Chapter Thirty-One: Summertime
That summer was a very laid back time for me. I was not working or going to school or preparing for anything, so I had time just to kick back and hang with my friends. We went to the standard places; malls, movie theaters and pools. A lot of my friends had pools, and we sort of migrated where we hung out each day, but more and more I was having friends over to my pool. I still had to warn my family, and particularly Girl, before people were coming over, but my mother didn't have any issues with it.
Some days I had over a mixed group of boys and girls, but Maggie asked that on Tuesdays and Fridays it just be the JGs, and me of course. I wasn't sure why, exactly, until the first time we had a JG day, and Maggie and Sandy promptly removed their tops.
"Oh, Jake," Maggie called to me before I realized that she was topless. I turned and saw her breasts in all their glory. "Will you lotion me up so that I don't burn?"
Now of course I would never want to put her in danger, so I forced myself to rub her entire body with sunscreen. When Sandy asked me for the same treatment, I complied, pulling off her bottoms so I could cover her butt well. She didn't complain, and it wasn't long before all the four girls that were there were nude and glistening. I didn't want to follow their example for fear of burning parts of me that I really didn't want to have burned, but with enough cajoling from the girls, they convinced me. It was probably the threat that they would have to put their clothes on if I didn't take mine off that did it. Nevertheless, they apparently did not want my bits and pieces burned either, because they each helped ensure that all my parts were well covered in lotion.
That set a pattern for what I called my JG pool days. Different girls showed up on different days, but they all quickly stripped, and they seemed to need lotioning quite often. I went through a lot of bottles of sunscreen that summer.
The first time that Girl came out to serve us drinks when they were nude it caused a bit of consternation, but her indifference to their state of dress quickly had them relaxed around her. Given the age of the people around the pool, their clothing and the amount of lotion rubbing going on, it was not too surprising that things sometimes went a little farther than sunburn prevention. The first time that I ended up buried in a girl - Sandy of course - everyone watched eagerly. By the end of the summer, everyone was used to it, in fact it was expected.
So as you can imagine, I had a very good summer, though there were some high points
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It was a given that with that much exposure, people would question Girl's status. I explained the name away by saying that when she was born, her mother couldn't think of a name, so the hospital put down Baby Girl as the first name, and it sort of stuck. I lied, of course, but sometimes you lie to protect the ones you love.
Nevertheless, some of the girls were very curious about why she was so deferential to a bunch of teenagers. The day that she was careless and dressed in her more abbreviated costume, sans panties, raised a few eyebrows, but I again explained that since we were all partially or completely undressed, Girl felt it was OK to be that way as well.
Despite my explanations, a few of the girls thought that more was going on. Gemma in particular kept asking me about Girl's background. She tried engaging Girl as well, but she couldn't get any responses out of Girl. Finally I asked why she wanted to know. "I want to understand all about you," she explained. "I think that if I understood your relationship with Girl, I would understand you better."
"She's my maid," I said about our relationship.
"I don't think that's it," Gemma argued. "She tries to hide it, but I've seen the way she sometimes looks at you, and I've caught you looking at her weird sometimes too. Besides, you've never been exactly a nudist, but you weren't uncomfortable for a second with Girl seeing you naked."
I finally caved and said, "There is something there, but it is very complicated. I just ask that you not tell anyone about this, please?"
"I won't tell anyone anything," she protested. "You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. But I want to know about her and you."
"I told you, it's complex, and you really wouldn't be able to understand," I said. She gave me a disbelieving look, like 'do you think I'm dumb'? I explained, "It's not that you can't intellectually grasp the concepts, it's just that if you wouldn't understand why Girl feels the way that she does, and without understanding that, you wouldn't be able to fully comprehend our relationship.
Gemma actually thought about that for a day, but the next time we were alone she said, "Help me understand how Girl feels."
I don't know if she had just worn me down, or it was my inherent perversity, but I said, "Fine, are you sure that's what you want?"
"Yes," she said eagerly.
"For me to do this, you are going to have to do whatever I tell you to, and you can't object to anything that I do to you," I told her. But that didn't scare her off.
