I felt the bed bounce, waking me up. All these years of living alone made me sensitive to changes in my environment.
"Shhh!" shushed Daphne from the other side of my niece. "Baby, go get washed up."
I startled awake, my mind freaking out over how I was going to fabricate a lie to explain, or rather confess my way out of the last several hours. "Daphne, my darling sister, I have a confession." That would form a good beginning, but then what would I say?
I could feel my penis being chopped off as soon as she could reach a knife.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and sat up. Glancing around I saw nothing…except Daphne's face. "Good morning," she said, sitting a couple feet away on the king-sized bed.
"Daphne, my darling sister, I have a confession." Oh, that was horribly cheesy.
"I'm listening, Dave. And it better be good."
Maybe this would work. With a deep breath I said, "We lost our swimsuits while on the water slides. At least, Missy did. Mine kind of…well, that's another story."
My sister nodded. "Nice start. Continue."
"We paraded through the lobby in the nude."
She laughed. "I wish I had seen that." Pointing at my bare penis, she said. "Actually, I didn't miss much."
"Thanks. Anyway, your daughter seduced me, and I…I took her virginity."
"Not the first time for you, was it?" She gave me one of those back-when-we-were-young-and-foolish looks. "Anything else you want to say?"
"We did that along the Lazy River, right out in the open, where everyone in the resort probably saw us." I stared at my sister, trying to read her expression. "And you're not shocked. Why is that?"
Daphne chuckled. "You knew Missy and I visited the resort before with her classmate, Jessie, and her mother. That was a few weeks ago. Beth, that's Jessie's mother, had four free passes. Do you know what we did here?"
I shrugged. "Did you go to the spa then too?"
She shook her head. "That had been the plan, but once we got here, something changed. I hadn't had sex, or even thought about it in years. Not since… well, but an hour after we checked in, all those things Mom tried to teach us about the evils of sex disappeared. I felt free, for the first time in years, maybe since we were kids. I looked at Jessie and felt the blood racing through my arteries. The strangest thing, Beth sensed the same attraction to Missy. When we paired off, the feeling became so strong. To cool off, we headed for the pavilion, but never made it. Together on one of those grass places, Beth and I ate the girls out. It was my first taste of cunt, but it hasn't been the last."
She looked at my bulging eyes. "Yes, I called it a cunt. No pussy-footing around it."
Letting me absorb the story, we heard the shower water turn off. A minute later a bare and still-wet Missy came out and sat in my lap. "Did you tell him?" she asked her mother.
"Just some my side of our last trip here. I didn't tell him anything about your side."
Missy turned as best she could without hurting me. "Uncle Dave, while we were here, I made a plan to have sex with you. I wanted you to be my first. That's why I was so, so excited about today. Please don't hate me."
I kissed her and held her bare body against mine. "I couldn't hate you. Today you made me the happiest I've ever been. At least in many years." I glanced at my sister who turned red. "But why did you want to experience sex so badly?"
Tears welled up in two pair of sapphire blue eyes. "My brain…my brain said I had to have a baby."
My jaw dropped. Just when I thought nothing could shock me, my little niece found yet another huge surprise. Then my sister lobbed another bombshell. "Today was her most fertile day," said Daphne, pausing for that fact to sink in. "We didn't think you'd go along with the plan if we simply asked."
I shook my head mostly to clear the cobwebs out. With each revelation what I thought I knew disappeared, replaced by a whole new attitude. Even yesterday it would be unthinkable. But today… "I need to shower," I said. Without waiting for permission, I headed in.
Under the hot water, I tried to drive all erotic thoughts from my mind, to no avail. All I could visualize was showering with my little niece. The more water that flowed, the more I knew I had to grant her desire, no matter what.
Returning to the bed, I found mother and daughter sitting there. "Did the shower help clear your head?" asked Daphne.
I contemplated my response. They no longer appeared to me as people from a Christmas card portrait I saw occasionally. No, they were objects of my sexual desire.
I grew hard at the mere thought.
A knock at the door postponed my answer. Missy jumped off the bed and streaked across the room. "Who is it?" she shouted.
