thought she was?"

"So, other things being equal, bigger tits ARE better, although you can enjoy the smaller tits just as much. That sounds like a contradiction, but you know, now, that it isn't, right?"

I frowned. It DID sound like a contradiction, but she was right. I DID enjoy Selina's and Lita's breasts in a way that was not true of Kate or Cindy's small breasts -- or even of Rhianna's or Donna's in-between breasts. Bigger was definitely better.

Yet, there was no way I would say that I found Selina's or Lita's bodies more beautiful than the others, or that I enjoyed making love to them more than the others. I enjoyed each of them in her own way, and while the size was an advantage, in terms of the love we shared, it just didn't matter that much.

"I guess you're right. It's what I'd been saying to them, but I hadn't thought it all the way through. I DO like the bigger breasts, but I also like making love to Kate and Cindy every bit as much as any of the others. It is about the love, not the body parts."

"Very good. For women, it's kind of similar. Yes, other things being equal, a bigger penis is better than a smaller one, and a much bigger penis is much better than a much smaller one. Everyone knows that, but it's the 'other things being equal' that is the important part.

"You heard what I told them about that monster dildo. For a woman, having your pussy stretched out just a bit when it is penetrated greatly increases the pleasure, and having it stretched out a lot, while it can be uncomfortable or even very painful, increases the pleasure to the point at which it usually results in totally out-of-control, monster orgasms."

I nodded, glumly. "Whereas a guy who isn't very big might fuck you for half an hour, and not even be able to get you off. Yeah, I got that last night."

She smiled, gently. "Yeah, I knew you got that. That's why I'm telling you this, because I don't think you got the next part.

"I'm going over all this stuff with you, because I think you really need to hear the next part. Having a bigger dick stuck in me is probably very much like having a bigger tit to fondle, or a bigger nipple to suck on, for you."

"Let me ask you this," she said. "If you had to choose between someone with Selina's body and a typical, snotty, self-centered high school girl personality, and Cindy to make love to, to which would you rather make love?"

I hesitated. "That's a harder question, because I'd want to look at the other body because of my hormones, and at Cindy because of my love." I paused, thinking about it. "I THINK the love would win out, but it might depend on how horny I am."

She had to laugh at that. "Okay, I have to give you points for honesty on that one. You guys really are led around by your dicks most of the time, and we tend to forget that."

She paused a moment. "Here is the thing, Danny, that I really want you to understand, and that is my perspective on it. I've made love to so many men, that I really have tried all kinds. I've made love to a guy who had a two inch penis, and another guy who measured over fourteen inches -- no shit, I measured it myself.

"The biggest guy I ever had was about eleven inches long, but so thick, it felt like a toy baseball bat was being stuffed in me. I screamed myself hoarse with that one, came until I passed out, and limped and bled for two days after, I was so sore.

"I've also -- and I really don't think you should tell the girls about this; I'll tell them when I think they are ready -- made love to about a dozen different kinds of animal, including goats, sheep, ponies, donkeys, horses, and all kinds of dogs."

I was so stunned, I didn't know what to say. I think my mouth must have been hanging open.

"I'm telling you all this, so you know I'm not kidding when I tell you I really understand how this size thing works for a woman.

"Do you know who gave me the best fuck of my entire LIFE? It wasn't the stallion, with his eighteen inch by three inch log, nor the donkey, with his fifteen inch dick, nor that guy with the fourteen incher, nor the monster guy with the one so thick I passed out from coming.

I just blinked at her, waiting for the punchline. She just waited. "I don't get it," I said. "How can the size matter that much, if you can get the same effect -- or even better -- from someone that small?"

She smiled. "Yes, it is a puzzler, isn't it. I was such a slut in my youth, that I would do anything to get a good fuck. A few years ago, I tried to count up the number of guys who have fucked me in my lifetime. I'm sure I've forgotten some, and I couldn't even remember all their names, but I counted over two hundred that I could remember. You've heard me tell you how much better a bigger dick is than a smaller one. Yet this guy had the very smallest dick that ever got in my pussy -- and he could just barely get it IN me. It was when I was at the stage of trying out donkeys and horses, so I was at least twice the pussy size I am right now. I was so cavernous at that point, it's a wonder he didn't fall in. He had the very smallest cock, that was so short he barely got past my labia, and so small he literally could not even touch the sides of my vagina once I got really excited. Even so, he gave me the best fucking I've ever gotten in my life, before or since."

