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 My Three Brides

   By Tanya Writer

   This a V E R Y L O N G story of a boy as he grows into a young man.  We
see how and why he finds himself married to three girls.  The story is in
10 parts.

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   Copyright (C) 2023 Tanya Writer

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   My Three Brides

   Part 1

   Summer `66

   Ring....ring...  Carla Costello put down her morning coffee and made it
over to the phone before it rang a third time.  She didn't want to wake her
son, Stan, who was still sleeping.

   "Hello?" she said.  "Oh, hi Johnny...  what's up?...oh really...  for
what?....What happened?...It did?...I know it's important, but it's
Saturday...You will, well that's good....How long are we gonna be you
figure?..Yeah, I can come in...How soon you want us?...OK I'll tell my son
and I'll be there as soon as I can.  Thanks Johnny."

   She knocked on the door, and heard a noise inside, like something
landing on the floor, followed by a "Come in."

   She went in to see her son, lying in the bed, his top off with the sheet
over his lower body.  She noted that there looked to be a bulge in his
crotch area.  She guessed that he had been jacking off again.  What fell to
the floor must have been the Playboy he kept under his mattress.

   "So, you're already up.  The phone didn't wake you?"

   "No, I was up.  So who was calling?"

   "It was Johnny."

   "Who?"

   "Johnny McMahon, my boss, he wants me to come in.  They have a job that
they need to have done now."

   "Why do you have to do it on a Saturday?"

   "He said someone stole the whole Twiggy line, especially the miniskirts
we did.  All of that stuff is supposed to be in the stores for sale on
Monday.  So he needs me to come in.  We have to get at least that part of
the line ready for Monday.  He's gonna pay over time, so I'll have some
extra money.  We can sure use it too."

   "Why do they do that?"

   "Do what?"

   "Steal things."

   "Most people have some dishonesty about them.  We are fallen people. 
For most people it is little things.  But with others it is bigger things
so there ends up with a lot of crime around.  You know about gangs and the
mafia.  That's one of the things they do.  They hijack trucks and steal
things.  That's why I've told you not to be buying things that people are
selling out of their cars.  It's all stolen stuff."

   "I know, mom, I don't.  But, if you've got extra money, can you get me
an album?"

   "What album?"

   "The new one by the Beatles."

   "I thought you liked the Monkees." She didn't listen to the Monkees, she
just knew of them.  She did like the Beatles, ever since the first time she
saw them on TV in 1964.

   "No, it's everybody says I look like Davy from the Monkees, but I like
the Beatles."

   "I guess you do.  I've gotten you several other ones by them.  But
didn't you just get a new album a couple of months ago?"

   "Yeah, it was `Yesterday and Today.' It had a lot of older songs.  But,
there is another one coming out.  It has all new songs.  Can I get it for
my birthday?"

   "Well, I think I can manage that.  What's it called?"

   "Revolver."

   "What do you do with the money you get for allowance?"

   "It gets spent."

   "On what?"

   "On things I have needs, you know."

   "OK, but I'll have to wait until I have the money in my hand before I go
and buy it.  You'll be OK here alone?"

   "Yeah, I guess so.  What time you gonna be home?"

   "Maybe around four or five.  You need to get your own breakfast and
lunch.  Maybe I'll stop at Aldolino's on my way home and pick up a pizza
for dinner, OK?"

   "Sure mom, just get the usual one, none of the weird stuff you have him
put on it.  Can you make it a large one?"

   "OK.  What are you gonna do today?"

   "Can I go to a ballgame?"

   "No, I don't have the money for that, besides I don't want you to be
going over to the Bronx or Queens by yourself.  It's too bad the Giants
packed up and moved west.  If they were still here, maybe I'd let you go to
the Polo Grounds.  But I don't want you going off Manhattan by yourself.  I
don't want you going anywhere today, capire?"

   "Yes, mom I understand."

   Carla went to dress.  Stanley pulled up his PJ bottoms.  He lost his
hard-on and wasn't in the mood to jackoff any more this morning.  He put
the Playboy back under his mattress and got up.  He was in the kitchen
getting out a bowl and a spoon when his mother rushed out the door,
throwing him a kiss before she left.

   As she headed for the subway to take her uptown, she wasn't sure which
one of the Monkees Davy was.  She didn't watch their show.  He was supposed
to be the cute one?  Didn't every band have a cute one?  Now if they said
he looked like Paul, she would have known who he was.  That band she liked!

   She had heard talk around that Stan compared to Davy.  Stan was the
best-looking boy on the block, with his dark hair and brown eyes.  He had
those dimples in his checks when he smiled, and one in his chin all the
time.  If that wasn't enough, he had so much charm it was oozing out his
pores.  He could talk a banana out of its skin.

   Stan ate while reading the cereal box for the hundredth time.  He knew
what he wanted to do if he couldn't go to a ball game.  But he would have
to wait to do it.  It was still too early to call over there.  He went and
turned on the TV.  It was almost time for his favorite show; the Beatles
cartoon show.  He was in luck.  It was a first run, or at least one he
hadn't seen yet.  It was one with Ringo where he was sad and depressed
because it was raining when they went to an island.  The other three sing
to him and he cheers up when they played, "Good Day Sunshine" because they
make the sun come out.  He had heard that the song was on the new album. 
He couldn't wait to get it.

   After the show was over, he could call Mirabell.  He knew she was
watching it, too.  They talked a bit about the show and the song.  They had
been hearing "Yellow Submarine" and "Eleanor Rigby" on the radio.  It seems
Murray the K was pushing them hard, but they hadn't heard many of the other
new songs.

   Stan called over to Mirabell's.  He told her, "My mom went to work, they
got her working some overtime.  She said she was going to buy me the new
Revolver LP."

   "Oh, when you get it you have to have me over so I can listen to it,"
Mirabell said.

   "My mom isn't home right now.  Do you wanna come over?"

   "I don't know.  My parents are out too.  They took the boys, so I'm
supposed to stay with Tessa."

   "So bring her along."

   "I don't know.  I don't know if I want her to see what your dirty little
mind is up to."

   "Ah, she has to learn sometime."

   "You'll treat her nice?"

   "Of course," Stan said with a smile Mirabell couldn't see over the
phone.

   "Just don't make her do anything."

   "Will she want to?"

   "I don't know.  She does ask a lot of questions about what we do, and
she seems pretty interested in it."

   "It's OK with you if I do things with her?  I mean, with you right
there?"

   "I guess it will be alright.  At least she won't be asking me so many
questions about it."

   "What kind of questions?"

   "What did you do?  How did it feel?  Stuff like that."

   "So you think that she is interested in doing things?"

   "If not doing things, then at least watching."

   In the months before Mirabell and her family moved into the
neighborhood, he used to visit Marsala up the block.  She was fifteen.  He
used to pay Vito, her brother, to let him fuck Marsala.  She had a lot of
hair on her pussy.  That was not something Stan liked so much.  The good
thing of it was not only did he get to fuck Marsala, but Vito let Stan do
things with their little eight-year-old sister, Camilla.  Vito said she
couldn't be fucked, but she could be licked, and she would suck cock.  It
only cost half what it did to fuck Marsala.  It was better for Stan because
he didn't always have enough to pay for a time with Marsala.

   One difference between those sisters was Camilla didn't have hair there.
Stan liked that so much.  He really like Camilla and to do things with her.
She liked Stan.  Sometimes she would cut her rate in half for him.  Maybe
that was why he liked Camilla so much.  To help him out, Vito gave him some
pussy eating tips and Camilla was able to guide him in how she liked her
pussy to be licked.  Stan was a fast learner.  As smooth a talker as Stan
was, he could never talk her into giving it to him for free, not that he
didn't try to talk her into it.  All that ended about three months before,
when her mom got a job over in Hoboken.

   It was only a couple of weeks later that the Carbones moved into the
building.  Stan was the first boy Mirabell met her age.  They had been
going pretty well since then.  He was the one getting to her first, and now
maybe he was going to get Tessa too.

   Mirabell and her sister were soon over.  Stan was a gracious host he put
on music.  He filled the spindle of the automatic record player with LPs,
and turned it on.  He was serving them drinks with a small snack.  He spent
some time talking with them, and he involved Tessa in the conversations. 
Tessa felt comfortable being there, knowing Stan was one of her sister's
boyfriends.  Mirabell had a few now that they've lived in the neighborhood
for a few months.

   But Tessa was bowled over by Stan's good looks.  He was so cute. 
Mirabell was so lucky to have him.  How could she be seeing the other three
boys she was playing around with?  None of them were as good looking as
this boy.

   It took a little while before they got around to the reason he got
Mirabell over for, which was making out.  He kissed her lips but also her
ears and neck, things Stan knew she liked.  He caressed her head, running
his hands through her thick dark brown hair.  She had her brown eyes
closed, but she reached out and moved the shoulder length hair back behind
her back.  He moved down to her arms, running his hands over them.  Next,
he was on to her belly.  His hands went from there up across her chest a
couple of times, just quickly passing over.  Finally, he came back and was
squeezing her boobs through her training bra.  While he was doing that, he
had his tongue deep in her mouth.  He stopped only for a moment as he went
to get his hands up under her shirt.  Once there, he tried to wiggle his
fingers under her training bra.

   Mirabell wasn't ready.  She needed to take a break.  On her other side
sat Tessa.  She looked at her sister.  Tessa was trying not to look like
she was watching her sister make out with this gorgeous looking boy.  "You
wanna switch places?  You can sit next to Stan?" she asked Tessa.

   "And do what?"

   "He'll teach you," Mirabell said with a wink.  "You'll like it."

   Mirabell got up and Tessa slid over in her place.  "You know you're a
pretty girl, Tessa.  All the guys think so, just as pretty as your sister,"
Stan told her.  Tessa looked like her sister, just younger and with shorter
hair.  "Are you as nice as your sister?" Stan asked her, as he put his arm
around her shoulder.

   "I don't know."

   "I bet you are.  You've been patiently sitting here while we ignored
you. Poor girl, we were busy with each other, and leaving you out.  Would
you want to join in our little game?"

   "I don't know."

   "You don't know?  How about if we try?  Have you ever made out with a
guy?"

   "No, nobody's ever kissed me."

   "Well, today is your lucky day." With that, Stan leaned over and planted
a soft gentle kiss on her lips.  But that was just the start of it.  He was
soon kissing her neck, making her face flush.  It excited her so.  He
nibbled on her ears and was saying nice things to them.  He went back to
her lips.  He soon had his tongue at her lips.  She knew about French
kissing.  Mirabell had told her all about it.  Now she was finding out
about it first hand.  After a minute, she decided she liked it.  Stan gave
all she could want.  He wasn't just kissing, he was stroking her.  He
started with her arms before he was rubbing her belly.  A couple of times,
his hands had slid across her chest.  They hadn't stopped, so she couldn't
complain about them.

   They were busy kissing when she felt the bottom of her shirt pulled out
of her shorts, where it had been tucked in.  Right after that, she felt
Stan's hands on her belly.  It tickled, but she couldn't giggle as her
mouth was full of Stan's tongue.  Then his hands were on her boobs.  There
wasn't anything to stop him.  Tessa didn't wear a training bra like her
older sister.

   His hands touched all over her chest.  He could feel the flatness of it.
His fingers found her areolas and touched and teased them.  Boy, did that
feel good.  He backed off her mouth and started to lift her shirt.

   Mirabell said, "Not here, let's go to your room for that." Stan took
each girl by the hand and led them back to his room.  "My turn again," she
announced to the other two, and to lie down beside him.  Tessa went to lie
down on his other side.  Stan got comfortable in the hot apartment by
taking off his shirt.  He was showing off his six-pack abs.  He knew it
impressed the girls.

   "Where was I with you?" he said as he leaned over to kiss the older
sister.  They were soon going at it hot and heavy.  Stan broke it off to
pull her shirt up.  This wasn't the first time he had taken it off her. 
She sat up to help.  Once it was off, on to the floor, it was flung. 
Before she could do much more, he had his hands around her back.  The catch
on her training bra was undone.  It followed her shirt onto the floor.

   She didn't have much to train, but there was a little something.  The
little twelve-year-old had small mounds as big round as the top on a
Hostess cupcake, but only half an inch high.  Planted smack dab in the
middle were fat pink areolas with small little nipples that were just
starting to rise above her growing titties.

   Tessa watched as Stan was kissing, licking, and sucking on her sister's
mammaries.  She couldn't help but feel a little jealous of her sister.  Not
only did she have boobs, whereas Tessa didn't, but she had a boy playing
with them.  Man-oh-man did that ever look good.

   It was.  Mirabell was loving every moment of what he was doing to her.
His tongue was all over her chest, lapping and licking at those areolas. 
Stan was out doing himself this time.  She had let him get to second base
several times before, but he was really running the bases this time.  She
was getting ratcheted up higher than ever before.  Oh, she could just melt
into a puddle in this boy's bed.  She couldn't believe the feelings that
were flooding her brain.  Like she was climbing a mountain, and she was
getting near the top.  When she got to the top, it seemed she floated off
somewhere higher.  She felt like she was in a dream, just floating in the
clouds.

   She came back to her senses and found that Stan was still fondling her
boobs, but he was chewing and licking on her ear, whispering sweet things
into them.  Stan was always so good at saying those things.

   When he saw that, she had a happy landing.  He rolled over to his other
side.  He put his hands on Tessa's head stroking it tenderly.  "You didn't
think you were going to miss out on the attention?" He then gave her a
gentle kiss that soon turned red hot.  While she was busy tongue wrestling
with him, she felt him pull up on her shirt.  If it wasn't naughty for her
sister to take off her shirt, then it must be OK if he took off hers, too.
She sat up and allowed the boy to lift it off over head.  She had never
done this before.  But it seemed so natural now.  She was slightly
embarrassed that she was so flat.  From the look on Stan's face, he liked
them.  That made her feel better about her boobs.

   His hands were on them, caressing them while he was busy kissing her. 
He moved off her mouth and moved around to her ears.  He was blowing warm
air into them and pouring soothing words into them.  Tessa was feeling so
high already, before he spent a little time kissing and licking her neck.
It was causing her to shiver.

   Then he began to kiss his way down her chest until he got to the middle
of her breast bone.  He could go left or right.  He went both.  He was
planting wet kisses all over her chest in a circular motion.  Sometimes he
was moving in a clockwise fashion.  Then he would switch and go
counter-clockwise on her.  No matter the direction, he was gradually moving
closer and closer to her tiny flat pink spots on her chest.  They weren't
much of anything, maybe only a half inch across.

   When his mouth finally arrived on her flat little titties, it was so
great.  There were kisses, licks and sucks on them like she never could
have believed.  It was the best thing she had ever felt in all of her ten
years.  She could only want more and more.  It felt so good.  He spent who
knows how much time doing things to her.  She had lost all sense of time.
Yet at the same time, she felt so relaxed and comfortable.

