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Chapter 2

Mike Kelly paced his office. He was trying to dictate a letter and kept thinking of everything but the letter. Mostly, he was thinking about Micaela: her graceful legs and lush, maturing body. The way she had come jiggling down the stairs that morning made it impossible to think of anything else, even though he had knocked off a piece with Joan not more than an hour ago.

Joan wasn't helping any, either, dammit. Her skirt was halfway up her thighs. She had her legs crossed so that one knee was aimed right at him every time he walked past. He tried changing the direction of his pacing, but that made it even worse, since it gave him a glimpse down her blouse. What he really needed was a bigger office or a homelier secretary.

"Where was I?" he asked for the fifth time.

Joan read back the preceding sentence.

"Oh, yeah," he muttered, trying to concentrate.

He thought of the shape of ‘Caela's breasts, the way the sun had streamed through her thin pajamas. He thought of quiet, studious Gabby's graceful way of moving, her slim, lithe dancer's body. He thought of sassy Patty and the way he'd had to order her back up to put a bra on over her budding tits. He had been able to see her nipples right through her T-shirt. Damn, now he was getting a hard-on again. He hoped Joan wouldn't notice it, and, in an attempt to conceal it, changed the angle of his pacing again.

He wound up in the corner of the office, with nothing to do but walk directly toward Joan. He threw his head back as if searching the ceiling for inspiration. Finally he had to turn when Joan protested that she couldn't hear him.

His cock was like an aching, swollen arm in his pants, thrust impatiently out against his underpants and trousers. The image of ‘Caela silhouetted against the window flashed through his mind again.

"Hot in here today,” Joan commented during a pause. He glanced over, and flinched. She had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, and was fanning herself with the loose collar, showing the slopes of her generous breasts almost to the edge of the nipples.

"Yeah,” he grunted. "Where was I?”

"You had a hard-on, and were trying to hide it in the corner,” Joan noted, not cracking a smile.

"Cut it out, we've got work to do,” he growled.

"Yes, sir," Joan agreed placidly, and proceeded to read back the last sentence he had dictated.

"Thank you. The results of the recent erection are certain to result in heightened interest by… what the devil are you laughing at?”

Joan tried to stifle her snickers. "Did you hear what you just said?”

"No. What the hell did I say?”

She read it back to him, emphasizing the word "erection.”

"Dammit to hell," he bellowed. "You knew I meant 'election.'“

"But the way you said it is true, too," she answered in a sultry tone. "My interest is definitely heightened by your recent erection.”

"Dammit, we've got work to do," he complained as she set her steno pad aside and advanced on him.

"I don't know what's gotten into you today, but I'm all in favor of it," she said, coiling her arms around his neck and grinding her crotch against his jutting hard-on.

"Dammit," he complained, looking down her neckline. She gazed up at him. His hands flapped around, and then settled on her firm ass like homing pigeons.

His mouth met hers in a sucking kiss as he dragged her hard against his jutting cock. She pasted the full length of her sensuous body against his. Her breasts squashed against his chest like twin pillows. His groin was aching with hunger.

She released his neck, and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Naked this time,” she said throatily.

"No," he protested feebly.

"You don't have any appointments, and the phone is on automatic answer," she said, stripping his shirt off him.

She tugged her own blouse off, baring her powerful boobs. She had a small, slender frame that made her C-cup tits all the more impressive. Her fingers went to the waist of her skirt, and it tumbled down around her ankles. She was nude except for her necklace.

"God!" he grunted.

"Mmmm, yum," she purred as she knelt in front of him and liberated his erect phallus. Her fingers fluttered over its aroused length, tickling and touching, bringing every nerve ending to life. He felt her hot breath on its head as another vision of his three daughters paraded past his eyes. All three of them seemed to be watching his incredible wantonness. Instead of turning him off, it made his lust roar higher, made the ravenous knot of flame in his groin grow bigger, made his swollen cock throb.

Joan's lips engulfed his pecker, and he felt her tongue stroke his aroused meat. A hot trickle of goo seeped into her mouth. She drew more from him with a slow sucking stroking. Looking down, he saw that she had half his cock in her mouth. Her fingers touched his balls, rolled them gently. Then one long fingernail gently scratched the foundation of his dong. His innards coiled up like a rope of fire.

Releasing his cock, Joan helped him out of his loafers, trousers, and underpants. He stood there stark-naked in the late afternoon sunlight. "Like Adam and Eve," she whispered, coiling herself against him. She made his cock slide up her sleek flank until it lay between them like a rolling pin.

