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Author: AnonyMPC Title: The Perks of Being a Doormat Summary: Tim has trouble
saying no when women ask for favors. Normally it's a proble, but when asked to
tutor a family friend's 14 year old daughter, it changes his world. Keywords:
Mf, ff, g, inc, sis, loli, blackmail, preg, teach The Perks of Being a Doormat
Book One: **** Chapter One: I've always been a little bit of a doormat. I just
have trouble saying no to people, especially when they tell me they need my
help, and if they're girls, too, forget about it. I practically can't refuse a
girl in need. Most people would assume that I do it in the hopes of sex, but
it's not really about that. The age or beauty of the girl doesn't matter, very
much, nor my prospective chances, it's just that I want to help. It's like I'm
biologically hardwired not to be able to say no when a girl says the magic
words, "Please." For most of my life, this has caused me nothing but grief. All
through school I'd "help" girls with their homework, doing most of it myself,
or even allow them to copy off me. I've helped countless girls move, or given
them rides from one place to another, even to dates with their boyfriends. I've
loaned money without any expectation of getting it back, or of getting anything
other than a thank you or maybe a hug in return. I'm a pushover, I know. But
there was that one time where not being able to say no when I wanted to made
all the rest of my life as a doormat worth it and changed my world forever. I
was just out of college, and had my own place, a small apartment, and a new
job. It was a pretty good job, writing program documentation for a software
company. I could work from home and they didn't care what hours I set so long
as I didn't miss a deadline. I was a little lonely, having no co-workers I met
on a regular basis. There were a few friends from school I saw from time to
time, but much of my social life was still seeing my family. I lived with my
parents through college, and after I graduated I didn't move far, only about a
10 minute drive away. I still saw them regularly; after all, I had to do my
laundry. I'd also usually have at least one meal a week over there. My parents
went to Church on Sunday, and afterwards they had a big meal, something hearty
like a roast. Often, they invited friends from Church over to eat with them,
and I got to know a few of them over the years. One Sunday, they invited a
woman named Grace, who'd been there many times before. I'd done favors for her
too, usually typing something up that she wrote freehand. She was Asian,
although spoke with only a very slight accent, having been in the US for
something like 30 or 40 years. She was one of those people I didn't mind doing
the occasional favor for. She was always outwardly very friendly, and even gave
me Christmas presents every year. They were small things, but it was the
thought that counted. This time, Grace had some of her kids with her, two
girls. They were technically her grandkids, but she raised them as her own
since they were babies and they even called her Mom. She also lived with a
teenage son who was with friends, and another grown son who now lived in
another state... I'd met all of them at some point over the years (except the
wayward daughter, mother of the two girls), but didn't get to know any of them
very well. The two with Grace that day were Stephanie, age fourteen, and her
little sister Bonnie, age eleven. They were cute. Both were mixed-race, by the
same father, and resembled each other a lot. Their Asian features were diluted,
and except for shape of their eyes, they looked closer to Latina than Asian.
But they had nice black hair, just a hint of shade to the skin, and sweet
smiles although both wore braces. Stephanie had her very straight hair long,
tied up in a ponytail, and was wearing a nice blouse for church that showed her
developing breasts. Bonnie had shorter hair, a little curlier, down to just
above her shoulders. She wore more childish attire, a pink t-shirt like top and
pants. Since I was out of their age range, I tried my best not to look at
either of them, even though I was attracted. Mostly I just adopted my classic
social eating pose, watching my plate and only paying cursory attention to the
topics, answering only when spoken to directly. Sometimes, when they got into a
topic like religion, I zoned out and lost track of the conversation entirely.
It was at one of those times staring down at a slice of gravy soaked beef and
wondering about what kind of underwear Stephanie might be wearing, when I
became aware of a sudden lull in the conversation and realized I'd been asked a
question. "I'm sorry?" I asked. "I must have been thinking of something else."
"I said you must be really good at math, for computers," Grace said. "Yeah," I
said. "There's a lot of math required. But it's required for a lot of fields,
not just computers." Grace waved her fork in the direction of Stephanie. "She
used to be so good at school, but lately, I don't know, something happened,
she's been doing poorly." I glanced at Stephanie, who was also now staring down
at her plate, looking mortified. "Mom," she complained weakly. "I'm sorry, but
you need to fix this and work hard and get your grades up. You failed your last
test! You used to be really good at math, and I don't know if you're distracted
by all your friends, or..." "It's just harder now," she said. "Well it's not
getting any easier. And this is important. Isn't it, Tim?" I felt a little
uncomfortable about being drawn into the conversation, even on the fringes.
"Yeah, education is pretty important," I got out. "That's right," Grace said.
"So we need to nip this problem in the bud before it gets worse. If you're
having trouble, you can get help. We've got a math expert right here." She
looked at me pointedly. "I don't know if I'd say expert..." I said, not liking
where this was going. "Compared to all of us here you are," she said. "Have you
ever tutored anyone before?" "No," I said honestly. "I don't even think I'd
know how." "Ha-ha, you need a tutor," Bonnie teased her sister. "I don't need a
tutor," Stephanie said. Grace ignored them both. "I'm sure it's simple. You
already know the math, you can just help her with her homework and the problems
she's having learning. I certainly don't understand all of it." "I don't think
I'd be the best choice..." I said. That was the closest I usually came to
refusal. I never outright said no, I just pointed out the reasons it was a bad
idea, or other options that would be better. "I'm sure a professional tutor
would be better." "I don't think I can afford a professional. They charge an
arm and a leg and I barely make ends meet. I can pay you a little. It would
only be a couple times a week after school. You said you choose your own hours
at your work, don't you?" "Yeah," I said. "But I do have to stay close to home
sometimes if I'm on call for an emergency." This was an outright lie, there are
no software documentation emergencies, I just didn't like the idea of going
over to her place a few times a week to tutor her kid. "You could do it at your
place," she said. "You live on the way to her school anyway." Grace had been
present several times when my parents gave me a ride home on the way somewhere
else. I tried to think of another objection I could use, when she said the
magic words. "Please, Tim? I could really use your help on this. Her whole
future could depend on just a little helping hand." "I guess I could give it a
shot," I said finally. "But I can't promise anything, I've never taught anybody
anything before." Grace smiled. "That's all I ask. Good! Thank you. God will
bless you for this. We'll choose a day that's good for you. Right after
school." The conversation moved on. I caught Stephanie giving me a look out of
the corner of her eye; I thought maybe she was angry at my agreeing. I gave her
a helpless little shrug. **** Chapter Two: Tuesday was my first day as a tutor.
I was actually looking forward to it a little by this point, and for perfectly
innocent reasons. Sure, I had some fantasies about something happening, but I
didn't really expect to do anything but help Stephanie through her problems
with math. That itself was a happy prospect to me. I guess that's one of the
reasons I'm a bit of a pushover, because I do like genuinely helping people
out. It boosted my ego to think that Stephanie might, someday, have me to thank
for getting into college. Before she arrived, I spent a good there hours
cleaning up my place, since I was a bachelor, so she wouldn't think I was some
kind of disgusting freak. Then, I heard somebody coming up the stairs. I lived
in an apartment above a set of stores. However, I was my landlord's favorite
client, because I was his only one. The Economy had been in a slump, and the
store below had been vacant for a while, and of the other three apartments you
could reach from the stairwell that connected to the street, the last tenant
moved out two months ago. So when I heard somebody coming up the stairs, I
figured they were coming to see me. I was correct. A soft knock rapped at my
door. I got up and opened it. Stephanie stood in the door, one hand on her book
bag, and looking down shyly, or sadly, not meeting my eye. She wore a school
uniform. A blue skirt, coming down to just above the knee, and a vest over a
plain white shirt and tie, and a jacket over both. "Hi," she said. It didn't
seem to be a very happy hello. "Hi," I said. "Why don't you come in?" She shook
her head when I offered her a drink, and had a seat at the desk. I stared at
her knees for a moment before forcing my gaze away... she didn't seem to
notice. She wouldn't look at me at all. "How was school?" I asked, in an
attempt to break the ice. She shrugged. "It was okay." Another awkward silence
stretched before us. I tried again. "Look, I know you probably don't want to be
here," I said. "I understand, believe me. You'd rather be hanging out with your
friends, or with your boyfriend or something, but..." She still wouldn't look
at me. "I don't have a boyfriend." "Really?" I asked, genuinely surprised. "I
would have figured you'd be chasing boys off with a stick." "I'm not allowed
to," she said. I thought she was blushing. "Not until I'm sixteen." "Oh," I
said. "Sorry." And I was, that seemed like it was way too unfair, but then,
Grace was really religious and strict. I tried to regain my train of thought.
"Well, anyway, I know you'd rather be doing something else. But we're here, so
I'll try to help you with your problem, okay?" She didn't say anything.
Teenagers, I guess. I remembered the days where I barely spoke more than two
words to anyone more than 5 years older than me. "Is there anything in
particular you have trouble with?" She shrugged. I just about gave up. "Okay,
well, do you have any of your old homework? Maybe I can try to figure out where
you're going wrong." "Okay," she said, and reached into her bag. She dug around
for nearly a minute, then pulled out a few sheets and handed them to me. I told
her she should get started on her new homework while I looked it over, and I
started reading through her old work. It was kind of a blast from the past...
it had been a while since I'd done math that simple, and some of it I had
barely used since leaving high school. Surprisingly, the homework, from about a
week prior, didn't look that bad. From the scores the teacher gave, I didn't
see much reason for needing a tutor at all. It wasn't perfect, but many of the
problems seemed to be simple errors where a negative number was used instead of
a positive, or a step was skipped. It wasn't the homework of a failing student.
I took a peek over her shoulder. She was still struggling on the first one,
scratching out her failed attempts several times. It had been several minutes.
Either she was really slow, or she didn't know how to do it. I had a theory.
"Stephanie?" I said. She jumped at the sound of my voice, sitting straight up.
"Do you mind if I ask you something?" "Uh... sure," she said. She looked at me,
but her eyes were focused on my chest instead of meeting my gaze. "Do you copy
your homework answers from your friends, or the back of the book?" Everybody
did it when I was her age. Even I did... not because I didn't know the answers,
but because I found the homework to be pointless busy work. Once I understood
how the equations worked, it was just a chore to do it 60 times. Her response
was swift, and she looked at me directly for the first time in several minutes.
"No!" she said. I thought she might be afraid of me telling her Mom. "Listen,
Stephanie. I'm here to help you. To do that I need to know the truth about
what's going wrong. So I'm going to make you a promise. No matter what you tell
me here in a tutoring session, I won't tell on you, okay? I won't tell your
Mom, my parents, your teacher, nobody. I swear. Do you believe me?" She nodded.
"Okay, so did you copy off your friends?" "No," she said again. "I wouldn't do
that. It's cheating. I swear to God." I believed her, suddenly. "Okay," I said
with a sharp exhalation. "It's just your homework doesn't seem to be very bad
here. If you did all the work here, there shouldn't be any reason you'd fail on
a test. And you seemed to be having trouble on the new homework." She went back
to not answering me. "Okay, obviously I'm no good at this. Maybe we should just
tell your mother this won't work out. In the meantime, is there anything
specific you're having trouble with in the new homework?" I thought she wasn't
going to say anything again, but finally, when I was about to throw up my
hands, she said, "I just have so much trouble concentrating sometimes." "You
do?" She nodded. "Well, that's not so bad. It's something you can work on." Or
maybe she should ask her mother about being checked for ADD, but I didn't want
to bring that up yet. "So you don't pay attention in class because you're
distracted, and I guess it takes a while after class for you to learn it again
from the book?" "Yeah," she said. "Okay. I'll try to think of ways to help with
the concentration issue. In the meantime, maybe it would be best if we try to
go over today's lesson again so you can get through your homework." She opened
up her textbook, and found where she had left off. I sat next to her on the
couch, so we could both read it at the same time. It was still pretty easy
stuff, just a little more complicated than what she'd already been doing. I
tried my best to explain it, and although she was quiet and didn't interrupt,
she was fidgeting a lot and I wondered if I was getting through. We moved back
to the homework afterwards. She was still doing poorly. I tried not to just
give her the answers, since it wouldn't help her at all. I would just to check
her at each step and let her come to the answer herself. But she kept making
mistakes, and it wasn't any one unifying misunderstanding that I could detect
and correct. It took quite a long time to get through the problems in her
homework, and by that time, I was pretty frustrated. "Look," I said. "I'm
obviously no good with this tutoring thing, and these concentration problems
you're having might be more serious than I can help with. I think I should tell
your mother to get you tested for ADD." "No!" she pleaded. "Please! I'll try
harder next time." Then a flash of anger crossed her face. "You swore you
wouldn't say anything about what I told you." She had me there. "You're right.
And I always try to keep my word." She calmed down a little at that. "But I
really think you should talk to her about this. There's no shame in it. And at
the very least, you need a better tutor than me." "No, you were helping fine,"
she said. "Can't we try again? I promise I'll do better next time. Please?" She
looked me right in the eyes and gave me that little helpless look I have
trouble resisting on a female face. "Please?" I sighed. "Okay, we'll give it
one more try. But that's enough for today." Later, her mother called me, and I
warned her again that I might not be the right person for a job, but she
thanked me for trying and made another appointment for Thursday. **** Chapter
Three: Thursday rolled around, and shortly after the end of the school day,
there Steph was at my door. Instead of being done up in a ponytail, this time
her hair was loose, long, and pretty. I thought about complimenting her on it,
but decided not to, for fear of seeming creepy. Instead I just sat her down,
asked her how school went. "It was okay," she said simply. Then she frowned.
"We had a quiz, in math." "Oh? How did you do?" She passed it over. I could
tell it was one of those situations where the teacher had everybody else mark
their neighbor's paper instead of doing any grading him or herself. It probably
meant that it didn't count for marks, either. I hoped that was the case, for
her sake. Stephanie got 2/10, mostly because she didn't finish several
questions. "This isn't good." One of the questions stood out to me. "We went
over this exact question on Tuesday," I pointed out, a little angrily. "It was
in the homework. It just had different numbers. You should have been able to
get this one." "I know," she said. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't concentrate!"
She seemed on the verge of tears, which dissipated my anger instantly. I tried
to be as gentle as I could. "I think that's the key to your problem. If you
can't concentrate, even when you really need to..." "It's not ADD," she said
defensively. "Maybe not, but it's something. What is it that keeps breaking
your concentration?" I asked. She hung her head quietly, but didn't respond.
"Is it worries you're not going to do well?" She shook her head. "Something
going on with your friends?" Again, a silent head shake. I tried to think about
other things that teenage girls might obsess over when they should be doing
work. "Boys?" I knew right away I'd hit on something. She blushed deeply, and
this time there was no headshake. "Oh, I see. It's a boy." I thought trying to
interact with her on the level of a friend, a peer, might be the best approach.
"So, what's his name?" "It's not like you think," she said. "So how is it?" I
asked. "Is it a girl?" "No!" she said, and buried her face in her hands. "I'm
not like that." She took a breath. "You promise not to tell, right?" "Right," I
assured her. "Tutor-student confidentiality." It was an attempt to lighten the
mood, as much for myself as for her. "It's just sometimes I get so... hot down
there and it's like, all I can think about. It's not just one boy, it's lots of
boys, and my math teacher, and... and others." "Oh." Now I was suddenly
uncomfortable, both for the awkward subject, and the fact that I now had an
incredibly sudden erection. I was glad she wasn't looking at me, so I could try
to adjust it, mentally talk it down, or at least get it so it wasn't visible.
"Um, that's probably normal. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Guys are like that
all the time." Except, when guys get like that, we usually just go jack off to
relieve the pressure. I figured girls masturbated too, at least those that had
a higher than usual sex drive... some probably just became promiscuous. But
when you combined a religious mother, and a restriction against dating,
Stephanie might never have learned, or been taught that it was dirty. I could
hardly imagine all that pressure and no way to relieve it, although I was
experiencing a taste of that with my boner. So although it was incredibly
difficult, I managed to suggest. "You know there are ways to take that off your
mind. To, uhm, safely, satisfy those urges. Did you take Sex Ed?" I could only
hope that they covered this for girls in those parts of Sex Ed where the boys
and girls were separated... and that her mother signed the consent form. To my
relief, she nodded. "Yeah, you mean... masturbation." She whispered the word.
"Yeah," I said. "You might think it's gross or wrong, but it would take care of
the problem." "I can't," she said. I thought she was going to talk about how it
was a sin, that the bible or her mother said so. What I got was a much more
mundane answer, and a surprise. "There's too many people at home. There's
always somebody there. I almost never get time to myself. I share my room with
my sister and sometimes I try but it's just too hard to do it at home. And
there's nowhere to do it." She trembled as she spoke, the words spilling out of
her quickly, like a long released burden finally shared. "Last time I tried it
was so embarrassing, my Mom heard me and I had to pretend I was just having a
nightmare." Oh, god, cute, horny, and loud. It was a wonder I didn't try to
make a move on her, but I didn't think she'd have any interest in me, and if I
tried, it would get back to her mother and then it would get back to my
parents. Even if jail wasn't involved, my life would be ruined. And as much as
she turned me on at that moment, in her horny, helpless, need, I also did want
to help her. I could only think of one thing. "If you wanted, you could do it
here..." "What?" "Not in front of me," I said quickly. "I'm not trying to be a
perv or anything. But you could go into the bathroom, do... what you need to
do, and then we continue our tutoring session. I'll stay here. If it'll help
get... that, off your mind. I'll stay right here, watch some TV." "Really?"
"Just don't tell your mother, I'm not sure she'd understand." She smiled a
little. "You're right, she wouldn't." She looked from side to side. "Now?" "If
you need to." She got up and walked out of the living room, then down the hall
to the bathroom. I heard the door close, and I turned on the TV. I was tempted
to do something, go and listen in at the very least, but the floors at my place
had a tendency to creak, and I didn't want to do anything to shatter what we'd
built. After all, I think it does take a lot of trust to masturbate in the
house of someone you don't know very well, with them knowing what you're doing.
Then again, maybe she was just THAT horny that she didn't care. So, instead of
doing anything, I watched a rerun of the Simpsons and tried to ignore the fact
that a pretty teenage girl was rubbing her pussy only feet away. Although I was
never able to lose myself in what was on the screen, at least my erection faded
after the first few minutes of watching Homer's antics. The show had just ended
when I became aware of a sound. It was a moan that turned into a cry, and then
cut off suddenly. If I didn't know better, I might have thought it was a porn
movie, heard through a shared wall with a neighbor. My erection was back. She
really was loud. If it was like that all the time, no wonder she couldn't do it
at home. I was lucky I had no neighbors. A few minutes later, she came back
into the room. It was like night and day. She wasn't tense, or keeping her eyes
down, or restrained, it was like she was free and happy. She plopped herself
right down on the chair. "Sorry it took so long," she said. "No problem. Shall
we try to go over the lesson again?" The difference was even more dramatic
scholastically. This time I was the sexually distracted one, but I was able to
cover it well and try to explain the new concepts in that day's lesson. Steph
now grasped things easily, sometimes before I finished explaining it. She made
connections, and she was able to blow through her homework faster than on the
previous Tuesday, even taking into account the half-hour masturbation break.