   Stan rolled over and began with Mirabell again.  She had been anxiously
waiting.  She wanted him.  But she was a kind enough sister to share with
her little sister.

   Stan had his hands on Mirabell's thighs, just below her short shorts. 
He was stroking them.  She couldn't help herself, her legs spread on their
own, giving him more access to them.  She loved it.  He hadn't done much of
that before.

   While his hands worked, he was back placing kisses to her belly as he
worked his way down.  He popped the button on them and lowered the zipper.
He tugged at the waistband of her shorts.  She had never gone this far with
Stan before, but she felt safe.  Things wouldn't go any farther than she
wanted as long as she had her sister there.  She lifted her hips as he
pulled them down and off to join the other clothes on the floor.

   He paused only a second before he was back, pulling on the band on her
panties.  She had intended to only let him take her shorts off.  "Come
Mirabell, you'll like it." He gave her that look of his, with those sad
puppy dog begging eyes that she couldn't say no.  She lifted her hips
again, and the panties joined the other clothes on the floor.

   He could now continue his kissing.  They were all over her lower
abdomen, getting closer and closer to her pussy.  It was just a fat set of
lips with a slit down the middle of them.  She had only a few hairs growing
up on her Mons to show that she was maturing.  But he totally skipped over
them.  He went down and was kissing her thighs.  He could have done that
without taking her panties off.  Now he was seeing her all naked.

   She wasn't sure she liked that.  But his hands, his lips and tongue soon
made her change her mind.  Her legs had goosebumps all over them when he
started to move up.  Now he was kissing all around her pussy, not quite
kissing it.  It was driving her up a wall.  She wanted him to touch her
there.

   He took the cue and placed kisses all over her lips.  The kisses turned
to licks up and down her fat pussy lips.  Fat as they were before, they had
gotten fatter, swollen with her desire.  The flat of his tongue moved up
and down those lips.  He circled around her swollen peach.  He was about to
take a bite out of that fruit.  She was all for it now.  His tongue went to
the lips but with the tip he split them.  He was getting that tip between
her outer lips and touching the inner ones.  It was madding for her.  She
was wanting more from him.  She was needing him.

   He took a minute to use his thumbs spread her lips and was now able to
get at those inner lips.  He was crouched below her body.  She had her
knees doubled up.  They were pressing on his head like a pair of ear flaps.
Her hands were on the back of his head, pulling him up to her pussy.  She
had a grip on him that wasn't going to be letting go anytime soon.  His
tongue tickled that little opening to her vagina.  She had half a mind to
have him go up there.

   But he seemed to have his own ideas.  His tongue was now touching the
bottom of her clit.  Oh man, was that ever something?  She touched herself
there a few times.  She even did it once, showing Tessa where her clit was.
But this was so much better.  His tongue was warm and wet, with a slight
roughness.

   He was kissing all around there now.  She was more excited than she had
ever been before.  This was something else.  He was now flicking his tongue
up and down over it.  It was maddening.  His tongue was going up and down
like a metronome, up and down, up and down.  She was getting into the
rhythm.  She was bucking her hips to match the movements of his tongue. 
But he upped the ante again.  He took her clit area and was sucking on it.
But that didn't stop his rhythmic licking, it only added to it.  The final
two steps he added at once.  He had a finger pushing at her pussy hole and
was stretching it.  But the coup de gr ce was when he started humming. 
That was it.  She was gone.  Her head exploded.  As it did, she let out a
shriek that startled Tessa.

   Tessa sat up and looked over at her sister.  Mirabell's face went from
contorted in pain to one of total bliss in a fraction of a second.  Tessa
was worried about her sister.  But when she saw the broad smile on her face
that broke out on her, she knew that everything was OK.

   Stan got up from between her legs and moved over next to Tessa.  "Did
you like what you saw?  I know you did.  You want me to do that to you?" He
said, caressing her thighs.

   "I don't know," Tessa said shyly.

   "You don't know a lot of things.  Now is the time for learning."

   "I've never had my pants down in front of a boy before."

   "There has to be a first time for everything.  Come on, I know you will
love it," he told her.  Turning to Mirabell, he asked, "You liked it didn't
you Mirabell?"

   "Yeah, it was great.  Don't be worried, Tessa.  I didn't ever have my
pants down for a boy before today either.  What Stan was doing was great.
You should try it."

   "You won't go telling anyone I pulled down my panties?" Tessa asked her
sister and Stan, too.

   "No, course not," Stan answered.

   "You'll stop if I want you too?" Tessa asked, still unsure.

   "Yeah, but you won't want to stop, that I can assure you," Stan said
with one of his killer smiles.

   Tessa reached down and grabbed the waistband of her Bermuda shorts.  She
lifted her hips at the same time.  Stan stopped her.  "Let me do that," he
said as he moved his hands up to replace hers.  She lifted her butt and her
shorts and panties were off in an instant.  Her clothes joined the pile on
the floor.

   Tessa looked like a smaller version of her sister, but with no hips to
speak of, unlike her sister, who was starting to get a little.  She also
lacked the hair that her sister had.  This was better for Stan.  He liked
them without hair.

   He got down between her legs and did about the same things as he did
with Mirabell.  He stroked her thin breadstick thighs.  Hers didn't spread
naturally like her sisters did.  Stan had to take one leg in each hand and
spread them, before he could crouch down between them.  Even at that, she
had taken her hands and covered her pussy.  He let that go for now.  He was
busy using his fingertips to caress her thighs.  Sometimes he would turn
his hand over and use his fingernails.  Gradually, she loosened up.  He
took to using his whole hand to caress those legs.  He even lifted her legs
up and kissed and licked the backs of her knees.  When her legs returned to
be bed, they spread and the knees were doubled up on their own.

   When he felt she had enough of that and she was ready to move on, he
covered her lower belly with kisses.  He was working in a zigzag pattern
that was slowly moving down.  He was now kissing the joint where her leg
joined her lower abdomen.  She couldn't keep her hands over her pussy much
longer.  Stan took and lifted them up.  Tessa looked down on him.  He gave
her another one of those smiles that could melt a girl's heart.  He then
placed a kiss square on her pussy lips, then looked up into her eyes and
gave her another smile.  He softly said, "You look beautiful.  Relax,
you'll enjoy it."

   With that, he began to lay kisses all along her thin little pussy lips.
Tessa wouldn't have thought that would feel as good as it did.  This was
something else.  It only got better when he stopped kissing and began to
lick.  The warmth and wetness of his tongue was so good.  His tongue would
even make its way up to her clit.  When he did, it was like a bolt of
electricity would shock her.

   He began to work more in earnest.  He was licking her, interspersed with
kisses.  He felt so good to the girl, it was like a tickle but not quite
like that, but so much more exciting.  He worked on the outside for a
while. Then he spread her little lips.  He could see that little hole up
into her body.  With a little luck, he would be up there with his hard
dick. He wanted to be up in her sister in the same place.  But for now, he
had a job to do, so he got to it.  He was licking her out.  His tongue
poking into all her intimate places.

   He was licking her up and down from her perineum up to tiny touches to
her clit.  He shifted gears and went into high now he was touching the
bottom of her clit.  Tessa was starting to squirm.  There was only one
thing he could do in that case.  He spread her lips up top so he could get
at her clit more.  He began to tap his tongue on it.  He was tapping out a
rhythm on it.  If she was squirming before, she was doing even more of it
now.  Stan's reaction to that was changing from tapping her clit to licks
that were really pressing on her clit.  He kept up the same rhythm.  She
was now thrusting her hips up at him.

   Then it happened.  She burst out with a deep groan as her insides were
blowing apart.  She had never felt anything like it before.  But it was a
feeling she wanted to feel more, much more.  She lie back in the bed, her
sweaty forehead getting the color to come back to it.  She had the biggest
smile on her face.  She couldn't help it.  That was the best feeling she
had ever felt.  If that is what her sister was doing with Stan, then she
wanted to be doing that with him, too.

   Stan backed off of them.  "You girls had a nice time?  You willing to
give me a nice time, too?" With that, he undid his pants.  His hard cock
was exposed to the girls.  Neither had seen one before and were enchanted
by his four and half inch long circumcised prick.  He lay down next to
Mirabell.  "Will you suck me, dear?"

   "I don't know how," she admitted.

   "Just take it in your hand.  Give it some kisses."

   "It's really hard," was Mirabell's reaction to taking her first boy's
cock in her hand.  She tried to kiss it.

   "Take you hand here," he showed her, "and move it up and down.  Kiss it
here on the top," he pointed to the head.

   She complied.  He was feeling off in another world.  He loved it this
way.  It was a lot of fun when he got to fuck Marsala, but he liked it more
with Camilla.  Not only did he love to eat her pussy, but she was good at
jacking and sucking him.  Now he was training another girl to do that. 
Maybe before long he could start fucking Mirabell.

   He didn't hear the commotion in the other room.  He had been so in the
moment that he had forgotten about the time.  There was a knock at his
door. Before anyone could react, the door opened.  His mother was standing
in the doorway.  There was surprise on both sides of the door.

   She recovered first.  She closed the door.  "Stan, I have the pizza
here. Get dressed and come out here.  Your friend can join us." She went
back to the kitchen and set the table for three.

   It took a couple of minutes for him and the girls to get their clothes
back on.  Stan led them out to the kitchen.  Carla recognized Mirabell
walking behind him.  She was staggered a bit when another girl appeared
behind her.  He had two girls in there?

   "Hello Mirabell we have some pizza would you like some?  Who is your
friend there?"

   Stan spoke up, "She isn't a friend, she's Mirabell's sister."

   Carla noted two things about the new girl.  She looked a lot like
Mirabell, and she was younger.  Younger to the point of obviously flat and
undeveloped, so she must be rather young.  "Hello, we have pizza, come and
join us." Carla got out another plate for the extra girl.  She was glad she
got the large sized pie.

   "What did you get on it?" Stan asked.

   "There are pepperoni, sausage, and black olives, just like you like it."

   "That sounds yummy Mrs.  Costello," Tessa said.

   "Thank you.  Now, what is your name dear?"

   "I'm Tessa."

   "Well, thank you Tessa.  You can just call me Carla.  You don't have to
say Mrs.  May I ask how old you are Tessa?"

   "I'm ten."

   With that she shot a look at Stan.  He caught it and knew that his mom
wasn't happy.

   They ate and soon the pizza was devoured.  The girls made their escape.
Carla went over and locked the door behind them.  She then did what little
clean up that needed to be done.  She moved over to the living room, and
sat down next to Stan, who was watching the TV.

   "Stanley, you had those girls over here after I left.  I am not pleased
about that.  If that isn't enough you know that you should have had the
door locked.  Anyone could have walked in."

   "Who's gonna walk in?"

   "You never know, which is why you keep it locked.  Plus you had two
little girls over here.  It's bad enough that you had one back in your
room, but two?  That one, Tessa, is so young.  Doing things with either of
those girls like that can get yourself and the girl in a lot of trouble."

   "There won't be any trouble."

   "That's what you think.  What if Mr.  Carbone knew what you were doing
with his daughters.  I'm not sure he would see it the way you do.  It is
nice to have a girlfriend, and Mirabell seems like a nice girl.  But you
have to be careful.  You don't want her in trouble."

   "She won't get in trouble."

   "You think so, but let me tell you, you could get in a lot of trouble
real easy.  You know how old I am and how old you are.  You know how long
it takes to make a baby.  So you know I was only 13, when I conceived you.
Mirabell is only a year younger than I was, when I got pregnant.  If you
keep going like this taking her in your room, she might end up like me. 
You never know, you think she is too young to get pregnant but that might
not be so.  I've been there I know how it is.  Mirabell could be in trouble
easier than you think."

   "So what you want?  You want me to be with Tessa?  She ain't gonna get
pregnant."

   "It's true she isn't likely to be getting pregnant at her age.  But,
should you be doing things with a girl her age?  Should she be doing things
at all?  Think about that, Honey.  You really shouldn't be doing these
things at all.  You should go to to the church.  Father Guido has
confession all day on Saturdays." Shaking her head, she continued, "I don't
know, if you must be doing this, I will see about getting you some condoms.
You know about them, and how to use them don't you?"

   "Yeah, you mean rubbers."

   "Yes."

   "Yeah, I know about them."

   "Then I will get you some.  If you must be having sex, then at least
please use them."

   "How old were you when you were having sex?" Stan boldly asked.

   "What a thing to ask your mother?"

   "Yeah, well, mom, so how old were you?  You were thirteen and already
pregnant."

   "You know that I was fourteen when you were born and thirteen when I got
pregnant."

   "Yeah, I know, but how old were you when you started?"

   "Oh, Stanley, you're so exasperating sometimes."

   "Come on, mom, how old?"

   "If you must know I started when I was ten.  I went all the way by the
time I was eleven."

   "You were younger than Mirabell.  You were about Tessa's age then.  And
you talk about me."

   "Yes, and it was a big mistake.  You see, the trouble it got me in?"

   "So you're saying I'm trouble?"

   "No, Stan I love you.  You're not trouble but having kids when you are
very young can cause a lot of trouble.  You know it's not easy for us.  I
wouldn't want to see another girl having the same kind of problems I do. 
She might not be so lucky to have a man like your dad to help out."

   "How come you and dad didn't use them?"

   "You mean the condoms?  In looking back, we should have.  We thought, or
at least I thought, I was smart enough that I wouldn't get in trouble.  I
knew when my period would be, and when I was fertile.  But, sometimes the
body doesn't always work the way we think it does, and accidents happen. 
If we had used a condom, you wouldn't have happened."

   "So, you're like saying I'm an accident?"

   "No, Stanley, you're not an accident.  We love you.  It's just that we
weren't thinking of having kids.  We couldn't even get married.  Having you
was not planned.  I'll say that.  It changed our lives.  I don't know what
I might have been, or done if I hadn't gotten pregnant.  Your father
already had his job, and it was a good thing too.  I can't afford the rent
here.  But my guardian angel, Julio Gallo pays it for me.  That money comes
from your dad.  He is able to cover it.  But, he has to take steps, to
protect himself and me and that includes protecting you.  It isn't so easy.
So that's why I don't want you to end up changing a girl's and your life
like that.  So, please if you must do that, use the condoms."

   "What if the girls are all like Tessa's age?" Stan persisted.

   "That's still no guarantee that things won't happen.  But, think Stan,
should you be doing things with Tessa or other girls her age?  Try to stay
away from the young girls and if you must be with the girls, please use the
condoms.  Don't make the mistakes we made."

