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This is a work of fiction. No illegal activity described herein

was carried out, this document details fantasies that took place

late at night when I was alone in bed. I firmly believe that no

fifteen minutes of pleasure is worth the innocence of a child.

Besides, I derive much pleasure from the company of children,

playing with them or simply watching them at play, I am not going

to risk this for any momentarily heightened sense of pleasure.

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tell you to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says you're

going to ignore me, so don't blame me if you go blind, your

parents find you in possession of this document or your cum

causes your space bar to stop working.

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then see above, substituting "law enforcement agency" in place of

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If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or any

other such control group then read on, my aim is to offend you as

much as possible. People like you who would force others to fit

your narrow minded little world views are a blight upon the

landscape. My personal philosophy is that of "Rational Anarchy"

ie. anyone should feel free to do as they please such that their

actions do not adversely impact on the lives of others.

 

Chapter 18 - SPANK ME. PLEASE.

 

Up at the house the girls run giggling for Mara's bedroom as I take Ken

into mine and loan him another pair of shorts. We quickly towel off and

dress, Ken recovering his shirt from where he had left it before coming

down to the beach that morning, as we head into the kitchen. Less than a

minute later the girls arrive, Mara in a short little sun-dress and Chloe

in her Brownie uniform, as the dress she wore the night before and her bike

shorts are in Sherry's washer.

Sherry suggests that we return the movie and get some milk while she starts

dinner. Mike is so tired that all he wants to do is sit down in front of

the TV and he complains when I get in his way as I collect the tape.

Outside the front door, Ken and I swing the girls to our shoulders and we

exchange startled glances as we realise that neither of the girls is

wearing any knickers.

"That's five spanks you know." I inform Mara, as we begin walking down to

the shop.

"Yup!" she giggles, "Just not so hard this time. O.K.?"

"You want me to spank you?" I ask incredulously.

"Yep, I like it when you rub it better." She tells me.

I shake my head and turn to look up a Chloe, "And do you want Ken to spank

you too?"

She nods vigorously, saying, "Uh Huh, his spanks don't hurt, they feel

good." then adds quickly, "Unless I've been really bad, then they hurt."

"Oh, was this your idea then?" I ask.

Again she nods, "I wanted us to be naughty and leave our knickers off and

Mara told me she got extra spanks for doing that, so then I really wanted

to do it."

"You're incorrigible." I laugh.

"What's that mean?"

"Very naughty." I say.

She giggles, proudly saying "That's me."

By this time we have reached the shop, we swing the girls down and go

inside to return the movie and buy milk. After a short exchange of

pleasantries with the girl behind the counter we leave. On our way back

the girls run ahead of us, their little white bums flashing at us as the

hems of their skirts flap with their bouncing motions.

I look at Ken and see him licking his lips, "Looks like you can't wait to

give her that spanking." I say.

"And kiss it better." he laughs.

"Of course." I laugh back and take off after the girls. "Let's go"

We catch up with the girls and jog along behind them, appreciating the

brief glimpses we catch of their pert little bottoms. As we reach the

bottom of the drive I swoop on Chloe and sweep her happily squealing body

up and throw her over my shoulder, raining playful little swats on her

wriggling posterior.

Mara, who has stopped to watch us, turns to face Ken wit her hands on her

hips. A moment later she too hangs from his shoulder, feet kicking, as he

gives her the same treatment as her friend.

A minute later we are in the kitchen, still carrying our giggling burdens.

I survey the room, then look to where Sherry has just started frying fish

fillets and ask, "Where's Mike?"

"The poor little bugger was so tired that I gave him a sandwich and put him

to bed." she replies and points to the milk, "Put that away and sit down,

tea will be about five minutes."

Ken and I set the girls on the floor and they immediately go over to stand

beside Sherry with their hands behind their backs and their head penitently

bowed as they twist from side to side.

Sherry looks down at them and asks, "Yes?"

"We been naughty Mummy." Mara whispers, keeping her head down to hide her

smile.

Sherry looks over at where Ken and I sit at the table. "What did they do?"

she asks.

"Why don't you see for yourself." I say, pointing at the girls, who now

have their dresses pulled up to their waists to expose their cute white

bottoms to us and their hairless mounds to Sherry.

"Oh! Well I think five smacks for Chloe and ten for Mara, because she

didn't learn her lesson last time."

"That's not fair!" Chloe pouts, "She gets more than me and it was my

idea."

Sherry's head snaps up and looks at our grinning faces. "It seems Chloe has

a taste for light discipline and she's convinced Mara to give it a try." I

explain.

"Oh." she says and again "OH!" as she presses her hand to her groin, an

excited gleam in her eye. She gives her head a little shake and says, "Go

and sit down. You can get spanked after dinner, if we start now we'll

never eat."

They drop their hems and scurry over to us, for a moment It looks like they

will come to blows over Ken's lap, but Chloe gives way and happily trots

around to me, climbing into my lap. I wrap my arms around her waist and

she gives a contented sigh as I kiss the top of her head and drop my hand

to caress her slim brown thigh. A couple of minutes later Sherry brings

our meals over, mackerel fillets and salad and the girls slide over to take

their own seats.

After dinner Ken and I make Sherry sit down with a cup of tea while the

four of us do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. Five minutes later we

sit down with our own drinks, the girls back in our laps. They gulp their

drinks and bounce impatiently on our knees as we slowly sip ours, drawing

out their wait as long as possible.

Finally Chloe grabs my wrist and gulps the last mouthful of tea in my mug.

I look over her head at Sherry, commenting with a laugh, "I've never seen

any body so impatient to get their hide tanned. Do you think it might be a

better idea to punish them by not doing it?"

"Noooo!" Chloe wails, echoed by Mara, "We've been inc-incory.." Chloe looks

up at me helplessly.

"Incorrigible." I supply laughing.

"Yeah that, I'm incoryjbubble." She says. "You've GOT to spank me."

I look at Sherry and shrug, "What can I do?" I ask her.

"Spank her I guess." she laughs.

"O.K. I say, standing up and tumbling her from my lap. I move my chair

back, and motion Ken to bring his chair over next to mine. We sit down and

I crook my finger at the girls, putting on a stern mien, I growl, "You've

been bad haven't you?"

Chloe hangs back and examines her toes as she nods penitently while Mara

moves to stand beside her.

"What did you do?" I continue, turning the whole thing into a little play

for Sherry's benefit.

"D'n't 'r 'ny 'kers" she mumbles.

"What?" I say sternly, "I can't hear you. Both of you tell me."

"Didn't wear any knickers." They repeat together, loud enough for us all to

hear.

"Show me!" I snap.

They are really getting into this little performance and both of them lift

their hems with trembling hands to expose the naked, hairless lips of their

pussies. Chloe only holds her dress above her waist for a few seconds

before letting it drop back down to conceal her privates.

"Did I say you could cover up?" I say ominously, "Five more for

disobedience."

With a yelp, Chloe snatches at the hem of her tunic, lifting it until it

covers her mouth and nose, her eyes catch mine momentarily and thank me for

evening the score, but I ignore it, and let my gaze trail downwards, past

the bottom of her yellow T-shirt. Her knees tremble with what might be

fear, but my eyes follow the line of her quivering thighs to their

junction. There I see shimmering droplets of moisture clinging to her

puffy labia and my rock hard cock twitches. As I watch, a shining jewel

detaches itself and falls to the floor with a barely audible plop.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sherry twitch at the tiny sound, and I

hear her moan with suppressed excitement. She lifts her skirt and pulls her

knickers down to mid-thigh with one hand as the other cups and kneads her

dripping cunt.

"Look at me!" I snap, "Five more each!" and the girls heads snap back

towards me, aborting their move to follow my gaze.

I'm enjoying this immensely and stare at their immature cunnies to prolong

the experience as much as possible. As I watch, the first beads of

moisture appear on Mara's plump pudenda, while from Chloe's, there flows a

steady stream of dewy beads, most run in little rivulets down her quivering

thighs, but the occasional perfect, rainbow spherule falls to splash in the

growing puddle between her feet.

Suddenly a series of tiny ripples pass over her belly and from her parted

lips comes breathily, "Oh, oh, oh, oh." I can't believe it, just from

speaking and looking at her I have aroused her to climax. A tiny one

admittedly, but she has experienced an orgasm without being touched.

To one side and slightly behind the girls, Sherry is biting her lip and

both her hands maul her obscenely squelching cunt. Mara's eyes are wide

with surprise and strain to look to the side while she keeps her head

rigidly facing forwards. Beside me Ken's head turns back and forth between

me and his spasming sister, his expression unreadable.

I give Chloe a few moments to recover before I sternly order them, "Now

come here you incorrigible children, and get the spanking you deserve."

"No, No!" Chloe wails, letting her hem drop, then snatching it up again

before it can fall far. "I promise I'll be good, I'll never do it again.

Please don't spank me."

"I'm sorry," I say, "but you've been very naughty and must be punished.

Now come here."

They approach, feigned reluctance in each of Chloe's five jerking steps and

Ken has to pull Mara to him as she moves to stand in front of me, seemingly

forgetting his existence. He takes the hem of her frock and strips it from

her, leaving her wearing nothing but her sandals. He pulls her naked body

across his knees, positioning her so that her bare mound contacts his right

knee, holding her in position with his left hand on her hip and it dawns on

me, as to why Chloe enjoys her spankings.

Leaving her uniform on, I position her in the same fashion, facing towards

her friend. They link hands and look into each other's eyes as I raise my

hand and lock my gaze with Ken's, waiting for him to do the same.

Together our hands descend, our blows landing so close together that the

ringing slaps sound like an echo. "One!" I say and lift my hand, holding it

upraised for a slow count of three before bringing it down again on the

creamy white bottom before me. "Two!" Again I pull my hand back and

silently count an interminable three seconds before allowing it to fall

with a resounding crack. "Three!"

Twelve more times our hands fall, the creamy globes before us rapidly

turning pink under the stinging impact of our palms. Each ringing blow

sending a shockwave through their bodies to the engorged bundles of nerves

crushed against our kneecaps.

I count off the last blow, "Fifteen." and let my hand rest upon the hot

skin of Chloe's reddened buttocks.

"Nooo!" she wails, grinding her pelvis desperately. "Don't stop, It's

nearly happening. Just a few more." she begs me.

Opposite her, Mara too, begs of Ken, "Please? Don't stop now."

Chloe sounds so desperate that I decide to change things and pull her hip

towards me, so that she lies backwards across my thighs, her swollen,

bedewed mound thrust prominently upwards. I rain rapid light blows, little

more than feather touches, on her puffy labia and the inflamed little bud

standing stiffly between them, her breath catching as the first lands. She

stuffs her fist in her mouth and tucks her feet behind the rail under the

chair as she strains upwards seeking to expose more of her vulva to my

hand.

Suddenly she cums hard, and I cease spanking her pussy to thrust two

fingers into the hot vice like grip of her spasming vagina. Crushing her

clit under my thumb as I curl my fingers, dragging the tips over her G-

spot. Her body arches higher, straining until the back of her neck presses

into my thigh and only my hand on her mound prevents the corded muscles of

her legs catapulting her across the room.

As Chloe's spasms die, muffled squeaks from Mara catch my attention and I

look to see her draped backwards over Ken's legs, his fingers buried to the

hilt in her pussy. She too holds her fist between her teeth to smother her

ecstatic cries.

Chloe squirms weakly in my lap and I help her to disentangle herself from

the chair, lifting her to straddle my lap as I hug her. Over her shoulder

I see Sherry thrashing on the floor, her lip between her teeth as she pumps

her clenched fist in and out of her convulsing twat, the shredded remains

of her knickers twisted about her left ankle. Chloe twists in my arms,

turning to see what I'm looking at. "Oh wow!" she breaths, her fingers

digging into my biceps.

As we watch, Mara crosses in front of us and seizes her mother's wrist in

both hands. With a wrench she pulls Sherry's hand free and holds it back

while her mother recovers, her spastic spasms subsiding to occasional

twitches.

Finally her eyes open and she looks at Mara, "Thanks honey, I always need

help when that happens." she then looks at Ken and I, "Now what about the

boys? They probably need to cum too."

As Mara hurries back to Ken, Chloe slips from my lap and turns to face me.

I raise my hips for her as she tugs on my Stubbies, reaching inside to free

my cock when it catches in the waistband. A second later, she pulls them

past my feet as I strip off my shirt and pushes my knees apart as she leans

over and wraps both tiny hands around the base of my shaft while sliding

her soft warm lips over my swollen purple knob.

Beside me Mara has Ken's shorts around his ankles and is rapidly bobbing

her head up and down on his distended cock, jacking him off with her hands

and hungry mouth. Every few seconds she pulls free and rubs his bloated

glans over her cheeks before forcing it back between her wet lips.

Chloe holds the end of my cock in her mouth gently sucking as she watches

her friend's frenzied attack on her brother's prick for a few moments, then

emulates her. Fucking her face on the top half of my cock and trying to

force more of me into her mouth. Unfortunately the angles are wrong and

try as she might no more than two thirds of my rock hard member will fit in

her mouth.

"Wait a minute." I tell her and push her face from my groin as I stand up

and lift her into my arms. As I move towards the table, I hear Ken

groaning behind me and I turn back to watch them. Loud gulps come from

Mara as she swallows, her throat working franticly to keep up with his cum.

Then with a final slurp she runs her fingers up his shaft, stripping the

last of his semen from the urethra.

I then turn back to the table and lay Chloe on it with her head hanging

over the edge. I lift her hands to my hips then use one hand to press my

cock down to her lips, curling the other behind her neck to support her

head and cushion it from the edge of the table as I push my hips forwards,

sliding my steely shaft into her mouth and down her throat.