"Anything you do to me?" she asked with a leer.
"Fine, come over tomorrow and I'll show you," I instructed.
When she arrived the next day, I told her, "If I tell you this, you have to promise never to tell anyone else. This is very private for both me and Girl."
"I promise," she said eagerly.
We were in my room, but she was still surprised when I said, "Strip!" However, she complied.
"Lie down," I told her, and she did. She started complaining when I began to tie her down. "You wanted to know about us, and this is part of it."
"You like to tie her up?" she asked.
That actually stopped me for a second, and I said, "Well, yes, actually, but that's not what this is about. I just need to make sure that you won't stop in the middle of this."
She allowed me to finish tying her down, then asked, "Now what?" She seemed more nervous than turned on.
I went to the drawer where I kept some toys and I took out some of the things I was going to play with. "What are those?" she asked nervously.
"This is a slapping paddle," I told her. "And this is a flogger. This is a crop. This is a whip." I showed her each item in turn.
"What are you going to do with them?" she asked nervously, pulling at her bonds.
"I'm going to show you what Girl feels," I explained.
"I thought you meant emotionally, not physically!" Gemma complained.
"I do mean emotionally, but you have to see and feel the physical as well. Now I am going to start hitting you lightly with each of these. Each time I do, I want you to say 'harder' or 'softer'. I want you to say harder until it feels uncomfortable. OK?"
She nodded, clearly frightened. I picked up the slapper and began, I think she was expecting far worse, because she flinched in surprise by how light the touch was. I looked at her expectantly and she said, "Harder."
I continued to stroke her, getting progressively harder as she said 'Harder' after each stroke. She let it go longer than I expected before she said 'Softer'. I picked up the flogger and began again. By the time I got to the whip, so didn't let me go too far.
When I was done with all of them, I ran my fingers through her pussy and they came away a little moist. "You are a little excited, but not too much," I observed.
"What did this prove?" she asked.
"Nothing yet, but it gives you a base on which to understand what I am going to show you next." I untied her and she stood up, stretching . When she was done with that, I had her sit on a chair near the bed, and I proceeded to tie her down, arms behind her and her legs tied to the chair legs.
"What is this about," she asked.
"I want to make sure that you don't interfere," I explained. "Plus, it lets me do this!" I dropped between her legs and buried my tongue in her. Despite some initial complaints, quite soon she was much wetter.
I stopped before making her cum, and I went to the door and opened it. Ignoring Gemma's protest, I yelled, "Girl, get in here!"
Girl came scampering in, a quick glance taking in Gemma tied to the chair, "Yes, Sir?" she asked.
"Strip," I commanded. With no hesitation, she did as I asked. "On the bed, spread eagle," I instructed. She complied.
I picked up the slapper and said, "Girl, I am going to start hitting you lightly with each of these. Each time I do, I want you to say 'harder' or 'softer'. I want you to say harder until it feels uncomfortable. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
"I want to make it very clear," I reiterated. "I don't want you to try and take more than you enjoy just to try and please me. What I want is for you to take it only until you start feeling uncomfortable. Are you sure you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
"Fine," I said, and I began.
The first stroke was nearly as hard as the last one that Gemma had allowed. She gasped, but said "Harder!"
I continued through a dozen strokes, until I was nearly hitting as hard as I could, and still all I got was "Harder!" I skipped the flogger and went right to the crop. Gemma had not allowed me too many strokes with that, but once again, all I got was "Harder". Besides the one word, the only other sound from Girl was moaning.
Gemma was looking on in shock, and eventually she said, "Stop, you're hurting her!" I put down the crop and ran my fingers through Girl's pussy. I held my hand up right in front of Gemma, so that she could see the fluids glistening on my finger, and smell the aroma wafting off of them.
"She never said 'Softer'," I said. I picked up the whip and turned back to Girl. I stroked it along her body, concentrating on her thighs and breasts. "Harder! Harder!" Girl moaned, until she tensed and shrieked, clearly cumming intensely. I dropped the whip and Gemma and I both looked at Girl panting on the bed, her body striped with my marks.