   No more was said about the issue, Carla gave him the condoms.  She never
caught him with a girl in his bedroom again.  She also didn't know if he
went to confession, she had to go sometimes herself.  Father Sarducci was a
very understanding and forgiving priest.

   It was several months later she thought she heard the door opening and
closing, but it was a windy night.  So maybe it was the wind outside.

   Once Stan got Mirabell into his room, they had to be quiet and they
couldn't take too long.  He had to sneak her back out of his place.  She
had to get back to her apartment before anybody knew she was gone.

   At the pre-planned time Stan was ready and waiting for her slight tap.
Stan had opened the door for her wearing only his jockey shorts which
showed he was ready.  She ditched her robe as they hurried to his room,
pulling off her nightgown as they went.  She had left the panties at home.
She wanted this.

   Into his bed they went.  There was a little cuddling and kissing.  Her
boobs had grown out more and were now at least half a large orange in size.
Her areolas had swollen up forming a large cap to them.  The nipple always
seemed to be sticking out.  Stan left her mouth and pounced on them.  He
was licking and sucking on them.  It was making Mirabell crazy with
horniness.  While he sucked her tits, he was busy rubbing her pussy.  It
had grown more hair now.  He would have liked to go down and eat her, like
he used to do before she grew all this hair, over the last couple of
months. But, they didn't have much time.  She figured this would be the
last day in the window, before she ovulated, so it had to be today.

   Stan got her into position and got on top of her.  She held him in place
while he plunged down into her.  One quick thrust and he was through it. 
They had been playing with it before, stretching it out.  But, today was
the day, and she was going to be losing her cherry.  She promised it to
him. Stan was all the way in her.  She was better than Marsala.  She was
tighter than the older girl.  Stan decided that he liked them younger
because they were tighter.  Since he had the sessions with Camilla he liked
eating pussies.  The best ones for that were the ones without hair.

   Mirabell was so primed for this it didn't take her long to reach her
orgasm.  It was only a couple of strokes more, after she was finished for
Stan to shoot his little swimmers up into that long dark tunnel.  Once they
were launched on their way, hopefully to find an empty womb, they had to
get her out of there.  She needed to be back home before she was missed. 
Tessa was up to let her back in, and was covering for her while she was
gone.  When she did get home Tessa wanted to hear all about it.  Mirabell
re-lived it for her, telling her sister while they both masturbated in the
dark bedroom they shared.

   In the morning, Carla was collecting the sheets and dirty clothes to
take over to the laundry.  She stripped the sheet off of Stan's bed.  There
in the middle was a bloodstain.  It was fresh, like within the last few
hours.  She thought she had heard someone moving around in the early
morning darkness.  But she wasn't sure.  Some of the neighbors have to get
up early for work even on a Saturday.  Or maybe it was the wind.  But with
this bloodstain there was no doubt about what she heard.  She had caught
Mirabell in Stan's room, undressed, and she saw them around together.  She
looked like she was glued to him.  Carla figured that was her blood in the
bed.  She only hoped Stan had used the condoms.

   School ended for the year.  Stan finished at the intermediate school. 
He had the summer off before he started high school.  He spent the summer
stuck in the apartment.  Carla didn't have extra money even for him to go
up to the Bronx to watch the Yankees.  She told her guardian angel, Julio
Gallo, about the lack of funds.  He asked her questions about Stan.  He
said he would pass on the information to where it should go.  Two weeks
later, Julio got in touch with Carla.  He had some cash for her, a guitar
case with a new Martin guitar inside.  With it he gave her the new the Sgt.
Pepper's album.  He said was passing on things for Stan, things he might
like.  Carla knew that Stan's dad took care of her, and these were from
him. Even if he couldn't be around Stan, he did care for their son.

   Between listening to the album, he spent the rest of his time learning
to play the guitar.  He tried singing.  Carla heard him at times.  He
wasn't bad.  He was no Frank Sinatra, but she thought he wasn't bad.

   Fall `67

   When the summer ended, he was 14, and started high school.  He was to go
to Carl Hubbard High.  He had gotten the course catalog and sat down to
figure out his courses.

   Carla asked him, "What kinds of courses do you want to take?" She asked,
holding the course list in her lap.  Stan sitting next to her looking it
over.

   "I don't think I want to take the college prep course program."

   "Why not?"

   "I don't think I would like college.  Besides, you have money to send me
there?"

   "Well, maybe not.  You know they do have lots of trade classes.  You
might like that," Carla offered.

   "Yeah, that might be OK, or maybe like those business ones."

   "Business classes are good, especially accounting and bookkeeping. 
Those can get you a good job.  Here look, it says you do have to take a
foreign language," Carla said.

   "Let's see," Stan said as he took the catalog from her.  "I get the
choice of Spanish, French and German."

   "No Italian?" Carla asked.

   "No, looks like not."

   "You'd think in this neighborhood they'd teach it," she said.

   "Maybe they figured you already learned it at home."

   "Well, maybe."

   "I guess I'll take German," Stan said.

   "Why?" Carla asked.

   "It's closer to English, isn't it?  So maybe it's easier to learn," he
told her.

   Taking back the catalog from him, Carla looked more.  "They have a
course in guitar, you can take that.  Hey there is even one on voice.  You
want to play the guitar and sing.  Maybe you can be the next Frankie
Valli."

   "I can't sing as high as Frankie Valli.  Besides, he's from Jersey.  If
I wanted to be anyone, at least I'd be like Neil Diamond.  At least he's
from the city here."

   He was in a different school from Mirabell.  She was still back in the
intermediate school, so he wasn't seeing her around much.  That didn't stop
Mirabell.  Since she was now putting out, the older boys were all on her.
She got to know one, Joey Di Salvo.  He had a car.  Mirabell was always
riding around with him.  Stan couldn't compete with that.

   Stan wasn't phased by it.  With his looks and now he could sing and play
guitar, he was drawing more girls than before.  Carla often came home from
work to find the living room filled with young girls all sitting and
listening to Stan play and sing.  She noticed Tessa among them.

   Tessa was now eleven.  She still hadn't gotten her tits yet, and Stan
liked that.  She was more than willing to come over as soon as school was
out for the day as often as she could.  Most days he didn't play, at least
not with his guitar.  He had an alarm clock set for fifteen minutes before
Carla was due to come home.  The idea was that they needed to get her out
before Carla got home.

   Most of the time they were necking and usually Tessa's top would end up
off of her.  Stan loved to play with her flat chest.  He was running his
hands over it while he kissed her.  That excited her so.  His talented
fingers always found her areolas and knew just what to do to turn them and
her on.  He would be down licking and sucking on them.  Sometimes he got
her to take off her panties and he could munch on her hairless pussy.  He
found that he really liked doing that.  He would kiss the lips for a while,
then lick them.  He would get her ready for the opening of her lips and his
tongue went inside.  Tessa was beginning to make a little fluid that leaked
from inside her vagina.  She was getting ready.  Stan licked all her juices
out of her pussy so they didn't drip down and stain the couch.  But that
wasn't all he did.  He found how she best liked her clit licked.  She
wanted it up and down, at first starting from her butthole up to the clit.
But then with shorter and faster licks.  Eventually, the licks became
shorter in length and were more centered on her clit.  So that it was, up
and down very fast on her love button.  That never failed to get her off.
The only thing that would stop her sometimes was when the alarm went off,
before she did.  Then they had to drop everything.  She needed to get
dressed and out of there while Stan tried to air the room out.

   Most times Tessa would get off before the time.  When she did, Stan
would pull out his pole and she would suck it for him.  He liked to have
her concentrate on the head, and to use her tongue on it, licking it while
it was in her mouth.  But he wanted her mostly doing was sucking.  He would
jack his own beanstalk while she did her part.  However, she did want him
to pull out before he would shoot his stuff.  She didn't like it in her
mouth.  So he would shoot it on her chest.  She had heard that if you rub
it in there, it would help make her tits grow.

   It was a Friday, all the schools were a half day.  Stan got Tessa over
as soon as she got out of school.  He took her and the alarm clock back to
his room.  They started like they always did with kissing.  She loved it
when he kissed her neck and he would lick her ears and say such sweet
things in them.  She was more than willing to give up her top.  She loved
it when Stan played with her flat chest.  All the boys at school wanted the
girls with the big boobs.  Not Stan, he loved the flat girls.  He stroked
her chest and lavished his attention to her little pink areolas.  They
seemed to swell up under his actions.  When they did, it felt so good.  It
was like they were electrically charged.  It sent off sparks in all
directions.  One way was to her head, and the other to her pussy.  It made
it get so itchy she knew she needed it scratched.  Stan had just the thing
to take care of that and today she was going to get it.

   She was on her back and legs spread.  He moved down to her hairless
pussy and planted kisses all over it.  His hands were stroking her thighs,
causing goosebumps to break out on them.  He used his fingertips on them,
which walked that fine line between tickling and tingling.  It surely was
titillating.

   His lips rubbed back and forth over her lips.  Then he brought his
tongue into the action.  That ramped up the feelings in her.  He was
licking her up and down her little pussy, which seemed to swell as well as
blush with a slight pink tinge to it.  He used his thumbs to pry apart her
inner lips so he could get to the core of her girlhood.  He was using his
tongue to get at the passage to her womb.  She was producing her elixir of
love.  Stan drank deeply of her vital flow.  When he felt he had all that
she was going to produce for the moment, he moved on.  He couldn't hog it
all up now.  There needed to be some in there a little later.

   He moved on to her clit, which was standing out waiting for him.  He
rubbed around it, touching everywhere, but not touching it.  That only got
her itchier and made her clit raise up higher to get his attention. 
Finally, with a wetted finger, he gave it a gentle touch.  That sent a bolt
of lightning to her, shocking her.  He followed up with kisses to the
surrounding area.  It was driving her mad.  When was he going to do it to
her clit?  She had to wait a bit longer, but it came.  First it was little
licks the became longer, finally he went at it in earnest.  He was giving
her licks up and down the pussy slit.  But then they settled only on her
clit.  They were soft and gentle at first, but finally they were rapid and
hard up and down.  Then he put in the killer move.  He took the whole thing
in his mouth and while sucking on it he continued his licking.

   She started to get close to popping.  Stan was ready for that.  He had
his fingers, he was spreading her hole.  He was able to move his body up so
that he was over her without taking his mouth off her clit.  It took a
little contortion of his body but he managed it.  Then he made the big
move. He used his fingers to keep her going while he got over her and then
into her.  He slid his hard cock into her before she had finished the
prolonged cum he managed to give her.

   Before she knew it, Stan was fully in her.  She didn't even feel him
break her cherry.  Once her orgasm was over he re-positioned himself so he
was lying more properly on top of her.  She was a bit startled that he was
on top of her like that.  But, at the same time, it felt so good.  Then she
realized that he wasn't just on her, he was in her.

   He gave her a full tongue kiss, which she returned, then he started
moving in her.  He hadn't eaten all of her love lube, or she was making
more.  Either way, he was able to move in her with ease.  It was even
better than Mirabell.  He loved that she was tighter.  She was tight, but
she could take the full length of Stan's man muscle.  He started a tap
dance with her.  But it wasn't just a two step shuffle.  He put a few
twists and turns into it.  He would move in and out, but he would rotate
his hips while doing it.  Once Tessa got used to him doing that, she would
suddenly reverse and rotate the other way.  Finally, as Stan felt he was
closing in on his cum, he moved into high gear and was pounding her pussy
hole mercilessly.  But that wasn't fazing Tessa.  She was bucking her hips
up at him.  She caught his rhythm and was giving it back to him.

   That was it.  They climaxed together.  Tessa wrapped her legs around his
waist, trying to draw him into her.  She was getting him into her.  Stan
was shooting the essence of himself right up into her tight pussy.  His
actions was churning his cum into a cream.  Tessa, for her part, was trying
to get that cream to flow deep into her.  She wasn't thinking about having
Stan's baby, not that she could, but wanted all of Stan she could get up
into her.  The more the better.

   Oh man, did this feel so much better than playing with herself at night
listening to Mirabell talk about her latest sex with Joey, or one of his
friends.

   While she had her fun with Stan, at first she didn't notice the blood on
her thighs.  As she started to get up, she saw it.

   "Stan, I'm bleeding."

   "Don't worry, that's normal.  That's your virgin's blood.  It only
happens this one time.  You haven't bled much.  If you look, you'll see it
already stopped."

   She got out of the bed.  She could see he was right.  The bleeding had
stopped, but she was still messy.  She couldn't go home that way.  Stan let
her use the shower to clean up before she dressed and went home.

   Stan saw that she had left a small red pool on the sheet.  He stripped
off the sheet and tried to wash the blood out of it.  He put the sheet in
the dirty clothes and put a new sheet on his bed.

   The next day was wash day for Carla.  She gathered up all the laundry
before she headed to the laundromat.  As she was loading the washer, there
was a sheet.  She hadn't collected any sheets this time.  Why was it there?
She got a look at it.  It had a blood stain on it right about in the
middle, slightly lower down on the bed.  Damn!  Stan had done it again. 
She got some hydrogen peroxide and poured it on the stain.  She was rubbing
it out, when Mrs.  Carbone, who was using the washer next to her, noticed
the stain.

   "A blood stain?  The red tide came in a little early for you this
month?"

   "Yeah, it did.  Surprised me a little," Carla lied.

   "Good thing it isn't off your son's bed.  You wouldn't want him taking
little virgins to bed.  My Mirabell is friends with him isn't she?" Carla
nodded her head.  "Mirabell has come into her time, but she is a good girl,
and she keeps track of her cycle, so no problems with that.  I am very sure
she won't be leaving one of those other kind of spots until she marries. 
My girls are good girls." Mrs.  Carbone said proudly and self satisfied.

   Carla bit her tongue and didn't say anything.  She knew both of her
girls hung around with Stan.  She figured that he already got Mirabell.  So
it couldn't be her blood.  Besides, she was hanging around with Joey Di
Salvo now, not Stan.  But Tessa was still among the girls she had seen over
when he was playing his guitar.  Who knows if it wasn't hers or one of the
other girls that came to hear him play and sing?

   When she got home, Stan was watching the TV, but playing around with his
guitar at the same time.  She put the laundry down and came over and sat
next to him.

   "Put your guitar down and turn down the TV a bit.  I want to talk to
you."

   Stan complied with her requests.  "So, what did you want?" he asked.

   "I was doing the laundry and there was a blood stain on a sheet.  Mrs.
Carbone saw it, and I had to lie, and say it was from my period.  It wasn't
a sheet from my bed.  It came from yours.  Since you don't have a period,
it can only mean that you had another virgin girl in your bed."

   Stan opened his mouth to try to say something, but Carla put her hand
over it.  "I don't want to hear it.  I know what you did.  I don't want to
know who.  Stan, honey, do you remember where we lived, before you started
school, and we moved here?"