"Well, I guess we're done," I said as she successfully completed the last
question. "I guess we could get a head start on your next lesson if you wanted,
or we could call it a day early." "How are you at science?" she asked. I was
feeling pretty good at my success, so I gave it a shot, although it had been
quite some time since I had to deal with it. I was just happy to help, and I
think I was able to clarify problems that had escaped her, until her mother
called on her cell phone because it was time for her to be heading home. She
talked to Stephanie first, and was excited happily about how she was "getting
it" now, and I felt a warm glow inside, even though I did very little of the
work. Then I talked to Grace a little, and when she asked me if I was okay with
keeping up the arrangement, I agreed. On her way out the door, Stephanie turned
to me and got a little shy again. "I wanted to thank you, for, ummm... letting
me do what I did." "Anytime," I said, automatically. "Really?" She seemed
surprised at the offer. I hadn't actually meant it as an invitation, but it
didn't take much thought. "I don't see why not. It certainly seems to make the
tutoring go more smoothly." An idea struck me. "In fact, since I work from
home, I'm usually going to be here during the day. If you ever needed to, uhm,
clear your head, before class, or at lunch, so you can focus on what they're
teaching, you're welcome to stop by and use my washroom. " She thought about
that, and then smiled brightly. "Okay. If you really don't mind... maybe I
will." **** Chapter Four: I next saw Stephanie on Monday morning. She knocked
on my door before school and asked if she could "use the washroom." Of course I
let her... why would I refuse? But she didn't stay after her climax, since she
had to rush off to school to avoid being late. Tuesday I saw her again for her
regular tutoring appointment, and she started again with a session in the
bathroom, rubbing herself off while I waited and looked over the homework
assignments. She'd had another in-class quiz that day, and although she did
better than the last one, she only barely passed. "I should have come here this
morning," she said apologetically. "I didn't think I'd get so horny before
class." She dropped her voice to nearly a whisper at the word horny, looking
adorably sheepish about saying it. It might seem odd, but despite what was
going on, it was mostly just an ordinary tutoring relationship, with the
exception of one little thing, that she masturbated, privately, before every
session, and on a few of the days between sessions. Steph was actually a bright
kid when she wasn't distracted by whatever naughty thoughts were going through
her head, and didn't need much tutoring. She also opened up to me a little
more, as well, calling me by my first name, asking me general questions,
talking about her friends, family, and life in general. It was kind of sweet. I
was glad she was just starting to treat me as a friend, now that I'd helped her
out. I didn't really read anything into it, even when, one day, she asked me if
I had a girlfriend. "No," I said simply. "No, I don't." "Oh," she said. A few
seconds later, she followed it up with, "Are you gay?" I laughed. "No. I've had
girlfriends before, but I guess it was just never right." "So why don't you
have one now?" I shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'm a little shy," I
admitted. After all, she confided in me, so the least I could do was confide in
her. "It takes me a long time to get up the nerve to make a move, ask a girl
out, and by the time I do, it's usually too late. I doubt most of them would be
interested anyway." "You should be more confident, Tim," she said. "I'm sure
there are plenty of girls just waiting for you to make a move." I laughed a
little, nervously. "Not really likely. I don't get out much." I changed the
subject back to her studies then, not wanting to appear more of a loser than I
already felt myself. In retrospect, she wasn't suggesting that I be more
confident with women, she was all but telling me to make a move on her. But I
didn't. It wasn't that I didn't have any thoughts about Stephanie like that.
It's just that I tried my best to put them out of my mind, because in addition
to it being illegal, I still thought of her as being innocent. Sure, every
couple days she furiously rubbed her pussy in my home until she had a screaming
orgasm, but considering she was a teenage girl, flushed with hormones,
apparently cursed with a high sex drive, and yet not sneaking around with what
must have been a mile-long lineup of horny young boys at school who'd die to be
with her? That seemed like an innocent girl to me. I tried to keep my thoughts
about her to friendship, with the occasional fantasy while she was far out of
sight. In fact, even if she had come on to me directly, I believe I could have
held out, been responsible, told her it wasn't a good idea, advised her to go
after somebody her own age. I'm not sure, but I think so. But that's not how it
happened. She got me at my weak spot. I was working, when I heard a little
knock at my door. I got there and Stephanie was standing there. It was a bit of
a surprise, because it was the middle of the day. She must have come to me on
her lunch break. "Hi," she said. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" Her legs
were shaking a little, and I had to wonder if she actually had to use the
bathroom. I couldn't help but smile. "Sure. Like I said, you're always
welcome." "Thanks," she said. "It's just I've got a really big math test today.
Right after lunch." "Oh, that was today?" I'd forgotten. She disappeared behind
the door, and I let her, and went back to work. I wanted to make myself a
sandwich, but the kitchen was right next to the bathroom, and I really didn't
want to intrude. So I waited. And waited. Eventually, I realized she'd been in
there a long time. Not only was it taking longer than usual, it was getting
late. I had an idea of how long it took to get to school from my place, and it
was looking very close to the time where she'd have to leave to get back on
time. I paced in my living room a while, looking at the clock, hoping I'd hear
her moan in completion and I wouldn't have to go up there, and at the same time
worrying that something might have happened, that she'd fainted from lack of
lunch or slipped on some soap and hit her head. Finally, I crept up to the door
and rapped on it lightly with my knuckle. "Stephanie?" I said softly. "Yes?"
The voice was strained, but at least the worst of my fears were dispelled. "I'm
so sorry to bother you, it's just, it's nearly one o'clock. Is everything
okay?" It took a while, but she said. "No." "What's wrong?" "I don't know. I
can't seem to finish." I was at a loss for words. A few seconds later, she
said, "You can come in if you want, the door's unlocked." "Are you sure it's
okay?" By which I meant, "Are you decent?" As much as I wanted to see, I didn't
trust myself to not do something if she was naked. "It's okay," she said. I
opened the door. She was there, seated on the toilet, sideways so she was
facing me, her knees mostly together and her skirt over her legs. I was both
disappointed and relieved. Draped off one of her feet was a pair of panties,
simple, white, and except for their location, completely innocent. "Um...
what's the problem?" I asked. She shrugged her shoulder. "I just can't get...
there. I'm just so worried about the test. I can't concentrate." "Well, it's
almost time for you to go back. Maybe you should just go now," I suggested.
"But if I do, then during the test I won't be able to concentrate either," she
complained, almost cried. "And I can't fail another test, my mother will kill
me." "I'm sure you'll do fine." She didn't seem convinced. "I'm not really sure
what to do," I admitted. I was getting pretty embarrassed. "Do you want me to
try to get you something?" "Please," she said. "Could you just... help me?" "I
don't think that's a good idea," I hedged, although at this point I so wanted
her to tell me that it was. "Please," she said again. It was the please that
did it, as usual. I was showing monumental levels of self-restraint as it was,
and one more please was all it took to make it fall apart. But she continued,
"I really need it. Please." "Okay," I said. "I'll try to help." I stepped
completely into the room and knelt down on the cold tile floor. Stephanie
spread her legs apart and pulled back her skirt, flipping it back over her
waist. There she was, open to me. Her pussy was a little puffy, but closed in,
just tight outer lips with space for a clit, the top being almost an Y-shape
instead of dividing evenly. She had a little pubic hair, though it wasn't out
of control, just a nice dark triangle. I got in close for a good look, and to
let her feel my breath. It was very wet already, probably from her attempts on
her own; I could see her juices smeared around her slit and her pubic hair. I'd
never claim to be the world's greatest lover, but without fear of egotism, I'm
good at oral sex. My desire to please women extended to the few girlfriends I
had, and I was more than willing to eat them out, sometimes for an hour at a
time. I never got any complaints, and plenty of compliments. I suspected my
last girlfriend stayed with me mostly for the feeling of my tongue wiggling
around inside of her. So, my hesitation wasn't due to a lack of confidence, it
was a worry over what I was getting myself into, the knowledge that I was
crossing a line that could easily end my life as I knew it... and, because
anticipation can be as important a part of arousal as the sex itself I began
laying soft kisses on her thigh, near where it met her pelvis, and then planted
a trail of them over to her pussy itself. It smelled and tasted like sweat,
with a hint of both sourness and sweetness. When I reached her slit, I ran my
tongue along the groove, teasing but never attacking her clit. I heard her
breath catch in her throat several times. There's an old joke about the trick
to eating pussy... spelling out the alphabet with your tongue. It's not quite
like that, but it's close, especially for the first time, a lot of different
types of movements and different areas, until you know what works best for that
particular girl. Stephanie seemed to like it most when I ran my tongue upward
towards her clit, for whenever I did she pushed herself into me and grunted a
little. I added my finger to the efforts after about a minute of just licking.
It slid gently into her hole with only a little resistance to make the labia
part, and then they closed tight around it again. I curled it up inside and
stroked the inside as I kept kissing her on the outside. She "Ohhhhed," softly
and her knees closed around my ears as though to keep me from drawing back, but
I could still move up and down, which I did. She continued to moan for the next
minute or so. I alternated kissed and licks up her slit, and this time when my
lips touched her clit softly, her hand pressed to the back of my head, keeping
me there. I sucked on it. "Oh god," Stephanie screamed, her whole lower body
squirming toward or around me, and then her scream became a wordless cry,
pleasure, not pain, although an outside observer might have trouble telling the
difference. It was the same sound I'd heard from the other room, only it seemed
much more loud and intense in person than I would have imagined it, like the
old Stephanie was dying and a new one was being born. And it was over; her body
went limp, like it was incapable of any more effort except for heavy breathing.
Those breaths sounded like she'd just run a marathon, deep breaths that became
shallower and shallower as her heart rate returned to normal. I pulled my
finger out of her and my lips off her and began to pull back. I had a hard on,
and I wanted to get away before I got too tempted to take care of it then and
there. I was already ashamed at what I'd done to a fourteen year old girl. She
didn't let me go. She scooted her butt backward so she could lean forward and
take my head in her hands. She pulled me up, face to face, but I only got to
look at her beautiful, relaxed, angelic visage before she kissed me, right on
the lips, not caring that they were fresh with the juice of her other lips. I
didn't kiss back, not exactly, but I didn't fight it either, just let it
happen, let her tongue slip in between my own lips. We held it for a few
seconds, before I broke off. "Thank you," she said. "Happy to help," I said
feeling a little foolish. I had convinced myself that it wasn't like we were
dating, or lovers, I'd just helped her with a biological problem. My whole
participation hadn't taken long, only a few minutes... she must have been very
close already, and just needed somebody to push her over the edge. Now that it
was over, it didn't seem right to stick around. "I'll let you get ready to go
back to school, I said, and backed out towards the door. She came out a minute
or two later. "Do you need a ride back?" I offered. She checked her cell-phone
to see the time. "No, you've done enough. I think I can make it. But I've got
to go." Just like that, she was gone, headed down the stairs. It was just as
well. There was another person in that apartment who needed to cum. ****
Chapter Five: I actually wasn't sure Steph would come to the next tutoring
session... I worried that she'd regretted what happened or would be too
embarrassed or scared about what might happen if she showed up next time as
usual. I was also scared she'd tell somebody else. But, she showed up as she
usually did, smiling at me like I was an old friend. I guess we were certainly
closer, but I wasn't sure how close. "Hey, how was the test?" "Good," she said.
"We haven't gotten it back yet, but I think I did well. A couple questions I'm
not sure on. Thanks." "No problem. So, what do you want to get started on
today?" Immediately after a test, it was unlikely she had new math material to
learn, although she may have wanted help with some of her other subjects. "I
don't know," she said. "But first, I kind of need to clear my head." She
lowered her voice into a husky, breathy, almost seductive whisper. "Oh, right,"
I said. "Go right ahead." She looked at me like I'd just called her fat. "Do
you think you can help me again?" I rubbed my face. "I really don't think
that's a good idea, Stephanie. I could get in a lot of trouble for what
happened already, and it's probably best..." "Please, Tim?" she broke in,
taking a step towards me. "I think it would go faster with your help. It would
save so much time, and we could use that for more studying." Once again, all
she needed to say was please. Minutes later I had my tongue working up and down
her pussy, usually with the help of a finger or two as well. It took longer for
her to cum than the first time, but I still managed it quicker than she did
when she touched herself. After we were done, she kissed me again, I felt all
awkward and left, and in a few minutes we went back to normal tutoring
behavior. It went on like that for about a week. She still stopped over about
the same amount, sometimes before school, sometimes at lunch, and always at the
regular tutoring sessions, but instead of masturbating, I ate her out to an
orgasm. Immediately after, she always kissed me on the lips... it was like a
ritual, a thank you kiss. I never tried to press for more, being very conscious
that she was a minor and that if I tried to get her to do something she didn't
want to, it could all end. I just enjoyed it for what it was. What it was
changed at one of our regular tutoring sessions, the day Stephanie got her test
back. She appeared in the doorway, smiling as usual, and with her hands behind
her back. As soon as I closed the door, she chirped happily, "Guess what?" She
didn't even give me a chance to guess, just pulled the paper out from behind
her back and handed it to me. It was an A. "Wow, that's great," I said. "I got
the highest in the class. I bet the teacher would have thought I was copying
off somebody if I didn't do better than everybody around me." Impulsively, she
stepped forward to hug me. "I'm proud of you." I returned the embrace, but a
little stiffly. "It's not like I did it on my own," she said. "If it wasn't for
your help, Tim..." "No, you did do it on your own. If I did anything, it was
just to help you relax enough for your own talent to come through." She let go
of me. "Speaking of which." She bit her lip, and pulled me towards the
bathroom. After she'd had her orgasm, and kissed me, I stood up, ready to go
back to the living room, where the studying took place. She grabbed my hand and
kept me from walking away. When I looked back, I saw she was staring at my
crotch. I had an erection, as I always did, and it was visible under my pants.
"Wait," she said. "I've been thinking. You've been helping me all this time,
it's only right that I help you, too, right?" "You don't have to do that," I
said, wanting her to disagree with me. Instead, she just unbuttoned my pants,
and then worked the zipper. I didn't interfere. My cock sprang free from my
boxers, hard, bobbing lazily towards her face. She stared at it for a while in
fascination. "Have you ever done this before?" I asked. She shook her head.
"I've never even seen one, not a real one, not when it's big like this." She
wrapped her little hand around the base. I thought perhaps, if she was being
honest about her lack of experience, she'd just play with it a while, but she
must have seen some videos, because she leaned forward and put it right in her
mouth. Her lips closed over it, and she began sliding it up and down. I groaned
with the pleasure, and she looked up at me with her beautiful eyes, pleased she
was pleasing me. I let her continue for about a minute, before I pushed back on
her shoulders. "Was I doing it wrong?" she asked, adorably scared and insecure.
"No," I said softly. "No, not at all, it's great, but... you know what happens
when you do that for a while, right?" She nodded. "Sperm comes out." "Right.
And it can get messy. I don't want you to get any stains on your uniform."
While that was absolutely true, mostly I wanted to see her naked. It was odd,
but all I'd seen of her private parts was her pussy, and what little of her ass
I saw from that angle. "Oh. Right." I backed off as she stood up, and she
pulled the vest over her head. I took it and hung it on the towel rack. She
unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then kicked it to the side.
I could see her pussy under her white shirt, at that point, and even though I'd
just spent ten minutes staring at it, I looked again. It's one of those things
you never got tired of seeing. She unfastened the tie and unbuttoned the shirt,
removing both. I hung it on a hook on the back of the door. She stood before
me, wearing only a faded yellow bra. It didn't look like she really needed a
bra. "Should I take it off?" she said, catching me staring. "You don't have
to," I said, "but it might be a good idea. Wouldn't want to get it dirty." She
reached behind her and undid the clasp, then quickly got out of it. She didn't
try to cover her breasts, but she looked uncomfortable bearing them, too.
"They're not very big," she said. "But they are beautiful." I wasn't lying,
either. They were B's at best, and small for that, but standing out proudly,
more proudly that Steph herself stood. Her nipples were tiny cones, a very
light brown in color. "You're just saying that to be nice." "No, it's true.
You're really pretty." She looked down. At first, I thought it might have been
in embarrassment, but she was staring at my dick again. She got down on her
knees, and once again I was in her mouth. I'd had some better blowjobs, but I
don't think I was ever anybody's first, which made it somehow hotter than all
of the rest. She kept it up for several minutes before I knew I was very
close... I was pretty close when we started. "Okay, I'm going to cum soon," I
warned her. Her mouth came off me, a little trail of spit still connecting us
for a second after that before it broke. She then held me in her hand. I was on
the edge. The slightest movement would have triggered the spasms I couldn't
stop. She didn't move at all, though. "What do I do?" "It depends on whether
you want to swallow, or not. If you do, put it back in your mouth. If not, I
guess we could squirt it in the toilet." "What do you want me to do?" "I'd like
your mouth better, but..." I didn't finish. She put her lips over the head of
my penis again, and that sensation was more than enough. The pressure built up
along my shaft and then I exploded, releasing what felt like an incredible
amount of cum into her. It was followed by another explosion, and another, and
another. I closed my eyes out of habit so I missed the sight of her swallowing.
When I was done, I pulled out of my mouth and let out the breath I usually held
while cumming. She looked up and asked, "Did I do good?" "Yeah, you did great,"
I said. She didn't seem to believe me. "But you were so quiet." That was true.
I didn't have to share a room like she did, but when I was a teenager my room
was right beside my parents', and I didn't want to risk them hearing me, so I
got into the habit of being as quiet as possible. I'd only groaned a couple
times during the whole event, and was dead silent while cumming. "It's just the
way I am. Believe me, that was great." Except, now that I'd gotten off, the
guilt returned. "But we probably shouldn't do that again." She frowned and
stood up from the floor. "I knew I wasn't good." "That's not it. It's just I
really shouldn't be doing this with you. Any of it. I could get into a lot of
trouble." "I won't tell." "It doesn't matter. I shouldn't be letting you do
it." "But you want it, don't you?" "Yeah, but sometimes there are more
important things than what I want. It's not right for me to do things like that
with you. You should be doing this stuff with somebody your own age, or not at
all. Not with me. It doesn't matter how much I wanted it. Licking you, at least
I could tell myself I was helping you, but if you're doing stuff to me, that's
totally different. So we have to stop this, okay?" She was quiet, and still
standing there, naked, adorable, but looking dejected. I knew I'd offended her.
