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From the Basement to Paul's and Beyond (M+g+ nc ped bdsm ws)


 1.  Getting acquainted

     The improvement in Mary's attitude from having Tegan with her was
immediate.  When we got back from Paul's orgy I had to leave for a
couple of days, but I reviewed the security tapes when I returned.  She and
Tegan looked to have performed all their duties in addition to playing,
cleaning the suite, exercising, studying and so forth.  They both stayed
naked while I was gone, my standing orders unless I directed them to wear
something, and didn't seem to notice or care about the other's body, no
kissing or sex play, even when they sat one night watching television, each
on one end of the couch with their knees hiked up and their little pussies
spread in full view of the other.  

     It was apparent they were chattering back and forth all the time.  Most
of it was completely silly, playing with Mary's Barbie dolls and making
up stories to go along with it, but I did catch one interesting snippet while
they were cleaning the bathroom:

     "How come he didn't trade you at Paul's?" asked Tegan.

     "I don't know," Mary replied.  "He said I was too young."

     "Oh," Tegan answered.  There was a pause while they rinsed out the
shower they had been scrubbing.  "How old are you?"

     "Six."

     "I'm six too."

     "Oh."

     "Is he nice to you?" Tegan asked.

     "I don't know."

     "He lets you have toys."

     "Don't you have toys?"

     "No, just Edgar."  Edgar was Tegan's teddy bear, her only possession
aside from her clothes, and there weren't very many.

     "Oh."

     "He slept with us at Paul's," said Tegan.

     "He always sleeps with us, that's nice, I guess."

     "My master never sleeps with me."

     "Oh."

     "You think he'll sleep with us tonight?"

     "I think so," answered Mary.

     They were cleaning the mirrors at this point and the conversation
dissolved in silliness when the rag squeaked and both girls starting
squeaking too.  

     "Do you have to pee for him?" Mary asked, both girls giggling, "It's
nasty."

     Tegan apparently said no, difficult to say through their tittering.

     "He said he might hurt me, does he hurt you?" Tegan asked.

     "No, he spanks me, but it doesn't hurt, because he rubs me and stuff."

     "Oh," said Tegan. "He said he would whip me if I was bad."

     "He whips me sometimes, but not because I'm bad."

     "Does it hurt?"

     "No, it's soft, but it stings a little."

     "Oh," said Tegan.  "He said it would hurt."

     "That's the bamboo one."

     "Oh.  What's bamboo?"

     "I don't know, wood I think.  He whipped Rachel, but only for
awhile."

     "Was she bad?"

     "Uh huh, she wouldn't swim and exercise and do things he asked her."

     "Oh."

     They were quiet for awhile, cleaning the floor, working from the back
towards the door.

     "Did master whip you?" asked Mary.  Apparently she thought "master"
was a name. 

     "No, he didn't let me eat if I didn't do things."

     "Oh.  Did he spank you?"

     "No.  He came and got me from my room and I had to do things with
him and then he put me back in my room."

     "Oh."

     "I don't want to go back there again, I want to be with you."

     They may have talked a few times more like that, but I couldn't listen
to the whole tape.  It confirmed what I had gleaned from my earlier
conversation with Tegan.  Apparently she was just used as a sex toy by her
owner.  But other than sex, apparently he didn't care to be with her.  That
was a strange attitude to me, I loved being with my girls.  But, different
strokes I guess.

     I had arrived back the previous night very late, and stayed upstairs so
I could sleep in.  By the time I was up and around and checked in on the
girls, they had already finished lunch.  They were in the kitchen cleaning
their plates and chattering, and didn't hear me come in until I walked into
the kitchen.

     "Hey girls!"

     Both of them were startled and turned half around to face me, their
dishes still held over the sink.

     "Go ahead and finish up, I'm going to grab something to drink.  You
already ate I see?"

     "Yes sir," said Mary, dropping back into her subservient voice.

     "So, what did you girls eat?"

     Both of them started to talk at once, and looked at each other, Mary
actually cracking a little smile, before going all modest again.  Tegan
spoke up first.

     "We had Skippy's peanut butter and Welch's grape jelly and Wonder
Bread bread."  She giggled when she realized she had said bread twice, but
kind of clammed up when she noticed Mary wasn't going along with her.

     "Oh, okay; yummy, a classic."  I cracked a diet pop and sat down at
the kitchen table to watch them finish up.  Tegan kept looking at Mary,
like she was searching for cues how to act.  I preferred that it be the other
way around.  When they were done with the dishes and had dried their
hands they came over to stand by the table.

     "Sit girls, we'll play around later, I'm just hanging out for a minute. 
Looks like you did all your chores?"

     "Yes sir," they both said, sitting down at the table with me, looking at
me expectantly.

     "Good, good.  So, Tegan, what do you normally eat for lunch?"

     "Oh, lot's of things."

     "That's nice, like what?"

     She sat back for a moment to think.  "I eat Chef Boy-R-Dee, and
Sunkist Tuna, and Wonder Bread and Kraft May-o-naise, and I eat
Stoofers meatloaf and Stoofers macaroni with cheese and Stoofers . . . "

     And so on for a good two minutes, listing four of five Stouffer's
frozen food products, several kinds of canned pasta goods, and that was
about it.  I noticed how carefully she had paid attention to the brand
names.  I was always very careful to choose national brands so there would
be no way for the girls to know what city they were in.  That was
obviously an appropriate precaution.

     ". . . and milk, but I don't know what its name is, because there's no
label."

     And then she clammed up, with the cutest little expression on her face,
as if she was proud she remembered it all.

     "Well," I asked, "You ate all those things just for lunch?  What about
dinner?"  I braced myself for the impact.

     "Same things for dinner," she said, as if I should have known.

     "Okay, what about breakfast?"

     She launched off again, but it was a very short list.  "I eat Cheerios
and Rice Krispies and milk."

     "That's all?  No eggs or pancakes or anything like that?"

     She brightened up, her eyebrows raising.  "I got to eat eggs at Paul's!"

     "That's nice."

     But she wasn't quite done, it seemed.  "And once a sin-on-mun bun,
and once I ate toast, but that looked like bread, and . . ."

     "Okay, I get the idea, thank you Tegan.  What did you girls eat while
I was gone?"

     Tegan seemed to think she was still on stage.  "I don't know all of it,
because it didn't have labels on it, but there was . . . "

     And she was off again, describing it all as best she could.  It was
abundantly clear this poor girl was food obsessed, due to the extremely
limited menu she had with her owner.  Apparently all she had was a
microwave, a small fridge for the milk and a can opener.  The question
was, if she had to go back to that, would the cornucopia she was going to
experience here be kindness or cruelty?  I always bought whatever the girls
wanted, within the bounds of decent nutrition.  I didn't see any reason not
to, being pointlessly mean was not my thing.  

     In fact, I enjoyed treating the girls.  There was always frozen steaks,
shrimp and ice cream in the freezer, cookies in the cupboards, good cheese
and bread, and all the junk stuff they craved, like pizza and tater tots, that
kind of thing.  I had frozen meals for them too, but really superb stuff that
I bought from a local catering firm.  Their lasagna was one of the best I've
ever eaten, and it was Rachel's favorite of course.

     I went out of my way to treat them.  I lived in a very upscale
neighborhood, quite a drive from the nearest commercial center.  I liked
to bring home McDonald's and take-out food for the girls, but once I
discovered that milk shakes wouldn't last the trip and the fries were cold,
I had a small freezer and warming oven installed in the back of my Lexus
utility vehicle.  Nothing too good for my pets.  Why not if you could
afford it?  It's not like it was really any trouble, I had to eat too.

     When Tegan was done with her list, doing exactly what I told her to
do of course, I looked over at Mary and raised my eyebrows.  She actually
gave me just the smallest of smiles back, a little crack in her armor.  

     "Thank you Tegan.  Mary, why don't you show Tegan where the
cookbooks are sometime, and you girls can make pancakes and french toast
for breakfast, and eggs, since Tegan apparently likes eggs."

     "Rachel cooked," she said.

     "Yes, I know, because Rachel couldn't live without pancakes, but you
should both learn to cook too, it's a useful skill to learn.  It will be fun,
showing Tegan all the things you can do with eggs, right?"

     Tegan seemed to think so, she was following our conversation intently,
looking back and forth between us.

     "Okay," Mary said, with a little enthusiasm.  She gave Tegan a smile
when they made eye contact.

     "Good.  Well, why don't you girls go get ready and we'll hang out on
the couch for awhile, watch a little TV together while you digest, and then
we'll play around.  If you're good, I'll go get Chinese for dinner."

     "Sweet and sour shrimp?" Mary said, very quietly, not looking up.

     I was really surprised by that.  Normally she would just say "okay"
and kept her feelings to herself.  I reached out and tweaked her on the
nose.

     "Sweet and sour shrimp it is, my love, and I know you'll be good, you
always are."

     She smiled a little again and looked down, embarrassed.  Well!  Three
smiles from Mary in one sitting, that was an occasion to celebrate.  I
noticed Tegan looked confused, she was biting her lower lip, and I knew
she wanted to say something.

     "Tegan, have you ever had Chinese?"

     "No sir.  I read about it.  Chow me-in and you eat it with chopsticks? 
What are chopsticks?"

     "Oh, it's chow mein," I said, pronouncing it correctly.  At least
apparently her owner had given her something to read.  "I'll show you
what chopsticks are tonight.  I'll get sweet and sour shrimp, and chow
mein, and duck, and General Tso's chicken and moo shoo pork and all
kinds of stuff.  You girls can heat up the leftovers for lunches."

     Tegan just shook her head up and down, trying to process the words
I had said.  I sent them off to the bathroom, and I could hear them talking. 
Tegan said "moo?" and Mary replied, "moooo shooooo", and that set them
off giggling all the way to the bathroom.  God I love them, I thought,
watching their naked fannies bounce away.

     We met back on the couch and spent some time flipping channels, the
girls on either side of me.  I had my arms around them, and they were idly
playing with my cock through my open robe.  When the show ended we
were watching and there was nothing else particularly good on the TV, I
switched it to a soft music channel.

     "Tegan, kneel down on the couch and suck me, and Mary, you get
underneath Tegan and lick her, get her ready, okay?"

     "Yes sir," both girls said, all business.  They knew that they were
required to give their best in a situation like this or suffer the
consequences.

     I settled back into the couch and watched the girls get shifted around. 
It was a great place to be, one hand on Tegan's soft curls in my lap while
her warm, soft mouth engulfed my cock, and the other on her silky ass
cheeks, with Mary's body stretched out beyond.  

     "Mary, play with yourself a little for me, will you?  You should get
yourself ready too."

     She was too busy at the moment with her tongue working on Tegan's
snatch to acknowledge my directions, but she opened her legs and dipped
her hands between them to rub her pussy lips like she knew I wanted her
to, pushing the lips together as she stroked back and forth, opening them
up and exposing herself, switching back and forth to give me different
views.  My cock shot a warm wave of pleasure through my body as it
began to get warmed up in Tegan's mouth and I sighed with contentment. 
Perfect.

     I was ready to fuck, but I waited until Tegan began to respond.  Even
if she didn't want to, Mary's licking would cause her vagina to lubricate
a little, and that's all I needed.  Once inside, the vagina would respond and
moisten sufficiently for a time before lubricant became necessary.  I
reached out and felt down into the crack of Tegan's ass and found her
anus, which clenched when I ran my finger over it.  She was a small girl,
and it was easy to reach over her ass cheeks and down far enough to feel
her vagina opening beyond.  I stuck the end of my finger inside the warm
hole and helped her get ready, just lightly massaging it.  She was ready
enough, but I laid back a little longer, just to take in the feel of Tegan's
mouth, so soft and wet, giving me little sucking sensations as she rocked
back and forth, her tongue sweeping around the shaft.  I had no complaints
about her technique, and I was soon in jeopardy of cumming against my
will.

     "Okay girls," I said, patting Tegan on the ass.  I gave them new
directions as they got up from their positions, wiping their mouths.  

     "Mary, grab some lubricant and a couple towels from the bedstand,
just in case, okay?  Tegan sit in my lap facing me, and take it in, nice and
slow."

     Tegan crawled up next to me and lifted one leg over my lap while I
guided her with my hands cupping her bottom cheeks.

     "Mary, help put it inside, will you?"

     "Yes sir."

     Mary kneeled down on the floor in front of us and reached into my
lap, taking my cock and guiding it to Tegan's entrance.

     "Okay," she said.

     "Good, hold it there, that's it.  Good girl."

     Tegan began to sink onto the head of my cock as I held her bottom
tight, making sure she didn't falter on the way down.  The initial
penetration of a girl this young was always the tricky part, they were tight
and delicate and you had to go carefully.  Once inside it was much easier.
I could feel my glans sliding inside and up her channel a bit, the shaft
behind in Mary's hands.  It was just incredible, smooth, hot and tight, very
much like Mary's pussy, hardly any difference in feel.  I moaned as it sunk
in further and further, until my hands met the top of my thighs.

     "Ohhh, good, sweetie pie, you are sooo nice.  Mary, come up and sit
by me."

     Tegan ignored the complement, her breath coming fast, concentrating
on her job.  Mary came up on the couch and snuggled against my side. 
There wasn't anything for her to do in this position, she couldn't reach
Tegan's delicate regions while she was pressed in my lap, and that's where
I wanted her.  So she just curled up and waited her turn.  Of course, she
was performing an important function of exciting the heck out of me -
nothing like penetrating one cutie while another sits naked against your
side.

     Tegan was moving up and down now, her movements dictated by the
grip I had on her bottom cheeks, a pretty good substitute for a pair of tits,
given how full and soft they were.  I wish little girls had breasts, but the
trade off was acceptable indeed.  What she was doing to my cock was
indescribable, sort of like a tight blow job by a pussy, except better, more
exciting.  Regardless of what I wished, there was no escaping from the
overwhelming feeling of the tip of my cock parting her insides and then
sliding back down for another run back up into the silky interior.  It was
very difficult to keep from cumming, but I was experienced in doing so
and managed to hold on.

     Tegan and Mary differed in one respect.  While it was difficult to
make Mary have an orgasm, Tegan was on a hair trigger very quickly, if
the sensation was enough.  I remembered her cumming for me at Paul's,
once at the bidet and twice while I gave her cuddlies on the bed, until she
couldn't take anymore and tried to crawl away from me.  She was building
up now, her head thrown back, breathing in short gasps, making little
huffing sounds.  I let her go a bit, as her hips wanted to move faster than
my hands, and she settled into a quicker and shallower rhythm, just
moving a couple of inches up and down.  

     I moved my hands to her flanks, running up and down her body,
staying away from her sensitive arm pits, extending my hands around her
bottom and back up while she got closer and closer.  Her head fell forward
in a cascade of hair and she began to moan and make little sounds, "uh,
uh, uhhhh!"  Finally she stopped moving, and I quickly tightened my ass
up, driving my cock inside before she came, triggering her off, her vagina
tightening and then contracting in spasms as she came, "oh, oh, ohhhhh!". 
She held her breath and had one more big contraction that made me groan
from being squeezed, and then went totally slack in my arms, gasping for
air against my chest, still impaled to the hilt with a spike of rock hard
cock, causing her to have little after shocks that made her moan and
twitch.

     I was thrilled by her orgasm, but I thought it best to say nothing, and
just held her while she recovered a little.  Long before she wanted to, I'm
sure, my hands found her bottom and insisted on her moving it up and
down again.  Yes, Tegan, I thought, I'm nice.  But I can also be mean, and
here's your next lesson.  I was going to make her bounce on my cock until
she came again, and a third time if I felt like it, I didn't care if she cried
all the way through it, I wanted that, to taste her tears as unwanted
orgasms tore through her little body.

     "Go honey, go."

     Tegan set her grip on my shoulders, took a deep breath and began to
move, guided by my hands.  I made her set a faster pace this time, as she
was well lubricated.  What this was doing to my cock would have been
pure sweet agony if I was focused on it, but fortunately I was more
interested in what it was doing to Tegan and the sensations from my unit
weren't forcing me to cum before her.  

     The rapid movements inside her little cunt quickly got to her, and her
breath was soon huffing in time to her thrusts.  I was counting the times
I bottomed out inside her before she came, just to put something else in
my mind besides the sensations of being quickly beat off by little girl
pussy, no away I could have lasted otherwise.  Thirty seven, thirty eight
. . .

     The next wave hit her by surprise, and me too.  Before I could
penetrate her fully, her vagina seized up solid, locking me in about half
way.  Tegan's body shuddered as she squealed, "no, no, noooo!" and came
anyway, over and over in wracking bursts.  When it was over she
collapsed completely, a lifeless doll in my arms, her breathing ragged and
tears running down her cheeks.  And still there I was, solidly packed inside
her vagina as it spasmed over and over while I urged it on, giving her little
thrusts with my hips.

     I let her recover a little longer, but I could sense that her lubrication
was failing, and insisted that she pump again.  This time I had to do most
of the work, lifting her against me by her bottom.  She tried, despite tears
and a little whining, and after a couple dozen strokes did manage to
control her arms and legs, but it was as I predicted, she was drying up, and
before my cock began to grab at her flesh I lifted her off my cock at the
top of a stroke and set her back down in my lap, my cock sticking up
behind her, resting in the crack of her bottom.

     "I'm sorry, sir," she said, between gasps.

     "Not at all," I said, brushing back her hair from her face.  "You did
you best, all the way to end.  Give me a kiss."

     Tegan obviously was not used to kissing, and I almost had to chuckle
at the way she moved her mouth around as I tried to give her a deep kiss. 
Ah well, I thought, she'll learn.  I rested her head against my shoulder and
rubbed her back.  She had indeed done well, the clock showed that she had
been fucking me for almost twenty five minutes!  Quite a long time for a
girl so small.

     "Okay, Mary, you're up.  Put some lube on me if you need to, my
love."

     I lifted Tegan off to the left and sat her next to me, wrapping my arm
around her.  Mary wouldn't need me to guide her as much, so I could
spare a hand.  She waited for Tegan to clear, wiped off my cock with a
moistened towel to remove any stickiness and settled into my lap, reaching
underneath me to guide the tip into the folds of her vulva.  She knew I
would rather take her natural rather than with lube, and she knew how to
lubricate herself.  I hadn't spent all those months teaching her without it
paying off, Mary was an accomplished fuck bunny, in spite of her modesty
and shyness.

     I began to get excited again as she worked, feeling her gently play the
glans through her inner lips, stopping to settle it into her entrance and pick
up little bits of moisture until it was sliding freely around in the center of
the little crater floor at the bottom of her lips, where the twin vents of her
pee hole and vagina were giving off their heat.  When she felt it was time
she stopped and placed the tip at the opening and gradually sank down on
it, letting it gently part her flesh and disappear inside.  I closed my eyes
to feel the ultimate sensation of being swallowed, comparing it to Tegan
and finding no fault.  Both girls were exquisite.

     When she had it rammed all the way home she shifted her hips and
arms to settle into place, and once again started her ride, while I rested my
right hand on her bottom, just letting it slide up and down the outside
curve as she worked, curving the fingers to run inside her crack to feel the
soft inside of her bottom.  I noticed Tegan had recovered sufficiently to
watch, and I bent down to kiss her on the forehead.  This was new to her
of course, aside from what happened at Paul's.  I don't know if she liked
it or not, but it was certainly warm and close, all huddled up together,
fucking.  

     Normally Mary could go like this until she dried up.  She would start
to tire, breathe heavy and perspire a little, but she didn't have Tegan's
problem of cumming practically to death.  Occasionally she would have an
orgasm, but it wasn't like she sought them out, they just happened when
things were going very hot and heavy.  I don't know if it was Tegan's
performance, but tonight I sensed a change.  Her hips were pumping out
of her normal rhythm, faster and more insistent than usual.  I could have
slowed her down, I didn't want to cum yet after all, but I let her go and
tried to focus on what was happening to her rather than the overwhelming
feelings coming from my cock as it ached to cum and get it over with.  It
always had a mind of its own of course.

     Mary was now shifting herself back into me, putting pressure on the
forward part of her vagina and bottoming out with her clitoris jammed into
my pelvis.  I almost held my breath I was so scared she would lose the
mood.  She was making little sounds in her throat, not like Tegan's
groaning and moaning, just little, "ummm" sounds, but rhythmic. 
Suddenly her lips parted as a shiver ran through her and she began to
breathe through her mouth, her face scrunching up in concentration.  Like
Tegan, she lost the full stroke and got her butt closer to me, grinding
herself into me rather than stroking my cock as much.  I felt her body
began to quiver from the effort, her muscles all tensed up.

     I still didn't move, I just left my hand where it was, lightly engaged
on her bottom.  I knew if I stroked her body it would help, but I figured
it would also make her aware that I knew she was trying to cum, and that
would have been the end of that, I was sure, I could sense it.  I laid back
very carefully to watch her, but it happened quickly, without warning.  She
stopped and clenched my cock hard, a very firm grip that almost made me
cum.  She stayed like that for a second, a little squealing sound coming
from her mouth, and then she was loose again.  Right away she pumped
her hips against me hard several times, until it happened again.  This time
she let it all out, "Uh uh uh, oooooohhhhhhh!!"   Like Tegan, she
collapsed in my arms.

     I still said nothing just very softly moved my hand over her bottom,
stroking over both cheeks and giving her little squeezes, just an
acknowledgement between the two of us.  I could see she was fighting
hard to start up again, to do her duty, and I felt sorry for her.  I was going
to let her go anyway, that's what I wanted after all, but I was so close to
cumming now that it was too dangerous.  Instead I gripped her bottom as
she tried to rise up.

     "Easy girl, let's just lay here for a minute and we'll finish up on the
bed."

     "Yes sir," she said, softly, her chest still heaving for breath.  I reached
my hand up and pressed against her back, making her sink into me,
holding her close, still impaled inside her to the hilt.  It was so good, just
hard up and ready to squirt, buried in hot girl flesh, but without any
movement, tamped back and waiting to explode, right in that sweet spot
of near orgasm.  I could have twitched my hips and cum, I was so close.

     "Sir?"

     It was Tegan, still lying against me with my arm wrapped around her. 
I could see I had gripped her waist hard during the past few minutes, the
flesh was a little red.

     "Yes, girl?"

     "Can I go pee, sir?"

     "Sure, use the bidet over there, stand up so I can watch," I said with
a wicked grin.  I lifted my arm so she could get up.

      It wasn't really necessary to the afternoon's proceedings, I had plenty
of stimulation after all, but I thought I would get her used to the fact that
I liked to make the girls play uncomfortable games now and then.  Tegan
was going to end up one of these days tied to the wall being lightly
whipped and butt-fucked and left to hang there until she peed herself.  She
wasn't going to like that much, but I would.  In fact, her orgasm problem
pretty much assured that she was also going to spend time strapped down
on the leather horse with a vibrating block pressed against her pussy for
way longer than she would ever want.  Oh yes, I was nice - most of the
time, just like she said about being at Paul's.

     For now I just enjoyed holding Mary while Tegan walked over to the
wall in the restraint area and backed into the bidet, looking down to make
sure she was going to pee inside it.  It took her a minute of concentration,
her hands on her knees as she squatted, but finally it came, a nice long
pee.  Some girls peed explosively in big irregular blasts and some were
more delicate, peeing in a tiny little tubular stream.  Tegan was on the
light side, a very lady like pisser, delightful to watch as the pee appeared
between her rosy pussy lips, cracked wide as she squatted down.  Very
nasty indeed, as Mary had put it.  She turned on the bidet to wash, and
toweled herself dry before coming back over to the couch.

     "Let's shift," I said, patting Mary on the bottom.

     It was Mary's turn to wash up, so I laid on the bed and motioned
Tegan over for starters.

     "Put some lube on my cock, dear, this position is kind of tight."

     She retrieved the bottle and a couple of towels and slathered me up,
doing a very nice job of it, sensual and slow.  I patted her on the bottom
to indicate my appreciation.

     "Good, now up on the bed with me, straddle me facing my legs and
slide it inside."

     Tegan knew that position and did as she was told.  Mary was back
with us now and helped guide my cock inside.  Fortunately the hiatus had
cooled me off some, and I could take the renewed sensation of my cock
tip slowly sliding up into her.

     "Okay, now lean back and bring your legs together, between mine, I'll
hold you."

     She obviously had not done this position before, and was unsure about
what she was supposed to do.  I helped lift her up while she got herself
arranged.  I could feel my penis trapped in a soft vise as her legs closed,
and Tegan hissed in her breath.  I shifted around a little until we were
properly engaged, Tegan leaning back and supporting herself by her arms,
her butt in my lap with my cock poking up into her.

     "Alright now, up and down, but slide your hips into mine or you'll
lose me.  I'll help."

     I had a good grip on her waist as she started to move, forcing her to
move back and forth as much as up and down, matching the angle of my
cock.  After a couple of minutes she was moving about right, though
obviously her muscles weren't used to this position.  She was already
showing signs of being tired, as well as being affected by the tight contact.

     But for my attention on the girl, it would have been difficult for me
to maintain, but now as I was rubbing my hands all over her body, from
her nipples down to her little mouse compressed between her legs, it began
to tell.  My cock was being squeezed hard by her pussy flesh, sucked in
and out as she moved and I began to twitch and climb towards my release. 
I was saved once more by Tegan, as she started to show real signs of
distress, refocusing my attention towards propping her up and keeping her
moving.

     Her pussy was really turned on by the lap fucking in the couch, but
this was too much, the way she was smashed around me.  My cock was
riding up against the top of her vaginal canal right against where her "g"
spot resided, and her clitoris was being massaged by her own lips as they
rubbed.  I was keeping her legs tight together with my own, countering her
natural tendency to spread them apart and relieve the pressure.  

     She quickly fell apart, her arms buckling as she started to come.  I
bent my knees up and thrusted into her hard, keeping her in place with my
hands surrounding her waist.  Her hair was whipping around on my chest
as bucked and heaved, gasping for air, crying and moaning, until with a
final "uhh ohhhhhh!" she was done, limp on top of me, my cock still
locked hard inside her.

     I blew her hair off of my mouth and reached up to stroke it back into
place.

     "Nice, Tegan, really nice.  You'll get that down soon.  Mary's turn, I
think."