She laughed. "I'm sure. It's true, though, and here's another piece of the puzzle, that might help you."

She touched my completely-limp noodle, lying shrunken and discouraged, and looked up at me.

She smiled again. "I know you don't; that's why we're having this conversation." She stroked him a couple more times, but he wasn't ready to acknowledge her presense.

She took me by the ears, and turned me toward her. "Tell me why Bill, with his two-inch dick, could give me the fucking of my life" she commanded.

I tried to think about it. I had made love with her, but she hadn't gotten off. I had fucked her for a good twenty minutes, and had come in her, and done everything I could, but it still wasn't enough.

"I don't know!! I don't know why you would think it was special; I couldn't get you to come! I tried and tried, and you just ended up getting frustrated when I slipped out of you."

She smiled. "Yes, I was very frustrated then, but that's not what I'm talking about. What happened then?"

"Well, we went into the shower, where your daughter ate your pussy. You had an orgasm then, but it didn't seem all that powerful."

"Too right, it wasn't. It was wonderful, but I didn't know what to think about my own daughter doing that, and that weirded me out a bit. When we came out of the shower, despite having a small orgasm, I was still frustrated."

"It must have been the bed, then. Was it because Rhianna hit you with the whip?"

She shook her head. "Forest and trees." When I stared at her, she said, "you can't see the forest because of all the trees."

When I still looked puzzled, she said, with some exasperation, "you cared enough for me that you were not going to give up until I was fulfilled. You loved me enough to take responsibility for my pleasure ahead of and at the expense of your own.

"It was LOVE, Danny, not size, not technique, but the simple willingness to put my needs ahead of your own, that set you apart. In all the hundreds of lovers I've ever had, only a very small handful have ever been able to do that.

"With Bill, it was pure technique. When I saw Bill's penis, he had already wound me up so tight that I was desperate to get SOMETHING in me. If he had not wound me up so much, I would have thrown him out. As it was, I probably whimpered in frustration, because I knew he wasn't going to be able to do the job. Given what happened after that, I think he had gotten that reaction a lot.

"Bill got his little penis in me, and began to work it in me, sliding it up and down my vagina -- not in and out, but up and down. He had room to slide it up and down the full length of my labia -- probably three inches, longer than his entire dick. He barely had enough length to reach my g-spot, though, so he banged it every time he got to the top, and banged my clit really hard at the same time.

"The combination of hitting the g-spot and the clit simultaneously and hard, with that different motion, was enough to throw me completely off guard, and I'm sure it would have had me coming before long.

"At the same time he was doing that, he was sucking and biting my nipples HARD, and it HURT, but that was enough to throw me into an orgasm, making me hunch up my body as I did.

"As soon as my butt came up in the air, he smacked my bottom, HARD, and suddenly I was coming REALLY hard, and starting to scream. It was already getting me off as hard and as fast as I'd ever experienced.

"Then, he started switching, and I completely lost it. He timed it so the spanking would happen at the same time he nailed my clit and g-spot. He was sucking on a nipple while he spanked the opposite ass cheek, and then he'd bite the same nipple while he spanked the near ass cheek on the next thrust, and then he would switch nipples on the next thrust. When he got to the bottom of my vagina, he started snapping my clit with his fingernail. It hurt like hell, but it also drove me farther into heaven than any man ever has.

"I was never a nympho, but the more I got into monster cocks, the longer it took me to get off. In order to get off in less than twenty minutes, I really needed to be fucked by something bigger than I'd ever had before.

"By the time Bill had me, if any guy had less than a ten-inch penis, he could fuck me all day and I wouldn't get off. Even the twelve inch guy almost ran out of gas before I came.

"When Bill started in on me, I knew it would be another frustrating night, when I would have to use my monster vibrator just to get to sleep. I would have just chased him away, except that he had gotten me so hot that I was willing to let him come in me, just so he would go away. I knew I was never going to get there, so I just wanted him to come as quickly as possible.

"The first time he hit my g-spot, I said to myself, 'whoa, that was a cool fluke' The second time he hit it, I was starting to gasp, but I still wasn't getting the concept that this guy with the tiny dick could actually do anything to me.