Impulsively, I kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you, really. You've given me a
memory I'll treasure all my life. But it shouldn't happen again. I'm trying to
look out for you." After a pause, I said, "We should get back to tutoring. I'll
meet you out there after you get dressed." As I might have expected, that put a
damper on the tutoring session. We went through the motions of doing practice
homework questions, but our conversation was stilted. I let her go early and
spent the next few days worrying that she would get mad and tell her Mom. ****
Chapter Six: I didn't see her until the next scheduled tutoring session. She
didn't come visit me before class to rub away her horniness, or even just to
say hi as she had sometimes done. So I was a little relieved to hear her coming
up the stairs for our regular appointment. I honestly wasn't sure what was
going to happen. I was certainly willing to let her continue to masturbate in
my bathroom again, but I hadn't decided whether I'd continue to help her if she
wanted, or try to back out of that, too. I suppose by not deciding, I'd already
decided, since if she asked me, I didn't think I'd be able to refuse. I thought
at first she'd chosen to stop having me help, for instead of going towards the
washroom, she went to sit down in the living room, folding her skirt down under
her legs primly as she sat down. Straight to business, I thought. I was
disappointed, but I couldn't blame her. Then she spoke. "I've been thinking a
lot about what you said last time, Tim." At least it was a positive sign that
she didn't revert to using my last name again. "Oh?" I sat down as well, a safe
distance away for this conversation. "You said you were just trying to help
me." "That's all I wanted. I probably just went too far." "I don't really need
your help tutoring me in school anymore," she said. My heart fell. I didn't
realize how much I'd come to enjoy that until that moment, and not just for the
little sexual routine we had. Just to help her, to have her presence, to hear
her laugh, talk about her life like I was a friend. The prospect of losing all
that hurt. In the face of all that hurt, what I said was, "Oh." "I mean, it
helps, but mostly if I get distracted in class because I haven't cum, and I
have to catch up." "Uh-huh," I said, trying to console myself with the thought
that it was probably for the best, so that I wouldn't be tempted to take
advantage of an innocent girl more than I already had. "So, if you really want
to help me, there's something else I need tutoring in." I was about to ask, but
she gave the answer before I could. "Sex stuff." She blushed and looked away.
Oh god. "I told you, that's really not the best idea." "But you said you wanted
to help me. This will help me. I'm not allowed a boyfriend for another two
years. Most of my friends already have them. Lots of them have already had sex.
If I don't have somebody to teach me, I won't know what to do. I need somebody
to practice with... and I still need to have an orgasm every few days or I get
too horny to think." "Steph," I said, but trailed off. I couldn't find a
problem with her logic, but I was self-aware enough to know that's because part
of me didn't want to. "And if you won't help me anymore, then maybe I'll just
have to sneak around with a boy. And we'll have to do it at his place or at
school and we might get caught. Or he might tell somebody and ruin my
reputation. Or maybe he'll treat me badly, or not be any good. But I know you
won't do that, you're not a boy, you're a man, and you care about me and I
already KNOW you're good and that you won't tell anybody." It all came tumbling
out rapidly, as though rehearsed, but not quite enough. Then she looked at me,
right in the eyes, and said, "Please? Please, you'll help me, won't you?" What
else could I do? "Okay," I said. She brightened immediately. "Oh, thank you,
thank you. Can we start now?" "If you want." If I was going down the road to
Hell, I might as well get an early start. She asked if we could do it in the
bedroom, and I complied, taking her there. I took off my shirt, and taking that
as a cue, she started stripping down as well. "So, do you have any questions
you were wondering about?" I asked, trying to get into the role of a tutor. I
knew that taking it seriously was the only thing that would keep me from
beating myself up with guilt over what I was doing with an underage girl. "Not
right now." She was in her bra and panties. Mismatched, a blue bra and white
panties. I found it endearing. "We're really going to do it? Have actual sex?"
Eager beaver. If she was this excited about all her classes, she never would
have needed tutoring. "No, I don't think so," I said after a moment's thought.
"Why not? I thought..." "Not yet," I said. "First of all, because I don't have
any condoms right now..." "I'm on the pill," she said quickly. "You are?" She
nodded. "But your Mom won't even let you date until you're sixteen, why would
you be on the pill..." "She put me on it when I turned thirteen. She doesn't
want me winding up like my Mom." A look of sadness crossed her features for a
moment. "I mean, my real Mom." She hadn't talked much about her to me, only
that sometimes she wished she knew her better. I knew her name was Michele and
that she got pregnant very young, in her early-teens. So I guess it did make
sense that Grace would put Steph on the pill, despite her normally conservative
leanings. "Oh," I said. She brightened again. "So we don't need condoms. You
can even cum inside me. Unless you have some kind of disease..." "No, it's not
that," I said. "But I still think we should wait." "Why?" she said with a pout.
"It can hurt the first time. I know how tight you are, I can barely get two
fingers in you." And that was very tight. "I don't want to hurt you. We'll work
up to it, okay? Just not today." Maybe I was just a little scared. I'd never
been a girl's first. "Okay," she conceded. I was nervous stripping completely
nude. She'd seen my cock before, but there's something very vulnerable about
being completely nude in front of somebody. But as she took off her bra, I took
off the last of my clothes and got on the bed. She climbed up beside me. She'd
looked me all over, but her eyes kept returning to my dick, which in turn made
it harder and it jerked up and down as though it had a life of its own. "If you
want to touch it, you can," I offered. Stephanie reached out and wrapped her
hands around it. "What's it feel like? When it's hard?" "It feels good," I
said. How does one describe it to someone who doesn't have one? "It feels like
it's just become the most important part of my body. And it really likes being
touched." She moved her hand over it. "How do you do it, when you jerk off?" I
covered her hand with mine, and moved it gently up and down. After a while, I
let go and she continued the motion on her own. I let her continue rubbing me
for a minute or two, but I didn't want to cum just yet. "Do you mind if I touch
you for a while?" I asked. She looked back at me and smiled. "You don't have to
ask, you touch me all the time." "I just want to be sure. Lie back." She let go
of me, and fell to her back, beside me, looking up at me. "Now, if you ever
want me to stop, or not touch you somewhere, you can tell me, okay?" "You can
do anything to me you want," she said, staring me right in the eyes with
perfect trust. I almost decided to forget my earlier decision and try to fuck
her right then. "Okay. But remember, sex is a two-way street. In fact, the most
important thing a girl can do is be honest about what she likes and doesn't
like. Unless a guy is a total jerk, what he really wants will be to please
you." "That's not what I heard about guys," she said. "I heard they just care
about getting off." "Those are boys, usually. But even if they are selfish,
knowing they made you feel good is still an ego boost." I turned on my side
began stroking her softly with just one hand. Arms, hips, stomach, cupped each
little breast and gave it a squeeze. I was going for sensual, rather than the
outright sexual contact I'd had with her in the bathroom. I watched as her
nipples hardened, and then ran my fingertips over them. Impulsively I kissed
one, then the other, and my hand drifted down between her legs. She was already
wet, but then she usually got wet fast. The lips of her pussy parted easily,
and as I rubbed, I continued kissing wherever the mood struck me, she gave soft
little whimpers of joy that I took to be indications that I was doing a good
job, although it took a few minutes before she verbally told me anything she
wanted. "Can you... can you kiss me?" she asked. I had been kissing her all
this time, little ones planted on her neck, shoulders, ears while my fingers
made circles in her pussy, but I knew what she meant. I tilted my head up and
joined her mouth to mine. It wasn't our first kiss, since we had our little
ritual after I ate her out, but it was more hungry and passionate than any
before. My tongue entered her mouth and wrestled with hers. I tasted a faint
hint of strawberry, from her lip gloss. As I kissed her I thrust my middle
finger inside her. I thought it was still too tight for my dick in there. After
we kissed for a minute or two, she said, "Let me make you feel good too." She
already was, but my dick was demanding attention. So I said, "Get on top of
me." I laid down flat, on my back. She quickly spun on top of me, her pussy
pushing my dick against my stomach. "Errr, other way," I said. "I still want to
lick your little pussy." "Oh," she said, and smiled, then turned around, so her
butt was facing me. It's amazing how a skinny little ass has its own character,
different from others. Most of the girls I've been with had respectable
asses... mostly not fat, but well-rounded. Stephanie's was small, tight, and
somehow seemed happier looking than any other. But I was more interested in her
snatch. I grabbed hold of her little legs to help her into position, pussy
right over my face, and resumed my licking, from a new angle. While I did, I
could feel her hands stroking my erect rod, a little awkwardly... she didn't
have the best rhythm to be good at hand jobs yet, but it was exciting enough
just knowing she was there. Then, she took me into her mouth. She was better
this time than last. More confident, certainly, and her tongue moved a lot
more, although she didn't get much more than the head in. It felt pretty damn
good, but I didn't want to focus on those sensations, because I knew I'd last
longer if I was focused on making her cum. I teased her with my tongue, licking
towards, but not on, the clit, like she liked and worked first one, then two,
fingers in. She was tight around me. She didn't seem to have a hymen, but I
believed her when she said she hadn't done anything with anybody else. Lots of
girls lost their hymen in other ways. It was probably for the best, since I
didn't want to hurt her. I don't know how long we stayed like that, in a sixty-
nine, but it was a while, and then I noticed she was bucking her groin into me
and, with her mouth still around my stick, making little groans I could feel.
Finally, the walls of her pussy began almost spasming around my fingers. I knew
she was just about there. My cock slipped out of her mouth and she started her
usual scream of pleasure. I'd never known a girl who screamed that consistently
vocal when she came. I'd dated some yellers, but it was always occasional, or
deliberate. With Stephanie, it was like a reflex, when she came, she had to let
something deep and primal loose from within her. It was incredibly erotic to be
so reminded of her pleasure. In fact, even though her lips had left my cock,
her screams alone made me start to cum. My cock was sticking straight up
because she had one hand on it, and I squirted up at her. Some, but not all, of
it dripped back down. When we'd both recovered, she turned around and looked at
me. Cum was dripping down her chin and neck, and some was on her boobs.
"Sorry," I said sheepishly. "I couldn't hold out." She grinned, her braces
flashing at me. "It's okay. But I think I need a Kleenex." **** Chapter Seven:
Stephanie had a shower to clean herself up, and then we spent the rest of our
tutoring time just talking, sometimes about sex and some of the questions she
had that weren't answered in school, and sometimes just about our lives. We
also wound up doing a little real schoolwork. As she worked on a few math
problems I sat beside her and I fingered her a little again, but not to another
orgasm. When we were done, I kissed her goodbye, on the mouth, which perhaps
put the lie to the whole tutor justification, but it went unremarked upon. The
next day, she came to visit me during lunch, and I ate her out to another
orgasm and she gave me a blow job, the best ever, swallowing my cum down again.
The day after, Thursday, was our regular tutoring day, but she came to me in
the morning again so I could get her off. I was able to get three fingers in
her pussy, and so I told her that I had a surprise for her after school. She
got to my apartment so quickly after school that she must have practically
sprinted, and the first thing she asked was, "What's the surprise?" "I think,
if you want, you're ready to have sex. Real sex." That was something of an
exaggeration. The truth was, I didn't think I could hold off any longer.
Stephanie smiled coquettishly and said, "I was hoping it might be that. Race
you to the bedroom?" She won, but then I had to stop in the bathroom. The other
day, I'd bought a little bottle of lube, as well as some condoms, just in case
she changed her mind. I also scored some Viagra... not that I needed it, but I
was so excited I didn't want to psyche myself out and make it a poor experience
for her first time. I'd taken that little pill already, though, and Stephanie
would never know. When I reached the bedroom, she was already on the bed,
pulling off her panties. "Spread your legs," I told her. "We still need to make
sure you're nice and relaxed." "I like relaxing." "And I like relaxing you..."
She spread herself before me and lay back, and I knelt at the edge of the bed
and began my usual ritual, licking her to get her started, then inserting one
finger and stroking the inside. A few minutes later, I moved up to two, and
then on to three, running them in and out and trying to stretch her. "Do you
think you're ready?" I asked finally. "You wouldn't believe how ready I am,"
she said. "Do you want me to use a condom?" She shook her head. "Tim... I trust
you." I stood up and stroked my cock a little, a habit to make sure it was at
its hardest, but I didn't think at that point it was possible for it to be
harder. "Is there any position you want to do?" We'd talked before about some
of the most common, the benefits of them for the girl and the guy. "Can we do
it face to face the first time?" she said. "We can do the others later." I
admired that optimism. She was already pretty much in missionary position, so
all I had to do was position myself. I got the lube up and spread it on my dick
and some on her pussy, although she didn't seem to need much. I paused, rubbing
the head of my penis between her labia, fascinated, scarcely able to believe
what I was doing. Then I pushed forward. She made a little noise, but I was
only a bit thicker than she'd already become accustomed to. It was incredibly
tight, but I was able to push through and sink myself deeper into her. "You
okay?" I said, when I got as deep as I could comfortably go. She nodded, and I
began thrusting back and forth with my hips. As I did, I gradually sank towards
her, so that soon we were practically kissing. Then there was no practically
about it. She started kissing me, like it was an impulse she couldn't control,
again and again, as I entered her. I kissed back. It wasn't the mouth kisses
that stuck with me. I loved them, loved the slightly playful resistance of her
tongue writhing against mine, but after we broke, she often immediately kissed
me again and missed my lips, landing between my lip and my nose, with a little
"mmm" sound that reverberated throughout my body. Those are the kisses I
remembered over the next few days, as though they left an indelible impression
on my body, and it's those kisses that I may remember until the day I die.
After a minute or two of kissing, she turned her head to the side and moaned
softly in pleasure, and I moved on to kiss her neck. She wrapped her own arms
around my neck and held as I continued to pump in and out with greater speed,
now knowing she was into it... she was getting to that vocal stage. Her cunt
began squeezing my dick and she started yelling, "Oh, god, I love... I love
fucking... more, more..." And she screamed, right in my ear, almost deafening
me, but also causing me to lose control. I thrust forward one last time and
held myself there, so that when I came inside her, she was feeling all of me. I
must have cum more than ever before. We stayed coupled while I squirted blast
after blast inside her. She stopped her scream before I was done, then kissed
me again, on the lips, and we held it as the last of my cum leaked into her.
Afterwards, I rolled off of her, and we caught our breath. I immediately began
to feel guilty again. I'd taken her virginity, something that should have been
a special moment in her life, something done with somebody she loved. Mine
wasn't like that, I was just interested in losing it and the girl I was with
was kind of easy, and we were both drunk, and I'd always regretted I hadn't
waited for somebody I really cared about. Yet I'd just deprived Stephanie of
that exact experience, and made her first time be part of a business
arrangement. It felt like I had turned her into a whore, even though I was the
one being paid. She looked at me and smiled, which made me feel a little
better, but only a little. "Is it always like that?" she asked. "Usually it
gets even better with practice." She cuddled up to me and put her arm over my
chest as she snuggled against my shoulder. "It's hard to believe it could get
better. But I'm willing to get a lot of practice." I was still a little hard,
probably owing to the pill, but I wasn't quite ready to go again right away.
Still, we fucked once more that day, in the shower. She wrapped her arms around
my neck and she rode me standing up while I held her, but it was already
getting late and she had to get home. We parted with a long hug and then I
walked her to the bus stop. I felt guilty afterwards, but also felt giddy, like
I was a teenager again myself. I tried to keep detached, emotionally, but it
felt like I couldn't wait to see her again... not just to have sex, but even
just to be around her. I kept having fantasies... silly, outrageous ones, like
me somehow taking her to one of her school dances, or having her pregnant with
my child. I didn't know at that point that the truth would one day get a lot
weirder than my fantasies. Friday, we did it again... she stopped by my place
during her lunch break. We managed to arrange a meeting on Saturday afternoon,
when she was supposed to be at the mall, but instead, we were fucking (and then
I dropped her back off at the mall so Grace could pick her up). Monday, she
came over both before school and after. Before, I just ate her out and she gave
me a quick blowjob, and after I had sex with her doggy-style, with her still
wearing her school uniform. She couldn't stay long that day because she was
expected at home, so it was just a quick fuck, but she told me she couldn't
wait until our regular tutoring session, where we could have more time. It was
comforting, having that regular time together where she didn't have to sneak
around or rush. Her mother knew where she was, if not why, and we could take
our time with each other. As much as I liked the before or after school
quickies, or the noon visits, I loved the couple hours of our regular tutoring
sessions most, and I think she did too. Neither of us knew that it would be the
last before everything changed. **** Chapter Eight: She showed up as her usual
time that Tuesday, and after a few minutes talking about our respective days,
we went into the bedroom where we both stripped down naked. I still liked
eating her out a little to get her ready, so I got started. After a few minutes
of warming her up, she grabbed my hair and gently pulled me up to look her in
the eyes. "I want you inside me," she told me. I climbed up beside her, lying
down, both of us on our sides. "What position do you want to try?" I asked. "I
don't know," she said, but slid up close to me, and I put my arms around her
instinctively. "What do you want?" I'd had my ideas, but since we were pretty
well spooning already, I thought I'd give it a try. I curled around her and
adjusted myself so that I could enter easily. She was already wet and lubed
up... after that first time, we rarely needed to use the lube anymore,
especially if I'd spent time licking her pussy or fingering her first. We
rocked back and forth, me hugging her tight and kissing her neck, inhaling the
floral fragrance of her hair. I couldn't get up as much force as I did in other
positions, but there was a nice feeling of closeness. We seemed to be at it for
a while, and as she started to moan, I started getting ahead of myself. I
thought of how nice it would be to make her scream again. I shot off inside of
her too soon. It was embarrassing... I know it's actually pretty usual for the
guy to get off before the girl, but until this point I'd managed to make sure
she was satisfied before I was, or at practically the same time. I either
hadn't gotten her close enough orally, or the position wasn't as pleasurable
for her. Either way, I felt like I'd let her down. She realized quickly that I
wasn't thrusting with the force I had been. "Did you cum?" she asked, turning
her head towards me. "Yeah," I said, sheepishly. "I'm sorry." "You don't have
to be sorry. I like it." "But I didn't make you cum." "It's still really good
even if I don't," she said. I wasn't satisfied. "I'll use my fingers," I said.
She rolled over and faced me, letting my cock slip out of her, and then closed
the distance again. Our heads touched, and she smiled. "Always thinking of me,"
she said. "That's one of the reasons I love you, Tim." Suddenly, her smile
faded, and her face froze. "Shit," she said. "I'm sorry. Forget I said it."