   "It was an old place.  I remember some things.  There were a lot of kids
all around, and there were those nuns there all the time.  If you said
something they didn't like or did something wrong, they whacked you with
those rulers.  We had to eat that godawful stuff for lunch every day.  What
was that stuff anyway?" he said, thinking back a long way.

   "It was split pea soup."

   "Mom, please don't ever make that."

   "Don't worry, I won't.  I hated it too."

   "That place was an orphanage.  They sent us there.  You were born in a
home for unwed mothers.  When you were about two weeks old, the nuns came
to me and wanted me to put you up for adoption.  They said a white baby boy
could be placed very easily.  It turns out they would also make a nice
commission on the placement.  That part they didn't tell me.  I heard about
that later.  They were putting a lot of pressure on me to do it.  But I
didn't want to let you go.  I was trying to hold on to you."

   "It was then I met Julio Gallo.  Your dad sent him to me.  The nuns got
a big donation.  They also got a sharp elbow in the ribs.  After that, they
stopped bothering me about putting you up for adoption.  But they did kick
us out, sending us to the orphanage.  I had to stay there until I was
eighteen.  Then I could leave.  When I did, I took you with me."

   "Why were you in that place?  What a home for unwed mothers you called
it?"

   "Yes, a home for unwed mothers.  That is where I had to go to live.  I
was there several months until you were born."

   "Why did you go there?"

   "When you were born, it was a great shame for a girl to be having a baby
if she wasn't married.  It's a shame on her family too.  It was too great a
shame for my family to bear.  My parents kicked me out of their house and
disowned me.  I had nowhere to go.  Remember, I was thirteen going on
fourteen.  If it wasn't bad enough to be unmarried and pregnant, it is far
worse to be just barely a teenager, and pregnant.  I had to live somewhere
until I was eighteen.  That's why we lived there until you were four."

   "Why didn't you marry my dad?"

   "It's complicated.  I will tell you a little; first I was thirteen, so I
couldn't get married without my parents permission.  Let me tell you, they
weren't about to give it, because I was thirteen.  But, also, I couldn't
tell them who your father was."

   "Why couldn't you?  Didn't you know who he was?  You've said he helped
you.  You must have known who he was."

   "Oh, I knew who your father is, and he knows about you."

   "If you knew, why didn't you tell your parents?"

   "There would have been so much trouble if I told them who your dad was."

   "OK, so why don't you marry him now?  You're not thirteen any more?"

   "Like I said, it's complicated.  If anyone knew who your dad is, it is
dangerous for him and us.  Not to mention we couldn't do it even if we
wanted, and there wasn't any danger.  It's something that can't be done. 
The trouble would still be there, and those things are just not allowed."

   "Why is it dangerous?"

   "It's his work.  He has a dangerous job.  It is best if he isn't married
or has kids.  Better for him, better for us."

   "Do you love him?"

   "Of course.  I loved him then and I love him now."

   "Do you still see him?"

   "Sometimes, but we have to be very careful."

   "Why?  So you don't get pregnant again?"

   "Yes, there is that.  But I take those pills so I don't get pregnant. 
So, that isn't the worry.  That isn't the real dangerous part.  It's the
kind of people he works with.  They can't know about me or you.  Because
then we would be in danger."

   "So what's he do that is so dangerous?"

   "I can't tell you, then you are in danger.  Just be happy to know that
he loves you."

   "It isn't that Julio Gallo guy?  You call your guardian angel?"

   "No, it's not him.  He is a friend of your father's.  He attracts less
attention, so I can talk to him, so long as it isn't obvious that I know
him.  When I need to get to your father, he speaks for me.  When your dad
has said something to say to me, he speaks to Julio, and he passes it on
me. That guitar you have and that record you got, for your birthday, that
last Beatles album, what's it called, Sgt Peppers?  That was from your dad.
Just be happy he loves you and will take care of you.  And please Stan,
don't go leaving any more blood stains in your bed."

   That was something of a non starter for Stan.  He liked those young
girls.  He would just have to put down a towel or something under the girl.
Maybe a red one so she wouldn't see any blood.  He had plans for some of
those who hung around to listen to him sing and play.  He next wanted
Nardina.  She was Joey Di Salvo's little sister.  He figured it was only
right.  Joey took Mirabell away from him.  He would take Joey's sister. 
Beside she hung around with that group of girls that liked to listen to
him.

   It was after school the girls followed him home.  He played and sang a
little for them.  They began to break up.  Nardina was the last to leave.
He asked her about her home life.

   "So how come you can come over here everyday I play, don't you have
homework or chores to do at home?"

   "No, I do my homework at school.  I can get it all done in study hall,
and I only have to vacuum the floors once a week.  That's my only chore."

   "So you can do what you want?  What do you do when you're not here?"

   "I play with my friends."

   "That's all?"

   "You won't tell anyone?"

   "Of course not."

   "Sometimes when Joey has girls over, I like to peek on him."

   "Peek on him?  How?"

   "He has this gun, and one day he was playing around with it and he
accidentally shot a hole in the wall.  I can look through the hole and see
into his room."

   "So, what's he doing that you're peeking in on?"

   Nardina turned pink, "I don't know if I should tell you."

   "Oh, come on, I won't tell."

   "You sure you won't tell?"

   Stan crossed himself while saying, "Cross my heart and hope to die."

   "OK, he is doing sex in there."

   "You mean he is playing with himself?" Stan asked, a little surprised.

   "No.  You know Mirabell Carbone, right?"

   "Yeah, I know her."

   "He is doing sex with her.  That's not all.  Theresa, my sister, do you
know her?  She's in Mirabell's class.  She's in there too."

   "Joey is having sex with your sister?  His sister?"

   "Not most of the time.  Most of the time he does it with Mirabell, only
sometimes with Theresa.  But Theresa is doing things with Mirabell too. 
Joey watches and he is rubbing his thing while they do it."

   "Do they know you're watching?"

   "I don't think so.  They think I'm over here with you.  Everybody knows
how good you play and everything.  So they think I am here."

   "What are you doing while you are watching them?"

   Nardina turned red this time, "It's personal."

   "Come on, you can tell me.  I won't tell anyone.  Are you playing with
yourself?"

   She turned very deep red.  Stan knew he was right.  "It's OK if you do,
it's normal.  I do it too sometimes."

   "You do?" She gasped.  "I would have never thought you do it."

   "I only do it when I don't have anyone to do things with.  You don't
have anybody to do things with, and I don't have anybody to do anything
with.  Why don't we get together and do it with each other?" Then he gave
her that killer smile of his.  "Come on, it'll be fun."

   "I don't know, I'm only nine."

   "You think I won't like you because you're nine?"

   "I don't have anything.  Mirabell and Theresa have boobies and
everything.  Theresa has a bunch of hair, you know, down there.  They're
big girls.  I'm only a little girl."

   "I don't know about that.  You have good taste in music.  So you can't
be so little.  You like me, don't you?"

   "Yeah, I like you," she said, trying to hide her smile.

   "See, you aren't so little.  If you were, you'd be listening to kids'
songs.  I don't do kids' songs.  If you like my songs, that means you are
more grown up.  Besides, you have to be pretty grown up if you are watching
your brother doing those things."

   "I don't know.  I still look like a little girl."

   "What makes you think I don't like little girls?  You don't know, you
might be just what I'm looking for," and she was.  "Have you ever been
kissed?" he asked.  He could about figure the answer but, you never know,
so he had to ask.

   "No."

   "Why don't you come over her and I will give you your first one.  Don't
you think it's time to learn, since you are a big enough girl, that you
touch herself?"

   She moved over next to him on the couch.  He put his arm around her and
said, "See, isn't this comfy?" She nodded her head, but inside she was
trembling.

   It was so exciting to her.  Stan was a really cute guy, and he was an
older one, too.  Boys, her age didn't even look at her, never mind older
boys.  She would be so lucky to have Stan as a boyfriend.  All the other
girls in the fourth grade would be so envious.  Would he want to do the
things she saw her brother do with Mirabell and Theresa?  Joey was so BIG
there.  How could it even fit?

   "Now, I think it is time for a cute girl like you to enjoy the things
big girls do.  Don't you?" Nardina nodded her head.  Stan leaned down and
kissed her gently on the lips.  She did her best to kiss back.  This was so
exciting, a boy kissed her.  He did it again.  He was moving his lips
against her.  It felt so good to her.  He reached up and was holding her
head in his hands while kissing her.  She could feel him start to run his
fingers through her short brown hair.

   He kissed her that way for a while, then he stopped.  She didn't know
why, but he re-positioned himself and moved over and was kissing her neck.
That caused her to break out in a slight sweat.  This was amazing to her.
He was all over her neck, getting her to turn her head so he could get to
the other side of her neck.  Once when he got around to where her veins and
arteries were that fed her head, he gave a little playful nip.  She pulled
back and looked at him like he had gone crazy.

   "You won't let me drink your blood?"

   "What are you, a vampire?" She asked, like he was wacko.

   "Yes, and vant to drink your blood," he said in his best vampire voice.
She laughed.  He moved over and began his kissing again.  But he moved up
to her ear.  He nibbled around on the lob and ran his tongue around the
inside of her ear.  He interspersed that with blowing a bit of air into the
canal.  He followed that with soothing words that made Nardina feel so
special.  She was wanting this and so much more.  He kissed his way across
her forehead and down to her other ear.  He gave it the same treatment. 
She was dying.  She couldn't believe this was so good.  No wonder she had
seen Theresa kissing Joey and Mirabell.  This was great.

   Stan was back at her lips and this time, he brought his tongue with him.
It was running around her lips, licking them at times.  It seemed it was
trying to pry them apart and get inside her mouth.  It succeeded.  Stan's
tongue barged right into her mouth and made itself at home, checking out
the place.  He was checking her teeth and around her tongue.  She had to
keep him from checking out her throat.  He seemed to be threatening to go
there next.

   But before he did that, his tongue withdrew.  It flecked now and again
against her lips, almost as a dare to come after him.  Nardina took up the
dare and went after him.  But he wasn't going to fight her.  He opened up
wide and welcomed her in.  She checked out the place sort of like he did.
But then he started using his lips.  He was sucking on her tongue.  He gave
tiny little nips to it with his teeth, the licks all around her tongue with
his while she was in there.

   Man, this was getting to her.  She hadn't noticed it before, but now she
could feel that her panties were a little damp.  She was getting a little
itchy in that area, too.  She had to take a break.  She pulled back her
face and her tongue retreated from his mouth.  She took a few deep breaths.

   Those breaths only showed off the flatness of her chest through her
tight shirt.  Stan gave her a kiss on the nose then reached down and took
the bottom of her shirt he lifted it.  Higher and higher it went.  It
stretched the shirt a bit, but she didn't care.  He pulled it all the way
up to her neck now.  She shouldn't do it, but she did anyway, she lifted
her arms up.  Stan pulled it all the way off her.  She shouldn't do it, but
she did anyway, she lifted her arms up.  Stan pulled it all the way off
her.

   Nardina knew she didn't have anything, but if Stan wanted her, she
wasn't going to cover her little dark pink areolas.  They weren't much only
a half an inch across.  The nipples were so small they almost couldn't be
seen, they blended in with the rest of what little she had there.

   It seemed Stan didn't care as he was using his fingertips with all the
fingers to stroke her chest.  He was moving in a circle that got smaller as
he went on.  It was getting closer and closer to her little boobies. 
Man-oh-man did that feel so good.  Then finally he had a hand on each boob.
He stroked them with the palm of his hand.  She was going crazy from the
feelings.  He had been doing that for a while, when he pulled his hands
away, the current from there paused a bit.  There was another message
coming through to her brain, it was trying but couldn't get through with
all the messages coming from her chest.  The message read, that her panties
were getting wetter.  They were now more than damp.  Her crotch assured her
that she hadn't peed, she was just leaking something, it wasn't their
fault.

   She didn't have time to deal with them any more.  There were more
messages from her chest coming in.  Stan was using a wetted fingertip on
one of her areolas.  Even worse, he had his mouth down on the other.  He
was licking at it, and nipping it, he was sucking on it.  She couldn't
believe he was doing that, it felt amazing.  Never in her nine years of
life had she ever felt this good before.  It was like all the Christmases,
and birthdays piled together with the Easters thrown in for good measure
topped with the Halloweens, they together couldn't beat this.

   He seemed to have finished with one of her boobies and he moved over to
give the other one equal time.  How could she take this again?  She had
only gotten a break of a couple of seconds when he switched.  Then it
started all over again.  How much could she stand?

   Finally Stan gave her a break.  Or did he?  He grabbed the waist band of
her pants.  It seemed almost out of reflex that she lifted her butt off the
couch.  He had her pants and her panties, half way down her thighs.  He
could clearly see her little girlhood.  He could also see the gusset of her
panties, and they were wet.  Her pussy was hairless and was just a thin
line between two bits of skin that formed the edges before they curled in
toward that place up until now she had only used to pee.  But something
told her there was more there than just a place to let her urine out.

   He had her pants half way down those coffee with lots of cream colored
legs when the alarm went off.  It startled her.  Stan started pulling her
pants up.  "We'll have to continue this another time.  You have got to go
before my mom gets home."

   "Stan you want to do this again with me?  I'm not too much of a little
girl?"

   "No, your not too little, in fact you are just fine.  Come by tomorrow
right after school, OK?"

   "I will," she gushed.

   He got Nardina out in time.  When Carla came home she was preparing
dinner, while Stan turned on the TV.  He was going to watch the news.  He
was hoping to hear any news about the Yankees.  While he watched she told
him about her day.  Hearing how someone sews together clothes all day
didn't interest Stan that much, but he was half listening.

   He shushed her when the breaking story of the day came on.  The Kings
Armored Car company had been robbed overnight.  They weren't sure just how
much had been taken it wasn't disclosed how much, but it was in the
millions.  Carla came in and watched the story too.  They were amazed that
someone could steal that much money.  The cops would be all over those
crooks, they agreed.  They also wondered what they would do with so much
money.  Over dinner they talked of the fantasy of what they would do if
they had even a piece of it.

   The next day Nardina was true to her word.  Stan was ready for her.  He
got out of school a little before her and stopped at Mr.  De Palma's and
brought a small red towel.  He had plans for Nardina.  He launched right
into it.  She was all more than willing.  He worked her the same way as the
previous day with a few kisses to the lips before going for the neck.  No
silliness this time, no biting the neck.  He didn't want to leave any marks
she would have to explain.  It might be enough for her to explain that pain
in her groin let alone any bleeding.

   She was more than willing to be doing what she was doing.  She loved it
when he worked her ears.  He went back to her lips and the tongue wresting
began.  But, he wasn't going to be delaying anything.  Before he went to
her lips, He unzipped the back of her dress she was wearing, and took it
off of her.

