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Please let me know if you want the series to continue.

   Riv Yavtry

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   I felt very disorientated the next morning, waking up in a strange bed
next to Anne's soft warm body.  The previous evening's events had taken on
a dream‑like quality and neither of us was keen to ruin the memory
with anything more than a kiss, especially with Anne still feeling bruised
and battered.  We both had things to do so after breakfast we went our
separate ways.

   I hadn't seen either of the Quinn sisters by Tuesday so in the evening I
walked home from work via the park.  Mallory was playing on the swings.  As
soon as she saw me she ran over and hugged me round the waist.  "Be
careful, what if someone you know sees us." "So what!  Mum doesn't care. 
She won't be home from work yet.  That's why I can play here night after
night." "What about your dad?" "He disappeared before I was born.  Even
Kathleen can't remember him any more." I brought the conversation round to
my topic of concern.  "I need to talk to you and your sister.  Can you come
round to my place one evening?" "Sure.  Not tonight though, Kathleen's at
gym club.  Tomorrow?" "I'll be expecting you."

   Wednesday I had lunch with Anne in the company restaurant.  We discussed
work and trivia until we got round to coffee.  In a hushed voice Anne said
"I had a wonderful time on Saturday.  I'd love to do it again." "So would
I." Her voice dropped to a whisper.  "Now that I've done it once and I know
how incredible it is, next time I'd like to have an enema first so you
don't have to wear a condom.  Can you help me get the equipment?" "Since
we're not in a hurry, the best way is probably over the internet.  I'll
order everything if you like." "Yes please."

   Wednesday afternoon I had a phone call from Lou Carlotti.  "I've done
the basic research on Carl Voxon and I'm just putting a file together for
the courier to collect.  However there are things that it doesn't say, just
in case the file falls into the wrong hands.  Do you understand?" "Yes, I
think so." "Carl doesn't seem to have a job or any other legitimate means
of support.  However my contacts have seen him with members of the
Frasciano family, so he may well be a drug pusher.  If he really is an old
school friend, I think you might find he's changed." "Thanks for the
warning.  I'll approach him with caution." "I've spent a day investigating
for you, so when the file's on its way I'll take the remaining $250 from
your credit card.  Let me know if you want any further information."

   Wednesday evening Kathleen and Mallory rang my doorbell and I invited
them in.  We went through the same ritual as before with the cola, three
glasses with Kathleen choosing which one I was to drink from.  I
surreptitiously started a recording of the conversation, then got down to
business.  "I've decided to do what you asked, but we need to prepare in
advance.  Can you arrange to stay here overnight?" "I'll tell mum we're
having a sleepover at Jenny's," volunteered Kathleen, "We've done it so
often she doesn't check any more." "Is the weekend possible so I don't have
to worry about work?  Saturday would be best, then we could make it really
special by seeing a movie then going for a pizza or something." "Yes, yes,
Harry Potter" piped up Mallory excitedly.  "We should be able to arrange
that" said Kathleen, "I'll set it up for this Saturday." "Good.  I need a
cover story too so I'm going to tell people I have my nieces staying.  Can
you remember that?" "Yes" replied both Kathleen and Mallory.  "And you
promise that if I do what you want, you'll never tell anyone and you'll
never ask for anything more from me?" "Yes" said Mallory immediately,
earning a scowl from Kathleen as if she had other plans.  "In that case, I
have a little present for you." I handed over the child's make‑up
sets.  "Cool" said Mallory as she looked at the contents.  Kathleen looked
less impressed but she was probably old enough to be using adult products.
"Make sure you can explain having them if your mum finds them," I
cautioned. "No problem, mum doesn't care" said Mallory.

   I arranged to meet the girls at the mall Saturday afternoon.  When the
girls left, I regrettably wasn't treated to another mooning.