"You love me?" I repeated, dumbly. Somehow it never occurred to me as a
possibility. "Forget I said it," she said again. "Please. I shouldn't have said
it. I'm sorry." "Why are you sorry?" "Because I know you're just tutoring me,
you're not in love with me. We're just tutor and student... with benefits. My
friend Rachel has a lot of friend with benefits... she said guys don't like it
when you say the L-word, when it's just supposed to be sex, you know. So just
forget it, okay? It was a stupid mistake." "Was it true?" She bit her lip and
her eyes flicked back and forth while she considered what would be the best
answer to give. "Yes," she said finally. "I know you don't, and that's okay,
just, please, don't end it? There's still plenty you can teach me, even if
you're don't love me." "I think I love you too," I said after I spent a few
moments deciding whether or not to say it, or say anything. I expected
happiness. What I got was disbelief. "You don't have to say that," she said. "I
know it's not true." "It is." "Then why didn't you say anything?" "Because it's
wrong," I said. "I'm not supposed to. I could go to jail if anybody found out
what we were doing." "I'd never tell," she promised. "Besides, I came on to
you." "It doesn't matter. Guys my age aren't supposed to be in love with girls
your age." "Stupid law," she said with a pout. "No, it's a good law mostly.
Lots of people would take advantage of girls if it didn't exist." I had taken
advantage of her, in many ways. "But it sucks for us." "Yeah. It means we can't
be together." "We ARE together," she pointed out. "Not really. Just in this
little apartment a few times a week." "That's enough for me," she said, "if I
know you really love me. Maybe in a few years..." In a few years, I suspected
she would either have come to hate me, or have moved on to find a boy her own
age. It wasn't what I wanted to happen, but I expected it. "Maybe. If we can
keep it a secret until you're 18, and out of school, we can try to get together
publicly then." She practically beamed, and I couldn't help but grin too. "Of
course, your mother will probably kill me." "When I'm 18, I'm out of the
house," she said. "I don't care what she thinks." **** Chapter Nine: We kissed,
and I reminded her we had some unfinished business, but she just shook her
head. "I'd rather wait until you're ready again. Then I can cum with you inside
me." So, instead, we just cuddled together, and talked, about all sorts of
things, but mostly our feelings... how they started, and where they might be
going. I learned she thought I was cute for a few years, from one of the times
when her family came over to dinner at my parents' place. Even though we'd
never talked much directly, it was one of the reasons she kept coming along
with Grace instead of staying home. However, despite that attraction, she only
fell in love with me here, while I was doing my best to help her with her
problems and we began to talk. I told her how I'd also found her attractive
from the beginning, recently I'd been lying awake the last few nights thinking
about her, those impossible fantasies of marrying her. She heard my stomach
growl and we took a break, dressed, and went into the kitchen, where she
insisted on making me a sandwich, since we couldn't do most of the things
boyfriends and girlfriends did. It was a good sandwich, she did all the little
things that I never bothered with while making a sandwich, like adding a tomato
and mayonnaise, and cutting it in half for easier eating. It was nice... not
just the sandwich itself, but having someone who cared enough to put in the
extra effort, and her saying she liked taking care of me. We returned to the
living room where we talked more until we started making out on the couch.
Before long, I was getting hard again. She felt it growing beneath her and
grinned, then slid off of me and unzipped my pants. "Looks like you're ready
again," she said as she pulled my cock free. She gave it a kiss, then a long
suck, then stood up and started to undress again. She'd left her panties off
under her skirt and her bra off under her top, so she quickly took her top off
and shimmied out of her kilt, then pounced back on me. Steph was straddling my
legs, and in a series of small movements began to shuffle forward. I just
watched, a silly grin on my face. I reached towards her and cupped her ass in
my hands, drawing her even closer towards me. She took the last move, gently
grabbing my dick and lifting herself on top of it. She slid down on me, the
weight settling down on me with me inside her. She rocked slowly back and forth
at first, but then quickly gained in speed, bouncing up and down, and we were
both getting into it, when we were interrupted. A shrill sound, part of a
popular song, came out of her phone. "Damn, that's my Mom," she said. "I guess
we should stop." She grinned wickedly, and then reached down to her bag, which
was lying beside the couch, and pulled her phone from a side pocket. She
stopped her movements then, and I tried my best to be absolutely still. "Hi,"
she said. I could hear Grace's voice on the other end of the phone, but
couldn't make out what she was saying. Steph frowned, and glanced at the clock.
"Oh, sorry. I must have lost track of time." Then she met my eye and smiled
slyly again. "I've been working on something really hard." My dick jerked
involuntarily at that, and, as though in response, Steph's hole gave it a
tighter squeeze. I half-grinned, half-winced, terrified at how we might get
caught at any moment but also turned on by the fact it was going on right when
Grace could hear. "No, you don't have to," she said. "I'm sure I'll be coming
real soon." With excruciating slowness, she raised herself up, letting about
half of my shaft out of her pussy, but then slid back down again, testing how
fast she could move without making noise. "Yes, Tim's a really good tutor," she
said. "I'm learning so much." By now I just wanted her to get off the phone, or
off me, I was near a state of panic, worried that Grace would see through the
wall of innuendo, but Stephanie kept up the slow rhythm of slow-motion sex. She
stopped suddenly, resting with me all the way inside her, and frowned. "You do?
Okay, just a second." She flipped the phone over and pointed it at me. "She
wants to talk to you." I put the phone to my ear with trepidation, preparing
myself for her telling me she was on to me. "Hello?" "Hello, Tim," she said
sweetly. "How are you?" "I'm fine. How about yourself?" "Good, good. You know,
it's past the time for her tutoring sessions." "I know," I said. "That's my
fault; I need to fix my clock." For a split second I was paranoid that I'd
accidentally said "fix my cock". "We're almost finished." "I'm so glad you're
willing to help her out," Grace said. "I know it's inconvenient." "It's not so
bad," I said. "She's doing most of the work." And she was. Steph had resumed
movement, slowly increasing her speed as she bounced up and down, faster and
faster. I wanted to tell her to stop, or to keep it slow, but I couldn't think
of course to phrase it that wouldn't tip things off. "Just don't keep her too
late. I don't like her walking the street or taking the bus when it gets dark."
I spared a glance towards my window. It wasn't dark, but it was starting in
that direction. "In fact," she said, "would you be willing to give her a ride?"
I grunted a bit as Steph landed her full weight on me once more, but disguised
it with a cough. "Yeah. I can give her a ride," I said. Stephanie smiled and
mouthed the words, "you already are", while Grace said, "Oh, thank you, you're
so helpful. And that way I can give you the money I owe you." It had been a
little over a week since she'd last given me money for the tutoring sessions. I
almost said that paying me wasn't necessary, but I thought that might be a
little too suspicious, so I just agreed. Grace went on to apologize for not
having it earlier, telling a long story about how there was some sort of screw-
up with the payroll at her work. I only pretended to listen, because I
realized, with growing panic, that Stephanie was moving faster, even though it
was starting to make a squeaking noise as she pushed into the couch. She was
getting close to cumming, too close to worry about discovery. I could feel her
pussy starting to squeeze me in short, pleasurable bursts. Her face was
strained, and she was practically biting her lip. The climax would be soon. And
when she climaxed, she was loud. Just then, Grace's voice stopped. I had no
idea what she had just said, but I had a feeling she'd just finished her story.
Thinking quickly, I took a quick glance at the phone, positioned my thumb,
said, "Yeah, well, I guess that happens..." and in the middle of the last word,
pressed the END button. "Come on baby, let it go," I said, and thrust my hips
up and down quickly to meet her and try to get her to finish cumming before her
Mom could call back. She must have really been holding back, because as soon as
I did, she moaned, "Oh," quickly and repeatedly, and then yelled. I started
cumming too, but I was much quieter. She sank onto my chest. The phone rang
again. "We've really got to get you a gag or something," I said, then pressed
the button to answer the phone. Steph smiled and laid her head on my chest.
"Hi, Grace, sorry. I was trying to fix something on my chair, and I guess I
accidentally hung up on you," I lied. "I was just trying to figure out how to
call you back. We're just about done, so I'll have her home soon." I said my
goodbyes, then hung up again and breathed a sigh of relief. That was too close.
About a half hour later, we were both dressed and cleaned up, and I showed up
at Grace's house. Stephanie said goodbye, politely, and then went off to her
room, while Grace paid me. "I wanted to thank you about being so nice about
helping us out like this," she said. "You've already thanked me." "Yes, but
something more. On Thursday, I get off early, so you should come over here for
dinner. Stephanie's been doing so well lately, she can afford to miss one
session." I'd rather have had the tutoring session, but somehow I found myself
agreeing anyway. **** Chapter Ten: Stephanie and I had our usual trysts, on
Wednesday at lunch, and Thursday before school, but Steph was expected to be
home early to help with dinner, so I didn't see her again until I showed up at
her door. She was no longer in her school clothes, just a nice yellow blouse
and skirt over tights. The first thing I noticed was that there was an aroma in
the air, something delicious. Stephanie led me inside, and I said hello to
Grace, who was cooking some king of stir fry. It was a small home, just one
story, but relatively homey except for all the religious themed paintings and
bible verses framed on the walls. I don't have anything against religion, but I
always felt it was a little creepy when people went all out like that. But it
was clean and warm and the furniture looked nice. In the family room, Bonnie
and her brother (who was technically her uncle) were seated on the couch. Jeff
was playing a handheld video game and Bonnie was either trying to watch or
trying to take it from him. I said hello, and got a distracted "Hi" from Bonnie
and a grunt from Jeff. "Do you want to see my room?" Stephanie asked as I tried
to get a look at what game Jeff was playing. "Sure," I said, trying to inject a
note of bemused disinterest, as though I was just going along with her out of
politeness. She took me down the hall and opened the door. It was a small room,
smaller because there were two beds, since she shared the room with her sister.
Pink was the predominant color, and there was a big mirror over a shared
dresser with pictures of her friends on one side, and Bonnie's on the other.
The walls were adorned with posters of Disney stars and music acts. It was a
kid's room, like I should have expected. I felt yet another pang of guilty for
what I'd been doing with her. There were still even stuffed animals on her bed.
Not many, compared to her sister's, but there was a stuffed monkey and a
stuffed cat resting beside her pillow. I told her it looked nice. She closed
the door and kissed me. "We shouldn't do anything here," I whispered. "If we
get caught..." "I know," she breathed. "I just needed that." I got a quick tour
of the rest of the house, then returned to the family room and made small talk
while waiting for dinner. I didn't really want to be there, I just wanted to
get it over with as quickly as possible, but I also didn't want to offend Grace
in any way. At dinner, Stephanie sat across from me, and I felt her foot graze
mine a few times. I didn't want to encourage her... the telephone conversation
with her mother was risky enough. So, each time she did, I pulled my legs back
a little further. Soon she was at the point where she'd have to dip down in her
seat noticeably to reach me, and I was trying really hard to telepathically
suggest that she not try it. Grace put some more food on my plate without
asking. "So, we're all really pleased with what you've done for Stephanie. Did
she show you the last math test?" "Yes," I said. "I'm very proud, but I can't
really take the credit." "Don't sell yourself short," Grace said. "You've done
miracles. I thank God that I found somebody like you, at just the right time.
Young people today, they go down the wrong path for just a little bit, and
sometimes they get lost forever." "I'm just happy to help," I said, and took
another mouthful of food. It was good food... but I still had to pretend it was
good enough that talking wouldn't be appropriate. "I'm glad you said that,"
Grace said. "Because there's another favor I need to ask you." I looked up at
her warily, swallowed, took a sip of juice to clear my throat. "What?" "I think
Bonnie needs help with her studies, too. I want you to do the same thing for
her that you've done for Stephanie." Bonnie looked sullen, Steph looked aghast.
I nearly choked on a bit of food. Finally, I gathered myself, and said, "I
think you're giving me too much credit. I don't know if I'd necessarily be able
to help Bonnie." Whatever her problem was, I doubted it was the same as
Stephanie's. "Nonsense," she said. "Bonnie's 3 years younger, it must be even
easier to teach her than to teach Stephanie." "But it would take up a lot of
time..." "Then we can cut Stephanie's tutoring sessions," Grace said. "She's
doing well again." Stephanie did not like that, and looked up to me pleadingly.
It was the only guaranteed time we had together. So I lied. "I don't know if
that's a good idea, she's doing well now, but if I stop helping her she might
slip back." "It's true, sometimes he explains things much better than my
teacher does," Steph said. Bonnie, for her part, was silent and glum, much like
Stephanie was weeks ago when her mother asked if I could tutor her. "All the
more reason for him to be helping your sister, too. Don't you want her to do
well?" Grace looked back to me. "You can find a way to divide the time so both
benefit, can't you? Please?" "I guess if you really think it's a good idea," I
found myself saying, while mentally kicking myself for not being able to think
of a good enough objection. "I don't," Bonnie snapped. "I do. Good then, it's
settled." She smiled and then, after a look at my nearly empty plate, told me,
as though she hadn't already filled it a few times, that if I was still hungry,
I could always have seconds. After dinner I hung around for what I judged to be
a polite time, and then left. On the drive home, I lamented the change in our
circumstances, although a perverse part of me had a laugh I couldn't indulge in
before. She hoped I'd do the same thing for Bonnie that I'd done for Stephanie.
I certainly had no intention of doing anything but tutoring, it was just pretty
funny. I didn't actually suspect anything like that might happen. End of Book
One ***************** Book Two: **** Chapter One: "It's not fair," Stephanie
whined. "I already have to share a room with her. I have to share everything
with her. Now I have to share you, too." She lay on my chest, a thin layer of
sweat the only thing between me and my love, a beautiful fourteen year old
girl, here for a quick fuck on her lunch break from school. That was done, now,
though I was still inside her, mostly softened. "I know, baby," I said,
stroking her back. "I don't like it either. But you're not really sharing me.
It's just tutoring." That was how our affair started. At her mother's request,
I tutored Steph Tuesdays and Thursdays. When I learned her problems at school
were due to distraction and a lack of sexual satisfaction, we were slowly drawn
together in a road that led to love, even though I was more than ten years
older than her. It was wrong, I accept that, but it wasn't just sex, I
genuinely felt I loved her. "I know, but it's the best part of my whole week,"
she said with a pout. "And now my little sister's going to mess it all up. She
messes everything good up." The previous day, her mother (actually, her
grandmother, but she'd raised her from birth) had invited me to dinner and
sprung the bombshell... since I'd done such a good job helping Stephanie raise
her grades, she wanted me to help with her eleven-year old sister, Bonnie. I
couldn't find a good reason to tell her no. It was always one of my failings.
I'm a doormat, and have almost an inability to say no to people when they ask
for my help... but on the other hand, if it wasn't for that, Stephanie and I
would never have gotten together. Either I would have said no to her mother, or
I would have said no when she asked me to help her masturbate so she could have
a clear mind before a test, or I would have said no when she asked me to tutor
her sexually. I probably should have said no in all cases, but being a doormat
had made me very happy these last few weeks. I ran my hands over her straight
black hair. "It's the best part of my week too... but we'll find a way to
manage." I never planned on doing anything but tutoring Bonnie. Of course, it
was the same with Stephanie, at first. "If Bonnie's here while you're tutoring
me, you can't really fuck me," she pointed out. "Yeah, I've been thinking about
how we're going to handle this. Bonnie probably doesn't need as much time. So
maybe instead of having you both together, I have her first, and you can spend
time with your friends after school... then I'll send her home and we can be
together. And we'll still have lunch hours." On a regular basis, Stephanie
would duck out of school on her lunch hour and show up at my place. Even when
she just came to talk, I still looked forward to it. I worked from home and
didn't have many friends, so she was one of my few sources of social
interaction. I wondered if that was the reason I fell in love with her, but it
had to be more than that. She was sweet, smart, and a little shy, but no longer
the last around me. If she was older, she would have been my perfect woman. As
it was, she was pretty damn close, and the taboo aspect certainly added a
little spice. "I guess that could work. It's just... lunch hours aren't long
enough," she said. "Between coming here, having to go back, and getting ready
for school again..." It wasn't much time when you put it like that. "Yeah. In
fact, speaking of which..." She looked at the clock, then groaned, and rolled
off me. "Thanks for reminding me; I'd better get ready and go. Unless you want
me to skip Geography." "Now, as your tutor, I can't advise you to skip a
class," I said lightly. "No matter how tempting it might be for me." "Yeah, I
know. And my Mom would kill me. I bet she told them to call her if I even get a
late slip." She slipped out from under the covers and stood up, giving me a
view of her tight little ass. Steph was small and thin, and her ass was no
exception, but something about it always seemed happy and joyful, especially
when she bent down, as she then did, in order to fetch her clothes. I watched
for a while with a smile. One she got them all, she smiled, leaned over to kiss
me on the lips, and then retreated to the bathroom. I took the time to get
dressed. When she came out, she was once again in her schoolgirl uniform, a
blue kilt, matching vest and jacket over a white shirt, with a tie. In it, she
looked both the picture of innocent sweetness and like the subject of the
secret fantasy of many men, all at once. It was amazing they still let schools
dress girls that way. We kissed again at the door. "I hope I'll be able to make
it here sometime this weekend. If not I'll leave for school early and come by
Monday morning, okay?" She wasn't allowed to date until she was sixteen, almost
two years away, and so it was hard for her to get away from her controlling
mother and see me without coming up with a good excuse. I nodded and swatted
her playfully on her butt. "Get off to school." When she was gone, I got back
to my work. I liked my job... it paid well, I could set my own hours, and I
only had to deal with my boss through e-mail. I once was a little more lax
about it... I'd often procrastinate and finish my tasks at the last minute,
just like in school, but my relationship with Stephanie was making me more
disciplined. The more I got done during working hours, the more I'd be
available if Stephanie managed to drop by. I saw Stephanie, and Bonnie, on
Sunday, as it turned out. I accepted an invitation from my parents, and,
unbeknownst to me, Grace had also been invited along. As much as I liked seeing
Steph, it was incredibly hard to be comfortable with her in any public setting.