"Us," came the response. I recognized the voice, a forgotten piece of this increasingly confusing puzzle.
The door flew open, and two more females entered our room. One ran at me, jumping into my arms. "Remember me?" asked the nude Becky.
"Sorry about my impetuous daughter," said Marcie, covered by a flimsy lilac sundress that left nothing to the imagination. She noticed my sister standing behind me. "I'm sorry, Dave. Are we intruding?"
"Don't be silly," said Daphne, walking over to embrace the newly arrived woman. "I'm his little sister. I guess he forgot to mention me." She glanced back at me. "He's been forgetting to mention a lot today." Her eyes bored into my soul.
"Oh yeah," I said. "I tried to molest this stranger, a girl…a preteen girl I just met. And her mother, Marcie, invited me…us to dinner."
"Glad to meet you," said my sister. She looked into the other woman's eyes before planning a kiss on her lips. Taking her by the hand, she said, "Let's get to know each other." They took their leave out on the balcony.
With their mothers occupied, the girls had other ideas for me. Becky climbed out of my arms before the pair led me to the bed. Pushing my down, the girls positioned themselves on either side of my hips.
"You have to kiss it awake," said Missy.
"Show me," said Becky.
Flopping into a better position, my niece began licking my cock. While it had stood at attention, it grew even more rigid when they joined forces. Not content with just the shaft, Becky attacked my balls, massaging them with her mouth. They had careers as fluffers in the porn industry if they wanted to make money.
"Wow, it's so big," said the naïve Becky.
"You should feel it inside you," said her preteen teacher.
"I want to…so bad."
Their ministrations brought me back to life. With me ready, Missy changed gears, preparing Becky. That virgin pussy was going to be well lubricated with the tongue action and fingers here and there.
I sat mesmerized by the skill of my little niece. Missy explained she only passed on what her mother did for her along with certain actions the girl discovered on her own. Her fingers worked the opening, Becky responding with sounds, moans interspersed with purrs of delight. The hypnotic sights and sounds transported me to another plane of consciousness, one of pleasure without consequences.
"She's ready," whispered Missy into my ear. "Be gentle." The girls shifted positions with Becky positioning her dripping slit over my erect member. After guiding her friend down, Missy inexpertly flipped around to put her pussy on my mouth. I realized my auspicious predicament. A threesome with two participants whose combined age would not even allow them to drink. Every moment brought new and different experiences I doubted would ever occur again. I had died and gone to heaven.
With my attention consumed by the juicy pussy, Becky worked herself down. The distraction of her new friend allowed her to proceed with the deflowering at her own pace.
Missy tensed as she reached a climax, almost crushing my skull with her surprisingly strong thighs. As she released her death grip, I heard the other girl croak, "Hold me." It was only then I realized I was balls-deep in my second virgin of the day.
Missy vacated her perch, allowing me to view Becky recovering from the experience. "I…I'm…I'm ready."
Still joined, we shifted with Becky ending up on her back. I began my dutiful part of the operation. Gentle, said my brain, still listening to Missy's request. However, Becky's tensing muscles convinced me to up my game. Harder, faster. I gauged my movement on her expression. Thanks to the previous encounter, I felt no desperation.
I brought her close, then paused. Twice. On the third time, she started to shudder. Hard. With her in the throes of her peak, I didn't hold back, releasing everything I had. My little swimmers headed for their probable demise. Except for that single lucky one.
We kissed, all three of us, with Becky and I remaining intertwined.
Sleep engulfed my brain, feeling the world shrink into a black hole. If I died now, I would succumb in ecstasy.
"Will he ever wake up?" I heard the familiar voice, a little girl voice.
"He gave his all," said an older voice, equally female. "His hormones raged and now he requires some rest."
"I'm fine," I mumbled, not completely coherent.
Two mouths attacked my cheeks, one from each side of my jaw. "We love you, Uncle Dave."
"Love you, too, Pumpkin." Two warm bodies sandwiched my bare torso. I could wake to that reception every day of my life.
"Let him wake up, girls," said another older female. "He'll need dinner and more rest to replenish his energy. For later."