   Thursday morning the file on Carl Voxon arrived by courier.  I shut
myself in my office while I read it because I didn't want Anne to have any
idea I was checking up on the man who raped her.  He lived at 1428 Valley
Road North.  I looked it up on a map - it was on the outskirts of town -
and I noted that there was also a Valley Road South running approximately
parallel to it.  He had no close living family, although there might be
cousins that Lou could follow‑up if I wanted.  Lived alone, no pets,
no partner.  Drove a Ford pick-up.  No known employment.  My plan seemed
feasible.

   Friday night, after work, I wrapped up a couple of old telephone
directories in a parcel and addressed them to Helga Waldstein, 1428 Valley
Road South.  I borrowed a clipboard from work and attached a piece of paper
made out to look like a form that a courier would get you to sign.  I
borrowed a car from the company car‑pool and drove out to Valley Road
North.  It was a pretty run‑down neighbourhood, probably one
rung up from a trailer park.  Most of the houses looked in need of repair
and redecoration and Carl's was no exception.  The Ford pick-up was parked
in the driveway.  I put on a baseball cap, pulled well‑down over my
face, walked up to Carl's front door and rang the doorbell.  A stocky man
dressed in a vest and shorts came to the door but stayed behind the
security screen.  "Yes?  What do you want?" "Package for 1428." "I'm not
expecting anything." I tried to act like a disinterested courier.  "Says
here 1428.  Is that you?" Carl opened the security screen and looked at the
package.  I saw his pupils widen slightly when he saw it wasn't addressed
to him.  He snatched the package and shut the security door but I had long
enough to get a decent look at him .  "Hey, you're supposed to sign for
that," I shouted after him, trying to sound indignant.  "Fuck off." Mission
accomplished I beat a hasty retreat and drove off.

   After dark I returned, driving past Carl's house and parking some
distance away.  I was in luck because the lights were on and the
pick‑up was in the driveway.  I walked back to Carl's house, thankful
not to meet anyone on the way.  When he had opened his door to me I had
seen enough to assess Carl's position on the pheromone wheel and I had
brought an ample supply of the opposite formulation with me which I applied
liberally to the air‑intake grille of the pick‑up.  I then
walked back to my car, trying to appear nonchalant when I felt anything
but. I heaved a sigh of relief when I made it back to the car and drove off
without seeing anyone.

   Saturday afternoon I drove the pool‑car to the mall and met
Kathleen and Mallory.  Both were dressed in plain t‑shirts, Kathleen
white and Mallory pink, and blue jeans and sneakers.  Both were carrying
back‑packs which presumably contained the necessities for an
overnight stay.  Mallory particularly seemed to be struggling to carry hers
so I stowed them in the trunk of the car.

   At the cinema I lashed out on nachos, popcorn and smoothies.  I enjoyed
the Harry Potter film, and the girls seemed to as well because they sat
through it without a word.  Afterwards we went to a Pizza Restaurant. 
Despite their slender builds, both girls put away an enormous amount of
food, followed by ice‑cream and milkshakes.  I told the girls a
little about my work then asked them about themselves.  "How old are you?"
I asked Mallory.  "Eleven," she replied.  "In three months time," corrected
Kathleen.  "And how old are you?" I asked Kathleen.  "Fifteen last month."
"And she's a brilliant gymnast," said Mallory, "she represents the state in
competitions." Kathleen looked a bit put‑out by the praise, the first
time I had seen her uncomfortable.  "I'm not quite good enough for the
national squad and mum can't afford a top‑class trainer but the coach
at gym club is very generous and gives me extra training for free.  But
Mallory is going to be the star of the family; she plays soccer and is
going to be good enough for the national team," said Kathleen.  "I'm not
tall enough to be a forward so I play in midfield.  Our team hasn't lost
this year," said Mallory.  "She's like a general, dictating the play.  You
should go and watch her some time," added Kathleen.  I sort of nodded my
agreement without making a commitment.  The two sisters' sporting
activities certainly explained their slender builds.  Eventually the girls
declared themselves full, so I settled the bill and drove us to my house.