"As he started biting my nipples, I really wanted to tell him to stop, because it hurt, but then I found myself having a pretty good vaginal orgasm -- not earth-shaking, but the best one I'd had without something of inhuman proportions in me for years.

"Before I'd had time to come down from that, he was spanking me, and I was totally out of control, and then he started snapping my clit, and I was probably gushing cum, and I was screaming louder than I've ever screamed in my life, and it just kept on going, until he had come and was ready to stop.

"Then, without any slowdown, he just pulled out, put on his pants, and walked out. He didn't kiss me good-bye, or say another word."

She sighed. "I just lay there, with his cum leaking out of me. I couldn't get up or move to save my life. I heard the door close behind him, and the next thing I knew, it was early morning. I don't think he had been in me longer than five minutes, if it was that, and I was absolutely wasted.

"I never saw him again, although I tried to find him for about a year after that. I really wanted to get fucked like that again. It was cruel, and it hurt like hell, but oh, my god, I wanted to come like that again.

"Bill's technique made me think about the course I was on. I was really going after size in a terribly unhealthy way, if I ever wanted to have a man again. I got rid of my monster vibrator, and haven't touched another since. I wanted to shrink back down to normal size. I stopped doing anything with animals. I wanted a man -- a real man.

"Over the next two years, I had perhaps a lover every few weeks. Most of them were normal sized, and I tried to focus on them enough to get off. I managed with some of them, not with others.

"After a while, I stopped having other lovers at all. I wanted to give myself a chance to shrink down. I did exercises religiously to tighten myself back up. When I finally fell in love and got married, I had shrunk down enough that he felt as big to me as the monster cocks had felt before, even though he was about average in size.

"We had seven wonderful years together, before he left me for a newer model. I was very restrained and chaste during our whole marriage, although we did make love a lot. We did a lot of fun stuff in the bedroom, and he knew about my past, but in the end, it wasn't enough for him.

"Since then, I'd been trying to find another lover, while setting an example for my daughter. In the meantime, I'd been gradually getting back into using the larger vibrators, as you'd seen. Not the real monsters yet, but I was getting into that neighborhood.

"And then, last night, you came along. You don't have anything like Bill's technique, and while you're more than twice his size, you don't have enough length to reach my cervix, and you felt like you were getting lost inside me."

"Then, you said something like, 'we're just getting started,' and you took me into the shower, and I still didn't get off, and then you took me to the bed, and the others helped, and I was going to get off, but it was taking a while. Then Rhianna started in with the whip, and that kicked me over the edge, and I lost it.

"What Bill did was the best fucking I've ever gotten, but if I had to choose between him and you, I would choose you in a heartbeat. No contest.

"It was your love, Danny, that made the difference. It was that you loved me, not the size of your penis. If you want to make love to me again, I know you will send me into orbit again, because I love you, too."

I smiled. "I guess so." I stood up, and thought for a moment about all that she had said. I pulled her to her feet, and to me, and kissed her passionately, then said, "Thank you, for all you have done. I look forward to learning lots more from you, but that's enough lessons for now."

I turned her around, and gently pushed her towards the love seat, as I reached for the Vaseline. She got on her knees, holding the back, as she had before, and grabbed the little towel that was on the side of the love seat, and put it down between her knees.

I began working the Vaseline into her butt-crack, massaging her ass cheeks as I did. She began to writhe and moan as I did. "Hold still," I said, giving her ass cheek a hard spank. That only made her writhe more, getting her more spanks, but the more I spanked her, the more she writhed.

I began to work the Vaseline into her anus with my finger, getting it ready to take me. I made sure I had a thick coating all up and down my penis. I placed the head of my penis at her anus, and with a little working, managed to get in.

I could not believe how tight she was. I moved just a little forward, and then back, and again, and with each movement, her groaning increased.

I kept going. Pretty soon, I was bottomed out against her ass. I started stroking in and out, never going too fast, and she started winding up to an orgasm, arching her back towards me.

I reached out to grasp her wonderful breasts, mashing them against her chest as I pulled myself into her. This seemed to increase her passion, and when I pinched her nipples, she gave a little shriek of pleasure. I started thrusting somewhat harder, but smacking into her buns with my legs, pinching her nipples as I did so.

She was winding up to a big orgasm, I could tell. Let's see, what else did he do?