   She hadn't figured being down to her panties, but here she was.  Her mom
made her wear the dress today.  She said, "A girl doesn't always wear
pants, sometimes she dresses like a lady."

   Stan wasn't looking at her anyway his face was in hers as they swapped
spit.  His eyes were closed, as his hands were doing those magical things
to her chest again.  Oh how she loved it.  She didn't think how Stan was
rushing this a bit.  Yesterday he was slower with things.  But, yesterday
was their first time.  He wasn't sure just how far she would go.  Now that
he got her to the point she was going to take off her panties, he didn't
see a need to go slower.  Besides, they had farther to go today, and he
wanted to make sure he had time for them to get there.

   He made his break down to her boobies.  He was a bit loathe to not spend
so much time there.  He loved a flat chest and an undeveloped bosom. 
Nevertheless he feasted on the tiny areolas.  He even got her nipples to
rise up a bit.

   Before he went any farther, he picked up first her dress and then her.
He carried her into his room and set her softly into the bed.  He stood
next to it pulling his shirt over his head, showing off his taut belly. 
Then he undid his belt and the button on his pants.  He paused and sat down
on the bed to take off his shoes.  Once they were off, he stood again
facing the girl.

   He dropped his pants, then stepped out of them.  His boner showed
through his jockies, but it wasn't like she hadn't seem one before, she'd
seen her brother's already.  But it was only from across the room through
the bullet hole in the wall.  He dropped the underwear now.  She could see
it clearly and close up.  Stan intended that she'll be getting a lot more
intimate with it in a minute.

   He actually was smaller than her brother, only just reaching five
inches. He was thinner too.  Plus he was circumcised.  All the nuns had
insisted on that with the boys.  They figured it would give him less
sensation and therefore less inclination to engage in sex.  On the other
hand Joey was eighteen and Stan was only fourteen, so he still had a little
time to grow.

   Now it was her turn.  He got into the bed next to her.  He reached for
the waistband of her panties.  She was a little unsure of things.  She had
seen Joey doing it with both Mirabell and Theresa, so she knew what Stan
wanted.  It looked like the two girls liked it, and for sure Joey did.  So
she lifted her hips, and he pulled them down.  He tossed them onto the
chair that her dress was draped over.  He scooted over close to her, but
his arms around her shoulders, he bent down to kiss her.  They exchanged
only a couple of kisses, then he moved down to her flat areolas and gave
each one a minute of attention, kissing, licking and finally sucking on
them.  He then planted kisses down her belly.  He stopped to get her to
move into the center of the bed.  He reached under the bed and drew out the
red towel he had stashed under the mattress, and placed it under her hips.

   He got down between her legs.  He was softly stroking her thighs.  In
away it felt like a thousand little butterflies were crawling on them, it
sort of tickled but felt good.  He followed up the stroking with kisses,
that interspersed the licks.  She thought the stroking felt good.  This was
even better.  He worked his way up and now had his hands on her bald kitty.
Nobody but her had ever touched her there before.  Nobody had ever seen her
without panties, at least not since she could dress herself, well, except
her best friend Angela Di Nuccio.

   It was a small slit in the middle of a little V that formed at the
bottom of her body.  The slit seemed to extend slightly under her.  The
surrounding lips weren't much, the skin just seemed to curl there going
down inside her.  He placed kisses all over her kitty.  She liked that.  If
that wasn't enough he was now licking her all over there.  It was enough to
make her shiver.  He was running his tongue up and down those bald lips it
felt amazing like that.  Stan did even more, he took and spread those
little lips of hers.  When he did, it was like breaking the dam on a river,
all of her little juices that were flowing from her, had been trapped by
her inner lips from leaking out.  But now they were free.  But not for long
Stan was vacuuming them up using both his lips and tongue.  But there was
plenty to go around.  He spent a little time getting it out of her, but
there were things to do and time waits for no man.

   He got down to business, he was flicking his tongue on her clit getting
it ready.  He was going to be launching a full attack on her soon.  Nardina
was loving every moment of it.  She even spread her legs more to give him
better access to her.  He used it to attach his lips to her clit and suck
on it.  At the same time he was still flicking his tongue on it.  She was
close, Stan could tell from the way she was moving her hips and the tossing
of her head from side to side.

   He took his mouth away but left a finger to do a tongue's work.  But, it
wasn't for long he had something to use on her.  He laid out on her, using
his right hand he guided his hard cock to her pussy entrance.  She wasn't
quite at the peak she was before with his mouth there, but she was feeling
good.  Then she felt it, the stab between her legs.  She knew what he had
done.  It wasn't unexpected, she figured when he put the towel under her
this was going to happen.  She was OK with it.  She had to lose it
sometime, and Stan was the cutest boy in the neighborhood, so why not him?
Besides the pain only lasted a second or two.  Then she felt full down
there.  But it was a fullness that was needing to be filled.  It felt
wonderful, she was now a woman.  She signaled Stan that she was ready for
what he was going to do by pushing her hips towards him.  He caught the
message and began to dance inside her.  He was doing his favorite dance,
the tube snake boogie.

   They banged their hips at each other.  The longer they did it, the more
frenzied they got.  Nardina didn't care about the niceties of the rotating
hips or the variation in speed or depth that he could do.  She only wanted
that thing in her and fast.  Her clit was getting some things from their
bodies banging together, but more important to her was the rubbing inside
her.  She had a spot in there that NEEDED to be scratched, and she needed
it now!

   Stan gave it to her, he was pounding away at her little pee hole like he
had never done before, because that is how she wanted it.  You want it, you
got it was Stan's motto of the moment.  Nardina exploded.  It started in
her vagina and rapidly spread from there.  She was being blown up from the
inside out.  Man-oh-man nothing could have felt better.  She couldn't feel
it much but Stan sealed the mine shaft and kept the explosion going in
there, when he pumped a load of cum up into it.  He knew what he was doing
and for a flashing second, he thought about his mom's admonition to use the
condoms, but it felt so much better like this.  Besides, there was no way
Nardina was going to get pregnant.

   After the last of his jizz leaked out of his deflating cock, he gave the
girl a kiss.  Nardina was played out.  She would lie there as though she
was catching her breath.  She was in fact listening to the echos in her
brain of the explosion.  She was one happy camper.

   Stan got off her and using the towel he quickly wiped down her pussy and
her thighs getting rid of the traces of blood.  He then dropped it on the
floor.  Looking over at the alarm clock, they had five minutes before it
was going to go off.  They were going to have to get a move on.  Nardina
got up but started leaking some pink tinged discharge from her pussy.  His
cum mixed with a little of her virgin's blood.

   It wouldn't do to have her go home like that, staining her panties.  He
got her a wad of toilet paper he placed in the crotch of her panties.  At
least wearing the dress no one would see the bulge.  She could flush the TP
when she got home, and no one would be the wiser.

   When she reached the front door of the apartment building, she looked
both ways, she could see Carla making her way up the street.  Nardina
started to skip off, that didn't feel so good, maybe skipping wasn't such a
good idea.  She would just walk away.  Carla didn't know Nardina even
though she had been in the collection of girls listening to Stan play, so
it meant nothing to see some girl leaving the building.  Stan got away with
it again.

   The next day at school she couldn't wait to tell her best friend,
Angela, all about what her and Stan had done.  Angela's family had come
from Italy a couple of generations ago too.  But they came from Northern
Italy, near Milan.  That accounted for Angela's blond hair.

   Angela was amazed at what Nardina told her.  She almost didn't believe
her.  How could people be doing those things?  Nardina assured her that
they did and she could prove it.  She knew that on Mondays Joey would get
Mirabell and Theresa in his room to have sex with them.  On Monday, Angela
got permission to go over to Nardina's after school.  Nardina had them
delay going home so Theresa and Mirabell would have time to get over to
Joey's room and get started.

   The two girls entered the apartment quietly.  Nardina led her over to
the bullet hole in the wall.  She could peep through it.  She saw Joey in
just a pair of boxers and Mirabell and Theresa in their bras and panties.
They were kissing like it was going to be out of style.  Angela of course
knew about kissing, and Nardina told her that Mirabell and Theresa would be
in there.  But she didn't say they would be doing things together.

   Angela had always like Nardina, even though she was one year older and a
grade ahead of her.  It planted ideas in her head.  If Theresa, her sister,
kissed girls maybe Nardina would too?  She watched as the girl's got more
into what they were doing.  The bras came off, and they were fondling each
other's boobs.  That progressed to sucking each other's nipples.  They got
into a 69 type position so they could do it to each other at the same time.
Joey had his cock out and was stroking it watching the two girls.  Angela
couldn't believe the size of his hose.

   That thing was a monster.  It was eight inches long and at least six
inches in circumference.  Angela couldn't and didn't know those
measurements.  But, Joey did.  He had measured himself and was proud of his
tool.  He had let them play awhile while he stroked.  But he stopped them
and proceeded to take off their panties.  Angela did a double take seeing
their pussies.  They were so hairy.  Her and Nardina didn't have any hair
there.

   She waved Nardina over to look.  They were getting into a daisy chain.
Nardina had seen them do that before.  She gave up the hole.  The idea was
for Angela to see this.  Angela came back to the hole to see the three of
them lying on their sides with their face between the legs of the person
ahead of them in the circle.  Theresa had her brother's dick in her mouth.
She was sucking it!  Angela could just see her doing it from her position.
She could see Joey licking the pussy of Mirabell.  From the position they
were in, Angela figured that Mirabell must have been licking Theresa's
pussy.

   They carried on that way for several minutes.  Then they stopped.  They
totally reversed themselves.  Now Mirabell was sucking Joey's dick and he
was licking Theresa's pussy.  Angela couldn't believe what her eyes were
showing her.  But her pussy could believe it.  In fact it was getting a
little damp and itchy.  It had never felt like that before.

   The feelings only got worse when Joey stopped them again.  He got them
on their hands and knees along the edge of the bed.  He got off and was
standing behind them.  He went over to Mirabell, he took and shoved his
monster into her.  "OMG" Angela thought as she saw the thing go into her
pussy.  How could she take it there?  Joey grabbed her by the hips and
began to saw into her.  He did it only for a minute or two.  He stopped
moved over and began to do the same thing to his sister.  She was taking
that thing too.  But, she was saying things like "Give it to me.  Oh Joey I
love it." He stopped and went back to Mirabell, and was doing it with her
again.  He switched back and forth several times.

   Angela had seen enough.  Nardina wasn't lying about what Stan had done
to her.  It all was so naughty and so exciting.  "Stan did that with you,
do you think he would do that for me?"

   "I don't see why not.  I'll ask him," Nardina promised.

   When Stan wasn't doing his homework he was busy practicing.  He was
picking up songs just by listening to them.  There was a music store in the
neighborhood, sometimes he would go over there and look at the sheet music.
He would look for songs he knew or thought he knew and check the chords and
see if he had them right.

   The next week Stan put on one of his concerts for all the young girls.
His following were all from the intermediate school with a few from the
elementary grades.  Nardina brought along Angela and introduced her to him
when she brought her in.  When they broke up Nardina and Angela lagged
behind.

   "Stan I wanted you to know I had a really good time," Nardina said.

   "Thanks, I am learning some new songs, maybe if I get them down better
I'll play them next time."

   "I wasn't referring to the songs, I meant what you and I did."

   Stan made a face to her that she should be quiet.

   "I told Angela all about it." The expression on his face showed he
wasn't happy about that.  "It's OK she won't tell anyone.  But we were, or
I was, wondering if we could do that again?  Me and her with you?"

   He turned to Angela, "Do you know what she is talking about?' Stan asked
her.

   "Yeah, we watched Mirabell and Theresa with Joey," Angela told him.

   "So you two are wanting to do things with me?  Together?"

   "Yeah," Nardina said.

   "Are you two going to do things together, I mean to each other?  Nardina
told me that you saw Mirabell and Theresa doing stuff together."

   "I don't know.  We didn't talk about that.  Would you want to see us
doing that?" Nardina asked.

   "Yeah, that would be cool," he said.

   "You want to?" Nardina asked her friend.

   "I never done anything before," Angela said.

   "You think you could do it with her?" Stan asked Angela.

   "I guess, if someone showed me how," she answered him.

   "We'll work it out.  But the question is when.  For you two to come
around together I will need a lot more time.  More time than we have after
school.  What's your number Nardina, I can call you and let you know when
it is a good time to come over.  You can call your friend and bring her
over then?"

   "Yeah, I can do that."

   The girls left overjoyed.  They were giggling to each other as they
went. As they walked out of the lobby of the building they passed Carla
coming in carrying a pizza.  She eyed them, they looked like more of Stan's
little following.  Giggling little girls, is that what he was taking to
bed?

   Stan had brought the mail in the previous day.  Carla got another of
those post cards with `Welcome to New Jersey' on it.  In the message all it
said was, "Wish you were here, hope to see you soon." It said the same
thing every time.  It wasn't even signed.  She saw it, and read it without
comment.

   Now today she stopped and picked up a pizza at Aldolino's, always from
the same place.  There were so many pizza parlors around, but she always
went to the same one and only after she got a post card.

   When she brought the pizza in she said, "Stan, I have dinner here, we
got pizza.  I will make a salad, then we'll eat."

   He came out of his room ready to eat.  He was fully dressed in what
looked like he had worn to school that morning.  That was good, Carla
thought, at least he wasn't undressed, and likely the girls weren't either.


   Carla told, him, "I have to go somewhere Saturday afternoon, you gonna
be OK making dinner for yourself?  There are meat balls in the fridge, heat
them in the oven, and you can toast some of the garlic bread and there is
salad.  They are both in the fridge.  You know how to cook the spaghetti?"

   "I guess, so?  Where are you going?"

   "Out.  I will do the shopping in the morning and then about noon I will
leave.  I won't be back until very late, so don't wait up for me, and
remember to lock the door.  Just leave off the chain so I can get in when I
get home."

   "OK.  So where are you going?"

   "Out, I said.  So have you thought about what you're going to take next
year?  The summer is almost here, and you're done with your first year of
high school.  How was your German class?"

   With the change of subject like that, Stan knew not to ask any more
about it.  He went with the flow.  "German class was good.  I think I will
take the next year of it.  I heard the shop classes are good to take, and
business math, since I have to take some math, anyway."

   "Anything else?"

   "I don't know.  Maybe I could take more guitar and voice.  They were fun
classes."

   "Don't have to take some history or English?"

   "Yeah, I have to have some.  I can work them in, maybe next semester."

   "Take one now and one next semester.  That way you don't pile them all
up and you can't take other ones you want," Carla suggested.

   "OK, I'll take world geography this semester and world history, the next
one.  I'll see where I can fit in English."