Beginning with slow steady strokes I fuck her throat, but my release will

not be denied and it is only a few seconds before my pace picks up and I'm

rapidly pistoning my tumescent staff between her lips, my tightening balls

bouncing off her nose with each thrust. Less than a minute passes before

my balls churn and I pull back, wrapping my hand around my angry red prick.

As I stroke my fist rapidly up and down, my jism making it's burning course

through my prick to pulse in powerful jets into Chloe's waiting mouth.

Then as she closes her mouth, I spray the remainder of my cum over her

pixie face. As I strip the last dribbles from my aching prick to fall in a

long white string onto Chloe's lips and cheek, Sherry pushes me aside and

her tongue, flicks out to lap up each globule and gooey string of my seed.

Chloe only allows Sherry a few moments to clean her face before pushing her

back and rising to sit on the edge of the table. Turning her face towards

me she tilts her head back and opens her mouth, her wriggling, semen coated

tongue rising obscenely from a viscous white pool. Before she can close

her mouth and swallow, I bump Sherry aside with my hip and Press my lips to

Chloe's, extending my tongue to swirl around hers, tasting myself.

Sliding my hand under her tiny bottom, I lift her and hug her to my chest,

her lively little tongue pushing my semen from her mouth to mine. Back

and forth we pass my cum, mingling it with our saliva, stirring the gluey

glob filling our mouths with eagerly wrestling tongues, finally dividing it

between us and pulling apart to look into each other's eyes as we swallow.

"Cool!" Mara's voice startles us and I turn to look at her. "I want to do

that. Do you think Daddy will do that with me?" she asks her mother.

"Honey, if Daddy will do anything at all with you, he will do anything that

you want. And I know that he loves to share his sperm."

"Oh goody!" Mara cries. "I can't wait until he gets back."

"But for now young lady, I think it's time for you to have a shower and go

to bed." Sherry informs her daughter.

"Oh Mummy, do I have to?" Mara pouts, fisting Ken's unresponsive cock. "I

want to have more fun."

"Yes you do." Sherry says, "I want to get an early start tomorrow and we

didn't get much sleep last night because of you two, so I'm going to bed

too."

"Well, I guess we better be going then!" Ken says. "Can I use your

bathroom for a minute?" he asks, indicating his sticky groin.

"Sure go ahead," Sherry replies, "take Chloe and wash her face too."

"Meanie!" Mara accuses her mother as Ken pries her fingers from his cock

and comes over to take Chloe from my arms. "Can I sleep with Geoff

tonight?"

"That's me." Sherry admits, "And I'm going to be a bigger meanie, I want

Geoff to sleep with me tonight."

"Um," I say, "is that a good idea, what if Mike finds us together? He's

not going to think anything of Mara and I, but you and me's a different

story."

"O.K., you can have him." Sherry acquiesces, "Even though I think that

Geoff just likes little girls better."

"That to." I admit cheerfully, "But you're not bad for an old lady," I

dodge the blow she aims at me and finish, "who looks like a twelve year

old."

"Ooooh! I'll get you for that crack." she promises.

"You try and I'll turn you over my knee." I return.

"Promises, Promises." she laughs, "If I wasn't so shagged I'd take you up

on that offer."

I'm about to answer her when Chloe and Ken come back into the room to say

goodbye. Chloe trots over to me, her dark hair damp from having the cum

sponged out of it and neatly brushed back into a ponytail. To look at her,

standing there in her slightly rumpled uniform, her freshly scrubbed,

little face turned up for a kiss, it is impossible believe that she is

anything but the innocent little girl, she appears to be.

But as I crouch before her and my lips touch hers all illusions of

innocence are dispelled as her arms snake around my neck, her agile little

tongue thrusting between my lips to tussle with mine. I slide my hands up

her slim brown legs, gently running my fingertips over the soft, flawless

skin from her knees to her hips. She moans into my mouth and her hips

twitch as my thumbs brush over the sweet tender flesh of her labia.

"Nooo." she moans softly as I take my hands from beneath her skirt and

gently pull her arms from about my neck.

"It's time for you to go baby." I say, "I'll see you again."

"I don't want to go." she whispers, "I love you."

"And I love you too." I whisper back, "But think of all the new things you

and your big brother can practice when you get home."

Her face brightens, "Yeah! Hey Ken, hur.. Oh!"

I look around to Ken and see him sitting on the floor with Mara sitting on

his shoulders, her legs locked behind his head as he gobbles her pussy.

Sherry stands behind her, "Ahem," she says and taps her daughter on the

shoulder, "My turn I think. Move."

"Make me!" Mara challenges.

"Easy." I say, gently setting Chloe on her feet as I move over towards

Mara. I take her head in my hands and move my head towards as though to

kiss her, she eyes me suspiciously but allows her lips to part, then at the

last moment I turn her head and drive my tongue into her ear. "Eeeek!" she

squeaks, her legs flying out straight and she slides from Ken's shoulders

to be caught by her mother.

"On your feet soldier." Sherry orders Ken as she lowers Mara to the floor.

He scrambles to his feet and Sherry takes his head in her hands, pulling it

down to trace her tongue across his lips. "Mmmm, she does taste nice.

Doesn't she?"

Not waiting for and answer, she crushes his lips to hers, slipping one hand

behind his head as the other trails down his back to squeeze his arse. At

the same time his hands slip under her dress and knead her creamy white

buttocks.

A few seconds later Sherry pulls back and says, "Enough, any more of that

and you'll never get home."

With a grin he replies, "I know."

"Well, stop it!"

Ken releases her and turns to me, looking at me strangely, "Oh fuck it!" he

mutters, seeming to reach a decision. With that he throws his arms around

me and gives me a crushing hug, which I return after a moments hesitation.

As he relaxes his hold he steps back and claps his hands to my shoulders,

"Thanks mate, you've taught me a lot of things today."

"And your sister's going to want to try out every single one of them when

you get home." I inform him, grinning.

He looks down at her, roguishly grinning face, "Oh God!" he says, turning a

mock look of consternation on Sherry, "Can I dump her at home and come back

to sleep here?"

"No way!" his sister cries and grabs his crotch, "This is mine. Now let's

go." She starts dragging him to the door by the waistband of his shorts.

Suddenly she stops short, "My pictures!"

"What pictures are these?" he asks.

"These." Sherry takes the bundle of polaroids down from the top of the

fridge and hands them to Ken.

"Wow!" he looks to Sherry, "Did you do this?"

"No Geoff did, not bad huh?"

"Not bad?" he says incredulously, "They're great. I want to see this in

the flesh."

"Well they want to wear these for Mara's party on Wednesday, so I guess you

will"

"Like that?" he point to their bare chests in the photo.

"With a couple of modifications." Sherry replies, "Now wait here a sec,

I've got something for Chloe." She goes into her bedroom, returning a

moment later with the little box with the Japanese markings and going over

to the sink, we here a few clinks as Sherry washes something.

Sherry comes over to us and takes Chloe's hand dropping something into it.

Chloe looks down at the two inch an a quarter diameter ceramic balls, "What

are these for?" she asks, puzzled.

"They're Ben Wah balls." Sherry explains, "You put them in your pussy and

they make you feel good as you walk around."

Chloe takes one and pops it into her mouth to lubricate it before lifting

the front of her tunic, and thrusting her hips forwards. With her tongue

poking out of the corner of her mouth she pushes the ball against the

entrance of her vagina, squealing as it slips easily inside.

"Hey, can I put in the next one?" I ask her.

Nodding, she holds out her hand to me. I take the ball and slip it into my

mouth, then lift Chloe and lay her on the table. I then take hold of her

legs about the knees and separate her thighs as I lean forwards and push

the second ball into her pussy with my lips and tongue.

"Knickers first," Sherry says, as Chloe starts to wriggle off the table,

"or they might fall out."

Ken opens her bag, finds a pair of knickers and hands them to me. I slip

them on over her ankles and pull them up, taking her ankles in one hand and

lifting her like a baby to get them over her bottom. I run my finger

around the waist band and the leg openings (to get them seated properly)

and release the elastic with a final snap on her bum as I lower her back to

the table and lift her to the floor.

She takes a few experimental steps, her brow knotted in intense

concentration. Turning to face us from the doorway she exclaims, "Wow!

they feel really, really good, thank you." a radiant smile on her face.

"Now there's two things you've got to remember:" Sherry instructs her,

"Always wash them with soap and hot water before and after you use them and

don't dry them before you put them in your pussy, that just puts more germs

back on them; and If they ever get chipped, throw them away or you could

cut your vagina."

Chloe starts to run to Sherry, abruptly slowing to a walk, "And thank you

again." she says and turns her face up for a kiss.

Sherry leans down and gives her a soft kiss then playfully swats her

bottom, "Now git." she says, "And don't forget these." she hands Chloe the

box and her photographs.

Mara and I hang back as Sherry escorts them to the door, then as soon as

the door closes, she grabs my cock and tows me towards the bathroom. "Come

on," she says, "you can have a shower with me."

As I start the shower running Mara decides she needs to poo and runs from

the room as I get under the water. A couple of minutes later she returns

and gets under the falling water with me. Two in a shower does not do much

for water conservation, but it is good, squirmy fun.

I've already washed my hair by the time Mara joins me so I quickly do hers

and then it's time for the squirm. Using some body wash of Sherry's, I

lather up her entire body, making sure that my soapy fingers find and clean

every nook and cranny. Then I carefully ensure that all of her orifices

are squeaky clean, pushing my fingers in as deep as possible (just to make

sure).

Once the spasms in her quivering body cease, she does the same service for

me, covering me with a rich layer of suds, being very attentive of my cock

and balls. She stops just before I cum and turns me around so she can do

my arsehole. She slips a finger inside and wriggles it around before

quickly adding a second and then a third. 'No she can't be.' I think to

myself but when she forces a forth finger in with the others, I know that

she is.

I concentrate on making my sphincter relax as she twists her hand to open

me up further, adding her thumb as I loosen up. I push back against her

biting my lip as the widest part of her hand stretches me painfully. A

second later I sigh in relief, as my ring closes on her wrist, all of her

small hand within my bowels.

She crawls between my legs and tells me to kneel down. As I do so, she

drops to a sitting position under me and takes my cock in her mouth.

Sucking hungrily on my knob she curls her fingers into a fist and pistons

it within my arse.

With the sensations of her ravenous mouth on my glans and her knuckles over

my prostrate it is only a matter of seconds before I empty my balls onto

her tongue, jet after scalding jet, scorching it's way through my pulsing

shaft, into her waiting mouth.

When my cock stops twitching she releases it, and grins up at me, "Was that

good?"

"Yeah!" I reply weakly, "That was good. Now get your hand out of my bum, I

think I need to poo now."

"Eew yuck!" she says as she pulls her hand from my butt, and again, "Eew

yuck!" as she looks at her shit coated hand. She thrusts it under the

spray from the shower head, scrubbing it with the Solvol.

"Well what did you expect to find up there?" I laugh as I bolt through the

door, making it into the toilet just in time. A minute later I return to

the shower and finish washing.

As we stand at the sink brushing our teeth, Sherry sticks her head through

the door. "What's all this water on the floor?" she asks, "And why is the

toilet seat wet?"

"Ah, that's Mara's fault." I say, through a mouth full of foam.

"Why hers? they're your footprints."

"Well it might have something to do with her having her fist up my arse," I

say, "but I could be wrong."

"Her what?" she exclaims.

"My fist." Mara grins up at her, looking rabid, "I got it in all the way up

to here." she proudly indicates a point two inches below her elbow with

the handle of her toothbrush.

"I heard what he said, I just don't believe it."

"You can believe it." I tell her, "I have had things up there before,

though this was the biggest." I chuckle, "You should have seen the look on

Mara's face after she pulled her hand out."

"I can imagine." Sherry laughs, "Usually it's a good idea to start those

sort of games with an enema." she advises her daughter, "It makes thing a

whole lot less messy."

"I'll remember that." Mara says, then screws up her face, "What's an

enema?"

"Like when I fill up your bottom with the hot water bottle." Sherry

explains. "Now hurry up and get ready for bed." she orders and leaves the

room.

We quickly finish our teeth and dry off. I wrap a towel around my waist,

and lift Mara, who has hers over her shoulders, to my hip.

As I leave the bathroom, Mara directs me to her room for her book. On the

way through his room I check on Mike, he is fast asleep, the bed clothes

twisted around his body, which occupies an inordinate amount of space as he

lies, face down, in the dead center of the bed, his arms and legs thrown

wide. I set Mara down and straighten his bed, he doesn't even stir as I

lift his shoulders and slide him up onto his pillow then pull the sheet and

thin blanket up to his shoulders.

"You shouldn't have bothered," Mara informs me, "watch."

As we stand there, Mike slowly works his way down to the middle of the bed

and two minutes later it is as though I'd never done anything. So with a

shrug of defeat, I pick Mara up and we go get her book from her room.

On the way back past the bathroom, I hear the water running and stick my

head in, "I'm going to bed too." I tell her, "Are you going to come and

tuck us in?"

Dimly through the steam I see Sherry's head, "Yeah, O.K. I'll see you guys

in a minute."

I close the door and finish the trip to my room, snagging my shorts, shirt

and Mara's dress from the floor on the way. Kicking the door shut behind

me, I throw Mara onto the bed, and drop the clothes on the chair. Mara

lays her towel over the pillows to protect them from our wet hair, then

jumps from the bed to get my T-shirt from the chair. She lifts it to her

nose and inhales deeply, "Mmmmm, you smell nice." she says, rubbing the

shirt all over her face. She then pulls it on over her head as I find a

clean pair of jocks and put them on before slipping into bed.

Mara picks up her book and follows me. Snuggling up to my side she hands

me the book and wriggles herself into a comfortable position, her head on

my chest and her leg cocked over my belly with her bare pussy pressed into

my hip.