One accidental slip of the tongue and I'd be in for a world of hell, and
teenagers aren't always the best at keeping secrets. I tried to be polite but
distant, and hoped Stephanie would understand. I kept my conversations with her
restricted to how her homework was going. I also managed to explain to Grace
about how I saw the best arrangement for tutoring... Bonnie first, then
Stephanie after. Grace deferred to my judgment as a tutor. Thankfully, not much
was expected of me. My parents had been friends with Grace for a while, so they
dominated the conversation, and they especially talked about the topic of that
Sunday's sermon. They were so busy self-righteously agreeing with each other
while disagreeing over very minor interpretations of scripture, that I don't
think my parents noticed anything unusual about my behavior. I was always a
little awkward around company. That didn't mean, though, that nothing unusual
was going on. When we were sitting down at the table, Stephanie managed to
subtly arrange to be sitting beside me. At Grace's house for dinner that prior
Thursday, she'd been trying to play footsie with me, across the table. Sitting
side-by-side, my fears were confirmed. She was going to try again. I felt the
soft pressure of her foot on mine, grazing up against my leg, playing under the
hem of my pants. In a perfect world I might have enjoyed such flirtatious play,
but with my and her parents right there, I just wanted her to cut it out, but I
couldn't tell her that. Instead, I kept perfectly still, waited for a moment
when the others were particularly engrossed in discussing how many other
options there were to abortion, and gave her a pleading glare. She took the
hint and let up, but then the next time there was a lull in the conversation,
Steph spoke up. "Mom, can I go out for a few hours after dinner?" she said. "I
wanted to go do some school work with a friend." She tapped her foot on my toes
twice, an improvised signal. Grace looked at her dubiously. "It's not that
Rachel is it? I told you I don't want you hanging around with her, she's a bad
influence." "No, Mom. It's a different friend. It's Tina. You know her. We have
a skit to perform on Monday in History, and we need to practice." Grace shook
her head. "Fine, but remember, I want you home before seven, it's a school
night." She beamed. "I will." If she was making an excuse to see me, I wanted
to get out of there as soon as possible... and if not, I wanted the same, just
so that there'd be less chance of her getting caught trying something. So I
made up an excuse about having work to catch up on, got a plate of leftovers to
take home (Mom makes great roast beef and seems to be under the impression
that, on my own without a woman, I eat nothing but pizza, ramen and baloney
sandwiches), and went home. Stephanie arrived about an hour after I got back,
still wearing the same blouse she had at my parents house, and we made out on
my couch. But I had something else on my mind, too. "You really got to cut out
the flirty stuff when other people are around," I said between kisses. "I could
get into a lot of trouble." She seemed disappointed. "I know. I just wish we
didn't have to hide. It would be easier if somebody understood." "I don't think
anybody will," I said. "Just a few years. It won't matter then." I didn't think
we would last that long before disaster struck, but if she made it to 18, I
thought a ten year age gap would no longer be an insurmountable obstacle. We
might still have to hide it from our parents, but we could go out openly among
friends. "Until then, it would be a really, really bad thing if anybody even
got a hint something was going on between us." "Okay," she said. "I'll stop
playing around in front of Mom. But you've got to do something for me." I
tilted my head towards her questioningly. "Well, you see, I was at dinner at
one of my Mom's friends' place earlier, and there was a really, really hot guy
there. And I couldn't stop thinking about what I wanted to do to him. I got a
little worked up. You think you could help me with that? Please?" Sometimes
helping somebody else is its own reward. **** Chapter Two: Tuesday was my first
session with Bonnie. I was working on documenting an update for one of my
company's products, and when I heard somebody coming up my stairs, for a moment
I thought it was Stephanie. By the time I got to the door I remembered what the
day was, and when I opened it, I was surprised to see both of them. Bonnie and
Stephanie looked a lot alike, in fact, except for the hair, Bonnie looked much
like a miniature version of Stephanie. They were both slight girls with a
little color to their skin that made them look Hispanic, although they were at
least one-quarter Asian. Their eyes, although not distinctively Asian looking
like their grandmother, Grace, were almond shape and gave both of them an
exotic quality. Where Stephanie had long, straight hair, often tied up in a
ponytail, Bonnie's hair was shorter, neck length, and had a little curl and
bounce to it, which framed her face. She even wore a very similar school
uniform, although because Bonnie lacked breasts, on her it looked simply cute
rather than erotic. Because of their similarities, I assumed that they shared a
father, although I had never asked, because I got that it was a sore subject.
Their biological mother, Michelle, was, according to Grace, a heathen on the
road to hell, and a drug-addicted slut who wasted her life by getting pregnant
at 12 and again at 15, and ran away at 16. I'd never met her. "Here," Stephanie
said. "Now you know where it is." This was directed at her sister, who, I
gathered, had used unfamiliarity with my address in an attempt to get out of
the appointment. Steph smiled at me, and asked, "So I guess I'll see you in an
hour?" I nodded, wanting to kiss her, but with her sister there it was
impossible. Bonnie came in, and Stephanie headed back down the stairs with a
sigh. I tried to smile encouragingly at Bonnie, who looked a little intimidated
to be in a relatively strange man's apartment, then waved her over to where a
desk was set up. "I guess we should get started." Although Bonnie and Stephanie
looked very similar, I quickly came to note the differences were more in their
personalities. Stephanie had two modes. She was very shy, most of the time,
which made her sexual appetites and her habit of screaming uncontrollably when
she had an orgasm all the more adorable. But once you got past the shyness, she
was sweet, loving, playful, but still a rather quiet and thoughtful girl.
Bonnie on other hand was a bundle of energy. She didn't ever seem shy, but was
mercurial, friendly and talkative one minute, sullen and angry the next. I saw
a little of both sides when I was tutoring that first day, and over our next
few sessions I came to realize how hard it would be to predict her moods . She
didn't ever want to be there, and would have rather spent the time with her
friends. She made that clear, and it probably made her initial attitude towards
me more combative than it otherwise would have. Still, I could catch her
interest from time to time and she'd talk to me like we were best friends. It
was during those times that I tried to go over her homework with her and help
her with the concepts she didn't understand. But at other times, she seemed
bratty and, even though she had to be there because she was told to be, refused
to do work or pretended not to hear me or yelled at me for trying to explain
something the same way twice. Sometimes, it was an odd combination of both
willingness and being stubborn and difficult... she was willing to do the work,
but was very insistent on what we had to do and for how long, trying in vain on
something she just wasn't getting when we could have been more productive by
moving on to another subject. Sometimes she would only do her homework if I
wasn't in the room watching her, sometimes she demanded I stay with her and
point out when she made a mistake. It was pretty frustrating, as a tutor, to
have no reliable tricks that worked for her. I had a feeling that in her
tutoring sessions, whether we accomplished anything or wasted both of our time
was more a matter of luck than skill. I did my best with Bonnie for about three
weeks. I'd either help her, or not, and then I would let her leave and wait for
her sister to show up. Although I still sometimes helped Stephanie out if she
had trouble with something at school, mostly we made love and talked about her
day, or things that interested us. It wasn't usually in that order, but
Stephanie had a high sex drive and sometimes she would arrive early and drag me
to the bedroom practically the moment her sister was out of the door. One such
time, she sat on the couch beside me and patiently waited her turn. When I
dismissed Bonnie, and the little girl left, Steph started climbing all over me
on the couch. "Finally," she breathed, and then nipped my ear lightly. "If I
had to wait another minute I thought I was going to burst." Within a few
minutes, we were both naked, making out on the couch, and she got on top of me.
It was one of her favorite positions, that and plain old missionary. She liked
any position where she could kiss me, during the act. She was eager, wet
already and I didn't even spend time eating her out this time... I worried
about her being horny all through school, for her biggest problem had always
been that when she was aroused, she couldn't concentrate on lessons. It was
what had brought us together. She pushed herself up and down, repeatedly
impaling herself on my shaft... she seemed content to do all the work, but I
didn't want to just lay there. As I cupped one of her pear-sized breasts in one
hand, I rested the other near her hip so that I could play with her clit with
my thumb. Before too long, she started with her moans. Steph's orgasms were
predictable. She might be quiet at first, but when she got really into it,
she'd start moaning, louder as she got closer to cumming. Finally, she would
start shouting, asking me to fuck her or telling me she loved me, and her pussy
would squeeze onto my cock, almost like she was milking it. Finally she would
lose all control... she could hold back on the moans, but once she started
thrashing her mouth would open and she would yell, an inarticulate scream of
pleasure, although some might think it was pain, if they overheard. I was lucky
on that front. My landlord, a real estate holding company, wasn't able to rent
out the neighboring units, nor the long-vacant store beneath our feet. Nobody
was liable to hear us, and even if somebody did, they had no reason to connect
the sound to me and the piece of jailbait who visited me on a regular basis. I
dreaded the day when I'd have to worry about the neighbors. When I heard
Stephanie's climax starting, I thrust my hips upwards into her repeatedly to
maximize her pleasure. She came, and collapsed onto me, wiped out for a moment.
I hadn't come yet. I felt pretty good about that, because I was always the type
of person who liked to please my partner first. I didn't have to wait long to
get my own satisfaction though, for after a break of about ten seconds, she
started riding me again, more gently and deliberately, but I didn't mind. She
kissed me, first on the lips, and then just above, and I spent myself inside of
her. Afterwards we cleaned up and she helped me make dinner, which she liked to
do even though she couldn't share, because she would be expected to eat at
home. Finally, we went over some of her lessons... my earlier worries were
well-founded. She hadn't been able to pay attention, and wanted my help to go
over things so she was sure she understood. I was happy to help. **** Chapter
Three: Our very next tutoring session, Bonnie was acting unusually smug about
something, and kept asking me about what time we were ending that day. I
figured that she had other plans, and I would have been more than willing to
let her go immediately, but I didn't want Grace to think I was skimping out on
my tutoring duties, so I went over a few questions she had in Math, and
English, and then decided to just let her do her homework. I sat beside her
looking over her progress and cleared my throat when she made a math mistake,
and she got into one of her moods. "No," she said. "You're making me nervous.
I'm not going to do it if you're going to stand over me watching." "Fine," I
said. "I'll let you work and I'll watch some TV." That wasn't acceptable to
her. "Out of the room," she said. "You'll jinx me. You can check it afterwards
and tell me how I did." I sighed, but complied. As I started towards the hall,
I said, "Okay, let me know when you're done." I went into the bedroom, cleaned
up the area a little so it would look tidy when Steph arrived, and then I
rubbed my chin and realized I needed a shave. So I headed into the bathroom,
closed the door, as I had a habit of doing when I went in for any reason, and
covered my face in foam. I was working on my sideburns when I heard a door
slam. I called out, first Bonnie's name, then Steph, but received no answer, so
I quickly finished up shaving and rinsed my face, and went to investigate. It
was all quiet. I went into the living room, and saw just Bonnie's homework
answers, but Bonnie and her book bag were gone. On top of the homework was a
note "Can I leave early today? Already did. You can check my homework and give
it to my sister." I sighed to myself, but although I was annoyed at her lack of
discipline, I had to admit I was happy with the result. It meant less work for
me. I looked over her answers, making notes here and there. On the whole they
were sloppy, and it seemed like she rushed through them, so there were a lot of
red marks. I was just about done when I heard a soft knock on my door. It was
Stephanie. I let her in with a smile. She looked around cautiously. "I know I'm
early again but my friend had to go home and I didn't have anywhere else to
hang out while I waited." "She's already gone," I said. Steph pulled her cell
phone from her pocket and checked the time. "But it's still early!" "I know, I
guess she just really wasn't in the mood today." I shrugged. She rolled her
eyes in exasperation. "Figures. She's always lazy with her chores too... Mom's
always yelling at her to finish them." Then she smiled, "But maybe I shouldn't
be hard on her this time." She stepped forward to close the distance between
us, and kissed me, open mouth. "So, Mister Jacobs," she began with a sultry
look. Normally, she called me by my first name, Tim, but she sometimes thought
it was funny to use my last name for innuendo. She continued, "My sister might
not have been in the mood to study, but I certainly am. I really think I need
to do some more work in the oral area." We went into my bedroom, and as we
undressed, she started talking about her day, which mostly meant the events
surrounding her circle of friends. It was like a soap opera, but I was actually
able to follow who was dating who, which people did what mean thing to somebody
behind their back, and all the other high school drama I left behind years ago.
I felt like I knew these people, because they were important to Steph, even
though I'd probably never meet them. Together, we hopped onto the bed, and she
skooched towards me and took my dick in her hand. It was only partly erect,
large and floppy but not yet entirely hard, but that soon changed as she took
me into her mouth. She certainly didn't need any lessons on that, not anymore,
and in moments, she was going down about halfway on my rigid member, using her
hand on the other half. I reached over and grabbed her ass and started pulling
her towards me, and she opened her mouth and looked back at me. She wiggled her
butt at me. "I want to taste you, too," I explained. She lifted one leg and
shifted until she straddled my head, and I dove my tongue into her little slit
while she went back to sucking me off. We spent several minutes like that,
though Stephanie didn't keep a constant motion, she came up for air or to moan
softly because of my own efforts. It was in this outrageous position that we
were interrupted. "Whoa," came a high pitched little voice. My dick fell out of
Stephanie's mouth and she gasped. "Oh, shit." I looked over and saw Bonnie,
standing in the doorway to my bedroom, staring at us with wide eyes as her
sister and her tutor were engaged in mutual oral sex. Then she grinned. "You
guys are so busted." "What are you doing here?" Stephanie asked, getting off
me. I just laid there, terrified. "I was hiding in the hall closet," Bonnie
said smugly. "I knew something was up. I heard you last time, after I left,
making sex noises." She must have suspected something earlier, though, or she
wouldn't have listened at the door, that time as she must have. "You little
spy," Steph spat out in annoyance. "I hate you!" "That's not very nice." She
began swaying from side to side. "You're the one who's being bad. You're not
even supposed to be dating, and especially not sex! You're going to get in so
much trouble..." she warned in a sing-song voice. She wasn't the only one. I
couldn't say anything, paralyzed by the sudden conviction that this was the end
of my life. When Bonnie told, I would go to jail, and either I'd be tormented
and eventually murdered in prison as was the reported fate of child molesters,
or even if not, I'd never get a job or a normal relationship again, with that
on my record. Not to mention the devastation it would cause to my family when
they found out. Suicide seemed like the best option. "Don't you dare tell on
me," Steph warned. She got off the bed and tried to stare down her sister,
thrusting her naked chest towards Bonnie's face. "Or what?" Bonnie asked.
"Anything you do to me is nothing compared to the trouble you'll be in." Steph
desperately tried another tactic. "We weren't doing anything wrong. He was just
teaching me... you know, it's like Sex Ed." "Please," Bonnie said, with a
dubious look. "I'm eleven, I'm not stupid. I know what you were doing, and
unless you do as I say, so will Mom." Stephanie sighed, a sigh of defeat. She
couldn't see any way out of it, but sibling blackmail must have been a familiar
option. "What do you want?" Bonnie's face lit up with a devilish, smug smile.
"I want in. I wanna learn about sex stuff too. I bet it's way better than
boring old homework." **** Chapter Four: Oh god. I almost pinched myself to
check if I was dreaming. My cock twitched, regaining the enthusiasm that had
been lost with the interruption. I'm glad Steph didn't notice it; she was too
busy being gaping at the suggestion. "No," she said, when she composed herself.
"Anything but that." "It's that, or I tell." I finally found my voice. "Bonnie,
can you give us a couple minutes alone to talk?" I suggested gently. I had
instinctively covered myself with my pillow. She looked me over appraisingly.
"Fine. I'll be watching TV." She walked off. Stephanie closed the door, and
started pacing back and forth along the floor in front of the bed. "I hate
this," she said. She was practically crying. "Every time I have something good
she ruins it, I can't have anything to myself." She then looked at me, and
said, "I don't want this, do you?" "Of course not," I said, and felt guilty for
the lie. It was only a partial lie, though. If I could go back and make Bonnie
never find out, I'd choose that in a heartbeat, but since we were where we
were, I wanted to agree. The idea of having not only a girl I love but another
girl to fuck on the side had a powerful appeal, even if Bonnie was only eleven.
Maybe that made it all even hotter. Dirty possibilities ran through my mind. I
think there was a very simple reason for this sudden acceptance of my
perversion, where before I was guilty for even the littlest indiscretions I had
with Stephanie. Deep down, at that point I was certain that I was already dead;
it was only a matter of time. Stephanie might be able to keep silent about our
relationship, but I was sure Bonnie would tell, sooner or later, and then it
would all be over. Or perhaps Bonnie would keep it secret but Stephanie's
jealousy would cause her to tell. Either way, whether it was in several hours
or several months, I now expected this all to blow up in my face. So part of me
decided I might as well embrace it and have as much fun as I could while it
lasted. "What are we going to do?" she asked. "I don't know," I said. "But if
she tells, we won't be able to see each other anymore... and I'll go to jail."
I let it hang in the air a moment, before adding, "If that's what you want,
I'll understand. I'll tell people I took advantage of you." "No," she said, and
I had to hold back a sigh of relief. "I don't ever want you to get in trouble
for me. I guess we really have no choice, do we?" "It won't be anything more
than teaching her," I promised. "My heart's yours, always." "You fell in love
with me while teaching me," she said. She kneeled down at the end of the bed
and pressed her forehead to mine. "Because you're loveable," I said. "You're
sister's... well, she's a bit of a brat." That got a laugh out of her. A weak
one, but a laugh all the same. "I love you." "I love you too," she said. "I
just wish I didn't have to share you." I kissed her forehead. "Don't worry.
I've got an idea," I said. "Call her in." Stephanie went to the door and just
shouted, "Bonnie!" Bonnie came running in a few seconds. "That was fast. So?"
"We agree," Steph said softly. "What was that?" Bonnie said, although since I
heard It, she must have. "I said we agree," Steph snapped. She stalked towards
the bed and sat down near my feet. "Good," Bonnie grinned, and looked to me.
"So are you going to fuck me now?" "Not so fast," I said. "We agree, but there
are some conditions, okay?" She didn't ask what they were, but nor did she
immediately object, so I continued. "First, of course, you have to promise not
to tell anybody, ever." She nodded, but I waited for her to say the words
before I moved on. "Second, I'm going to be teaching you like I was teaching
your sister. I'll do my best not to hurt you, and to make you feel really good,
but we go at my pace and we do what I say when I say, okay? You can stop if
something hurts, but otherwise you have to trust that I know what I'm doing,
like in any teacher relationship." She took in what I said, evaluated it for
hidden traps, but finally said, "Okay. So when do we get to fuck?" And I
thought Stephanie was an eager beaver. "Not for a while," I said. "He has to
make sure you're ready or it'll really hurt," Steph supplied. "It took me a
couple weeks before we fucked, and you're even smaller, so don't count on it
anytime soon." "But I want to," Bonnie whined. "Now Bonnie, what did I just
say? There's plenty of fun we can do before then, though. I guess you might as
well get undressed." She didn't need to be told twice. She threw her jacket on
the floor, and then pulled off her vest, so that she was wearing her skirt and
shirt. Then she got a little flirty, having apparently gotten it into her mind
to show off how sexy she was. She wiggled her hips back and forth and ran her
hands down her chest like she was in a music video, and then pulled off her tie
and then her socks, one by one. As she did that, she lifted her legs in the air
and I caught a flash of black beneath her skirt. "Stop showing off," Stephanie
said. Bonnie pouted cutely in response, but only for a moment before she opened
her mouth and did some suggestive movements for me with her tongue, and
finished with another sly smile. But she slowed her dance moves and stood still
as she continued undressing. She undid the buttons of her top, while keeping it
closed, then, all of a sudden, pulled it wide open, exposing her torso. She
wasn't wearing a bra, but then, she didn't really need one. She was completely
flat-chested, the hint of boobs supplied only by the lighter colored skin over
where her breasts would be. I also noticed one other immediate difference
between her and her sister. Stephie had an innie bellybutton. Bonnie had a
little bit of an outtie. Before Bonnie removed her shirt entirely, she took off
the kilt. Underneath, she wore black shorts. The shirt went next. She slid it
first off one arm, then the next, then letting it drop off her shoulders as she
pulled down her shorts. Underneath she had a pair of pink panties with blue
trim as the only thing she had left. That didn't last long before she let them
fall to her feet and stepped out of them. She didn't seem to have a hint of
shame about what she was doing. I stared between her legs. Her pussy was just a
hairless mound, with the same style of slit as Stephanie's... nothing sticking
out of the lips, but they ended in a Y-shaped fork at the top. Seeing her nude
was incredibly erotic for reasons I can't explain to people who don't
understand, and for those who do, no explanation is necessary. There's just
something about a girl, just on the cusp of her womanhood, still a child in
body but aware enough about sex to be curious. She was the youngest girl I'd
ever seen naked in person, and Stephanie herself was the second youngest, but
I'd come across pictures on the internet, accidentally, years before that had
probably sparked the taste even if I tried to deny it. I wasn't exclusively
attracted to children, but they did arouse me. "How do I look?" Bonnie asked,
coming close to the bed, close enough to touch. "You don't even have boobs
yet," Stephanie said contemptuously. Bonnie sneered. "So, you barely do." "Now,
now," I said. "No fighting. You look fine, Bonnie." I tentatively reached out a
hand for her chest. She didn't pull away... to the contrary; she bent closer
until we made contact. I held onto her side and caressed one of her pale brown
nipples with my thumb. It began to stiffen. I traced my hand down, around her
bellybutton, and over her slit. I didn't try to penetrate, just ran it up and
down gently with the slightest bit of pressure from my finger tip. She
shivered. I would have done more, but I saw Stephanie staring daggers at us.