"Sit on the end of your desk," she said softly.

"Someone might see," he said, nodding toward the open window.

"I know. Isn't it wonderful?" She guided him over, made him sit with his ass just barely on the edge and his feet sticking out in front of him. She straddled his legs and moved forward until her cunt rubbed his cock. With her hands linked behind his neck, she rubbed the towering length of his phallus up and down her sopping gash. The bulbous head vanished in her thicket, then emerged again. Her wiry curls were scraping his nerves raw.

His hands came up and lifted the lush masses of her breasts. They were so heavy, so firm, so warm. He never ceased to be amazed at the lack of sag. His thumbs settled on her nipples, pushed them in, then released them, letting them spring back.

And still she was swinging her hips so his cock plowed her furrow without penetrating her cunt. He was sure, though he couldn't actually feel it with his pecker, that his phallus had to be rubbing right over her clit. The stroking was making his cock burn red-hot. He weighed her breasts and watched her lust grow and grow.

Suddenly she slid farther forward than she had been, and for a second he thought she had made a mistake. Then she slid back. He felt the head of his cock catch in her tunnel, and realized that she hadn't. She knew exactly what she was doing. As she swung her hips away from him, his cock levered up into her cunt, drilling deep into her steaming depths.

"God, you are so big!" she groaned.

Mike was speechless. The abruptness with which she took his cock wrenched the air from him. It felt like his prick had been suddenly wrapped in a hot glove of live meat. Releasing her tits, he leaned back on his hands. He shoved a paperweight off the desk without even noticing it. A drift of papers spiraled to the floor.

Joan began fucking herself on him. As she rose and fell, he felt every ripple of her vagina. His cock slithered in and out of her tunnel. Looking down, he watched as his prick, shining wet, appeared and disappeared in her brown snatch.

She eased down on him a little, and levered his cock around until it was drilling into her at a weird angle. It was rubbing her clit and had to bend sharply. It dug against the rear wall of her cunt each time she came down. The stimulation to his glans was excruciating, stronger than he had ever experienced. His cock whipped free of her with a sucking sound, and she wailed with misery. A few frantic seconds, and she had him back and her hips were swinging again.

He was going to cum. The ache was beyond belief. His whole insides were on fire.

"Cum with me," Joan pleaded.

"Yeah," he groaned. "Right now!”

"Ohh, yesss," Joan whispered, and lay forward on top of him as he spurted into her hot depths. She writhed on top of him, crushing and scraping her breasts against his big, hairy chest. Her legs trailed along beside his strong thighs as she squirmed down hard on his spouting shaft. He braced himself as her legs hooked around his, locking them together. His cock socketed in her clutching, blazing-hot hole; he felt every muscle in her body go rigid as his semen tanks wrung themselves dry and flooded her cave.

She clung to him until the last steaming drizzles of jizm had left his shriveled dick. When she climbed off, his pecker flopped limply out of her slit, spattering his thigh with mingled cum.

"Poor baby," Joan purred, bending over and taking his sloppy penis into her mouth. Then, strolling across the office, she sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs. She eyed him quizzically and arched one eyebrow. "Now, to what do I owe this largesse?" she asked.

"What makes you think you owe it to anything?" he answered, heading for his clothes.

"Don't get dressed. It's too warm. Although we have been enjoying each other carnally for some time now, this is the first double-header we have played. You seem to have a perpetual hard-on today.”

"Maybe it's you," he said uncomfortably, loading his pipe. He felt a little ludicrous sitting there behind his desk, stark-naked. Then he looked over at his naked secretary, and it didn't seem so ludicrous.

"Thank you. But we both know that isn't it," Joan retorted. She plucked absently at a loose thread in the upholstery of the couch, "Oh, I can turn you on, when you're horny enough. And, even when you aren't, if I really put my mind to it”

Mike didn't even grunt. Instead, he threw up a smoke-screen with his pipe.

"Today I didn't do a thing but respond to the blatant signals you were putting out," Joan went on. "Something had you turned-on before I even got here this morning.”

"I've got a problem," Mike blurted out awkwardly.

"If this is a problem, I'd like to see more of it," Joan retorted.

"How come you're always so horny if you've got such a happy marriage?" Mike asked, irritated by her casual attitude toward the whole thing.