About five minutes after I begin reading, Sherry comes into the room,

wearing a gossamer wisp of nothing intended to be a nightgown and holding

two cups of tea. She sets these down on the table beside the bed before

getting into bed and handing my drink of them to me. For the next ten

minutes or so, as we sip our drinks, all three of us cuddle up together,

just enjoying each other's company while Sherry and I take turns reading

the book to Mara until she falls asleep.

Sherry leans over her sleeping daughter to kiss me goodnight, then stoops

to press her lips to Mara's forehead before slipping out of the bed. At

the door she turns and asks me if I would like the light turned out. I nod

and the only light is that from Sherry's room, a minute later that too, is

gone.

I wriggle down in the bed until my head rests on the pillow and roll over

onto my side, rearranging Mara so that my chin rests on the top of her head

and my semi-rigid cock lies along the crease in her little bottom. She

gives a contented little sigh and a wriggle, pushing back into me as I kiss

the top of her head.

 

 

Chapter 19 - SHOPPING FOR MARA.

 

I wake up about six thirty the next morning, still cuddled up to Mara's

back, but now my cock is fully erect, the bloated tip peeking out above the

waistband of my jocks. Reaching down between us I lift my balls over the

waistband and push my cock between her thighs so that the tip pokes out in

front of her, the shaft resting against her tightly closed pussy lips.

Almost of their own accord, my hips begin rocking back and forth, applying

mild stimulation to her plump little pussy. I slip my hand under her shirt

and gently caress the smooth skin of her belly, moving it in slow circles

that gradually widen to brush over her tiny nipples.

As I feel the first droplets of moisture along the top of my shaft, Mara

moans in her sleep and her hips move with mine. A minute later she wakes,

"Mmmm," she says sleepily, wriggling her bottom against my groin, "that's

nice."

"Good morning Princess." I say, kissing the top of her head.

"'mornin' Daddy." she mumbles, still only half awake, then apologetically,

"I mean Geoff." as she realises who she's with.

"It's O.K. I like it when you call me 'Daddy' even if it's only make

believe."

"I like it too," she replies, wriggling her bum again, "Daddy."

"My little princess." I murmur into her hair.

Her warm little hand slips down to pull up against the underside of my

glans, forcing my shaft between her soft little pussy lips and against her

hardening clitoris. "Pretend fuck me Daddy?" she pleads, rocking her hips

against mine.

The gentle rubbing of her clit on my shaft, stimulates an increased flow of

lubricants from her little vagina and as they coat my rod, my cock begins

to slide between her thighs, smearing the slippery juices further afield

until I am able to make full length strokes against the warm soft folds of

her baby pussy.

"Oh Daddy, that feels so nice." she murmurs. "Make it feel good for me

please Daddy?"

"Oh yes Princess," I murmur back, "Daddy's going to fuck his little girl

and make her feel so good. He's going to make her bald little pussy feel

all tingly inside."

"Yes Daddy, make my bald little cunny explode. Play with my titties please

Daddy?"

"O.K. Honey, Daddy's going to tickle his baby's pink little titties, so

they're all stiff and hard, then he's going to squeeze them and pinch them

to make her tiny little cunny feel even better. As I speak, I suit my

actions to my words, running my fingers from one crinkled little nubbin to

the other, gently pinching and pulling at the tiny little erections on her

chest.

"Oh yes Daddy," her voice begins to rise, "it's going to happen Daddy."

"Sh, Honey," I caution her, "not so loud, we don't want Mummy to hear."

She heeds my warning and stuffs a corner of the pillow into her mouth,

muffling her cries. I can no longer understand what she is saying but

there is no need. As her climax washes over her I know she is repeating

"Oh Daddy!" over and over again.

"That's it Princess," I encourage her, cuddling her shuddering body, "cum

for Daddy. Cum all over Daddy's big stiff cock. Make Daddy's big fat cock

squirt it's creamy sperm for his little girl."

As her tiny frame ceases to shake, I feel that familiar churning in my

balls. "Oh yes Princess, Daddy's going to cum soon. Do you want to drink

my creamy sperm honey?"

"Squirt it in my bald little cunny Daddy, I want to feel it all warm and

squelchy inside my tiny pussy hole."

"Oh yesss honey!" I cry softly, pulling away as I roll her onto her back

and rise to loom over her. She spreads her legs wide, and arches her back

thrusting her plump, glistening mound upwards. I take my swollen shaft in

my fist and fit the tip against the tiny hole between her puffy lips.

"Yes Daddy!" She breaths, "Do it, squirt your creamy hot sperm inside my

little pussy."

My fist is a blur on my cock as I groan, "Oh Princess, here it comes!

Daddy's squirting the creamy white stuff that makes babies in his little

girl's hot little pussy. Oh yesssss! Daddy's going to make a baby in his

baby girl's little tummy."

Like molten metal, my boiling semen burns it's way from my balls through my

rock hard shaft, searing the ultra-sensitive nerves of my angry cock.

Shooting in great pulsing jets to fill her immature little vagina. As the

last of my cum dribbles into her tiny hole, my arm buckles and I'm barely

able to push myself to one side before collapsing to the bed.

Beside me Mara's straining body falls to the sheets and her hand slips

between her thighs to play with the tiny white trickle that runs from her

vagina, the only evidence of the huge load I shot into her baby pussy.

"Oh God," Sherry's excited voice comes from the door, "I can't wait to see

that happen for real."

Startled I roll over and look at her, as Mara asks, "How long have you been

there Mummy? Will I really have a baby?"

"Since you woke up and called him Daddy." Sherry replies, "You were having

such a good time, I didn't want to disturb you. And no you're not going to

have a baby, you're too little. But it sure made me even hornier thinking

about it. I hope you've got some cum left in those balls for me."

"Are you kidding," I mock groan, "I don't think I've got any left for next

week."

A moment later it becomes academic, as Mike's voice rings out, "Mummy!"

"Damn!, He's awake." Sherry mutters. "You two get decent while I go and

get him up." She tells us as she leaves.

"You better get some knickers or you're going to leave puddles everywhere

you sit." I tell Mara, "I'll meet you in the kitchen and we'll start

breakfast."

"O.K." she giggles slipping from the bed and trotting after her mother. I

slip on a pair of fatigues, and go to empty my bladder. Just as I'm

closing the door Mara pushes into the toilet with me.

"Hey! What if Mike sees us in here together?" I object.

"He won't Mummy's taking a shower with him." she says, a moment later the

sound of the water confirms her statement.

"O.K. then, Who's first?"

"Me." She replies, stripping naked and sitting at the back of the seat.

"Hold my pussy lips." She orders me.

I kneel before her and pry her labia apart with my thumbs, looking into her

pussy as she cuts loose with a strong, dark golden stream that whips up a

good froth as it roils the water. She finishes with a few short spurts.

When she is done, I lift her and drag my tongue along her crack, collecting

a small globule of cum that has started to seep from her tight pussy, then

tasting the strong, acrid flavour of her morning pee.

Once I am sure her cunny is clean I set her down and flick the seat up as I

stand before the bowl. Mara opens my fly and takes my cock in her hand

aiming it at the bowl, squealing with delight as she feels the powerful

stream moving through my shaft. With a giggle she starts waggling my cock

from side to side, then as my piss goes on and on she falls silent, her

eyes widening in surprise. Finally the flow subsides and she starts to

move her head towards the end of my cock.

"Uh, Mara," I warn, "morning piss is pretty strong, you might just want to

shake it instead."

She ignores my warning and I feel her lips close around the base of my soft

cock. Her cheeks hollow and she sucks hard as she pulls back, stripping

the bitter fluid from my member. The thought of what she is doing, gives

me an instant hardon, the blood following her lips down my rod, so that

when her lips pull free of my knob, the rigid shaft slaps up against my

belly.

Mara looks up at me with a grimace, "You're right, it is strong, but it

makes me feel so naughty, I don't care." She slaps my cock, none to gently,

"And this makes it worth it too."

"Yeah! And what are you going to do with it, we're making breakfast." I

say, as I wrestle it into my fatigues and button up.

She pouts as I help her into her knickers and slip her shirt back on. I

then open the door and chase her into the kitchen. We wash our hands at

the sink and I get the porridge going on the stove as Mara sets the table.

Just as the porridge is ready, Sherry and Mike emerge from the bathroom.

Sherry has only a towel wrapped around herself, while Mike is fully dressed

and runs for the table, demanding that he be fed first. Eschewing dignity,

Sherry takes her place at the table as she is, pouring the juice, as I dish

out the porridge. I then take my place at the table, adding sugar and

butter to my breakfast before tucking in.

As we finish, Sherry speaks up, "Mara, you can shower with Geoff, it's

getting on and I want to be out of here by seven thirty."

"But Mummy," she objects for Mike's benefit, "he'll see my privates."

"So," her mother counters, "he's seen them at the shower down on the beach,

hasn't he?"

"Oh yeah."

"Mummy," Mike interrupts, "where are we going?"

"Shopping," Sherry replies, "we're getting some clothes and food and

things?" she says trying to make it sound as unappetising as possible.

It works, "Do I have to go, can't I stay here with Brendan."

"His mum might not want you, after all, she's had you for two days

already."

"She will", he replies to his mother's feigned objection.

"Well you better go see." Sherry tells him, then, "What are you two still

doing here? Git!"

We 'git', hurrying into the bathroom, where, giggling, we help each other

undress, the sticky gusset of her undies adhering to her pussy for a moment

as I remove them. After a couple of minutes under the warm spray, Mara

says, "I need to pee again. Can I do it on your face again?"

"Sure." I say, "But I've got an idea do you want to pretend to be a

drinking tap?"

"How do I do that?" she asks.

"Lie down on your back and push your bum right up in the air, so you can

squirt it straight up."

"That's naughty." She giggles, even as she gets into position.

Just then Sherry sticks her head through the door, "Hurry up you two."

"Come here Mummy." Mara calls, then as her mother pulls back the curtain,

"Look I'm drinking tap."

"Hold it!" Sherry orders, as she pulls the towel from her body and enters

the shower. "Mummy's thirsty too."

She sits on her heels, with her knees either side of Mara's shoulder. "O.K.

go."

Mara sends a fountain of pale urine about a foot into the air to splash

back onto her clitoris and run in little rivulets over her belly and tiny

crinkled titties. A small pool forms in the hollow of her throat, then

overflows to trickle either side of her neck. I quickly move my face into

the stream, taking a couple of quick gulps of the slightly bitter fluid,

before Sherry nudges me aside and avidly swallows her daughter's pee. As

the stream begins to slacken I push back in, following the weakening

fountain until my lips press against her chubby labia and I take the last

of her pee directly into my mouth, holding it there so I can pass it to

Sherry in a kiss.

Then as I pull back, Sherry looks down at her daughters face, framed

between her thighs, "Mummy needs to piss now, can I do it in your face?"

Mara's eyes light up at the thought, "Yes Mummy." She says and orders,

"Lick my pussy at the same time Geoff."

I lower my face to Mara's pretty hairless pussy, dragging my tongue from

her arsehole to her clit. I look over the prominent bulge of her mons to

where Sherry has risen, standing with her lightly stubbled pussy directly

above her daughter's face. She holds back a few seconds as my lips and

tongue work their magic on Mara's hot little pussy, then a hot pulse of

liquid hits my cheek, some of the salty fluid covering Mara's pussy for me

to taste.

Sherry waggles her hips back and forth, spraying the warm stream all over

the front of her daughter's body and face, pale golden droplets bouncing

from the delicate skin of Mara's eyelids, and splashing into her wide open

mouth. As the steaming flow slows, Sherry steadies her aim, sending the

remainder of her almost colourless piss into her daughter's thirstily

gulping mouth.

Mara surprises me as suddenly her thighs clamp tightly on my ears, forcing

her plump mound even harder against my mouth, gurgles of delight bubbling

from her lips as she cums hard. Her contracting vagina squeezing a small

gob of my cum into my mouth.

Then as her climax subsides she pulls her legs away from me and rolls onto

her hands and knees, snorting hard through her nose. Finally raises her

head and looks up at our concerned faces ruefully, "That was fun, but then

I blew pee out my nose. Yuck!"

"Well it looks like we're going to be late." Sherry says, fisting my

tumescent member. "Do you want a nice drink to take the nasty taste out of

your mouth?" she asks her daughter.

"Can I suck him, and get him to squirt it in my pussy?" Mara asks. "It

feels so nice and naughty when it squishes in my knickers."

"You can do anything you want Honey." Sherry says to her daughter, "But

let's make up some time, you can suck him while he shaves."

"O.K." Mara chirps dragging me from under the shower to the sink, then

pulling my face down so she can smear the foam over my jowls. As I go to

work on my face with the razor, Mara squeezes between me and the vanity,

only having to dip her head a few inches to take my cock into her warm

little mouth. Swirling her tongue agilely about the tip as her tiny

fingers slide the skin of my shaft back and forth.

Because of the activity in the shower it only takes a minute or so for my

cum to boil from my balls and before I can tell her to stop, I send a

pearly jet of semen onto her eager tongue. Quickly I reach down and clamp

my urethra shut with my fingers and Sherry hurries to lift Mara to sit on

the edge of the vanity, supporting her as I fit the end of my aching prick

up against the tiny opening between her legs. When I release my fingers

the remainder of my cum, flows in a steady stream, filling her baby vagina

to overflowing.

Mara hops down and pulls her knickers on, settling them with a snap on her

still damp skin and giggling at the sensation of my gooey cream in her

crotch. She bends over to survey the growing dark patch between her legs

and uses a finger to scoop up a small dribble of my sperm from one thigh.

She then brings that finger up before her face and extends her tongue to

delicately lick her finger clean.

