Chapter 1: The Repairman

I work in technical support at a mid-sized accounting firm. I get to meet and work with just about everyone in the place, most of whom think I am a hero because I rescue them from computer disasters, that they usually caused themselves. Of course that means I am the guy that everyone comes to when they have problems with their PCs at home too.

I usually try to avoid as many of those kinds of questions as I can, because as anyone who has ever tried to help a friend or neighbor with their computer can tell you, it's usually not a five-minute job, nor is it normally something that can be fixed without going to their home and working on the machine directly. However, a few months ago I made an exception.

We had just hired a new accountant, a lady about my age named Dianne Walker. We chatted while I was setting up her PC and network connection. Like a lot of women, she started telling me a lot about her personal life that I really wasn't interested in. She told me that she had been divorced for about four years, and was coping with raising two teenagers by herself, a 16 year old son and a 13 year old daughter. She said they were good kids, but the normal stress of having children that age was hard. I made the appropriate sympathetic replies, even though as a bachelor I had no real idea what she was going through.

After I got her up and running, I wasn't too surprised when she asked me if there was anything she could do to fix her home computer. She told me it was running slower and slower, and there were lots of pop-up ads appearing in the browser. She was thinking about buying a new one, but with the expense of a recent move, and a car that needed work, she was hoping to make the old one last a little longer. I felt sorry for her, and based on what she had told me I was pretty sure I could help her.

When I asked where she lived, and it turned out to be only ten minutes away from my house, I told her I would drop by that evening and see what I could do. After supper, I drove over to Dianne's house. I rang the doorbell, and when Dianne opened it and said "Hi, Ray, thanks for coming. Come on in."

As we walked through the living room, she stopped to introduce me to her kids, who were watching TV. "This is my son, Brian, and daughter Cindy. Kids, this is Mr. Moore. He's going to try to make our PC work better."

From Brian I only got a typical teenage shrug and a mutter that could have been a "hi". Cindy was a little more friendly. She smiled and said "Good luck, I think it's really messed up."

Dianne led me down a hall and into a small room that was almost filled with a computer desk, some filing cabinets and a couple of chairs. I turned my attention to the computer on the desk, and was grateful that it was a fairly new model, which would make it easier to fix. I sat down, turned it on, and watched it boot up. It didn't take long for me to see that it was starting a lot of unwanted applications. It took a long time to finish, but finally I was able to start up the browser. Immediately I started seeing the popups Dianne had told me about. Many of them were for porn websites, which made it a little embarrassing. I hadn't noticed, but Cindy had followed us into the computer room. When Dianne saw her she yelled at her, "Cindy, get out of here. Leave Ray alone while he is working. And besides, you don't need to see all this crap anyway".

"Whatever, Mom, it's not like I haven't seen it before you know, " Cindy muttered as she slunk out of the room.

"Sorry about that," Dianne apologized. "Well, I think I will follow my own advice and leave you alone. Give me a shout if you need anything."

I had some diagnostic and antivirus programs on a memory stick that I had brought, and as soon as I found a USB port, I loaded a couple of my favorites and started to work. This was a hurry-up-and-wait kind of project. On that slow machine some of the programs took a long time to run. About half an hour after I started, Cindy came back into the room, and this time, without her mother around, she was a little friendlier.

"Can I watch what you are doing?" she asked.

"Sure, but it's a little boring." I replied.

'That's OK, I'm kind of interested in how computers, and I thought I might learn something." She pulled up the other chair and sat next to me.

This was the first chance I had had to get a good look at Diann's thirteen-year-old daughter. Even though Dianne was a brunette, Cindy was a strawberry blonde, with the peaches-and-cream complexion and freckles to go along with it. Some people like freckles and some don't. I'm one of the ones that finds them appealing, especially on a young girl. She was wearing soccer-style shorts, the kind with the loose legs, so as she scrunched forward to watch what I was doing, I got a pretty good view of her legs. Even though her thighs were large for her age, they didn't appear to be soft and flabby. She had the muscle tone of an athlete. I asked if she played soccer, and she said yes, which explained both the shorts and the well-formed legs.

Cindy asked a lot of questions about what I was doing, and it was soon obvious that she was the computer expert in the house. She said her mom only used it when she had to, and Brian was only into games. She told me she was taking a computer course at school, and she liked it so much she was thinking of making a career of it. She had the patience and interest to sit through a lot of steps that really were boring, even for a geek like me, and asked some intelligent questions. My experience with that generation is limited, but it seemed like she was not a typical middle-school kid. She acted very mature and self-confident, even around someone like me that she had just met.

The more I talked with her, the more I found myself liking her, and it wasn't 'like' in a good way. I found it hard to turn my attention from her legs, and the soft, lightly freckled skin of her arms. I tried to tell myself that I was only interested in her because she liked computers, but as I found myself stealing occasional glimpses of her smallish breasts under her tee shirt, I knew my interest was wandering in very dangerous territory. I tried to rationalize that my reaction was fairly normal for any male. Girls at that age are just blossoming, and Cindy showed every sign of becoming a real cutie in a few years.

After running several more processes, I decided that the only way I could totally clean things up was by doing a reinstall of the operating system. Fortunately, they didn't have a lot of applications installed, and Cindy verified that they had the original CDs for everything that needed to be reinstalled.

We went back to the living room, and I told Dianne what the plan was, and told her that it was more than I wanted to tackle that night. I asked if tomorrow evening would be OK. She thought about it and said she had a meeting to go to and Brian would not be there either. "But I guess Cindy can let you in,".

I told her that that would be fine. And Cindy thought it was a great idea, since she wanted to assist me anyway. She even gave me a little wink when Dianne wasn't looking. I didn't know what that was about, but I would soon find out.

Chapter 2: The Confession

The next night, I showed up a little earlier because I knew it was going to be a long evening. Cindy let me in and we set to work right away. I noticed that her hair was nestled around her face, having been released from the ponytail she had it in the previous night. She had ditched the soccer shorts for a pair of tight jeans, and I could have sworn she even had a little makeup on. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought she was trying to look older for my benefit. I decided that was just my ego being foolish, and got down to work.

I had to start by reformatting the hard drive, the first of several long steps. Fortunately, Cindy turned out to be good company. We chatted for quite awhile, about computers, school, soccer, and boys, but eventually even she got bored and went to her room to do some homework. When I finally got to the point of reinstalling the applications, I asked her to come back in to help with the setups.

As we were cranking up the web browser for the first time, popup free, I made a crack about how her brother had better be careful about where he did his web surfing from now on. She looked at me a little funny, and said, "Brian? If it's not a game, he's not interested."

"Well," I said, "I don't think it's your Mom that's causing those ads to appear."

I meant it as a joke, but Cindy gave me a quick glance, and said, "There is somebody else in the house that knows how to use the PC, you know."

I was surprised by that answer, and I blurted out, "It's not you, is it?"

She blushed a little. "Look, I'm going to tell you something, but you have to promise not to tell Mom."

I wasn't too eager to get involved in a conspiracy with a 13-year-old, but I was curious, and it seemed like she really wanted to tell me something. In just a few hours, we had struck up that kind of friendship. "OK, I'm listening," I told her.

"Well, it's my friend Denise and I that have been exploring. We get home from school a couple of hours before anybody else does, so we have some time to kill. Denise is a year older than me, and she's been playing on the internet longer than I have. She told me about some of the websites she had seen, and I was curious, so we've been looking for ... uh ... looking at ... you know ... fun stuff."