She wasn't happy with the attention I was paying to her sister. So I pulled my
hand away, and said, "Okay, it's only fair that you get to see me too." I was
hard, so I flipped the pillow off me and exposed myself. She looked down at it,
but not in shock, just curiosity, with a little smile. "Have you ever seen one
before?" I asked. "Yes," she said. "Yours is bigger." "He means a real one,"
Steph said. "So did I." Stephanie's mouth hung open in shock. "Who's?" "What
else did you do?" I asked, curious. "I rubbed it," she said, and without any
shyness, wrapped the fingers of one hand around my dick and began pumping it up
and down. "And put my tongue on it while he squirted." "You gave a blowjob?"
Stephanie asked, astonished. "No," Bonnie said. "I didn't put it in my mouth, I
just had it on my tongue." Stephanie was still at a loss for words. So was I, a
bit, but just hearing about it made my penis twitch. "Who was it?" Stephanie
demanded again after a second. "I promised I wouldn't tell," she said
defiantly. That was a little bit of a relief. "Then you shouldn't say," I said,
perhaps too quickly. "A promise is a promise." Maybe she could be trusted. "I
guess," Stephanie said. "But I still want to know." "What else have you done?"
I asked. "I don't know," she said. "I showed him my nipples. He liked touching
them." She smiled at me. "Do you like touching them?" "They're very nice," I
said as Stephanie fumed beside me. "He didn't touch me on my pussy though, that
felt pretty good, are you going to do it again?" Out of the corned of my eye, I
saw Stephanie angrily cross her arms over her breasts. I knew I needed to
handle this pretty soon, before her jealousy endangered everything. "In a bit,"
I said. "What about sex?" I asked. "Okay," she said. "No, I mean, have you seen
sex?" "In movies, yeah." "I think it'd help if we gave you a demonstration," I
said. I found Stephanie's hand with my own and squeezed. "Besides, because you
interrupted us, I didn't get to finish with your sister... and if I don't, I'm
going to feel bad all night." I looked at her. "At least if you still want to."
Chapter Five Stephanie didn't answer right away. She was struggling with her
distaste for the whole situation we were in, and her desire to have sex with
me. "I guess," she said finally. "It's going to be weird with her watching,
though." "I know." I got out of bed, and directed her over to the side, where I
could kneel down between her legs. To Bonnie, I said, "Find a comfortable spot,
where you can see, and if you have any questions, ask." Bonnie knelt on the bed
next to her sister, so she had a good look at what was going on. No sooner had
I started running my tongue along Stephanie's slit did Bonnie interrupt. "Isn't
that gross?" "Not at all," I said. "It's not dirty or anything. The vagina's
very clean. And knowing that I'm making her feel good makes me want to do it."
I started licking again. "What's it taste like?" Since it looked like Bonnie
was going to get talkative, I inserted my fingers into Stephanie's pussy and
began stroking. She wasn't as wet as she sometimes got, but she was starting,
or it was still residual from what we were doing earlier, I wasn't sure which.
I hoped she didn't notice that these were the same fingers that had just been
touching her sister. "It's hard to describe. It's a little like sweat, but nice
tasting too. I don't do it for the taste, but I like it." "So why do it then?"
"Because when she feels good, I feel good. That's a lot of what sex is. It's
not all about yourself. It's about the power of making somebody else feel
incredible. It also helps her get wet and slippery, which makes it easier
later." She stopped talking, so, although I kept my finger in Stephanie, I also
went up to working her over with my tongue. Stephanie usually liked to be
teased around the sides, with darting jabs of the tongue inside, going upwards
towards the clit, but not on it directly, at least until she was warmed up.
"Does the tongue feel better than the finger?" she asked, but she was
addressing her sister this time. "Much better," she said between breaths. "But
it's best when he uses both together." Over the next few minutes, I could feel
her start to relax against me. Her sister being there had made her tense, but
with enough stimulation her concerns went away and I could feel her start to
buck against me. Bonnie had stopped the questions for the most part and just
watched, only occasionally asking if she liked it when I licked a certain area.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. My cock was begging for relief, aware that
it had not one but two underage girls naked in my bed, and what's more, they
were sisters. I needed to get off. I stood up, holding my rod with one hand,
and rubbed the head gently up against her crack, looking to her for permission.
She gave it wordlessly with a nod. "Wait, don't you need a condom or
something?" Bonnie asked. "We trust each other," I said, "and we've done this a
lot already. But you're right; a condom usually is a good idea with somebody.
If you want, when it finally comes to that time, I'll use one with you, don't
worry." I wanted to advise her to use one all the time, but I couldn't without
feeling like a hypocrite. I'd offered, but had never had to use one with
Stephanie, and never wanted to. I pressed forward. I took it slow, mostly for
Bonnie's benefit, so she could see the whole thing. Stephanie was used to me
and I was able to enter her with no trouble, but it was still very tight. As
worked up as I was, I was afraid I'd cum right away. I took a few seconds to
try and push down the feeling, and then started to thrust forward, in and out.
"How does it feel? Is it good?" "Mmhmm," Stephanie said. "I love it." "What
about you?" Bonnie asked me. "Oh, it's very good," I said. "You've had other
girls before, right? How is Stephanie compared to that?" I frowned a bit.
During sex is not the time to bring up past girlfriends. Steph was jealous
enough about Bonnie being there. "She's the best I've been with," I said. It
wasn't even a lie. As though to reward my judgment, Steph wrapped her legs
behind me, using them to draw me more into her. "You're probably just saying
that," she said. I slowed down. "No. I'm not. I've never enjoyed sex as much as
with her, and I don't think anyone could be better." "I bet I'll be better,"
Bonnie said smugly. "Shut up," Stephanie grunted. I picked up the pace again.
She soon started on her little moans. But for once, I didn't want to take her
all the way to orgasm. So, I started imagining things, including Bonnie and
Stephanie in competitions to please me, doing their best to outdo one another
in an effort to earn my cum. I moved my gaze back and forth between Stephanie,
who was impaled on my cock and loving it, and Bonnie, who was now rocking back
and forth and squeezing her own thighs together. My dick began to pulse and I
could feel a tingling rising from the base. Finally, with a grunt of my own, I
came, dumping a few jets of cum inside her, but then I quick pulled out so
Bonnie could see. One jet of sticky white cum landed between the lips, then
another. I spread it around with the head, smearing the clit. Bonnie had an
expression of amazement on her face. "You got it right on her pussy," she said.
"Yeah, and inside, too," I told her. "But you'll get her pregnant, won't you?"
Before Stephanie could answer, I said, "It's a risk. Now do you want to begin
doing stuff?" "Yeah," Bonnie said eagerly. "Are you going to touch and lick me
like you did her?" "Yes," I said. She brightened. "But I have a job for you,
too, while I'm doing that. You lick her pussy." Both Bonnie and Stephanie cried
in unison. "What?" "You promised you'd do what I told you," I reminded her.
"And you were worried about her getting pregnant. So you can lick the cum off
her and out from inside of her. I didn't get a chance to make her cum, either,
and if I'm helping you I can't spend time on her." "But... but I'm not a
lesbian," Bonnie protested. "It's a sin to be one. A really, really big one."
Grace was really religious, and I suppose some of it had to rub off. I felt
pretty stupid for not thinking of it before, but neither of them were too
concerned about sin when it came to fucking an older man out of wedlock.
Perhaps my fantasies had finally gotten ahead of reality. **** Chapter Six: I
thought quickly, trying to come up with some justification Bonnie might buy.
Stephanie, I hoped, might go along just because she trusted me, but Bonnie was
new at this. "You're only a lesbian if you're doing it because you like to lick
pussy and don't want to be with men," I said. "If you lick another girl's pussy
to help keep her from getting pregnant, or to give her an orgasm, or to make a
guy horny, that doesn't mean you're a lesbian. It's just helping out another
girl. It's all just a part of sex." I looked back and noticed that Stephanie
was just staring at me like I'd grown antennae. Maybe I was wrong about her
trusting me. I feared she'd just decided I was a freak and didn't want anything
to do with me ever again. But she didn't say anything. Neither did Bonnie, at
first, just staring at the gooey mess I left in Stephanie's snatch. So I went
for broke and prompted, "You love your sister, right? So, are you going to help
her out? Or are you not ready to do actual sex stuff and just want to sit and
watch for the next few sessions?" Suggesting that those were the only two
options must have made the decision. "Okay, I'll do it." I felt guilty for
being so manipulative, but it worked. She didn't sound especially happy about
it, but I hoped I could make her happy in time. Bonnie leaned forward and put
her face just an inch away from Steph's pussy. She hesitated for what seemed
like a long time, then closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out. It made
contact with my cum, drew back, and then went in again. Stephanie shivered from
the contact. Bonnie went back again, and again. It was halting and hesitant at
first, but once she got used to it she was more willing to continue licking. I
maneuvered Bonnie's body so she was lying a bit on her side, so I had good
access to her pussy while she did her job. I pulled, spreading her labia apart,
exposing her little hole. It did look very much like Stephanie's pussy, just
without hair, and much tighter. It also wasn't nearly as wet... maybe she was
too young to produce much lubrication on her own. I saw a hymen, so she was
still a virgin. I stroked her labia gently, along the edges and with my pinkie
probed the hole itself, but I didn't want to penetrate even with that right
away. A bad experience might not only enrage her and make her more likely to
tell, but also make her distrust sex in the future. So I just kept rubbing
carefully while she worked on her sister. She squirmed a little at my touch, so
I leaned in closer and started kissing, and then finally ran my tongue along
her labia. She didn't taste like much... like licking clean skin, without the
underlying muskiness of her sister. "Oooh," she squealed. "I like that! Keep
doing that." You don't ignore a request like that, so I continued to tongue her
while she took a break from her own licking to ask, "Is this what it feels like
for you too?" "Uh huh," Stephanie said with a quaver in her voice. At that
point I don't even think she knew what Bonnie was saying, too caught up in the
sensations, while being torn over the wickedness of who was providing them.
"Wow, why didn't I think of this before?" I kept licking, which elicited more
squeals, curious looks back towards me, and even giggles from Bonnie. Anything
around the clit seemed to tickle her as much as, if not more than, provide
pleasure, but she seemed to be enjoying it. Bonnie had unconsciously spread her
legs even wider to give room to work from the first lick. Meanwhile, Steph was
getting close to her own orgasm; I could tell by the way she was moaning. I
soon figured that it was time. "Bonnie," I said, "Can you go into the medicine
cabinet in the bathroom? There's a little bottle labeled Astroglide. Bring it
back, okay?" "Oh," she said. "Okay. So I'm done licking Stephie?" "No, I'll
keep her warm for you until then. Hurry back." Bonnie rolled to the side of the
bed and hopped off. I pulled myself up to Steph and ran my fingers down to her
pussy. I saw her little sister had done a good job, all of the cum outside was
gone. I slipped a few inside, sawing my fingers inside slowly. She watched me
carefully, an uncertain expression on her face, as I leaned in to whisper. "I
love you more than anything, and I want you to know, you're not sharing me. You
and I are sharing her." Her brow furrowed for a moment in an expression of
puzzlement, but then an instant later she relaxed, and smiled, smiled happily,
while she made a satisfied "Mmm" sound. Bonnie came back a few seconds later,
holding the bottle. "Okay. What is this stuff?" "It just makes things
slippery." I withdrew my fingers from Steph's pussy and held out my hand.
Bonnie passed the bottle to me. "Now go back to what you were doing and try to
relax." "Are you going to fuck me now?" "Not yet," I said. "But I'm going to
put my finger in. Go back to work on your sister, she's almost done." I spread
Stephanie's pussy a little and pointed at the clit. "Focus right here for a
while." I spread a little of the lube on my pinkie finger, and swabbed her slit
with it, and then pushed into her hole. It slid in with only a little
resistance. "Let me know if it starts to hurt, okay?" "Kay," she said. "It's
okay. It feels weird, but good. Keep going... and you can use your tongue again
if you want." I moved my pinkie in and out of Bonnie's tight little cunt,
probing around her hymen, and I wanted to stop there. I'd never broken one
before, since her sisters had broken naturally before we met, and so I wasn't
sure how to handle that little detail or how much it would hurt. I satisfied
myself with fingering her up to that point, and adding my tongue. The lube had
a bit of a sweet flavor to it but otherwise didn't alter the experience except
to make it more slippery. Soon Steph began gripping the bed sheets with her
hands, and her body twitched slightly. She let out and extended scream that
left her gasping and her sister covering her ears. "Holy cripes, Steph, the
whole world probably heard that." "Shut up," she replied, but there wasn't any
venom in her voice. If anything she seemed sleepy. "She usually screams when
she has an orgasm," I said. "I find it cute." If a little inconvenient at
times. "That's when it feels really, really good, right?" Bonnie asked. I
nodded, and she asked Steph, "So what's it like?" "It's... it's.... really,
really, good." She smiled and added. "Like better than almost anything." "That
doesn't tell me much," Bonnie complained, then looked at me. "I want an orgasm
of my own." I couldn't help but smile at the demand. "Okay, I'll try. Lie on
your back." Over the next half hour, I kept up a steady pace of rubbing
Bonnie's little pussy, fingering her with one finger, and the use of my mouth,
both on her nipple and on her slit itself. Unlike her sister, Bonnie was pretty
talkative throughout, and not just about sex. She started telling us about how
they had a substitute teacher in Geometry who talked to herself, for example,
and when I took it as a sign that she was losing interest and stopped rubbing
her, without missing a beat, she whined at me to keep rubbing her there and add
my tongue, too. For most of it, Steph just watched, no longer angry or jealous,
but just interested, answering her sister's questions, both mundane and sexual.
When I buried my head in Bonnie's little mound, I looked up and noticed Steph
had started rubbing her sister's chest with one hand. Finally, the stream of
irrelevant chatter ended, and everything Bonnie said was either a giggle or a
squeal in response to one of my movements, or urging me to keep going. I
noticed she was holding her breath a lot more, and then letting it out in short
bursts, so I picked up speed. "It won't stop tingling," she said, and then she
closed her eyes and her head rolled back. There was no scream, just a few soft
whimpers. Her legs shivered and jiggled, then she went limp a moment. "You
okay?" Steph asked. Bonnie opened her eyes just half way. "I think I just had
one," she reported. "An orgasm." "How was it?" I asked. "Can I have another
one?" I was willing to try if she was. As it turned out, I gave her another two
over the next few minutes. It seemed like another difference between Bonnie and
Steph. Bonnie had multiple orgasms, while Steph just had one big one that wiped
her out, even though she was always willing to keep going, after a short break,
to make sure I was satisfied. "It's getting late," Steph pointed out after I
gave Bonnie her third orgasm. "Mom's probably going to be expecting you to be
home soon." I was hard, but Stephanie was right. "Oh." Bonnie pouted a little.
"Okay. So how long do you think before we fuck?" "You're still too tight," I
said. "I could barely get one finger in you." I'd moved from my pinkie to my
index finger, but I didn't think I should risk much more. "It'll stretch if you
practice, but it'll be slow. But be careful, don't hurt yourself." "Do you
think you could help me practice?" she asked her sister. "Your fingers are
bigger than mine." Stephanie seemed surprised at the request, or maybe just the
humble, non-demanding tone of it. "Sure. I mean I'll try." "Just do it when
nobody else is home," I advised. "And remember, if she's helping you, it's only
fair you help her and make her feel good." Before getting dressed, they had a
quick shower, just in case they had any sex smells on them that might give
everything away. Stephanie pointed out how they shouldn't get their hair wet so
their Mom would get suspicious. I watched, but didn't join them, because I'd
just cum all over them again if they got to touching me. I almost did when
Stephanie helped Bonnie wash her pussy, and imagining them exploring each
other's bodies in their shared room. Bonnie left, but Stephanie still had some
time before she was expected. She helped me relieve my tension with a blowjob.
I think she still had a little bit of fear about losing me to her sister, so
afterwards I lay holding her on the couch, talked about other things going on
in her life, and remembered to tell her I loved her many times. She was quieter
than usual, more pensive, but she didn't seem upset. I could only hope that was
a good sign. **** Chapter Seven: The next tutoring day, Bonnie and Stephanie
showed up at my door together, two sisters in nearly matching school uniforms,
the picture of innocence. They were naked in my bedroom within minutes. "So,
where should we start today?" I asked. "Bonnie and I were talking," Stephanie
said brightly. "About blowjobs." "Cause I've never actually given one. I just
had my tongue on a wiener." "I told her you'd teach her," Stephanie said. I was
glad to see there wasn't any obvious jealousy any more. Perhaps helping each
other cum over the last couple days had patched up some of the lingering
sibling rivalry. "I don't think I should be the one to teach her." They both
frowned, but that changed when I said, "I think you should, Stephanie. All I
could teach her is how it feels for the guy; you already know how to do it,
really, really well." Stephanie beamed at the compliment. "I'll just be the
model." "Oh, okay." While I laid back on the bed, head on my pillow, the girls
climbed beside me so that their heads were together at my crotch. As I looked
down at their eager, young, smiling faces staring at my cock, I felt like I
grew another inch on that alone. Stephanie held my dick up and said, "First you
usually lick around the head a little." She demonstrated immediately, sticking
her long tongue out and running it around my head and down one side of my
shaft. She then pointed my cock towards her sister. Bonnie didn't waste any
time, and repeated the gesture, then giggled. Stephanie continued the lesson.