While she and Sherry towel each other dry, I finish scraping the stubble

from my face, ruefully commenting, "It's a good thing this is a safety

razor, if it had been a cut throat, I think I would have."

Sherry surveys the half a dozen nicks on my face and giggles. Then the

cruel woman hands Mara the aftershave, "Here put this on for him, it'll

stop the bleeding."

Mara too, displays a cruel streak, pouring an excessive quantity of

aftershave into the palm of her hand. She grins wickedly as she rubs her

hands together and slaps them onto my cheeks, laughing outright, at my

pained expression.

After I've dried off and put my pants on, Mara follows me into my room to

get her dress while I find a shirt and put on some shoes. When I'm ready I

look up to see Mara sitting on the edge of the bed, idly swinging her legs

and holding her sandals. "Put these on for me Please?" She asks.

I take the sandals and kneel in front of her. She lifts her foot for me,

much higher than necessary and the hem of her dress falls into her lap,

exposing the soaking wet crotch of her knickers to me. I extend a finger

and she presses her fingers into her stomach as she follows it with her

eyes as I slowly move it into contact with the sticky cotton between her

legs. Deliberately I drag my finger along the length of her slit, forcing

the fabric of her undies between her labia, outlining her pussy so

effectively that her knickers are basically superfluous.

Quickly I slip her sandals on and lift her to her feet, collecting my

wallet on the way out of the door. We find Sherry in her room, putting the

finishing touches to her hair. Mara lifts her hem to her waist, saying,

"Look Mummy. Isn't this naughty?"

Sherry looks at her daughter's prominently defined cunny, lustfully licking

her lips and replies, "Very naughty. I think it needs to be spanked at

least ten times." Hurriedly adding, "After we get back." as Mara starts to

strip her dress off. Here do your hair." She holds out the hairbrush to

me. With a few swift strokes I ouch Mara's hair then kneel while she does

mine.

"O.K. let's go." Sherry sweeps up her handbag and leads us from the room

and out the door to the car. Mara of course insists that I get in the back

with her. From a pocket in the back of the front seat, Mara produces a

pocket battleship game and settles in the corner, twisted sideways in her

seatbelt with one leg pulled up on the seat. We set up our fleets and

thinking that I should handicap myself for such a young opponent, I give

her a four torpedo head start.

When it is my turn, two red pegs already decorate my board, one in a

cruiser and the other in my carrier. I miss and a second later my carrier

takes another hit, 'Shit'. As the game goes on, Mara's hand slips under

her dress, and I watch her trace her fingertip up and down the length of

her slit, pushing the fabric of her knickers back between her labia. From

that point on, my game goes out the window, and I go from being only one

hit behind her, to hearing her triumphant "B5", as my last sub goes to the

bottom while half of her fleet remains afloat.

I refuse her the advantage in our second game, and direct my entire focus

on the board in front of me, refusing to be distracted. For a while this

works and I'm a full four hits ahead, when out of the corner of my eye, I

notice that the patch of pale blue between her thighs is a lot smaller. I

look and I'm lost, Mara has the gusset of her knickers pulled to one side

and her finger is tracing little figure eights around her vaginal opening

and the sweet pearl of her clitoris.

'Shit' on my board the date becomes December 7, 1941, while I manage only

three more hits on her fleet before her cry of "H6" takes out my carrier.

"I beat you, I beat you again!" Mara crows.

From the front Sherry says, "What's wrong Geoff? From what I'm hearing,

you do well to start with, then totally screw up."

"She's cheating." I complain petulantly.

"How?" Sherry asks, "She can't possibly see your board from where she is."

"She's playing with her pussy at me."

"Oh!" Sherry says, "There's a valuable lesson for you Honey. If you make a

man think with his little head, his big head stops working."

"I know." Mara replies proudly, "That's why I'm doing it."

"She'll either go far, or she'll hang." I comment to Sherry."

"I know." Her reply echos her daughter's, "She's my kid."

"I'm surrounded." I moan and both of them laugh cruelly.

"O.K. you asked for it." I tell Mara, "I can't get your mother but I can

get you." I set my fingers walking across the seat between us and she eyes

them suspiciously, but does nothing as I move them closer to her gooey

pussy, stopping a few inches away.

As I continue to hold my fingers still, Mara eventually wriggles down in

her seat, the lap strap of her seat belt pulling her dress higher on her

body. This is what I've been waiting for, as the bare skin of her belly

becomes visible above the waistband of her knickers, I strike. My fingers

flash upwards, digging into the smooth pliant flesh of her abdomen. Her

leg on the seat kicks straight, sending her half of the battleship game

flying, as she goes into paroxysms of giggling. I keep up my tickle

torture until she begs for mercy, declaring that she'll do anything if I

stop.

When I cease tormenting her, it is my turn to gloat, "There's another

lesson for you. If a girl thinks a man is thinking with his little head,

she stops thinking all together. Now straighten up your seatbelt, in case

we have an accident."

As she wriggles herself straight, her dress remains rucked up to her belly

button and she does nothing about it. Her pussy only half concealed as the

leg band of her knickers is caught in her crack. When I slip my hand onto

her thigh and begin caressing the fabric covered half of her mound, she

pushes my hand away, in a snit because I had bested her.

"Uh-uh," I say, "you said you'd do anything if I stopped."

She sticks her tongue out at me, then giggles as she undoes her seatbelt

and moves into the center of the seat and straps herself back in. She then

pulls her knickers right off and jams the wadded ball of damp cotton

between her legs. As I slide my hand over the smooth skin of her thigh,

she drops the skirt of her dress over my hand and pulls a big storybook

down from the rear ledge of the car and opens it in her lap.

Now, as my fingers wander over her highly aroused vulva, it looks, to all

but the most intense scrutiny, as if I am simply reading her a story.

For the next twenty minutes or so, I mercilessly tease Mara's tight little

box, gently dragging my fingertips along the length of her slippery little

crack, rolling her hard little clit between my fingertips and occasionally

plucking at it. At the bottom of my stroke, I introduce only the very tip

of my little finger into the tiny, hot opening of her oozing vagina. She

pushes her hips forwards trying to force my finger deeper inside her tight

little sheath and I take my fingers from her mound until I feel her relax.

Twice more, I tease the entrance to her vagina and twice more I withdraw my

fingers from all contact with her vulva, before she realises that I will

permit no motion on her part. As I continue to tease her I smile as

occasional tremors run through her body while she forces herself to remain

still. Then as the tremors increase in frequency, signalling that her

climax is imminent, I switch to tracing the outline of her mound, my

fingertip barely brushing her skin as I trail along the creases at the tops

of her thighs and across the bottom over belly. From her lips there issues

the faintest of whispers, as though she is afraid I will stop, if I hear

her. "Please .. Oh please do it .. I need it .. make it happen."

As her tremors subside and her breathing becomes more even, I return to her

sweltering slit, swollen shut by the puffiness of her labia and as I

reintroduce my fingertip to her crack, a gush of liquid wells from her tiny

opening, to be sopped up by the wadded ball of fabric between her thighs.

Between my fingertips, her clitoris feels as though it is ready to split

and I can easily discern the triphammer beating of her heart as the blood

courses through the adamantine little pebble. Once again her body trembles

with the effort to remain motionless when her desire is to impale herself

on the finger that teases the tight little opening of her overflowing cunt.

On and on I tease her, showing her the gates of paradise and refusing her

entry. Her head lolling loosely on my shoulder as, from her lips there

comes a continuous stream of incoherently whispered pleas.

Finally from the front seat, Sherry observes, "We're nearly there. You'd

better put her out of her misery."

I take a quick look around and see that the bush has given way to open

paddocks and the traffic is beginning to pick up, though fortunately there

is none very near us. Mentally I brace myself for the scream and hope that

Sherry is ready for it, but it never comes. As I drive two fingers into

her cunt and press down with my thumb on her clit, her mouth opens in a

silent shriek, the book sliding to the floor as she strains upwards against

the seatbelt. Now I can see my fingers buried to the hilt between her

brick red pussy lips, an obscene mixture of pussy juice and semen coating

the inside of her thighs and my hand. I pinch my fingers and thumb

together, mashing her angry purple clitoris under my thumb as I force my

fingers in and out of her spasming sheath, the muscles of her cunt

squeezing me so tightly that it is almost impossible for me to drag my

fingertips over her G-spot.

Then as her sightlessly staring eyes begin to glaze over, I remove my thumb

from her clit and gently massage the smooth slippery skin of her labia as I

withdraw one of my fingers from her vagina. She draws a long shuddering

breath, her climax tapering off as I slowly pump my remaining finger within

her, feeling her spasms slowly abating.

Finally she blinks her eyes and holds her dress out of the way as she

hunches forwards to inspect her ravaged pussy. "Oh boy," she groans, "that

was a good one." Adding, "Thank you." as she lifts her head for a kiss.

"Ahem," Sherry's voice interrupts from the front, don't you think you

should make Mara decent, before, we get into town."

Reluctantly Mara releases me, and removes her knickers from between her

legs. She shakes them out and holds them up, showing that only a couple of

dry patches remain. Silently Sherry hands a container of Wet-Ones to me

and I use them to clean up the mess on her daughter's thighs and pussy.

Mara then insists on putting her soaking wet knickers back on.

After flipping her dress down to cover her thighs, only the slight flush on

her face and the miasma that permeates the interior of the car, remains to

indicate what has just happened. Five minutes later we pull up at the

first set of traffic lights.

As we pull into the shopping complex, Sherry decides that the first thing

on the agenda, is to get Mara cleaned up properly, so that she can try on

some new clothes. We find the loos on the garage level and after checking

that nobody is inside, Sherry asks me to stand guard while she gets Mara

clean and into a fresh pair of knickers that she had brought along.

A few minutes later a grandmotherly type woman approaches, and I ask,

"Would you mind waiting?" explaining, "There's a very embarrassed little

girl in there with her mother."

She barks a good natured laugh, asking, "Too much lemonade?"

"Too much something." I reply with a smile and we fall into an easy

conversation, comparing my 'niece' and her own grand daughter. She helps

me intercept another two customers before a red faced Mara and her equally

flushed Mother emerge.

The grandmotherly lady and the other two smile kindly at their obvious

embarrassment, whereas my smile is for the true cause of their burning

features.

As we walk to the escalators, Sherry asks, "How did you manage to stop

them? All I expected was for you to knock if somebody came."

"Easy, I just let the first lady, the older one, think that Mara had wet

her knickers and then she helped me stop the other two." I tell Sherry,

Adding to Mara, "Oh, by the way, you're my niece if we happen to meet her

again." I tell Mara.

"You told her that I wet my pants?" she cries shrilly, adding a scornful,

Only babies do that."

"No," I reply, "I just let her think that. What were you doing that left

you so red faced anyway?" Looking at Sherry I ask, "If I checked, would

your knickers be just as wet as Mara's were?"

They both flush again as Sherry replies, "I'm not wearing any, they were

already that wet when I got out of the car."

Laughing, we ride the escalator up into the complex. Then as we get onto

the escalator to the third level, where the children's clothing is, I look

over my shoulder and notice a boy about fourteen years old hurrying to get

on behind us.

I quietly say to Sherry, "You know there's a kid behind us and I think he

might be following you."

She smiles at me and 'accidentally' drops her bag, taking her time as she

bends over to retrieve it, finally rising with a quiet giggle. As we step

off the escalator, Sherry pulls me and Mara to the side and looks around as

if to get her bearings. A few seconds later the boy gets off with his

hands folded in front of him and a hunted look on his face as he scans the

direction signs before hurrying off in the direction of the toilets.

Sherry chuckles and I scold her, also laughing, "That was cruel."

"What happened Mummy?" Mara asks puzzled, "Why are you laughing?"

"Did you see that boy who just ran off?" I ask.

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, I think he's been following us, looking up your mother's skirt and

when she bent over, his gun went off in his pants."

"Oh" she says and starts giggling.

Suddenly I notice something, "Ah Sherry," I say, indicating the glass

panels that edge the balcony. "you might want to step back."

Sherry glances over the edge at the small crowd of teenage boys that has

begun to form below and blows a kiss at them as she moves off with a

giggle. "That was fun." she says, adding, "I think I'll get some new shoes

when we've done with Mara."

A couple of minutes later we enter 'Kidz Biz' and Sherry moves around the

store making selections. Some of what she selects is very demure, innocent

little girl clothing, while the rest seems to consist mainly of limited

quantities of very stretchy material.

Having made her selections, she takes her daughter into the fitting rooms

and a couple of minutes later they emerge: Mara is now wearing a black

micro-mini made of some sort of knit fabric that is so tightly stretched,

that I can see a vaguely defined triangle in front and the outline of her

barely concealed bottom, as she turns around. Her top is a matching crop

top that leaves her midriff bare, from just above her pubis to a point just

over two inches below her nipples.

The next outfit is one of the 'innocent' ones, a frilly, virginal white

number, that covers her from her neck to a point just below her knees and

puffy lace edged sleeves that come to a point half way between elbow and

shoulder. The contrast between this and the previous outfit, along with

the knowledge of the actual effect that Sherry is trying to achieve, leaves

me with a painful tightness in my pants.

"I think I better get out of here," I say, "before people start getting the

right idea."

Sherry giggles, saying, "You might be, right, come back in half an hour or

so. If we're not here, we'll be next door getting some shoes."

With a quick glance around to see that nobody can see, I rearrange the

contents of my trousers and leave the shop, trying to look bored. I glance

at the neighbouring shops, noticing that one is a children's shoe store and

wander off, looking in the shop windows.

A few minutes later I find a bookshop and loose all track of time, coming

back to earth some forty minutes later. I quickly pay for my selections

and run back to 'Kidz Biz', arriving needlessly out of breath, just as they

emerge laden down with half a dozen bags.