I didn't know what to say to that. We were both looking at the monitor, as if we wanted to avoid eye contact. When I didn't responded, Cindy continued her confession. "You haven't heard the best part. We've been logging into some chat rooms where guys go to meet young girls. You know what I mean?" I nodded my head. "We just wanted to see if we could fool some of the guys, or play tricks on them. When we first started, it took a long time to get some of the creeps interested in talking to us. There are a lot of girls, or someone pretending to be girls, on those sites. Then I told Denise we needed a better login name, something that would get pervy guys interest right away. I suggested 'PrettyPussy'. It worked. Now when we sign on with that name, it only takes a few minutes until we have several guys wanting to chat with us. When we get a live one, we move into a private chat room, and then sometimes it gets pretty dirty." She paused then, and I noticed that she was blushing. The slight red in her cheeks emphasized the spray of freckles running across the middle of her face.

I thought she was done, but she had one more shock for me. "We have even met a couple of guys we linked up with that way, just to see what they looked like," Cindy said, sounding a lot older than the teenybopper sitting next to me.

At this point, I couldn't stay quiet anymore. I exploded, sounding more like an angry parent than her friend. "What do you mean, link up with? Do you know how dangerous that is?.

"Come on, we're not stupid," she sighed, as if I were some incredibly dense adult. "We always meet them in a public place. And it usually freaks them out when two of us show up. The always think 'PrettyPussy' is one girl. Then we hit them with our routine."

"I'm almost afraid to ask what that is," I said.

"We tell them how much trouble they could be in if we started hollering and screaming. We even told one guy there was a cop watching him right then. He ran out of the mall like his pants were on fire. It was pretty funny. So you see, we're actually doing a good thing."

"And a very dangerous thing," I lectured. "What if one of those creeps follows you out of the mall, or what if he had a friend too. It's just too risky."

"Don't be a drag, Ray. We're having fun. We've even talked about maybe going out with one of the guys, if we ever find a young, good-looking one. Most of them are just creepy old men."

"And then what?" I sputtered, "Do you want to end up buried in his back yard?"

Just then, Dianne came home, which put an end to our conversation. I quickly finished up what I had come to do, and beat it out of there. I didn't say anything to Dianne, but when I left, Cindy could tell by my expression that I really was upset with her, and that I was serious about trying to keep her out of the chat rooms. I knew that wouldn't have much effect, they were having too much fun to quit. And Cindy knew that I didn't really have any control over her. She even winked at me again as I left, co-conspirators that we were. I felt awful.

Chapter 3: Outfoxing the Fox

For the next few days I fretted over whether I should tell Dianne about what her daughter was doing. I knew that was the right thing to do, but I had a plan in mind for an even better way to teach Cindy what a dangerous game she was playing.

I started logging into a couple of the chat rooms that Cindy had told me about. At first, I just lurked there and tried to learn what was going on. It soon became obvious that there were two groups of people hanging out in their favorite chat room, TeenyTown. There were the kids, mostly girls (or cops pretending to be young girls), and the older men who were looking for a thrill.

After a couple of days I saw 'PrettyPussy' log on. By now, I thought I had the chat room routine down, so I started a conversation with 'her', using the nickname I had made up, 'LonelyTexan'. I was surprised at how quickly 'PrettyPussy' suggested that we switch to a private converstion. I made it clear right from the start that I was "an older guy, looking for some young fun", and they seemed eager to oblige. It was kind of hard to remember that I was making some fairly obscene suggestions to a girl whose mom I knew, but I had to do that as part of my plan.

After a couple of days of private conversations, 'PrettyPussy' made the suggestion that I had been waiting for. She wanted to meet 'LonleyTexan' in person. I quickly agreed, and a date was made to meet at a nearby mall on Saturday.

Then I got my friend Steve involved. Steve is a very religious man, dedicated to trying to help young people. He is the youth minister at a local church. I told him what I was trying to do, and as I expected his first response was that I had to tell Dianne. Eventually I convinced him that my method might work in this case, and he reluctantly agreed to help me. That was important to my plan, because the description I had given Cindy for 'LoneyTexan' matched Steve, not me. He was to be the bait in my trap.

Steve and I got to the mall about half an hour before the scheduled rendezvous, because I knew that Cindy and Denise would probably get there early also to check out their prey. Steve took a seat at the edge of the food court, and I went up to the third level, where I could observe without being seen by the little detectives.

About 20 minutes later Cindy showed up. I saw her checking out Steve from across the mall. I didn't see another girl with her, so I assumed that her friend Denise was watching from another location. This was beginning to feel like a CIA mission. A few minutes passed, then Cindy seemed to be confident that Steve was 'LoneyTexan' and was alone, and she she moved in. With a confidence born of youthful ignorance, she sat down at his table and began talking to him.

I hurried down from my lookout as quickly as I could. I didn't want Steve to launch into a sermon and run her off. When I got to the food court, I positioned myself so that I approched Cindy from behind. I still hadn't seen the other girl, but I didn't want to wait any longer.

I got to within a few feet of her and sprung my trap. "Well, hello, Cindy," I said, trying to stay as calm as I could. "I see you've met my friend Steve, or should I say 'LonelyTexan'."

She turned around, but did not look as surprised or shocked as I had thought she would. She was a very cool customer. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

Then I explained to her that I had set everything up to show her how easy it was to get in a dangerous situation by playing her little game. "So here you are with two guys, when you were expecting one. What if I was still hiding out of sight, waiting for you to finish your conversation? Steve could have left, after you pulled your little stunt and scared him off, but I could still be lurking around and watching. I could follow you later. You wouldn't even know who to look out for."

At this point Steve couldn't resist. He started in on his sermon about the dangers of meeting strangers on the Internet, yada, yada. I still had my own plan to finish, so I interrupted, thanked him for his time, and said I would take it from there.

After we were alone, I said, "You don't seem to be all that surprised to see me. And where is your friend Denise?"

She smiled. "Come on Ray. I knew it was you I was chatting with. When we first met, you told me about how you had moved here from Dallas last year, and how hard it had been making friends, so 'LonelyTexan' wasn't hard to figure out, especially since I knew you might be snooping around the chat rooms anyway. And that's why I left Denise out of it this time. I figured I could handle you all by myself." She was a saucy little bitch. "So, are you ready to take me home and tell Mom what I have been doing? Or maybe you want to take me to your house and spank me." She actually turned around and shook her butt at me right in the food court.

At that point I did feel like spanking her. The little vixen had outsmarted me, and I didn't like it. But another plan was brewing in my head now. "Come on," I growled, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her out of the mall. If anyone had seen us, they probably thought they were watching a father coping with a rebellious teen, and might very well be on my side. A littlle chill went down my back as I thought about how truly easy it might be for a predator to snatch a girl like Cindy in a situation like that, and no one would want to intervene.

When we got to my car, I kept showing her the dark side of 'LonelyTexan''. After we got in, I pushed the button that automatically locks all the doors. I told her in a stern voice that she wasn't used to hearing from me to just sit there and be quiet. She still had a little smirk on her face, but I was starting to see some uncertainty in her expression. As we pulled out of the parking lot, she asked, "Are you actually taking me to your house?" The smile was gone now. "The game's over Ray, you made your point, so you can take me home now." She still thought she was in charge.