I turned to Gemma and said, "That's what Girl likes. That's what you wouldn't be able to understand. If I had kept it up, she would have eventually said 'Softer'. But if I had not given her that instruction, if I had just whipped her, she would have allowed be to continue until she passed out. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said, clearly shaken. "Do your parents know?"
"Yes," I replied.
"She's not a servant, is she? She's a slave," Gemma accused.
"I always knew you were smart," I said with a smile. Then I turned to care for Girl. I laid got a warm washcloth and wiped the sweat off her body, and the small streaks of blood. Then I lay down next to her and held her, whispering in her ear how proud of her I was.
I looked over at Gemma and she was squirming uncomfortably. "Can you untie me?" she asked.
"In a minute," I said. "Girl did an excellent job, and I need to reward her."
"How do you reward her?" Gemma asked.
"By giving her a treat," I told her. I turned to Girl and said, "Do you want a treat?"
"Yes, Sir," she said, brightening up.
"There it is," I told her, pointing to Gemma.
Gemma craned her neck to look behind her to see what I was pointing to. At least until Girl slipped off the bed and got onto her knees between Gemma's legs.
"No! What is she doing?" Gemma asked.
"I would think that's pretty obvious," I responded as Girl started licking Gemma's slit up and down.
"But I don't do this with girls!" she complained.
"You're not doing anything," I told her. "You're just sitting there."
"Stop her!" she cried, excitement beginning to show on her body.
"You are the one that caused Girl to be whipped. You're the one who asked, who wanted to understand. Don't you think that it's fair that you provide the reward?"
"Nooo," she moaned.
"Well, you promised to do whatever it took. You got what you wanted, now you have to pay for it," I said.
Gemma didn't respond, which didn't surprise me; I'd seen Girl work on other women before, and they usually couldn't talk at this point either. When Girl was done with her treat, she helped me untie Gemma and lie her on the bed, then got in next to her. I got in on Gemma's other side, and soon we were sandwiching her, stroking her body comfortingly.
"You're a rotten fink," Gemma said with no heat in her voice.
"It should teach you not to promise things when you don't know what you'll be paying," I told her.
"Hurumph!" was her reply, and she turned away from me to face Girl. "Thank you very much for that, Girl. For putting up with the whipping for me, and for what you did after," then she kissed Girl on the cheek.
"You're quite welcome, Miss, but I didn't take the whipping for you. I took it because Jake told me to. I should thank you, because it's been a long time since he whipped me so well."
"You really enjoyed that?" Gemma asked in surprise.
"That was the strongest orgasm that I've had in a month," Girl informed her.
Gemma looked over her shoulder and said, "You're right Jake, I don't think I'll ever really understand."
Nevertheless, over the course of the summer Gemma tried to understand Girl; she had frequent conversations, but at the end of the summer, while she accepted what Girl was and that this was what she wanted, she still didn't understand why.
The third interesting event happened around the pool as well. As I mentioned, the JGs had reserved some days at the pool for their exclusive use. However, one JG day Kari showed up, and Helen was tagging along. She gave me a challenging look, as if to say, 'Try and kick me out'. But the JG only rule was for them, not me, and if they were OK with Helen, so was I.
She had clearly been warned about the lack of swimsuits, because she was not surprised when some of the girls doffed their's, but she elected not to join in. She jumped in the pool, and after a couple of laps she got out and came to sit next to me.
"You don't mind that I'm here?" she asked.
While our relationship had started on a somewhat antagonistic note, it had improved significantly, so I had no objections to her personally, so I said, "No, why would I?"
"I thought it was only for Jake's Girls," she replied.
"If they're OK with you being here - and I don't hear any complaints right now - then I have no problem either. As long as you don't complain about what goes on, you're welcome," I told her.
"What goes on?" she asked after a moment, clearly curious.
"Do you want me to show you?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows.
"No, you pig!" she laughed. "I get enough of that at home!" Then she blushed and looked around to see if anyone had heard after she realized that she was in mixed company.