Together we enter the shoe store and buy a pair of black patent leather

shoes and a glittering silver pair with inch and a half heels. We then go

looking for a full service shoe store for Sherry. When we find one, Mara

and I stay outside while she goes in, wandering off to window shop our way

around the level. When we return, Sherry is still inside, so we take seats

outside to wait.

A few minutes later Sherry emerges, very flushed and grinning hugely,

declaring, "Well, that was more funny than fun, but I did get a twenty

dollar discount." as we move away. We go down to the car to get rid of our

burdens and Sherry tells us about the cute, nineteen year old assistant

that was so attentive in serving her. "He nearly had a heart attack when

he got down to measure my foot."

I nobly refrain from making the obvious joke, but Mara has no such

compunction. "Don't you mean 'hard attack' Mummy?" she giggles. (Well at

least from her it is funny.)

When we finish laughing, Sherry continues, "Well, he took nearly five

minutes to measure my foot and then he made sure that every shoe I tried on

fitted properly. Well, I eventually choose a shoe and on the way to the

counter I give his cock a squeeze. The bloody thing was as limp as a wet

noodle. 'Sorry,' he says, 'I'm gay, but you were having so much fun I

didn't want to disappoint you.' then he goes on to say, 'But you can tell

that cute boy you left outside, I'm interested if he is.' He laughed when

I told him your 'times tables' story and says that exactly how he feels

about women."

I laugh and Mara asks, confused, "What's gay mean Mummy? Didn't he like

you?"

"I guess he liked me well enough, as a person, Honey, but 'gay' means that

he only likes to have sex with boys not girls. So the whole thing ended up

being a joke instead of sexy and naughty."

"Oh that is funny." Mara giggles.

"Enough," Sherry says blushing, "let's go get the groceries."

When we return to the car with the groceries and ice for the eskies, Sherry

hands me fifty dollars, saying, "I don't want to take Mara over to my toy

shop, so will you take her to the one here and get some Legos or something

for Mike, so he doesn't complain about Mara's clothes."

"Sure," I say handing the fifty back and adding one from my wallet. She

looks at it strangely and I explain, "I want you to get a few toys for Katy

and Lena. A double ender, a bit smaller than yours and anything else you

think they might enjoy. I'll cover the toys."

"Right." Sherry says, "O.K. I'll meet you in about an hour and a half, at

Macker's in the plaza for lunch."

"Come on." Mara orders me, dragging me back towards the escalator as her

mother drives off. She knows exactly where Toyworld is and quickly leads

me to the entrance. Inside she makes a beeline for the dolls, declaring,

"I've got to have another cabbage patch kid."

"Why?" I ask her. I'd seen the collection she had at home and from their

basically pristine condition, half of them still in their boxes, it looked

like she hardly ever played with them.

"Pammy just got another one." Mara states, as if it explained everything.

"So, if Pammy got a broken arm, you'd want one too?" I ask.

"That's silly?" she giggles.

"And wanting something that you'll probably never play with isn't?"

"Um..."

"Right. So the only reason you want this doll is because Pammy has more

than you? So you just 'Have to keep up with the Joneses.' Pretty silly

huh?"

"Actually, Pammy's got the same number." Mara admits. "What's keep up with

the Joneses mean?"

"It's something very silly that grownups do. It means buying a new car

just because the people next door do, or getting a new, very expensive

record player, when the one you've got is perfectly all right. Now I

noticed that Brendan's dad has a brand new four wheel drive, how come your

daddy's still got the Landrover."

"Because the Landrover still goes." she replies thoughtfully.

"So do you want to be like your daddy or a silly little girl like Pammy?"

"Like Daddy." she declares, adding, as she sweeps her arms in an expansive

gesture, "He's the best Daddy in the whole world."

"So do you understand what I'm saying?"

She thinks hard for a minute then says "Yes, it's silly to get something,

just because somebody else has one, or because you want to have something

better." She ponders for a bit longer and adds, "besides if you spent all

your money on that, you wouldn't have any for things you really want."

"Very good." I say, "So what sort of toys do you really like?"

"Legos." she states firmly. "And I like books too."

"Well," I say, "We're already getting Lego for Mike and you share them with

him don't you?"

"Yes, sometimes." she says slowly.

"Sometimes what?"

"Sometimes I let him play with them too." she admits sheepishly.

"That's not very nice." I tell her. "O.K. let's go look at the Lego."

'Well she obviously knows this store inside out.' I think, as she leads me

directly to the Lego display. Once there, she starts looking at all of the

theme packs, the ones which assemble into specific things. Now I'd played

with Lego when I was a kid and Mum would never get us those, she'd only

ever get us the basic sets and in the long term I'd learned the wisdom of

her choice.

"Mara, how many of those sets do you have?" I ask, indicating the theme

packs.

"Lots and lots." She tells me.

"So why not get one of these?" I ask indicating the basic sets displayed on

the upper shelves. "You get lots more pieces.

"But they're boring," she complains, "everyb.. Uh. I'm not everybody, am

I?"

"That's right. Now you've already got plenty of the funny pieces, so if

you just get ordinary pieces from now on you can still build spaceships and

things, but with one of these you can build bigger ones." I lift her to my

shoulders. "Now why don't you see what's here?"

I've already made my selection but I wait to see what Mara will do. She

scans the shelves for a couple of minutes and finally says, "I've found a

good one but it's too much?"

"How much too much?" I ask?

"Ten dollars, but it's a really good one. See?" she points at a partially

crushed set shoved to the back of the top shelf.

'Yes!' I shout mentally. She's picked my choice, it's the second biggest

of the basic sets marked down from eighty five dollars to sixty, because it

is damaged. "Good girl," I say, "get it down so we can see if it's all

right."

"But it's too much." she objects.

"We'll see. Just get it, O.K."

She takes the box and I lift her back down to the floor. Taking the box

from her, I open the lid to see what's under the plastic cover inside. The

damage appears to be confined to one corner of the box and inside, the set

appears to be complete apart from a couple of crushed bricks in the damaged

corner.

Tucking the box under one arm, I say "O.K. let's go, I'll pay the extra."

"You will!" she shrieks and leaps to wrap her arms around my neck, with my

free hand I manage to get a hold of her bottom and lift her to my hip. As

soon as my face is in reach she starts to give me a sexy kiss, quickly

changing it to a very noisy little girl kiss, as she remembers her

surroundings. "Thankyou, oh thankyou, thankyou, thankyou." she cries,

punctuating her thanks with kisses.

Carrying the radiantly happy little girl, I walk to the counter to pay the

assistant. "Well your niece seems to be much happier now." a voice at my

elbow says.

I turn to see the grandmotherly lady from the toilet, smiling benignly at

me and Mara. "Oh hi. Yeah, well she learnt a valuable lesson, so I'm

making up the difference between what her mother gave us to spend and the

cost of this." I lift up the Lego.

"What lesson is that dear," I wince internally at the 'dear' "that damaged

goods aren't necessarily worthless?"

"No," I say, "actually she worked out just how futile keeping up with the

Joneses is."

"A much more valuable lesson." she says sententiously, then to Mara, "So

your nice uncle is helping to buy you some nice blocks."

I notice Mara's scowl begin to form and give her a warning squeeze as I

interject, "Actually these are mostly for her brother, because her mother

just got her a lot of clothes. I'm going to get her some books for her

real reward." Mara's eyes widen at this, but she keeps silent as I

continue, "Then we're going to meet her mother."

"That's nice, is she your sister? And where is she anyway?"

'Oh God, how do get rid of her?' "Cousin in-law actually." I reply, "She's

gone to see a friend in hospital." Then as she opens her mouth to speak, I

interrupt, "Now we really have to go, or we'll be late."

"Oh yes, yes, yes, I understand." She looks a little miffed at my

interruption and quickly says, "Goodbye." She then turns and stalks away.

"Nicely done," the girl behind the counter comments, "Usually she's good

for at least another fifteen minutes."

"Oh, you know her then?" I ask as I pay for the Lego.

"More like 'about her', her grand-daughter was killed by a drunk driver a

couple of years ago, but she won't accept it and now she hangs around here

a lot." the girl explains, "She can be a bit of a bother, but she's

basically harmless, so security won't move her along unless a customer

actually complains."

"Oh well, I do feel sorry for her but we really do have to be going. Bye."

"Bye sir, have a nice day!"

I lower Mara to the ground and she slips her warm little paw into mine as

we go to find the bookshop.

"Now how much is a Cabbage Patch Kid?" I ask Mara as we stand in the

children's section, figuring that she would know that price off by heart.

She doesn't disappoint me, "Thirty four, ninety five." she says.

"O.K., well you've already had ten dollars so that leaves twenty five

dollars. Let's see what we can find."

Mara starts making selections and I'm pleased to see that she is getting

things that have a bit of substance, at least for a seven year old girl,

Complete set of 'Mallory Towers' books by Enid Blyton and two of the three

'Naughtiest Girl in the School.' by the same author. "I've already got the

first one." she says. She's a dollar over the limit, but I don't quibble

and after I pay, a very happy little girl skips along beside me as she

leads me to McDonalds.

Along the way I notice a video store and a sign in the window says they

hire out cameras. I stop, look down at Mara and ask, "Would you like to

make a movie for your Daddy?" I ask her.

"Oooh yes!" she exclaims.

"Well come on" I say, "and we'll hire a video camera."

Ten minutes later, I'm fifty dollar out of pocket for a week's hire of the

camera and tripod and a hundred for the security deposit.

While we wait, I demonstrate to Mara how a friend and I used to build smash

up derby cars out of Lego. Basically long thin cars, (Wide ones used to

veer wildly and would fall apart if struck on the corners.) made out of

only the basic blocks, built totally solid for strength. We'd then take

turns rolling them as hard as possible against a piece of timber. (To

protect the walls.) The one which lasted the longest was, of course, the

winner. Amazingly in the course of three years of tournaments, we only

broke about three blocks and two wheels and later modifications to our

designs, using the smaller blocks at the front and moving the wheels back,

fixed this.

As I'm explaining this, Sherry comes up behind us and slips her hands over

my eyes. "Guess who?"

"Charlotte the harlot? Rossie the prossie?, The epileptic whore?"

She moves around to sit opposite us, "You'll pay for that. The epileptic

whore?"

"She's a character from the M*A*S*H books." I explain, "Apparently she'd go

into convulsions at the moment of conjugation. One hell of a ride but not

for the faint hearted."

"Sounds like M*A*S*H," she observes, "but I never knew there were any

books."

"They're by a bloke called Richard Hooker, but you'll probably have to look

in second hand book shops. Now what are you eating? My treat."

"Looks like you've already done enough treating." she waves her hand at the

bag with the bookshop Logo. "And what's this?" she taps her toe against the

aluminium case containing the camera.

"Nonsense, I brought six hundred bucks to spend and so far I've only spent

three. And that's a video camera, I thought I might take a few holiday

movies home with me. Now what are you having?"

Sherry's eyes light up at the thought of the 'Holiday movies' we'll make.

They give me their orders, a Big Mac, a quarter pounder and medium

lemonades and I go to get them, shadowed by Mara. I'd noticed Mara's scowl

at the mention of lemonade, so I ask in a conspiratorial whisper, "What do

you really want to drink?"

"Coke. And can I have an apple pie?" she asks eagerly.

"Sure. Fries?"

She gives an enthusiastic nod and I guide her in front of me to let her

make her own order. When she gets to the counter she rattles off, "Quarter

pounder, large fries, apple pie and a large Coke."

I add the rest of the order over the top of her head, adding fries and

apple pies for both Sherry and I as well as the quarter pounder and large

Coke for me.

When we return to the table Sherry frowns at Mara's laden tray but only

comments, "All that Coke is going to make you pee."

"I know." Mara chirps happily and tucks into her food.

Sherry shakes her head with a smile, "Now explain this." She waves her hand

at the books. "Oh, and here's the ten dollars for the Lego, it was a good

buy."

I close her fingers around the note, "No, it was part of a package deal." I

say, "It was like this, as soon as you took off, Mara all but dragged me up

to Toyworld and the first thing She headed for was the Cabbage Patch Kids."

"Pammy!" Sherry sighs.

"Yes Pammy. Well once I got that story out of her, I helped her work out

the stupidity of keeping up with the Joneses. Then at the Lego she was

telling me why I should get some theme sets, she started to say 'everybody

else got them' but thought better of the idea. I told her she could use

the basic sets to expand on what they already have and she chose that one.

Though she did point out it was over the limit.

"So I figured one Cabbage Patch Kid worth of Lego and books was a small

price to pay to reinforce the lesson."

"O.K. I'll leave it." she says, "I must confess that I chipped in fifteen

bucks for Katy and Lena as well. Now what's this?" she rocks the car back

and forth on it's wheels.

"Smashup car." Mara mumbles through a mouthful of fries.

"But you'd break the blocks!" Sherry objects.

"Nope!" I say and explain how I'd done it for years as a kid.

Sherry is impressed by the robustness of the basic pieces, saying, "I wish

I'd put my foot down earlier. Well at least I don't have to worry about

one upmanship from her any more, now if you'll just work on Mike."

By this time we've finished our meal, so we dispose of the rubbish and head

for the carpark, with Mara valiantly slurping at her Coke. On the drive

home there is too much traffic for me to finger Mara safely so we content

ourselves with building things out of the Lego, with me showing her how to

make the best use of limited resources.

About fifteen minutes from the house Mara starts to get very ansty as the

Coke works it's way through her system and by the time we get there she is

squirming constantly, with her face screwed up in concentration. As soon

as the car comes to a halt, She flings the door open and runs to stand,

bouncing anxiously from one foot to the other, by the front door. With a

wicked grin to me Sherry takes her time getting out of the car and opens

the boot to get the eskies with the meat and other perishables before she

finally opens the door for her daughter.