"No Cindy, we are going to my house. I thought that was what you really wanted. You' girls have been looking for a little sexual adventure, haven't you?" I leered at her, hoping I was beginning to scare her. I was beginning to scare myself. I was off script now, and wasn't sure where things were headed.

Chapter 4: Teaching the Lesson

When we got to my place, I opened the front door and pushed her into the living room. I sat down in my favorite chair and stared at her. She was still standing by the door. "Come, here, young lady," I barked.

She came over and stood where I was pointing. She still had a bit of an overconfident grin on her face. "OK, now what?" she asked.

I reached out and slapped her face, not too hard, but enough to shock her. "You are in my house now. That means you are under my rules. You will do everything I tell you to, and the only time you will talk is if I ask you something. Do you understand?"

"Now you're just being mean!" she snapped.

Another slap shut her up. I could have stopped then, having made my point about how bad the type of people she was messing around with could be, but the darker side of my nature was still emerging. I was enjoying having her under my control. My attention was drawn to those creamy, freckled thighs I had been dwelling on over the last few days. The flirting she had done with me earlier led me to believe that she would not totally resist a little erotic play.

"Take your clothes off, now," I said quietly, hoping that made my voice sound even more menacing.

She started to say something, but the quiver in her lip hinted that she was finally becoming truly afraid of me. I could even see a tear or two starting to well up in her eyes as she lifted her sweatshirt over her head. She unzipped her jeans and lowered them to the floor. She stood there for a moment in her tweener white bra and classically plain cotton panties. It looked like she was hoping I would tell her she could stop then.

"Keep going, Cindy. You've been asking for this."

There was still a bit of fight left in her. "Do you know how much trouble you are in?" she sobbed defiantly. "As soon as I get home and tell Mom, you're dead meat!"

"Cindy, think about it," I responded, slowly and calmly, letting my words sink in. "I installed some software on your PC that shows where you have been going online, and I've been logging all of our conversations in TeenyTown, so I can prove that you are 'PrettyPussy'. As far as anybody is concerned, your mother or anybody else, my story is that I found out about what you were doing and arranged a little trap to teach you a lesson. That much is true, and I have my friend Steve to back me up. After we met up in the mall, I took you home. Any other story you have about what went on after we left the mall will sound like something you made up to take some of the blame off yourself. And after I disclose everything about 'PrettyPussy', you won't be very believable."

I knew it wasn't really a very strong case, but I figured it was enough to fool a scared and embarrassed thirteen-year-old. Giving up the fight, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra and let it drop to the floor. She instinctively tried to cover her breasts with her crossed arms. This time it only took one slight movement of my hand toward her face to motivate her. She stepped out of her panties, and stood before me, very much a young girl who realized she was in way over her head.

Her breasts were just large enough to require the bra, but her nipples were already well-developed, with large pink protuberances. "You're going to really look great in a tight sweater in a couple of years, especially on cold days," I teased her. "Do you know what nipples like that are called?" I asked.

"Puffies?" she offered in reply.

"You know entirely too much for a 13-year-old," I said. She and her internet buddy had learned a lot while surfing the web. "But you are going to know even more before we are done today. Do you play with yourself, Cindy?" I asked as I ran my eyes up and down her body. Other than the slaps, I hadn't touched her, yet.

"Y-y-yes," she sobbed, truly frightened now.

"Show me how," I commanded.

"Here?" she asked, flinching as if expecting another slap.

"Yes, you little fox, right here in my living room. Show me how much you know about bringing pleasure to your own body, then maybe I'll show you how a man can please you even more."

She started rubbing her pussy, just stroking the outside. "You ever stick a finger in there?" I asked.

"Just a little," she whispered, "I quit when it starts to hurt a little. "Please, Ray, I'm still a virgin. Don't make me go all the way."

I waited a few seconds before replying, letting her stew in her fear. "I'll think about it, but no promises. Remember, my house, my rules. Now turn around. Let me see that butt. Maybe I will spank it for you after all."

She turned around slowly. I let her just stand there in her embarrassment for a moment while I enjoyed the view. Her ass was probably the best part of her body at that age; full and round, with no sign of fat. I was beginning to realize why there were so many perverts who craved girls of this age.

"Your face is red, but your ass is white," I told her. "Let me see if I can do something about that." With no further warning, I gave her a couple of hard slaps on each butt cheek, and as I expected, the soft skin reddened right away.

I had crossed a line, Now that I had actually touched her, I knew that just a simple spanking would not be enough to satisfy me. I was letting this get into very dangerous territory, but there was no backing out now. "Go sit on the sofa." I emphasized my command with one more solid slap on that enticing rear end.

She walked over to the sofa and sat down, just on the edge of the cushion. Her legs were clenched tightly together and her hands were clasped in her lap. If she had been wearing a nice white dress, she would have looked like a young girl in church trying to stay on her best behavior during the preacher's sermon. But instead, she was sitting, very naked ,in my living room, and there was no sermon in her immediate future.

I walked over and stood in front of her. I gently pushed her knees apart, and knelt in front of her. "Let's just see how pretty that pussy is, OK? Lean back, and relax."

She summoned enough courage to plead with me one more time, "You said you wouldn't fuck me, right?"

It shocked me a little to hear Cindy use that word, even given the circumstances. "No, what I said was I would think about it. And I'm still trying to make up my mind. If you're nice to me, I can be nice to you." With that warning, I started stroking her puffy mound with my thumb, rubbing up and down the outside, like she had done. Then I pushed gently inward slightly, just enough to spread the lips open a little. I leaned in and took a good look at her virgin pussy. She had a light coat of pubic hair around her pubes. I leaned even closer and said, "I've always wondered just how small a red cunt hair was. Now I know." I don't think she had a clue what I was talking about.

I found her surprisingly tinyclit, and started to massage it with my thumb and finger. As I expected, Cindy didn't seem to mind that at all. "Well, look here, I think your pretty little pussy is getting moist," I told her. "You know what that means, right? You're body is ready for sex, whether you are or not. Are you sure you don't want me to just take your cherry right now, and get it over with?"

She didn't say anything, just shook her head back and forth, as her eyes filled with tears, and she bit her lip.

"All right, I guess I can still be a little bit of a nice guy," I grumbled, "but you still owe me something for getting me into this."

I stood up and lowered my jeans and shorts to the floor. I stood there, letting Cindy get an eyeful of a real-life adult erection for what I assumed was the first time. Judging by the wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights way she was looking at it, I think I was right. "You can touch it if you want," I told her.

She didn't seem interested, so I grabbed her hand and put in on my now fully-aroused member. She sat there motionless, in shock, so I had to show her what I wanted by moving her hand with mine. Finally I realized that she still didn't know what I wanted her to do. The idea of jacking a guy off apparently wasn't one of the things Cindy and Denise had discovered in their online explorations. I let go of her hand, and said, "Lay down."

She started to slide back onto the sofa, facing up at me. "No," I ordered, "roll over on your belly."

Still following my every command like a frightened captive, she was soon lying face-down on the sofa, with her face buried in the cushions. Her bottom was still red from my rough treatment, and it was still inviting. I pushed her thighs apart and knelt down between them. I rubbed my prick back and forth across her round, firm buns, then I pushed my shaft between her ass cheeks and humped myself in her butt crack for a minute or so. That wasn't as satisfying as I had hoped. I really needed to get off, but I wanted to send her back to Mommy with her hymen intact.