"I'm over sexed. I have an open marriage and a very understanding husband," Joan said easily. "Now, what's your problem?”

"You know my daughters?" he asked nervously.

"I know of them," Joan answered. "I've only met the oldest one-what's her name? Something unusual.”

"Micaela," Mike answered. "After me. She's seventeen. We always call her ‘Caela.”

"Uh-huh.”

"Then there's Gabby. She's sixteen. And Patty's fifteen.”

"Gabby and Patty?" Joan asked.

"Gabrielle and Patricia, actually.”

"You wanted sons?”

"Yes. But I love my daughters.”

"I didn't say you didn't," Joan said quickly. "I think I'm beginning to understand!”

"What?”

"What had you so hot to trot this morning," Joan answered. "Now, Micaela is seventeen, and Gabby is sixteen, and Patty is fifteen. Very, very nubile, desirable ages.”

"Now wait just a second," Mike protested, his pipe spouting sparks. "They're my daughters!”

"As I recall, Micaela is built in such a way that even a saint would get a hard-on," Joan countered crudely.

"But… " Mike sputtered.

"What are the other two like?”

"Gabby is slender and graceful. She's a dancer. She has long golden blonde hair. She wears it in a ponytail.”

"And Patty?”

"Blonde, too. She's just starting to mature.”

"She's a bit late," Joan commented.

"She's slender now, but I think she's going to be built like ‘Caela," Mike went on thoughtfully. "She's the sassiest one. Micaela sort of took over as Mother after my wife died. Gabby's quiet and studious, really pretty shy.”

"Virgins?" Joan asked.

"Of course they are!”

"No need to bite my head off," Joan said calmly. "Are you sure?”

"What do you mean, am I sure? Of course I'm sure," he snapped angrily. "That's my problem.”

"That they're virgins?”

"No, dammit. And don't get me all twisted up. Who's the boss in this office, anyway?”

"We could debate it, but we won't," Joan teased. "Okay, what's your problem? I'll be serious.”

"Well, it's time I was teaching the girls something about-uh-the facts of life," Mike stammered.

"I love it when you go all pink about sex," Joan teased.

"Goddammit!”

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Joan soothed. "What you're trying to say is that they need some sex education.”

"Yeah," Mike grumbled.

"So, give them some.”

“But I'm a man!"

“So I've noticed," she said dryly.

"And I'm their father!"

“Who better for them to learn from?"

“A woman," he said quickly.

“Oh no, not me," Joan countered quickly.

“Why not? You're a woman. And you're not afraid to talk about sex.”

Joan got up and began dressing casually. She stepped into her skirt and pulled it up over her naked hips. "In the first place, I don't even know them. I only met Micaela that one time, remember.”

Mike couldn't help watching how her breasts shifted with her every move.

"In the second place, that implies a pretty heavy intimacy between you and me, your asking me to do something like that. I don't imagine they're quite ready to accept the kind of relationship you and I have.”

"They'd never guess," he grumbled.

"They're not fools! And, thirdly, if you want my honest opinion, it is already too late," Joan continued, buttoning her blouse.

"NO," he said determinedly. He had his doubts about ‘Caela. But Gabby was only sixteen, and Patty was fifteen. He was positive about them, positive.

At that moment, Gabby was following Kerry Ryan into his house. Her ponytail was stringy with sweat, and the armpits of her leotard were darkly stained. "How about a shower?" she asked.

"Together?" Kerry asked, brushing a lock of his blond hair off his forehead.

"How else?" Gabby answered with a slow smile. "No one's here but us, right?”

"Jawohl.”

As she led the way, Gabby unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans. Once in the bathroom, she skinned them down and off. While Kerry adjusted the shower, she shed her leotard. She felt his eyes on her naked body as she used the toilet.

"Like to see you take a pee with that," she teased, indicating his mammoth erection.

"Bitch!" he growled in mock anger.

Kerry was slender and wiry. He was one of the few boys in her modern dance class. Belying the effeminate reputation of male dancers, he had an incredible cock. Gabby curled her fingers around his tower, measuring its weight and size. Tenderly, she fingered the tip, getting her hand all slick with juices.

"Don't spoil it for later," he warned.

"Wouldn't dream of it," she assured him, stepping into the shower.

"Wash me?" he asked, handing her the soap.

"If you do me while I do you," she answered, lathering her hands. She handed the bar back to him. Her soapy hands skated over his smooth chest, smearing it with suds. Then his hands touched her tight, firm tits. He squeezed, and her flesh squirmed in his grasp.