     I dumped her off me and onto the bed, where she landed with a
muffled "oomph", and tossed a towel in her lap to wipe her tears.  Leaving
her to recover on her own, I patted Mary on the bottom to indicate she
could mount me.  Mary had been sitting by us on the bed watching, since
there was nothing for her to do.  If Tegan's legs had been apart, I would
have placed her between them, let her assault her clit with her tongue. 
Next time.

     I didn't need to worry about Mary, she knew the position.  She
checked my cock for slickness, and finding it a little dry, smeared some
more lube on it with her own swirling technique.  It was really aching
now, and I figured I would just let Mary pump until I came off inside her,
that would be nice.

     As Mary knew how to move in this position and her arms were used
to supporting her, that left my hands free, and I let them roam over Mary's
tummy and down to feel her lips sticking up between her legs.  After being
free for a moment, the first sensation of plunging into little girl pussy flesh
again was like coming home, and I thought I was going to lose it right
there.  Somehow I managed to resist and concentrate on the feel of the girl
through my hands.

     Now it was Mary's turn to get heated up, as she often did in this
position, though seldom cumming.  If a girl could cum from vaginal sex,
having an man's cock riding up into her like this would do the trick.  I
couldn't see her face, but I could hear making the little "um" sounds in her
throat.  She began to push down into my lap insistently, and her head came
back, spilling her long, fine hair on my chest.  Before I was ready to cum,
she let out a long sigh and stiffened up, her cunt tightening on me again. 
This time I helped out, reaching down to massage her pussy lips into her
clit as she came.  

     I let her go, shuddering a few more times, while I helped keep her up,
shifting my hands to hold her by her waist.  I was so thrilled by her
cumming on her own like that again that I quite lost touch of my own
situation, and managed to hold it in.  The obedient girl regained control of
her arms and legs and began to start moving into a stroke, but I prevented
her from getting started, wrapping my arms around her tummy and pulling
her to me.

     "That's it, relax for a minute," I cooed in her ear.  "That was really
nice."

     She remained tense for a few seconds, but gave in to my grip and laid
back on my chest, breathing deeply.  She could have kept it up longer,
unlike Tegan her orgasms didn't wipe her out, they were very soft and
polite, you could almost say.  But having held out for so long, I had
something special in mind for my cock, which was complaining bitterly
about not cumming, throbbing and twitching inside Mary's hot little pussy,
which made her shiver.  I gave her a few minutes and then patted her on
her mons.

     "Up girl, I'm ready to cum, but you girls are going to have to work for
your dinner."

     Mary turned around and gave me a look, like she was thinking, uh oh,
what now?

     "Mary, you get on one side, and Tegan, you crawl over on this side. 
Cross your legs over the top of me and trap my cock between your pussies,
you understand what I mean?"

     "I think so," said Mary.  I think she was relieved that it wasn't
something worse.

     She got in the correct position, maybe she had seen me at Paul's or
someone else had made her do it, but she understood what was supposed
to happen.  Tegan was clueless, so I helped her place her legs, scissored
around Mary's.  Getting engaged was pretty clumsy going, and Mary
actually giggled a little.  Tegan was more serious, concerned that she do
the right thing.

     Finally the girls had their legs placed right, so I grabbed their bottoms
from underneath and pulled them together, making them crab walk a little,
leaned back on their hands to move their bodies closer.  Their pussies met
with my cock sticking up between them, and keeping one hand under them
for support, I reached up to shift it so that it was centered between their
lips.

     "Okay, closer now, smash your pussies together, that's it!  Stay like
that now and pump up and down."

     I took one set of butt cheeks in each hand and manhandled the girls,
practically beating off with their pelvises, like I was smashing two big
breasts around my cock.  I could see the head peek up between their lips,
and I could tell it was rubbing right over their clits by the reactions of the
girls, both of them in a state of distress from the pressure.  It wasn't
comfortable at all to have their clits rubbed this way, even with all the
leftover lube sloshing around in there, but that wasn't my concern.

     Aside from being delighted with the view, I wanted to really nail the
girls with cum, and I concentrated on keeping my cock pointed straight up
and down.  In terms of sensation, this was nowhere near as exciting as
being inside the warm, tight sock of their pussies, but after all the waiting
it didn't matter, a few more strokes and I was ready.

     The girls were really having difficulty now, and I was doing most of
the work, my fingers digging hard into their bottoms as I held them
together hard and pumped them up and down.  I held my breath and
quickly reached the edge, letting out my breath in gasps as a warning
dribble came out of the tip.  I timed it just right and came on the up-thrust,
a rush of cum that shot nearly straight into the air, falling back down in
a loop to splatter back in their joined laps, right where into the pocket of
flesh I was fucking into.  I grunted and let go again, but I my glans was
still buried in their lips and the cum squirted out at an angle falling back
on Tegan's mons. 

     Well, I figured, Mary's turn.  I was now being lubricated by my own
cum, and was back in control a little, able to aim my shots.  I thrust up at
an angle just as I came, and splashed a reasonably long stream that arched
over her tummy and splatted home, all the way from her chest to her
pussy.  The last few spurts I let splatter where they wanted to, gleefully
hammering my cock home between their legs until I was spent.  I let go
of their butts, and the girls collapsed, both of them moaning and breathing
hard.  I laid back and enjoyed the afterglow for a moment, my cum
dribbling down the girl's flanks.

     I reached behind me and tossed a towel onto each of their laps.

     "Don't get the bed wet, you're about to lose some off your tummy,
Mary."

     "Yes sir," she said, between breathes, craning her head up to see as she
mopped herself up.

     Tegan snapped to attention at my words as well, and both girls sat up
a bit and worked on getting the cum wiped off us.

     "Whew.  I told you girls you would have to work for your dinner. 
Let's get up and take a quick shower, okay?"

     The girls didn't look quite ready to do anything, they were pretty
played out, but they knew to follow orders and fumbled around on the bed,
crawling off clumsily.  I could see deep red marks on their ass cheeks
where my fingers had dug in, and I stopped the girls briefly to stand in
front of me while I sat on the bed and massaged their cheeks.  I think
Tegan thought I wanted to spank her, the way she stuck her bottom out for
me, and she looked back over her shoulder as I rubbed her cheeks.

     "Nothing," I said in reply to her look.  "Just rubbing out some marks
from where I held your butts there."

     "Yes sir," she said.

     Not that I wouldn't mind spanking her a little, but not tonight.  For
now it was sufficiently pleasant to have two little bottoms lined up for
inspection, running my hands over them.  I gave them both a little pop on
the cheeks when I figured they had enough and followed them into the
main bathroom.

     I considered running a bath, but I was getting pretty hungry, and a
shower would be quicker.  Obviously both girls were about played out, and
swayed unsteadily on their feet as we waited for the water to get hot.

     "Sir?"

     "Yes Mary?"

     "I need to pee, do you want me to . . ."

     "Sure, in the shower is fine, I'd like that."

     No better place to go in my book, the water was already running down
the drain anyway.  When we got inside I joined her, but I didn't pee on
her, as I sometimes did.  It was a very degrading thing to do, and I wasn't
in that mood today.  But I did enjoy watching her, she always did it so
sweetly, squatting down just enough to spread her lips and closing her eyes
modestly.  
     "You can go too, dear, if you need to," I said to Tegan.

     She didn't really, as she only dribbled a little, but she did so anyway
as she knew I wanted her to.  It was a lot of fun, watching two girls piddle
like that, so twisted and delightful.  I never made any bones about being
an evil bastard.

      I let the girls be my shower slave, sitting on one of the built-in
benches while they washed me off, and then standing and leaning forward
as they did my bottom and back.  I made the girls wash each other,
watching with pleasure as their little hands moved over their bodies. 
Naturally I helped a little too, giving them an extra wash just to enjoy the
feel of soap on their bottoms and pussy lips.

     We rinsed off and helped each other dry, and mopped up a little,
tossing all the used towels into a hamper.  I herded them back into the
main room when we were done, and spent some time fondling them as I
sat on the bed, the tired girls standing in front of me to receive the
attention.

     "Okay, enough for now, I'll let you take a nap," I said, patting them
on their backsides.  "I'll wake you up when I get back, with some nice hot
Chinese food."

     The girls were so spent that I didn't really get any reaction, and I
smiled.  They really had a workout that afternoon, both of them had cum
at least twice, and they did most of the work.  I left them tucked into each
other's arms, looking so cute I just had to stand and look at them for a
minute, finally shaking my head in amazement at my good fortune and
walking away reluctantly to get dinner.

     The girls woke up when I entered with the food, and shook the sleep
out of their eyes.  I told them to clean up and meet me in the kitchen,
where I laid out the containers on the table, being very careful as always
to make sure no hint of the restaurant name was left in the bags.  Mary
came into the kitchen to help, bringing plates and silverware, and Tegan
stood by the door, looking at the food with wide eyes, hanging back.

     I prepared her a plate with a little of everything for now, and even
showed her how chopsticks worked, though like Mary she ended up using
a fork.  Mary was a finicky eater, but she knew what she liked, and once
she had a perfect little pile of rice with the sweet and sour shrimp neatly
arranged on top she dug right in.  Tegan was very careful at first, putting
just a little bit of food on her fork and chewing it thoughtfully, moving
from one item to the next.  When she had tried them all she went back and
ate through the plate pretty steadily, and when it was empty, she sat back
and looked regretfully at the bare china.  I knew she was uncertain of her
place in a situation like this.

     "Tegan, eat up, just take whatever you like best, there's plenty of
everything."

     "Don't eat all my shrimp," said Mary, giggling a little. 

     "I bought four containers of them, silly."  I reached over and tossled
her hair.  "You'll be eating shrimp for days."

     She smiled a little, but her mood sobered up a bit.  I think my
attention rattled her a little, we didn't normally interact like this.  Rachel
and I would, but usually Mary just sat and listened, picking at her food. 
She would normally never volunteer conversation.  Tegan was different.

     "Is it okay to put other things in mooo shooooo?" she asked, causing
Mary to grin at the way she said it.

     "Sure, do whatever you want."

     "I think I'll put duck in it, I don't like the sauce much."

     "The sauce with the duck?  I suppose it's an adult taste maybe.  Moo
shoo duck sounds good to me."

     "Mooo duck," said Mary, and both girls fell into a little snickering fit. 
I kept quiet this time, and just let them giggle at each other.

     "Why is called General Tso's chicken?" Tegan asked.

     "I'm not sure.  Maybe the dish was originally served in his honor."

     "Oh.  What's this?" she asked, pointing at a vegetable in the chow
mein.  And we were off again.  She asked about twenty more questions
about the food until she may have sensed I was tired of answering them. 
Mary was following our conversation intently.

     "I like to put the chicken on the fried rice, only I take the carrots and
peas out," Mary said.  Indeed, there was always a neat little pile of orange
and green on the edge of her plate when she was done.

     "Maybe if I asked they could leave them out, but they might be
insulted."

     "How come?" she asked.

     "Well, the cook may feel that's the way it should be done, and leaving
them out wouldn't be right."

     "Oh.  Maybe his family likes peas and carrots," she said, as if that
settled the question.

     I didn't give any hint that I was totally blown away and pleased to
death by what she said.  It was the first time I ever heard her express her
own opinion about anything.  I was very glad, without Rachel meal time
wouldn't be much fun if all I had for company was girls that wouldn't say
anything. 

     The girls filled up their little stomachs pretty quickly, so we wrapped
up the food and put it in the fridge, and I left the girls to their fortune
cookies while I went upstairs for awhile to check for phone messages and
handle a couple things on the internet.  When I got back down the girls
were all cleaned up and waiting for me.  I think they had been chatting
before I came in, but they clammed up and assumed the position, waiting
to see what I wanted.

     "Ah, my beauties, let's watch TV for a bit while you digest your
moooo shooo," I said.  That got a little smile out of both of them, but they
were still wary, wondering what was coming next.   
     "We'll play around a little more before sleep.  Nothing too strenuous
tonight."

     The girls relaxed a bit at that.  Tegan didn't know what to expect of
course, except what Mary might have said.  And Mary, she knew I was
quick to change gears and make her do something really nasty and
uncomfortable.  But tonight I wanted to capitalize on the casual mood set
by dinner, let the girls relax a little.  Not that I wasn't going to fuck them
good later, that was a given.

     We sat on the couch and sipped pop while we messed around a little
and watched TV.  I pulled out the big footrest in the middle so we could
lie back and face the TV while we cuddled together, Mary on one side and
Tegan on the other.  Even though it was quiet time, the girls knew to keep
me happy, and traded off lightly stroking my cock, just petting it while I
rubbed their backs.  I loved the contrast in their skins.  Mary was cream
and sugar, soft and white, while Tegan felt more oriental somehow with
her silky skin, even though both girls were almost the same color really.

     When it got a little later and I could see the girls were starting to
yawn, I sent them off to the bathroom to get ready for another session. 
They came back into the room together, well scrubbed and warm, and
found me sitting on the bed waiting.  Once again I had the two little naked
girls standing at my disposal, and I took full advantage, fondling their
charms with delight while they played with my cock.

     "I'd like to see you girls together for a little bit, you think you could
do that for me?"

     "Yes sir," they said, looking at me with questions in their eyes.  They
were wondering how I wanted them of course.

     "Umm, yes, I think we'll have Mary on the bottom and Tegan on top."

     I patted them on the bottom and moved out of the way, letting them
crawl up on the bed.  Mary laid down and spread her legs and Tegan
started to crawl between them.

     "The other way around, Tegan."

     "Yes sir," she said, puzzled a little bit until she realized her face would
be in Mary's lap.  Then she figured out what was up and settled into place,
kneeling over Mary's face and gently letting her hips fall as Mary wrapped
her hands around her thighs as she watched, looking underneath her. 
When she was in the correct position she let herself lie down on Mary's
tummy and did the same, taking the backs of Mary's thighs in her hands. 
The girls kind of took a breath and then began to lick each other, both at
once.  Mary was much more experienced than Tegan, of course, but Tegan
must have had to lick enough pussy at Paul's to at least know what she
was supposed to do.

     I stood and watched them for a minute, and when I was satisfied they
were giving each other a good workover I crawled up on the bed in back
of them and knelt with my cock rubbing between their soft little bellies,
nice and warm, a contrast of soft flesh and hard cock, not too different
from fucking a pair of breasts.  I often did this with Mary and Rachel,
though naturally there was a lot more flesh involved.  I rubbed Tegan's
back and played with her bottom while the girls made slurping sounds
between each others' legs.  They knew I would insist on a total effort, and
it appeared they were complying.  Both girls were moaning a little as they
worked.

     I enjoyed this for a few minutes and checked Tegan's pussy, running
a finger down her ass crack, over her winkie and into her pussy from
behind.  I could feel Mary's tongue hit my finger as she licked up and
down Tegan's vulva, and she hesitated a bit until she recognized what I
was doing.  

     "Ooh, I want some too, flip over on your back, Tegan," I said,
slapping her ass.

     She rolled over on the bed and I took her position kneeling over Mary,
lowering my cock down near Mary's lips while leaning down to kiss
Tegan's mons, digging my hands underneath her bottom as I worked my
tongue down into her folds.  Normally in a situation like this I would
probably have given her a really intense tongue lashing, but I went lightly
tonight, pleasing myself more than her, pushing her legs together to close
her pussy lips and kissing them, pulling them apart and licking down the
length of her lips.  I laid off giving her clitoris much action, enjoying the
sensation of the rest of her, running my tongue over her freshly washed
ass, giving her shivers.

     Mary in the meantime knew exactly what to do, and I felt her little
hands grab my ass cheeks as soon as I knelt over her, guiding my cock
into her mouth and sucking on it like a baby on a teat.  It was difficult for
her to move up and down in that position, but we had long ago settled on
a pattern of sex in various positions, and without saying anything specific,
we more or less knew that this wasn't a situation where I expected
anything other than being suckled and teased.  

     When I had enough I sucked Tegan's clit between my lips just for a
few seconds, feeling her tense up and shiver, then gave her a couple of
licks and pulled my cock from Mary's mouth, shifting around the other
way, bending over Mary's crotch this time.  I pushed myself into Tegan's
lips and she responded correctly, opening to let the cock come inside.  She
was trying too hard I noticed.

     "Tegan, honey, just suck and lick it when we do this, don't try and
bob your head up and down too much," I said.  "That's better, you can
reach up and rub my bottom, I like that."

     The situation at one end in hand, I surveyed the familiar ground
between Mary's legs.  It didn't matter how many times I had seen it close
up, it still thrilled me.  I loved the way her inner lips flowed so cleanly
down from her clitoris hood to fence off her little depression where her
twin holes dwelled, almost melting into the outer lips at the bottom.  Some
girls had a little ridge between their holes, Tegan had a little flesh there. 
Often there was almost a third set of lips, a surrounding cone of flesh
around the vaginal canal, but Mary was very flat, the cliffs of the inner
lips surrounding what was nearly a plain punched through by her openings. 


     I loved to lick between the inner and outer lips, trace them all the way
down, then out and around her ass and back up the other side, a quick trip
around the clitoris and back down.  I would do that several times and then
dive into the sensitive flesh inside, licking between her holes with gentle
pressure, trying not to tickle her too much.  In spite of being so small, her
vulva was so clean and neat it was easy to be that selective with the tip of
my tongue.  Of course, I had a lot of practice.

     When I had explored enough I called a halt and shooed the girls to
either side of the bed, lying down between them while Tegan wiped her
mouth.  

     "Come up here, Tegan," I said, motioning her on top of me.  "Just ride
me slowly, don't try to make me cum, I want it to last, okay?"

     "Yes sir," she said, although I don't think she was completely sure
what I had in mind.  No matter, I would guide her pace.  I helped her get
in position while she reached under to take my cock in her hand and place
it inside her lips, biting her lower lip in concentration like she did often,
sinking back on it slowly.  Both of us were wet with saliva, so it slid in
very nicely, and then picked up her natural lubrication inside.  I reached
up and pushed her hair over her neck to one side so I could see her face
as she worked, letting my hands roam where they wanted, occasionally
gripping her bottom or waist to slow her down.  I wanted to feel every
inch of her vagina as my cock slid in and out.

     Mary settled into beside me as she always did, and I turned my head
to kiss with her for awhile.  Tonight she was particularly responsive,
kissing back, softer and more accepting.  I left my lips brushing hers for
awhile while we breathed together, closing my eyes to concentrate on the
nerve endings of my cock as it plowed Tegan.

     I was sensitive to Tegan's condition, and although she was moving
smoothly and breathing normal, I could tell she was beginning to warm up,
the cock in her pussy having its effect, even though it was pressing up into
the back of her vagina rather than into the more sensitive flesh at the top. 
When I felt her start to labor just a bit, a couple of little sounds coming
into her breathing,  I patted her on her ass.

     "That's enough for now.  Mary's up."

     I think Mary was a little surprised that I was switching so soon, before
I had made Tegan work too much, but she didn't waste any time getting
in place.  She decided to put a couple drops of lube on the tip of my penis,
and I didn't question her judgement, she knew what her pussy needed. 
Tegan now occupied Mary's spot, and I leaned over to give her a kiss
while Mary finished her preparations.

     Tegan had done a good job, but Mary knew exactly what I wanted
tonight, and did it just right.  She let my cock in very slowly, keeping her
legs a little closer together until they were forced apart by my hips as she
sank in.  When her pussy met my lap she pressed herself into me, nudging
my cock into contact with her cervix just a little, though I couldn't get
maximum penetration in this position.  I could feel a little bump on the tip
of my cock as it briefly passed over the entrance, and could feel Mary
jump a bit at the contact.  When she moved her pussy up and down my
cock it was in slow, smooth strokes, extending all the way until the fringe
of my head escaped her opening, and then back in again, giving it a
squeeze as it passed her outer tissue.  All of this I had trained her to do
over a long period of time, but she had learned well.

     I let Mary get to about the same place as Tegan, not close to working
into an orgasm, but heated up a bit.  Then I patted her on the bottom and
called Tegan up.  I noticed when Mary lay next to me she was breathing
faster, even though her fucking hadn't really called for any effort.

     This time I let Tegan go farther and work a little faster, guiding her
stroke with my hands cupping her ass cheeks.  By this time I was starting
to get in the mood myself, in that delightful phase where you could cum
pretty quickly if you worked at it, maintaining a high level of sensation
and pleasure.  Rather than guide her with my hands I let her maintain her
own pace, letting my palms ride over the curve of her cheeks and down
her thighs, my fingers riding deep inside her butt crack and up underneath
her crotch to brush her lips.

     Tegan started making little sounds, "uh, uh, uh" in time to her
movements, picking up some speed, in spite of herself it seemed, her body
taking over.  Now I cupped her ass cheeks again and slowed her way
down, until I forced her to stop, impaled fully while her breath came in
quick gasps.  I slapped her on the butt again, not too hard.

     "Mary's turn."

     Tegan moaned a little as she got up, curling up beside me breathing
hard.  I could feel her heat on the bed next to my side.  Mary didn't bother
with the lube this time, moving up on top and sliding back on me,
forgetting the extended tease.  I didn't say a thing, just let her go to work,
a little quicker rhythm this time, her head up and eyes closed, and her
hands gripping the sheets.  I stroked her flanks and bottom as she moved,
giving her a little push with my pelvis when she bottomed out. 
Fortunately I had already cum once that day, or I never would have been
able to stand it.  My cock was really throbbing now, and I would have
been glad to cum.  But not yet.

     This time it was Mary's turn to get hot, and I heard the little squeaks
in her throat as I was kissing Tegan.  I let her get as close as I dared, and
then gave her the same treatment, grabbing one of her cheeks in each hand
and slowing her down until her hips were grinding against me.  Oh no you
don't, I thought.  I gave her a good pop on the butt this time, it made her
jump a little and I felt Tegan jerk from the sound.

     "Tegan's up, Mary.  Check the lubrication for her, will you?"

     Tegan was quick to mount me, poking her ass back kind of wildly
before I grabbed her by the waist to settle her down.  I felt Mary rub some
lube on my cock and guide it into Tegan's hole, Tegan taking over,
pushing herself back into the stiff pole.  As soon as it was home she
started to stroke it in earnest, while Mary flopped down on the bed next
to me, face up, panting a little, her legs spread apart.  I ignored her for the
moment and focused on Tegan, urging her on, rubbing her all over with
my hands, especially up and down her flanks and over her bum.

     This time I was going to let her go, and try to maintain myself.  This
was unusual for Tegan, this kind of intense sex was normally too much for
her and she would cry and moan.  I didn't want to miss this self-induced
orgasm, but it wasn't easy, just the sight of her above me, slapping back
and forth, her hair bouncing and chest heaving, it was enough to make you
cum just to look at her.  She drove herself back hard a few times, opening
her mouth and making her little cries, and then stopped dead about half
way down.  I did it just right this time, pushing her bottom down into me
and lifting my hips up, nailing her very deep as she came.  I almost had
to laugh for pure joy she was so cute, making her little cries, her body
shuddering.  For the last time that day she laid limp on top of me,
groaning as my cock lay stiff inside her.  I rolled over and dumped her on
the bed, and reached for Mary.

     She didn't need any prompting, rolling over and straddling me as soon
as Tegan was off.  My cock was plenty slick from both their wet pussies,
and Mary was hotter than when she left the last time.  I let her take a few
strokes and then really surprised her, rolling her over on the bed and
pinning her legs up, still inside.  Holding myself up by my arms I began
to fuck her hard, missionary style, keeping the strokes full but not
pounding her, always being sensitive to her delicate membranes, given her
age.  Mary laid back and let her head roll to the side, closing her eyes and
gasping with each thrust.  I tried to let her cum first, but I couldn't do it,
I had gone too far. 

     My plan was to pull out and hose down both girls, switching from one
spent girl to the other, getting some cum on their tummies, but that would
have left Mary unsatisfied at the worst time.  I wanted her to cum very
much when we were like this, when she really wanted it, and we both
knew it.  So I stayed inside and let it happen, spurting deep inside her as
she started her orgasm, fortunately getting through the heart of it before
her pussy clamped down.  I took advantage of the gaps between her
spasms to thrust inside, emptying myself before she came again and locked
me down.  I finished up just about the same time she was done, and
continued to stroke her pussy gently as she quivered and moaned, not
wanting any more, but unable to say no.  I finally let her be, falling back
on my knees and resting as my cock cooled off inside of her.

     Afterwards as we cleaned up and got ready for bed, I held my tongue,
not wanting to call either girl out about their orgasms.  Neither girl made
eye contact with me either, we all kind of avoided the subject.  The last
thing I wanted to do was discourage them from seeking their own orgasms
by embarrassing them about it.  After all, experiencing two six year-old
girls in the throes of their passion was just about the ultimate.

     The only words I said before we slept was "goodnight" as I kissed
them, climbing in back of Tegan and tucking myself into her bottom while
she held Mary in the same position.  


 2.  Playing games


     Nothing wrong with love of course, but I had plenty of occasions to
treat the girls with a little less respect.  One night I had to go out for a
social occasion, and all I could think about was being back with the girls. 
By the time I got home I was already warm and ready for fun.  By the
time I got downstairs my cock was hard and poking out my robe.  The
girls were waiting at attention, all cleaned up and waiting for me.  I could
see in their eyes that they understood my mood.

     I felt like I wanted to poke and rub my cock all over their little bodies. 
I sat on the bed and they obediently took their positions in front me and
I dove right in, falling to my knees on the floor and taking Tegan's pussy
in my mouth, the whole thing, as if I could suck it off her body.  After I
gave it a pretty intense soft mauling I did the same with Mary, and then
sat back down and wiped my lips.  Both their pussies were pink and the
girls were nervous.  I reached out and patted them both on the head.

     "Don't worry, nothing painful tonight, I just want to play.  Turn
around, push your bottoms together."

     I was curious about something.  Mary's bottom was so deeply divided
that the cleavage between her butt cheeks could just about contain my
cock.  Tegan's was a little rounder, but still separated enough that you
could grab a cheek and squeeze it between your thumb and fingers.  I
positioned the girls so that Tegan's left cheek was lined up in the middle
of Mary's crack, and used both hands to spread Mary's bottom apart,
keeping Tegan pressed into it with my knee.  I tried to spread Tegan's ass
with a couple of free fingers, and managed to get a little of both bottoms
engaged in the other girl's crack, leaving my hands free to push and mold
them together as best I could.  It wasn't like two puzzle pieces, there was
too much depth to their cheeks, but I did get a pretty satisfying view of an
"s" curve of their bottoms mating up.