I slid back a little, and pushed my manhood down between her legs, and rubbed the top of it against the outside of her pussy. It would have only taken a slight change in the angle of my attack to ram my hardness into her and bring an end to Cindy's virginity. I could feel her body tighten up under me in dreaded anticipation of that moment. I was sure she thought I was going to thrust myself into her any second. Instead, I sat back on my knees, and yelled "Roll over, now!"

As soon as she was face up again, I moved up her body so that my knees were on either side of her chest. If her breasts had been bigger, I would have been in position for a tit fuck. Instead I said, "Grab me, and finish me off with your hands. You've seen girls get facials in some of the pictures you've seen on the web, right? Well, now you're going to get one."

She was lying there with her eyes tightly shut, stroking me with both hands, as fast as she could, hoping to get it over in a hurry. After all the buildup, it didn't take long. I felt myself getting ready to let loose, so I moved up a little higher to make sure that I would cum all over her face and not just her chest.

When I did that, she stopped jacking me off and tried to cover her face. One advantage of having my own hands on my prick was that I was able to direct my cum shot so that I got some on both her eyes and even dribbled some over her tightly clenched lips. I had never come on a girl's face like that, and I found it more exciting than I thought I would. That was just another perverse side of my nature that Cindy had brought out.

The thrill was quickly gone. As I sat there over her, the last few drops of semen leaking from my rapidly shrinking tool, I realized that I had descended all the way into the depths of the "creeps" she had been enticing online. What had started out as me trying to save a young girl from her own stupidity had ended up badly for both of us. But Cindy had one more surprise for me.

Instead of being angry, or upset, after she wiped her face she calmed down, and her mischievous grin even returned. "That wasn't so bad, Ray. And thanks for not fucking me. Now, you better get me home."

We quickly got dressed, and I drove her home. On the way, I reminded her that I still could get her in big trouble with Mom, and since I had not actually penetrated her , she would have a tough time with convincing anyone that I had raped her. I still knew I was on thin ice, but her reaction was encouraging. When I parked in her driveway she turned to me and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell Mom..... but I think I will tell Denise. I think she'll be jealous," she giggled. "Maybe the three of us could hook up sometime. Denise told me she has gone all the way with a couple of guys. How about if I get you two together,and I could watch."

It was my turn to be shocked. I sat there, unable to say anything as she got out of the car. "See you on line, 'LonelyTexan',", she drawled as she walked toward the house with a bit of swagger in the twitch of her hips. The cocky, in-control Cindy was back. I wondered if my "lesson" had done any good at all. I wasn't sure who had taught whom a lesson.

Chapter 5: A Complicated Relationship Develops

The first couple of weeks after my almost-rape of Cindy were nerve-wracking. It was bad enough that I was living in fear of being arrested for molesting a thirteen-year-old, but even worse was the fact that I had to see her mother at work every day. I tried to avoid Dianne as much as I could, but our company is not that big, so there were at least a couple of times every day when our paths crossed. Dianne gave no indication that she even suspected that anything had gone on between Cindy and me. In fact, she actually was very friendly, and I got the distinct impression that she would be interested in seeing me outside of work. Of course, every time I thought about Dianne as someone I might like to go out with, visions of her daughter lying on my sofa with my semen all over her face came to mind, which made it difficult for me to pursue the obvious interest that Dianne was expressing.

After a few weeks of innocent flirting, Dianne apparently decided that if there was ever going to be any kind of relationship between us, she was going to have to be the one to get it started, so she invited me over for dinner one night. "I feel like I owe you one, for fixing our computer," was her excuse. "Can you come over Friday night?"

I couldn't think of a good excuse not to go, and besides, I really did want to get to know Dianne better. It's not that easy for a single male in his mid-thirties to meet unattached females, and I didn't want to pass up this opportunity. 'LonleyTexan' had been lonely too long. The only problem I faced was having to see Cindy again, but I agreed to the 'reward' dinner anyway. Dianne had cleverly disguised it as that, so it didn't seem so much like a date.

A few days later I found myself at Dianne's home again. Her son Brian was not around, which Dianne told me was typical since he had gotten his driver's license a few months earlier. Dianne, assuming that Cindy and I had not seen each other since I had been there to work on their PC reintroduced us, and went into the kitchen to finish her dinner preparations. Cindy was cool. She smiled at me and said very politely, "It's nice to see you again, Mr. Moore."

I went with the flow. "Nice to see you again, Cindy, how is school going? Are you still enjoying your computer course?"

"Yeah, bit it's getting kind of boring though," she sighed.

"Well, sometimes you have to tough it out through the boring parts to be able to do the things you would like to do," I told her.

"I know, I know, but sometimes I get distracted by some of the fun stuff I can do on the computer, and forget about what I should be doing." She winked at me, which I took as a hint that some of the "fun stuff" she was talking about involved her activities in chat rooms with her buddy Denise. As I had feared, my "lesson" had not had the results I had hoped for.

The conversation was getting uncomfortable for me, but Dianne saved my by serving dinner. Cindy ate quickly and disappeared as soon as she finished, leaving Dianne and myself alone. I helped Dianne clean up, and then we talked for awhile over a bottle of wine. All in all, the evening went much better than I had expected.

Well enough in fact that a few days later I asked Dianne out on a real date. That led to us seeing each other a lot during the next couple of months. I knew how risky it was to involve myself in an office romance, but that is what happened. We got into a routine of going back to my place after our dates, which gave us more privacy, and also cut down on the amount of interaction I had with Cindy. I still felt uncomfortable being around her, even though she seemed to be glad to see me every time. It was almost as if what had happened after our meeting at the mall had been erased from her memory.

At least that was how it seemed until Dianne asked me if I could come over one evening and help Cindy with a computer project she was working on. Once again, I couldn't think of a good reason to get out of it, so I agreed.

When I got there I found out that Cindy had finished the programming course she had been taking, and was trying to do some web development on her own. That was not an area that I was an expert in, but I gave it a shot. Dianne left us alone in the computer room, and Cindy and I started working right away. She showed me what she was trying to do, and I was quickly able to point out a couple of errors she had made, and in fifteen minutes or so, her webpage was working like she wanted it to.

Even in that brief time I found myself reconnecting with my newly discovered dark side. Hell, I was checking Cindy out like a lecherous old man. She was wearing her strawberry-blonde hair longer than I remembered, and had apparently given up on ponytails for a more stylish look. It appeared that in the last few months her breasts had become more developed, or she had discovered padded bras. Her legs, which had been the first thing I had noticed about her before, were more tanned than I remembered, but even so her freckles were still visible. I foolishly made a comment about how fit she looked, and she explained that she had been doing a lot of running and extra practice on the soccer field. She told me that she would be in high school in a few months, and she really wanted to make the soccer team in her freshman year.

After I made my comment about how fit she was she scooted her chair closer to me. She was subtle about it, but her thigh was pressed up against mine, and she kept moving so that her breast kept brushing my arm. She was still talking about what we were looking at on the monitor, but it was obvious that her thoughts had wandered a little lower.

I knew I had to stop it then, because I was starting to get an erection, and her mother was just down the hall. I stood up, told her she was doing a good job, and left the room in a hurry to go find Dianne. This was just the kind of thing I had been afraid would happen, and I knew I could not let it go on any more.

After that I did everything I could to avoid going to Dianne's house, to stay away from Cindy. The only time I saw her for more that a few minutes was when the four of us went out for a special dinner for Cindy's fourteenth birthday. She was very excited that night, because she was just about to finish middle school, and was looking forward to high school.