The two girls shifted away. Reluctantly, I sat up to find the four of them sitting in long tee shirts staring at my naked body. When I died, I had indeed gone to heaven.
"Get a move on, sleepy head," said my sister. "They're going to be closing the kitchen soon."
Minutes later, we sat at the front table of the restaurant downstairs. Strangely, my being in a tee shirt and shorts made me overdressed. I don't mean my four companions, still in their shirts. No, the other several families scattered around the place wore bikinis and trunks, if that much. Three groups, including the pair of preteen twins I saw before, dined completely unclothed.
I sat between my young lovers and across from their mothers. Their small hands found their way to my legs, creeping up the pant leg, trying to locate my well-fucked cock. The smiles from the other side of the table told me Daphne and Marcie knew exactly what their daughters were attempting to do.
Loving the attention, but not wanting to disrupt their illusions of stealth, I tried to start a conversation. "So, Sis, what were you doing while we were … enjoying the slides."
"I…I had a job interview. Last time hadn't been all fun and games like I told you before. I met with the staff, having heard they were looking for nurses. They have a clinic next door which they promised would give me a unique experience. I guess I impressed them enough to invite me back. I didn't want to say anything, but I had a second round this morning."
Daphne took a deep breath. "Instead of a massage, I descended into the bowels of the building, There I met with the owner of the resort. We spoke for quite a while, not talking about nursing much at all. The strangest interview I ever had."
"So did you get an offer?" I asked. "And would you accept it?"
Daphne shrugged. "Not yet. As for the second question, it would be better than being at the hospital I'm at now."
"I hope you get it," said Marcie. "If I could put in a good word for you, I would."
Dinner continued with small talk and small wandering hands. It was a miracle we didn't start an orgy right there.
I glanced at the girl's wristbands. No longer a dark green, but more of a hot pink. Mine remained that burgundy, perhaps a little deeper in color.
Strangely, even with the four beautiful companions, my eyes wandered to the table where the twins sat. My mind ran crazy scenarios with them. I had turned into a total pervert.
As we walked across the lobby heading for our rooms, a familiar face approached us after popping up from behind the registration desk. Flashing her silver braces at me, Skyy turned to address my sister.
"Ms. Farmer," the twelve-year-old staff member said. "I have a note for you. Good news, I think."
My sister took the white envelope and tore it open. Quickly perusing it, her lips quivered, mouthing each word. At the bottom, her face brightened. "I got it. I got the job. I really got it."
She reached out and plastered a huge sloppy kiss on the closest pair of lips. Skyy's eyes bugged out at first, then smiled. "Thank you, so much," said Daphne.
"No, thank you, Ms. Farmer," said the red-faced girl. "But I was only the messenger."
"When do you start, Mom?" asked Missy after Skyy reluctantly headed for the reservation desk.
After re-reading the letter, Daphne said, "I guess anytime I want to." Her daughter frowned. "Don't worry dear. You'll be going to school here. They have a desk waiting for you."
My four companions squealed like little piglets over the news. As for me, I felt a little forgotten.
"This calls for some champagne," said Marcie. "My room in five minutes." The four females headed for the elevator.
I let them depart without me. This was more of a celebration for them. Instead, I walked over to the desk. Skyy smiled at my approach. "I'd love to help you tonight, but I'm on duty for the next several hours," she said.
I kissed her chastely on the forehead. It wasn't what I wanted to do, but I doubted I would see her again. "Goodbye," I said.
I took a step toward the bar, but did an about face, heading toward the elevator. Pushing the up button, I turned to take one last lustful look at the junior staff member. Dammit.
As I got off the elevator, it took all of my will power not to return to the lobby. My libido ran high, needing to screw something, anything as soon as I could. I figured I could do my fist in the vacated room.
Instead, as I stepped across the threshold, two small hands grabbed mine and whisked me over to the bed. "About time, Uncle Dave."
"We thought you got lost," added Becky.
"Why aren't you celebrating?"
"That's for old people," said Becky. "We're too young for champagne."
"Besides," continued Missy, "We have plans for you."
I smiled. This was going to be better than any fist.