"Well, the offer's on the table," I told her, lying down to get some more sun.
A little while later, as usual, I felt a hand go into my shorts and tickle my cock. I felt another pair of hands join and pull my shorts off, followed fairly quickly by the most lovely feel of a warm mouth descending over my cock. I looked down and saw a bush of red hair over my pubic region, although the blow job alone was almost enough to identify Sarah.
I turned my head a little bit and looked over at Helen, but she was staring at what Sarah was doing to me. She was watching even more intently as Sandy wrapped her hand in Sarah's hair and pulled her mouth off of my cock before straddling my hips, sinking her steamy pussy over my pre-moistened cock. Sandy leaned forward and pulled my mouth to her breast, though Helen looked up while she was doing that and realized that I had been watching her. She blushed and turned away, and that was the last chance that I had to pay any attention to her as Sandy required all my concentration.
Sandy started slowly, slipping up and down my pole, doing a little grind with her hips after the downstroke, pushing her clit against my pubic bone. I pinched the nipple that was not in my mouth, which caused her to speed up a little. I pulled her nipple out of my mouth and gave Kari a meaningful glance, then pulled Sandy down for a kiss.
I put my mouth next to Sandy's ear and whispered, "You know that Helen's here, and yet you still decided to ride me. You are such a naughty girl."
Her breath quickened, then she gasped as Kari slapped her ass on the downstroke. "Yes!" she cried, as Kari began swatting her on every downstroke. Sandy picked up speed, posting on me faster and faster, until Kari couldn't keep up, though by that point it didn't matter, because Sandy was cumming hard. When she was done, she collapsed onto me, unmoving, but not for long.
Sandy pulled herself off of me, despite the fact that I hadn't cum. I didn't mind, because Kari leaned over and sucked all of Sandy's juices off of my cock before grabbing it in her fist and asking, "Who's next?" I noticed that she was looking right at Helen when she asked.
I don't know what Helen was thinking, but Sarah immediately cried, "Me! Me!" She flopped back onto a thick rubber mat that we had by the pool and spread her legs. I knew she didn't need any warm-up, and frankly, I was significantly warmed up already. I quickly fell between her legs and plunged in. "Oh, yes!" Sarah hissed.
Between the blowjob from Sarah, the fucking from Sandy, the cleanup from Kari plus knowing that Helen was watching me screw her peers, duration was not going to be a key factor. I concentrated on speed, pumping Sarah hard and fast, and while I came before Sarah did, I was able to stay hard enough to get her off as I ground my pubic bone into her clit.
When I rolled off, Kari cleaned me off again, and then let my shriveled cock out of her mouth with a pop. I struggled to move over to my seat, where I collapsed. I looked over at Helen and raised my eyebrow.
"What?" she asked. "It's not like this is the first time that I've seen you fuck."
"I guess that's true," I said, though we both knew that it was not the same thing.
After that event, Helen came over frequently, and she either ignored or watched me when I was having fun, but she never stared. In addition, when I was not otherwise occupied, we would talk a lot, either with each other or as part of the larger group, and I became closer to her than I had been before. I realized that despite the fact that we had been with each other a lot, at those times it was always about the rest of her family.
As I talked to her, I got to know a lot more about her, and as it turned out, she was someone I really liked. The fact that we both had fairly dominant personalities was what caused most of our clashes; neither of us liked giving in to the other.
Towards the end of the summer, Helen came over with Kari, waited until she knew she had my attention, then slowly peeled down her top. She smirked at me as she lied down on the chair. I had Kari's body to compare Helen to, and they both had fabulous bodies, but even at that young age, Kari's breast were starting to droop slightly; it will happen on anyone with large breasts. Helen's however, despite their size, stood firm and proud. Helen smirked again when she saw that parts of me also began to stand firm and proud.
"It's OK, because I get the benefits," Kari told Helen, taking me in her mouth and sucking until I came.
For the rest of the summer, Helen continued to come over, sometimes topless, sometimes not, but while she witnessed a lot, nothing ever happened between the two of us.