Despite that obstacle, Dianne and I were spending more and more time together. Our relationship had not turned sexual yet, but I think we both knew that we were close to that point. It was almost like we were hesitant to ruin the good thing we had going by taking that next big step.

Finally, I arranged one evening to be more romantic than usual. I started with a candlelight dinner in a very expensive restaurant, followed by a moonlight walk in a park close to my house, and ending with a nice bottle of wine when we got home. I really was expecting this to be the night when Dianne and I would finally share my bed.

Instead, and probably because of all that we drank that night, I found myself telling Dianne my true story. Previously, I had told her that I was divorced, but now I admitted that my wife and daughter had been killed by a drunk driver who ran a red light, and the reason I had moved to a different state was to try and start my life over. I told her that our relationship had become a big part of my healing process. And I told her that Cindy was about the same age my daughter would have been if she were still alive, and that I felt a certain special connection with her because of that. Fortunately, my confessions ended before I disclosed just how special that connection was. The evening ended with Dianne holding me tightly while I cried out my hidden sorrow. She did spend the night, but the mood for sex had been ruined. She just held me until we fell asleep, and that wasn't bad.

The next morning was a little strange since it was the first time we woke up together. "What are you going to tell your kids?" I asked as she was getting ready to leave.

She smiled and said, "I've been hinting that this might happen eventually, and told them not to worry if they got up some morning and I wasn't there. Kids are a lot more sophisticated than we were at that age now. And they know how to fix their own breakfast."

"Look, Dianne, I didn't mean to unload on you like that last night, I just...."

She stopped me. "Don't worry about it. I'm really glad you did. I understand you a lot better now, and I feel good that you confided in me."

"Yeah, I feel a lot better too," I admitted. "But maybe the next time you stay over can be a little more entertaining."

"Why Mr. Moore, whatever do you have in mind?" she smiled as she left.

Chapter 6: Doing a Favor for Dianne

Before we got a chance for that next evening together, something unexpected occurred that changed our relationship. Dianne came to my desk at work one day and said, "Ray, I have a really big favor to ask of you."

"What's up?"

"Well, the boss has asked me to go to a seminar with her this weekend. Originally Darrin Green was going to go, but he just turned in his resignation yesterday and Becky asked me to take his place."

'Yeah, I heard about Darrin. So what can I do to help?"

"Well, I need somebody to stay with Cindy this weekend. If Brian was going to be around I would just let them take care of each other. But he's going on a camping trip with some friends. They've been planning this for weeks, so I dont't want to ask him to cancel. My fallback plan would be for my sister to come over, but she's on vacation this week. I thought about Mrs. Davis from next door..."

"That prune," I exclaimed. "She has to be at least seventy."

"That's what Cindy said. Then she suggested that I ask you. I hate to do this to you on such short notice, but I really want to go. It's a good chance for me to get to know Becky better, which might be good the next time a promotion opportunity comes up."

I had kind of stopped listening after Dianne said it was Cindy's idea. I knew that little minx had something in mind, but I wasn't sure what she was up to, not that it mattered, the idea of spending a weekend with Cindy was all the motivation I needed. "Sure, I'll be glad to do it, even though Cindy seems a little old for a babysitter."

Dianne laughed. "Actually, she told me to completely avoid that word. She said you should consider yourself as a bodyguard, just there to make sure that nobody carries her off."

"Okay, I can do that. Do I have to wear a black suit and sunglassses?"

"Don't be silly. Thanks, Ray. I'll see to it that you are properly rewarded when I get back." she winked.

I was looking forward to that. But first, I had to get through was promised to be a very interesting weekend with Cindy. I knew that I really needed to keep my hands off of her, but I was afraid that she was going to make that a challenge.

The next couple of days seemed to drag on forever, but finally Friday arrived. Dianne left for the seminar that morning, so after work I went straight over to her house. As soon as I got there, I sat Cindy down and laid out the ground rules.

"First, you don't leave the house unless you tell me. Second, you can have company, but only one or two people at a time. No parties! Third, we will keep this house clean. I don't want to be in trouble with your mom when she gets home."

Cindy looked like she was sulking, but I knew she was kidding.

"Gee, I would have been better off with Mrs. Davis," she complained. Then she smiled. "But I think we'll have more fun without her."

Dianne had everything planned as far as meals, so I wouldn't have to do too much cooking. Friday night was going to be pizza, so Cindy went to get the phone and the coupons. After we agreed on the toppings, she made the call. I heard her ask for three mediums, so I asked her, "Why three? Are you feeling hungry tonight?"

"Well, we might be having company for supper," she grinned with that smart-assed expression I had seen when I confronted her about hanging out in chatrooms a few months before.

"Oh, who?" I asked.

"Remember my friend Denise? I asked her to spend the night. She'll be over in a few minutes."

"Wait a minute, young lady," I objected. "That's not part of the plan. Does your mom know about this?"

"Actually, no," she confessed, "but I'm sure she wouldn't mind. Denise and I do sleepovers a lot. And anyway," she purred, "I know you want to meet her."

Before I could raise any more objections, the doorbell rang as if on cue. Cindy ran to open it, and I heard them greet each other.

"Hi, Dee, how ya' doin?"

"Great, Cinders. So where is the mysterious Ray?"

"Cool it,girl. He's here for the whole weekend, remember?"

They walked into the living room, and I got my first look at Denise. You know how when you first hear about a person you start to make a mental image of what you think they look like? And how often that image has nothing to do with reality? That's what happened to me. When Cindy first told me about her older friend who liked to meet guys in chat rooms, I immediately pictured her as a sassy cheerleader type; probably blonde, with a body to die for. Then I quickly realized that any fifteen year old that looked like that would not be spending time trying to meet guys on line, she would be out there knocking horny teenage guys on their butts. So I reconsidered, and ecided it was more likely that Denise was more likely to be slightly overweight, with an acne problem, and an overdeveloped libido.

The real Denise did not match either of my preconceived images. She was Asian, tall, about 5' 9" or so, and very slender. Hell, slender is being nice, she was downright skinny, and cute as hell.

Over pizza, I got her to tell me about herself, with much prompting. I had assumed that she would be outgoing and the dominant one in their friendship, but it appeared that Dee (I was soon calling her that also) was very quiet and shy. It soon became obvious that Cindy was actually the one who was the outgoing one, and the leader of their little gang. Not exactly the impression Cindy had given me, but it wasn't the first time that girl had misled me.

After asking a lot of questions, I found out that Dee's parents had emigrated from Thailand before Denise was born. Her dad was a pharmacist, and her mom was a nurse, and they had decided that Denise would of course become a doctor. The had even given her an American name to make things easier for her in their adopted country. From the way Denise described her home life, I got the idea that she didn't like having her future mapped out for her, which might explain part of her rebelliousness, and her interest in the dark world of chat rooms and online porn.

After supper the girls retreated to Cindy's room and started watching videos. It seemed like they were going to ignore me for the rest of the evening, which was fine with me. About ten o'clock I heard them move into the computer room. I waited a few minutes then decided it would be a good idea for me to see what they were doing. I peeked in the door, and as I suspected, they had a couple of chat sessions going.

They knew I was there, but kept going anyway. Finally, Cindy said, "So, are you here to check on 'PrettyPussy'?"

"I've been looking for 'PrettyPussy' online, but haven't seen that name lately," I admitted.