   Back home I parked the pool‑car outside, and retrieving the
rucksacks from the trunk, I let us in.  "Are you going to fuck me now?"
asked Mallory.  "Not just yet.  I've got one more treat for you, to help
you relax." "What about the video?" asked Kathleen.  I had set everything
up beforehand so I was able to pick up the waiting camcorder and hand it to
Kathleen.  "You're going to do the work.  Here's the camcorder.  Just press
here to record, and here to stop.  " I pointed out the buttons to operate
it.  "It's auto‑focus and self‑adjusting." "There's no tape for
it to record onto.  This is a fake, isn't it?" accused Kathleen.  "No, it
transmits a signal to my PC which records onto hard‑disc.  It's more
like a webcam than a conventional camcorder and it will work provided it's
within 20 yards of my PC.  Point it at Mallory and press play." Kathleen
did as I said, and the red led came on to show the camcorder was recording.
I ruffled Mallory's long chestnut hair.  "Hey!" protested Mallory.  "Ok,
now stop recording." I took the two girls into my study and
double‑clicked the file that had been created.  The PC displayed the
clip of me ruffling Mallory's hair.  "Cool" said Mallory.  "And now, young
lady, time for a bath!" "Awww, mum makes me have a bath before bed."
"Exactly.  But this one will be a bit different." I led Mallory into the
bathroom.  I lit the scented candles and the smell of lavender began to
fill the room.  I turned on the taps.  Kathleen watched from the door. 
"Take your clothes off." It came out like an order, and Mallory obeyed,
taking off her sneakers then peeling off her pink t‑shirt, jeans and
white panties without a hint of embarrassment.  She was very slim for her
age with prominent ribs.  Her breasts were just starting to develop and
barely the size of a dollar coin.  Her pussy was completely bare and she
had puffy little‑girl cunt lips.  When I judged the water was deep
enough I poured in some bubble bath and whipped it up into a foaming mass.
I indicated to Mallory and she jumped in.  "Are you going to wash me?" she
asked.  I hadn't really thought about it.  "If you want me to." "Be careful
when you wash my hair.  Mum always gets soap in my eyes." Fortunately I had
thought to get some extra‑mild baby shampoo so I poured water over
her long chestnut hair to wet it then rubbed in the shampoo.  Mallory
seemed to enjoy this so after rinsing very carefully to ensure no soap got
in her eyes, I repeated the process.  Then I took a washrag and soap and
gently washed her all over, being careful not to linger over her breasts or
pussy.  Throughout Mallory was having fun playing with the bubbles, blowing
them towards Kathleen and me.  I pulled the plug and as the water started
to gurgle away, I lifted Mallory out of the bath and into a soft warm
towel. I vigorously towelled her all over until she was pink and dry all
over.  "Now are you going to fuck me?" "Yes, in the bedroom.  Kathleen, do
you have the camcorder ready?" I picked up Mallory's clothes and took them
into the guest bedroom, where I had already put the girls'
back‑packs. Mallory and Kathleen joined me, and Kathleen set the
camcorder going.  "Onto the bed, and lie on your back." Again it came out
like an order.  Mallory jumped on the bed and lay there spreadeagled with
her arms and legs wide apart.  Now we were getting to the tricky part.  I
took off my own clothes and piled them neatly by the door.  Both Mallory
and Kathleen had long, curious stares at my nudity.  I assumed Kathleen had
seen a naked man before but Mallory probably hadn't.  There wasn't much to
see as my cock was flaccid.  I got on the bed and knelt between Mallory's
knees.  For some reason I found myself thinking about Kathleen's shaven
pussy and that brought my cock up to a partially erect state.  "Are you
going to put that thing in me?" asked Mallory.  "Yes, when you're ready." I