Gritting her teeth against the waves of excitement his touch triggered, Gabby concentrated on running her hands over his torso. She carefully avoided the jutting prod that interested her the most. Strangely, she found herself wondering about her father's cock. It was hard to realize that she had sprung from that shaft of his. She hadn't even seen him naked. She wondered if he was as big as Kerry.

Kerry's soapy hands probed into her armpits, rubbing the fine stubble there, then swept down her slender rib cage to her trim hips. Pulling away, Gabby knelt. She took the soap and lathered first one of his strong, graceful legs and then the other. His pecker swayed heavily right in front of her face.

Gabby wondered about what ‘Caela had said that morning. Was Daddy getting horny? Gabby was pretty sure he was doing something with his secretary, but she didn't have any proof. He'd certainly had a hard-on this morning. Of course, ‘Caela in her pajamas could give a statue a hard-on.

"You taking up residence down there?" Kerry asked, breaking into her reverie.

"Sorry," she apologized, getting to her feet.

"Just that I couldn't reach the interesting part," Kerry noted, his slithery fingers sliding into the fine, pale red curls of her pussy. They were so thin and sparse they barely misted her slit.

Gabby let her thighs spread, and purred as his finger invaded her cunt. Hoping his finger would find her hole and slide into her, she rocked her hips forward. She wrapped her soapy hand around his heavy shaft. It was bigger than Daddy's. No doubt about it. She slid her hand over it, felt the contours, the soft rubberiness of the head, the groove right behind it. And the great huge shaft, hard as stone, inside the tender skin.

Kerry's finger slid into her cunt, parting the rippled folds. She sighed and leaned back against the chilly tile wall. She thought of getting the tower in her hand into the hole being invaded by his finger, and felt hot excitement seeping from her cunt.

Then she thought of getting her father's cock up her tight tunnel, and the seeping became a flood. God, if Daddy was really horny, what better way for him to get his rocks off? Obviously, sweet, sturdy, virginal Micaela wouldn't do it. And Patty was too young to know what sex was all about. That left her, Gabby, to solve the problem. The thought made her guts boil with horniness.

"Let's get out of here," Kerry suggested, as if reading her mind.

Quickly, they rinsed off the soap, then toweled each other dry. Kerry led the way. The tight cheeks of his muscular ass flexed smoothly with each step. Once in his room, he switched on the record player. Gabby lay down on his bed and slid over to make room for him.

For a long time, he just stood over her, his eyes sweeping up and down her slender body. His eyes touched her gentle, firm breasts, her trim belly, the delicate strawberry of her muff and the lithe length of her legs. Gabby loved his admiration, and feasted her eyes on his jutting phallus. Reaching out, she delicately brushed it with her fingertips. It bobbed heavily as she stroked its underside.

The bed sagged as he eased down onto it. He had his head toward her crotch. She clutched at the handle of his pecker, and guided it toward her mouth.

For a long time, they barely moved. She toyed delicately with the rubbery head of his phallus. She parted the smirking slit, made it gape like a little fish mouth. It was all shining and wet inside. She felt him parting her cunt lips, felt cool air drying her overheated juices.

"Beautiful," he sighed. His breath was warm on her twat.

"Yummy," Gabby murmured. Her tongue flicked out, tasted his salty seepings. Her guts were being wracked by a series of shudders. It felt like all the muscles in her groin were being wound tighter and tighter. Her chest was tense, which made it hard to breathe.

Leaning forward, she gently mouthed Kerry's phallus. Her own thighs were spread wide, and Kerry had pillowed his head on the inside of one. The tip of his tongue touched the entrance to her vagina. She felt him go deeper into her hole, spreading her folds. His face nuzzled into her pussy.

The invasion and the pressure made her pussy weep with excitement. It felt like the walls of her cunt were breaking down, letting all her body fluids loose. She felt his mouth working against hex pulpy folds as he sucked down her flood.

Dragging on one of his legs, Gabby pushed his thigh under her ear. She was extremely conscious of the living heat and satin softness of his flesh against her cheek. She licked down his phallus toward his balls. Gently, she mouthed the heavy eggs. She ignored the few fine hairs that tickled her tongue.