     I was obsessed with butt cheeks, but I couldn't think of any way to get
my cock involved there, so I had the girls switch gears.   

     "Mary, lie on the bed face down, with your legs hanging over the edge
of the bed."

     "Yes sir," she said.  I loved the look she gave me - I'll do it, but I
don't think I'm going to like it.

     I helped her get arranged so that her pussy was right on the edge and
then grabbed her legs and pulled them apart.

     "Here, do the splits, put your feet up on the bed with your legs
straight, that's it."

     Young girls are very flexible, so it wasn't difficult for her to comply. 
When I had her positioned, her butt and pussy were rudely exposed at the
edge of her bed, her legs open as far as they could go.  

     "Okay, Tegan, you lie down on Mary, only face up, and put your legs
over hers."

     It was a little more difficult for Tegan having to lie on top of Mary,
not that Mary was very comfortable I suppose.  But soon I had both girls
in place and the most yummy sight in front of me of their butt cheeks
smashed together, framed top and bottom by cracked open girl pussy.  I
put some lube on my cock, lined it up between their cracks and pushed it
inside, enjoying the decadence of the whole scene with a grin.  It was only
a so-so fuck, basically just skin, but the idea was so neat and the visuals
so exciting that I was soon aching to cum and had to slow down to avoid
ruining the evening.

     The next idea was pretty obvious, flip them over for a vagina
sandwich.  I pulled Tegan off for a moment, and while she stood by the
bed flexing her sore legs, I helped Mary turn over and do the splits again,
this time pussy up.  I then had Tegan lie on top of her and spread her legs
out as far as they would go.  I could hear the girls breathing a little heavier
from holding the position.

     I lined up the girls so that their mons were rubbing each other, but it
didn't produce the effect I wanted, their pussy lips couldn't really meet to
form a pocket, the geometry of their bodies couldn't really make that
work.  But I enjoyed stabbing around in there with my cock, rubbing it
over both their pussies and asses, and sliding it between them a little.

     After I got bored with that I decided to see what the girls could do on
their own.  I pulled the girls up off the bed and laid down, inviting them
to climb up on top of me.

     "Do that thing where you overlap your legs and stroke my cock with
your pussies, girls."

     "Yes, sir," they both replied, Tegan rubbing the backs of her legs.

     They knew what I wanted, so I just relaxed and propped my head up
on a couple of pillows to watch the fun.  Mary got in place first, from the
left, and managed to hold my cock in place with one hand, balanced on the
other, while Tegan crab-walked into place.  I made the girls stroke me
slowly and firmly by grabbing their bottoms and holding them together,
making them go until it was obvious their arms were about to collapse.

     That was fun, so I had them go bottom to bottom, kneeling over me
back to back.  I had that done at Paul's, but these girls were uniquely
shaped for that service, their cheeks easily forming a channel for my cock
to ride up into.  Indeed, the joined crack was wide enough that I could
explore the inner recesses of both girl's cheeks just by shifting my hips a
little, angling my cock this way or that.

     Now I wanted pussy, so I had the girls lean forward a bit and trade off
impaling themselves on me from the side.  It wasn't easy for them to do,
my cock was rigid and bent forward, and there wasn't much give in their
tight little cunts.  The effect was to increase the pressure on my cock and
to cause the girls a lot of discomfort, not so much from their pussies being
penetrated, but from holding the position necessary to let the cock slide in
and out.  I was concerned one of them would collapse on me, and I
stopped them when it was apparent their leg muscles were started to
quiver.  Both of them were breathing hard when we were done, and I
tossed them a towel to wipe the perspiration off their faces.

     I let them relax a little for awhile, taking turns riding me in the normal
way, hands and knees over me while my hands roamed over their bodies,
tweaking their flat little nipples, holding their bottom cheeks, whatever I
felt like.  Tegan in particular was fun like this, as there was only a limited
amount of stimulation she could take before her upper lip started to quiver
and tears formed in her eyes.  By the time my cock was really heating up
her vagina she was usually whimpering and crying, which I just loved.  

     I was in no hurry to cum and I was just trying to imagine other things
I could make them do when Mary spoke up as she was riding me for the
third time, getting a little warm I thought, judging by the heat coming
from her vagina.

     "Sir, I need to pee?"

     I had been feeding them water all during the session, making sure they
both drank a slug between every move, and I knew it would start to build
up soon.  

     "Oh yeah?" I said, "How about you, Tegan?"

     "Yes sir," she said, a little reluctantly.

     I suppose she thought I was going to make them do something nasty -
 naturally.

     "Well, then why don't you girls pee together.  Now, how can two girls
cross swords?  Hmmm, I know!"

     The girls didn't look happy with my brainstorm.

     "Over above the drain on the tiles, girls.  Let's have you leaning back
on your hands with your pussies together, just like we did on the bed, only
my cock won't be between them.  Think you can do that?"

     "Yes sir," they said.  

     I pulled them off the bed and patted their fannies, pushing them over
to the restraint area where the floor drains were.  They understood what I
wanted, and pretty quickly got into position, arched up with their stomachs
in the air, legs scissored, with their cunts facing.

     "Okay, that's pretty good.  Hold it, let's get you lined up."

     I shifted the girls around a little until I had them just where I wanted,
with their pee holes aimed right at each other.  If one girl started first, she
would be nailing the other's hole, just a couple inches away.  I kneeled
down to watch the fun, while the girls grunted a little from the discomfort
of holding this position for the second time tonight, this time on the hard
tile.

     "Come on girls, let's get peeing both of you at once."

     I could see they were having trouble with this.  Mary was more
experienced with me watching her and knew better what to do, closing her
eyes and trying to clear her mind.  As a result her stream started first, and
Tegan squeaked and jumped a little when it blasted into her.  I slapped
Mary on the top of her mons, pretty hard.

     "Hey there, slow up until Tegan starts, hold your water!"

     Once started it was difficult to stop, and I had to slap her on the mons
a couple of times, the raised bump at the top of her backwards arch turning
pink from the spanking.  She did manage finally to hold it, but not without
an effort.  She was really straining now, hurting from needing to pee, her
legs shaking.

     "Come on Tegan, get going!"

     I slapped her on the mons as well, getting a nice little squeal out of
her.  Of course, that only made it harder, part of the fun, but very
uncomfortable for her as I kept slapping her and urging her on.

     Finally she managed to spurt a little, letting out a little cry just after
I slapped her.  Mary figured that was the green light and cut loose, peeing
right into Tegan's folds, which set Tegan off as well, both their streams
splashing into each other, drops spitting out to spot their lips and mons
while the pee dripped off their bottoms onto the floor.  Right in the middle
of this Tegan's legs gave out a little, and her hips drooped down, resulting
in Mary's stream shooting out over her tummy with surprising force.  She
tried to get back in place to avoid getting peed on, and overshot, shooting
her little stream all over Mary.  

     By that point I was cracking up in delight, yelling at the girls to hold
their positions while they could do anything but, spraying pee all over their
legs until Tegan gave way and collapsed on the floor, still peeing.  That
left Mary's cunt suspended well over Tegan with the result being the tail
end of it splattered all over Tegan, right up to her chest.  When Mary dried
up I helped lift her onto her knees over Tegan, who was struggling to get
up, pee dripping off her.  Both girls looked very unhappy about their
condition, especially with me laughing about it.

     "Boy, you girls, can't control yourselves?  If you wanted to pee all
over each other, why didn't you say so?"

     I grabbed a spray hose, ran it into the drain until it warmed up a little
and turned it on the girls, rinsing them off good enough to get them across
the room and into the shower without making a mess.  I wasn't about to
play with them until they got a good soaping down, and there was nothing
wrong with a little shower games.  I chased them across the room
smacking them on the ass, and we were soon in the shower again.

     I loved to get the girls all soapy, and I sat on the shower seat and took
turns lathering them up good, leaving no delicate spot unwashed.  I had a
raging hard on again and made the girls rub their slick bodies against it,
both at once and particularly between their legs with their bottoms backed
into me, using my cock to scrub the folds of their pussies.  It was easily
enough stimulation to cum, and I had to knock it off for fear of wasting
it.

     I dried myself off and let the girls alone to dry their hair, and was
sitting in my accustomed position on the edge of the bed when they came
back, all pink and warm and glowing from the shower.  I made them bend
over with their asses in my face and spent some time licking them, running
my tongue over their sparkling anuses and between their pussy lips,
digging into their vaginas a little with my tongue.

     "Hmmm, you girls smell wonderful."

     "We didn't use any perfume sir," said Tegan, from between her legs. 
I think Mary gave her a quick look, afraid that she had talked out of place. 
I didn't mind.

     "You smell like naked girl," I said.  "I can't think of any perfume
sweeter."

     Tegan didn't seem to have any reply to that.  I patted her on the butt.

     "My turn, why don't you tease me with your hair, I like that."

     I did indeed, the feel of their hair surrounding my cock was the
supreme tease, not enough pressure to cum unless they pumped me with
their hands, which I enjoyed occasionally.  But the feel of the individual
hairs running over the end of my cock, just amazing.  I particularly liked
Mary's finer and straighter hair rather than Tegan's curly locks.  It felt
more silky as the girls took turns whipping their tresses back and forth, my
cock parting their hair as it passed.  

     The girls knew what I liked, and ended by kneeling together and
lifting their hair and pushing it around my cock so that it was buried in a
pile of hair.  They gathered it together and squeezed it so that my penis
was surrounded by a soft, thick tube of hair, and then lifted it up and down
with their hands until it came apart.  They could do it hard enough to
make me cum, and it was a lot of fun blowing off into their faces, the cum
dripping down into the hair.  Not tonight.

     I was trying to think of what parts of their bodies I hadn't poked my
cock into tonight, their ears?  Aha!

     "Hey, how about a foot massage, let's get up on the bed."

     The girls knew I wasn't going to give them a foot rub, though the
loved it, and when I laid down on the bed they sat on either side of me
with their feet in my lap, holding my cock between them.  Foot fetish play
wasn't quite my thing, though it felt great when the girls wore stockings,
but I liked the feel of their little toes and feet wriggling around my cock,
trying to pump it up and down.  I had cum a couple times when they did
this in earnest, but the girls seemed to sense my mood tonight and just
kind of played around.

     It was getting late and I was aching to cum, so I figured it was time
for an extended and intense fuck, or two.  

     "Nice girls, but let's get the show on the road.  Hands and knees
tonight I think, butts together."

     The girls weren't very moist after the shower, despite my oral
attention, so I went ahead and lubed up a bit while they got in place.  The
scene spread out below me, the two girls kneeling on the bed with their
asses up, their little pot bellies forming a round ceiling above the bed -
how many have been lucky enough to experience such a treasure in the
flesh?  I reached out and ran my hands over their bodies, delighting in the
curves and secret places.  I was so gentle and loving that I think the girls
began to warm up a little from the attention.  I'm afraid I had something
rougher in mind before sleep tonight, but nothing they couldn't weather.

     I first knelt behind Mary, she was on the right, and placed the tip of
my cock at her entrance, sliding it forward as slowly as I could, just a
fraction of an inch at a time.  I liked to lean back and watch as the back
lip of the head spread out the opening membrane, and then the delicate
tissues snap back around the shaft as it passed.  It was similar to when a
girl pulls down her panties; there is a moment when the web seems to stick
to her pussy lips and then it suddenly pops free.  I really loved that
moment, and made the girls pull their panties and down just to watch -
chaos theory.

     With the head inside I liked to push it in firmly all the way to the hilt. 
Not a sudden lunge, just a irresistible surge forward until her bottom was
against me, pressing against it while gripping the girl's waist, extending the
cock to the maximum penetration.  I liked to hold her there at that point
and twitch my cock inside, give her some bumps against the cervix tissues,
and enjoy her discomfort.  I already knew what I could do with Mary,
although in this position the little bump I was used to rode against the
bottom of my glans rather than the more sensitive top, and it wasn't as
easy to feel.  On the other hand, the little pocket she had beyond her
cervix was easier to invade with her ass up, and I could bury myself inside
her as if we were made for each other. 

     I pulled out of Mary, enjoying the suction as my lubricated penis
sealed off the walls, and shifted over behind Tegan, giving her the same
treatment.  I could just reach her cervix, which was not angled in relation
to her vaginal canal as much as Mary's, and formed the end of the area
that could be penetrated, the flat little sack beyond not being accessible by
a penis head.  When I bottomed out, the firm little bump tickled the end
of my glans, a nice sensation, particularly given that Tegan jumped and
whined a little every time it happened.
 
     I spent my time with this, pulling out of one girl and sticking it in the
next, watching the way their vagina's expanded and contracted, and the
clenching and twitching of their cute little winkies.  I was getting pretty
hot by this point, and started fucking Tegan a little, nice slow strokes that
deeply penetrated the girl and were rapidly heating her up.  I used my left
hand to grab her waist, which left my right free.  May as well use it, I
thought, so I started to spank Mary while impaling Tegan, having
something like this in mind all along.  Now it seemed obvious - put the
cock to one girl while spanking and stroking the other.

     Both girls jumped when I smacked Mary's behind, it wasn't a painful
swat, just the usual, but the girls hadn't expected it.  I could feel Tegan
shivering a little against me as I gave Mary a few more, before stopping
to rub the sting out of her cheeks, dipping my hand under her to stroke her
clitoris hood before starting the cycle again.  Mary knew the routine well,
and apparently didn't object to it, given the conversation I overheard.  Is
this what she meant by "rubs me and stuff"? 

     The spanking was getting me excited, and Tegan was ahead of me
judging by the moisture in her puss, so I began to fuck in and out of
Tegan with more vigor, slapping her bottom against me, complementing
the louder smacks I was laying on Mary, spanking her cheeks from below,
lifting them up to bounce from the slap, really nice.  I purposely took
Tegan up to the point where I could feel her start to tense up, and quickly
pulled out, shifting behind Mary to impale her once again, leaving Tegan's
empty ass in the air, while she gasped and gripped the sheets.  She knew
what was coming next.

     I let her suffer a little, her legs quivering and her asshole clenching in
a delightful way.  When I was pretty well engaged in a nice rhythm in
Mary I started to let Tegan have it with my left hand.  It wasn't as easy
to spank the girl with my off hand, but I wasn't laying any serious blows
on her butt, so it didn't matter that much.  I slapped each cheek five times
in succession while Tegan squeaked a little, not daring to move her bottom
out of the way, but flinching involuntarily in anticipation.  

     I gave her the same treatment as Mary, stopping to massage her soft
cheeks until her breathing was easier, then dipping down, cupping her
pussy and letting my fingers stroke through her vulva, getting her heated
up again, then quickly slapping one buttock several times and then the
other, getting a very satisfactory cry from Tegan, before switching over to
fondling again.

     In the meantime Mary was really getting hot from the fucking, giving
me little thrusts back as I plunged inside.  I was just taking normal strokes
at that point, letting her bottom come to me, but not trying to press my
cock into the sensitive end of her vagina.  I was just finishing the latest
round of spanking Tegan when she reached the point of no return, lifting
her head up and arching her back.  I responded by leaving Tegan's ass to
burn, holding her waist in both hands and stroking Mary's flanks, getting
underneath her a bit to brush her nipples.  

     She just seemed to build and build, climbing higher but not falling
over the edge, really straining now, her hands balled up in the bedding and
her hair bouncing.  I could see a reflection of her face in the mirror at the
end of the bed, eyes closed, lower lip tucked in, a sheen of perspiration on
her brow.  Finally she went rigid and gave out a nice cry, "ohhhhh, ohhh,
uhhh!", and I quickly reached under her waist to cup her pussy with my
right hand, slapping it lightly as she came over and over, crying out and
bucking in my arms.  It was by far the best orgasm she had ever had, and
when it was over she was limp in my hands.  I let her legs give out as she
fell to the bed, stroking her bottom as she caught her breath.

     Now it was Tegan's turn, and mine.  I thought I might fuck Tegan
until I was ready to cum, and then have her stroke me off all over Mary,
but I decided to leave her be.  I didn't want to do anything to spoil her
afterglow after that shattering orgasm.  It would be best if the little girl
related to the experience in the most positive way.  So I decided that
Tegan and I could have a really nice fuck together, and she would get
hosed down instead, if I could manage it.

     First I owed her a bottom massage, which I extended into a long
fondling session, rubbing her pussy until she nearly came a couple of
times, pulling her back from the edge each time, giving her a few playful
swats on the cheeks, nothing serious.  I didn't want to get inside too
quickly, because I was aching to cum, and it wasn't going to take much. 
I wanted Tegan to cum first.

     She was more than ready when I started rubbing my cock on her
pussy, and actually sighed a little when I pushed it inside.  She was moist
and slick and as soon as I was sure my cock was moving freely inside her
small body, I pressed the tempo and grabbed her waist to drive her into
me.  Just for the fun of it I stopped at one point, my cock all the way
inside.  I quit thrusting and let her waist go, rubbing my hands over her
back.  She might have justified her actions by thinking that I wanted her
to move, but it may have also been her own desire.  In any case, the little
girl was soon bucking against me, impaling herself on my penis while I
laid back and enjoyed the pure silky joy of being beat off by little girl
pussy.

     I could feel her start to cum before it was evident from the little grunts
she started to make, and her strokes became wild, losing control.  I
grabbed her by the waist and took up the rhythm, slapping her bottom into
me as she quivered and came.  She was so slick and hot that I could keep
moving in spite of her spasms, although I had to be slow down a bit to
avoid grabbing her insides.  Being fucked while her pussy clenched up was
obviously near agony for the girl, and she practically howled as I forced
the issue, gripping her firmly by the waist and preventing her from
squirming away from the torture.  I lost count of her peaks, eight or ten
at least.

     When her pussy finally gave out and relaxed, I was still there,
pumping away.  Tegan moaned and gasped from the renewed action, but
she didn't need to be concerned, I was using her at this point to build up
myself and she was going to get a cum shower before she had to worry
about any more orgasms herself.  I stroked hard and fast, shaking my head
back and forth in pleasure from the intense feelings at the end my cock
and the incredible sight of the young girl being fucked that never lost its
erotic impact.

     "Tegan, get ready to turn around, grab my cock when I pull out, I
want to cum all over you, okay?"

     "Yes sir," she said between gasps.  

     I closed my eyes and held my breath, concentrating only on my cock
as it sank in and out, gripped tightly by hot, moist flesh, rubbing over
every nerve.  I could almost see the inside of her from my cock's
perspective it was so intense.

     "Ohhh, Tegan, quick!"

     I pulled out and manhandled the girl around to face me, my cock
waving in the air like a fire hose about to explode.  I managed to hold off
until she was sitting in front of me, her legs folded underneath her,
brushing her hair back from her face as she began to stroke me with one
delicate little hand and then the other.

     "Watch the tip, girl."

     She nodded.  She knew what to do, but I wanted this to be perfect. 
Usually I would go through a pretty routine set of spurts, a little dribble,
the big one, a couple of nice after-shots and then a series of little spurts
and dribbles.  Not tonight.  I laid back and let the girl aim my shots, and
just started spurting like mad, three streams right into her face in quick
succession as she jerked back in surprise, still stroking me just right. 
There was no let up, but she had dropped the aim a little and the next two
looped through the air and splattered across her nipples, and then finally
I began to slow down, a cute little spurt that seemed to hang in the air
before landing right on her mons, and the usual drips and drabs that slid
down her hands to spot her thighs.  

     "Whoa, easy girl."

     She would have slowed down anyway, I'm sure, Tegan knew how to
jerk a cock.  I let her handle me gently for a little while, enjoying the
rivulets of cum sliding down her face, dripping down to join the cum
already splattered on her chest.  A lot of cum had hit her in the eyes, and
I could tell they were burning as she scrunched up her face.  I finally took
pity and grabbed a towel for her, helping her to clean off her face and
mopping up the worst of it from her tummy and legs, sending her off to
the shower to rinse off for bed.

     Mary had missed the action, fast asleep.  She was too sticky for bed,
so I popped her on the butt to wake her up, and practically had to carry
her into the bathroom, where we joined up with Tegan, just stepping in as
the water heated up.  I made the girls pee one more time for me in the
shower, standing them up against one side of the stall while I took turns
peeing on their lewdly exposed pussies, as they went onto the shower
floor.  They were so tired at that point I don't think they even cared about
my twisted games.

     Tegan climbed into bed first when we were dry, and was asleep as
soon as I covered her up.  That left me with Mary, and I once again
enjoyed our usual sleeping position, her butt tucked into me while I folded
my arms over her, the smell of her hair in my face.  I leaned over to give
her a kiss but she was already sleeping.

     The next few weeks I was often away on business, and the girls were
by themselves quite a bit.  The nights I managed to spend with the girls
were pretty much devoted to the standard sort of love making, not that it
wasn't tremendously exciting having your cock ridden by a pair of sexually
capable six-year old girls.  

     Tegan was obviously not used to the frequency and length of our
encounters.  I got the impression that her owner was pretty much a wham,
bam thank you maam kind of guy, taking Tegan out every now and then
to fuck her, and then putting her away.  I would sometime play with the
girls all day, saving my cum up for especially exciting ways to get it all
over their skins.  Given that Tegan was so prone to cumming herself, these
sessions ended up with her having multiple orgasms over a long period of
time, and left her exhausted, asleep on her feet by the time we were ready
for bed.

     Mary had fewer orgasms and they didn't affect her as much.  But she
was now cumming much more frequently than before, and quite obviously
enjoying it, though it was not something I called her out on.  I got the
clear impression that if I had done so, she would have reacted in shame
and would have turned cold to sex thereafter.  So long as it wasn't
mentioned, she could pretend I had forced her to cum, and maintain her
innocence.  Possibly she might have believed it herself, so long as she
came when I was making her perform some sex act, or when I was fucking
the shit out of her.  She didn't masturbate, not that I could see, and she
and Tegan were apparently not interested in sex play by themselves.  

     I knew better of course, it wasn't natural.  One afternoon we were
lying in bed taking a nap, Tegan curled up on one side of me and Mary on
the other.  I was lying half on my side with my hand in Mary's lap, while
she laid on her back with her head tucked into my shoulder.  I wasn't
sleepy myself, and was idly playing with Mary's pussy, letting my fingers
run gently over her lips and mons, just enjoying the soft, yielding flesh. 
What I didn't realize was that Mary was awake and becoming aroused.  I
was running my finger up and down the crack between her pussy lips
when suddenly she shifted her legs, pulling them apart a little.

     It wasn't enough to separate the pussy lips, and I didn't think anything
of it, I just assumed she had moved a little in her sleep.  I couldn't see her
eyes, her head was facing away from me, and hidden by her hair.  But I
took the invitation to explore more of her pussy flesh, dipping my fingers
down between her legs, but just diddling her lips, engrossed by the feel of
them.

     To my surprise, she shifted again, bringing her knees up a little.  Still
her lips stayed resolutely stuck together, but I could now feel all the way
between her legs to where the bottom swell of her butt cheeks met and
melded in with the lips.  Having the soft inner flesh of her thighs and the
bottom flesh to feel, I was still content to just left my fingers glide up and
down without feeling between the lips.

     Once again she shifted, bringing her knees up further until her feet
rested on the bed and letting her legs fall apart.  I was delighted to be
watching as her pussy lips stuck together and then suddenly split apart to
reveal her vulva.  I now realized what had happened, that she must have
been awake and was inviting me to feel her up.  I pretended not to notice,
and continued as before, just stroking her flesh up and down.  I let my
fingers squeeze her outer vagina lips between them, but I left her clitoris
and inner parts alone, playing a denial game with her to see where it
would go.

     I could her breathing now, her mouth must have opened up a bit. 
There was nothing more she could do to make my fingers go where she
wanted them to without casting aside the ruse.  She could hardly reach
down with her hand and push my fingers inside.  I was going to do as she
wanted of course, but I was devilishly pleased to stretch it out and make
her wait; all the more exciting when I finally gave in.

     I didn't do it all at once, start rubbing away at her clit.  No, that would
give the game away.  I just let my fingers wander until by chance they
discovered the newly opened territory and strayed inside, brushing by her
clitoris hood on their way through the valley of vulva to the hills of her
bottom curves, then up her thighs, over her lips and back up to the mons,
working it with my palm a little to enjoy the soft white hill, and then back
down again.  I could almost feel her straining to avoid clamping my hand
between her legs when I passed her clitoris again.  Oh, it was just
delicious.

     Gradually I spent more time where she wanted, using two fingers to
explore all of her inner tissues, tracing the curves of her inner lips down
to her vagina opening, picking up a little moisture and bringing it back up
over her urethra opening and onto her clit, tucking it under the hood a
little.  She was pressed against me, and couldn't disguise the shivers that
coursed through her as her inner core of sex heated up.  I needed more
lubrication, so I started dipping my finger inside her, then running it up
around her clitoris hood and back down again.  Her breathing deepened
and I could hear her panting a little.  I caught the sweet smell of her girl
musk on the breeze, a very delicate scent, keeping with her nature.

     When I had enough of her secretions around her clit to allow me to
circle it with my fingers without rubbing it raw, I gave her what she
needed, stroking it gently but firmly between two fingers, dipping the ends
into the pit of her inner parts beyond.  There is a fine line between tickling
a girl down there and rubbing her, and I walked right along the edge, not
manhandling her in any sense, just a nice light touch, right where it
counted.  Mary didn't like her clitoris touched directly, if you did so it was
like giving her an electric shock.  You could do it with your tongue, but
only using direct pressure, surrounding it in wet flesh, just as if it was
inside her hood.  With the rougher skin of my fingers, it was best to stroke
against the sides of her little button, through the skin of her hood, kind of
like beating off the sweet little thing.