With my right arm, I was pinching a nipple hard. With my left hand, I reached around and lightly spanked her open and now very wet vagina and clit. She gave a huge gasp, and suddenly cum was gushing out onto my hand. I thrust into her butt hard, pinched a nipple hard, and spanked her clit and labia hard, and she went into something that looked and felt like convulsions.

I kept it up for something like thirty seconds, until she started to slow down, then I took her hips in both hands, pulled her tight against me so I was as far in her as I could go, and unloaded in her.

It took me quite a while to finish coming, I had gotten so wound up, but it was clear it was not only tighter for me back there, but it was more sensitive for her. Each time my penis pulsed, it was like her whole body was on strings, and her arms and legs and back and neck all flopped in time with my spurts.

When I was done, I pulled my rapidly-shrinking penis out. I realized I was holding her up, and she might be unconscious.

Even though she was a larger woman than her daughter, I managed to gather her up in my arms, with the towel under her butt, and carry her upstairs to the shower.

She didn't wake up when I got us into the shower. She didn't wake up until I started to clean her anus, which was obviously sore. That got her to open her eyes, and look around her, and then hug me so tight, I thought my ribs would crack.

We didn't talk in the shower, at all. The moment was too intimate for speech, and I'm not sure she could have talked if she had wanted to, just then. We got thoroughly cleaned up, then out of the shower and dried off. She just stood there while I dried her off.

Then I led her over to the bed, helped her into it, then climbed in beside her. She just snuggled up to me, her head on my chest, and went to sleep. She still hadn't spoken a word since her orgasm.

In the morning, she was still snuggled up to me, and she fit me just as well as her daughter did.

She gave a little shake of her head, kissed my chest again, and put her head back down on me. After a bit, I drifted back to sleep.

When next I woke, it was mid-morning, and we were still alone. This time, I was too awake to stay in bed, and could see that Barbara was awake, too.

"For the BEST fucking of my life," she said. "Even what Bill did wouldn't compare to that. She shivered. "I can't imagine what you are going to be like when you've had a few years of practice. You did that just from what I told you about what he did, didn't you?"

She shook her head. "No. What Bill did was too much, although I would have gotten on my knees on television to beg him to do it to me again, if I had ever found him again.

"He played me like a musical instrument. He knew the pain would send me totally into orbit, and he played just how to apply it, to get me to come hard for him, so he could come into me. As soon as he was done, he just dropped me and walked out, and never came back. He totally used me, although it never occurred to me to resent it.

"You, however, played me just as skillfully, and without his years of practice, but you also cared about what was best for me. Your goal wasn't YOUR pleasure; it was MINE. You also knew the pain would send me into orbit, but you only gave me enough to send me there, and then caught me with love as I came down.

I nodded, and she shook her head. "Amazing. I didn't know you were that strong. I barely remember the shower, but I have no recollection of how I got there. How long was I out?"

"Wow. The only other time I ever passed out from coming was with that guy with the super-thick cock. He said I was only out for a few seconds then, maybe as much as a minute."

She smiled, and put her arms around me, and kissed me on the lips with infinite tenderness. There were tears in her eyes, I saw with difficulty, because I was looking through tears in my own.

There was an intimacy between us this morning, which had not been there the night before. Starting from standing up, in the bathroom, we made love again, ending up in the missionary position on the bed, going very slowly and tenderly. At the end, we both sighed together, in a mutual orgasm that was not nearly as intense, but somehow more emotional than the encounter of the night before. We both wept through the entire love-making.

In the end, we got up, and came downstairs, to find the others sitting around the breakfast table. There was a bit of food left.

"Actually, she has been teaching me some things I really needed to know," I said, "mostly about what it takes to keep you all happy and satisfied."

Selina still looked angry at her mother, so I went over to her, and said, "listen. If you will let go of this and give me a chance to get some fluids and protein in me, I will give you another turn. Your mother has NOT been hogging me."

She still looked unconvinced, and I said, a bit more deliberately, "and I am not property!" I turned away and sat down. There were still some eggs and bacon and toast left, and Barbara had already gotten some, so I helped myself. Cindy got me a large glass of OJ, and I drained that while I ate.

I tried to remember the night before. I had made love to all six of the girls, starting with Selina, before Barbara had done her titty-fuck thing with me, ending with my making love to her.

All we did that was extra was the anal love last night, and the gentle love-making this morning. Well, I supposed that was two more than any of the others got.