Kerry was sweeping his tongue the length of her gash in long strokes. First he'd strike her clit, sending a high voltage jolt through her. Then he'd rasp past her pee hole and drive into her vagina for just a moment. He'd finish by sweeping the little ridge between pussy and asshole. Gabby felt like her guts were turning into one monster sex cramp from the endless stimulation. Her tits were so distended and hard, they felt like they were going to burst. Her thighs opened and closed on Kerry's head as he lapped at her gashing slit.

The slithery wet stroking of his tongue near her asshole gave her an idea. Leaving his balls to sag sideways against his thigh, she pushed her head farther back between his legs. She smelled sweat, and something else which she refused to put a name to.

For a moment she studied it. It was a crater, a puckered crater. It looked like a flower waiting to open. It was a dusky rose shade, and contrasted with the pale flesh around it. It nestled defensively in the deep crevice between his firm ass cheeks.

His tongue stroked her bung, and her innards folded up, drawing her into a tight curve. She pushed her head farther back between his slim legs. She shoved her crotch at his face as her belly wrinkled. Her stomach had a tight, sour feel to it. Kerry's tongue touched her asshole like a burning worm. It squirmed and probed and wriggled and dug. For a moment, she thought of how an earthworm burrows back into safety with a determined driving motion.

She dug her own tongue at Kerry's bung and felt her own tail hole slowly wedge open and let his burning probe slither in. Her stomach heaved convulsively, then was knotted into motionlessness by her incredible excitement. It was like everything inside her skin was filled with crawling fire.

She made her tongue as pointy as possible, and pushed, driving it into the puckery opening of his shitter. The rubbery ring yielded reluctantly, pinching the wriggly invader. Her face slick with sweat, her crotch dripping with cum and spit and sweat, she drilled her tongue into Kerry's dirt road.

There on the bed, sun drenching their slender, smooth, graceful bodies, the two teenagers violated each other's assholes with their tongues. Lying head to crotch, legs spasming against ears as their horniness grew and grew, they dug deep into each other's anuses. The music from the record player, a lilting excerpt from Tchaikovsky, was syncopated by the sucking, slurping sounds of the tail-eating.

Gabby was getting close to cumming and didn't want it this way. She wanted that monster phallus stretching her twat. With a groan of reluctance, she extracted her tongue from its greasy socket. Kerry's tongue stroked her ass, leaving a chill stripe of drying spit. She hauled herself away from him. She pushed him, rolled him onto his back.

Quivering, shuddering, her muscles on the verge of not obeying her, she struggled to straddle him so her back was toward him. Reaching down between her thighs, below her dripping twat, she found his mammoth dork and raised its head. Peering down, she saw the knob nuzzle into her curls, felt it touch her steaming slit. A delicate wiggle of the shaft, and the tip burrowed into her hole.

As Kerry curled his strong, slender fingers around her trim waist, Gabby eased down on his cock. The tip pried her open, bit by bit, until she felt the gate to her vagina stretching thinner and thinner from the enormous bulk. She was making little choking noises deep in her throat as the stinging, stretching feeling grew.

She felt his dick going deeper. She was getting it! She had taken the part with the largest diameter, and now she was getting the length. It augured slowly up into her clutching tunnel, stretching the folds and creases out until every square millimeter of her vaginal walls was hugging his dong. Her guts were hot and soft now. They had been waiting for this final, ultimate experience.

Reaching down, she fondled his heavy testicles and eased farther and farther onto his pecker. Kerry spread his thighs so she could tickle the foundations of his phallus. His hands toyed with her ass cheeks as she forced his prick deeper and deeper.

She felt the head of his cock touch bottom in her. It was like it had pressed up on her diaphragm. The air gusted from her lungs in a hot whoosh. Every muscle in her gut coiled tight as her innards were compressed by his towering piston. She felt as if she was being split right up the middle by the huge tower in her cunt.

"Awww, fuck me," Kerry groaned from behind her.

Gabby giggled. She was on the verge of hysterics. She tilted back, and back, and back, until she was lying on his chest. His distended penis in her groin was like a monster lever trying to tilt her back upright. Turning her head, she found his mouth, and they kissed, tasted each other's crotch seepings as their tongues tangled and dueled.

Kerry clutched her trim, flat breasts. He scrubbed them, mashed them against her ribs, made her erect titties bum hot.

She was drawn as tight as a bow. She was arched backwards with her legs folded under her. She had a vision of a cowboy astride a bucking horse, clinging to it as the horse put its head down and threw its rump high, trying to throw him off. Kerry's hands left her breasts, and stroked down over her taut tummy. He found her twat, and the gargantuan invader, and tugged on her already stretched labia. He fingered her searing clit, wrenching a gut-knotting moan from her.