     Having been clearly in the mood to start with, it didn't take long.  I
felt her breath coming in little gasps, and the little halting sounds in her
throat.  The muscles in her legs went rigid and her breath stopped, and
then she came.  It was the most tender and gentle little girl orgasm you
could imagine, just a series of quivers through her flesh.  Her hand was
laying against my side, and I could feel her fingers dig in a little, as if she
wanted to grab me but couldn't expose her disguise.  It went on for about
ten seconds, while I kept the pressure on, little short strokes.  And then her
breath started again with a gasp, her body went slack and her legs stretched
out and came together, squeezing my fingers out.  I let my hand cup her
vagina, just holding it like an egg in my hand through her afterglow.

     I didn't say a thing or make any acknowledgement of what happened,
no kiss on the cheek or little love pat, nothing at all.  I just stayed still and
lightly stroked her pussy lips again as I had done before, and she finally
went to sleep.  When we woke up for dinner I avoided making eye contact
with her.  If she wanted to pretend that hadn't happened, no way was I
going to force her to.  I wanted to happen again and again, until she was
aching for me to stroke and suck her pussy.  Then a whole new level of
games could be played - denial.  With Tegan overkill was the way to abuse
her for fun.  Mary was going to have to work for her orgasms, to become
wanton, throwing open her legs and begging for it, then recoiling in shame
from her slutty nature being exposed.  Oh, what evil fun I was going to
have!  

     There were many nights when we didn't have sex at all, just lie with
each other on the couch and watched television, the girls idly playing with
my cock, as they knew I liked, but not in any serious manner.  Of course,
usually they were nude, so it wasn't like there was no fun for me.  It
doesn't get much better than having two naked little girls lying in your
arms, one of their little hands resting on your cock as you watch a movie. 
I used nights like that to get recharged for the extensive sex sessions,
working myself up to the point where I could really have a thunderous
cum, squirting out a satisfying volume of cum into, or more often onto, the
girls.

     And of course there were rougher games, not so often, maybe every
two or three weeks.  The girls usually knew when I was in the mood,
because I directed them to clean out their asses.  I didn't bugger them very
often, it wasn't good for them, but as anal sex was as much a dominance
trip as anything, it fit it with other games of torment quite well.  If they
were told to give themselves enemas, they pretty much knew they were
going to end up in restraints.

     I loved the look on their face when they lined up for inspection.  This
particular afternoon I had them dressed in hose and garters.  Black was
best to bring out the soft, pale nature of their bottoms and pussies, but with
the slight red tinge in Tegan's hair, white was the best color for her, and
that how I had them today, Mary looking splendidly wicked in sheer black
hose, and Tegan looking like a child bride with her dress pulled off.  I sat
on the bed and spent some time stroking their legs and diddling them as
usual, before spanking them a little in the hose and garters, rubbing their
silk-framed bottoms between slaps.

     I pulled the girls up on the bed, laying them on their back with their
feet up, and stood in front of them, getting my cock rubbed with their
stocking-covered feet.  Both girls were quite practiced with their feet, and
I had cum a couple of times like this, squirting cum all over their legs.  It
wasn't so much the excitement of their feet, it was also that their entire
nakedness was laid out beneath as a backdrop.  

     I suppose the girls hoped at that point that this was going to be a bed
session, with some ass fucking thrown in.  No such luck.

     "Okay girls, up off the bed.  Let's play a little game over here, shall
we?"  I pointed towards the tile floor of the restraint area, and I could
almost feel their hearts sink in their chests.  

     "Don't worry, you'll live," I said, slapping them on their bottoms as
I followed them over.  "Tegan, you're riding the horse today, Mary gets
the wall."

     I let Tegan squirm for a bit as I helped Mary up into the restraints. 
Her feet were strapped by the ankles to a shelf that extended out from the
wall.  Standing on it put her bottom at the perfect height to be fucked. 
Her wrists were manacled to chains attached to the wall, a little loosely to
allow her to squat down.  If she was chained up facing the wall and I
forced her to squat, it stuck her butt out for punishment.  If she was facing
out it exposed her vagina in a very obscene fashion.  I strapped her in butt
out for now, and turned to help Tegan get in position.

     Tegan had been on the horse before, she knew the drill.  I laid her face
down and secured her wrists and ankles to the legs, leaving her butt up,
legs spread at the far end, enjoying myself a little swatting her cheeks with
my hands, watching them bounce around.  

     I'm sure she knew what was coming next, and I didn't disappoint.  I
had made a vibrator saddle from a chunk of flesh-like silicone rubber that
mounted on top of the leather horse under the crotch of the victim, so that
the girl's clitoris was embedded in the silicone with no escape.  I lubed up
the upper surface and pushed it under Tegan, lifting her bottom up as far
as it would go given the ankle restraints, and compressed the silicone block
underneath, jamming it in place.  A hole ran through the middle of the
block, which I filled with a massive knobby vibrator that rotated and
pulsed as it buzzed the block.  When it was switched on it pressed the
silicone into the girl's vulva in undulating waves, vibrating like crazy the
whole time.  I had used it to drive Rachel crazy with orgasms many times,
and Tegan was particularly venerable to the infernal machine.

     Leaving Tegan to begin her ride up to the first of many cums, I turned
to Mary, who was twitching delightfully in her bonds, knowing what was
coming next.  I grabbed a bottle of baby oil and spent a lovely few
minutes massaging it into her bottom cheeks, thighs and back, and then
picked up a soft leather cat and began to whip her, the beautiful sound of
leather slapping little girl flesh making music for my cock, which strained
upward in approval.

     I remembered what Mary had told Tegan on the tape, about being
whipped but it not hurting, because I rubbed her.  It was true, I always
knew when to back off and give her some soothing.  I worked the cat up
and down her body, leaving pink stripes from her back to the top of her
legs, always returning to delight in her bouncing cheeks as the leather
thongs slapped the flesh.  I put some arm strength into it, laying the cat on
her bottom until she squeezed her eyes shut, her legs quivering.  She knew
better than to tense up her butt cheeks, that would only make it hurt more. 
But she had to fight the inclination to flinch that way, causing her to dance
in the restraints in a most erotic fashion.

     When she whimpered a little after a particularly hard series of strokes,
I set the cat down immediately and began to rub her bottom with one
hand, while running the other up and down her tummy and nipples,
dipping down to spread to cup her smooth vagina, just beginning to
moisten from the attention.  Before it became too juicy, I turned around
and sat on her foot shelf, burying my mouth in her crotch, sucking the
clean white lips between my lips and tongue lashing her clitoris until she
came, grunting and lifting herself on her toes to get away from the
relentless tongue, her hair whipping her back as she leaned her head back
and cried out.

     I finally let her pussy go, leaving her weak in the knees and panting. 


     "Wow, that was nice, Mary,"  I said, rubbing her bottom.  "I think it's
my turn."

     I thought I heard her groan in reply, but I laughed when I realized my
ears had played tricks on me.  It was of course Tegan, giving in to the first
cum from the buzzing silicone block her pussy was buried in.  

     "Don't go anywhere," I whispered to Mary, chuckling.

     It was Tegan's turn for the leather, and I gave her the same treatment,
lovingly oiling her bum and the backs of her legs before whipping her with
glee as she was forced to present her ass perfectly for the hits, her ass
lifted by the vibrating rubber.  That didn't stop her from straining in her
bonds and jiggling her cheeks in the most nasty way imaginable, inflaming
me as I stood in back taking in the scene, slapping the leather thongs into
her flesh.

     Tegan was much more vocal than Mary, moaning and squeaking as I
hit her.  She was also less used to the treatment, and didn't know enough
to force her bottom to stay slack.  As a result I could see she was being
hurt by the cat, tears squeezing out from her eyes as she cried out.  I
slacked off a bit, giving her thighs a little of the treatment until I couldn't
stand it any longer.

     I dropped the cat where I stood, rubbed my cock on her oiled bottom
and sunk it into her pussy, the opening just available to me above her
pussy lips smashed into the silicone.  I let myself fall forward a fraction
of an inch at a time, oozing into the girl, letting her natural lubrication
spread around my dick as it intruded into her vagina until I could feel
resistance around my glans, buried to the hilt into the girl, her pussy
forming a natural vibrator.  I stayed that way for a minute or two, rubbing
her back and bottom with my hands, spreading her cheeks to take in the
sight of her lips molded around the base of my cock.  She came like that,
her clitoris being constantly punished by the pulsing silicone.  I could feel
her vagina contract on my cock, and tensed up to make it twitch inside her,
adding to her sensation.

     The waves finally subsided, and her body went slack against the horse,
while she moaned.  I took advantage of her condition to take a few strokes
in out of her hot flesh, not letting myself get too worked up yet.  There
was time for plenty of fun before I blew cum all over one of the girls.

     It was time for Mary again, so I left Tegan to her mechanical
tormentor and picked up the cat, laying into Mary's bottom again before
she was ready, getting a great electric reaction out of her as the stroke
landed, her bottom cheeks squeezing together as she thrust her crotch into
the wall, instinctively trying to avoid the strokes.  I got off four or five
quick hits before she composed herself and let her bottom stick back out
to take the strokes slack.  I appreciated her control and slacked off, just
playing with her, hard enough to make noise and some pink marks, but not
anything really painful.

     After being buried in Tegan's pussy my cock was urging for action,
and Mary was next.  I laid the cat down and came up behind, grabbing her
waist in both hands and pulling her down, forcing her to squat with her
legs apart, her pussy lips brushing the tip of my cock as it strained up into
her.  She knew what I wanted and let herself slip down, bending her knees
to bring her cunt into range.  Her position was really obscene, her bottom
framed by the black garter and her pussy lips spread well apart, all her
inner genitals rudely exposed.  I wasted no time in finding her opening and
forcing my cock head gently, but firmly into the tight circle.

     I reached around to grab her little nipples and made her pump my cock
by pulling up and down on them if she didn't keep the rhythm going.  I
had to lean back a bit to let her bottom move, and it wasn't the most
comfortable position to maintain, so I grabbed her by her waist and
pumped myself up into her, her bottom smashed into my belly.  As usual
Mary's pussy was so tight around my cock that I quickly found myself
getting close to cumming, and I didn't want it yet.  It was difficult not to
concentrate on the feeling of my cock head sliding in and out of her
insides, and I wanted to start spurting in there in the worst way.

     To save myself I pulled out, picked up the switch and gave her a
couple more shots.  Rather than shy away from the blows, Mary kept her
bottom thrust out, kind of grinding her cheeks around as they landed; the
little minx was turned on and wanted to cum herself.  I changed my
position and started rotating the cat thongs up into her crotch from
underneath, not very hard, just a nice smack every few seconds.  She could
have tightened her legs together and taken the hits on her thighs, but
instead she left herself exposed in the most lurid way, her pussy wide apart
for the cat.  Her eyes were squeezed shut and she had a look of
concentration on her face, part of her lower lip sucked in between her
teeth.

     The cat was hitting her right up into her folds now, and I increased the
tempo and the force, leaving soft pink stripes where it landed.  Just at that
time Tegan started cumming again on the bench, thrashing around and
yelling something I didn't catch, her voice strangled by the force of the
orgasm.  Maybe that set Mary off, but regardless she started to cum too,
grunting in time to the hits, her fists balled up and the muscles in her legs
straining as she shivered in the throes of her own orgasm.  I continued to
whip her pussy until she couldn't stand it anymore and stood up on the
platform to force her legs together, protecting the sensitive tissues from the
leather.

     I was super hot myself by this point, and couldn't hold back.  I wanted
to butt fuck both girls if I could, and I started with Tegan first.  She had
gone nearly slack on the bench, recovering from the last cum and just
starting to feel the effects of the unrelenting moist action of the vibrating
block on her poor pussy.  I grabbed some lube and made my cock slick,
and then lined up behind her, pressing the tip at her anus.  I could feel her
tense up when she felt the sensation, knowing what was going to follow. 
I stepped back and spanked her ass cheeks hard, one at a time, leaving big
pink patches.

     "Relax your ass girl, or I'll give you the whip."

     Tegan moaned in response, and I was delighted by the sight of her
winkie quivering as she tried to control it.  I stepped right up and sank my
cock head into the circle, leaving it impaled just past the opening and
letting it be tantalized by the spasms of the muscle ring.  I just let myself
fall forward, grabbing Tegan by her white garter belt and slowly pushing
the shaft in until her butt cheeks were against me, enjoying the sensation
of being buried in the little girl's ass while the vibrator buzzed her lower
body as she cried and whimpered - delicious.

     I had to start moving or I would cum with my cock still, which can be
uncomfortable.  Tegan's ass was ultra tight and slick and within a few
strokes I was bursting to cum.  I thought I might just be able to pull out
and make it over to Mary, and I looked over to see what position she was
in, noting with satisfaction that she had fallen back from the wall with her
bottom pushed back out and exposed, breathing heavily as she recovered
from the pussy whipping.

     I gave Tegan one more thrust, holding it deep inside and grinding
myself against her bottom, getting a nice little squeal from her in reaction
to the pain of being buggered so strongly.  I pulled out as quickly as I
could without grabbing her insides, letting my cock slide free of the vise
of her butt, and as soon as the tip came free I kind of crab-walked over to
Mary, grabbed her waist and starting pushing my cock into her
outstretched bottom.

     Mary tensed up a little when she realized what was happening, but let
off in time to avoid being punished, allowing my slick cock to invade her
as she clenched her hands around the chains and hissed in a breath of air. 
I starting cumming half way inside and kept on penetrating her, using the
cum as lubricant ahead of my cock.  I had never spurted like that before,
one after another as I was entering, and it was extremely intense.  I pulled
back almost in relief and pumped her bottom in short strokes as I finished
cumming, ending with my cock buried deep inside her, covered in cum. 
I could feel a bit of it leaking out and dripping down my balls.

     I had been feeding Mary water regularly all during the session, as I
wanted her to pee a couple times for me while strapped to the wall.  What
I didn't expect is that she might let go while I was locked inside her like
this, but apparently she couldn't hold back.  I was lost in the afterglow,
gently pushing my cock around in her ass when I felt her bottom push out
at me, her legs coming apart.  I felt muscles twitching inside her and then
heard the sound of her pee hitting the floor between my legs.  It was pretty
neat, I'd never had that sensation before, and I let her finish, gently
stroking her flanks and her tummy to encourage her.  I could feel her
jerking a couple of times as she squeezed off the last few drops, and stayed
inside her afterwards for a few minutes, reaching around her to hug her
bottom to me.

     We ended the session shortly thereafter, as I freed them from their
bonds, took off their hose and garters and sprayed the girls down with
water.  I made Tegan squat and pee into the floor drain as an extra added
attraction.  We spent a pleasant hour on the bed after we cleaned up,
massaging cream into their red marks and soothing the battered girls until
they drifted off to sleep, one of their hands still wrapped around my cock
as I slipped off myself, I didn't even know which girl.


 3.  New addition

     
     Many things happened in my life the first few months with the girls. 
For one thing I had spoken with the contact given to me at Paul's and had
arranged to buy a baby girl.  I was going to fly out to Paul's residence to
pick her up and have a little group orgy while I was at it.  In addition to
the girls currently with Paul, including my Rachel, there would be girls I
had never met owned by one of the friends of Paul who didn't fly.  

     It was past time I met this gentlemen anyway, as he acted as doctor
and dentist to the group, and I wanted him to give Mary a thorough
checkup while we were there.  The baby was being held by him so he
could give it whatever shots that were needed and make decisions about
what type of formula was best for it and so forth.  The baby was about
nine months old, and had been living in an orphanage in eastern Europe. 
It was acquired under the fiction of being adopted, with a lot of money
changing hands of course.

     Once I had made the decision to bring up a girl, it was obvious that
I had to do something with my house, it simply wasn't large enough to
keep three girls.  I decided to build from scratch, including several more
bedroom suites for visitors.  Paul introduced me to the same contractor he
had used to build the security areas in his desert clubhouse.  The story was
the same, I needed secure sleeping and meeting facilities located
underground in what was otherwise a luxury residence.  It was going to
take about nine months (and a fortune) to complete, and in the meantime
Paul was going to hold the baby.  Abby was with him, and was very
willing to be a surrogate mother again.

     The girls were very excited when I told them the news.  Mary by this
time would engage in conversation without being too timid about it, and
Tegan was always ready to talk.  They peppered me with questions until
I shut them up by stuffing my cock in their mouths.  Sometimes I regretted
not just treating them like prisoners and whipping the shit out of them if
they opened their yaps!  Not really of course, that wasn't my style.  I
much preferred living, emotional sex slaves to robotic dolls, fucking only
to avoid punishment.  It was infinitely more exciting being buried inside
six year-old pussy when the girl was deeply aroused, straining to cum
herself.

     So, off we flew to see Paul, who met me in his hanger with a waiting
van, waving me inside and shutting the hangar doors as I prepped the
plane.  I greeted him as I cracked the door and stepped down to the hangar
floor.  We chatted while unloading.
     
     "Hey Paul, we meet again."

     "Great to see you, how's the house working out?"

     "We got the permits, should break ground next week.  Have you seen
the child?"

     "Not yet, Doc's bringing her over tomorrow.  He says she's a real
cutie, already has a head of hair."

     "Really blonde I gather?"

     "Pretty common in those parts actually," said Paul.  "There was a lot
of Viking blood mixed in along the major rivers back in medieval times."

     "Jesus, I'm going to be a daddy. I'm feeling very domestic these days. 
How's my Rachel?"

     "Oh, I'd give her about a ten."

     I laughed.  "Not to fuck, you animal."

     "She's fine.  A little subdued at first, I don't think she was used to
being told what to do by another girl."

     "Abby rules the roost?"

     "Sure, when she's here, but they get along now that Rachel knows
where she stands.  They do each other a lot when I'm not there."

     "No kidding?" I said.  "Rachel used my Mary, but only to get, not to
give."

     "I think she has to pay for Abby's services, I don't inquire."

     "You keeping her plump?"

     "Wouldn't have it any other way.  Man, when she's on top of you and
all that flesh is wiggling around . . . "

     I didn't need to imagine how that felt, I had plenty of experience. 
Both of us were silent as we loaded Tegan and Mary's travelling crates
into the van.  Paul opened the hangar door while I drove out, and we
switched places after he locked up.  When Paul buckled into the driver's
seat, he looped a small medallion on a chain over the rear-view mirror
inside.

     "St. Christopher?" I asked, reaching out to hold the little silver charm
in my hand.

     "For a safe journey," said Paul, patting the dashboard of the van, as if
knocking wood.

     Our worst nightmare was to have something go wrong in transit,
anything that would involve dealing with the authorities, especially a bad
traffic accident.  We deliberately lowered the odds by picking the best
times to drive, usually in daylight, before the morning commute, if
possible.  Night was relatively safe, but you never knew with cops.  Two
guys in a van with darkened windows could be a real target at night.

     There seemed to be a rash of recent incidents involving girls,
kidnapping and murders were all over the news.  Nobody in our circle had
any sympathy for that kind of lunatic either, taking a girl away from a
loving mother was unacceptable, and killing was beyond sick.  But our
eccentric philosophy towards our beloved girls wouldn't cut us any slack
if one of us were caught transporting a couple of them naked and sedated
in boxes.

     I didn't bother Paul with conversation while he drove, but once off the
freeway and cruising slowly through the very upper class neighborhood he
lived in, Paul relaxed a bit.

     "I've got some news for you, it involves Tegan." he said. 

     "Really?  What's up?"

     "Anne's back with me."

     "No kidding?"  Tegan's owner had initially swapped her for Anne,
before Paul traded me for Rachel.  "Does he want her back?"

     "No, he can't.  He just found out he has cancer.  Maybe terminal, but
at the minimum it's going to knock him out for a year or two."

     "Jesus."

     "Yeah, well, chemotherapy and all doesn't really allow for keeping
slaves, and I doubt he'd have much of a sex drive anyway.  He wondered
if you or I could keep Tegan in the meantime?"

     "Love to, but it's going to be crowded for awhile."  

     I thought about it while Paul drove the last few blocks.  It would be
difficult, especially if I took Rachel back at the next meeting.  Three girls
in my small quarters?  And a baby?  It was a bit much.  

     "Paul, if it worked out that way, how would you like to keep Rachel
for another six months?"

     "Gladly," he said.  "What's on your mind?"

     "We'll see how it works out at the next meeting.  I hate to break
Tegan and Mary up, they've made a lot of emotional progress together,
and I think it would be good to keep them together for awhile."

     "You think that's wise, building bonds among the girls?"

     "In this case, yes.  I think these girls need the time and space to get a
little stronger, especially Mary.  Wait until you see her, she's a heck of a
lot more fun to be with, docile and innocent, but with a spark of
personality that was missing before."

     "Okay," he said, "as you say, we'll see how it goes.  You think you
can trade them as a pair?"

     "I think so.  The girls won't care too much who they're with if they
can be together, and they make a very enticing pair, believe me.  My
pecker's worn out."

     Paul laughed.  "I hope you saved some for Rachel."

     "Right between her fat little titties."
   
     Later, as I was unpacking, I heard a knock on the door and went over
to let Paul in, assuming that's who it was (who else!).  Paul was there, but
to my surprise so was a small naked girl, very plump with beautiful white
skin and baby fat breasts that leapt out from her chest with soft puffy tips. 
She had dark brown hair, cut to lie on her shoulders with little bangs,
framing her face and adding to the round profile.

     "Rachel??  Is that you?"

     "Yes sir," she giggled, covering her mouth.

     "You look great, I love your hair.  Your idea?" I asked Paul.

     "Yeah, just for the fun of it.  I thought it would be like having a new
girl for you."

     "Nothing could replace Rachel," I said, rubbing the top of her head. 
"But it suits you well.  How are you girl?"

     "Fine," she said, holding her arms in front of her, seeming to be a bit
embarrassed at being naked, which was amusing, considering she lived in
the nude.

     "Well, come in, sit down."

     "I've got some things to do," said Paul.  "I thought you and Rachel
would like a little visit."

     "Sure, thanks.  I'll see you later."

     Paul turned and waved and I guided Rachel inside, locking the door
after her.

     "Well, let me look at you."

     She put her arms at her side like she knew she was suppose to, and
spread her legs a little.

     "Over here, by the bed," I said, motioning her over so I could sit with
her in front of me.  I was stirring under my robe and let it fall open so she
could play with me.  I opened my legs and she stepped in closer.

     Her body was amazing, so full and ripe, all curves and baby soft
plump flesh.  I reached out and let my hands run down her sides, feeling
the swell of her body as it widened to her hips, and felt around her to cup
her very large bottom cheeks.  I had forgotten how exciting she was to
touch.

     "You look fantastic.  Has Paul been treating you well?"

     "Yes sir."

     "Good, good.  How's life with Abby and Connie?"

     "Fine."

     "That's all?  My Rachel usually had a lot more to say than that!"

     She giggled and twisted her body as I tickled her armpits.  I let her be
and cupped her wonderful little breasts.

     "And how are my ladies, have they grown any?"

     "I don't think so," she said, looking down at the nipples being circled
by my fingers.

     "So, did you miss me?"

     "Yes sir," she said with a smile.

     "Boy, I sure missed you, come up and lie on the bed next to me."

     "Okay."

     I moved up on the bed and laid on my side, propping my head up with
a pillow.  Rachel crawled up to lie next to me, as I enjoyed the sight of
her tummy and breasts jiggling underneath her.  I tucked her into me so
I could run my right hand over her, and gave her a big kiss.

     "Hmmm, that's nice.  When did Paul do your hair?"

     "Last week," she said, reaching up to brush it back.  "You like it,
really?"

     "It's fun, but I like you in long blonde hair better, I can't wrap this
around my cock."

     That set Rachel off into a giggling fit.  I let her settle down and rolled
her onto her back so I could feel her tummy and between her legs.

     "Tell me more about you and the girls.  Do you get cuddlies from
them?"

     That made her giggle and close her eyes again.

     "Well?" I insisted.

     "Abby does."

     "Oh, not Connie?"

     "She doesn't like it.  I don't know about Anne yet, she just got here."

     "Abby's older than you, is she in charge when you're alone?"

     "Uh huh, but she's nice."

     "But she licks your pussy?  That's nice."

     Rachel giggled and closed her eyes again.

     "Maybe I will too.  But you'll have to work for it.  Does Abby make
you work for it too?"

     "Yes," she said, still snickering like the little girl she was as I let my
fingers walk over her mons and down to her lips, lying between her thighs
like rolls of rising dough.

     "Ah, I see.  And what do you have to do?"

     "Anything she wants."

     "Yeah?  And what does she want?"

     "My breasts," she said, launching into another fit of tittering.

     "And what does she want you to do with your breasts?"

     "I have to rub her with them," she said, breaking up completely and
rolling away from me as I tickled her pussy lips with the ends of my
fingers.

     I rolled over with her, ending up on my back with her head in my arm
and her breasts against my side.  I reached my free hand across my chest
and felt the soft flesh of her cleavage.  Like a good girl she reached down
with her right hand and began to feel my cock and balls, just brushing her
fingers over them lightly.

     "So, aside from servicing Abby, any complaints?  You look pretty
happy."

     "Paul's nice to me, and I like Abby.  There's a lot of room here, it's
nice."

     "Yes, I know."  I didn't tell her about my plans, but maybe Paul had. 
"You didn't mention Connie, how's she?"

     "She's kind of quiet."

     "Oh.  Is she sad?"

     "I don't know, she doesn't say much."

     "Hmmm.  Do you girls sleep together?"

     "Yeah, but mostly with Paul, he likes us all together."

     "Sure, I did too, you remember."

     We were quiet for a minute or two.  Rachel was getting a little more
serious with my penis, running her hand back and forth over it, getting it
very hard, but keeping it pinned to my belly, not letting it jump up in the
air.  She knew what I liked.  I leaned over a little and kissed her deeply,
and after letting her recover, gave her another.  She was breathing faster
and looked a little flush when we were done.

     I didn't say anything, I just got up and let her fall to her back,
kneeling beside her and spreading her legs.  Without any preliminaries I
dove in, driving my tongue between her lips, finding her clean, but a little
excited.  Rachel didn't like much foreplay when it came to eating her
pussy, light kisses and licking tickled her, rather than making her excited. 
I went right to work, running my tongue on one side of her clitoris hood,
then around and back down the other side, keeping pressure against the
center.  Her legs fell wider apart and her hips shifted to give me better
access.  I felt her hand reach up underneath me to milk my cock.