Still, I wasn't property. I thought a bit more about what Barbara had said about what women wanted, and decided I would have to make that clear.

I would need to be heading home by about noon. I didn't know what times the others would have to leave.

I got up from breakfast, and took care of my dishes, along with Donna. When we got our dishes done, I started kissing her, then lifted her up onto the kitchen table, between Selina and Kate. As Donna's butt was at the perfect height, I started fucking her right there on the table, with her sitting on the edge of it, and me standing up. Donna was quite happy to make love that way; all she had to do was wrap her slender legs around my hips, and enjoy.

We were making love slowly and gently, with a great deal of passion, but it was still very distracting for the others. When Donna came, I had not quite come yet, but she came hard, which was just as well.

As Donna wound down, I lifted her down, then lifted Kate up in her place, and began to do the same to her. After Kate came, I did the same to Cindy, who was next around the table. I skipped over Barbara, then did the same with Lita. I finally managed to come in Lita.

I had to take a break after Lita. Everyone had now had two bouts with me since last night, except Selina and Rhianna, who had each only had one, and Barbara, who had had three.

I lay down to take a short nap on the den couch. I hadn't talked to Selina after the comment about property, but I would get around to her last.

I woke up from the nap, about forty minutes later, with another realization. Not one of the girls had seemed to be seeking to make love with me, when I had gone around the table, but all of them were willing to accept my making love to them, as if it were my right. It seemed Barbara was right, as amazing as it sounded. The girls really did want me just to take them, and not to ask them. As long as I was acceptable to them, they were going to let me do the leading.

I did remember what Barbara said about making sure the woman was ready. Each of the girls had already been ready when I had picked her up, but I would have to make sure that Selina and Rhianna were ready, when I got around to them. Selina would really be the ultimate test, because our last exchange had left some tension.

I got up, went to the bathroom, and brushed my teeth. Okay, Danny, it's now or never. I went out, and saw the girls were sitting in the living room, having tea. Selina was sitting in a pouf, and she had gotten fully dressed. In fact, most of the others were dressed, too. Selina still looked grumpy.

"Is anyone coming to pick the girls up, or are they getting rides home?" I asked.

"Well, I want to make love to you one more time before you go, Rhianna," I said, "as soon as I've finished making love to Selina." I bent over to pull Selina up to her feet.

"No," I said, and kissed her. For a long moment, I thought she would give in, then she shoved me hard in the chest, and turned away. I caught a glance of Barbara in the corner, who caught my eye and gave a tiny nod.

Well, if her mother thought this was the right course . . . I stepped over to Selina and put my arms around her, capturing her breasts with one arm, while I put my other arm around her tummy, and pulled her ass into my hard-on. She was wearing a skirt, but I was still naked, so all I had to do was flip her skirt up, and the only thing between my erection and her vagina was some very moist underwear.

"NO!" Selina yelled, and started to turn around. "It's not supposed to be like this!"

I held her tight, and began kissing her neck and the side of her face. I nibbled on her ear, and I could feel her knees beginning to buckle, and whispered, "how do you want it to be?" I could feel my erection starting to get wet from the panties between it and her vagina. As I started to kiss her cheek again, she bent over, away from me.

"How is it supposed to be, Selina?" I asked her, as I flipped her skirt all the way up, then pulled her underwear down to her ankles. I put my penis back against her now bare (and VERY wet) vagina, and said, "I'm going to fuck you now, I think. Do you object?"

"Selina, do you want me to ask you next time I feel like fucking you, or just take you?"

Selina was breathing very hard now, and I could feel the trembling in her vagina. "Please, please fuck me now."

"Selina, your wishes are very important to me, so I need to know. Next time I feel like fucking you, should I ask your permission, or should I just take you and fuck you?"

"Yes, whenever you want, even if I object! Now please, FUCK ME!!!" she screamed.

"With pleasure." I slowly thrust into her from behind, until I was bottomed out, as she sank onto her knees on the pouf, and put her head down. I took hold of her hips, and started thrusting hard into her. I was smacking hard into her ass with every thrust, and I could feel my balls smacking into her clit. She started coming hard, within seconds.

Barbara had turned out to be a gusher, as much as Rhianna had, but I hadn't noticed that Selina got more than ordinarily wet. In this more controlled situation, though, I felt so much cum from Selina that my balls were getting soaked. I wondered if the other trigger for Barbara was there, and decided to find out.