With a heave of her dance-trained gut muscles, she sat up. She felt like her cunt was trying to turn inside-out from the friction. She slowly began fucking herself up and down on his huge cock. Every stroke pumped the flames in her crotch higher, making her carnal itch more intense. It was a crazy feeling: like her crotch had to sneeze. Every stroke made the need to sneeze all the greater.

Kerry was grunting. She fondled his balls and poked at his asshole, scratched his dimpled bung with her fingernail. His ass cheeks were knotting and his hips thrust up as she screwed herself down on him. The impacts were jarring straight up through her slender body, making her tits jerk, her jaw clench, and her eyes blur.

She was almost there! She could feel it growing inside her like a slow-motion fireball from an A-bomb. Like a blazing-hot balloon, it grew and grew. The searing walls stretched thinner and thinner. When the walls burst, she would be inundated with flames.

It was Kerry who put the pin to that over-stretched fire-bubble. His cock spasmed in her already overloaded crotch. A searing spurt of semen spattered the end of her vagina. Her flame-bubble burst, a white-hot ball of pleasure soared up through her like an exploding star. Every copious blast of sperm from Kerry's cock was gasoline on the bonfire of her cumming. Gabby felt her consciousness crisp into delirium. Her twat tried to spasm around the mammoth bulk glutting it, but it was too engorged to do anything but twitch faintly.

All the strength melted out of her body, she slumped forward and braced her hands on Kerry's knees. She saw cum creeping over the dusky balls that had produced it. In her gut, Kerry's cock gave a final exhausted twitch and began to shrink. Her abused vaginal walls contracted hard, trying to drive the invader out With a soft groan, she doubled over. Her breasts squashed against his thighs as she hugged his strong legs.

"Oh, Baby!" Kerry sighed, and rested his hands on her tight buttocks.

"Don't call me Baby," she protested wearily. "Patty's the baby, not me.”

Patty's a sexy little cock-tease," Kerry argued. Her? Sexy?”

"You ought to see her around the pool," Kerry answered.

Aloyisius Joseph O'Brian, called A. J. by some, Al by others, watched Patty traipse around the pool. She had her chest stuck out. Her little tits pushed against her clinging T-shirt.

"Going swimming, Al?" she asked, trying to sound sexy.

"Uh, I dunno," he stammered, unable to take his eyes off her boobs.

"I am.”

"That's nice.”

"Why don'cha come with me while I change?" she suggested, waving her suit casually.

"What?!" he asked, his voice cracking. He repeated the question with even less success.

"If you'll let me watch you change, I'll let you watch me change," Patty explained. She had a hot, wormy feeling in her tummy. She loved the feeling and got it whenever she did something like this with a boy. Something about the glow in their eyes, the flush on their cheeks, and the great lump that grew in their pants caused it.

"But-you mean-uh," he stuttered.

"Come on" she said. "I got a key to the pump room. No one'll know we're there.”

“But-but.”

"Come on," she repeated, starting off. Her guts tightened at the thought of being naked in front of him and getting a look at what was in his trousers. She was relieved when he ran and caught up with her.

The pump room reeked of chlorine. She closed the heavy steel door. A single naked bulb in a wire cage glared down at them from the ceiling. The pumps whined noisily. In one corner green gas bubbled up through a glass tank filled with swirling water.

"See, no one here," she said cheerily, glad Al couldn't see her shivering insides. "And no one comes here unless something breaks. And that never happens.”

“Oh.”

With a casualness she didn't feel, Patty set her bathing suit and towel on top of a gleaming gray pump. She felt all hot and tight inside-like burning worms or something. She thought of how many times she had teased boys with glimpses of her tits, or her T-shirt with no bra, on her skimpy tank suit. She was trying something else this time. She had deliberately chosen Al because she was sure she could control him.

"You first," she ordered.

"You promise to-get naked, too?”

“Promise. Cross my heart," she added, deliberately drawing his attention to her tits by crossing her finger on one.

Al was sweating so hard his glasses had fogged up. He began shaking as he yanked his shirt off over his head. His chest was thin and bony. His hands fumbled at his belt, then tore his pants down. He nearly tripped as he kicked out of them.