   Carla was up early and off to the market to bring back what she would
need for the week.  She put it away and began to dress.  It was a little
after lunch.  She looked nice.  She even had some perfume on.  This must be
a date or something.

   "You seeing somebody?" Stan asked.

   "I will be with some people," she said.

   "Anybody I know?" he said, fishing.

   "No, you wouldn't know them.  Please don't ask any more.  Just be a good
boy while I'm gone."

   They heard a horn out in the street.  Carla looked at her watch and
hurried out the door.  Stan went over to a window and looked out it.  He
saw Carla come out the lobby door.  He saw there was a car double parked.
It was big black limo.  She went over and got in the back of the car.  As
it pulled away, he could see it had New Jersey plates on it.

   Well, if she is going to be gone that long, maybe today is the day he
should call Nardina.  He called when it was answered.  It was a young
female voice.  "Nardina?"

   "No, you wanna talk to her?"

   "Yeah," Stan said.  It must have been Theresa who answered the phone.

   "Nardina, phone for you," she said in a sing-song voice.  "It's a boy.
Sounds like an older boy.  You have a boyfriend?"

   "Drop dead," she said to her sister.  Taking the phone from her, she
said, "Hello?"

   "It's me, Stan.  Do you think you and Angela can come over now?"

   "I think I can.  I'll call her and see if she can.  Anyway, I'll be over
in a little bit." She was overjoyed Stan would call her.

   Joey, who had joined them, asked, "So where do you think you are you
going?"

   "I'm gonna try to do some singing.  There is this boy who plays guitar,
and he wants some girls to sing with him."

   "That wouldn't be Stanley Costello, would it?" Joey said.

   "Yeah, so what?" Nardina said defensively.

   "Actually, I heard he plays pretty well.  You think you can sing with
him?" Joey asked.

   "I don't know, I'm gonna try.  If you let me go."

   He thought for a moment, maybe more for affect.  Then he said, "I don't
think mom would mind.  Why don't you go?  Don't you think she should go
Therse?  She'll be out of the house," Joey said.  He threw a look at
Theresa, especially her crotch.  She caught his meaning.

   "Yeah, why don't you go?  Mom will be working all day until late tonight
at the bar, so you can stay there until late if you want," Theresa told
her, while looking over at her older brother and his crotch.

   Nardina called Angela.  She was free they would meet at Stan's.  At
least she didn't have Joey and Theresa listening to that conversation. 
They had gone into Joey's room and she heard them lock the door.

   Nardina hurried over to Stan's.  She knocked on the door and heard,
"It's open." She went in.  Angela was already there.  She was sitting
nervously.  Stan sat in a chair in the living room, strumming his guitar,
wearing only his jockey shorts, which weren't hiding his hard prick.

   "Ah, you're here now, so we can get started," he said as he put down his
guitar and went over and locked the door.

   "What's that for?" Angela asked, slightly frightened.

   "It's so you don't escape!" He said with a maniacal look on his face,
rubbing his greedy hands together.  He could see the fear on the face of
the eight-year-old.  He dropped the look when he saw she was afraid. 
"Really, it's nothing.  It's my mom's rules.  Don't worry.  Come on to my
aft chamber." He put his arms around their shoulders and led them away, his
boner pointing the direction.

   He flopped onto the bed.  "Come on and join me," he said, then pulled
off his shorts.  Angela took a long look at it.  "You like it?" he said as
he gave it a couple of strokes.  Lying down in the middle, he patted the
bed on both sides of him.  "Come on down don't be afraid, I won't bite....
hard," then he gave Angela a smile and pulled her down into the bed next to
him, While Nardina went over and got into the bed on the other side.

   "So, have you ever kissed a boy before?" Angela shook her head no. 
"Then let's get cracking on your first time." He leaned over her.  She
looked like she was afraid he was going to do something horrible to her. 
But instead, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.  He pulled back and gave
her one of his warm smiles.  "How was that?  You like it?" Angela smiled
back at him, nodding her head, still a little afraid to speak.  "Good, then
let's get you some more." He returned to her lips and gave her little
kisses until she could join in.  He wasn't going to go for the full lip
lock just yet.  He had to build into it with her.  He gave her a bunch of
small ones, then left her mouth altogether.  She had her eyes closed and
wondered where he had gone.  She discovered in a couple of seconds.  He was
kissing her neck.  That felt so good to the girl.  He worked all over it up
and down and around.  He moved back, then went to work on her ear.

   He was kissing it, licking it, gently nibbling on the lobe.  He talked
to her into her ear in a whisper so faint she could hardly hear him.  But
he was telling her how pretty she was.  How she was so sexy.  No one had
ever said things like that to her.

   Her bright blond hair was cut short no longer than down to her ears on
the sides, but it did cover most of her forehead, and down to her collar in
the back.  It always had a tousled look about it, even when she brushed it.
Her big blue eyes peered out from under her bangs.  Her eyes were big, but
her nose was small and her mouth tiny.  She had the appearance of a forlorn
elf.  No one ever said she was pretty, let alone sexy.  It made Angela feel
so much better, and more relaxed when he went back to her lips.

   He spent a little more time with her there, then rolled her over
slightly towards himself so he could get at her other ear.  Everybody
deserved equal time.  Her other ear got it's worth.  Finally, he came back
to her mouth.  The kisses started out simple, but then it got more complex,
and now his tongue was getting into the action.

   She accepted it in course and before she knew it, she found his tongue
in her mouth exploring.  She didn't mind one bit.  She didn't even notice
he had his hands on her chest, running them all over it.  It wasn't until
he removed his tongue from her mouth that she noted his hands on her chest.

   "I have to go over and see Nardina right now.  You'll be here when I get
back?" he asked, giving her another smile, the kind that made his dimples
show.  She shook her head yes.

   "I haven't kept you waiting too long, have I?" he asked after he had
rolled over to face the other girl.

   "No, it's OK."

   "Good, let's go then." With that, he kissed her.  It was a more
passionate kiss than he had started Angela out with.  But Nardina was ready
for it.  She gave back as good as she was getting.  It turned hot and heavy
quickly.  He thrust his hands up under the T-shirt she was wearing.  His
fingers found her little areolas, and he was working them to beat the band.
She was loving it.  It wasn't going to take them long.  He reached down,
and she lifted her arms.  Her shirt flew off over her head.  After a few
more kisses on her lips, he was down onto her nipples.

   He kissed, then nibbled on them.  They were standing up, waiting for
him. To be sure, they were not very tall, but they were giving all they
had. They were rewarded for their work.  While Stan was busy there, Angela
propped herself up on one arm, so she could see over Stan's body and could
see what he was doing to the other girl.  Nardina sure looked like she was
enjoying it, and that's because she was.

   Her motor was running, and she was hot to trot.  She let him play on the
flat plains of her chest for a while.  Then she was pushing him down.  He
knew what she wanted, and he was very happy to give it to her.  He kissed
his way down to her waist band on her pants before grabbing them.  She
lifted her butt off the bed and they were off her in no time.

   Angela sat up and watched in fascination as Nardina spread her legs. 
Stan moved over and crouched between them.  His hands were stroking her
thighs while his mouth was planting kisses, interspersed with licks all
around her groin.  He was moving closer with each kiss to her hairless
slit.

   He arrived on the little pussy slit and began to lick the lips up and
down.  He wedged his tongue in the crack and went up and down it.  He could
begin to taste that her internal spring was beginning to flow.  He enjoyed
some of that beverage before moving up to tease her clit.  He didn't spend
too much time there at first, as he wanted to enjoy and stimulate her inner
flow.

   When he thought that he had enough of her essence for now, he began his
more asserted campaign on her clit.  It had been waiting for him.  He could
see that.  It was small, but it was poking its little head out of the
sheath that it normally hid in.  He licked around in long wet licks before
he moved on to shorter flicks on it.  As her excitement climbed, he revved
things up more.  He was now rapidly moving his tongue side to side,
stimulating her.  She was almost there.  He took the whole of her clitoris
into his mouth.  He continued to rub his tongue on it, still in the
side-to-side motion, but he was now able to suck on it.  That did it. 
Nardina went off like a fire cracker exploding.

   She gave a little shriek that frightened Angela, thinking her friend was
hurt in some way.

   Stan moved away, looking like that cat that got the canary.  The big
smile on Nardina's face showed that everything was alright with her.

   Stan rolled over to Angela.  "Did you like that little show?"

   "You really made her feel good?"

   "Yeah," Nardina chimed in.  "You should try it."

   "OK, I will." She started to take off her blouse by unbuttoning it.

   "I take care of that for you," Stan said, giving her another of those
smiles that melt girls' hearts.  With that he undid the buttons and opened
it.  Angela had a sudden spell of modesty and tried to close her blouse. 
"Don't do that," Stan admonished her.  "You look so good there."

   "But I don't have any boobies and boys aren't supposed to look at girls
there."

   "I don't think that you have much less that Nardina, and you saw she
didn't have a problem not only having her shirt off but all her clothes. 
Seeing a girl naked is what a boy is supposed to do.  I'm naked, it's OK if
you are too.  Now let's take this off you."

   Angela relented, and Stan stripped the top off of her.  "See, that's not
so bad.  And like I said before, you are very sexy."

   "But I don't have any boobies."

   "Who said you need to?  What you got here is fine with me," as he said
that he ran his hand over her flat chest and ended on her areolas.  He
leaned over and kissed her.  She relaxed and kissed him back.  He laid her
back on the bed and began to kiss her anew.  He ran his hands over her head
and through her hair.  She was now enjoying what he was doing.  She didn't
notice that his hands went from her head to her arms and down them before
moving over to her belly.  She could feel him touching her, but at the same
time she couldn't.  It wasn't registering in her brain just where his hands
were.

   Before she knew it, he was over kissing her ear again, once more telling
her how sexy she was.  It was then she realized that he had his hands on
her boobies.  It felt good.  She wasn't embarrassed about them now.  Stan
seemed to like them.  Soon enough, he moved down there and was kissing
them. Not only that, he was licking them, like a cat licks her kittens,
with tenderness and care.  This did feel good.  He paid attention to both
of them, trading off to make sure both of the pale pink half inch size
areolas got what they deserved.

   He moved off her nipples that were wet with his saliva and began to kiss
her belly.  The kisses were going everywhere, but they were all going down.
Soon enough, he reached her waist band on the shorts she was wearing.  He
looked up into her eyes and said, "Help me?"

   There was a quick calculation in her mind.  She saw what boys and girls
do when she watched Joey, Theresa, and Mirabell.  They liked it and it
wasn't nasty.  She had just seen what Stan and Nardina had done.  It must
be OK.  She raised up her butt off the bed.  Stan had her shorts and
panties off in a flash.  Too late to be modest now.  Stan was seeing what
only Nardina had seen of her before.  She hadn't ever been undressed in
front of any other girls, let alone a boy.  But here she was.

   Stan went back to the kissing he was doing before, lower and lower he
went.  Then he stopped.  "Open your legs up wide like you saw Nardina do,"
Stan commanded in the friendliest voice.  When she did it, Stan jumped over
between them.  He commenced to kissing her again.  He had his hands on her
thighs.  He was stroking them with the barest of caresses.  It almost
tickled, but it surely titillated.  He moved down and was kissing her
there. Now those were more meaningful caresses.  He was throwing in licks
to go along with the kisses.  Oh boy, was this now fun.  His hands slid up
and he was now touching her "there" even while his lips and tongue were
still on her legs.  But it didn't take them long they soon joined his hands
on her.  He kissed all over her in a sort of circling motion that was
getting closer to her little girlhood by the second.

   Finally he arrived, and it was almost a shock to her system, not that
she couldn't see that was where he was going.  But to touch it with his
lips and then his tongue, it was sending electrical charges up her spine.
She wasn't expecting that it would feel so good.  Her nerves all felt alive
and very tingly.  This was good she decided.  She was glad she came.  She
had been a little nervous coming.  Nardina said it was so good.  When she
watched Joey and the girls, that looked good, like they enjoyed it.  This
was better than she expected.

   Now he was licking her right on her lips.  It felt so exciting.  He
spent a little time doing that, before he took his thumbs and spread those
lips.  He could look right up inside her now.  He was using his fingers to
touch her there.  But that didn't last long.  He was now using his tongue
there.  Her clit was up in what looked like a long ridge hidden between her
outer lips.  Stan took it between a couple of fingers and was stroking it,
like he would when he beat his meat.  He was doing wicked things to her. 
She was making many strange faces, but she was loving everything he was
doing to her.

   He pealed back the curtains that hid the head of her clit.  He could now
see it.  But you wouldn't see it for very long, as his tongue was all over.
He took it between his lips and was licking and sucking on it like he was
giving it a mini blow job.  It didn't take her long before she blasted off
into orbit.  Her body was writhing all over the bed.  Stan had a hard time
keeping in position to continue it for her.  Her head was blown off and
went flying around the earth a couple of times, before it was ready for
splash down.  She landed lying flat in the bed, all drained.  She was all
sweaty wet, as though she had just came out of the ocean.

   When she was able to open her eyes, Stan was leaning over her, smiling
at her.  Nardina was peering over his shoulder.  "You OK?  You passed out,"
her best friend informed her.  Angela nodded a sweaty head yes.

   "I'm glad you had a nice flight," Stan told her.

   Now that she could see that her friend was alright.  Nardina was hot to
go.  She dragged him over towards her.  She was pressing hot French kisses
into his mouth.  He returned the favor for her.  They both reached down
between each other and were toying with each other's genitals.  Stan was
ready and had been.  He was so ready he was starting to hurt.  Lucky for
him, Nardina had kept her pilot light going.  She had been stoking up her
fire all the while Stan had been with Angela.  It didn't take much to get
her going.  She was almost at a boil already.  She moved, so that she was
now lying on her back with her legs spread and knees doubled, inviting him
in.  She was waiting for Stan to come on in and make himself comfortable
between them.

   That is just what he did.  As soon as he got his hot dog into her bun,
she wrapped her legs around and was humping into him.  He gave it back to
her.  He was thrusting into her with power.  He was bouncing her on the
bed. Nardina put her arms around his shoulders so she could keep a hold of
him.  They went at each other, slamming their bodies toward the other. 
They were fulfilling their animal instincts.  Who could have guessed that a
little immature nine-year-old could be such a tiger in bed?

   They gave each other as good as they were getting, which was a lot. 
Then Stan added his cum to the party, shooting it up that tight pussy of
hers.  Her response to that was to contract her pussy muscles to try to
draw his little swimmers up into her.  Not that she was doing that
consciously, but it came as a result of the orgasm that over took her.  She
was contracting everything, her arms, her legs, as well as her pussy. 
Perhaps that is what helped make it so tight for Stan.  No matter what
caused it was, he liked it.  Now it was his turn to be drained.