Sitting on the bed, I watched my two newbie strippers engage in their first-ever show. Missy had located some danceable music, while Becky laid out my niece's entire wardrobe from her suitcase. Normally, the shirts and shorts might not have been sexy by themselves, but any clothes coming off a preteen body immediately qualified.
The girls spent as much time touching each other as moving to the music. At first, I had to stifle a laugh, but as it went on, I became aroused. Highly aroused.
With their bodies bare, the girls collapsed on the bed in giggles. Once reclined, their hands and mouths explored their young bodies. I sat back, astounded by the amount of pleasure each gave the other. A light self-rubbing satisfied my nether organ.
They reached their emotional peaks together, embracing as their waves crested, pushing them even higher. I contributed a small stream that landed on their exhausted bodies.
After a few minutes, I extinguished the music. Cuddling would be my choice of activity for the rest of the night.
As the room went dark, I heard Missy. "Not yet, Uncle Dave. Once more, please."
"One more what?" I asked.
"One more fuck," said Becky.
I thought, forget it. I had had more sex than for the last several months. And more enjoyable than the last several years. But my cock agreed with the girls. This day would never be repeatable. Opportunity only knocks once.
"Ok," I said. I reached for the light, but the girls called out "No!"
"We want to surprise you," said Becky.
Squirming around, they took positions by my legs. Fingers undid my shorts and worked them down past my feet. With my cock exposed, two tongues began bathing my member. I felt neglectful, not having anything to do but enjoy their ministrations. If I tried to make contact, I had something slapped, hands, legs, balls. It was the last one that convinced me to quit helping.
Delicate little fingers explored my body, much as they had each other. My body tingled, exciting me further. A wet pussy touched the tip of my erection. Slowly, it descended. I shifted, expecting to finish it off quickly. "Not yet," said a whisper.
The velvet enclosure caressed the shaft, squeezing it as she slid down. As she bottomed out, I felt her shudder. Seconds later, she ascended, exposing me to the air. I expected it was over.
Another pussy took its place, repeating the operation. In fact, six times, the girls switched. On the seventh, I heard a whisper. "Fuck her. Fuck her now. Put a baby in her womb. Make her a mommy."
Those words sent me into a rage. Taking control, I turned us over and drove hard into the girl. Again and again. At first she moaned, but that changed to screams of passion and pleasure. Harder. Deeper. Make her pay. All kinds of thoughts flooded my brain.
I released like a fire hose flooding her belly. Her muscles convulsed, milking my cock. Every drop would be coating her insides.
The girl wrapped her legs around me, attempting to trap me inside forever. I knew the futility, but continued the charade for as long as my arms allowed. As I grew tired, I rolled onto my side trying not to crush her. There we stayed, our mouths still engaged, not convinced it was over.
As sleep overtook me, a thought occurred. My last encounter reminded me of Mr. Hyde. I had turned to the wild side. I had ceded control of myself, letting my lust rule me. And I loved it.
Around midnight, I stumbled into the bathroom. After relieving myself, I glanced at my wrist. The deep burgundy had turned almost black. I grew worried about the effect of a single day at this park.
Before I extinguished the light, I stole a look at my two sleeping beauties cuddled together on the bed. Yesterday, I thought of them as little girls, so wonderful to watch and listen to. The kind I could sneak a touch, but nothing else. Now they appeared as baby ovens, growing the buns I helped create inside.
I relished our last tryst, one final time with the sexy ten-year-old. Yes, I was sure the last fuck was Becky. Yet, it was that union that signaled my transformation into a monster. She'd be safe from me after the morning, never seeing me again. However, Missy would be linked to me, visiting on holidays and such.
The thoughts flooding my brain downplayed all my fears. Something wanted me to continue. After extinguishing the light, I crawled in by them, waiting for the next step in my journey.
I woke again at ten. The girls rose earlier, spending much of the morning in the other's embrace. I might have slept forever had it not been for the two hung-over mothers knocking at the door. They celebrated with their own style of debauchery. Missy and Becky would have great role models for the future.
Quickly, we packed and headed downstairs. We had meant to spend the day in the water, but with Daphne's new position, that would be an everyday occurrence, at least for her and Missy.