His cock jutted out, tenting his jockey shorts with its towering length. It wasn't as big as the hard-on her father had had, but then, Patty reflected, Al was a lot younger than Daddy.

Chewing on his lower lip, Al hooked his thumbs into the elastic of his underpants, heaved them out over his dong, and shoved them down. His pecker surged free and swayed and bobbed. Patty licked her lips and swallowed hard. She hadn't realized it would be so pretty, and exciting, and scary, all at the same time.

Al shoved his underpants down and kicked them away. "Th-there y-you- are," he stuttered, shuffling nervously. His dick swung and jiggled each time he moved. "Y-your turn. You promised.”

"Yeah!" Patty was barely able to whisper because of the ache in her guts. Her muscles were all tight and shaky. She tugged at her T-shirt, dragged it up, showed more and more of her tummy, then the lower curve of her breasts. Carefully, she gathered the shirt under her armpits. She saw the sweat break out on Al’s forehead. With a quick twist, she yanked the shirt off. She dropped it fast, and went to work on her shorts before she could get too scared. Frantically, she shoved them down, baring her nearly hairless pussy. She kicked them off, and then was intensely aware of the caress of cool air all over her naked body.

"There," she choked, putting her hands on her hips.

"See?”

"Uh-yeah! Gosh!" Al tittered nervously.

Feeling bolder, and sexier now that she was naked, Patty moved closer to Al. Reaching out, she touched his pecker. Something clear and sticky and wet coated her fingers. Instinctively, she put them to her mouth and sucked it off. It had an interesting, salty, clinging flavor that made her mouth water.

"You could, uh, lick it off," Al suggested.

"You trying to get me to suck your cock?" Patty asked suspiciously. Her insides flared hot at the idea.

"No! 'Course not!”

"I will, if you'll eat me," she said, and giggled.

"I don't know," Al stammered. "I've-never done that.”

"Well, I've never sucked cock before.”

"You-you want to?”

"Yeah," she whispered, her guts churning.

"I better sit down," Al croaked, stumbling back and sitting on one of the whining pump motors.

Patty knelt in front of him. The cement floor was cold and hard under her knees. She felt her own seepings drying as air touched her naked pussy. As she leaned forward, Al gently touched her bare breasts, fingering their warm softness, making the nipples ache and burn. Her mouth watering in anticipation, she took hold of his hot cock. Leaning forward, she let her tongue touch his dick. Her mouth was instantly filled with the taste of his juices. She slid her mouth over the velvety, rubbery, warm head. She used her tongue to press the foreskin back. Her guts were in a turmoil of excitement and fear as she swallowed his hot leakings. She knew he was slouched back, watching avidly as she sucked his prick.

She pushed her head down, slid his cock toward the back of her mouth, along the length of her tongue. Reaching between her thighs, she fingered the hot softness of her pussy. As she sucked his dork, she wondered what sweet, pure Micaela, or teacher's pet Gabby, would say if they knew what she was doing. Too bad for them. They didn't know what they were missing.

It really was great having hot meat in her mouth! She was a bit surprised at how neat it was. It was like, sort of, a great, hard hot dog. She could feel the hard center, and the soft skin. And it kept leaking that great tasting stuff. By moving her head back and forth, sliding the big shaft in and out of her mouth, she got more of it. Al was panting and whimpering sort of funny. She saw his stomach muscles jerking and squirming.

"Oh gosh," Al moaned. "Ah. It's happening. It's happening. It's happening!”

It sure was. Patty felt the lean meat in her mouth swell and pulse. There was a funny, squirmy feeling along the bottom of it, and suddenly her mouth was flooded with hot, sticky, creamy goo. It was sort of salty, and made the back of her tongue sting. It filled her nose with a funny musky scent. She swallowed as the dick in her mouth kept jumping and pumping, squirting hot jizm down her throat. He was cumming in her mouth! And she was swallowing it! She was really, truly a real cock-sucker! The knowledge made her drill her thumb into her own steaming, slick hole.

She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, until his pecker was just barely wiggling and oozing little bits of stuff. Carefully, she sucked the last of it out of his shrinking dick, then let it go. She saw it flop limply over his balls as she sat back and wiped the spit and jizm off her chin.

Al was panting, his thin chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. "Goolllleeee," he wheezed at last, lifting his head and looking down at her.

"Your turn now," Patty ordered, still fingering her twat.

"Wh-what should I do?" he asked.

"Stick your tongue in me.”

"Uh, no, I don't want to.”