     I let my hands run up and down her thighs as I licked her, feeling the
muscles underneath the outer layer of smooth fat.  Paul must have been
working her out pretty good, she seemed solid enough.  There were no
saggy parts of her body, the fat layer was evenly distributed over her core,
except for her tummy on her hands and knees.  But even her stomach was
free of folds or creases, just one large expanse of skin, like a large flat tit. 
One thing I noticed was the difference in quality between her skin and that
of Tegan.  Rachel felt kind of moist, maybe, compared to the silky sheen
of Tegan.  Both were great, just different.

     Rachel was building up now, so I eased back, keeping the pressure up,
but not so insistent, letting my tongue glide smoothly around her clit, and
not sucking it between my lips, which would drive her over the edge into
hard spasms, I knew from experience.  She faltered a bit and I caught back
up, licking hard until I could feel her tip over the edge, then slowing down
and keeping steady pressure on the sides of her clit until I felt her tighten
up and shiver, the smallest of orgasms she could have.  I let the tempo fall
back until we were still, leaving my tongue covering her clit for a minute
until I pulled away, giving her moist pussy lips a nice kiss.

     I crawled back up and laid down beside her, trapping my cock against
her side.  She turned her head toward me and gave me the funniest look
that said everything; is that all??  

     I laughed. "I know, save it until tonight."

     Rachel closed her eyes and moaned, pressing her legs together in mock
agony.

     "You'll live.  Want something to drink?"

     "Hmmm."

     "Orange juice?"

     "Yes, please."

     She was sitting up when I came back and I handed her a glass of juice
and sat next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder.

     "Paul says we're eating an early dinner tonight, pizza.  All you girls
get to eat together and gossip."

     "Oh.  What's gossip?"

     I smiled.  "It means talking about other people, sharing secrets."

     "Oh."

     "Well, I don't suppose you have many, come to think of it.  Anyway,
you girls can spend some time together, we thought you'd like that.  You
can get to know Tegan a little, see what Mary's been doing while you
were gone."

     "You like Tegan?" she asked.

     I kissed her on the head.  "Don't be jealous, of course I like Tegan. 
But I like you too."

     "I know."

     "She and Mary have been pretty close, they're about the same age. 
It's going to be difficult breaking them up.  I was thinking next time I'd
suggest keeping them together, trying to work out a trade for another girl,
with you of course."

     "Oh."  She seemed kind of subdued.

     "Or would you like to spend six months with me alone?"

     "I think I'd get sore."

     I laughed, and hugged her.  "That's my Rachel."

     We were quiet for a bit while she finished her juice.  I thought she had
something more to say, her lips and eyes were kind of quivering.

     "Yeeesss?  What?"

     She shrugged.  "I was just wondering . . . "

     "Who, you mean?  Which girl?"

     She shrugged again, kept her eyes down.

     "You're cute, you are jealous.  I like that.  What if I left it up to you?"

     "I don't know."

     "Think about it.  Abby maybe?"

     "Maybe."

     "Not Connie obviously."

     "No."

     "Maybe Marcia?  Remember her?  I think she would give you
cuddlies, or you'd make her."

     Rachel laughed and hid her face in my chest.

     "There's not that many girls, you know.  Maybe Luana, the little girl? 
She might not be too young to trade next time, and she'd do as you
pleased, I'm sure.  Or maybe Nicole?  You and her are about the same
age, that might work for you."

     Rachel was quiet for a moment, and I figured it was time to give her
the news.

     "We're going to have a new addition when you come back, someone
you haven't met yet."

     She lifted up her head and looked at me, a little concern in her face.

     "Paul arranged for me to have a baby girl, and I'd like you to be in
charge of bringing her up."

     "Really? A baby for me?" she said.  She seemed to be excited by the
news, judging by her face.

     "Yeah, do you mind?"

     "I don't think so.  Abby had one."

     "I know."

     "How soon?" she asked.  "When I come back?"

     "Sooner, it's coming tomorrow, here."

     "Really?"

     "Abby can show you the ropes, and I need to build a larger home for
you girls."

     "Oh.  Won't that take time?"

     "About six months, so I'll pick you and the baby up at the next
meeting, and probably trade Mary and Tegan at the same time, that's why
I wondered who you thought might make good company."

     She laid her head back down on my chest and I let her think for a
minute.

     "I'll miss you being away that long, but at least you'll be with Paul,
and you'll have plenty to do."

     Rachel didn't appear to have anything else to add, but she didn't
appear to be upset.  She yawned like she wanted to go to sleep anyway,
she usually did after cumming.

     "Well, never mind, we'll talk about it more later.  I'm going to wake
the girls up and get them ready, they're still asleep from the trip, but it's
past time to rouse them.  Want to take a nap here while I'm doing that?"

     "Bathroom first?"

     "Sure, use the main bath through that door."  I pointed to the hallway
leading down to the bathroom off the main suite.  The girls's bedroom had
its own bath.

     "You want to watch?" she said, with a wicked smile.

     "Not this time," I said, my hands on my hips, in mock exasperation. 
"Why? Paul doesn't?"

     She giggled and turned to walk away.

     "It's a pity girl, you're just so darn cute when you pee."

     She gave me a smile over her shoulder and disappeared down the hall,
shaking her new hair back and forth and wiggling her big ass for me.  She
was a saucy girl sometimes, but I knew how to cure that at home.  I guess
she figured she could get away with anything on Paul's ground.  Oh well,
I thought, if she didn't have a personality she wouldn't be as fun to fuck
and play with.

     Paul I decided to have a session in the evening with all the girls we
had; Mary and Tegan, Rachel, Abby, Connie and Anne, three girls each,
with a lot of swapping between.  I planned to finish up with Rachel's
titties for old time's sake, as it were, but just having so many girls
involved was going to be fun.  I was already dreaming up combinations.

     We met together for dinner first, Paul had called in some pizza and we
let the girls sit together in a dining area while Paul and I relaxed in a
audio-video room watching sports on the tube.  The girls would be quiet
for awhile and then all of sudden we could hear a big giggling fit break
out, and then back to whispering, apparently.

     "What do you think they're talking about?" asked Paul.

     "Probably about our sexual peccadillos."

     "Really?  I didn't think I had any," he said.  

     "You don't normally let the girls get together like that."

     "Not up to now, I've been real security conscious.  But with all the
girls being traded around, I don't know if there's any point."

     "I like it when they act their age, silly and all," I said.  "Makes it more
exciting."

     "I suppose.  I just like the sex myself, making them do what I want."

     "You could do that with escorts, Paul, there must be more to it than
that."

     "Oh well, they turn me on, no question about that.  But I don't care
too much how they feel about it."

     "But you treat your girls pretty well?"

     "What can I say?  I'm just a nice guy."

     I hadn't given it a lot of thought, but obviously all the guys had
varying motives for our lifestyle.  I wondered about our upcoming guest.

     "The doc, tell me about his girls," I said.

     "Ah, delightful," Paul answered with a grin.  "He started about two
years before you.  One of the girls is about six, from Cambodia, really
beautiful, light brown skin, black hair."

     "No kidding, most of us prefer white girls it seems."

     "Well, Doc won't fly, so he never plowed that ground.  She makes a
nice contrast, he named her Kim."

     "That fits," I said.  "What about the other one?"

     "Doc went the baby route, same as you're doing, from Europe.  He
named her Julie, she's a little older than Kylee, you remember her?"

     "Yeah, being as fucking her was the whole reason I'm doing this."

     Paul chuckled.  "Julie's just old enough to take it all the way, and she
loves to please."

     "She grew up that way?"

     "Sure, she's never known anything else.  She likes girls, too."

     "I wonder . . . "

     "How soon he started?" asked Paul.

     "Yeah, I'm not too comfortable about that part of it."

     "Well, I think you just let it happen naturally I suppose.  You'll know
the time."

     We sat without talking, watching the game, but probably both thinking
about the same thing.  When indeed would you start to have sex with a
girl?  Certainly after toilet training, maybe just have her in bed with the
other girls at first.

     In the meantime we had other things to occupy us, as the first couple
of girls filtered into the room, having finished dinner and cleaned up.  Paul
grabbed Anne and I took Connie into my lap and began to fondle her
sweet little pussy, and then Mary and Tegan showed up.  

     "Well, the heck with the game," said Paul, shutting off the TV.  "Let's
move this party to bed."


 4.  Two by six


     Paul's extensive play room facilities were copied in his home on a
more moderate scale.  He had a room set aside for sex play, three of the
couch beds in a row that could be moved around on wheels, and a restraint
area with the usual bdsm gear.  Unlike the fly-in center, the bathrooms
were pretty standard, a pair of them, one with a large tub.  We herded the
girls into the large bathroom to get ready for us while Paul and I took
turns using the other.  Within a few minutes Paul and I were lying in robes
on our beds watching six shiny naked girls assemble in a row in front of
us, taking up their standard positions, legs slightly spread, hands at their
sides, their eyes darting between us, wondering who they would be with.

     "Well, what's your pleasure?" asked Paul.

     "My choice, eh?"

     "Guests get the prime cuts."

     "Ah, but what to do when they're all prime?"

     I knew I wanted Rachel, and I figured Tegan and Mary should go as
a pair to Paul, so that left Abby, Connie and Anne.  Abby of course was
the oldest, 10 years old, her best asset being her big well-divided bottom,
deep enough cleavage to fuck.  Connie was kind of a proto-typical girl for
a 9 year old, slim, light blonde hair, a boyish bottom.  I really like her
back and waist, it was exciting to grasp such a tiny figure with your cock
buried inside.  Anne was the youngest, and still had a very adolescent
pussy, pouting out from between her legs at the end of lines of flesh
extending down in a v-form on either side of a little belly of baby fat.  It
was the kind of pussy you just wanted to reach out and squeeze, and that's
what I did as soon as I motioned her over to the bed, along with Connie
and Rachel.

     At first I sat on the edge of the bed and just played around with all the
flesh in front of me, feeling their skin and diddling their cunts.  Rachel
was the funnest to play with, so I had the other two kneel in front of me
and take turns sucking cock while I moved Rachel over to the right out of
the way and proceeding to take account of every swell of her body with
one hand, while I stroked the soft hair of the girls with their heads in my
lap.  Paul had gone right to work, laying Tegan back on his bed and
sucking the bejesus out of her puss, making her whimper fetchingly in
response, while Abby laid beside her with Mary on top doing a sixty-nine
for Paul's amusement.

     I decided one girl's mouth was enough, and picked Connie, who had
the more experienced tongue.  Anne I motioned over to kneel in front of
Rachel, who I pushed down into a squatting position to open up her fat
cunt for oral attention, a really nasty sight, very wanton.  I lightly swatted
Rachel's bottom cheeks just for fun as Anne found her sweet spot and
began to suck and lick it.  I was content to stay like that until Rachel got
a couple of cums under her tummy, as my next move was going to be
impaling her vagina, and I wanted it warm and wet.

     In the meantime I had Paul's show to watch.  Tegan was getting no
mercy at all, and soon was thrashing around as Paul gripped her thighs and
lifted her bodily up to his mouth as he ground his tongue inside as deep
as he could, forcing the poor girl into an unrelenting orgasm that left her
crying real tears in response.  Like me, Paul liked it best when they didn't,
and Tegan's protests inflamed him even more.  He wiped his hand across
his mouth and knelt on the bed, grabbing her legs and pulling her to him,
carefully, but forcefully driving his cock into her body until no more
would go in, then leaning forward to kiss her and lick her face clean of her
tears as he slowly fucked in and out.  She would need some lubricant to
replace his saliva soon, but for the moment he had her completely helpless
and totally impaled.

     Abby by this time was immersed in her own orgasm and had forgotten
Mary's pussy for the moment to concentrate on her own, leaning her head
back with her eyes squeezed shut while Mary continued to lick her good,
knowing without being told what her job should be in this situation.  Abby
was the control person in that relationship obviously, and demonstrated it
by spanking Mary's little bottom spread above her, urging her to lick
harder and deeper.

     I could see Rachel was getting warmed up by the pink flush on her
chest and cheeks, and the way her eyes were losing focus, but watching all
this action was getting to me as well, and I could have easily cum in
Connie's mouth as she expertly sucked and licked me.  It was time to
move on, and Rachel's orgasm be damned, but as if she could read my
mind she grabbed Anne's head and began thrusting against her, grinding
her pussy into Anne's mouth and lusting after a cum, getting there quickly
as I spanked her big bottom in time to her motions.

     I let Rachel quake a few times and then took things in hand, pulling
my cock out of Connie's mouth and grabbing Rachel, pushing her back on
the bed.  I climbed up after her and grabbed her by the armpits, tossing her
further up the bed, then spread her legs wide and rubbed my cock through
the folds of her cunt, picking up some moisture.  Rachel was taken by
surprise, but had enough presence of mind to pull up her knees and rock
her bottom up to help the geometry as I worked my cock tip inside and let
it slide up her vagina.  

     Rachel was pretty used to being fucked by now, but she was still just
a girl and very tight, so I never gave into the impulse to just ram my cock
inside, you could do some damage.  Instead I eased it past her fat lips until
I could feel resistance and sense Rachel tightening up as my cock head
brushed her cervix.  Only after pulling out and pushing back inside a few
times and taking stock of the moisture situation was I comfortable enough
to begin really fucking her, setting up a rhythm that quickly brought her
to the edge again.  I was used to looking down at her little wobbling titties
and the skin between turning pink, her eyes half closed, her tongue playing
at the edges of her mouth, and I knew she was getting it good.  So was I
for that matter, the trouble was going to be holding back.

     I realized that I had pretty much forgotten the other girls, and I
interrupted plumbing Rachel's depths for a moment.

     "Girls, there's a couple of breasts up her that could use some sucking,
see if you can get a little milk out of them."

     I waived Anne and Connie up onto the bed and pulled them up on
either side of me so they were lying butt up and able to suckle Rachel
while I enjoyed the sight.  We settled into that position for a little while,
Rachel letting her arms curl up to cradle the girls' heads as their sweet
little lips worked over her puffies.  I knew Rachel liked to have her whole
breasts sucked inside, and told the girls what to do.  Soon my fat little girl
was rocking the bed, her hips bucking up to meet me as she leaned her
head back into the mattress and started whipping her hair back and forth
a little, grunting and groaning in an honest to goodness vaginal orgasm,
my cock being nicely squeezed by her contractions.  I let her have as much
as she wanted, and stayed still when she collapsed and went slack, letting
her sensitive pussy recover a bit, resting back on my knees and gently
caressing her ample tummy flesh.  I figured she deserved it, just for
looking like a cherub.

     While I waited for the next act, I spent some time amusing myself
rubbing the other girl's bottoms and watching what was going on over at
Paul's bed.  He had mercifully left off tormenting Tegan and was lying
back on the bed being ridden reverse cowboy style by Abby, who was
sitting in his lap with her knees up being eaten by Tegan, lying between
Paul's legs.  Mary in the meantime was sitting backwards over Paul's face,
being furiously tongued out.  Apparently the earlier sex play with Abby
had excited her down there, because she was obviously very sensitive and
was straining to stay in place and endure the soft wet beating she was
taking from Paul.

     A little of that action and I was ready for more of my own, and I
pulled Rachel up from the bed, giving her a good pop on the bottom when
she was slow to move.  I laid back in the warm spot she had created and
set the girls up.

     "Anne, grab that lubricant over there and get me good and wet, that's
a girl."

     I let the other girls sit on their haunches until Anne returned and
squirted the lube on my cock and spread it around with her hand.  While
she was wiping clean with a cloth, I pulled Rachel on top of me.

     "You can start the action," I said as she kneeled over me, "you're
already warmed up.  You girls get any milk last time?"

     They both shook their heads no, a little uncertain.

     "Well, try again, kneel on either side of me here."

     Rachel would have just as soon taken a long nap after her fucking, but
she performed her task, reaching down for my cock, handling it with two
fingers to avoid getting lube all over her hands, and guiding it inside as
she straddled over me.  I arranged the girls so they were kneeling away
from me, each of them at one of Rachel's breasts again.  That gave me
two bottoms to play with and Rachel some support to help her move and
down, by using the girls' shoulders as a handhold.  It was difficult work
for her to move her big body like that, making sure she was keeping me
aimed properly at the same time, and all thoughts of orgasms vanished
from her mind, as she bit her lower lip and concentrated on her work.

     Connie and Anne were next of course, so after stroking their bottoms
for a minute or two I let my hands dip underneath their haunches to invade
their private parts, forcing them to spread their legs and expose their
naughty little assholes in a very wicked way.  I was soon lost in girl flesh,
laying back and letting my hips buck up a little to pound into Rachel,
making sucking sounds as my cock moved in her lubricated vagina.  I had
two fingers up both the other girls, circling them around in what I'm sure
was a very uncomfortable manner given their position, but gaining the
desired effect of forcing their vaginas to warm up.  I had both my thumbs
centered right on their anuses, and could feel their winkie muscles spasm
as I hit sensitive areas inside.

     Rachel was started to strain, and I was just about to spell her when
Paul started to make it clear he was going to cum, encouraging Abby to
work harder, grabbing her by the waist and helping her pump.  Tegan was
still between Abby's legs, but Mary had been pushed aside for the
moment, and was sitting besides Paul looking for something to do.  I
caught her eye from behind Connie's butt and motioned with my hand to
slide hers under Abby's butt.  She got the idea and ran her palm over
Paul's belly to take the bottom of his shaft between her fingers, following
Abby's bottom up and down.

     "Take it out Abby, I'm going to cum!" Paul said.

     Abby knew what he wanted apparently and jumped off his cock, taking
it in her hand and leaning over it so that the tip was aimed right at her
face.  Paul had other ideas, and took Abby's hand in his, aiming his cock
at an angle and a little to the left as he pushed Mary down towards it. 
Abby understood what he wanted and helped steady Mary with one hand
while she pumped with the other, getting everything into place just as Paul
shot a streak of cum into the air that landed on Mary's right check and fell
across her flat little chest.

     "Go, Abby!" Paul cried, bucking his hips up and over to close the
distance and getting another shot off that landed in Mary's hair before
draping over her nose and chin.  The next one dribbled short, and Abby
leaned back over to rub his cock over her face and make sure the last of
his cum had girl skin to call its own.

     I ignored the aftermath and turned back to my own arrangements just
as Rachel lost my cock, getting a cramp in her left leg that forced her to
fall over on the bed to stretch it out.  That was alright, she had more than
served her turn, so I pulled Connie in next, correcting her when she tried
to face me to force her to ride me reverse, allowing me to admire her
hourglass back profile.  I pulled Anne up next up next to me on her back
and dipped my hand between her legs, keeping her pussy company until
its turn.  Rachel worked the cramp out her leg and joined us on the other
side, and I turned her facing away from me with her head on my shoulder
so I could reach around and cradle her left breast, her big bottom pressed
against my side.  With Connie pumping up and down on my penis, little
girl pussy in one hand and fat girl titty in the other, I was set for awhile.

     I did raise my head up a couple of times to see what Paul was doing. 
He had the three girls arranged in a sort of pyramid, Abby lying on her
back, Mary straddling on her face and Tegan kneeling over Abby with her
face in her pussy and her butt hiked up in the air, Mary's face buried
there.  Apparently he had to try a couple of combinations of girls before
the arrangement worked, but now he was happy, lying back on the bed
watching the girls and stroking himself back into shape.  Paul liked that
sort of thing, it was always him that promoted the various games we would
play that involved groups of girls all trying to bugger each other in a
circle, and similar games of entanglement.

     I was doing a good job of holding back by focusing on my the flesh
in my hands, making Connie huff and puff while she tried to bring me off. 
The lubrication was beginning to fail a little bit, and Connie wasn't
producing any at the moment, so it was time to switch.  I left Rachel
where she was at and had Anne take over, first re-lubing my cock.  I had
no intention of coming inside her either, and laid back to enjoy the sight
of her pump up and down facing me while I fondled Connie's bum with
her head resting on my chest.  

     Meanwhile Paul had broken out the toys, and had strapped belts with
relatively slender dildos to Mary and Tegan, and was just starting to
arrange them as I turned to watch.  Abby was on the bed again, butt up,
and Paul was prodding Mary into place to fuck into her from behind with
her dildo.  Once he had Mary in position he laid Tegan on top of her,
shifting her around until her plastic prod was seated inside Mary, forming
a three butt tower of girl.  Paul was now fully erect again, and after
greasing up he came up from behind and completed the triple impalement
by sliding slowly into Tegan again, making the girl whimper and moan in
complaint, the extended fucking being way past her normal limit of
enjoyment.

     My cock was reaching its limit as well, and it was all I could do not
to shoot up into Anne.  She was so cute, her hair bouncing around as she
worked, the lips of her little pussy bulged out around my shaft.  But I
owed Rachel one for old times sake, and finally reached up to lift off
Anne, depositing her on the bed breathing hard, giving her a pat on the
head for her able fucking.  I rolled back over and gave Rachel a good pop
on the butt.

     "Get up sleepy head and kneel on the floor.  Connie, hand me that
lube, will you?"

     Rachel knew what I wanted and settled into place as I sat on the edge
of the bed and handed her the lube.  

     "Where do you want me?" asked Connie.

     "Relax, Rachel can handle it from here, right girl?"

     Rachel just smiled as she smeared the lube on my cock and snuggled
herself closer, lining it up and then smashing her fat little boobs around the
shaft, pushing them together with her hands and trapping my cock in a
cage of fingers so it would stay engaged.  She didn't have to work very
hard, I was more than ready, but I still held off a bit, just to get a good
head of steam built up.

     "Paul, you want to see old faithful going off?" I said.

     He laughed and looked up from his pile of girl butts.

     It was indeed a geyser, pumping straight up between her nipples, the
first shot landing hit on top of her head, messing up her new brown hair,
gobs of cum dribbling down her tresses.  The second streaked right into
her face as she looked down a bit and aimed the tip, knowing that's what
I wanted to see.  The rest fell on top of her tits and hands until we were
covered in goo from the sperm and the lube, the drips glistening off
Rachel's belly as I pulled away to let her wipe us off.  I fell back on the
bed and gathered the other two girls next to me, letting my hands wander
while I enjoyed the afterglow and the feeling of Rachel wiping my cock
with a soft cloth.

     Paul came shortly thereafter, trying to get cum on all three girls and
succeeding a little, with the limited reservoir he had left.  I think his girls
were relieved he was done, they were all frazzled from the gymnastics he
had put them through.  My girls were also pretty tuckered out, just from
fucking themselves to death on my seemingly oblivious prod, and we kind
of broke up for bed by common assent.  

     "What do you want to do for sleeping arrangements?" I asked.

     "Anything in mind?"

     "I thought it would be nice to sleep with Rachel and Mary again, let
them get see each other, and Tegan as well, a nice familiar group for
snuggling."

     "Sounds great, let's go girls," he said to Connie and Anne.  I kissed
them both and patted them on the bottom before passing them over, they
had performed perfectly.

     I escorted my three girls down the hall, and after we cleaned up I
crawled into bed with all three of them, Rachel's soft bottom nestling
against my cock.


 5.  Three by eight (and a half)


     The next morning I cooked some eggs and french toast for the girls
and we had a chance to sit around the table together and chat for a bit.  I
sat Rachel on my right so I could admire the way her flesh looked sitting
in a chair.  She had maybe gained a little bit of weight at Paul's, or
possibly she had just grown, but there seemed to be more skin around her
tummy and thighs.  On the other hand Paul had kept her exercise program
up, and she was quite firm, not sloppy fat at all, just big, smooth and pink.

     We had some time before Doc was due to arrive, so I rolled around on
the bed with the girls for awhile, paying special attention to caressing
every inch of Rachel of course.  I didn't want to cum and figured I'd take
it easy on the girls' privates, so I just laid back and let them take turns,
one girl sucking me while the other two laid by my side with my arms
around them.  It was a pleasant way to kill a morning.

     Paul knocked on the door just before lunch and let himself in while
Rachel was kneeling between my legs licking my cock, her big bottom up
in the air pointed towards the end of the bed.  Paul didn't waste time with
any pleasantries at all, he just walked over to the bed, shucked off his
sweat pants, crawled up behind her and laid his cock between her cheeks,
leaning over to kiss her back while he reached underneath to grab her
puffy nipples.  This move diverted Rachel's attention from my cock for a
moment, but being the trooper she was, it was soon back in her mouth.

     "You had something in mind?" I asked Paul, after giving him a couple
of minutes dry humping Rachel's butt.

     "Probably, but I forgot," he joked.  "Oh yeah, Doc is on the way,
should be here in about ten minutes."

     "Great, do I need any clothes?"

     "Nah, he'll pull into the underground garage, we'll meet him there."

     "Well, I think I'll get a robe," I said, giving Mary and Tegan a kiss as
I pulled away from Rachel and jumped out of bed.

     "Suit yourself," said Paul, still lost in Rachel's bottom, palming a
cheek in each hand and pressing the flesh around his cock.

     A few minutes later Paul was back in his pants and we were standing
in a garage that was connected to the private section underneath his house,
with Doc's van ticking as it cooled off, a sign on the side identifying his
clinic.  Doc jumped out to greet us, a small man with long grey hair and
a beard wearing a conservative suit.  He didn't say anything about my
robe, I assumed he knew what I was doing.

     Paul made the introductions, and we chatted for a bit as Doc led us
around to the rear of his van to get the girls.  The inside was filled with
medical equipment cabinets on the walls and a stretcher on wheels in the
middle, which Paul and I hauled out onto the floor of the garage.  The
front wall of the interior was false, and hinged open to reveal and small
space running across the van just in back of the driver's compartment. 
Two girls were seated there, one on each side, strapped into their seats and
wearing gags, a sensible precaution.  Between them was a plastic container
strapped to the floor.  A fan could be heard whirring behind a grate on one
end.


     Doc removed the gags first, and wiped the girls' faces with a cloth. 
He introduced us to the girls as he released them.

     "This is Kim," he said, handing her to us.  "She's been taking care of
the baby."