I smacked her ass cheek hard, and got a gasped "yes!" from Selina, even as she started winding up into her first really hard orgasm. I smacked her a few more times, but mostly just increased the violence of my thrusting, so my hips were banging into her ass as hard as my hand had been.

Selina was making incoherent sounds, even as she was clamping hard upon my penis. When I finally came, she shrieked out her reaction, in squeaks I would not have thought a contralto could make.

When she was slowing down from that, and collapsing, I got myself down on the pouf, and got the rest of her top off, so she was once again naked, and snuggled her up to me. I pointed to a throw on the couch beside a stunned Lita, and she brought it to me. I put it over Selina, as she snuggled up to me, apparently asleep.

I looked up to see all the women looking at me. Most of them had stunned expressions. Barbara, however, had a big smile, and gave me a tiny thumbs up.

"I was just taking her at her word," I said. "I wanted to make love to her, and she had said before that I could do that at any time. I even asked her again, if it would be okay to take her any time, even if she objected, so she has said yes, I can take her any time, any way I want, even if she objects."

"Yes, I know." I noticed that Selina was awake now. "At breakfast, we had a little tension, because she was objecting to my making love to Barbara more than the others, and I had to remind her that I was not property, to be negotiated or fought over.

"Then, since the whole question of whether I was a man in charge of his own sexuality or not seemed to be in question, I decided to make love to each of you one more time. In addition to the fact that I simply WANTED to make love to each of you again, I also wanted to find out if you had meant it, when you said you were mine to take, any time I cared to sweep you off your feet. Starting with Donna, I lifted each of you off your feet and onto the table for a quick love-making session. I managed to get around to Lita before I ran out of energy, and had to take a break."

I looked down at Selina. "I could tell you were not happy with that, but the other girls had all said I could make love to them any time, anywhere, and I was just taking them up on that."

I looked back at the others. "Even though they were quick ones, they were genuine love-making, and it felt to me as if it were as genuine and wonderful for you was they were for me. Were they?" They all nodded.

"Good. After the nap, when I was refreshed enough to continue, I came out here, to see not only that you were mostly dressed to go home, but that Selina still looked unhappy. I decided that I didn't want her unhappy with me, but I also didn't want our relationship unclear. I do love her, and I do want to make love to her. She had said that I could, any time and anywhere, so I was just taking her up on it.

"When she objected, I was loving but insistent. If she had objected when I asked her, I would have stopped at that point, but I did ask, and she did not object. I did not finally enter her until she had reaffirmed that, yes, I could make love to her any time, any place, in any way, even over her own objections."

"Yes, I'm awake enough," she said, without taking her head off my chest. She seemed serene. "I have this to add."

She looked up at me. "I am sorry I objected. No matter what I'm feeling, I have given you the right to take my body, and use it any way you like. I'm not in an agony of desire, right now -- in fact, I feel completely happy and satisfied. You did exactly right, by pushing me.

"I say again, that you can use my body in any way you like, with absolutely no limits at all. If I'm ever bitchy like that again, you have my advance permission to strip me bare, spank me pink, and fuck me stupid, no matter what I say or do, or whoever might be watching."

She looked over at the others. "Given how easily I slid into trying to back out of my promise, I think it might be best if we just reaffirmed that for him. I promise that my body belongs to him. No limits. He can use me, or not use me, fuck me in any orifice, make me do any kind of kinky sex he wants to try, make me have sex with anyone else -- although I do beg him not to let me get pregnant by another man, or to get a venereal disease. He can show me off to others, or take pictures of me and sell them. I'll never object again to his making love to any other creature, or his ordering me to make love to any other creature."

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "I'll never doubt you again," she promised. "Never."

"I mean every word of it, and I hold each of you to witness that I have said this," said Selina.

"Well, I'm following it," said Cindy. "I agree with every word of Selina's promise, and I make the same promise -- every word of it -- and I also ask you to witness this promise."

"I think you are crazy," said Kate, "but I will agree to this much of it. I'll agree that he can make love to me any where not in front of those outside our group, any time, and any way he likes, except that I DO reserve the right to object. Just come and take me any time you want, Danny, but respect me if I say no. I'll even agree with the any orifice part, and I'll PROBABLY be okay with any kind of kinky sex, at least one time, but I still reserve the right to say no."