Feeling a bit left out, and having time to digest the night's wickedness, I regretted my encounter with Becky. I thought of no way to make it up to her. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she practically glowed.
After checking out, we said farewell to our new friends, hoping to see them soon. Both sported a quirky smile, as though they knew something we didn't. We made the most unusual quintet.
Just before reaching the front door, I heard a voice. "Mr. Farmer. Mr. Farmer."
Looking back, I saw Skyy sprinting toward us, a white paper in her outstretched hand. What now? Had they rescinded the offer?
"Good morning, Skyy," I said.
"I'm so glad I caught you," she said, a bit out of breath. "You need to come with me."
"We were just leaving." I glanced at my sister who waved me away. She might not care about the delay. It did give her more time with Marcie. "All right," I said, leaving my bag with the others.
Following behind the girl dressed in the lime green polo shirt and short plaid skirt, my mind raced. Overwhelmingly, it suggested tearing the clothes off the girl and fucking her royally. I summoned my will power to suppress the idea. Still my cock grew harder with each step.
Inside the elevator, Skyy pulled out a golden key; turning it in the control keyhole allowed the bottom-most button to light up. I was going down with Skyy. That dirty thought grew inside my pounding brain as we descended until he doors slid open.
We emerged into a cavernous room, both in size and origin. Two banks of large screen televisions occupied the former location of stalactites, the stumps still visible in the ceiling. At the focal point of the screen sat a single viewer, watching the images as they changed.
"Please have a seat, Mr. Farmer," said the man, spinning in his wheelchair before approaching me. I fell back into a convenient captain's chair while Skyy knelt by my feet.
"Excuse me for not rising to greet you properly," he said. "I'm sure you can understand. I am Dr. Calamari. No, that was not my given name. No one alive remembers that moniker."
I cocked my head to the side to register my confusion.
"I was the offspring of an unwed mother, left alone when I was only a few days old. She disappeared, never to be found, and never identified a father. No one ever stepped forward to claim me as their flesh and blood. The officials called me Jonah, as though I had been saved from a whale. I decided a name from the sea appropriate since nothing else stuck with me. I was quite lucky in that regard, to name myself."
"Glad…glad to meet you, Doctor," I said extending my hand.
"No need to be nervous," he replied, ignoring my gesture. "Though after your escapades yesterday, you might think you were in trouble. Fear not. I believe in the power of young mothers, even very young teen mothers, having been the product on one myself. Your secret remains safe with me."
I stared at the man, old, gray, fragile, yet aware of all around him. Had he used the video to observe my deeds? "Why did you want to see me?"
"Very direct, Mr. Farmer. I will be also. When I was a teenager, I attended a fair where I met a man. This special man claimed to control other men's thoughts, forcing their deeds. Needless to say, he was a sham like so many others. However, I delved into the subject and happened on some techniques, controversial perhaps but used in certain clandestine studies. I located a fatal flaw and perfected the technique."
The man smiled at me, reeking of superiority, knowing he was my master if he so chose. "I found the adage true that you cannot force a man to do deeds against his nature. However, if you place a man in a strange environment, with sufficient prodding and enough opportunities, he will change that nature."
He sat in his chair, letting me digest his words. In my heart I knew he spoke the truth, just from my actions. But I didn't want to let on, not yet anyhow.
"Why are you telling me this?"
The man gestured to his body. "I haven't much time. If I pass from this life without revealing the secrets learned, my life will have been in vain. That's why I searched for an apprentice, one who will continue with my research."
"What research? How to control minds?"
"Partially. I do have another related hypothesis. Those who give birth early and receive benefits such as education become successful and superior role models for future generations."
"And how do they…"
He waved off my question. "I'll go into more specifics in the future, if you accept my offer. Become my apprentice. Live with us, much like your sister. She'll be a great asset at the clinic. In addition, you will have a position with our school. Much like the schools for unwed mothers of the past, I pride myself in providing education for those in need." The man pointed at Skyy. "We even have a few students who aren't yet pregnant."
I started to rise. The whole concept began becoming looney-toons to me. "I'll have to think about it."