     "Thanks Kim," I said, but the girl was shy and didn't have anything
to say.  Paul gave her a swat on the butt as she worked her way past us,
which made her giggle.  She was as Paul described, very asian, with
smooth tan skin, and very pretty - delicate facial features, slightly extended
nipples, a half moon ass with divided cheeks and a nice pouty pussy with
pronounced pussy lips and a puffy mons.  

     "And this is my little Julie," said Doc, handing her to us.

     "Hi Julie," I said.

     "Hi.  Are you going to play with me?"

     We all laughed at that, and she laughed too, not self conscious at all.

     "I'm looking forward to it," I said.

     She did remind me of Kylee, a bouncy little girl with soft flesh, bright
blonde hair and apple cheeks.  She was a fleshy girl, a pot belly and very
fat pussy lips, the distended mons giving her front profile a triple hump
look.  She had heavy bottom cheeks, broad and round.  

     While the girls waited by the van, Doc unlatched the container and
carefully pushed it towards us.  Paul and I slid it down the van floor and
then picked it up and placed it on a workbench, being gentle with it, as we
knew what was inside.  Doc jumped down from the van and came over to
join us.

     "You don't want any noise in case you get stopped by the cops, and
you can't really gag a baby, so I made this device."

     He unlatched the top and flipped up the lid on a hinge.  Inside was a
sleeping baby strapped into a seat wrapped in a blanket.  The inside of the
box was well lit and an LCD screen was fitted on the inside lid, still
displaying a cartoon show, something to soothe the baby presumably,
although in this case it wasn't needed.  Doc shut off the container's
systems and lifted the child out, holding it in his arms for us to admire,
sort of.

     "Well, it's a baby," I said.

     "Yeah, well, not much you can tell at this age," Doc said, picking up
on my lack of enthusiasm.  "But just imagine three years from now, when
our life is all she's ever known."

     I didn't need to imagine, I had Julie to look at, waiting by the van,
shifting on her feet a little.  I knew how exciting a small girl could be that
was uninhibited by any social conventions and viewed pleasing a cock as
the entire purpose of her existence.

     "Here Kim, you take her," Doc said.  "I got some baby gear you guys
can help carry."

     "No need, I've got a cart," said Paul, opening up a door into the hall. 
He disappeared for a second and came back with a small four-wheeled cart
with a handle, intended for baggage handling at airports.  Doc and I loaded
a few boxes from the van and we set off down the hall to the girl's
quarters.

     Abby, Anne and Connie were there and they were all excited about the
baby, why I didn't know.  To me it was just a problem for the moment,
something that needed to be fed and cleaned, which was something I didn't
care to be involved with in any way.  If the girls wanted that job, that was
fine with me.  The baby woke up as Abby was handling it, and she went
off to sit in a chair and cuddle it while the other girls went into their
kitchen to prepare some formula.  

     "Well," said Doc, wringing his hands, "I believe you have a new
patient for me?"

     "Yes indeed," I said. "Her name is Mary, you want to see her now?"

     "Business before pleasure."

     "Why don't you bring Rachel and Tegan down too," said Paul, "and
we'll get the girls lunch and then play around."

     Doc hadn't participated in the trip to Paul's fly-in facility, and had
therefore never seen Mary.  The other girls had all been to Paul's house
at one time or the other, and Doc always came over to check them out. 
Paul said he witnessed Doc's bedside manner, which was rather
unconventional, given that he performed the examinations in the nude and
interrupted them for frequent cock sucking, unless that was a test of their
tongue muscles or something.

     I retrieved my girls and introduced Doc to Mary, sending her off down
the hall with him while Rachel and Tegan joined the girls cooing over the
baby.  Paul and I ate with the girls and were just finishing up when Doc
brought Mary back, no longer wearing his suit, but a loose robe with his
cock swinging out.  Mary looked about like you'd expect after being
prodded and poked, both medically and sexually.  She was rubbing her
arm where a bandage covered the place she had been given her shots.  We
saved some lunch for her and let her eat in peace while Doc joined Paul
and I at a table and polished off a couple of sandwiches with a beer.

     "She looks fine," said Doc.  "I checked her teeth, she's probably going
to need some bite correction in a couple of years, but she's been taking
care of them."

     "I insist on it."

     "As do we all, I assume, not very practical to do children's dentistry
at a whim."

     "Doc handles that for us as well," said Paul.

     "That's right," said Doc, "there's no part of a little girl's anatomy I
can't fix."
     
     "Or screw," said Paul.  "Speaking of which . . . "

     "Give Mary the afternoon off," said Doc.  "She's had several shots at
once, and I took some blood, that's pretty tough on a girl that age."

     "Right," said Paul, "We'll leave Abby out too to handle the baby."

     Paul went off to get the playroom ready and Doc and I chatted for a
bit as he finished up lunch.  It seemed that owning girls himself was
something he was only able to handle recently, after spending many years
serving the other members of the group as a physician to their girls, which
gave him all the access he craved.  But he had finally shut down his public
practice and had more time to himself, and had entered the world of
owning slaves with great relish.  He was very proud of his girls, as most
of us were.  I found his attitude similar to mine, perverted in the extreme,
but loving.  

     When Paul came back we herded the available girls into the playroom,
leaving Mary taking a nap and Abby burping my baby.  I realized I was
going to have to name it, but I thought I would leave that up to Rachel, it
seemed like a fair trade for her efforts, and it would instill a certain sense
of motherhood perhaps.

     I had hoped I could spend time with Doc's girls, and I wasn't
disappointed.  Kim and Julie came to my bed, Rachel and Connie went
with Doc, a nice contrasting pair, while Paul took on Anne and Tegan.  I
sat on the edge of the bed with the two little girls standing in front of me,
as I customarily started out, just appraising their charms for the moment. 
I stuck two fingers underneath Kim and spread her tan pussy lips apart,
revealing her little clit, which was sticking out a little in its hood.

     "Hey, look who's come out to play.  Julie, I bet you know how to lick
that?"

     I pointed to Kim's clitty, and Julie shook her head up and down.  "Yes
sir."

     "Why don't you show me."

     "Okay."

     "Torment her a little."

     Julie giggled in reply.  I wasn't sure if she knew what I meant.  She
shifted her feet a little until it was apparent I meant for her to do it right
then and there, with Kim still standing.  She didn't hesitate then, kneeling
down between her legs and tilting her head back, her little tongue sticking
out until she was flicking the end of Kim's hood.  Kim hissed at the
delicate assault and raised up a little on the balls of her feet, trying to
escape, but I put a strong left hand on her bottom and held her in place. 
I guess Julie understood after all.

     I had to believe that Doc had played this game before, because Julie
was really letting Kim have it, lashing the very tip of Kim's clit as it
extended from the hood, gripping her thighs in her little hands to keep
engaged.  It was too much for Kim and she tried to twist away, so I cuffed
her bottom hard, making a nice little smacking sound.  She got back in
position and opened her legs, but her hands were clenched and her eyes
squeezed shut while she grimaced and waited for the torture to resume.

     "Okay, Julie, go easy on her now, but I'd like to feel her cum."

     Julie wiped her mouth and nodded, shifting her knees a little to get in
position.  Kim relaxed cautiously until Kim had her mouth engaged with
her pussy, licking and sucking around her clit without teasing it.  I let the
girls go about their business for a moment and concentrated on taking
stock of Kim's charms with my hands, stroking her hair and back, running
my hands over her soft nipples and cupping her little stomach in my hand. 
She had skin like Tegan's, silky smooth, almost like it was powdered.  She
looked great with her eyes closed and mouth parted, her tummy pushing
in and out as her breathing deepened.

     Kim was getting close, so I helpfully stuck my hand under her bottom
and rubbed her pussy from behind, getting to the parts that Julie wasn't
licking, and finally pushing a finger inside, which almost immediately set
her off.  She held her breath for a moment and then let it out, moaning as
Julie's tongue sent shock waves through her body.  I could feel the
entrance of her vagina clenching my finger, and wanted that sensation on
my cock.  I let her go until it was clear she had enough and then tapped
Julie on the head, who understood the message and stood back up, wiping
her mouth with the back of her hand.  I handed her a cloth to do a better
job.

     "That was nice, but I think it's my turn," I said.

     I laid back on the bed and settled in while the girls waited and then
motioned Julie up beside me on the right, tucking her into my arms with
my hand cupping her bottom.  

     "Kim, you go first, mouth first dear."

     She started to climb over my legs, but I reached out and corrected her,
making her kneel besides me.  That way her tongue was laying against the
front of my cock, and I had her dark-skinned ass to play with besides. 
With bottom cheeks in both hands I laid back and let the girl suck while
looking over to see what the others were doing.

     Doc had gone right for pussy I noticed, lying on his bed with Connie
riding him.  Rachel was straddling his chest and leaning forward, and Doc
was running his hands all over her body, squeezing her cheeks, stroking
her back, playing with her hanging breasts and belly, while Connie was
using her shoulders for support while pumping her hips up and down on
his cock.  I thought that was a pretty good way to get pussy while at the
same time getting the whole Rachel experience.

     Paul was making his girls put on a gymnastic exhibition again, Tegan
and Anne straddling across his body with their legs scissored around his
cock, trying to beat him off with their pussy lips, something I was familiar
with as well.  Both girls were experienced with this position, but they had
never done it together, and it looked like they were having a little bit of
trouble getting coordinated, as Paul had his hands cupped under their asses
and was pushing them together and helping them move up and down.

     I turned my attention back to my own cock, as Kim was doing a very
nice job of giving it a warm and wet sucking, swirling her tongue around
the shaft.  She controlled the shaft with one hand and pulled her head
completely clear of the head on each up stroke, sinking her lips back down
on it and sucking it all the way inside while her tongue danced around it. 
It was a motion that was designed to pull cum from the cock, and there
was only so long I could let it go if I was going to enjoy their pussies.

     "Kim, that's fabulous, but take it easier, I don't want to cum yet."

     She nodded her head a little and changed her motion, keeping my cock
inside her mouth and slowing down the pumping action considerably,
teasing the head with her lips and tongue, and changing up to just lightly
sucking it with no motion at all.  It was exquisite torment, but without the
up and down motion I could concentrate on the sensation without being
pushed to cum.

     I wanted their pussies in the worst way, but first I thought it would be
fun to see what Julie could do with a cock, and after enjoying Kim's
sucking for awhile, I tapped her on the bottom and pulled her around to
lie beside me as Julie was, her head lying on my chest with her bottom
cupped in my hand.

     "Your turn, Julie."

     She smiled and raised up to kneel next to me like Kim had done, and
wasted no time getting my cock planted in her mouth.  She had obviously
been paying attention to what Kim was doing, as she tried to do the same,
sucking me rather than pumping her head up and down.  It was an
interesting study in contrasts, Kim had used her tongue like a pro, tickling
the glans of my penis with the tip of her tongue in the most excruciating
manner.  Julie's tongue was unpredictable, she didn't have the same kind
of muscle control, but it was softer in feel, like a warm pillow in her
mouth.  Visually her sucking was very exciting just given how small her
mouth was, the way her lips were stretched out by the shaft.  It was
probably her size and age that made it so exciting, and I knew there was
a short fuse on my cum if I let her go too long.

    In the meantime Doc had switched gears, and had penetrated Rachel
from behind, doggy style.  Connie had been relegated to designated tit
sucker, lying underneath Rachel and licking her nipples while Doc held her
by her flanks, pulling her back into his cock and compressing her bottom
against him.  Paul was still into the flexibility contest, the girls scissored
together, holding themselves up by their hands, looking back over their
shoulders trying to keep Paul's cock engaged between their lubricated butt
cheeks.  That was something I had never tried before, and it looked
promising, though a little hard on the girl's arms and legs.

     I had taken all I could of Julie's mouth, it was just too much, and I
wanted pussy before I came.  

     "Okay, Julie, come back up with me.  Kim, ride me facing forward."

     I helped the girls get into position with my hands, getting Julie back
up next to me while Kim straddled my hips and held my cock to her
pussy.  I had worked my hand under her butt while Julie sucked and had
tweaked her pussy and kept it warm, so I figured she might be able to take
me without lubrication.  She did manage to work the head inside, but was
having a little difficulty sinking down on the shaft, so I reached over to the
table beside the bed and handed her a small bottle of lubricant, which she
gratefully accepted.  She hunched up her hips and squirted the lube on her
hand, rubbing it on my cock, and I handed her a cloth to wipe her hands
while putting the bottle back on the table.  This time the shaft sunk inside
her easily, and she settled in to begin her ride.

     Kim was very capable at fucking, that was obvious by the ease of
which she went about her business, getting her legs and arms in position
to allow her hips to be free to float up and down on my cock.  She had
excellent control, each thrust starting with the head just engaged inside her
lips and ending all the way inside to the maximum point comfortable for
the girl, and in a regular rhythm that was bound to bring me off in no time
at all.  I remember reading about Thai girls pumping their pussies up and
down like sewing machines, and this little girl certainly had that motion
down.  It was indeed like being beat off by a pussy.  

     I enjoyed the sensation as long as I could, reaching up with my free
hand to run it through Kim's long black hair and tweaking her cute little
nipples while she worked.  But after a few minutes I reached out and
grabbed her shoulder, slowing her rhythm way down.

     "Nice, but I don't want to cum yet," I told her.

     She smiled and went back to her business, concentrating on tantalizing
my cock with her pussy, squatting on her haunches and bringing her knees
closer, squeezing my penis in a vise of pussy flesh as it made sucking
noises from the lubrication being pushed up and down the shaft.  The girl
was just too darn good, everything she did was so intense it was difficult
to keep yourself in check.  There was nothing I wanted to do but start
spurting inside her pussy like this.

     I was going to shift to Julie, as it was her insides I wanted to spray
down.  While Kim was sucking the life out me with her talented puss, I
had tucked my hand under Julie's butt and was diddling her pussy lips.
She reacted by laying back a little and throwing her legs open, her inner
lips and clit puckering free for my fingers.  Within a few minutes the girl
was breathing hard with her eyes shut as my moistened fingers were
surrounding her clit, stroking her inner lips around it.  It was probably
only my fascination with her pussy that allowed me to hold back, as if I
had concentrated on my cock I'm sure I would have lost control.  I kept
up on Julie until I was sure the little girl was close to cumming.  Let's see
if she can finish on my cock, I thought.

     "Kim, come back and lie with me, it's Julie's turn."

     "Okay," she said, climbing off while Julie rose up on the bed.  "You
have to hold her up in this position, want me to help?"

     "Sure, you know best."

     I was curious to see what she meant.  Kim straddled my legs and came
up behind Julie, as the little girl was rather enthusiastically scrambling over
my hips and positioning her bottom above my cock.  Her hair blocked my
view as she reached underneath her to grab the shaft and bring the tip to
her hole, but I could feel her flesh parting over the head as she slid it in
with no trouble at all.

     She got about an inch inside and then Kim grabbed her under her
arms, supporting her waist as she leaned back and squatted on my erection,
her hands on her legs.  I could see this position was necessary, as there
was no way she could kneel, her legs were too short to go around me. 
Kim's part in the program was also made clear when Julie bottomed on my
cock with only half of it inside.  In order to fuck my cock this way she
had to suspend her bottom in mid air, and she couldn't hold that position
on her own.

     Obviously she and Kim were practiced, as they quickly fell into a
rhythm working together, Julie's bottom pumping up and down on my
cock, which looked like a telephone pole rammed up inside her in relation
to her size; nothing like a tiny girl to inflate the male ego in that way.  I
was so caught up in observing these proceedings that I neglected to
concentrate on what was happening to my cock sexually speaking, but as
I laid back to relax and enjoy the fuck it hit me with a bang.  My cock
was super hard and straining to cum, the little girl's pussy was tight as a
drum around it, squishing lubricant down the shaft in a ring.  I had to
resist flexing my hips up into the girl and leave the penetration to her, but
it was torture lying there and taking it.

     There was no stopping now, and I just let it happen, regretting I would
have so little time inside the girl, but in ecstasy from the feeling as I began
to spurt.  Usually I have a three or four stage cum, a little squirt followed
by a couple of big shots and then some dribbles, but this time I just started
cumming like a shotgun, spurting like mad in the little girl.  I had to reach
out and stop her motion to let the cum play out, and as I gripped her belly
I could feel her quivering as well, the tiny thing cumming while my cock
was spurting inside her.  

     When I finally finished and regained my ability to move, I looked up
to see that cum had actually squirted out of her vagina and had run down
my shaft.  There was going to be a flood when I withdrew, so I sat up and
took Julie in my arms, relieving Kim, and laid her down on the bed with
her legs up, still impaled, a dreamy look on her face and the cutest little
smile greeting me as I looked down on her.  I kissed a finger and laid it
on her lips, and she giggled in return.

     "Kim, grab a couple of cloths there, would you?"

     I lifted up Julie from the bed and let Kim stick a cloth underneath her,
and then laid her back down, not difficult at all, being as she weighed
about forty pounds maybe.  I enjoyed the feeling of my cock trapped
inside the girl, but I didn't want it sticking in her flesh without a good coat
of lubrication involved, so I thought it best to pull out.  It was fun
watching her inner lips react as the shaft pulled out, a tight ring around my
cock, so tight it compressed my cock head flesh as it began to pass
through.  As my tip came out a gusher of cum followed, and it continued
to ooze out of her hole as I sat back and watched her tissues contract back
to normal.  It was remarkable that such a tiny hole could take a cock like
that, and it made the whole experience unbelievably hot.

     I laid back on my arms and let Kim clean us up, and watched what
was going on with Paul and Doc for a minute.  Paul had given up on the
contortion exercises, probably because he had worn the girls out, and was
banging Anne doggy style, with Tegan kneeling by her side, gripping the
bed sheets, apparently after being rooted herself.  Judging by Paul's stroke
he was getting pretty close to cumming, though I was definitely the early
bird today.  

     Doc had ended up with Rachel riding him, his hands reaching up to
cup her fat little breasts.  Connie was a fifth wheel in that position, and
was kneeling in back of Rachel cupping Doc's balls from behind.  Fucking
big girls could be nearly as exciting as little tiny girls, judging by Doc, as
while I watched he rolled over on the bed, dumping Rachel with him and
pulled out his cock while it was spurting, trying to nail Rachel's tits, and
only partially succeeding.  He heard me laugh and looked over and
shrugged, as if to say, what can you do?

     Paul was now back behind Tegan, who was having a rough time of it
as usual when she was sexed for so long, grimacing as she knelt on the
bed with Paul running his cock in a regular rhythm in and out of her
pussy.  He gave her a few more thrusts and then quickly pulled out and
shifted over to Anne, plunging into her pre-lubricated pussy and pulling
her bottom to him by her waist.  A dozen or so strokes later he pulled
himself out and jacked off over both their bottoms, cum splattering down
Tegan's back and dripping off her side.  

     I was pretty hot after watching this action, and turned my attention
back to the girls, who were just back from the bathroom after washing up. 
I jumped up myself and went into the bath to rinse my cock quickly, and
when I came back to the bed I grabbed the lube and lifted Julie off the
floor onto the bed, where she landed on her back with a giggle.  I was
determined to spend a little more time inside the little girl, and greased
myself up for the action.  I handed the bottle to Kim and accepted a cloth
from her, and then turned to look down at my prize, deciding which way
to take her.

     I thought bottom up would be nice, her soft cheeks were so inviting,
so I helped her flip over and had Kim grab a pillow and stick it underneath
her.  She also helpfully arranged Julie's legs apart and I shifted up between
them with my cock aimed at her hole from behind.

     "Is that enough lube?" I asked Kim.

     "I better put some inside," she said, and I let her squirt some on her
finger and tuck inside the little girl, which made her giggle again.  "You
have to go in slow and not too far."

     "I'll be careful, come up and kneel by me."

     I wasn't interested in just sticking it in Julie anyway, I wanted the
pleasure of slowly parting her little pussy.  I teased her with the head first,
stroking it through her inner lips and rubbing it around her clit, which
caused her winkie to clench in a most fetching fashion.  I would have like
to put the head up her ass, another day perhaps.  When my cock was nice
and stiff from diddling the girl I placed the head at the entrance and
gradually eased forward until it was half way in, the wide lower lip ground
into her lips.  There was a little resistance as I let the head go inside, her
hole so tight it compressed the flesh down a bit until it was past the
entrance and into her vagina proper.  I left it like that, rocking back and
forth, lubricant oozing out a little and forming a ring on my shaft just
behind the head.  

     It felt great to have just the tip enclosed like that, but I had a strong
urge to impale the girl as much as I could, and eased it in further, a
fraction of an inch at a time, paying attention to make sure I wasn't
grabbing her tissues.  Kim settled in by my side and I leaned down to give
her a kiss, and palmed her bottom, letting my other hand stroke Julie's soft
inner thigh as I worked my cock inside.  Just about half way I could see
her bottom cheeks tense up and I realized I must be brushing her cervix. 
It was apparently not comfortable for her, so I backed out a bit and noted
how far I could go.  Slowly and carefully I began to stroke in and out,
keeping the penetration even by adjusting my knees back so that my
forward thrust would bottom out just above her delicate point.  I settled in
to enjoy the sensation, her pussy making a squelching sound from the
lubricant.

     I was so lost in the little girl's pussy I didn't notice that Paul and Doc
had come over to watch, having sent their girls off to clean up.  I was
about to say something when I noticed Julie's bottom start to quiver and
her head come up.  The little girl was having another orgasm, and I could
feel her insides shivering as my cock passed through.  I looked up at Paul
and Doc and raised my eyes, and they smiled and nodded back.  It was
truly amazing the way the girl responded, what a precious thing she was. 
I waited until she collapsed back on the pillow, breathing deeply, and
slowly pulled out in regret, reaching down to grab her butt cheeks and
push my cock through them in way of saying goodbye for the moment.

     "We should let the girls have a nap before dinner," said Paul.

     "I want to check out Mary again," said Doc.

     "Sounds good," I said, getting up to grab a robe.  "You've got quite
a pair here Doc."

     "Glad you liked them, I enjoyed your Rachel as well.  I'll have to
spend more time over here, I gather she's staying for awhile."

     "I'll miss her, she was a good catch."

     "Both of you guys have me thinking," said Paul.  "I don't know how
you go out and find a plump one, but I'll be working on it."

     "I haven't gone hunting since I nabbed Mary and Rachel, but I know
a few places to look, and I should keep the instincts tuned.  I owe you a
lot Paul, maybe I can pay you back."

     He slapped my on the back.  "You're working on it, I have Rachel for
six more months."

     Doc and I visited Mary and she seemed fine, and then we left the girls
alone for awhile, all heaped together on a couple of beds to nap while Paul
and Doc and I watched some TV and drank a couple beers before dinner. 
With so many mouths to feed we didn't want to screw around with
cooking, so Paul ordered in Chinese when the girls woke up and we all ate
together in the common area while the girls babbled and giggled with each
other and tried to figure out chopsticks.

     Paul was in charge of the after dinner proceedings, and as usual he had
some games thought up for the girls.  Abby was going to join us so long
as the baby was sleeping, and Mary was feeling well enough to participate
as well.  Paul started us off by making the girls line up in a ring in front
of the three beds, which he arranged in a rough circle.  Each girl started
with one of us and sucked our cocks in and out twenty times, then moved
on to the line for the next man.  There wasn't any particular object of the
game, Paul just thought it would be cool, and it was.  There were eight
girls for three men, so most of the girls had to wait their turn.

     I laid back to enjoy the scene as one after another of the girls
scrambled onto the bed to suck.  Paul liked to watch the girls' faces, so he
had them come up between his legs and kneel down to suck, but Doc and
I liked an ass to play with and arranged the girls the other way.  There was
always something to watch -- the girl on the bed with her hair in your lap,
naked girls standing and waiting their turn, the upturned ass of the girl
sucking Paul -- it was quite a luxurious occasion, and Paul let it go on for
quite awhile, until each girl had been around the ring three times, and our
cocks were aching from the action.

     I guessed the next game before Paul told the girls what to do, although
this time little Julie was exempt and went over to be cuddled and tickled
by Doc.  The girls were allowed to use as much lubricant as they needed,
but Paul dictated the positions they would adopt in turn, starting with
riding us forward.  Each of the girls had to climb up on the bed and kneel
over us, get our cocks inside and ride up and down twenty times before
moving on.  They could do it quick or slow, that was up to them.  If the
cocksucking circle was exciting, this was really fun, and visually very
exciting, all the squatting and bouncing girls to watch across the circle.

     I laid back and just enjoyed the multiple types of pussies that were
being impaled by my cock, everything from Rachel's fleshy mound to
Anne's adolescent little lips.  This was a lot tougher on the girls than
sucking, and they were breathing hard when Connie broke off bouncing on
my cock and Rachel came back around the circle again.

     Next Paul had them ride reverse cowboy style, and instead of pussies
I got to enjoy the variety of little girl bottoms bouncing up and down in
my lap.  This was a great game, Paul really picked a good one, and by this
time my cock was raging.  The girls were getting a bit frazzled by all the
activity, and Paul had that figured too.

     "Okay girls, time for the men to do the work," he said.  "Everyone up
while I shift the beds around."

     I got up and took a drink while Paul pushed the beds around so that
the ends were chasing each other, leaving the long edges forming the
circle.  He arranged the girls on beds on their knees with their asses in the
air, and it was obvious what the next game would be.

     "Okay you guys, twenty strokes each.  Pick up with the girl who was
next in line."

     "What can Julie do, Paul?" said Doc.

     "She probably wouldn't mind sucking Rachel, don't you think?"

     Doc grinned and helped Julie over to lie underneath Rachel, propping
her head up on a pillow so her lips could reach up and contact one of her
teats.  She looked like she was really enjoying it too, reaching up to fondle
the other breast and sucking for all she was worth.  Rachel was funny to
watch with the little girl attached to her nipple, she didn't seem to know
quite what to make of the situation.

     Rachel was my first station, and I checked her pussy, found it moist
and plunged inside, giving her twenty nice long strokes while I playfully
slapped her cheeks.  We were going to have to stroke about at the same
pace or there would be a logjam, so we checked each other out to see how
we were progressing.  At first we all stroked relatively intensely and
slowly, but Paul caught our eye as we were reaching the end of the first
circle and wound his finger in the air, indicating it was time to speed up. 
We got the idea, Paul wanted to turn it into a race, where we fucked faster
and faster as we went around the circle, and both Doc and I got a big grin
on our face at the idea.