Cindy laughed. "You didn't think we would still use that name when we knew you would be looking for it did you? We have a new id, and we're not going to tell you what it is."

Now she was just teasing, because I could see it on the screen, and she knew it. So now the dirty duo were trolling for guys as 'YoungandCurious'. Before I could tell them to stop, they quickly logged out of both sessions and turned the computer off.

They spun around in their chairs to face me. "OK, Cinders" Denise said, "are you going to tell Ray our plan or should I?"

"Well, I guess I should, since he's my babysitter" Cindy said. "Sit down Ray, we have something we need to talk to you about."

Oh brother, here comes trouble, I thought. I just didn't know then how much trouble.

"Here's the deal," Cindy began. "We know you don't want us to hook up with guys on line and meet them, and we finally get it, and agree that it's like, too dangerous. But the reason we've been doing it is because we're really getting horny watching all the crazy stuff on the internet, and we kinda want to try something like that ourselves, but not with the sweaty-palmed, pizza-faced guys at school. I guess what I'm trying to say is that we want to find out what sex is like, but with an older, more experienced lover. That's what we have been really looking for in the chat rooms."

"Yeah, OK," I interrupted. "You're talking about having sex, so you aren't looking for a 'lover', you're looking for a sex partner. There's a big difference. First of all, you shouldn't be rushing into being sexually active at your age, you have a lot of time....."

Dee jumped in then, "Stop, we don't need a birds-and-bees lecture, we're already past that point. We're going to jump in the sack with somebody soon, and the only question is who it will be. What Cinders was trying to say was that we have a plan than may make all of us happy."

"Yeah, give me a chance to finish, Ray," Cindy purred. "Here's the deal. We want you to be our sex-ed teacher. You can have sex with us this weekend while we're all together. If you do, we promise to stop cruising for guys online. I'm hoping that if you scratch our itch and satisfy our curiosity, we won't need to be playing with guys online anymore."

"Are you nuts!" I shouted. "What makes you think that I would put myself in that kind of position? First of all, that's the kind of thing that get guys my age put in a six-by-nine cell for many years. Second, your mom and I are starting to get serious. Why would I do anything to damage that?"

Cindy grinned. "We thought you would try to be the nice guy and say no, but let me remind you of something. You have already molested me, and if I have to, I will tell Mom, my school counselors, or whatever, and no matter what you say about your motives, you'll be in deep shit."

She was finally playing her trump card. This was the moment I had been dreading for months. They had me in a corner. If I had been knee-deep in the quicksand of my mistakes before, I was waist-deep now. All I could do was try to make the best of the situation.

"Look," I told them after thinking it over, "when I was twelve, I stole some cigarettes from my parents and tried smoking, just to be cool. But I really didn't like it, and I never smoked again. I'm hoping that this weekend will be like that for you guys. I want your solemn promise that if we do this, there will be no more chasing older guys, on the computer, at the mall, or anywhere else."

Denise answered for both of them. "Don't worry, Ray. All this time we've just been looking for that one guy who could satisfy our curiosity. And after Cindy told me about what you did to her, we were sure you were the one we had been looking for."

"Okay, damn it," I said, surrendering to the inevitable, "so who's going to be first?"

"Well, we already have a plan for that," Cindy replied with a grin.

"Why am I not surprised," I groaned.

"Since Dee already has some sexual experience, you can make love to her tonight, and I'll just watch," Cindy explained, like a sergeant giving orders to the troops. "Then tomorrow night, if I like what I see, you can take my cherry." Cindy grinned, obviously very proud of herself and her little plan.

"And we have a little present for you," Denise added. "I stole these out of my dad's store today." She handed me a little bag, and when I opened it, I saw a couple of little blue pills.

"Viagra?" I asked. "Do you really think I need those?"

"Just making sure," Cindy teased, "after all, you are getting up there."

Chapter 7: Denise and Ray

I told the girls to take a shower and get ready for bed, and I would meet them in Cindy's room. I took one of the pills. I wasn't sure I even needed it, since I was already getting erect just thinking about what was going to happen, but I figured a little insurance wouldn't hurt. I gave them half an hour, then headed down the hall to Cindy's room.

They were sitting on her bed, both wearing short little cotton nightgowns.. They would have looked cute and cuddly, if we all didn't know what was coming. The first thing I did was turn off most of the lights in the room, just leaving one small lamp on to give the room a more romantic atmosphere. Then I asked them to stand up, and I took their place on the bed.

"OK, girls," I ordered, "Let's see the goods." I could feel some of the 'mean' Ray that had emerged in my previous encounter with Cindy returning. They looked at each other, giggled, then in unison they lifted their gowns over their heads "Everything," I said, pointing at their panties, "don't be shy now."

Again, they readily complied. When they were naked they stood in front of me, nervously unsure of what to do with their hands. I let them hanging there in embarrassed silence as I inspected their young bodies. There was quite a difference in their build. Denise was a few inches taller than Cindy, but Cindy had delightfully maturing curves that indicated that she was indeed going to be a real fox in another year or so. Denise by comparison, had a body that you normally see on a high-fashion model; long, long slim legs and very small breasts. The only thing that indicated that she was older than Cindy was the full crop of dark pubic hair between her legs.

I leaned forward and began gently caressing their breasts, Cindy with my left hand and Denise with my right. After a few seconds, when I could feel both girls' nipples stiffening, I slid closer to them and moved my hands between their legs. I had was just begun fingering their sweet stew pots when Cindy stepped back away from me.

"Remember, Ray," she chided, "this is Dee's night. I'm just watching."

"OK," I agreed. "Dee, come lie down."

I stood up, and Denise took my place on the bed. While I quickly took off my clothes. I settled back onto the bed next to Denise, and gave her a gentle little kiss. I began caressing her body, starting with those long, luscious legs, and gradually working my way up to her tiny little-girl breasts. For the moment, I bypassed her sex, wanting to make sure her whole body was tingling first. When at last I let my hand move down to her mound and began exploring her slit with my finger, she whispered, "Uh, Ray, take it easy, okay? I told Cindy that I have some experience, but it's not really that much. My first time was with my dorky cousin last summer, and my second was with a guy from school after a dance a few months ago. Neither one of them had a very big cock, and they both came pretty fast, so I am almost as much of a virgin as she is."

"Yeah Ray," Cindy chimed in, like a Greek chorus, "be gentle. Remember, if Dee doesn't have a good time, I'm not letting you have me tomorrow night."

"I thought you were just watching," I said without looking at her. "Just be quiet, little girl, and let the love doctor operate."

They both giggled at that line, and it seemed to cut through some of the tension that had developed in the room. I gave Denise more of an adult kiss, with lots of tongue. She responded readily, and soon had her tongue buried in my mouth. I let that kiss drag out while I stroked her back and ass. Fortunately for Denise, what she lacked in the way of breasts was more than made up for by her bum. It was a delight, surprising large for her slight frame, and tightly packed. It was one of those bottoms that was made for caressing.

Cindy couldn't restrain herself any more. "Hey, are you guys just going to trade spit all night, or are you going to get it on?"

Denise answered this time. "Shut up, Cinders. We're having fun. Why don't you go play with your Barbies or something, OK?"