Mara start to take off, but I catch up and restrain her in the kitchen,

asking, "Didn't you want to save this pee for something special?"

"Yeah, but you better hurry up I'm about to wet my pants."

"Would you do that for me?" I ask.

"What, wet my pants? That's naughty." she starts to giggle, but stops

abruptly and crosses her legs.

"Can she pee in the basin, so she can see it in the mirror?" I ask Sherry.

"Yeah, but I want to watch this too."

"Hurry up, or I'll do it here." Mara pleads.

"O.K." I laugh and pick her up and carry her into the bathroom, setting her

on the floor while I strip off her dress. I then lift her onto the vanity,

to kneel astride the bowl. Already there is wet patch on her knickers,

which immediately expands as her legs part and a second later a powerful

jet punches through the fabric of her knickers.

"Look Mummy I'm peeing my pants" she says then slides her hand over the

outside of her knickers, cupping her hand under the flow to catch the warm

golden fluid and wet more of the fabric. "Oooh, that looks so nasty." she

says, staring intently into the mirror, as she rubs the soaked, almost

transparent fabric, forcing it into her slit, she then drags her wet

fingers up over her belly leaving damp little trails of urine. "I'm a bad

girl aren't I? You're going to have to spank me for being such a bad girl

and wetting my knickers." Her hand glides back down between her legs for

more pee, which she uses to draw glistening circles around the rigid little

buds of her nipples.

As her prodigious piss slows, she gathers the material of her knickers

front and back, pulling it up into the cleft between her labia and

buttocks. Now the last of her pee trickles down her legs, dribbling into

the basin as she saws the bunched fabric back and forth. "Oh, that feels

nice! Play with my titties Mummy."

Sherry wets her fingers in her mouth and wraps her arms around Mara, her

fingers brushing teasingly over the tiny pink nubbins. As Sherry teases

her daughter I tease her, sliding a hand up her legs and running my

fingertips along her slippery labia with a feathery touch. She shuffles

her feet apart and pushes her arse out, giving me greater access, but I

ignore her implied invitation, keeping my touch light and tormenting as I

watch her daughter in the mirror. Mara's breathing is rapid and shallow as

she continues to drag the wet material back and forth between her swollen

labia, roughly stimulating her clit as her mother pinches and pulls on her

nipples.

"Jesus Christ, do something you bastard! Stop fucking teasing me." Sherry,

all but screams, provoked beyond endurance by my tormenting touch.

With my free hand I open the buttons of my pants and allow them to drop in

a pool around my ankles. I extract my rock hard shaft, then taking careful

aim, I ram it home, burying my prick to the root, within Sherry's petite

body.

"Aieee!" she screeches, surprised by the forcefulness of my abrupt entry,

her cries echoed by her daughter as her fingers pinch hard on Mara's tiny

nipples. The sudden pain in her undeveloped breasts is too much for Mara,

the added sensation sending her over the edge into orgasm. Displaying the

flexibility that only a child or trained gymnast can possess, her legs

splay sideways until her thighs are all but horizontal and her cheek

presses against the cool glass of the mirror.

I hold myself deep within Sherry as her daughter climaxes, her hands have

ceased their sawing motions, and now strain upwards, pulling the tightly

stretched fabric of her knickers hard against her clit, as her tiny body

shakes and shivers, emitting little squeaks of pleasure.

As Mara's climax subsides, Sherry supports her daughter, helping her to

turn and sit beside the basin, shoving various bottles and tubes of makeup

into the laundry basket beside the vanity, to make room. She then pushes

back against me, forcing me to shuffle backwards as she leans forwards,

supporting her weight on the edge of the vanity with her hands.

For probably the first time in my life I am grateful for my short legs, as

I do not have to bend my knees much to keep myself within her as she kicks

her feet out of her shoes. I slide my hands over her slim waist, bunching

her dress up and pushing it off over her head to fall down her arms. I

then cup her small conical breasts and seize her distended nipples between

thumb and forefinger.

There is no finesse to my fucking, just raw, animalistic power, as with no

warning, I begin to thrust my raging cock, deep within the velvety confines

of Sherry's oozing gash. With each ringing slap of my belly against her

quivering buttocks, my fingers clamp hard on her nipples, relaxing only a

little as I withdraw. Far from objecting to my harsh treatment, Sherry

actively encourages it, forcing her hips back against me and pushing up

with her hands, so that her tits are stretched away from her body.

After less than a minute, tiny hands pry my fingers from Sherry's breasts.

Mara has slipped down to stand under her mother and as soon as her has one

nipple freed, she tilts her head back and fastens her lips around the

swollen nubbin. With one hand she grasps the remaining tit as the other

hand slides down over her mother's belly to take a firm hold on her

protruding clitoris.

"Bite it honey." Sherry cries, as my hands grasp her hips and further

increase the force of my pounding thrusts. "Harder! .. Harder! .. That's

it Baby." she hisses through clenched teeth.

Suddenly her head flies backwards and utters a sound that is half groan and

half scream, her pussy clamping down so hard on my cock that it almost

bends double as I force it back into her body. The powerful rippling

action of her cunt muscles up and down the length of my cock are all it

takes to set me off, gob after gob of my greasy sperm, burning it's way

through my buried shaft, to jet from my swollen knob, deep with in the

contracting confines of her velvety sheath.

From beginning to end the whole fuck has lasted less than two minutes, but

the intensity leaves us exhausted, barely able to stand as my shrinking

cock falls from Sherry's cum filled gash, releasing a flood of semen and

pussy juice to dribble down her thighs.

Suddenly I'm forced to take a step backwards, barely able to keep my

balance, my pants almost tripping me, as Mara crawls between her mother's

legs and shoves on my hips. As she rises her tongue snakes out, licking up

the obscene mixture that coats my cock and balls, her lips closing around

my shrunken glans as she vacuums my flaccid member into her mouth, forcing

the tip of her tongue under my foreskin, to ensure that not one droplet of

the precious mixture is lost.

She then turns to her mother and drags her extended tongue up each thigh,

collecting the overflow, before pressing her mouth to Sherry's pussy and

burying her nose between her mother's sweaty buttocks. Sucking hard, Mara

noisily extracts much of my deposit from her mother's gooey cunt then pulls

back, tilting her head back to look up at me, her grin almost as wide as

the iridescent smears of cum and pussy juice that coat her face from ear

Grinning back, I bend down and lick her face, tasting Sherry and myself as

I lick her face clean then press my lips to hers. I feel her lips tighten

in a smirk and then she pushed a gob of cum and cunt cream into my mouth.

Avidly I suck the tasty treat from he little tongue, savouring the divine

taste of her mother's and my passion. Finally I release her tongue and

pull back with a whispered "Thankyou."

Grinning she replies, "Your welcome." as she turns and wraps her arms

around my neck, lifting her legs to encircle my waist as I straighten, her

sodden knickers soaking the front of my shirt.

Sherry slowly rises and turns, surveying the room and us. "What a mess!"

she says. I look around and have to agree, not all of Mara's piss made it

into the basin, there are little puddles of urine where her knees rested

either side of the basin and a bigger one where she sat. There is a sweaty

print of Mara's cheek on the mirror and clothing lies scattered about the

floor. Wordlessly she sets the shower running and motions for us to step

into it as she starts picking the makeup out of the laundry basket.

I toe the shoes from my feet and step out of my pants as Mara slides down

my body and pulls my jocks the rest of the way down my legs. Kicking her

own shoes off she starts to remove her knickers, but I stop her, suggesting

that it would better to rinse them out first. Peeling the socks from my

feet I follow Mara under the warm spray.

Sherry quickly finishes tidying the room and takes my shirt and her

daughters knickers from me, throwing them in the basket before joining us

under the shower. We quickly soap each other clean and dry off, then

Sherry and I wrap towels about our bodies, as there is no third towel, Mara

remains naked as she follows us from the room.

 

 

Chapter 20 - MEATING THE NEIGHBOURS.

 

As we walk from the bathroom to get dressed Mike bursts in through the

front door, Brendan hot on his heels. "Mummy!" he shout at the top of his

voice, "When did...", he trails off into silence, as he and his friend

stare at the three of us. Mikes eyes from one of us to the next, but his

friend's gaze seems to be centred on Mara's casually displayed charms.

"Oh hi Mike." Sherry says, as if nothing is unusual, "Did you have a nice

day?"

"Um, s-sure Mummy." he stammers, adding in a rush, "How come you don't have

any clothes on?"

"We were all hot and sweaty from our trip, so we had a shower." Sherry

explains.

"Together?" he asks in a surprised voice.

"Why not? We do it on the beach all the time." His mother answers, trying

to make light of the matter. She then turns on Brendan, "Don't you know

it's rude to stare?"

He tears his eyes from Mara's bald little slit and looks up at Sherry. "I

guess so, but Mike told me about her not being a virgin and I can't see

anything different."

"You can't because the difference is all inside." Sherry explains to her

son's six year old friend.

"Can I see?" he asks eagerly.

"I don't think so." Sherry tells him, adding, "You really shouldn't ask

questions like that, you know?"

"Why not? Mummy let's me touch her vagina and Pixie even licks Daddy's

penis." He says, trying to reason with Sherry. Suddenly he realises that

he has let the cat (and half a dozen kittens) out of the bag and his hands

fly to his mouth in a futile effort to stuff the words back in.

Mara's delighted expression is at odds with Sherry's and my dumbfounded

ones, while poor Mike just looks confused. Then before we can stop her,

Mara blurts out, "It's O.K. we do stuff like that too."

"Really?" Brendan asks, the look of fear washing from his face. "Then it's

all right that I told you."

"No it's not." Sherry tells him, "You were a very naughty boy for saying

that when you weren't supposed to. But that's spilt milk under the bridge,

I guess the only thing to do now is talk to your parents."

"Do you want me to go get them?" Brendan asks, the look of fear back on

his face as he realises that he still might be in trouble.

"Yes, but not yet." Sherry replies, "Wait there, while we go and put some

clothes on, then you can help us unload the car. After that we'll get your

parents." Sherry then walks off into her bedroom.

Then a few seconds after I enter my room, Mara follows trailed by the two

boys. "I thought you were supposed to be getting dressed." I say to her as

I drop the towel and search for a pair of jocks.

"In a minute." she says, sitting down on the corner of the bed.

It takes me a while to find the last clean pair in my bag and when I look

up, Mara is lying back on the bed holding her knees so that Brendan and

Mike can peer between her legs and their conversation impinges on my

awareness. Not wanting them to know I'm listening, I keep pawing through

my bag.

"...you fell on the log and that broke the little piece of skin in your

vagina." Brendan is saying.

"Uh-huh, Geoff says the skin was to stop my pussy filling up with poo when

I was a baby." Mara says.

"Did it hurt?" Brendan asks, "Pixie's still got hers because Daddy doesn't

want to hurt her."

"Boy did it ever." Mara says, "But I didn't feel anything up inside just

where my pussy lips bumped the log."

Both kid's jump, Mara's heel clipping Brendan's ear, as I rise and say, "I

think that's enough. I don't think Sherry wanted anything else said until

your parents got here Brendan."

I quickly dress and take Mara by the hand, pulling her from the bed and

leading her to her room. Once there I quickly grab a pair of knickers and

hold them for her to step into, then slip a frock decorated with red yellow

and blue spots over her head. I then lead all three kids out to the car

and start handing them bags of groceries.

As we re-enter the house Sherry comes from her room, her hair done and

fresh makeup on her face. "Why don't you start putting these away while we

get the rest." I suggest to her. She agrees and we dump the bags on the

kitchen floor before heading out for the rest.

Three more trips suffice to get everything inside, though it is hard to

stop Mike and Brendan playing with the Lego on the back seat and I have to

be very forceful, to get them to return after placing it in the lounge. I

send Mara to her room to get rid of her new clothes, as I rescue a number

of interesting brown paper parcels from Mike's inquisitive fingers.

Putting those and the camera on Sherry's bed we join Sherry in the kitchen

and help her finish putting the groceries away.

As the last can clinks in the pantry, the look of apprehension creeps back

over Brendan's face as he contemplates having to tell his parents what he

has done. Seeing this Sherry decides to coach him in what he is to say.

"Brendan, just tell your parents that I would like them to come over and

have afternoon tea, so they can meet Geoff. O.K." she instructs him,

continuing, "Don't say anything else, I'll talk to them about that, when

they get here."

His face clears, and with a relieved, "O.K." he scampers out the front

door.

Five minutes later he returns with his parents and a cute little four year

old, who's appearance definitely matches her name. Sherry quickly

introduces me to Barbara and Stephen Fields and I look them over as Sherry

hurries off to deal with the whistling kettle.

Barbara (Barb) is a pretty, slim brunette, in her very early twenties, she

stands about five, two and her wavy, shoulder length brown hair frames a

triangular face with high cheekbones and laughing brown eyes. Her wide

sensuous lips and a bosom capable of keeping both of her kids dry in a

tropical downpour go a long way towards explaining a six year old son, when

she is barely out of her teens.

Her husband Stephen (Steve) appears to be about twenty five or so and his

five foot ten frame is obviously built for speed, all sinewy muscle and not

an ounce of spare fat on him anywhere. His rugged features and a deep tan

indicate a life spent outdoors and when he enters the kitchen, he removes

his hat to reveal short, dark, almost black hair, so curly it looks like

steel wool.

I look for Pixie and find her peering from behind her father's leg, looking

up at me from beneath long dark lashes, with flashing brown eyes, her tiny

little face is much like her mother's and when I smile at her, the one she

gives me in return lights up her whole face. As they take their seats she

clambers into her father's lap and her bright little eyes follow my every

movement as Mara and I go to help Sherry with the drinks and cake.