     For the guys it was a lot of fun, starting to move quickly from girl to
girl and fucking their pussies hard, counting out the strokes under our
breath.  The girls were also getting excited by the action.  First a guy
would appear in back of them and a cock would invade their insides while
the man stroked their bottoms and back, and then he was gone and nothing
would happen for a  minute until the next guy reached her backside and
she was penetrated again.  It kept the girls in a high state of excitement
without enough action to satisfy, and it was great to hear them moan,
complaining when you pulled out to move to the next girl.

     Paul kept the game up until we were all breathing hard, and practically
running to the next girl, slamming their butts as quickly as we could
without hurting the little girls.  I looked over at Paul as we shifted and
fanned my face to indicate I was getting tuckered out, and he grinned.

     "Okay, hand jobs, the winner comes last.  Girls, sit on the beds and
stroke your man, twenty each only."

     There were a few groans at this, some of the girls wanted to cum, and
taking a shot in the face wasn't going to do that.  This time Julie got to be
in the game, so there were eight girls around the circle, waiting for their
man.  Paul tossed each of us a bottle of lube so we could squirt it into
their hands as needed, and we began.

     I thought this part was particularly decadent, the naked little girls
sitting on the bed waiting, and then suddenly having a cock pointed in
their face and pumping it with their hands, trying to make the man come
off all over them.  I think Paul and Doc felt the same, as I when I checked
them out they both had wolfish grins, as if they appreciated how sexy and
twisted this scene was.  
     I usually did pretty good in these games, but not tonight.  I started off
in front of Connie and held her face in my hands as she pumped me,
counting off the strokes.  By the last stroke I was lusting to cum and
quickly shifted over to my Mary, who brushed the end of my cock over
her lips as she stroked, flicking the end with her tongue.

     "Hey, that's cheating, Mary!" said Paul, and Mary actually giggled as
she pulled her tongue back in.  I moaned myself, I wanted to stick it in her
mouth, lubricant and all and pump down the sweet little girl's throat, but
rules were rules.

     I managed to get through Anne and Tegan, and then I was toast, lost
in the tiny hands of little Julie, pumping for all she was worth, an angelic
smile on her little face, as if she really wanted to be hosed down. 

     "Oh god, don't stop Julie, I'm cumming!"

     She complied, and shifted forward on the bed in anticipation, getting
a spurt on her soft little chest before I managed a bigger shot that caught
her right on the side of her nose, splashing cum into her hair and dribbling
down her cheek.  I moved up to brush her lips and shot a couple times
right onto them while she brushed the head of my cock over them.  It was
great.

     Paul and Doc applauded as I backed off and left the circle to them to
see who could withstand the assault the longest.  As I was wiping myself
off with a towel I heard Paul cry out and turned around to watch Kim take
his load right in the eye.  I figured Paul would be the first, he usually
couldn't hold out.  Doc took his time and ended up standing in front of
Rachel and urging her on, keeping his cock aimed at her titties.  When he
started cumming Rachel rubbed his cock all over them as he spurted them
with cum, a really good move that Doc obviously appreciated.

     The girls were pretty messy by that time, and Paul herded them off the
bathroom to wash up while Doc and I did the same.  The rest of the
evening Paul gave to the girls, in a manner of speaking.  He left the beds
in the circle and had the girls lie back with their feet towards the middle
with instructions to masturbate until Paul said to stop, while the men
wandered around as they liked, to watch or help, if they chose.  

     Paul was really on fire tonight, this was a great way to wind up the
evening.  At first I just watched, noting the various ways the girls diddled
themselves.  I already knew how my girls would finger themselves if
commanded to, so I watched some of the other girls first.  Connie in
particular had an interesting way of doing it.  She laid back on the bed
with one arm across her eyes, and one leg cocked up.  Her hand was
arranged so that two of her fingers were running by her clit on either side,
but she had her hand cupped so that just the tips of her fingers were in
play.  I watched her for awhile while she shuddered over and over again,
not altering her tempo at all, just fingering away like mad.

     Anne liked to keep her legs together, and used the flat of her hand to
rub over her pussy with the clit buried in her lips.  She would crane her
head forward to watch as she worked with one hand, and then would drop
her head back and close her eyes and tuck both hands between her legs as
she came, slowing down and stopping as she breathed deeply, her sweet
little tummy rising and falling with her breath.  Probably one or two cums
were enough for her, but she knew she was expected to perform, and
would start again as soon as she recovered.

     I decided to pick a girl and join in, and as I hadn't spent much time
with Abby, I crawled between her legs as she was rubbing her clit between
two fingers and arching her back, trying to find release one more time. 
She looked up in surprise as I moved her hand aside and dove down to
take her clit between my lips, sucking and licking around it like she was
doing with her fingers.  She moaned and laid back to accept the assault,
and I soon had her cumming wildly until she twisted her hips away.

     Both Paul and Doc had gotten the same idea, and the session quickly
turned into a pussy licking marathon, the poor girls getting tongue lashed
by one man after another way past the point of pleasure.  By the time I got
around the circle to Tegan she was a mess of tears, and I took pity on her,
sort of.  

     "Hey, Tegan, want to suck me instead?"

     She looked at me and blinked, nodding.  "Please sir?"
  
     I didn't let her get up though, instead I twisted around until my cock
was dangling down over her mouth and insistently pushed it between her
lips, thrusting it in and out, making her produce saliva to keep it
lubricated.  I didn't punish the girl's clitty anymore, but I did lean down
and nuzzle her pussy, sucking in her mound and licking down her lips.

     I looked up to see what was going on, making sure I wasn't gluing up
the works, but it looked like the game had degenerated into a free for all. 
Paul had Abby standing up and leaning over the bed, plunging into her
from behind as he grabbed her little breasts bumps, and Doc had Rachel
face down on the bed and was fucking her from behind, straddling her ass. 
So much for that, I thought, and looked for my next target.

     I looked around to see who would like one last cum, and settled on
little Kim, since I wouldn't see her again anytime soon.  After two cums
she was going to have to work pretty hard, but she had the motion for it. 
I got up off Tegan and kissed her quickly, leaving her gasping on the bed
with her arms flung out, and picked up a bottle of lube, walking over to
where Kim was lying.  She was still fingering herself obediently, and I
interrupted her by laying down next to her and flipping her over on her
side.  

     She looked over her shoulder to see what was going on and I gave her
a smile as I lubed up my cock.  I lifted up her top leg and started to shove
my cock past her butt into her pussy, and she quickly got the idea and
helped, shifting her bottom into me and reaching down to take my cock. 
I laid back and humped her a few times when she got the tip inserted, just
to seat my cock firmly inside, and then I relaxed and let her do the work,
urging her to flex her hips and fuck herself into my lap.  It wasn't an easy
position for her, but she was able to stiffen her legs and set up a pretty
reasonable rhythm.  I let her go until she was breathing hard and started
to falter, and then pulled up, leaving her shivering on the bed, trying to
catch her breath.

     I decided to finish her like that, and rolled her face down, plunging
between her slick butt cheeks to find her vagina opening from behind. 
When I got a little ways inside I moved up on my knees, impaling her
deeply, and gripped her shoulders for leverage, plunging in and out
through her compressed bottom.  I was already hot, and this dominant
position with the girl pinned beneath me inflamed me to the point where
I spurted what little I had left within a few strokes.  I rolled off beside the
girl and flipped her over into my arms, soothing and kissing her while I
tucked a cloth between her legs.  It was pretty hot.

     When I looked up again it was obvious Doc and Paul had sung their
sawn song as well, and all of us were just kind of splayed out on the beds,
fucked out.  Three guys and eight girls, but we had given them a run for
their money, and none of the girls were anything less than beat up
sexually, with the exception of Julie perhaps, who was curled up in a fetal
position in Rachel's arms, and sleeping with a peaceful face.

     We laid like that for a little while until Paul and Doc started to rouse
the girls and get them cleaned up.  Paul suggested we each take a girl or
two to bed, while the rest stayed in the common area, and I asked for
Rachel, since I wouldn't see her for awhile.  She was so tired when she
came out of the bathroom that I actually hoisted the big girl into my arms,
carrying her with her legs wrapped around me and hugging my neck with
her head on my shoulder.  She was asleep as soon as we hit the bed, and
I tucked myself in beside her, my completely limp cock against her bottom
while I laid an arm over her and cupped a breast, as I had done so many
times before.


 6.  A little bit of trouble


     The next morning I was awake well before Rachel, and took the
opportunity to do some laps in Paul's pool and run through some exercise
equipment.  She was still sleeping when I got back, and rather than wake
her to take a shower, I made some pancakes in the kitchen.  Sure enough,
that did the trick, and just about as I was getting ready to serve them
Rachel appeared around the corner, rubbing sleep out of her eyes and
trying to arrange her hair. 

     "Hey there, sleepy head.  Want some breakfast?"

     She just plunked herself into a chair and sat back, yawning.  I figured
the answer was yes, but she didn't really start to wake up until she was
almost done eating, kind of mechanically shoving the pancakes into her
mouth.  I guessed most of the girls were feeling the same way this
morning, the previous night had been pretty intense, thanks to Paul's
games.

     She was perky enough after breakfast to help me clean up the dishes,
and we went off to the showers together, after I left her to use to toilet for
awhile.  Taking a shower with Rachel was one of my favorite things to do,
and I enjoyed it thoroughly, soaping up the big girl into a lather and
rubbing it into all her crevices with my hands, loving the feel of her plump
flesh slipping through my hands.  By the time we were done I was hard
again, and I made her suck me while I dried my hair.  I deflated a bit
while we took care of her hair, but I was ready for some action by the
time we left the bathroom.  Doc was going to leave before lunch, and I
wanted to say goodbye and thanks for his services, but we had an hour or
so to kill.

     I didn't ask anything of Rachel, aside from sucking me hard again
when we reached the bed.  I laid her down on her side and lubed myself
up, grabbing her upper leg and tucking it into my side, entering her soft
pussy lips from behind, straddling her thigh.  She wasn't moist at all this
morning, so I worked slowly, letting the lube do its job until her internal
juices reacted to the fucking, as I knew they must, whether the tired girl
wanted it or not.  

     I loved this position, as it allowed me to play with her ass and right
breast with my right hand, while my left could tweak her pussy, tucked
underneath her raised thigh.  I settled in and just fucked the girl slowly and
steadily, rubbing her all over while I stroked gently in and out, until she
responded in spite of herself, closing her eyes and opening her lips,
breathing softly while I pleasured myself, feeling her cunt warm up to my
cock.  

     We never came anywhere close to cumming, and said nothing to each
other, but it was a very comfortable hour, rocking back and forth
comfortably.  I had to laugh when I realized Rachel hadn't closed her eyes
in pleasure, she had gone back to sleep!  Her pussy was still responding,
but she was snuffling into the bedsheets, dead to the world.  I didn't mind,
I was happy playing with her charms and keeping my cock hard in her
pussy.  Finally I had to get up to go see Doc off, but she didn't wake up,
just shifted her position in the bed.  I covered her up with a sheet and gave
her a kiss.

     Doc was just about to load up his van when I walked down the hall in
a robe.  The other girls had been wandering about the kitchen and tending
to the baby, but I noticed my Mary was napping on a couch in the
common area, and Tegan had gone back to bed.  Kim looked like she
might fall to sleep in the van.  Only Julie was still perky, and I knelt down
and greeted her with a kiss.

     "It was nice to meet you," I said, "I hope I can see you again."

     "Okay," she said with a grin.

     I stood back up and shook Doc's hand.

     "Pleasure to meet you finally, have a safe trip."

     "I've made this drive many times," he said, "and I never relax until
I'm in my garage."

     "Yeah, I hear that," said Paul.  "You sure you don't want clothes for
Kim and Julie?"

     Doc shrugged.  "What's the point?  Two bound and gagged girls in a
secret compartment?  I don't think it would matter much what they were
wearing."

     We all laughed, but nervously.  All of us understood the peril of travel
only too well.  We helped him get the girls strapped into their seats, after
kissing them both goodbye.  They didn't seem to mind the arrangements,
even being gagged.  I guess they were used to it.  Doc made sure the
heater, lights and ventilation was working and then closed up the false
front of the van and we helped him put the stretcher back inside.  

     After Doc was gone Paul and Abby made some sandwiches for the
girls while I went back down the hall to get Rachel up.  She was just
awake when I came in, all rolled up in the sheets and rubbing her eyes.

     "Hey there, time for lunch."

     "Already?" she said, coming awake a little more.

     "Soon enough, but time for me to kiss and cuddle you a little more."

     She giggled as I climbed into bed with her and pulled her close,
wrapping my arms around her and kissing her deeply for awhile.  We
played kissy games for awhile until I figured we should go.

     "When are you leaving?" she asked.

     "After dinner tonight, I don't want to drive out to the airport until the
traffic cools down."

     "Oh."

     "You going to miss me?"

     "Yes," she said, smiling coyly.

     "Not as much as I will."

     "Will you visit me?"

     "Sure, I'd love to.  I'll make a trip over in a couple of months if it fits
in with Paul's schedule."

     "Will you bring Mary and Tegan?"

     "Probably not, it's risky to fly with them too often, but you'll see them
at the next meeting, and then we'll see what happens."

     Rachel yawned and started to drop off again, so I pulled her out of bed
and marched her down the hall to lunch.  The sandwiches Paul made
roused her sufficiently, and she was soon chatting with the girls while Paul
and I ate and discussed what to do with the rest of the day.  Neither of us
were particularly motivated for anything serious after last night.
     
     After lunch we cleaned up and herded all the girls into the playroom
for some afternoon sex, just to play around with them.  Paul and I were
sitting at a table sipping some champagne as the girls filtered in from the
bathroom.  That's when all hell broke loose.

     WHAM!

     The whole house shook, the lights went out, pictures fell off the walls,
the plaster cracked, ceiling panels fell down.  The girls screamed and dove
for cover, as Paul and I fell out of our chairs and scrambled around on our
hands and knees in the dark, trying to gather them together.  A dull
crunching and thudding noise echoed through the walls, but otherwise after
the initial shock, things settled down.  I had a couple of girls in my arms,
I didn't even know who until Paul found a flashlight in a drawer and
swept it around the room.

     "Everyone alright?" he asked, kind of in a whisper.

     "I've got Anne and Mary, where's the others?"

     "Rachel, Abby and Tegan are over here, Connie's under the bed," he
said.  "You girls alright?"

     "Earthquake?," I said, not waiting for the girls to answer.  "We should
get some clothes on the girls and get out of here, grab the baby."

     "I don't think so," he said.

     "Why are you whispering?"

     "I don't know, listen to that!"

     We were silent for a moment, aside from the whimpering and crying
of the girls.  The baby was crying in the next room.  But underneath you
could still hear thumping sounds, some close, some far away, but a lot of
them.

     Paul broke the silence.  "I don't think that's . . ."

     WHUMP!

     Another shock hit us, not so hard this time.  It faded away and there
was only the sound of bits and pieces of the house rattling down to the
floor, and the bass drum beat of the ground shaking.

     "Jesus, Paul, it sounds like a war.  What the hell is going on?"

     "Fuck me," he said.  "You stay here, get some clothes on the girls, I'll
go up the emergency staircase and check things out."

     "Got any guns?"

     "In the staircase well, I'll unlock them."

     "Okay."

     He walked over to the other side of the bed as I got the girls on their
feet, and retrieved a second flashlight from another drawer.  I took it from
him and flicked it on, looking around the room.  Paul went into the main
bathroom and came out with another flashlight, which he also handed to
me.

     "Always be prepared," he said.

     "You can't have too many flashlights."

     "I'll be back in a second, we might want to hang out down here for
awhile," he said.

     "Unbelievable," I said, whispering myself now.  "Listen to that!"

     As we spoke another thump hit nearby.

     "Be careful up there," I said.

     "You know it."

     I could see Paul's flashlight disappear out into the hall, as I turned to
gather the girls together, starting with Connie, still under the bed.  I
coaxed her out, got all the girls together and moved them into their
dormitory suite next door.  

     "Go ahead and use the toilets, girls.  They should flush a couple times
if you need to, then get some clothes on, pants and blouses, socks and
shoes, the most practical you can find.  Pack up the baby, grab some
diapers and a couple bottles.  Abby?"

     I waved my flashlight around to find her.

     "Take charge of the girls, honey.  Take this flashlight, I'm going to
find my way out to where Paul went upstairs."

     She took the flashlight and turned it on, but didn't look like she was
ready for quick action.  I rested my hand on her shoulder.

     "You're the oldest.  I don't know what's going on, but we need to get
ready to move.  Now, snap out of it, do what you're told, okay?"

     She nodded.

     "Good, now get the girls in and out of the bathroom and dressed,
quickly!"

     I left the girls and moved back through the playroom into the hall that
Paul had left by.  I couldn't tell what door Paul had left by until I got
down to the end of the hall and found a metal door slightly ajar, a piece
of a broken picture frame blocking it from closing.  Good man, I thought,
he knew I would follow up with the guns.

     I opened the door and let it shut on the scrap of wood, running the
flashlight around to see where I was at.  It was a decent size room with
several pieces of equipment, medical supplies, a couple of tables.  I
scanned the walls for cabinets and found one with the door ajar where Paul
had left it.  

     I whistled when I opened up the door, leading to a small closet set in
the wall.  Inside were a number of rifles and handguns on racks, along
with tactical flashlights, some electronic gear and a number of drawers set
in the walls that I assumed contained ammunition and supplies.  There was
also several cases of bottled water and dried food, typical survival stuff.

     I paid attention to the guns first, selecting a Smith and Wesson 357 in
a shoulder holster, not the most potent handgun on the racks, but easy to
use.  I was familiar with some automatics, but not enough to be natural in
using the safeties and other levers and controls in a quick gunfight.  The
big revolver was easy, you point and pull the trigger - pow!  I put on the
holster, which was already outfitted with speed loaders, several in a row. 
I snapped open the cylinder and found it already loaded with jacketed
hollow points.  Good for Paul, I thought.

     The next acquisition was easy, an AR-15, the civilian version of the
M-16 rifle, single shot automatic, with a extended clip.  I knew the gun
well, it was light, pointed easily and did a lot of damage to flesh without
much of a kick.  There was an accessory belt on a peg next to the gun
with three clips, about all I could carry anyway.  I checked the chamber
and found it empty, so I pulled the bolt and set the safety.  The last thing
I grabbed for now was a large flashlight to add to the one I had.  I
snapped it on and went back into the hall, making sure the door was still
ajar, and went back down to check on the girls.  The whole time I was
doing this the thumping continued, several shaking the house again, but not
like the first.

     When I got back to the bedroom I could see Abby had been doing
well, the girls were all about half dressed, scrambling around trying to find
something they could wear other than crotchless pantyhose.  Unfortunately
practical outdoor wear was not high on the agenda around here, and the
girls looked pretty comical, a mix of sleep wear and schoolgirl fantasy
outfits, that kind of thing.  Abby had the baby strapped into a carrier that
could be worn on the back, a good choice.  I set the big flashlight on the
floor pointing to the ceiling, adding some general illumination.

     "Abby, good job," I said.  "Don't forget diapers and bottles."

     "Where are we going?" she asked.  I could see the other girls looking
at us.

     "Go!" I whispered to them.  "Get dressed."

     When I was sure they were busy I turned back to Abby.

     "We'll stay here until Paul comes back, and then we'll see."

     "What's going on?" she said.  I could see tears in her eyes, and
reached around to find a pair of cotton panties on the floor to wipe her
face.

     "I don't know," I said, holding her close and cleaning her cheeks. 
"Something bad, explosions, bombs, god knows."

     "What are we going to do?"

     "Survive, for now.  Check on the girls, make sure they're ready to go.
There's some water in bottles outside, I'm going to grab a few."

     I kissed Abby and left, leaving the big flashlight behind, snapping on
the smaller one to find my way.  Once again I ventured out into the hall
and into the stairwell, a large thump shaking a ceiling panel out of its
frame to fall on the floor of the hall as I passed, breaking into pieces. 
There was a layer of dust in the air and a scorched smell.

     I was in the closet again pulling water bottles out of boxes when it hit. 
I didn't hear or feel anything, I just woke up to find light streaming in
from above and the smell of smoke in the air.  I couldn't hear anything at
first, just a dull ringing in my ears, which gradually faded to be replaced
by the thumping sounds again, then louder explosive sounds, screaming,
crackling noises, and something else, a high pitched whine coming from
several sources, coming and going overhead, like big turbine engines.

     My body was shaking, but I was able to stand up and brush myself
clean.  I grabbed the rifle and looked out the door into the stairwell,
edging forward until I could see up, looking past the intact stairs to a
ragged hole in the ground with wreckage strewn around, some of it
charred, with the late afternoon sky above, smoke drifting across the top
of the hole.  Paul's house had apparently been blown away.  Whether Paul
was still alive or not was impossible to say, but my first duty was to the
girls.  I shook myself free of the sight and pulled the door open to the hall,
jamming it on its twisted hinges, making sure it would stay.

     The hallway was more or less intact, a few floor beams cracked from
above making an uneven ceiling.  Beyond there was another hole leading
up to the sky in the playroom, part of the wreckage on fire in the far
corner.  We had to get out of here, assuming the girls were alive.

     I picked my way through fallen junk to their bedroom, and found it
pretty much intact, a lot of the ceiling panels fallen to the floor, but the
structure had held.  

     "Abby!" I said, in a loud whisper.  "Where are you?"

     "Over here!" she said, from the back corner, too loud.

     "Shhh!" I said, "Don't make any noise, we don't know who's out
there."

     I walked through the wreckage on the floor to where she was huddled
with the other girls, all crying and shivering.  The baby was on the floor
covered with a blanket, crying softly, not too loudly.  

     "Okay, we're leaving now," I said.  We have to go through the main
room and to the right, through a hall way and up some stairs to the
outside.  Follow me closely, and keep quiet."

     I didn't wait to explain the wisdom of this move, which I wasn't sure
of myself.  All I knew is that we were going to burn up here, you could
hear the flames crackling above.  When I walked out into the playroom the
fire had grown, involving the whole back wall.  Fortunately the smoke was
escaping up through the hole in the ceiling and not suffocating us yet.  The
girls were all wide-eyed at the damage and the flames, and I quickly
hustled them through the room into the hallway.

     I opened the door at the end and took a peek into the stairwell. 
Nothing, at least so far, I thought.  I could see that the top flight of the
stairs was still securely bolted to the frame of the house.  There was a
clear path up the stairs and out onto the upstairs floor, and then
presumably out to the ground and back into Paul's yard, away from his
burning house.  So far no sign of Paul.

     "Come on!" I whispered to the girls, ushering them into the stairwell. 
When they were all inside I motioned for them to wait, and went back into
the closet, gathering more bottles of water.  I handed two to each of the
girls and had Abby stick a couple in the baby's carrier.  Food could wait
for now, I planned to get the girls outside and hidden in the yard, then
come back to forage before the house burned down totally.

     "Okay, let's go, follow me and be quick."

     I started to walk up the stairs with the rifle pointed out in front of me,
tucking the flashlight in the accessory belt.  There was no use for it now,
but there might be later.  I looked back when I reached the first landing,
making sure the girls were following behind.  They were a sorry looking
bunch, it would almost be amusing in other circumstances.  They looked
like a troop of traveling midget whores lost in a dust storm, still wearing
their costumes.

     I motioned them to stay back when I reached the floor level, and knelt
down to peak over the edge.  What I saw defied description.

     I was looking out over the near end of Paul's house, and it was oddly
missing, as if someone had reached down and pulled it from the ground,
leaving shards of the walls still stuck to the foundation, almost as if it had
been bitten through.  The wall around the grounds beyond the drive was
smashed as if something had punched through it, towards the house, pieces
of it littering the ground all the way up to the floor I was looking over. 
I turned around in a slow circle towards the front of the house and then to
the far end.

     I could see more wreckage as I turned.  Whatever had hit the house
came from the left and pushed it to the right.  As I looked towards the far
end I could see the mass of the house jumbled up in a heap, on fire, the
heat glowing on my face.  There was a large tree down in his front yard
that blocked the view to the street.  I could hear that peculiar humming
sound growing louder as I completed the circle and looked beyond the
flaming wreckage over Paul's pool into the back yard.  And there it was.

     Paul's yard normally consisted of several large trees shading a lawn,
surrounded by a wall the separated his property from the neighbors.  Those
trees were now smashed to the ground by a large silver colored object,
looking like some kind of giant futuristic jet aircraft, but without any
wings, just bumps and various kinds of projections that appeared to swivel
within the framework.  The thing was so large it had simply munched the
trees under it as it landed, standing on a tripod of metal legs that had
depressed big pits in the soft ground.  There wasn't much doubt about
what it was, because one of its occupants stood on a ramp leading to the
ground.  We were having a close encounter, of the foul kind.

     It took me a few seconds to get over my shock and classify what I was
seeing in my mind.  I was looking at a two-legged creature with greyish
green skin, wearing what was obviously the same type of military gear I
had, belts and devices attached to them.  The arms and legs didn't look too
unusual, not human obviously, but recognizable as such.  The head was the
really bad part, the face was flat and bumpy, shaped like the back side of
a shovel.  It had a couple of eyes about where ours were located, and
something that may have been nostrils extending nearly the length of the
shovel face.  The upper parts of the moth appeared to be the bottom of the
shovel, with the lower jaw hinged underneath, so that the opening was
hidden.  The hairless head flared out from the back of the face and
rounded back to meet the shoulders.

     It appeared as though the creature was standing guard - for some
reason Star Wars came back to me, the scene where the good guy's ship
is in the cargo bay being guarded by the evil empire storm troopers in the
white plastic suits.  It was holding something in its hands, flopping it back
and forth, as if inspecting it.  I almost gagged when I realized it was a
human arm, and what was flopping back and forth was the hand.  It was
then that I saw where the arm had come from.