That seemed to do the trick. Cindy was quiet again. I slid down and kissed Dee's tiny breasts. There really wasn't much there but nipples, but at least they were nicely erect. Then I moved on down her body, leaving a trail of wet nibbles from her chest to her pubic patch. I gently pushed her legs apart, and started rubbing her pussy. She was nicely moist, so I slowly pushed my little finger inside her. As she had warned me, she was still quite tight, but there seemed to be no obvious obstruction left. Her little boyfriends had managed to break her cherry whether she realized it or not.

I licked my fingers and tried inserting two next. It always amazes me how elastic the vagina opening in women can be. I thought that as tight as she had seemed to be with one finger, two might be difficult for her, but they slid in easily. She moaned softly and squeezed her legs together, holding my hand in a tight grip. I kissed her again, and during that kiss she relaxed her legs and I slid my fingers out.

It was time to show Denise what a real man felt like. As I rolled on top and prepared to enter her, Cindy interrupted again. "Wait a minute, I want to watch this." She had been sitting across the room from us, but now she jumped onto the bed with us. She grabbed my prick, and much to my surprise said, "Let me get this slick for you first, okay?It goes in easier that way, right?"

I rolled onto my back, and the next thing I knew Cindy was kneeling over me, with her mouth just a few inches over my throbbing manhood. She dribbled some of her spit onto the head, and used her hands to rub it around, until the first few inches of my dick were glistening wet. It's amazing what young girls these days know. She sat back and examined her handiwork, and said, "Okay, that should be better. Dee, you can thank me later."

Cindy slid over to the other side of the bed to give us room while still having a good vantage point. I rubbed the head of my shaft just inside Dee's outer lips a couple of times, then probed slowly between them. It wasn't an easy fit, but I took my time, pressing persistently but gently, as I felt myself sliding through her tight opening a quarter inch at a time. I looked down between our bodies and saw that about half of my length was inside her, I stopped for a second to let her get used to the feel of my manhood there. Denise let out a long sigh.

"Is that a good noise, or a bad noise?" Cindy asked. "Geez, Dee, it looks like he's splitting you apart." The very curious Cindy had moved and was lying flat on the bed behind me. It felt like her face was right up against my crotch. She really wanted a close up view.

"Get out of there," I warned her. I wondered if Cindy had been exaggerating, so I sat back on my knees. I pulled Denise's body up with me, so that she was almost sitting on my thighs. She seemed to be grimacing, and I wasn't sure if it was because of pain, pleasure, or a mixture. I looked down and saw what Cindy had been talking about. Denise was so slender that even my average-sized prick appeared to be filling her up beyond her capacity, but she still wasn't complaining.

Since I wasn't sure if she was truly in pain, I decided to switch to a different position that I thought might be more comfortable for her. I pulled out, and motioned for her to roll over. When she was on her stomach, I raised her hips just enough to shove a pillow under her. I moved back between her legs, and eased my cock back into her. Her pussy lips appeared to be red and a little swollen, so I tried to not push too far into her, or go too fast. In that position, I was able to just slide a few inches of my shaft into her, but it was still quite an enjoyable feeling for me. It was so nice that in a few moments I felt my orgasm coming. I held back as long as I could, but finally felt myself filling up the young girls vagina.

Those little blue pills do work wonders though, and even after my climax I was still hard. I reached under her belly to caress her clit while I eased myself a little further into her. I finally felt her push down onto my finger,while my hard tool continues to stretch her opening. She started to pant and moan a little, the most noise she had made since we had started, so I increased my clitoral massage until she buried her head in the mattress and uttered a few very ungirlish grunts, followed by a long, slow "wh-e-e-w-w-w". I was pretty sure that I had given Denise her first orgasm by intercourse, so I assumed that my mission was complete. I rolled off, exhausted, ready for a nap, or a fell eight hours of sleep.

Denise lay still, her face still buried into the bed. "Hey, Dee, you all right in there?" Cindy asked.

"Oh, I'm fine," Denise finally answered. "In fact, I'm great. That was an amazing feeling. No wonder people are so obsessed with sex."

Cindy thought about that for a few seconds, then said, "OK, Ray, I guess you can have me tomorrow night."

I finally managed enough energy to stand up. I picked up my clothes and headed back to the living room, where I was going to be sleeping. "You girls don't stay up too late," I mumbled, knowing that was a useless thing to say. They had a lot to talk about.

Chapter 8: Cindy's Turn

The next day was very strange. The girls slept until about noon, and woke up ravenous. After I fixed them some burgers and fries, the breakfast of champions, they talked me into taking them to a movie. When we got home, Cindy gave her mom a call. After she reassured Dianne that everything was fine, she let me talk to her. I probably sounded like a babbling idiot, and I know I felt like a hypocrite, during that conversation. I was telling Dianne that we were having a quiet weekend, were planning on watching some movies in a little while, blah, blah, while all the time I was picturing myself getting ready to deflower her daughter in a few hours.

The girls never said a word all day about what had happened the night before, or what was going to happen that night. We were all ignoring the elephant in the room. After supper we camped out in the living room and watched a couple of crappy movies the girls had selected. I didn't really pay much attention to the images on the screen, I was getting anxious to get on with the 'feature' presentation for that evening, the one where I was going to be the star.

Finally my patience ran out. I grabbed the remote, turned off the TV, and told the girls to go get ready for bed. As I had the night before, I gave them about half an hour to get ready (and for the Viagra to kick in), before I went to Cindy's room. I knocked, I don't know why, and opened the door.

Cindy was already in bed, with a sheet pulled up to her neck. Denise was sitting on the other side of the room, wrapped in a big, fluffy towel. Cindy looked up at me wide-eyed. Now that the moment she had been working up to for months had come, it looked like she was a little afraid. "Dee said this will only hurt a little bit, kind of like a bee sting. Is that right?"

"You're asking the wrong person, I've never had my cherry popped." I joked, but she didn't appear to be in a joking mood. I tried to reassure her a little more. "I'll do everything I can to make pleasure and good feelings all you remember about tonight. Just relax and trust me."

"I do trust you Ray," she grinned, "it's Dee I don't trust."

"Shut it, Cinders," Denise retorted. "if you don't want Ray tonight, I'll be glad to do him again."

"Shush, both of you," I said, "you're ruining the mood."

I bent over and gave Cindy a soft kiss on the forehead. Then I slowly slid the sheet down, gradually revealing her young body. I bent down and began kissing her breasts. Unlike Denise, this time there was enough there to let my mouth linger and play with. I moved slowly from one engorged nipple to the other, sucking each slightly and tickling her aureole with my tongue.

"God, girl, I wish I had your tits," Denise lamented. "Actually, I wish I had anybody's tits."

As I had the night before, after wetting her breasts I moved my mouth slowly down Cindy's body, marking my way with a trail of tiny kisses. When I got to the tops of her thighs, I pushed her legs open and reveled in the sight of her almost untouched womanhood. It made a very attractive target, a nice plump white mound framed by her delicate red pubic hairs. Without delay, I buried my face in the sweet crack whose odor drew me like a bee to honey. I began slowly licking her outer lips while occasionally pushing the tip of my tongue between them, seeking her clitoris.

Now Denise was getting truly jealous. "Hey, I didn't get any of that last night," she whined.

I raised my head up just long enough to say, "This is special treatment, reserved for virgins or anybody else that asks. Would you like a tongue massage later, sweetie?"

"I've always wondered what it was like," she admitted. "Maybe I'll take you up on that offer."

Having mollified my other young lover, I went back to licking Cindy's cute cunt. By now, she was getting wet. I used my hand to spread her outer lips apart so I could suck on her now erect clit. After a few seconds of that, Cindy began to moan and pushed her pussy harder into my face.