"Then you just take it into your mouth like it's a big Popsicle. Except you got
to keep your teeth out of the way like this." She opened her mouth, covering
the tips of her teeth with a protective barrier of lip. Then she went down on
me, going about halfway down and bobbing her head up and down a few times
before releasing again. "Now you try." Bonnie was enthusiastic, and my dick had
barely got exposed to the air before it was once again in a warm, wet place.
Bonnie's mouth was tighter, and it looked more obscene, and therefore more
erotic, to see her childlike little face sucking on my prick, but in terms of
technique she wasn't as good as Stephanie. She didn't really move her tongue
much. She also went too far on her third downward movement, probably in an
effort to outdo her sister. She drew back abruptly and coughed roughly. "You
went too far," Stephanie said. "You have to be careful about that. Try again."
Stephanie then pushed Bonnie's head back down on me. It's hard to imagine how
much I loved her in that moment. After a minute more of sucking, Bonnie pulled
off and asked, "How long do you have to do it?" "It depends," Stephanie asked.
"Sometimes we do it just to warm him up, but then he goes in my pussy. But
normally you do it until he shoots." Focusing her eyes on me, Bonnie gave me
one more up and down suck before she let me flop out so she could ask, "Do you
want to go in my pussy?" I groaned a little. "I don't think you're ready for
that yet," I said. "But soon. Anyway, I have an idea. Why don't you take turns,
each getting a few seconds a turn. Whichever one I cum in gets a special
surprise." "What kind of surprise?" They both asked. "You'll see." Bonnie
smiled, flashing her braces, and then, even though she was the last one to go
down on me, took another few sucks before reluctantly giving it up to her
sister. I lay back and watched, astounded, as the two sisters took turns giving
me head. It was like I was living in some pervert's wildest dream. Stephanie
was the better at it, but Bonnie provided the better view, because it was just
so wrong. Of the two, it was Stephanie, who was the real winner though, for the
process to make me cum started under her, as she nursed just the head of my
cock and wiggled her tongue under it. But she didn't take the cumshot. Instead,
she gave me a glance, one that told me she knew I was about to burst, then
pulled away and let her sister have another turn. The pressure built up along
the length of my cock as Bonnie took it in her mouth. She hadn't been sucking
more than five seconds when I burst, shooting two loads into her mouth. She
swallowed, then opened her mouth and smiled widely, flashing her braces again,
but didn't pull away. Instead, most of the rest of my cum landed on her tongue.
When I was done, she swallowed that too. "I win," she said. "I guess you do." I
think I was the one who really claimed victory there. "So, what's the
surprise?" "Right." I rose and went to the drawer where I'd left it. I got it
the evening before at a sex shop down town. It was slim and silver and a little
wider than a finger. "What's that?" Bonnie asked. I pressed the button near the
end, and it began to hum and shake rapidly in my hands. "It's a vibrator. A sex
toy." I jumped back on the bed and spread Bonnie's legs, then gently touched
her slit with the vibrator. "Oh wow," she said as she felt the steady waves.
"That feels really neat. I get to keep this?" "No," I said. "Too dangerous, if
your Mom finds it or something." I shuddered at that mental image. "But you can
use it all you want today." I handed it to her, and she wasted no time, holding
the wand on various parts of her body to see the results, but seemed to like it
on her pussy the most. "Wow," Steph said. "Now I wish I'd won." I rolled over
to her. "Well, don't be too disappointed. There's still a lot we can do." I
started eating Stephanie out, a task I never got tired of, although it was a
bit hard to concentrate with the sound of the vibrator and Bonnie's commentary
on it in the background. "It feels nice on my nipples," she reported as I
teased her sister's clit with my tongue. "But I really like it just inside my
chichi." A few seconds later, while I had two fingers inside Steph and was
stroking the inside while licking the outside, I heard Bonnie changing position
on the bed. "You want to see what it feels like?" she asked, and suddenly the
silver rod appeared in front of me. Without waiting for an answer, Bonnie
rubbed the vibrator right below the clit. Stephanie shook and moaned a little,
and Bonnie laughed. "Nice, isn't it?" But instead of keeping it up, she pulled
back and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her putting the tip of it in her
hole. I went back to my work, focusing my eyes on the beautiful pussy in front
of me. I should have realized something was wrong when Bonnie had stopped
talking, just a few grunts, and the buzzing sound was a little muffled too.
"Ow!" I heard. "Owowowow." I looked up suddenly and saw Bonnie had shoved the
whole thing up inside her and was wincing in pain as she pulled it out. "Oh my
God, are you okay?" Stephanie asked, coming instantly to her sister's side. I
followed. The vibrator was streaked with blood. **** Chapter Eight: "What
happened?" Bonnie asked, looking at the bloody device between her legs. "Let me
look." I very gently spread her lips apart and looked inside. "You must have
broken your hymen... your cherry." I'd stretched it some in our previous
session but was careful not to try to tear, to avoid just this kind of scene.
Secretly, I was a little relieved I wouldn't have to do it myself. "I was just
trying to push it in to stretch me out," she said. "I told you to be careful,"
I reminded her. "But I guess it had to happen eventually. Don't worry, the pain
won't last long." I planted a soft kiss on her labia, and another on her clit.
She giggled. "It's already starting not to hurt. But you can keep doing that if
you want." I kept it up for a few minutes, but then worried about her sister.
Stephanie was on her knees, thighs squeezing together as she watched. I hadn't
made her cum. "Are you okay?" She nodded. Bonnie turned her head towards her
and said, "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to steal him. Do you want me to lick you?"
Steph smiled and nodded happily, then climbed on top of her face. So I licked
Bonnie while Steph licked her, much like we'd done the last time, only I also
had a vibrator to aid me. The blood weirded me out a little, and added a rusty
taste to it, but I didn't want to make a fuss about it. If she could lick her
own sister, I could deal with a little bloody aftertaste. This time, I made
Bonnie cum first, but I could tell Stephanie was close, and I was starting to
get hard again. Stephanie had her back to me, knees on either side of Bonnie's
head and resting on all fours, and it was too tempting to resist. I crawled
forward by me knees, over Bonnie's body, and rested my cock at her hole. Steph
looked back at me and nodded, then raised herself up to get me better access.
We fucked like that, right over Bonnie's face, giving her a good look from
below as I thrust into Stephanie again and again. She started laughing and then
used her hands to rub both of us together. It didn't take long before Stephanie
was cumming too, loudly as always. When she was done, I pulled out of her,
still hard, and she got off her sister and rested on a pillow, exhausted. I had
some thought of finishing on Bonnie's pussy and letting Stephanie lick it, but
Bonnie got her old obsession back. "Since you broke my cherry," she said, "does
that mean I'm not a virgin anymore?" "No," I explained. "You're still a virgin
until you actually have sex." "But if I broke my cherry, that means I'm ready
for it, right? I don't need to stretch? We could do it now." "Why do you want
it so badly?" I asked. She'd brought it up nearly every time we were together.
Bonnie just shrugged. "I don't know, it's supposed to be really good. And it
makes you a real woman. My friends lost theirs, and I feel like a baby lying to
them." "They're probably lying to you too," Stephanie said. "I don't care. I
wanna do it," she whined. "Three fingers," Stephanie said. "He has to be able
to get three fingers in you at once. Right?" She looked to me for confirmation.
I nodded. It was the benchmark I used for her. "So try," Bonnie said. She
spread her legs. I stuck one in easily, two, but when the third tried to join
it, Bonnie tensed up. It was too tight to do it comfortably, but I could
probably do it if I was willing to make her uncomfortable. "You can try the
slippery stuff. The AstroGlide," Bonnie suggested. "No, I don't want to force
it. It'll be soon, I know." It was crazy, but I actually felt relieved that I
couldn't get that last finger in comfortably. It was then I realized that my
reluctance was more about me than her. After all that I'd done, even I wouldn't
have expected that I was holding back for moral reasons, but I knew I could
probably fuck her then and there and not only would she have allowed it, but
welcomed it, and yet, she was just too young. She was old enough to be
attracted to, to want to do sexual things with, but deep down, I guess I didn't
want to be her first time. It was like I was crossing a line... and after all
the lines I'd crossed so willingly over the past few weeks, it was a surprise,
and a bit of a relief, to find one I feared to cross. I knew I'd have to do it,
but I didn't want to do it then. Besides, one of these days, she'd learn the
magic words for me. If she said "Please," I couldn't have said no even if I
wanted to. Still, even without the words, Bonnie's look of disappointment got
to me, and I still had a hard-on. "But we could have almost-sex," I suggested.
"Almost-sex?" "Yeah. It's a lot like sex, but I won't actually put it inside.
Here, I'll show you. Get on your hands and knees." She assumed the position,
her little butt proudly in the air. I grabbed the lube from my dresser and
spread some liberally on my dick, then went back to Bonnie and put my dick
under her mound. If I went into her hole, I'd have been all the way inside her,
but I wasn't, I was just outside, my shaft nestled in her pussy lips. She
looked beneath herself, with her head upside down, to watch what was happening.
"Put your legs together." It suddenly became a tight, warm spot, not quite as
good as a pussy, but still very arousing. I grabbed onto her butt and thrust
myself back and forth, slapping my stomach into her ass repeatedly, and my
penis running repeatedly along the groove between her lips. Since Bonnie was
only feeling the sensations of my dick along her pussy but not actually inside,
I could afford to be rougher. I was almost even able to convince myself I was
actually fucking her... anybody watching us from far away would assume that's
what was we were doing. Shortly after we began, Bonnie grinned at her sister
and said, "Look, I'm a porn star." And she started bumping back against me
enthusiastically and shook her head so her hair flew around wildly. "Fuck me,
fuck me, mmmmm, yeah, oh yeah." It was all exaggerated porn dialogue, but she
put so much heart into it that it was turning me on. Her thighs also kept up a
steady rhythm of squeezing and releasing. "This is fun, but I still want to try
the real thing soon." If she was this much of a hellion for real sex, there was
a real risk she'd wear me out. A few more times of this almost-sex and I knew
I'd lose any resolve and just fuck her to find out, "Please" or no "Please."
She kept up the dirty talk for a minute or so before she got quiet and I could
feel tremors around my dick. Her climax triggered my own. I felt the pressure
build along my shaft and, not wanting to spurt all over my sheets, I pulled
back and rested my dick in the crack between her ass cheeks, sawing it lazily
back and forth while my cum squirted out. Steph had been watching from the
sidelines the whole time, not helping, and I worried her jealousy had come
back, but she seemed content and relaxed, still basking in her own orgasm. I
lay back on the bed beside her, exhausted from my own second orgasm and wanting
to be close to the girl I actually loved. Bonnie crawled on my other side,
lying on her stomach, cum covered butt exposed to the air. I put my arms around
both of them. I closed my eyes, just for a second, but I almost fell asleep
before I heard Bonnie's voice. "Hey, don't go to sleep," she said. "We still
have more we need to do!" I blinked and let out a half-laugh, half-groan. "Oh,
sweetie, I don't think I have the energy for another round just yet." "No, not
that," she said, and bit her lip. "But I had some questions on Geometry. We had
another sub in and he didn't explain it very well." A tutor's work, it seemed,
was never done. **** Chapter Nine: It went on that way for about a week. I
never got around to fucking Bonnie in our next few sessions, for I got scared
again. In addition to my own unwillingness from before, I learned that her
mother had not put her on birth control like she had Stephanie. Stephanie told
me she was started on the pill when she was 13. So, since I was too used to not
using condoms, I held off with Bonnie and we just did almost-sex some more.
Getting her pregnant, I thought, would put an end to the fun rather quickly.
Stephanie seemed to be adjusting to the new situation pretty well, but it
helped that she visited me alone during lunch hours and there was usually some
time after Bonnie had to leave that Steph had me all to herself. Since I tried
to divide their shared time evenly between the two of them, Stephanie came out
well ahead, and she got all the lovey-dovey stuff, the kisses, embrace, long
talks, compliments. Bonnie just got to be a living sex toy. Sometimes I think
that's all she wanted. I was enjoying the experience thoroughly, as you can
imagine, but I was also on a knife-edge between pleasure and terror. Any moment
I knew could be the one that everything got exposed. Every time I heard a
police siren in the distance, I thought they were coming for me, and when Grace
called, I panicked that we'd say something that gave away the game. I became
especially nervous as I got another invitation to visit their home one Friday
night. Grace called and asked if I could come over. She didn't sound angry, but
there was some tension in her voice and I was afraid it was the end. I never
would have imagined what was about to happen. I showed up around eight in the
evening. Grace met me at the door and thanked me for coming, then offered to
cook me something. "I'd have had something already done, but I just got off
work. I could make you a grilled cheese sandwich or something." I refused
politely, half-fearing poison. "Are you sure? You're a young man, you need to
keep your strength up," she said. I shook my head. Bonnie was there, sitting on
the couch and not watching TV. She said hi to me, but seemed guarded,
depressed. I made an attempt to make conversation. "So, how're things going?"
"Never mind," Grace said. "Bonnie, it's time for you to get ready for bed."
"Awww," Bonnie whined. "But it's so early." "Yes, well, you're grounded, so I
don't care. You go get changed into your jammies right now and wait until I
call you. Me and Tim have to talk." Bonnie stalked off with a pout, and slammed
the door to her room as she disappeared into it. "Grounded?" I asked. "What
for?" "Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you want a drink?"
My mouth was still dry from my fears, so I accepted a glass of water. As she
poured it from a jug in the fridge, I asked, "So, where's Stephanie, and Jeff?"
I knew where Stephanie was... she had a sleepover planned with some of her
friends from school, she told me about it, but I thought it would look unseemly
if I knew too much about her activities outside of school. "Stephanie's
sleeping over. And Jeff's with his dad this weekend. I'm glad, because that
means I can talk to you alone." I tensed. Whatever it was, I didn't like alone
talks. For a moment I worried that she was interested in coming on to me. She
wasn't a bad looking woman for her age, but I wasn't that attracted to her, and
either refusing her or giving in to her was fraught with complications. It
would be a bizarre situation, I thought blackly as I sipped the water. If she
forced it, I might have to, not just because I have trouble saying no, but also
because I didn't want her to get so pissed off she took her daughters to some
other tutor. It turned out that what was on her mind was even more bizarre.
"It's about Bonnie," she said with a sigh. "I don't know what I'm going to do
with that girl." "This is about her grounding?" "Yes. The school called. They
caught her today. With a boy. In the boy's bathroom." "Oh. I'm sorry, I don't
know exactly what to say." "She's going down the wrong path," Grace said. "Just
like her mother. My daughter. Sometimes, you do all you can, but these girls
get boy crazy and they go down the wrong path." "It's a difficult time,
adolescence," I said. "That's why I told my girls they were not allowed to date
until they were at least sixteen." I always thought that was a little much, but
it had worked out pretty well for me. If Stephanie had been dating already, she
likely never would have fallen for me. "But she goes and defies me, and not
only is with a boy, but she's touching his, his, well, his you-know-what." "I'm
sure it's not her fault," I said. If anything, it was mine. "Yes, well, I
warned her. If she messes around with boys, she's going to get pregnant, just
like her Mother. Now I need your help to put her on the right path." "I'll try,
but I'm not sure what I can do. It doesn't have to be as bad as you're
thinking." I decided to take it as an opportunity. "Since you know she's
active, you can get her on the pill." "No, I don't think you're hearing me."
She stared at me, eyes drilling into me. "I told her, if she messes around with
boys, she's going to get pregnant." She smiled. "That's why I need you. To get
her pregnant." **** Chapter Ten: "What?" It was hard to believe I was hearing
her right. "She's only 11. If she gets pregnant now, it will teach her a
lesson, and she'll have a chance to straighten out before she really messes up
her life. And it's another little miracle from God. Jeff will be gone to
college next year anyway, so there'll be a room we can have for the baby."
"But..." I said, "She's only 11." "Yes, but I know men. You don't really care
how old a girl is. You just want a tight hole. You'll probably enjoy it." "I
can't," I said. It was just too weird. My cock wasn't in agreement, it was hard
the moment I understood what she was suggesting. "You don't have a choice," she
said. "If you say no, I'll call the police and tell her you've been molesting
my daughter at your tutoring sessions." I swallowed. She knew... or so I
thought, until she continued, "I know the Bible says not to bear false witness,
but I know Jesus will forgive me because I'm saved. And Jesus will forgive you
because you were forced into it, and you're doing God's work. My daughter's on
the path to Hell, and she needs to learn. The Bible also says to Honor Thy
Mother, and I'm the closest thing she has to a Mother, and she needs to be
taught to honor me. Please, you need to help me." It was the most fucked up
theological reasoning I'd ever heard, but to tell the truth, most religious
arguments sounded pretty fucked up to me. "Maybe somebody else would be
better..." I said. Not just because I didn't want to knock up Bonnie, but if
Grace was as crazy as she had turned out to be, even if I did, she could turn
around at any moment and have me thrown in jail for molesting her daughter.
"No, I've already made my decision. I've known you for years. You study hard,
do your work, are polite, and you don't let things distract you. You're a smart
boy, and a smart boy means smart babies. It's better you than some dumb jock in
school she'd end up with if I just let her follow her animal instincts. Maybe
her baby won't be so stupid that she fools around with boys when she gets to be
Bonnie's age. Or maybe it will be a boy and I won't have to worry so much." "I
need some time to think about it." She shook her head. "No, then you could come
back and call the police and tell them what I said. You are going to try to get
her pregnant tonight, so you can't go to the police because you've already
committed a crime." I sat there silent for a minute, half-expecting to wake up
to find it was all an erotic dream. She continued, "Please, you'll be doing me
a big favor. Nobody will know what you've done. I'll tell everybody some boy at
school knocked her up. She'll say what I tell her to say. I'll be raising it.
The government will give me assistance money. All you have to do is keep having
sex with her until she gets pregnant. Of course, you'll probably have to tutor
her a little more, since she may have to miss some school after she catches." I
still couldn't believe it. She was ordering me to fuck her eleven-year old
granddaughter until she got pregnant. "This is insane." "Don't call me insane,"
she snapped. "You don't have any children; you don't know how hard it is to
raise them up right. I've raised five kids and most of them are doing very
well. I'm sure they'll go on to be very successful." I flinched at her
impassioned defense of herself, but that didn't make me think of her as
anything less than a loon. "So, what is it going to be? Are you going to help
me, or do I call the police?" "I guess I don't really have a choice," I said.
There really wasn't any doubt. I've always had trouble saying no when people
pressure me to go along with them. That it was something that also turned me on
made it a foregone conclusion. "Good. Believe me, God will bless you for this."