leant over and kissed Mallory on the lips.  Her breath was sweet and she
tasted of strawberry milkshake.  Mallory kissed me back, a child's kiss
with lips firmly shut.  I kissed my way down her neck until I reached her
tiny, budding breasts.  I teased her nipples with my fingers but got no
reaction.  I sucked a nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue,
but still no reaction.  I kissed my way down her prominent ribs and concave
belly until I got to her puffy, hairless, little‑girl cunt lips.  I
slid a finger between them and rubbed gently.  Mallory giggled.  "That
tickles!" I parted her cunt lips with my fingers and explored the dry
insides with my tongue.  I couldn't find her clit.  Mallory giggled again,
and what little I had in the way of an erection completely vanished.  I was
in desperate trouble and in need of help.  I got up from between Mallory's
legs.  "I'm sorry, I'm a bit dry.  I'm going to get some cola, do you want
some?" Both girls said yes, and Kathleen reminded me about letting her
choose mine from the three glasses.  Naked, I walked into the kitchen and
took three glasses.  I smeared a tiny bit of the pheromone preparation that
had worked on Mallory before onto the base of each glass, and for good
measure I also smeared some of the pheromone preparation that ought to work
on me, although I had never tested it.  I poured cola into each glass and
carried them back to the guest bedroom.  Kathleen indicated which one I
should have, then she took one herself and I handed the third to Mallory.
We each took a drink, and I could see from a subtle change in her
expression that the pheromones were working on Mallory - I just hoped that
it wouldn't show up in the recording.  I knelt between Mallory's legs again
and kissed her on the lips.  She kissed me back, this time tasting of cola,
but it was still the kiss of a child.  Again I kissed my way down to
Mallory's breasts, and this time I got a response, Mallory's breathing
deepening.  When I sucked a nipple into my mouth it was decidedly larger
than before and Mallory let out a little whimper.  I played with her
breasts and nipples for several minutes, delighting in the succession of
whimpers, and causing Mallory to breathe heavily.  I kissed my way down to
her cunt and this time I found moisture between her cunt lips.  I parted
them with my fingers and licked inside, and this time I found her tiny clit
poking up.  I flicked my tongue over it and Mallory squealed.  I teased
Mallory for a while, licking round her clit then every so often flicking it
with my tongue.  She was now very wet and panting hard and I could tell she
was close to cumming.  I sucked the clit between my lips and Mallory cried
out as she came, the familiar fluttering racking her body.  My cock was
rock hard and pointing at Mallory's cunt.  I remembered Torsten Feldberg's
advice.  "Are you sure you want me to fuck you", I asked Mallory?  "Yes,
please do it", she replied.  I positioned the head of my cock between
Mallory's cunt lips and gently pushed, and to my surprise it slid into her
hot, wet little hole quite easily.  Kathleen had been right about preparing
Mallory beforehand because there was no hymen and she wasn't as tight as I
feared.  However I bottomed out at about 3 inches, so I wasn't going to get
enough stimulation to cum myself.  I shifted position so that on each
stroke in and out I would brush against Mallory's clit, then I started
fucking her.  It was quite difficult - with only 3 inches of depth, I had
to concentrate in order not to slip out of her, but it was worth the effort
as Mallory was in no time panting hard in rhythm with my strokes.  I
speeded up my thrusts, encouraged by Mallory stretching slightly to
accommodate my length and before too long I felt Mallory's abdominal
muscles fluttering round my cock as she came again with a loud squeal.