"Your mind has already decided. The color of your wristband betrays your feelings."
"How?"
"Your color went from blue to burgundy, growing darker with each encounter. Burgundy associates with male sexual desire and dominance. The deeper the color, the less likely you will stop until you sate your desire. By now all civility rules have been tossed out. I changed your color by flooding your body with testosterone and upping the situation."
"And the dark green of the girls?"
"As you probably guessed, the counterpart of females, especially when fertile. Your niece and my granddaughter shared that condition."
A light bulb exploded in my head. "Becky is your…" I slowly lowered myself into the chair.
The man nodded. "With your help, she carries my great-grandchild. That would make us in-laws of sorts." He smiled again, this time more paternally. "Other colors mean other things, though the darker the color, the more primal instinct will control the person. To be honest, I have only seen two turn black." He held out his wrist with the matching color of my band.
I pointed at the girl still at my feet. "What about orange like Skyy wears?"
"Subservience. At that hue, she lives to serve her master. Any desires become easily deflected. If I do not suggest anything, the directive to be helpful drives her mind. She has lost her free will. However, if I modify the hormones via the wristband…" He turned a dial on his chair control board.
The girl spun on her knees, facing toward me. Her fingers unzipped my shorts and fished my cock from its resting place. Once exposed, Skyy began to kiss it to life.
"You see, a simple twist of a dial and my young students I like to call my Octopussies come to life."
"What if I push her away?"
He laughed haughtily. "You won't. In your state, sex has become the driving force in your life. I know. For years, I lived the same life."
I looked down at the girl who was swallowing my cock. "You are making the offer hard to turn down."
"After this weekend, you won't. In fact, no male would. You should consider yourself most fortunate."
"And if I reject the offer? Will the police show up to arrest me?"
"Hardly. I'm not that kind of person. I would simply reduce the hormone stream. Without the rush of sex, you will go crazy and end up committed in a psycho hospital. But I'm a reasonable man, not wanting to harm you. To top off the offer, I'll toss in the girl."
I glanced down at my lap. The girl was attempting to deep throat me. I pushed her head back and tipped her chin up. "Skyy, what would you have me do?"
"Stay with us, Master."
Without hesitating, I pulled the twelve-year-old into my lap and kissed her. Deep and loving. Next I lifted the polo shirt over her head and kissed her erect nipples on the lemon-sized tits. Heaven. She tasted of heaven. I rose from the chair and felt under her skirt. No panties, just as I expected. I set her by an empty table and while she held on, I spread her legs and flipped up her skirt.
Dropping my shorts, I pointed my engorged organ at her slit and rammed it into the target. I disregarded her comfort, just caring about my satisfaction. Thirty seconds later, I flooded her body. She had no response, but I didn't care.
Spinning her around to face me, I kissed her. Skyy smiled, saying, "I love you, Master. Use me as you will."
My mind told me the die was cast. Calamari had me in his virtual tentacles.
Six years have passed since that fateful weekend. Needless to say, I accepted the position along with the unusual enticements. I began the apprenticeship with the Doctor, learning all of his secrets. I also became a fixture at the school, though that's a whole different story.
Dr. Calamari lasted long enough to hold his great-grandson Jonah…and his great-granddaughter, Johanna two years later. My impression of his madness softened as I worked with him.
Daphne met the love of her life that weekend. Inseparable, she and Marcie moved to the Left Coast to establish a sister resort. I'll attend the grand opening later this year.
While I sat here writing the history, I've been fiddling with my black bow tie. Looking at my watch I have three more minutes of being a free man. At the stroke of noon, I will save this document and walk into the lobby. There surrounded by my friends and family, I will see my precious Skyy approach wearing only her white veil. A few minutes later, she and I will be wed and she inherits the role of step-mother to my brood of children.
The best part will be that she will never call me Master again. Don't worry, I have plenty of candidates to take her place.
But as for Skyy, she is the best present I ever received. However, our daughters Rainbeaux, Sunshyne, and little baby Aurora are a close second. It'll be hard waiting until I can fertilize them for my grandchildren.
Thank you, Dr. Calamari, for everything. Maybe you were just a little ahead of your time.