   Angela had been watching the whole thing.  It had been exciting, so much
so she was rubbing her not so little clit.  "Will you do that to me?" she
asked Stan.

   "Yeah, just give me a minute to rest." He looked over at the other girl
and said, "Nardina, that was one heck of a screwing you just gave me. 
Thanks!"

   The cheeky girl replied, with, "My pleasure," and it certainly was.

   Stan lay back for a while, his tool taking a break too.  It had been
hard since before Angela arrived, and it wasn't going to be hard again for
a while.  Angela was hot to go.  "Come on, I want you to do that to me,"
she told him.

   Stan got up out of bed and got his red towel and put it under her hips.
He began to kiss her.  She was digging it, but his cock was not ready to
go. He played around with her more, doing the things he liked to do to a
girl.  He was licking Angela's flat titties, he even started going down on
her.  But that Italian sausage of his hung limp.

   Angela took it in her hands, "Come on, it's supposed to get hard," she
complained.  "I want a turn, too." But Stan was just too pooped to pop that
boner.  "Come on she urged," jacking his bean stalk harder.  That didn't
get him hard, that only made him a bit sore.

   Nardina watched, wanting to help out her friend, she made a suggestion.
"Do you think you could get hard if you watched me and Angela make out?"

   "It might.  You girls been doing that before?"

   "No, but we watched Mirabell and Theresa doing it."

   "Nardina!  You weren't supposed to tell that."

   "Relax, Stan won't say anything, besides we weren't the ones doing it.
We were only watching."

   "Did you like watching Mirabell and her sister making out?" Stan asked
Angela.

   "They were doing more than that," Angela giggled.

   "Well, I'll be, and here I thought that it was Joey she dumped me for."

   Angela, now suddenly feeling bolder, said, "Mirabell was doing stuff
with Theresa, not just Joey.  It looked like she liked it."

   "Don't you think it's kinda hot, the two girls playing together?  I do."
Stan confided.

   Angela looked and Stan's dick it seemed to have stirred a little with
those thoughts.

   Nardina.  climbed over Stan and lay next to Angela.  They had been best
friends for a while.  She leaned forward and made the leap from best friend
to lover when she kissed Angela on the lips.  They were soon at it hot and
heavy.  Neither were as good as Stan.  They didn't do each other's necks or
ears, but they sure used their tongues.

   They were running their hands all over each other.  Stan suggested that
Nardina suck Angela's little itty bitty titties.  So she did.  Nardina
found it rather cool.  She liked it.  But she didn't want to be a pig about
things.  She shared her boobies with Angela.  The younger girl took her
turn to lick the flat nipples of her best friend.

   Stan was starting to get hard, and he was enjoying the show.  He
suggested that they get into a 69 position.  They had been eaten out before
by Stan, so they only knew to do what he had done to them.  They worked
each other's thighs with kisses and caresses.  Then they moved up to their
little girlhoods.  It was the first time for either of them to look at a
girl there so close up.  It was actually an interesting sight.  They both
liked it.

   They began to lick each other.  But too soon, they jumped to each
other's clits without the proper warm up.  Neither did they have the
technique of Stan.  The other thing they weren't using was plenty of
saliva.

   Since they weren't quite getting the feelings that they were seeking,
they backed off a bit.  Angela looked over at Stan.  He was stroking his
hard wood.

   "Oh goody, you got it hard now, can we do it?"

   "Sure, let's go," Stan told her.  Nardina got out of the way, as she
watched Stan position that red towel under her, just like he did with her.
Angela had seen the position Nardina had taken, and she replicated it.  She
was ready.  He pointed his prick at the hole it was to go into and pushed.
It didn't go in.  It bent back on him.  He used a finger to identify the
hole and using his other hand guided himself into position.  It was hard
for him to do that and try and maintain some balance over her, trying not
to crush her with his weight.  He pushed his sausage towards her hole,
trying to get in her.  Her hole wasn't yielding.  He wasn't getting in.

   Maybe he needed it wetter.  He had Nardina lick his cock and get it real
wet, while he got his mouth down on Angela licking with as much saliva as
he could get into her.  He backed off.  This time he had Nardina, identify
the hole with one hand and using the other guide his prick home.  Again he
whiffed.  It just wasn't going in.  Even trying was stretching and tearing
her a bit, causing unnecessary pain for her.

   "I'm sorry, I don't think it is going to go in.  I think you might be a
bit too small.  But I can eat you again."

   "OK," Angela meekly accepted, though she was hugely disappointed.

   He went back to work.  He did most of what he had done before, except he
skipped playing with her thighs.  The odd thing was while he was doing it,
Nardina had her head down there, watching his every moved.  She was getting
a close up tutorial on how to eat pussy.  Stan wasn't going to be
explaining things.  She was going to have to learn by watching.  With her
watching, Stan had a feeling she was going to be trying out this again with
Angela.  She got a front row seat to see Stan cause Angela pop her cookies
again.

   He pulled off and suggested Nardina to clean up her friend's pussy by
licking it clean.  Something the girl didn't reject.  She went right to
work and had her cleaned up in no time.

   But now, having popped a boner for Angela, she couldn't use it, or at
least not the place they had meant to place it.  He sure would like another
cum, and he figured Angela owed it to him.  "Angela, will you take care of
this for me?" he said, waving his hard cock.

   "It wouldn't go in before.  Do you think it will now?"

   "No, but you got other places.  I ate you out.  Will you suck me off?"

   Angela was agreeable to that.  "How do I do that?"

   "Come over here and I'll coach you.  Put your hand here.  Now you're
going to move it up and down." She did as instructed.  "Don't stop moving
your hand but I want you now to kiss around here on the top...  Good...
keep going...Now lick it... lick it all around, especially this part down
under here....  Good....  Now I want you to take the top, this part here."
He pointed to the head of his cock.  "Take it in your mouth, you want to
suck on it....  Not too hard... OK, that's better.  While you're sucking,
you want to be licking it at the same time." He gave her a little time to
practice it.  "OK, now keep doing those things.  You're doing great.  I'm
gonna hold your head.  I'm gonna move it up and down.  You keep doing the
other things....  Good...  Make sure you keep a tight seal with your lips
so you can continue to suck....Don't forget the licking....  I know you
have to do a lot of things all at the same time....You're doing fine, just
keep it up.  I'm gonna cum soon.  I want you to take it in your mouth." He
had his hands around the back of her head pushing it forward.  At the same
time, he was thrusting his hips at her.  She was able to take his prick
down to the bottom of his circumcision scar.  "OK, I'm gonna cum now.  Take
it!  Take it!  Ohhhhh!"

   He was pumping his swimmers into her mouth.  She could taste some of it
on her tongue.  Some of them were being shot right down her throat.  Stan
fired off six jets before it reduced to a dribble.  But he didn't let her
go until he had it all out.  He pulled back out of her.  His jizz was
running out of her mouth.  "Swallow it!" He commanded.  She looked up at
him, with an astonished look.  Did he really want her to swallow that
stuff? She didn't know what to do with it.  She made a face, he saw her
gulp.  Then she did it again.  "Open your mouth, let me see." It was all
gone.  "Good girl.  You did a great job!"

   "That wasn't so nice.  You put that stuff in my mouth and you made me
swallow it!"

   "It wasn't so bad, was it?"

   "It was all salty and gooey.  It won't hurt me, will it?"

   "No, you'll be just fine, and you did a good job.  That was your first
time sucking a boy wasn't it?"

   "Of course, I never did nothing with a boy before."

   "Well, how do you like being with a boy?"

   "It was pretty fun.  I wish you could have gotten in me, like you did it
with Nardina.  I want to feel like she did."

   "Maybe next time, I'll be able to get in you," Stan told her.

   "Will you do it again with me soon?"

   "No, I think you'll have to be a little older."

   "You'll still lick me there?" She asked, disappointed.

   "Of course, I think both of you are sexy.  I would be happy to do more
of this.  You know that you two can do things together even when you are
not with me."

   "That sounds like fun, don't ya think, Angela?  I'm hungry right now.  I
think I should go home," Nardina said.

   "You don't have to go.  I can make dinner, you want to stay?"

   They trotted out to the kitchen all naked.  Stan put some meatballs in
the oven.  Nardina put some water on to boil.  He added the spaghetti,
while it cooked Angela got things out and set the table.  Nardina buttered
some garlic bread when Stan took the meatballs out, he put the bread in to
heat.  He poured the water out and was ready to put the spaghetti on
plates, and got out the marinara sauce and cheese.  He got out the salad
from the fridge and the bread from the oven and dinner was served.  The
three of them ate hearty, due to their previous activities.

   Angela saw the time she said, "I want to stay, but I gotta get home."
Nardina thought it might be good if she left too.  The girls dressed and
left.  Maybe if she got home in time, she might be able to see into Joey's
room if they were still in there and she figured they would be.

   After they left, he sat around naked playing his guitar.  There was a
knock on the door.  He put his guitar down and went over to the door.  He
looked through the peephole.  It was Tessa.  He opened the door to let her
in, while standing behind it.  It wasn't until she was inside that she saw
Stan.

   "Hey!  You're all naked.  Why are you like that?"

   "I'm like this because I was hoping you would come over.  I wanted to be
ready for you."

   "If you were hoping I would come, why didn't you call me?"

   "I was afraid your mom might answer."

   "She's not home.  Her and dad took the boys out.  Mirabell isn't home
either.  I was sitting home by myself."

   "Why wasn't she home?"

   "She went over to the Di Salvo's house around lunch time."

   "Well, I'm glad you came over," Stan said.  His happiness was obvious as
his dick was now hard.

   Tessa looked at it, "Is that for me?"

   "It can be.  If you want it."

   "I want it," she said with a leer.

   "Then let's go," he said leading her to his bed.  Once in the bedroom he
said, "I think you're over dressed.  Let's get you more appropriately
attired," he said as he pulled her top over her head.  That took only
seconds.  Then in a flash he was undoing the snap on her jeans.  He lowered
the zipper and yanked her pants and panties down with one tug.  They got
hung up on her Keds.  She sat back on the bed and flipped them off without
untying them.  Her pants and panties followed.

   They bounced into the bed.  They were experienced lovers, Stan having
had her several times since he popped her cherry.  Their lips were hot for
each other, their tongues were at it at once.  They didn't spend too much
time with the kissing.  Stan was hot to get to those flat titties of hers.
He couldn't get enough of that stuff, even after just having Nardina and
Angela.

   He felt her chest.  He loved it, she did too.  He didn't take much time
to center in on her areolas.  He wetted a finger to diddle each of them, he
was taking care of both of them at once.  She pushed his head down.  He
didn't have a problem with that, and happily kissed his way down her chest
and began to feast on those little teats.  He paid due homage to each of
her almost budding boobs.  Licking and sucking on them to suit each other.

   Tessa, didn't need more.  It's true she liked it when Stan ate her
pussy, and he sure seemed to like to do that.  She was ready to go.  She
got on her back and spread her legs.  Stan could recognize an invitation
when he saw one.  He moved over top of her and eased himself into the girl.
Once in he could kiss her while he fucked her brains out.

   That is just what he was going to do.  He was pumping his cock in and
out of the girl, like a pneumatic drill.  She was getting it hard and fast
just the way she liked it.  His dick in her stimulated that spot up inside
her pussy hole so well.

   She liked it so much that even when he wasn't around she still needed
it. She used anything she could get that would work.  If all else failed
there was always her fingers.  Sometimes it took three fingers to fill her
up enough to be rubbing that special spot.  But that wouldn't be the only
thing she would be rubbing, one hand might be doing that to herself, but
the other would be busy taking care of that clit of hers.

   But luckily Stan was taking care of all of that for her today.  She
tried to put her arms around him but it seemed to impede his movements, and
that was the last thing she wanted.  He just kept pouring it into her. 
Then she let out low moan, and Stan knew he got her there.  He had been
pounding into her but he was trying to hold off himself he wanted to make
sure she came.  Now that she had, he could do the same himself.  He wasn't
able to fire much in her, as he did the other girls.  They had drained a
lot out of him.  His balls didn't make so much so quick.  But it was enough
for Tessa.  Once she had recovered from her cum, she got up gave a wipe of
her pussy, then dressed.  With a kiss and a wave she was out the door.  She
got what she came for.

   Stan was already in bed asleep in the early hours of the morning when
Carla got home.  She was up and gone in the morning before he got up.  He
was sitting at the table eating, when Carla got home.  She was dressed
fairly nicely but it wasn't what she wore yesterday.

   "Where were you?" He asked.

   "At church.  You know it wouldn't hurt you to go to mass once in a
while."

   "Yeah, well, maybe I will sometime.  So where did you go yesterday?"

   "I told you I went out."

   "Yeah?  Out where?  I saw the car you got in, it had New Jersey plates."

   "Yes, it did.  I was with some old friends who live there now, and I met
new some people.  We were just socializing.  You don't think your mom
deserves some time to herself once in a while?"

   "Yeah, I guess you deserve it," Stan with a smile.

   Nothing more was said about the previous day.  Stan went out to shoot
some hoops with his friends, and generally hang out.  When he got home, he
found his mother working on a piece of paper that had a bunch of lines
connecting them together.

   "What's that?" he asked.

   "It's a family tree, I'm making it for me, and for you so you can see
where you come from.  Look here, this is you," she said pointing to Stan on
the chart.  "Above you is me."



   Hugo Marchetti------------Vittoria Ballerini

   1881 | 1896

   | ____________________|___________________________ Geraldo Carmine
Bianca Ginacarlo Marco Contessa---Oliver Costello

   1910 1912 1913 1914 1918 1917 | 1913

   |

   |

   ____ ___________________

   Carla Carmine

   1939 1946

   |

   Stanley Costello

   1953

   Reformating done automaticly on this site has made a mess of the family
tree.  To see correctly go here:
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   "Why's there a vertical line between us?"

   "That shows you are descended from me."

   "What's that name over next to you?"

   "That's my brother."

   "I didn't know you had a brother."

   "I do.  He's seven years younger than me.  You know, come to think of
it, he is seven years older than you."

   "How come I don't know him?"

   "You don't know any of my family.  That is the way they want it.  They
don't want to know you or me.  I'll tell you, if that's how they're gonna
be, then fine.  I don't need to know them either.  Neither do you."

   "OK, so who are the people on the line above you?"

   "Above me are my parents."

   "Those are the ones who kicked you out?"

   "The very same."

   "What's the line between them?"

   "That shows that they were married, or at least they are my parents."

   "So, if you show your parents and you show you and me, why don't you
show my father?"

   "I told you before, I can't name him."

   "How can you do that?"

   "I can.  I don't have to tell who he is.  I don't think I've ever shown
you your birth certificate.  But, if you were to see it, you would see
there is no name where the father's name goes."