Two rattling crashes from the lounge signal the location of the boys as

they mingle the new Lego with the old. Further rattles and clicks, along

with good natured squabbling over the best pieces, indicate a major

construction frenzy is under way.

Mara takes the cake to the table as Sherry and I bring the drinks and hand

them out. Pixie gives me a shy "t'ank you." when I hand her a glass of

lemonade and Sherry calls the boys, they only remain long enough to grab a

hunk of cake and their glasses, before hurrying back to the newest

engineering wonders of the world. As soon as I make a lap opposite Steve,

Mara scrambles to fill it, while Sherry takes a seat opposite Barb.

For the next few minutes we exchange the usual pleasantries, I learn that

Steve is a brickies mate and that he's working on a new resort complex

being built to the north of the town while Barb is an assistant in one of

the local creches. When I tell them that I have been accepted for a

computing degree at college, Barb tells me that she hopes to complete the

HSC (Higher Education Certificate) she is doing in night courses so that

she can enter college and get a child care degree to start a center of her

own.

Suddenly into the middle of our conversation Sherry drops her bombshell and

sits back to observe the results. "So how long has Pixie been sucking your

cock Steve?"

Barbara's mug drops from suddenly nerveless fingers, falling the bare inch

she has lifted it with a noise that is unnaturally loud in the silence that

follows Sherry's bald question. Steve's knuckles whiten as his fingers

clench around his own mug and he, with infinite care, sets it back down,

precisely aligning it with the wet ring already on the coaster.

Only then, does Steve shift his gaze to take in our expressions, Mara's

slightly apprehensive smile, my carefully neutral countenance and Sherry's

broad grin. Finally he speaks, slowly and with the same infinite care he

showed in setting down his mug. "I won't ask you how you found out, that's

obvious, but we'll get to Brendan later. What I will ask is, what you

intend to do about it?"

"Nothing," Sherry replies, "or maybe the kids can join in, the next time we

have a little get together, instead of being sent off to stay with their

grandparents."

"Does that mean that you and Carl have been playing around with your kids

too?" Barb asks, she then laughs a trifle hysterically, "You mean we've

both been hiding the same secret from each other?"

"Not exactly, a week ago I would have had a screaming fit and my kids would

never have gone near yours again."

"Huh? Then what changed?" Suddenly Barb stares hard at me, "What does

Geoff have to do with this?" she asks suspiciously

"What do you want to hear about, when he seduced my little girl in the back

of the truck on the way up here? Or the next day, when she caught the two

of us fucking the next day and decided to blackmail us into letting her

watch?" Sherry suddenly giggles, "Now THAT was funny. I suddenly got

three times as horny when I thought about Geoff taking her cherry for real,

but I was scared Geoff would think I was sick. Mara actually wanted to

join in, but was scared I'd find out about her and Geoff and he was just

plain scared that Carl was going to rip his balls off and feed them to

him."

"What do you mean 'take her cherry for real', when did that happen and how

did you know about it, if you didn't know about what they were doing?"

"Oh Geoff didn't pop her cherry, though he was there when it happened."

She pauses and waits for their raised eyebrows, then explains, "She fell on

a log." Another giggle, "You should have seen the reaction, when she limps

into the lounge at Liam's and announces to everybody in the room that she's

not a virgin any more."

They both laugh, "I can imagine." Steve says, "What stopped Carl from

killing him then?"

"Carl's voice scared Mara so much that it would have taken a crowbar to

remove her from Geoff's leg and that gave him enough time to explain."

"O.K. Sherry, you've had your fun." Barb breaks in, "Now why don't you tell

us the whole story properly and then we'll tell you ours."

"O.K.," she agrees, "but you've got to admit is was funny."

"For you maybe," Steve remarks, "but remind me not to take you anywhere

near a coronary care unit." He then looks over at Mara, "What do you think,

does your mother have a nasty sense of humour?"

All through our conversation, both girls have sat silently, Pixie's bright

eyes turning to follow a conversation that she only partially understands,

While Mara has been looking on with a Mona Lisa smile.

"Yeah!" Mara answers Steve's question, then grins, "Can I have a drink of

your sperm? Does he taste good Pix?"

Steve turns a very interesting shade of crimson as the rest of us, bar

Pixie, burst out laughing, she smiles dutifully not quite sure what the

joke is. When he recovers enough to speak, Steve gasps, "I stand

corrected, you've both got a nasty sense of humour."

"Well does he?" Mara grills Pixie, "Does your Daddy's sperm taste good?"

Pixie looks up at her father for guidance and he answers her questioning

look, "It's all right darling, you can talk about it here."

"Yeah," she answers Mara eagerly, "Daddy tastes real good, he makes lots of

nice creamy sperms for me. You wanna taste?"

"You bet!, You want to taste Geoff's?"

Steve restrains his daughter as she starts to wriggle from his lap, saying,

"Later, Sherry's going to tell us a story first and then we'll see." Pixie

settles back against her father's chest and looks expectantly at Sherry.

Sherry throws a questioning look at me, but I decline, "Not this time

Sherry, it's your turn."

She sticks her tongue out at me and starts speaking, telling the story of

how first I and then she had become sexually involved with Mara. She

covers the high points but omits much of the actual detail. Also she says

nothing of Ken's and Chloe's involvement and only giving passing reference

to Katy and Lena, naming no names. During the recital they say nothing

saving their questions for the end.

"Do you mean to say that the first prick Mara want's in her, is that

monster of Carl's?" Barb asks incredulously, "That bloody thing fills me

up, it'll choke her."

"Tickle her ribs maybe," Sherry starts to answer, but is interrupted by

Barb.

"Yeah from the inside." she quips, "How exactly do you intend to get that

much prick into that little body?" she waves her hand at Mara who is

grinning like the canary that got the cat.

"By stretching my pussy first silly." Mara supplies the answer. "That's why

we went shopping today."

Barb raises her eyebrows at this, while Steve sits back in his seat looking

stunned. "You know that realistic 'life' sized vibrator that I have?" Barb

nods, "Well, we can't get that through Mara's cervix so I bought something

with a little more taper to it along with a few other things today. That's

why I brought the shopping trip forwards, so that Mara would have a chance

to practice before her Daddy got home."

"You're kidding! That's impossible!" Steve ejaculates.

I feel Mara take a breath as though to speak and hastily say, "Nope, I do

it with one of the girls near my uncle's all the time. You can't imagine

how good it feels."

"That I can believe." he says, and continues, "So you've been up here,

what, three weeks and you've some how or other managed to become involved

with three underage girls." At this point Mara absently interjects "Four."

but Steve continues on regardless, "How on earth did you manage that?"

suddenly he does a double take, "FOUR! But Sherry only said you and two

girls from near his Uncle's."

I give Mara a warning squeeze to keep quiet, but it's too late. Barb does

some quick figuring, "Chloe and probably her brother too! Ken's van was

here yesterday when we got home Steve. Remember? And Sherry had the front

door locked too."

Sherry interrupts as Mara opens her mouth to speak. "I think that's enough

Mara. Now If you'll excuse me I've got to make a phone call. Geoff, you

go on with your part of the story."

"O.K." I say to Steve and Barb, "Here's how it happened. Katy was the

first (I guess it doesn't hurt to name names.) and we more or less seduced

each other, I knew better, but my Woody kept on doing all of my thinking

for me.

"The first day I was at my uncle's he took me over to the neighbours so I

could swim in their dam, Katy teased me with her body most of the time I

was there and towards the end of the day she tucked my hand between her

legs and made it very clear to me what she wanted. What she didn't expect

was the orgasm she ended up having, nor did I expect to cum in my pants.

"A few days later the two of us went for a walk in the bush, after a while

she started asking why it felt so good when I fingered her in the dam.

Well she's a very smart kid, and her parents hold her back so that she

doesn't outshine her brother. I was a bit pissed at this attitude so I

gave her the whole nine yards, how babies are made and why it's so much fun

in between.

"A bit later she told me to close my eyes while she had a pee. Of course I

peeked, she was standing right there in front of me with the leg shorts and

knickers hiked to the side as she peed standing up. Of course this was

what she wanted and when she finished she wanted to watch me.

"For obvious reason that was impossible, but what she really wanted, was to

see me cum, so I let her masturbate me and I came so hard it hurt, I must

have shot the first wad a good ten feet. We dared each other to taste my

cum and she really liked it.

"We had lunch near a dam a bit later on and I masturbated her to a huge

orgasm, then she wanted to taste my cum again so she fingered herself with

one hand while she jerked me off with the other, at the end I took over and

shot off into her mouth. We swam for a while and horsed around, then when

we got out of the water she wanted another drink.

"This time at the end she stuck the end of my dick in her mouth as I came,

so she wouldn't miss any. To reward her I taught her all about multiple

orgasms with my tongue. When she recovered she wanted to know if the same

thing could be done to boys. I said 'yes and no' and taught her how to

delay a man's climax. By the way, don't ever make a joke when there are

teeth that close to your cock." I say in an aside to Steve, he winces as

the womenfolk giggle.

"We fell asleep after that and woke up as a storm started to roll in. Just

before we got back to her place it broke and by the time it finished we

were cut off and I have to spend the night there. Katy's brother got

caught at someone else's place so I was given his bed in the caravan with

Katy at the other end.

"That night, Katy got a little over eager when I gave her a trip around the

world and broke her cherry on my finger when she came. With that out of

the way she decided to go all the way and I made love to her, she came so

hard she actually forced her cervix over my cock and that more of less

finished me off.

"The next day we found out that the storm was a forerunner of Cyclone

Katherine and it was going to hit the coast near us. Katy's parents

collected Jimmy and tried to get out and back before it hit, because they

needed supplies and had to do some business. We got left behind to watch

the house because of problems with a thief in the area.

"While they were gone Katy and I decided to make the most of the

opportunity. As we were getting right into it, Jimmy's girlfriend, Lena

came over to see Katy because she was bored. She caught us with my face

between Katy's legs and then we caught her with her hand between hers.

"She got really upset because Katy, who is quite a bit younger than her was

having so much fun, when her efforts with Jimmy had been uncomfortable and

unsatisfying. We got to talking, and she ended up asking me to teach her,

what to teach Jimmy. Katy and I started out by doing each other orally so

she could watch and then we ganged up on her and gave her a trip around the

world together. When she came she actually squirted, into Katy's mouth and

I had to fight her for a taste it was so good.

"Well I was so wired by then, that a touch would have set me off so we put

on some bathers, just knickers in Katy's case and went for a swim, so I

could cool off a bit. The clothes were a rather pointless waste of time,

because within five minutes we'd daked each other.

"Back up at the van, Katy taught Lena how to deep throat me until I came.

Then they got into a 69 and Katy ended up fisting Lena until she passed

out. I used a glass to collect the juice that came from her pussy when

Katy took her hand out and we shared it. Then the bloody storm started to

roll in and we had to stop.

"Lena tried to get home while Katy and I made sure things were secure, but

the previous night's rain was coming down from the mountains and we were

cut off again. This time I was alone with two young and very horny girls."

"Sherry interrupts me at this point, "You better finish up they'll be here

soon, Ken said half an hour."

"O.K. well we made sure everything was tied down, got in a supply of fire

wood and settled up with various parents, including mine, on the phone.

That night I found the girls' G-spots, though I didn't know exactly what I

was doing then, and then I fucked first Katy, then Lena. Lena couldn't

believe it when I slipped up inside Katy's womb either. After I fucked her

Katy discovered she could lick her own pussy. That got me up so fast I was

ready to do Lena as soon as Katy finished cumming.

"After I fucked Lena, Katy got out a porno mag that belonged to her eldest

brother and among other things it had a story called pissin' cousins, that

triggered our bladders, as the thunderbox was outside, we decided to use

the bath and Katy wanted to give golden showers a try.

"After we got cleaned up, I brushed their hair and gave them back rubs. To

reward me the doubled teamed me and gave me a trip around the world. After

that we had supper and discovered that pancakes were a sexy food if eaten

in the nude and we had to clean up all over again.

"The next day we tried anal sex, they discovered that they liked it almost

as much as the real thing and Lena had an effective way to keep herself

from getting pregnant.

Mara pipes up at this time, saying, "Yeah, I liked it when he fucked my

bottom and it felt really good when he peed in it too."

"That's quite a story." Barb comments, "I can see how it happened with

those two, and Sherry's already told us about Mara, but how did Chloe and I

presume, Ken get involved."

"Why don't we wait for them to arrive and let them tell it." I suggest.

I then add, "What I haven't told you about Katy and Lena, is that in

amongst all that fucking and sucking, there was a lot of very normal play,

several long talks on morality and even a nudist barbecue that include both

our families."

"Morality," Steve says, "that's a bit of a joke coming from someone who's

fucked four underage girls in three weeks."

"The basis of morality I mean, things like not hurting other people and

giving as well as taking. Though I did talk to Katy about some of the

nastier members of our society and why keeping children ignorant of sex is

usually a good idea."

Sherry adds her own opinion, "In his own way, Geoff is one of the most

moral people I know. He would never do anything to anyone that they didn't

want. I think that if a girl said 'no' half way through his cum, he'd wilt

like last months celery.

"And he's the most attentive eighteen year old lover I've ever met. From

what I've seen of him so far he gives all of his attention to his partner's

pleasure before he even considers his own. "

Barb looks at me appraisingly, "Now that is a wonder. How come?"

"I live in a small country town and I'm a bookworm, so pretty nearly

everybody, especially the girls, despise me. I learnt quite a few of years

ago that the real meat in stick books, was in the letters and stories, so

I've learnt a lot of theory and I vowed to put it into practice if I ever

got the chance. The first and only girl I had sex with before Katy, wasn't

interested in anything except getting me off. I guess it was a mercy fuck,

because the next day she wouldn't have anything to do with me and she was

hanging off the arm of bloke from my venturer unit. He was sort of a mate

and I guess he felt sorry enough for me, either that or he told her I was

cherry.