I realized then that I should have taken my clothes off before we started, but it was too late now, I would have to stop what I was doing and slip out of my clothes. It would have been much smoother to just replace my mouth with my cock without a break. Denise helped to fill that awkward pause. When I got up, she quickly moved across the room and knelt on the bed between Cindy's spread knees. "Stay right there, Cinders. I want to see what your cherry looks like before Ray tears you apart."

"Get out of there, Dee," Cindy squealed. "And he's not going to tear me apart. It's just a bee sting, remember."

Finally naked, I tapped Denise on the shoulder like a dance partner cutting in. She rolled out of my way, and I got ready to at last enter Cindy. I stretched out over her body, and tried to distract her from what I was doing between her legs by giving her some very adult kisses. When I felt her tongue pushing back into my mouth, and her arms wrapping around my shoulders, I pressed the head of my cock against her pussy and gave a quick hard thrust. It was easier than I had expected, at least for me. That one movement had allowed me to break through her barrier, and bury my shaft a couple inches into her small opening.

I thought she might cry or moan a little, but instead she screamed out loud, "Ow, that hurts, that hurts, take it out!"

I have taken two other cherries in my life, and both times the moment of penetration had been much easier, but then I realized that my other virgin sacrifices had been quite a bit older than Cindy. She was beating my chest in an effort to get me off her, but I didn't want to stop. I tried to push in a little more, assuming that the worst was over, and she would soon begin to enjoy it, but her actions indicated otherwise. She was obviously still in pain. She was crying loudly now, and still trying to push me away. I felt like a bastard, so I gave up. I eased my cock out slowly, not wanting to hurt her more than I already had, and rolled over onto my side next to her, still a little stunned by how badly things had gone.

There were only a few drops of blood on the head of my shaft, and a little on the bed. I was relieved to see that, because the way she was carrying on made me think that I had actually damaged something inside her. I lay there, gently stroking her forehead and whispering comforting things to her, trying to get her to stop crying. After a few moments, she seemed to recover, and suddenly the old Cindy was back.

"Damn, Dee," she complained, "you lied to me! That was no 'bee sting'"

"Maybe his stinger is too big for you Cinders. I thought you were a big girl, but I guess you are still a little baby," Denise teased. "Come on, if my skinny little twat could handle that, you should be able to make that salami disappear."

That seemed to put Cindy in a better mood. While she and Denise continued to banter, I thought about what I should do next. "Cindy, your cherry is definitely gone, so the worst is over," I told her. "Do you want to try again? We don't have to. It's up to you."

She thought it over for a few seconds, then said, "OK, I guess since we've gone this far, I can't quit now. Got to get back up on the horse that threw me, right?"

That gave me an idea. I rolled over on my back. "Let's try something. Get on top of me, like a cowgirl riding a horse."

"Like this?" she said as she threw her leg over my pelvis and settled down on top of me.

"That's it." I moved my hips a little to bring my 'stinger' back in contact with her pussy. "This way, you have control. You only have to push down as much as you feel is comfortable."

That worked. Cindy put her weight on her hands and moved her hips over me. She lowered her body down slowly, and this time when my cock slipped past her tight entrance I felt her open up easily. She began bobbing up and down a little bit, just taking in a couple of inches at a time. When she got my shaft back in about halfway, she stopped, leaned over, and stared down at where our bodies were merging.

"Man, that looks so weird," she said. "I can't believe that thing is going in me, and it doesn't hurt, or not as much anyway." Cindy was up to the challenge now. She pressed down harder, and I pushed up a little from under her, and with no more tears or screams the rest of my prick gradually slid up into her tight pussy. "Wow," she sighed softly, "I'm getting fucked."

Now that she was used to the feeling, it was as if she couldn't get enough. She started bobbing up and down with all her energy, taking my full length on each downward stroke. Cindy had turned into a wild animal. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she was grunting with each thrust.

I knew that as fast as she was fucking me I would be coming soon. I put my hands on her hips to slow her down a little, but she didn't pay any attention. Soon, I felt my balls tighten and knew it was too late to try to stop anything. I couldn't stop myself from ejaculating. I don't think she even knew what had happened, she just kept bouncing.

Even with the help of modern medicine, I could feel my erection beginning to wilt. When my prick finally fell out on one of her upward movements, Cindy groaned, and flattened herself on top of me, exhausted. I wasn't sure if she had managed to bring herself to an orgasm, but from the way she was smiling and sighing, it was obvious that she had enjoyed the experience. Mission accomplished.

For a change, both girls were quiet. Finally Denise said, "That was totally rad. Cinders, you are now a full-fledged sex maniac. I thought you were going to crush him. So, how was it? Still think I was lying?"

Cindy lifted her head up, smiled and asked me, "Did I hurt you?"

"That's supposed to be my line," I grinned.

Cindy headed for the bathroom to clean up. Denise came over to the bed, dropped her towel, and said, "Are you ready to give me a good licking now?"

But by then I was in no mood for further sexual activity. It's amazing how quickly a person's emotional state and mindset can change in those few moments after an orgasm. I had gone almost immediately from a state of highly charged erotic delight to one of severe depression. The reality and consequences of what I had done were suddenly unleashed from wherever my mind had hidden them. I knew that instead of 'saving' these girls from anything, I probably had only encouraged them to pursue a sexually active lifestyle. And worse, I was afraid I had put an end to whatever life Dianne and I might have had in the future.

I snapped at Denise to put her nightgown on, and I left the room before Cindy returned. I think both girls sensed how I felt, and I did not see or hear from them for the rest of the night, a night that I spent wrestling with the demons my conscience continued throwing at me. After several sleepless hours, I decided that all I could do was attempt to put this horrible weekend behind me, and try to pick up my life where it had been before Friday night.

By the time Dianne came home the next day, Denise had gone home, and I was still in a state of shock. Cindy and I seemed to be avoiding each other. When we did find ourselves in the same room we could not even look at each other. If Dianne detected anything unusual in our behavior, she didn't show it. She did seem to act a little upset when Cindy told here that Denise had been there the whole weekend, but she didn't say anything except to apologize to me for having to put up with two girls for so long.

One outcome of my sleepless night was that I had decided that I really wanted to continue my relationship with Dianne, no matter how difficult it would be. And for a few weeks things seemed to be normal, but Dianne began to sense that there was something different in our relationship, but she was determined to work through it.

When we eventually tried to have sex, I found that my conscience kept getting in the way and kept me from being able to perform. She was gracious and understanding, but I knew that this was going to be a tough hurdle to get past. It was only because she was such a terrific lady that I even made the effort. Finally,after making out in my car one night like a couple of teenagers, we began having a normal, healthy sexual relationship.

Amazingly, things eventually did go back to normal. In fact, a few months later, I asked Dianne to marry me. She accepted, and a few weeks later we were married in a small, quiet ceremony. I had talked privately with Cindy about my becoming her stepdad, and thought we had worked out an agreement that would let us put our past behind us and move on as a family.

But I guess I still didn't understand just how self-centered and sexually adventurous Cindy was. A few months after the wedding, when Dianne and I were just settling into a normal, married routine, Cindy cornered me one evening when her mother was out and told me that she had another 'game' she wanted to play. She had one more trick up her sleeve (or up her skirt) that involved me, and this one was the strangest of all.

But I've taken up enough of your time for now. I'll save that story for another time.