   Mallory was looking very tired and I let her rest for a few moments. 
With my cock was still hard in her hot little cunt, I went round sucking up
the salty beads of sweat that had broken out on her body.  When her
breathing had dropped back towards normal, I started slowly thrusting
again. Mallory's pupils widened with surprise as she found herself
responding despite not being sure she wanted more.  I let Mallory dictate
the pace, taking my cue from the speed of her breathing.  Soon she was
panting again, her tiny body jolting with the effect of my hard thrusting.
I was now penetrating 4 inches inside her and I could feel her juices as
they seeped from her cunt and down her thighs and perineum.  Mallory took
longer to come this time and not so strongly, letting out a loud squeal
while her tired abdominal muscles managed less of the fluttering sensation.
After she came she seemed to faint from the exertion.  I withdrew my cock,
slimy and still hard from Mallory's cunt.  After a couple of minutes she
seemed to revive and I gave her a chaste little peck on the lips.  "That
was wonderful.  Thank you.  I'm glad I chose you as my first." "I'm glad
you enjoyed it.  But you're all hot and sticky.  Can you make it to the
shower?"

   In the end I had to carry Mallory to the shower, and hold her upright as
I sprayed her with cool water and rinsed between her legs.  I towelled her
dry and carried her back to the guest bedroom.  She was so tired she fell
asleep as I tucked her in.  I was pretty tired myself so I made my way back
to the lounge and collapsed into an armchair.

   I was fucking Kathleen, my cock rock hard and enormous at the sight of
her shaved pussy.  I thrusted into her urgently and she responded in kind.
Then I came, firing spurts of cum into her unprotected cunt .....  then I
woke up.  I was in the armchair, Kathleen was naked from the waist down and
straddling the arms of the armchair.  She had fucked me using her highly
trained thigh muscles to raise and lower herself onto my cock, and now she
was using her cunt muscles to milk the last of my cum from my shrinking
cock, her shaved pussy mere inches from my face.  "Oh, you're awake.  I
though you deserved this for being so nice to Mallory.  And coach says sex
is the best all‑round exercise a gymnast can get." Having just woken
up I wasn't completely up‑to‑speed so I asked the questions as
the leapt into my mind.  "Is coach fucking you?" "No, he's gay - he only
fucks the boy gymnasts." "Are you on the pill?" "No need.  My BMI is so low
from all the training that my periods have virtually stopped.  My last was
months ago." "Why do you shave?" "Coach says it helps aerodynamically and
it looks nicer under a tight leotard - some judges mark you up if they can
see your lips." My cock slipped out of Kathleen and landed with a plop on
my belly, the coating of Kathleen's juices and my cum feeling chilly
against my skin.

   "I'm going to bed too, mind if I shower before you", asked Kathleen. 
"Go ahead, there's plenty of clean towels." I went into the study and
checked the recording that Kathleen and made.  It looked to have turned out
pretty good, capturing the expressions on Mallory's face, the thrusting of
my cock into her cunt and the instinctive noises she made as she reached
orgasm.  I password‑protected it and took a backup copy.  By the time
I had finished Kathleen was out of the bathroom so I had a long cool
shower. When I had finished and dried myself I made my way to my bedroom.
It was already occupied, Kathleen was under the covers.  "Hey, you're
supposed to sleep with Mallory in the guest room!" "I didn't want to wake
her.  Besides, I've already fucked you so what can happen?" Reluctantly I
climbed in beside Kathleen and tried to get comfortable.  I tried virtually
every position I could think of but nothing seemed to work until I found
myself in the 'spoons' position nestled behind her.  She stirred slightly
and I felt her cool firm buttocks rub against my groin - she was naked.  My
cock shot to life, nestling between Kathleen's butt cheeks.  Almost lazily
she lifted her leg and, reaching behind, took my cock in her hand and
slipped it into her already moist cunt.  At first I let Kathleen do the
work, pushing back into my groin, but as my excitement rose I started
thrusting hard all the way into her, eliciting faint mewing sounds with
each thrust.  I felt Kathleen's hand rubbing her pussy and it wasn't long
before she came, her whole body going rigid as her cunt clenched round my
cock, bringing me to orgasm too, causing me to shoot spurt after spurt of
cum into her hot moist receptacle.  Relaxed from the release, I lay like
that until I fell asleep, my flaccid cock still embedded inside Kathleen.



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