"As for my morality, one of my secret vices is girls school story books

written before about 1960 and they are full of it. Divested of the

claptrap it boils down to not hurting other people and making yourself

happy by helping others to be happy."

I'm saved from any further questioning by the arrival of Ken and Chloe,

they look a little disappointed to see other visitors and it is obvious

that Sherry has told them nothing about the Fields', only asked them to

come over. While they sit down at the table, Sherry rises to put the

kettle on and the boys are ordered to bring their glasses for refills.

When they would go back to their Lego the boys are ordered to remain,

Sherry telling them ,"I think this should include you two. Brendan, you

said things you shouldn't have and Mike, you've heard things you can't

repeat."

As they sit at the far end of the table their expressions turn serious,

matching the mood of everybody else at the table. At the same time a look

of comprehension appears on Ken face. He looks a question at me and I nod,

then shake my head as he opens his mouth to speak.

When the kettle boils, Sherry and I rise to deal with it and Ken follows,

however, when he tries to talk, both Sherry and I tell him to wait. We

return to the table with drinks and another plate of cake, tapping the boys

on the wrist when they bounce from their seats and make a grab for some.

When we sit back down, Chloe take a seat in my lap and Mara in Ken's. The

boys instead of returning to their own seats, seat themselves on their

mother's knees.

Everybody looks expectantly at Sherry and she sighs, pausing for a moment

to gather her thoughts. "O.K.," she begins, "I think everyone, except Mike

has a fair idea of what's going on. A little earlier today Mike and

Brendan came into the house just as Geoff, Mara and I were coming out of

the shower. That in itself wouldn't have been a problem, except Mara

didn't have a towel and Brendan wanted to see what made Mara not a virgin

and tried to justify being allowed to look by telling us that he already

touched his mother's vagina and that Pixie even licked her Daddy's penis."

Poor Brendan seems to shrink into himself, as everybody looks at him and

his mother gives an exasperated cry of "Brendan!"

"When I saw they didn't have any clothes on, I thought they were doing

things too." Brendan tries to explain.

"His weren't the only loose words." Sherry continues, "Mara corrected Steve

when he counted up how many girls Geoff was fooling around with and Barb

easily worked out that the fourth girl could only be Chloe. Now somehow or

other, we've got to convince our blabbermouth kids that, even if they think

it's all right to tell somebody, they shouldn't until they speak to one of

us adults first.

"Do you understand what I'm saying kids?" she asks looking at each in turn.

All except Mike nod, he just looks confused and says, "I don't know Mummy."

"Of course you don't Honey. What I mean is, we're going to talk about some

things today, that are very special secrets and you can't tell them to

anybody, not even Daddy, unless I say you can. It doesn't matter what they

say, even if they tell you the same sort of secrets, you can't say

anything, because if you do, we could all get into a lot of trouble." To

the adults at the table she says, "I didn't mean for Mike to get involved

until he was older."

"O.K. Chloe, you're at Wendy's house at a party and her daddy gets you to

sit on his knee, he squeezes your leg and tells you he likes your sexy

dress. What are you going to do?"

"Push his hand off and get off his knee." she replies.

"What if he won't let you go?"

"I'll yell."

"O.K. that's good. Mara the party's over and everybody's going home.

Wendy asks you to stay and play some special games, that make you feel

really good, with her and her mummy and daddy. Are you going to stay?"

"Are you picking me up?" Mara asks.

"Why? What difference does it make?"

"If you're there I can ask you if I can stay." Mara explains, adding with a

grin, "Wendy's daddy is really cute."

"What if I'm not there?"

"I'd pretend I didn't know what she meant and come home and tell you all

about it."

"Well we know Pixie checks with her daddy before she'll say anything. So

Brendan? You go to see Christopher and nobody comes to the door when you

knock, but the door's open, so you go in. You hear some noises from his

bedroom and when you look in, you see Christopher kissing his big sister

between the legs. What do you do?"

"Go home and tell Mummy." he says.

"O.K." I put in, "Now what if they see you and ask you to keep it a

secret?"

"Uh," he seems stuck for a moment, but when he does answer his response is

very sure "I don't tell ANYBODY."

"Brilliant!" I say, "That's right if they ASK you to keep a secret, you

keep it. But," I continue, "if they try to force you not to say anything,

maybe by saying something bad will happen to you if you tell, then you say

'O.K.' then come home as soon as you can and tell. Now can anybody tell me

why?"

Surprisingly it's Pixie who answers, "'cause it's bad to make peepul do

fings."

"But what if I tried to MAKE you take your medicine?" I ask her.

"Vat's dif'ent." she answers.

Suddenly Mike, who has been very quite asks, "Does Christopher kiss

Kerrie's privates? Yuck!"

Sherry laughs, "I have absolutely no idea Honey, those were just tricky

questions to see if you kids knew the answers. Christopher probably thinks

it's just as yucky as you do."

"I know." he chirps brightly, "I'll ask him."

"NO!" nine pairs of lips say simultaneously and Sherry continues, "You

can't say anything about that sort of thing, ever, or you'll get people in

trouble."

"O.K. He agrees. "But I don't unnerstand."

"It's all right Honey I'll explain some more later." Sherry reassures him.

She then rounds on Steve, "I believe you were going to tell us how long

Pixie's been sucking your cock."

Steve and Barb exchange glances and it is Barb who begins to tell their

tale. "I guess I should tell this, after all it's nearly all my fault.

Sherry knows part of the story but I'll tell that part anyway, because it's

sort of behind the rest."

"It all started when Steve got me pregnant when I was thirteen and he was

eighteen. We lived on neighbouring properties and because my little

brothers were so much younger than me and his brother had already left home

we sort of ended up keeping each other company.

"Mum and Dad were really conservative and total prudes. Cripes, when the

bull got put to the cows they'd lock me in the house and the one time I saw

a stallion mount a mare and asked mum about it, she scrubbed my mouth out

with soap.

"When I was twelve, I got my first period and the only thing Mum would say

was, it was a curse put on women and I just had to put up with it for the

next thirty years or so. Can you believe it in this day and age my mother

still believed that old shit. Anyway she showed me what to do and told me

never to speak about it again.

"Ha! The first thing I did, was saddle up my horse and go over to Steve's

place. He was the only one there, so I told him all about it and showed

him where I was bleeding." Suddenly she giggles, "The poor bastard didn't

know whether to throw up or crack a fat. In the end he just got very red

in the face and stammered that I shouldn't be showing him that.

"When I asked him why not, still with my jeans around my ankles and the

front of my bloomers, yes bloomers, pulled down to show him my hairless

little crack, the poor boy just got redder and even more tongue tied. He

was sitting on the floor of his room and he had his knees pulled up to his

chest. He tried to look everywhere but at my little pussy, but his eyes

kept on turning back to it. In the end he put his head on his knees and

begged me to pull my jeans back up.

"I did, and asked him again why I shouldn't show him. At first he wouldn't

tell me, but I kept on pestering him and eventually he gave in and made me

promise never to tell my mum and dad because they'd kill him. As if I

would, I knew this probably had to have something to do with what the

horses were doing when I was ten, and I figured I'd get worse than a

mouthful of soap if I told them about this.

"I was right. He told me that when a boy saw a girl between her legs, it

made his dong get stiff and hard and that was uncomfortable. 'Why? What's

a dong?' I asked him and he asked me if I've ever seen what a bull does

with a cow. I told him no and asked if it was like when a horse got on top

of another horse and put his thing in her bottom. Yeah, I was that

ignorant.

"'Sort of,' he said, 'that thing is his dong, but it goes in her pussy not

her bottom.' Well this totally confused me, I hadn't seen a cat on either

of the horses, and when I said this, it totally cracked him up. Finally he

recovers enough to explain that a pussy is just a slang term for a vagina.

I still wasn't any wiser but I didn't want him to think I was totally

stupid so I didn't say anything and I said I was sorry, because it must

really hurt if I made his dong get as big as the horse's inside his pants.

"Well that cracked him up again and it was nearly five minutes before he

could say that people weren't that big. I was feeling so stupid by then

that I just started to cry.

"Finally he got me calmed down enough to tell him what was wrong and I told

him I was so stupid because I didn't know anything and would he tell me

everything about what the horses were doing and what a dong and a vagina

were. So he did. He didn't know much about periods, but he told me about

how sperm came out of a dong when it was stiff and fertilises an egg inside

a mare or cow or woman and that was how babies were made.

"When he was finished, I just stood up and took my jeans and bloomers right

off and asked him to show me where my vagina was. I didn't mean anything

by it, I was just curious. Well he was embarrassed all over again, but I

wouldn't take no for an answer, so he went and got a face washer and a

small mirror from the bathroom. He cleaned me up and gave me the mirror to

hold while he showed me. It was a shaving mirror, so I could see

everything really clearly. His hands were really shaking as he used one to

spread my pussy lips and the other to point at the hole that was my vagina.

"I then asked him to show me his dong, but her wouldn't. Because it was

only curiosity that made me ask, I didn't really press him. After all, I

figured, it would look pretty much like the horse's. He told me to put my

pants back on and took everything back to the bathroom.

"He was gone so long, that I went to see where he'd gotten to. I met him

just as he was coming out of the bathroom and when he saw me he got really

red again. I asked what he was doing and he just got redder and asked if I

wanted to feed the joey (baby kangaroo) they were rearing. Of course I did

and I forgot all about why he took so long in the bathroom. Later I found

out what he had been doing and why it took so long. How many times was it

Dear?"

Steve blushes and answers, "Three. The first one I barely got my cock out

of my pants before I sprayed cum all over the floor and I had to jack off

twice more before it'd go down."

"Anyway," Barb continues, "We fed the joey and then I got back on my horse

and went home. On the ride back, I started to think about how it sort of

felt good when Steve's fingers shook as he touched me. Then I noticed that

the saddle felt good between my legs and I started to rock backwards and

forwards. When the front of my pussy touched the saddle tree it felt even

better so I shifted forwards in the saddle and boy did that feel good.

"By the time I got home, I was really hot and bothered and my pussy felt so

wet, I thought the pad Mum gave me must be full of blood. I was really

surprised that there wasn't much more blood than there was, it just looked

like I'd put it under a tap or something, so I changed it and forgot all

about it while I fed the chooks.

"Later that night when I had my shower, I discovered it felt good when I

cleaned my pussy especially around the little lump at the top, but I

couldn't stay in there too long, because we were running low on water. So

I got out and went to bed.

"It was a few days before I could get out to see Steve again and by then my

period was finished. His parent were home, so I asked him to come riding

with me. I took the lead and it wasn't till we were nearly there, that he

realised I was taking him to and old stockman's hut that was only used to

store wire for fixing fences. He guessed that I wanted to pick up where we

left off the other day and he started to protest, but it was pretty half

hearted. He told me later that he'd spent those three days alternately

kicking himself for passing up such a golden opportunity and kicking

himself for thinking about taking advantage of me.

"When we got there, we loosened the horses girths and tied them to a rail

then went inside. By the time he got the door shut, I had my jeans halfway

down and he just stopped dead when he turned around and saw me. As I

finished taking my pants off I innocently chattered away about how good it

felt when I rubbed on the saddle and when I rubbed this little bump. I

stood up and pulled my crack open and pointed it out.

"He kept on trying to say something but he couldn't make his mouth work and

I saw this big bulge grow in his pants. Again I asked to see it and this

time, it didn't take much coaxing from me before he undid his belt and

pushed his pants down to his ankles. Inside his jocks I could see a bulge

and as I watched, it straightened out till I saw a pink thing sticking out

above his waistband.

"He took a deep breath and shoved his jocks down and when he stood up I

could see his dong sticking straight up with a sack hanging underneath it.

I didn't have anything to compare it to except the horse's but I did wonder

out loud how could it fit in the little hole he showed me. He told me that

it would stretch and reminded me that was where babies came out. I asked

If I could get a closer look and he nodded, so I went over to him and got

down on my knees.

"I look at it from all sides, it stuck out of this patch of curly hair and

I could see veins on it and a fat purple knob on the end. There was a

little slit on top and a drop of clear liquid was oozing out of it. I

asked if that was sperm and he said no sperm looked like cream, that was

just some slippery stuff.

"I then asked if I could touch it. He nodded again and I poked it with my

finger. It felt hot and really hard but soft on the outside. He gasped

and I asked if that hurt. He said 'no', so I touched it again and ran my

finger down it and prodded the sack, then held it in my and squeezed. That

did hurt and he told me how sensitive a boys balls were, so I felt them

really carefully after that.

"He was breathing really funny by then and when I wrapped my fingers around

his dong to see what that felt like, he took a really deep breath and held

it. It felt really strange, it was very hot and felt like it had a piece

of broom handle inside, but the outside sort of felt like velvet, you know,

like how velvet feels when you crush it.

"While I held it, I used my other hand to touch the knob on top and I felt

the clear stuff coming out of the end. It really was slippery and it made

my finger skid over the end of his dong. He gasped again and pulled his

hips back and that made the skin where I was holding him in my other hand

slide over the inside. That felt really cool so I started to slide that

hand up and down while I rubbed the slippery stuff all over the purple

knob.

"He started say some thing but all he managed was 'Stop. I'm gonna' and it

happened, a big white jet squirted out of the end and hit me in the middle

of my forehead, I was so surprised that I opened my mouth and the next

squirt went right inside. I got out of the way of the rest and he put his

hand over mine and slid it up and down his dong till he stopped squirting

and the rest just oozed down over our fingers.

"'Wow' he said, 'That felt better than when I do it.' Suddenly he noticed

the sperm on my face and lips and started to apologise. By then the taste

of his sperm had registered in my mind and I decide I liked it. A lot. So

I licked my lip