   "So, why didn't you put one there?"

   "Because it then becomes public record and I couldn't let anyone know
who he is."

   "So it's some kinda big secret?"

   "Yes, I'm afraid that's true.  Only he and I can know that you are our
son.  But, it doesn't mean we don't love you, it is just we can't have
gotten married, or tell anybody about us."

   "Yeah, I know you were thirteen and couldn't get married," he said with
a touch of sarcasm.

   "I'm sorry, we couldn't then and we still can't now," smiling, trying to
reassure him.

   "Yeah, you said it is too dangerous.  But you can't even tell me why?"

   "I'm sorry.  It's for your own good."

   Stan dropped that line since it was going to go nowhere.  "So, who are
those other people on that line?" Stan said, pointing to the line of names
beside his grandmother's.

   "Those are my mother's sisters and brothers.  My aunts and uncles.  On
the line above are their parents."

   "You don't have anything like that above your father."

   "I know I have to fill that in.  I still have to do research to find
them."

   "So, how do you do that?"

   "There are ways and societies that help with those things.  They have
records.  It just takes time to run all those things down.  I've sent away
for some things.  Watch the mail for me.  It will come that way."

   "Well, good luck to you.  I ain't doing that," Stan said.  He then went
to his room.  Carla could hear him playing his guitar.

   Stan knew it was his job to bring the mail in, so he would have to watch
for whatever she was sending away for.

   School was finishing soon, a lot of the kids were busy with final
projects or studying, but Stan did manage to have a couple of days where he
put on his little concerts in his living room.  Tessa was there at most of
them.  She also came over a couple of times even when there wasn't going to
be a concert.  But that didn't mean Stan didn't play with her.  He made
sure the alarm was set so she could be out of the apartment before Carla
got home.  They would go straight back to the bedroom.  There wasn't a lot
of foreplay.  Tessa got her cookies and Stan got his rocks off, which was
what they were both seeking.

   Once, even Nardina came over seeking the same thing.  He was more
accommodating with her.  He did spend the time kissing her and playing with
her flat chest.  He liked it better with Nardina than with Tessa.

   Tessa was starting to develop her breasts.  That wasn't a bad thing in
and of itself.  But he did like them better when they were flat.  The other
thing was that it signaled that Tessa was maturing and he was going to have
to watch it, Tessa may get her period and he would have to stop having sex
with her or at least wear a condom.  He hated those things.  He couldn't
feel her as well through them.  He also liked the idea of leaving a load of
cum in the girl.  Much as he liked to do that, he was mindful of what his
mother had said about not getting a girl in trouble.

   With summer Stan had his days free while Carla was at work.  Most days
he didn't do much.  He might hang out with his friends.  Sometimes he
stayed home and practiced his guitar.  Or he simply watched the TV.

   Then there was the time, that Nardina and Angela came over to see him.
It was a bit before lunch time, but they had already eaten.  What they
wanted was some male company.  Stan was more than happy to give it to them.

   He led them back to his room.  He stopped them and undressed them.  He
had them sitting on his bed while he took off their shoes, then socks.  He
then had them stand.  He undid the button on Nardina's jeans and the zipper
went down, followed by her pants.  He left her in her panties.  Angela was
easier.  He just took the waistband of her shorts and pulled down.  She had
to hang on to her panties or they would have gone with her shorts.

   Now it was their turn to do him.  He sat down, but he was only wearing a
pair of slippers, each girl took one off.  Angela, to be funny, gave the
underside of his foot a little tickle.  Stan was actually a little ticklish
there.  She got him laughing at that.  The girls together took his T-shirt
off him.  He stood Nardina undid the button on his jeans, then Angela
lowered the zipper.  Together, they pulled his pants down.  To their
surprise, there was no underwear, and his semi hard cock flopped out.

   He turned to the girls, he took and lowered Nardina's solid colored
panties.  Once off, she got into the bed.  Now for Angela, her little
panties, with the cartoon characters on them, were next.  Once they were
off, the two of them joined Nardina in the bed.

   "Nardina started first last time, so you're first this time," he told
Angela.  He rolled over to her and began to kiss her.  She was now
experienced and was a better kisser.  Much better, Stan thought.  He
couldn't believe that she had picked up so much from the one time they had
been together.  She was much more aggressive with her tongue and worked it
better in his mouth.  He wasn't going to waste time.  His hands were all
over her chest.  He just loved her flat chest.  While his hands were busy,
his tongue was too.  He got down and licked her areolas, to the enjoyment
of both of them.  He had paid due homage to both of her excited nipples. 
But while had had gotten Angela going, he couldn't spend all this time with
her.

   To Angela's frustration, he moved over and began with Nardina.  She was
enjoying his kisses, while Angela had to sit and stew, waiting for her turn
again.  Nardina had never been a bad kisser, but she seemed to have
improved her kissing, too.  She switched things up while he was interested
in her flat chest.  She was stroking about his equally flat chest, she also
ran her hand over his hard belly.  Her hand was soft and while it was a
nice caress, it was also tickling.  She pulled a fast one on him, and it
was her mouth that went down to lick his nipple.  He could still reach down
and stroke her chest and enjoy the flatness of it.  She wasn't as flat as
Angela as the eight-year-old was skinny were as the nine-year-old Nardina
had a bit of meat around her chest.  She wasn't fat by any means, just had
a healthy amount of body weight, unlike Angela who was on the thin side.

   Angela decided she wasn't just going to wait around and do nothing while
her best friend got all this boy's attention.  She reached over and began
to stroke Stan's hard cock.  She had herself a handful and was making the
most of it.  She really liked being with a man, or at least in Stan's case,
an older boy.  Now he wasn't the only one she had had sex with, just the
only boy.

   What she was doing felt good to Stan.  When he moved down to enjoy
Nardina's chest, Angela had to move too, so she could keep him in her
hands. Because Angela was getting his prick heated up, he couldn't spend as
much time on Nardina's titties that he would have liked to.  He had to move
along.  He flipped over so that he now had his head down towards the foot
of the bed.  He did it so he could get at Nardina's pussy, and still get
the pleasure he was getting from Angela.  He licked Nardina and got her
going.  She was producing her love lotion.  He just couldn't wait much
longer or Angela would have him going off in her hands.  That was certainly
not something he wanted.  So it was now, or he would end up all over her
hands.

   He moved and got over Nardina.  He fit his hard cock into her cozy but
wet pussy.  It was a tight fit, but he got it in.  It felt great for him to
be in there.  She loved it, too.  They went to rocking together.  Stan had
to slow down sometimes or he would finish before her.  He knew enough not
to let something like that happen.  He was for sure gonna cum, but if he
didn't get the girl off, she would be less likely to want to come back to
him for more sex.  It was in his own best interest to make her cum. 
Besides being the nice thing to do, he did like to get the girls off
because he could and they liked it.

   She wanted him, but adjusted to his rhythm.  She let him lead.  It
worked out well.  She got the cum he wanted her to have, and she wanted. 
So also he got his, too.  When he popped, he really gave it to her.  He
flooded her pussy with his baby makers.  It was flowing out of her.  She
was so full.  He pulled out and wiped his deflated dick off, and sat back
to catch his breath.

   Angela was anxious to get her turn.  "Can you get it hard for me?" she
asked.

   "You want to help it get hard?"

   "You want me to play with you?"

   "How about this?  You let me watch you and Nardina play with each
other?" He had liked seeing what they had done together before.  It would
be a turn on, he thought.  Besides, it might get Angela's fire stoked up,
so she was ready for him when he was hard.

   Angela moved over to Nardina and they began to kiss.  Their hands began
to caress each other as their tongues got into action in their mouths. 
They were going at it pretty good.  They got up and rearranged their
positions.  They were in a 69 position, but their heads weren't between
each other's legs but rather over each other's chest.  They also weren't
one on top of the other, they lay on their sides facing each other.  Stan
could feel his cock start to stir as he watched.  They kissed, licked and
sucked on each other's chests, showering each other's areolas with
attention.  They managed to provoke each other's nipples to stand up.  To
be sure they didn't stand up much, because they had so little, but to them
it felt great.

   Once more, they readjusted their positions and now they were in the full
69.  They were now munching on each other's pussies.  They would lie on
their sides, each with a leg lifted so the other girl could get at her. 
Stan watched as their tongues licked the labia and tickled each other's
clits.

   They moved their hands into action almost as one when they spread each
other's lips and moved inside.  Angela, for her part now was getting a
stream of Stan's cum leaking out of Nardina's pussy.  She licked it up. 
She had his cum before.  All-in-all, it really wasn't so bad.  She actually
liked the slight saltiness of it.  It was still as gooey as snot, but she
could live with that.  Angela was giving back to her best friend/lover. 
Her love nectar began to flow as she was getting juicy so something could
move up into her there.  Nardina found she liked the taste of her friend.

   Stan watched, but he wasn't sure if he should let them go all the way to
a cum without him.  Where would he be if they found out that they didn't
need him to get off?  He was going to interrupt them.  He began to pull
Nardina away so he could get at Angela.  She yielded and moved away.  Stan
rolled Angela on her back and tucked the towel down under her hips, then
moved over on top of her.

   Nardina knew what to do.  She reached over and spread Angela's lips and,
taking Stan's hard pipe, led it to the trench in Angela.  He was all lined
up.  He pushed, he bent.  He pulled up just a bit and pushed again.  He
poked the head in, but it was so tight it wasn't going to yield to him. 
She was too small for him to get more in.  He tried several more thrusts.
He could make no further progress.

   Now he had a dilemma, since it was obvious it wasn't going in any more,
he could stay where he was and jackoff and shoot his cum up into her that
way, or he could go back to her mouth where he knew she could take him.  He
would have to hope that she wouldn't mind if he blew in her mouth again. 
He felt that a man always was supposed to be inside, at least somewhere,
when she shot his load.

   He made his decision.  He pulled back.  "It ain't gonna go in.  I want
you to suck me, Ange."

   He moved up to her head.  She opened her mouth wide to take him in. 
Once in, she closed down and sealed him in with her lips.  She didn't need
to stroke him as he rocked back and forth in her mouth.  She was good to
keep her teeth out of the way while she licked and sucked on that Italian
sausage in her mouth.  She was getting to like this.  She had full control
of a man (in this case boy).  If he didn't do like she wanted one hard
bite, down she knew would get what she wanted.  But Stan was not bad.  He
had a hold of her head so he could push in, but he wasn't thrusting in so
deep he was going down her throat and making her gag.

   Stan wasn't going to be a neglectful lover.  He had seen that he got the
head of his cock into her, so she could take something in.  Maybe just not
something as big as his prick, not that he was that big, (now Joey, there
was a big dick).  Stan tried it.  He was able to reach back and tickle her
little tingler.  It was a stretch, but he could just about do it.

   He made the decision in his mind he was going to pop Angela today.  He
stopped the program right where they were.  He reversed their positions. 
He still had his prick up near her mouth, but now he had his face down at
her love box.  He nudged his hips toward her mouth.  She knew right away to
go back to sucking him.  He began to give licks and kisses to her pussy. 
But also he was using a finger right near the opening to her love cave.

   She could feel it all, in addition to what he was doing with his mouth.
It felt great.  She wanted nothing more than to lie back and absorb all the
sensations he was giving her.

   But she had a job to do.  She really did like Stan.  Not only was he so
cute, and he could play and sing like no other person she had ever heard,
at least not anybody not on the radio or records.  He could make her cum,
and he wanted her, Angela, the girl with the messy blond hair, the little
eight-year-old third-grader, that nobody much paid any attention.  He
wanted her, and he was going to get her.  But she wasn't going to just be
passive while he did those things to her little girlhood.  No sir, she was
going to suck that dick like there was no tomorrow.

   She was giving him a great blow job.  Where did she learn to do that? 
He wasn't that great of a teacher.  They had only done it the one time
before.  Who knows where it came from, but he was going to enjoy it.  But,
just like her, he had his work set out for him.  He was feasting on that
little girl that looked so delicious to him.  He was working his mouth on
her like she was on him.

   She took over stroking his cock, so he didn't have to thrust into her.
He could occupy his time with doing things to her pussy.  But one of those
things was to use a wetted finger in her little box.  He pushed and probed
at her little hole.  At the same time, he was doing nasty things to her
clit.  Making it jump up and down with excitement.  Then it happened.  He
knew it was coming soon, he could tell.  Her pussy spasmed.  She was
cumming.  Now was the time.  He drove his first finger up and into her.  It
pushed through her hymen and her cherry was no more.  He pumped it into
her. But, after only a couple of strokes, his middle finger joined the
party.  She felt so full there, it was making the explosions in her head
that much more intense.  Stan could feel a little rough place inside her
and he made sure it got a lot of rubbing when he finger-fucked the girl. 
She was going crazy.  She had thought she had cums before, but this was out
of this world.

   She came back to herself and realized she had a cock in her mouth.  The
boy on the other end of that cock had just done amazing things to her.  She
redoubled her efforts, which were pretty good before, now were excellent.
She sucked that dick as if her life depended on it.  She made it count.  It
wasn't much before Stan was dumping a load in her mouth of his gooey,
salty, semen.  They were jumping ship, going from inside him right over to
inside her, and happy to do it.  She was happy to take them in like long
lost orphans.  She swallowed them right down, hiding them away in her
stomach.  She was as happy as a pig in mud.

   They pulled back from each other.  They were drained.  Stan tried to be
sly when he wiped away the virgin's blood from Angela's crotch and thighs.
They shared a kiss together.

   It was then they looked over at Nardina.  She was furiously banging away
at her pussy.  She had three of her little nine-year-old fingers moving
almost in a blur.  She had seen their cums, and she wanted to join at the
same time, but it wasn't coming.  Her train wasn't getting to the station
on time.  She was pressing it harder, trying to make up for the lost time.
Her train had got a late start.  She hadn't started finger-fucking herself
when Stan and Angela had switched positions.  It was only after she watched
them a bit that she felt the need to cum again.  She joined in, but it
seemed they had the express and she had the local train.  But now that they
arrived.  She pressed that engine to go as fast as it could.  She was
trying to make it to the station ASAP.  Then her boiler exploded.  Things
were being blown everywhere.  A whole lot of steam was released.  Her
whistle blew long and loud as she let out a high shriek.  She was done. 
She fell back.  A puddle of girl juice wetting his bed.

   They all needed a shower.  The three of them crowded into the
tub/shower. They washed.  Then Stan got nasty.  He got down on his knees.
He licked those girls' nice fresh smelling pussies until they reeked of sex
again.  One at a time, he brought the elementary school girls to another
climax.  By the time he did that, the hot water was running out.  They had
to soap off their little boxes in a hurry, before they got too cold to do
it.