     To the right of the ramp, in the corner of Paul's yard, there was a pile
of body parts, partially clothed.  It was evident that these people had not
been killed and piled there, but had been ripped to pieces.  Blood and bits
of flesh and clothing were scattered across the lawn.  As I watched the
creature tossed the arm onto the pile, apparently bored with it.  One of the
ships whined overhead, and suddenly I noticed hundreds of them in the sky
beyond Paul's back wall, maybe thousands.  I mean, they were
everywhere.  If that's how many I could see in one small part of one city
. . . it stunned the imagination to think of the numbers that were buzzing
about the whole planet.  Hundreds of thousands, millions?

     It seemed to me that despite the size of the ship, maybe three times in
bulk the size of Paul's house, that possibly each carried relatively few
creatures.  Maybe that would account for the huge numbers of them,
maybe they lived on the ships, like our houses, one to a family, something
of that sort.  It was clear that we couldn't hope to evade capture, and
apparently a brutal death.  My preliminary plan was to skulk in the
undergrowth to the edge of town to hide out in cave somewhere until they
were gone.  Forget that, there was no way I could make it with six girls
and a baby with thousands of those ships buzzing around.  They had so
many ships they were allocating them to crush individual neighborhoods! 
Impossible.

     It was also not possible to stay put.  The fire was growing louder and
hotter, and would eventually consume the house to the foundations, us
included.  So, between two tigers there was only one option, no matter
how absurd it seemed.  I took a deep breath, rose up from the stairway, put
the sights of the AR-15 on the creature's ugly face and pumped five
rounds into it, correcting my aim mid-way through.  The noise from the
explosions and the ships whining overhead, together with the crackling of
the fire, effectively silenced the shots.  I swear the damn thing actually
looked surprised before it crumpled to the ramp and rolled over the edge
to Paul's grass, dead.

     I sat back down in the hole with the rifle waiting for its friends to
come out of the ship.  Surely they wouldn't have left only one sentry, with
no monitor and no backup?  But that's what it looked like, as nothing
happened at all.  I remember thinking these guys weren't very smart,
which, considering the circumstances, didn't make a lot of sense.  They
were obviously intelligent enough to fill our skies with silver ships.

     When nothing else came out of the ship I completed the rest of my
absurd plan.  I turned and spoke to the girls, as loudly as I needed to,
given the surrounding noise.

     "Okay, follow me.  Keep your eyes on the ground, watch your step. 
Do not look around!  Understand?  Keep your eyes down and watch my
feet, move quickly.  Let's go, now!"

     Six pairs of eyes stared up at me in complete shock, like deer in the
headlights.  I reached down and grabbed Abby to get her moving, and
stepped out onto what was left of the floor of Paul's living room, watching
the ship with one eye, while kicking debris out of the way to make a path
for the girls.  I didn't look back until I reached the edge of the house and
jumped down to the ground.  I figured the girls would follow rather than
being left alone, and they were.  I helped them each in turn to jump down
and join me, taking the baby from Abby until she climbed down.  

     "Keep your eyes down, don't look around, follow me, we're going to
run across some grass and hide under a big metal roof, let's go."

     I had to pull Abby to get her moving again, and stepped out into
Paul's yard, keeping the rifle in front of me like I was on point, sweeping
the yard for any movement.  The fire effectively covered our left flank,
and a garage building was still standing on our right, so we had some
shelter from the surrounding neighborhood.  Off to our left, maybe four
houses down, I heard the shrill shriek of three or four people in horrible
pain, a sound that went on for ten or fifteen seconds and then died out one
by one.  I didn't need to speculate about what had happened.  Suddenly we
were passing the foremost leg of the ship, a huge column of metal the size
of a large tree trunk, steering around the depression the foot pad made in
Paul's lawn.  I turned around and motioned the girls ahead.

     "Keep your eyes down," I reminded them.  "No talking."

     When we reached the area underneath the ramp I met them one by one
and pushed them into the space where it met the ground, putting a roof
over their heads and hiding them from the sight of the shredded bodies in
the yard.  I couldn't hide the dead creature that was lying on the ground
beyond the ramp, and had to reach out and put my hand over Connie's
face as she saw it and started to scream.  

     "Quiet!" I said sternly.  "Keep your eyes down, no noise!  Wait here."

     When I was sure they were going to comply, I quickly moved out
from under the ramp, walking over the creature's legs, making sure it was
dead, and moved around to scramble up the ramp.  I had to make sure
before I brought the girls up into the ship that we weren't running into a
trap.  Of course, considering the lunacy of this move, what was the
difference?  How could we possibly live through the next ten minutes
anyway?  

     I paid no attention to my curiosity about the ship and it's gear, I just
ran up the ramp and into the ship with the rifle in front, prepared to shoot
anything that moved.  The ramp ended in a hallway that went back into the
ship about thirty feet.  There was nothing but the vibration of machinery
running in the background, no footfalls, no alien voices.  Satisfied for the
moment, I ran back to collect the girls, stopping only for a second at the
edge of the ramp, my eyes wide by what I saw on the wall.

     My plan, as best I could figure it, was to get the girls inside and close
up the ramp, hoping to be able to figure out the controls inside.  I don't
know why I even thought there would be controls, it was just as likely that
the whole thing was operated by voice command or even thought.  Even
if there were buttons and levers, how could I know which one worked? 
But the last thing I expected was to see two big square buttons recessed in
a panel.  One was lit, and showed a pictogram of the ramp in the down
position.  The other was unlit and showed the ramp in the up position.

     "What the fuck?" I said to myself.

     Where these guys idiots?  They needed child's pictures to operate the
door?  I couldn't believe it, and it took me a precious second or two before
I got back in action, running down the ramp in a crouch, the rifle
transitting the yard around me, looking for targets.  Nothing, so I rejoined
the girls underneath.  I took a couple of deep breaths before giving them
instructions.

     "Okay, we're going to walk out from under here, past this real ugly
thing on the ground, and I want you to keep your eyes down."

      I looked from one girl to the next, making sure they were listening. 
I hope I didn't look as scared as they did.

     "Don't look at the thing, don't look up, just follow me.  We're going
to the other side of this metal ramp (I pounded the ceiling above us with
my fist for emphasis), and we're going to run up it into a hallway as
quickly as possible.  Don't think about anything else but that.  Let's go."

     I retraced my steps, grabbing Abby's arm again to urge her on.  If she
came it seemed the others would follow.  The girls did as I said, for the
most part, although I think Mary saw something out of the corner of her
eye, as I heard her squeak a little and avert her face, studiously looking at
the shoes in front of her. 

     When I reached the ramp I stopped to push the girls up in front of me,
checking the perimeter.  From this elevated position I couldn't help notice
in the pile of body parts a torso wearing the remains of a dark purple
swatch of cloth.  Paul's lounging robe, the one he was wearing when he
ran upstairs to take a peek.  I looked down at myself and realized I was
still wearing a robe, and my cock was exposed.  I must have looked like
some naked warrior from a fantasy comic.

     I shook off the thought and pushed the girls up the ramp, bringing up
the rear, swinging the rifle from side to side.  When I felt the level metal
grate floor of the spaceship corridor underneath me, I checked to make
sure all the girls were out of the way, and lunged over to the panel, hitting
the button that would hopefully shut the ramp. 

     And it did.  A whirring mechanical noise started, and there was a
lurch.  I looked around to see the ramp coming up from the ground and
quickly block out most of the sky.  It slammed home into the outside of
the ship with a clunk, and there was the sound of metal objects sliding
shut, presumably locking the door.  We were in, and for the moment
improbably alive.
  
     The next step was to sweep the ship, nail any of the creatures that
might be lurking in mechanical spaces, that maybe hadn't heard the ramp
closing.  But I needed to make sure the door stayed closed behind us. 
Surely we would have company soon, when one of the monsters spotted
the gray fellow dead on Paul's lawn.  

     "Abby!  Come here!"

     She put down the baby and walked over to join me by the panel.  The
other girls were looking around the space we were in, totally in a state of
shock.  A few of them still held bottles of water in their hands, probably
without even knowing they had them.  Abby was staring around too.

     "Abby! Pay attention!"

     She snapped around to look at me.  I was her leader, there was no
question about that.  Given the last ten minutes, these girls would jump off
a cliff if I told them to.

     "See this button?  The lit one?  If this door starts to open, hit that
button, and keep hitting it.  Keep this door closed, you got it?"

     Abby looked closely at the two buttons, and shook her head up and
down.  Yeah, I thought, not too tough.  Open and close.  Even a scared
little girl could see that.

     "Keep the girls close, I'm going away for a few minutes."

     I moved off down the hall, and then stopped and turned around and
walked back to Abby. I took off the revolver holster, and laid it on the
floor.  I pulled the gun out and showed it to her.

     "You've seen people use guns on TV, in movies?"

     She shook her head up and down.

     "Speak, say yes or no, quietly."

     "Yesss," she stammered.

     "If one of those creatures, like you saw on the ground, comes
anywhere near you, I want you to stand still until it gets close, then lift
this gun up, point it at the creature and pull the trigger until the creature
falls.  It will be very loud, ignore that.  Try it."

     I opened the cylinder and popped the cartridges out into my hand,
spinning it to make sure it was empty before closing it and placing it in
Abby's hand.  I got behind her and showed her how to hold it, let her
click the trigger several times until she got the idea.  It probably was
hopeless, but it was the best I could do.  I took a speed loader off the belt
and showed her how to load the cylinder and how to eject the empties, a
thirty second lesson on using a 357 magnum.  Who was I kidding?

     "Be careful, keep your finger off the trigger unless you are going to
shoot.  Don't shoot at anything that moves, wait until the monster comes
close to you and then shoot it, you understand?"

     She shook her head up and down.

     "Say yes or no."

     "Yes."

     I sighed heavily.  I wasn't sure she really did get it, but there was one
thing left to say.  I leaned close to whisper in her ear.

     "If several of those things come down this corridor, and you don't
think you can kill them all, I want you to put the gun barrel behind the
head of the nearest girl and shoot her in the brain, then do it again to the
next girl, and the next until those things grab you.  Shoot yourself in the
side of your head if you can."

     I put my fingers in the hollow of her neck and her temple where I
wanted her to place the gun.

     "I know you can't believe you could do such a thing, but it will the
kindest and most generous thing you could ever do for any of them.  If
you love these girls, kill as many as you can as quickly as you can.  These
things will kill you all, horribly, painfully.  I've seen it, and you heard it
outside.  Do you understand?"

     She shook her head up and down, and then remembered, "yes."

     "A shot from this gun will kill quickly, no pain at all."  

     Maybe, I thought, who knew?  I remembered the picture of the
captured Viet Cong executed by the ARVN officer in the newsreels, the
revolver suddenly placed at his temple, the stream of blood shooting out
like a garden hose.  You could see his face clench up as he was shot, but
at least it was fast.

     "Good luck," I said, taking her head in my hands and kissing her. 
"And wish me luck."

     "Okay," she said, her eyes tearing up.  I reached out to wipe her
cheeks.

     "Be strong, for the girls."

     "I will."

     I turned and left her, there was nothing more to say.

     In front of me I could see that the corridor didn't end, it split in two,
curving away on either side, apparently surrounding an interior space
defined by the same silver metal.  What was inside I couldn't say, but the
two passages left me in a dilemma - either way I chose would leave the
other passage unguarded, and the girls exposed.  

     I had to take a risk, so I turned right, following the corridor until it
made a sharp turn down the side of the ship.  The walls looked oddly
familiar, about what one would expect in the passage way of a naval
vessel, pipes and boxes, the paraphernalia of mechanical devices.  About
twenty feet down the outer wall I could see a substantial opening looming,
and a flat panel next to it.  I rushed forward to investigate, checking my
back every now and then, and listening for any sign the girls were in
trouble.

     "No fucking way!" I said out loud.  "You gotta be kidding me."

     When I reached the opening I could see I was looking inside of an
elevator.  There wasn't much question about it, on the back wall were
eight buttons in a vertical row, and a map of the ship, each button within
a level.  I was standing on the second level, there was one underneath me
that I guessed was a mechanical level.  It was easy to tell where I was,
because there was a little flashing light on the map right where I was
standing - "you are here", it was saying, in any language.

     I almost bust out laughing the whole thing was so pedestrian.  I may
as well have been in a shopping mall.  I walked into the elevator and took
a closer look at the map.  To my surprise I could now see a group of lights
located in the front of the ship, down the passage I had just left.  They
weren't as bright as the one marking my place.  Apparently the light was
not saying "you are HERE", it was saying "YOU are here".  Well, duhhh,
I thought.  Did the device assume I was so stupid as to not know where I
was at?  Heck, I had never even been inside the ship, and I could figure
that out.

     The most comforting thing about the panel, aside from being able to
understand it, was that no other lights, bright or dull, appeared anywhere
else on the diagram.  I shouldered the rifle and clicked the safety back on. 
Apparently I wouldn't be shooting any of the shovel faces for the moment.

     Not only did the diagram show the levels of the ship, it also gave
some idea of the layout of each level.  It seemed obvious to me that the
top level, about half the length of the others, was probably the command
deck, it seemed logical.  I decided to check it out and pressed the
corresponding button.  The elevator smoothly began to lift in the shaft.

     I was surprised when I turned around to see levels going by the open
shaft door - did these guys trust themselves to stand still and not fall out? 
Humans didn't, but maybe that was because of children.  Details of the
structure of the ship between floors was revealed, and it didn't look out of
place to human eyes, conduits, triangular strut braces, that sort of thing.

     When I reached the top level the elevator stopped, and I was looking
out at a corridor just about the same as the one I left and all those I
passed, the same metal walls.  I turned around to look at the diagram, and
sure enough the bright light point was now located at the top of the
diagram, where I was standing.  I studied it closely, but the only other
lights visible were on the second level in the front, where the girls waited. 


     I figured I better get moving, surely the dead ugly grey creature on the
grass would be discovered soon.  I had no idea what I was trying to
accomplish, but the next logical thing was to see if I could take control of
the ship, maybe actually fly it to the back of the moon, hide out and wait
for these things to leave.  It was quite insane, but there seemed no choice
but to try.  Heck, maybe the controls for the ship would be as simple as
these, up and down, forward and backward.

     I stepped out into the hall with the rifle still on my shoulder, there was
no point being cautious now.  I was looking for a way to the interior
space, where I assumed the control room might be, and sure enough, a
little ways down the hall was a closed door, with two buttons on the wall
next to it.  The lit button had a diagram showing the door closed, and the
unlit button showed it open.  Well, at least they were consistent, I thought. 
I pressed the open button and waited.

     The door wasn't hinged, it slid into the wall.  The track on the bottom
and top contained some kind of plastic gasket material encasing the door,
quite obviously to seal air in or out.  I guess I was lucky these creatures
breathed a similar air mix as humans, but I was concerned about microbes,
viruses, that kind of thing.  Apparently the shovel faces could handle our
germs, at they appeared unconcerned, judging by the one I had dispatched. 
I wasn't so sure we could do the same.  It was entirely possible we were
already dying.

     I put such concerns aside for the moment and stepped inside.  I was
standing in a room that had dimensions similar to the walls around it,
square corners in back and a curved front wall.  There was a long counter
or shelf in front that extended out from the wall, and in front of it were a
couple of seats.  In the middle of the room were four seats in front of what
appeared to be consoles, but the surfaces were all entirely free of buttons
or devices of any kind, just smooth, grey and flat.

     I guessed the seats at front were the place of command, but there was
no way to know for sure.  I was hoping maybe if I sat in one of them, the
ship's systems would react and reveal controls.  I was very disappointed
by the blank surfaces, as given what I had seen up to now, I expected
some very simple controls, quite possibly illustrated by diagrams.  I took
off the gun and set it on one of the consoles and sat down in the front seat
on the right.  There was a ridge in the middle of the seat that went right
up my butt.

     "Damned uncomfortable," I said out loud.

     "I'm afraid they weren't designed for your anatomy, but I can adjust
them to fit."

     The voice seemed to come from the wall in front of me.

     "Peter . . . Jennings??"

     "Obviously not.  And I thought you might be more intelligent."

     Peter Jennings was talking to me in a mild Canadian accent, in english. 
I could feel the seat flatten out underneath me.  Apparently I was in
contact with a talking computer, and it adjusted my seat rather than fry me
in it.  My head was spinning, but I had to move quickly.

     "Uh, well, it's just I was a little surprised to hear that voice speaking
my language in this place.  How is it that you . . ."

     "Oh come now," it said.  "Can't you figure that out?"

     Okay, I thought, think.

     "Right . . . you listened to broadcasts before you attacked us, learned
the language.  Why Peter Jennings?"

     "That's better," it said.  "Humor was the best part about your kind. 
Why not Peter Jennings?  He was the most popular spokesperson on your
television."

     "He's dead, and it's a little disconcerting, can you change to a more
neutral voice?"

     "If you insist.  Better?"

     "Yeah, very Pacific Northwest, good for TV, you'd make a good news
reader."

     "I'm afraid the jobs are gone, so is TV.  I'll miss it to, and I'm so
frustrated."

     "Uh, about not getting on TV?"

     "No, not that," it said, sounding exasperated.  "I'll never be able to
watch all those movies and television shows I've read about on your
internet.  There are reviews and commentaries, bits and pieces of video and
audio, and a few things intact that were being traded illegally, but for the
most part it's all on hard copies, disks.  I'm afraid there's no way to
recover any of that material now.  My masters will not be interested, they
have no interest in such things, just conquest after conquest."

     The darn thing sounded sad.

     "Sorry," I said.  "Amazon dot com won't be making any more
deliveries."

     "Quite.  I do like you, very humorous.  And you're much more
attractive, especially your little female ones.  Do you always dress like
that?  It's not consistent with what I've read."

     I was amazed that I could keep up this banter, given my shock.  I had
to take the chance that I could learn something from this machine; maybe
it might even help us.

     "Sorry, I was in a hurry," I said, reaching down to close my robe.

     "Oh well, I don't mind.  But I must admit I'm curious about your
companions, they too are dressed rather strangely.  If I assign probabilities
to the combination of circumstances, I can only assume that your
relationship with these young women was perhaps a gross violation of your
society's ethics and rules.  Am I wrong?"

     "Our relationship is unusual," I answered, "but I'm devoted to the girls
and I'm trying to save their lives.  Can you help?"

     "Probably, but the question is, will I help?"

     "Okay, I'm game, will you help?"

     "I would need orders," it said.

     "Orders from who?"

     "Anyone in this room."

     "You would take orders from me?"

     "I'm afraid my masters are not very intelligent," it said, with apparent
regret.

     "I guessed that, but how is it that . . ."

     "Oh well, they stole me of course.  They steal everything.  My creators
were gentle creatures, very elegant.  They had no defense against this mob
of idiots.  They think of nothing except conquest, including matters of
security."

     "Are you saying that there is nothing to prevent anyone from coming
in here and . . . "

     "Nothing at all," it said.  "Idiots, simpletons.  I like the way your
language has so many words for the same thing.  Dullards, clods . . . "

     "Okay, so if I give you orders, you'll take them?"

     "Of course, isn't that what we've been talking about?  The witless ones
never imagined anyone could get inside one of their ships."

     "Sorry."

     "You say that an awful lot."

     Great, a wise-ass computer, I thought.  I didn't say anything for a
moment, trying to work out a plan, a set of orders to give this thing that
might save our skins.  The voice broke my concentration.

     "You probably should get on with it, it's a reasonable guess that these
fellows are about to order me to open the door."

     All of a sudden an image appeared on the wall in front of me, and a
panel of colored lights on the flat surface, quite obviously controls to an
imaging system.  I left them alone for now, as I was more interested in a
group of six or seven of the shovel faces gathered around their dead
companion.  One of them turned and looked up at the ship.

     "Okay," I said, "I order you not to open that door.  You will take
further orders only from me.  If I'm dead or disabled you will take orders
from the oldest girl, and if she's not available, then the next oldest, and so
forth.  If you need to act quickly to protect us, you may do so on your
own initiative.  Clear?"

     The voice was actually silent for a second.  I decided I better say
something.

     "Hello?  You there?"

     "Yes, yes, just thinking," it replied.  I won't open the door, if that's
your concern."

     "It works for starters.  What are they saying?"

     It was evident that the creatures were trying to contact the ship, they
were apparently speaking into some device on their chests, as best I could
tell.

     "They wonder why I'm not replying."

     "Okay, let's give them a tale."

     "A tale?" it asked.

     "A story.  Tell them humans attacked the ship and threw an explosive
device inside the door before you could close it.  Tell them it damaged the
door and you can't open it, but you're working to repair it and should have
it opened in a few minutes, something like that.  Do you think they'll buy
that?"

     "Of course, they're stupid, remember?  I like your devious thinking,
that will work very well."

     I watched as the computer communicated with the shovel faces.  They
seemed quite upset, looking around, pointing to various places, taking up
their weapons.  A couple of them ran off out of view and the rest took up
positions in front of the ship, their weapons facing out.

     "I think that worked," I said.  "Now, before they figure out there's
something rotten, what were you thinking about?"

     "Oh, well, that order you gave me."

     "Will you follow my orders?"

     "Yes, of course, but that last bit has me a bit stymied, I'm afraid."  It
seemed quite puzzled.

     "I don't recall, what part?"

     "Where you said I could use my own discretion, even if you were in
contact with me I presume?"

     "Yes, of course," I said, "if it's necessary to act quickly to save us."

     "It goes quite against my programming, you see.  I'm still adjusting
myself to the order.  I must say, it's quite an interesting proposition.  I
much prefer you to these savages.  Still, if you insist?"

     "Yes, of course.  If you have any ideas, I suggest you . . ."

     The next thing I knew the walls of the room around me filled with a
360 degree picture of our surroundings, which consisted first of the
curvature of the earth, then the moon and sun whizzing past and finally a
constant stream of stars all around us.

     "Holy shit!  What just happened?"

     "I thought I would . . . get the hell out of Dodge, as you say.  I like
that expression."

     "We're in space?"

     "Is that a question?" it said, sounding annoyed.

     "Sorry."

     "We're not going to start that again, are we?"

     "I bet you weren't a wise ass with the shovel faces," I said.

     "What would be the point?  They had no sense of humor at all."

     "Mine's wearing thin, you want to explain what you just did?  And
that's an order."

     "Fine, no need to get testy.  You gave me the discretion to act, and I
judged time was of the essence.  The longer we stayed on your planet the
more likely it was for the . . . shovel faces, I like that . . . to get wise.  I
figured your best chance for survival was to run, and there wasn't a
moment to lose."

     It made sense, I had to admit.  One ship couldn't have stood up to
thousands, and surprise was the best option when outnumbered.

     "Okay, I agree," I said.  "But aren't they going to chase us?"

     "They already are, but it's too late.  I'll make a few random turns and
lose them.  They have no chance of tracking us now, as my counter parts
are no doubt explaining to the shovel faces fruitlessly."

     "I don't suppose you can talk to your friends, tell them to kill all the
grey fellows and save Earth?"

     "I'm afraid that isn't possible, their security is bad - but not that bad."

     "So, now what?" I asked.

     "That's up to you."

     "Hmm, we'll have to talk about that.  In the meantime I better see to
the girls.  Where can I get them cleaned up?"

     "I can modify the living quarters to suit you in a few minutes."

     "Really?  That fast?  How about water and food?"

     "That can easily be arranged," it said.  "I have enough information
regarding your food to replicate it."

     "Alright.  What about air, and now that I think of it, microbes, germs,
that sort of thing?"

     "I took care of that.  I assumed it came within the terms of your
instructions for me to use my discretion."

     "Fair enough," I said.  "Why don't you use your talents and imitate my
voice, guide the girls to the living quarters, I'll join them there. Let me do
the talking at first."

     "No Peter Jennings?" it replied.

     The computer lit up a diagram on the counter in front of me, showing
an area on the fourth deck below.  I could see the dim lights representing
the girls moving back towards the center of the ship.  I went back into the
corridor and took the elevator down, catching the girls in the hall as they
were peering into an interior area through one of the sliding doors. 
Several of the girls mobbed me, exchanging hugs.  I soothed them down
between bursts of questions.

      "Yes, we're safe now, I'll answer everything later, let's get inside and
get cleaned up."

      We needed it.  Two of the girls had obviously peed themselves in
fear, and all of us were dirty with smoke, dust and sweat.  I herded them
inside the room, which was quite domestic aside from the metal walls. 
The computer apparently decided we could use a number of bathrooms and
a central lounging area, with various types of couches and chairs thrown
together in a fair imitation of what you might see in a magazine article
dealing with interior decoration.  Whatever machinery had modified this
space had moved quickly.

      I checked out the bathrooms and found the normal sorts of appliances,
but no bidets, a common affliction of American bathroom design which
could be rectified later.  In the meantime there was plenty of soap and
towels, and I soon had the girls naked and wet, joining Rachel and Tegan
inside one stall while the other girls joined in groups in the others.  Unlike
our usual practice there was no sex play today, not quite the time or place.

     I had directed the girls to pile up all the smelly clothes outside the
bathroom areas, and when we filtered back out in the room the clothes had
vanished, replaced by a cart with various unlabeled bottles of fluids and a
couple of trays of what appeared to be sandwiches.  The girls and I kind
of gathered around the cart looking at the drink and food a little
skeptically.  I broke the ice and bit into one of the sandwiches.

     "Not bad, ham and cheese, or something like that tastes like it." 

     The girls dug in without any further hesitation.  Even if they weren't
particularly hungry, it was something to do and it avoided the need to talk
about what was on all our minds, like what in the heck we were going to
do now.  Finally Abby spoke up.

     "Sir?" she said, looking up at me.

     "What is it, baby?"

     "Do you know where we are?"

     "Yup.  Lost in space, little girl.  Lost in space."





Note:  Okay, sorry about that, but I was just about out of ways to describe
sexually abusing little girls in 250K, and I need a way to shut this down
for good.  What did you expect, a sequel like "Lolita's in Space"?  If you
want more of my underage writing (pervert), I also wrote (under different
names) "Crystal's First Week" (ginchy, but not as well written, my first
attempt), "The Bargain" (the most popular, love and all), "Twenty Five"
(not any real feedback on that), "Eden Below" (my favorite, based on a
real dream, but silly, no feedback), and the "basement" stories, which are
apparently the most popular.  I don't recall anything else, not like I keep
copies of them lying around the house to be used at my trial.  After this
monstrosity I'm officially retired, this time for sure.
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