I had my doubts about that. Luckily, I didn't really believe. With the
incredible perverted luck I'd been having, if I believed in God I could only
assume he was a deviant. "Come with me," she said. I followed her to the door
to Bonnie and Steph's room. Grace knocked, a few sharp raps, and then opened it
without any further warning. Bonnie was on her bed, in a short t-shirt and
purple pajama bottoms. Her almond eyes widened a little in confusion as she saw
me following her mother in. "What's up?" she said. "I've come to a decision,
and you're not going to like it, but I think it is for the best," Grace said.
"What?" "When I was a little girl, I stole one of my dad's cigarettes. I just
wanted to try it. He got so angry at me, that he made me smoke a whole pack,
one right after another. I got so sick, and I was angry, but I knew he had done
the right thing because I never touched a cigarette again." "Why are you
telling me this?" "Because this is the same kind of thing. You want to fool
around with boys, well fine. I want you to do everything Mister Jacobs tells
you to do, no matter what." Bonnie stared. She pulled me aside and whispered,
"Make sure you cum in her pussy." Then, raising her voice again, she said,
"I'll leave you alone now. I'll check in on you later." She left, and closed
the door behind her. Bonnie continued to stare at me, open-mouthed, before she
finally said, "What's going on?" I sat down on the edge of her bed. She pulled
up her legs to give me room. "You're Mom wants me to get you pregnant." It took
me quite a long time to get the whole sentence out; I kept pausing, searching
for words. She looked at me with a squint of disbelief. "That's crazy." "That's
what I said. But she's forcing me into it." I laughed uncertainly. She thought
about it, and then shrugged. "Okay." "That's it?" I asked. "Okay?" "You're not
going to talk her out of it. And it could be fun." She pulled her legs into her
belly, lifting her ass off the bed, and pulled off her pajama bottoms.
Underneath she had tight blue panties. They went next. "Does this mean we get
to fuck?" "I guess it does." And if that was the attitude to towards having sex
and being forcibly impregnated, maybe Grace had some tiny point. Maybe Bonnie
needed a lesson about the potential consequences, one she couldn't ignore. I
spread Bonnie's legs and went down on her first, to make sure she was wet. I
didn't have my lube with me and didn't expect Grace would have any, so I had to
rely on saliva and her own juices. She wiggled her pussy into me as she kept up
a steady stream of talk. "I can't believe I got in so much trouble just for
being in the boy's bathroom. It's not like I gave him a blowjob or anything, I
just had my hands in his pants. It was a dare. And if it wasn't for Mr. Foster
being so nosy we wouldn't have gotten caught at all." I tried to ignore most of
the rest. "Teachers aren't even supposed to be in the boy's bathroom, they have
their own." Finally, I stood, and began to rub my dick along her crack, and she
got quiet, watching. We weren't yet doing any more than we'd already done, but
we were about to go from almost-sex to actual sex. "This may hurt a little," I
warned. "It's okay," she said. "I think I'm ready." I centered the head on her
hole and heaved forward. It was impossibly tight, tighter than anything I'd
been inside before. She grunted, but in pain or pleasure, I didn't know. "You
okay?" "Yeah," she said, holding in a breath. "Keep going, I'm a big girl, I
can take it." I hesitated, unmoving. "Go on, fuck me." She rocked her hips a
little, trying to force the motion. I got the hint, and began fucking her in
earnest. She didn't complain, though she didn't talk much either, unusual for
her. I thought I was hurting her and she was trying to hide it, but a minute or
two in she began rubbing her clit. "Wow," she said finally. "I wish we'd done
this sooner. It's way better..." I panicked, and covered her mouth with my
hand, feeling her last words muffled beneath it. I didn't know if Grace was
listening at the door, but despite what we were doing now, I didn't want her to
know I'd already been doing sexual things with both her and Stephanie. I leaned
forward, whispered, "Your Mom still doesn't know what we did before." Her eyes
widened and she nodded, so I let her speak again. "How many times does it take
to get pregnant?" she asked. "It could be only one. It could be a lot. It
depends." "I hope it's a lot," she said. "Then we can do this lots more." "Uh-
huh," I said, grunting, trying to hold back. I was close. At least the
conversation was distracting me. "Have you started having periods yet?" "Not
yet. Why?" "Then you might not get pregnant for a while." It was an incredible
thought, though. It might even be possible to make her miss her very first
period. Something about that made me get turned on even more. "Oh, good," she
said. "But I don't know. Part of me doesn't want to get pregnant soon and part
of me does." She pulled up her shirt, revealing her flat chest. "See if I get
pregnant, I'll finally get big boobies." That simple little act triggered my
climax. With a hearty groan, I thrust forward one last time, as far as I could,
and felt the tingling sensation all over, centered on my cock. Then I pulsed as
I filled her little womb with my sticky sperm, flooding it. Maybe one of those
billions of sperm cells would meet its way with the very first egg to drop.
"You're done?" she asked, then pouted. "I didn't get to have an orgasm." "Maybe
next time," I said. I felt bad that I didn't give her one, but it was all too
strange. "I should probably go." I pulled my pants up and started towards the
door. Grace was outside, on the couch in the living room, waiting. "All done?"
she asked when I poked my head out. "Uh, yeah." "Wait a second." She stood and
walked past me into Bonnie's room, then touched her pussy. "Eww, Mom," Bonnie
cried, "That's my private place." "Oh, shush," Grace said. "It's nothing I
haven't seen before. I'm just making sure he did what he was supposed to."
Using two fingers, she spread Bonnie's pussy lips apart, and looked. "Okay, you
put your seed in her all right." She took her hands out of the pussy and wagged
a finger at Bonnie. "And he's going to keep doing it until you get pregnant. I
warned you this would happen. If you're going to act like a little slut, you'll
get what little sluts get, and that's pregnant." Bonnie sighed. "Yes, Mom."
Then she grinned when she thought Grace was looking away, but she spotted it.
"Oh, sure, you're having a lot of fun now," Grace warned, "but you won't be
smiling so much when you're the only girl in your school who needs a maternity
uniform." "I guess I can go, then?" I asked. I half-feared she'd tell me that,
now that I'd just cum in her daughter, she was going to call the police. After
all, who would they believe, me, or her? But she didn't. Instead, she just
said, "If you want. But if you don't have other plans, you can stay the night.
Stephanie and Jeff will be gone until tomorrow afternoon, so you can sleep here
with Bonnie and fill her with another batch of baby-juice and they'll never
know." "Please?" Bonnie said. Well, you already know I have trouble saying
"No." **** Chapter Eleven: I fucked her two more times, once that night, and
then again the next morning, although that one you might say she fucked me,
because I woke up with her on top of me as she sank down on my shaft and
bounced up and down with an enthusiasm that was hard to match so early in the
morning. I left soon after enjoying a breakfast of bacon and eggs prepared by
Grace. She told me on my way out that I should keep having sex with Bonnie,
during our regular tutoring sessions, but not to let Stephanie find out. I kept
a stone face as I agreed, and luckily Bonnie didn't do anything more than grin,
and then, after she paid me for the last couple weeks of tutoring, I left. I
didn't want to be there when Steph came home... I knew she'd find out, but I
wanted some time alone to prepare. I didn't get much. Later that day, both
Bonnie and Stephanie showed up at my door. "See, he'll tell you I'm not making
it up," Bonnie said. Stephanie gave me an expectant look, arms folded over her
chest. "Is it true? Did you have sex with Bonnie already?" "Yeah," I said, and
let them in. "I was supposed to be there!" "I'm sorry. I didn't really have
much choice in the matter." I explained what happened the previous night, the
blackmail, her mother's strange insistence that I get Bonnie pregnant. I guess
Bonnie hadn't told her much more than that we fucked, since it seemed to stun
her. "I can't believe it," she said after I was done. "She was telling the
truth." "Who?" "Mom. I mean, my real Mom." She took a breath. "She swore it was
her Mom's fault she got pregnant with me and Bonnie. I didn't know what to
think. She was drunk, and I never asked her about it later." It was hard to
believe, but she'd just done it to Bonnie, so it wasn't too much of a leap to
suspect she'd do it to their mother, too. Was some other random, lucky guy
blackmailed into fucking that poor girl and getting her pregnant twice? I felt
bad for her, and guilty for my part in perpetuating it. "Are you okay with
this? We can find some way around it... get Bonnie on birth control secretly."
"But I want to have a baby," Bonnie whined. "You do?" She'd seemed positive
about it the night before, but I thought she was just getting into the spirit
of being dirty. She nodded. No explanations were given. "I guess if Bonnie's
okay with it," Stephanie said, "I am too. But it's not right. It should be me
you're getting pregnant." As soon as she said it, I could tell the wheels in
her mind were turning, and she was liking the idea. "Oh no," I said. "We can't
do that. It might blow everything... and Grace would just take that baby too."
I touched my forehead to hers. "When we have a baby, it's going to be ours,
okay? We'll wait until you're out of school at least." That seemed to get to
her. "Okay," she said. We kissed. "I love you." "I love you too." Bonnie spoke
up. "If you guys are done with the mushy stuff, can we do the fun stuff? I
mean, we're here anyway." I was already pretty drained, but I did my best. We
kept it up, our strange three-way relationship, and nothing further blew up in
my face for a while. I still loved Stephanie, which was why I'd never admit
that I probably preferred Bonnie sexually. The little nymph had seemingly
limitless energy and was always horny, while her older sister sometimes had
times where she wasn't especially interested. Luckily, they got along now that
they were pleasuring each other, too, so jealousy tended to be short-lived and
fizzled out instead of growing into resentment. It took until the summer
vacation before we finally got Bonnie pregnant, and Grace let me keep fucking
her after, under the theory it was good for the baby. It was a strange thing,
fucking a pregnant twelve-year old with a visible baby-bump, especially since
pregnancy only seemed to increase her sex drive. Nine months later, she gave
birth to a little girl, Tammy. I wasn't there during the delivery, but I saw
her a few days later. She was beautiful. I wanted to be with her forever. By
the time a few weeks had passed, Grace had already arranged to get custody for
herself. She also told me, bizarrely, to stop having sex with Bonnie, since the
lesson was learned. But she never stopped the tutoring sessions or did anything
to ensure that we actually did stop fucking. We didn't. We took a break for a
while, as having a baby finally seemed to lower Bonnie's sex drive, but after a
few months she was joining me and Stephanie again. Bonnie was less enthusiastic
on taking my jism, unprotected, in her pussy again, but she hadn't entirely
learned her lesson. She still really loved sex, and particularly liked acting
like a porn star. She really liked it when I came all over her face. Grace
never found out about us, or if she did, she never revealed it, and I guess she
never will. Tammy was almost a year old, and we were planning a birthday, when
Stephanie showed up at my place in tears. There had been an accident. Her
brother Jeff had been driving on the highway and a car lost control and slammed
into him. Grace was in the car with him. Jeff died instantly. Grace held on, in
a coma, for a few days, but there was too much damage to vital organs.
Thankfully, Bonnie was babysitting Tammy. It was a tumultuous few days. For a
while, we thought Bonnie and Stephanie would be sent to live with Grace's
eldest son, who lived a few states away. Stephanie was terrified that, in
addition to losing the people she thought of as her mother and brother, she'd
lose me, too. I held her crying in my arms and swore that if that's what it
took, I'd move just to be near her. As it turned out my own parents, who were
good friends with Grace, stepped up, and said Bonnie, Stephanie, and little
Tammy could all move in with them so they wouldn't have to change schools and
could keep as much of a normal routine as possible. Grace's son wasn't in a
position to take in three children. At the funeral, a woman my own age sat
beside me at a quiet time with nobody else around. She looked Asian, and had
short hair done up in a bun, and wore glasses. "You're name's Tim, right?"
"Yeah." "I'm Michele." The name was familiar, but I couldn't place it. It had
been a long day. "Grace was your..." I probed, hoping for a lifeline. I thought
maybe it was the wife of Grace's surviving son. "Mother," she said. "Bonnie and
Stephanie are my daughters. Biologically." "Oh," I said, tensing up. "I'm sorry
for your loss." I'd heard a lot about her. That she was crazy, an alcoholic,
and a drug addict. But, against everything I would have expected, Grace left
the house and most of her assets to her. Maybe it was guilt over what she'd put
her through. "Mom was fucked up. I'm glad she's gone. Jeff was my brother. He
was a good kid." One of the things I'd learned over the past few days was that
he was the one who made Bonnie jack him off on her tongue, but I'd done much
more than that, so I couldn't be angry at him. I privately agreed with her
about Grace, though I'd never admit it. The girls still loved her. "I'm sorry,"
I said again. Then she startled me. "You're the father, aren't you? Of Bonnie's
kid?" "Did she tell you that?" I asked warily. "No. I just see how you look at
her. And I know Mom. You're the type. Quiet. Polite. Clean-shaven. Not Asian."
She sighed. "Let me guess. Mom said she'd call the cops on you if you didn't
get Bonnie pregnant." I was afraid to answer, suspecting a trap. "I don't blame
you. Their father, he was a good guy too." Somebody was approaching, so she
said, "We need to talk about what happens next. Somewhere in private." I met
her in her apartment, across town, which surprised me. I'd always assumed that
she lived far away, but she was nearby the whole time, just living completely
apart from her family. The last time Stephanie had seen her, she was 11. Her
place didn't look like the home of the mad, drunk, druggie Satanist I'd heard
about. It was clean, an average apartment, although there was what looked like
an altar of some sort on a shelf. She caught me eyeing it. "I was into Wicca
for a while," she explained. "I guess I still am. I needed a Higher Power while
trying to get straight, and after what Mom did in his name, I wasn't inclined
to trust Jesus." "So you're sober then?" "Three years now." "Congratulations."
There was an awkward silence. She filled it. "You're wondering why, if I've
been sober three years, I didn't try to see my kids, and just let them stay
with my Mom." "Actually, I'm wondering why you haven't called the police on
me." She smiled. "I told you, I don't blame you. Jimmy... the guy my mother
convinced to rape me, he was a really nice guy. He even wanted to marry me."
The smile turned a little wistful. "It wouldn't have worked." "Because he was
so much older than you?" "Yes, but mostly because I was a lesbian." She sat
down on her couch. "Mom started on me when she caught me kissing a girl. I
guess she thought getting me pregnant would cure me. It didn't work; it just
made me deny it. And I got into drugs, booze." I sat down too, on a chair. "I'm
sorry." "Is that what happened with Bonnie? Was she a lesbian too?" "No." She
looked disappointed when I said it. "She caught her with a boy." "Did you ever
get the feeling she was just looking for an excuse, and getting off on getting
a little girl pregnant?" "The thought had occurred to me." I smiled weakly. It
was uncomfortable being there with her, talking about such intensely personal
things. "I'm probably the one person in the world who'd be less screwed up if
my mother just asked me to eat her out." I stared, and she laughed. "I'm sorry,
was that too shocking for you?" "It's just surprising." "Well, it's about to
get more surprising. I'm sure you like fucking Bonnie. I don't care, as long as
she's happy with it. In fact, if you help me out, I'll let you guys go at it
anytime you want." "What do you want?" "I want my kids back. I should have done
it years before. But I can't do it alone, and Tammy needs a father around. If
you be Tammy's father, I'll let you keep carrying on with Bonnie." It sounded
good. Too good to be true. "I can't. If I admitted to being her father, I'd go
to jail... and my family would disown me." "That's why you don't do that. I've
thought about this. We just pretend you're dating me. I'm not really in a place
to be in a relationship anyway. You can even move in with me, and pretend you
just came to think of Tammy as your own. Please? It would be perfect." "Why
would you..." "I told you," she said. "Tammy needs a father around. And I don't
really have a lot of experience being a mother, either. And I can't afford
three kids on my own. That's a big part of it. Mostly, I need somebody to keep
me honest. I'm still pretty fucked up. The reason I didn't try to get my kids
back before was I was afraid I'd abuse them more than Mom would. I'm afraid if
I'm on my own I'd slip one night and teach them how to eat pussy." I didn't say
anything. It was like she looked at me and read my mind. "Holy fuck," she said.
"You didn't." I still didn't say a word, just froze in a state of quiet panic.
"Wow... she made you fuck both of them?" But Michele didn't seem angry, just
surprised. "I could see that, I guess, but I'm surprised Stephanie didn't get
pregnant. And I can't imagine her letting you make them do anything together."
I somehow got the feeling I could trust her. Maybe it was her admission that
she thought about touching her kids, and was going to allow me to continue on
with Bonnie. "Grace didn't make us do anything. Stephanie came on to me. I kind
of fell for her. Bonnie caught us and wanted to get involved." I shrugged.
"Grace only started blackmailing me after I was already involved with both of
them." "Okay, I need to know the whole story." So I told her. I could see a lot
of her body language was similar to her daughters'. She was aroused, leaning
forward eagerly, legs squeezed together, especially when I told her about
Bonnie and Stephanie eating each other out. Her hand played around her pants.
"Fuck, I'm wet," she said when I was done. "I don't think you're going to be
the best person to keep me honest." "Probably not," I agreed. "I guess I'm
pretty fucked up too. We could have a fucked up contest and I'm not sure who'd
win." "I think it'd be me, because I still think us all moving in together is a
great idea." She was right, because I had my doubts. But as usual, I let myself
be talked into it. **** Epilogue: So, that's how my bizarre little family got
started. It works out well, even if nobody outside would understand it. Tammy's
almost five now, Stephanie's in college, and Bonnie's about to graduate high
school with honors. My parents are even proud of me for getting involved with
Michele and raising Tammy like my own. If they only knew the truth I don't
think they'd be so proud. We're pretty happy together, but I think I have the
best deal of all. In Stephanie, I have the woman I love romantically, a sweet
woman who turned out to have the best developed motherly instinct of any of us.
In Bonnie, I have the wild sexpot, willing to do anything, including eating out
her mother. Michele turned out to be very similar to me in personality, so
we've become great friends, even if I'm the only one in the house other than
Tammy who hasn't touched her sexually. And as for Tammy herself, well, I have a
beautiful little child that I love more than anything in the world. When
Stephanie gets out of college, we'll start working on our second. Who would
have thought being a doormat would turn out so well? I'm still as much a
pushover as ever, and everybody in the house knows it by now. Even little
Tammy's already learned that all she has to do is say "Please" and bat her eyes
and I'll spoil her rotten. The other three take advantage of me too, but more
lovingly so. It's not so bad. Sure, I do way more than my share of the chores
and it may have been months since I've used my paycheck for anything for
myself, but it's been almost that long since I've had to masturbate, too. I
wouldn't trade my life for anybody else's in the world. I still worry that it's
all going to end some day, but right now, I'm happy. I'm sure you're wondering,
but no, I've never touched Tammy. She's my beautiful little angel, and I don't
think of her in that way. She's my daughter, not my lover, and that's how I
plan to keep it the rest of my life. Unless, I guess, one night, when she's
older, she comes to me and says "Please...." The End