Patty felt a surge of anger. After all, he'd promised. And even though she had liked doing it to him, she had an incredible itch now and had to do something about it. "You promised!”

"I-I had my fingers crossed," he stammered.

"You do it, or I'll tell everyone you're queer," Patty threatened.

"Aw, everyone thinks that already.”

"I'll scream rape and you'll go to jail," Patty tried.

"You wouldn't!”

"Oh yeah?" She drew in a deep breath, and threw back her head.

"Don't," Al yelped.

"You gonna do it?" Patty demanded.

"Yes. But don't pee on me.”

"I'm not going to pee on you! My God, that's disgusting." She sat down beside him on the whirring motor. She felt the cold metal against her bare ass. The vibrations swirled through her already confused tummy.

Spreading her thighs, she pried apart her pussy lips, let him see the inner folds, the tiny bud of her pisser, the veiled tunnel of her virginal cunt. As she looked down at him, kneeling between her legs, she got a delicious feeling of power.

Squeezing his eyes shut, sticking his tongue out as far as he could, he leaned forward slowly. She had to let go of her cunt lips and guide him to his target. She watched and felt his tongue touch her twat. An electric jolt slammed up through her and she wondered if the motor under her had short-circuited.

The first taste evidently calmed Al's fears. His eyes opened and his expression changed from stark terror to interest and excitement. Patty let go of his head and leaned back on her arms. She watched his bespectacled face between her slender tan thighs. His tongue stroked her twat, stroked its few fine strands of hair. He stroked his tongue along her crack, pried the bulging lips apart. Then he touched something up high in her slit and a blast of pure pleasure surged through her.

The itch was stronger, more demanding. "Do that again," she groaned.

He did it again, and flames blistered her innards. He probed deeper and the fires got hotter and hotter. Patty writhed and squirmed as the electric motor thrummed its vibrations through her, and Al's tongue stoked the fires of her young lust. He was lapping eagerly at her now, sweeping up her thick drippings. He stroked her clit with every swipe. Every time his tongue went over it, Patty convulsed, jumped as if an electric current had hit her.

The sight of his head between her naked thighs did something to her. The itch kept getting better and better, bigger and bigger. It really was like a sneeze was growing in her gut. Frantically, she reached down and pried her pussy lips apart, and pointed at the special spot. "There! Bite me there!”

She felt a flash of pain as teeth clamped on her delicate nubbin. "YOWH! Too hard," she screamed.

Al changed to his lips, and the pain became pleasure. His tongue tickled her mini-penis, and the sneeze erupted. She gargled senselessly. Bubbling and gurgling, she wrapped her slender legs around his head. Her hips humped and bumped against his face. She didn't stop until she was totally exhausted. Then she flopped limp as a dead fish and tried to catch her breath. She had to push Al away from her dripping pussy to make him stop.

When he sat back, she saw his cheeks were all slimy with liquid. His glasses were so steamed up he was blind. He pulled them off. She saw suddenly that he had neat, very dark eyes. "Wow," he panted, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Gosh," Patty sighed.

"We better get out of here," Al noted nervously.

"Yeah, we better," she agreed. "Come on, let's go swimming.”

"Yeah.”

They quickly scrambled into their suits. Patty peered cautiously out the door before beckoning him into the blinding summer sunlight. She let him hold her hand as they climbed the grassy slope up to the pool. She wondered how soon she could do it again, wondered what other neat things there were.

Daddy wouldn't like it, she supposed. But why not? She was still a virgin, after all. But Micaela was right. Daddy was horny. Maybe he wouldn't feel quite so bad if she did him the same way she had done Al.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Al asked.

"Nothing. Let's not hold hands, or everyone'll be saying I'm your girl.”

"Aren't you?”

"I guess maybe I am," she decided, taking his hand again, giving it a squeeze. "I guess I am.”

Mike cleared his desk and prepared to head for home. He was exhausted, drained from the work and the sessions with Joan. His groin ached.

"Would you like to come to dinner tonight?" Joan asked as she put on her scarf.

"Got to get home to the girls," he answered. "And besides, while your husband may take it all in stride, I'm not sure I could carry it off.”

"Might be kind of kicky, the three of us," Joan suggested.

"Kinky, you mean," he answered. "See you tomorrow.

On his way home he began worrying about ‘Caela and Gabby and Patty. He knew he was going to have to take the bull by the horns. The knowledge made his guts tighten.