"I don't think they are crazy," said Lita. "I'll go along with the whole thing."

"No limits," said Lita. "I'm not about to let this one get away from me by being less committed. No limits at all."

"Yeah," Rhianna said, "I'd like to do that, too, but I think I need to be able to say no. I'm with Kate. I'll promise all of it, but I reserve the right to say no to any of it."

"I guess that leaves me," said Donna. "I think I'll reserve the right to say no, too."

"Okay," said Selina, "is it fair to say we have all promised the same thing, but three of us want to reserve the right to say no to anything, and three of us don't?"

"I think I'd better say something, here," I said. "I hope you know me well enough by now, to know that I am never going to force anyone against a for-real, strenuous objection, to do anything, unless I'm giving orders in a life-or-death situation. We've already been through two of those, and you were all excellent about doing what you had to do.

"At the same time, I WANT to be able to sweep you off your feet, and carry you away, and make love to you. I don't want to have to negotiate with you beforehand, and if I'm going to sweep you off your feet, that implies your being swept away, whether you object or not. If you WANT me to negotiate with you beforehand, then maybe I've misunderstood where you want this relationship to go. If, on the other hand, you just want me to sweep you off your feet, objections or not, then that's what you need to tell me.

"It sounds as though three of you -- Selina, Cindy, and Lita -- are okay with being swept off your feet, and three -- Kate, Donna, and Rhianna -- want to have more control over it. That's okay with me, either way. Just let me know if you feel that you are not happy -- in EITHER direction -- with the level of control you have over the love we share, and we'll change it. Your happiness is one of the most important things in the world to me."

I could see that Donna and Rhianna were looking uncertain about their choices, after hearing it put that way, but they didn't voice any more objections.

Selina said, "is there anything else you want, or are you ready to go home?" She sounded absolutely content.

"I suppose it we need to get ready," I said. In a few minutes, we had gathered things together, and were saying our good-byes. We would try to to camping in two weeks. Barbara would see about whether she could come along as a chaperone. After long good-bye kisses all around, Kate left with Cindy, Donna, and Rhianna.

After they pulled out, Barbara said, "that wasn't perfect, but it was pretty damned good."

I laughed, and then pulled her to me, as Selina and Lita watched. "You know, all the women there spoke up about what they wanted to promise, except one."

"Oh, no, no, no, no. You aren't going to pin me down like that," she objected. I just pulled her in and kissed her while I pressed her hard against the corner of the stair wall. It was pushing hard into her butt crack, while I was pressing my crotch against hers, and kissing her aggressively. After a few seconds, she was groaning in surrender, her leg winding up around my leg.

I moved from kissing her mouth to kissing her neck. "I need an answer, yes or no."

"You know the question. Do you want me to sweep you off your feet, any where, any time, any way, and with any one? Do you want to make Selina's promise, Kate's promise, a different promise, or no promise at all?"

"No." I said, and I pulled the top of her dress down so her nipples were exposed, and began biting them, hard.

"Yes, what," I said, nibbling rather than biting, but still nibbling rather hard.

She sighed, and then laughed. "Damn, but you learn fast! No restrictions at all. You tell me to do it, and I will do it."

I laughed, then took her hand and kissed it. "Thank you, Ma'am, for your trust in me." I pulled her face to me and kissed her very tenderly on the mouth.

Then I kissed Selina on the mouth just as tenderly, and thanked her for her trust, and did the same with Lita. After I kissed Lita, though, I really looked at her for the first time.

Barbara caught where I was looking at once, and just beamed. "I think you may be right, but she is proof that I was right, isn't she?"

She was. Lita had been happy before, but now she was positively radiant. By essentially declaring herself my sex slave, she had totally given herself over to me. Her expression now showed how much that had been exactly what she had wanted to do.

Lita shook her head. "I don't think she has had one since my Dad died, but she does go off to spend the weekend with a couple of girlfriends a couple of times a year. She did tell me once that it was okay to experiment with another girl if I got curious, but I should stay away from boys."

Barbara just smiled. "If she gets worried, Honey, just have her give me a call."

Lita just smiled and headed out to her bike, as placid as could be. I looked at Barbara. "You might just be getting a call."

Danny Boy, Chapter 5: Caught

by Trampoline

Danny Boy, Chapter 5: Caught

Big trouble and bigger lessons