Disclaimer
The following story is a work of fiction. The characters and events exist only
in the imagination of the author.
Our little band had been playing Cajun music for some time and we were getting
pretty good. We liked the really old stuff and it was going through some sort
of revival in our community and much of the South. I had just turned fifteen
and my friend Lindsay and I were the lead vocalists. She had just turned
fourteen and had an incredible voice. Lindsay's little sister Denise was nine
and loved to hang with us whenever we practiced or performed. Her voice was
developing nicely but her real love was dancing to the Cajun music and she was
very good. We had developed a little dance routine for her. The crowds
generally loved the combination of music and dance.
Lindsay and Denise were both extremely attractive; not just to me, everyone
seemed to feel that way. That didn't hurt our growing popularity. Lindsay had a
killer body as well. She had long, sexy legs, great breasts and thanks to her
love for soccer and gymnastics, had great muscle tone. Denise was a miniature
version of Lindsay. Her little nipples had begun to dent her tight shirts and
I'm not sure it's too much of an exaggeration to say that she had the most
incredible butt on the planet. She'd always wear either a short skirt or tight
jeans to our performances and when she launched onto the dance floor, the eyes
of every guy in the place locked onto her sweet ass. She may have just been
nine, but you couldn't help but look. There is just something about Cajun
dancing that seems to accentuate the girl's bottom. Denise not only had the
bottom, she had the moves to really light up a crowd. It had taken awhile, but
I had finally learned to dance with a raging hard-on.
Our standard routine was to start off with two or three of our most popular
songs with Denise singing with us and/or keeping the timing going with her
tambourine. Then the group would do a long instrumental or a Lindsay solo
number and Denise and I would exit to the dance floor and get the crowd into
the music. That would nearly always get the couples out on the floor. Cajuns
love to dance. That seemed to take the energy to another level. We played off
that energy and could usually keep it up for our whole performance. When we
felt it waning or there were not enough couples dancing, Denise and I would
dance again and re-ignite the crowd. I'd return to the microphone to sing and
play guitar and Denise would often stay on the dance floor and dance with the
guys who would queue up to take her for a whirl. There were some adults who
talked to the girls' mom about us sexually exploiting a nine-year-old girl, but
she just figuratively flipped them off. "It was none of their #@*&% business."
Lindsay and I were really close, but hadn't ever felt like boy/girl friends.
That doesn't mean we didn't occasionally flirt with each other in a sexy sort
of way. Then one night Lindsay called me. I could tell she was in the dumps.
"What' the matter, Girl?" I inquired.
"I was supposed to meet Derrick at the mall but Mom and Dad decided to go to a
party and I have to stay home with Denise. It really sucks," she told me. "What
are you doing tonight?"
"Not much," I admitted. "Jen didn't want to do anything today. I think it's
that time. I've been working on a new tune, anyway. Guess I'll have time to
work on it."
"Yeah. You want to come over and work on it here?" she wondered.
"What'll your folks think about that?" I was curious.
"They'll be pissed if they find out; but Denise is getting pretty cool about
not blabbing to them," she told me. "The last time she got me in trouble, I
made her pay big time. You remember when I wouldn't let her go to that gig we
had down on the coast? She begged me for two days to let her go. When I didn't,
I guess she cried herself to sleep that night. Mom tried to make me feel guilty
for not letting her go. But I didn't give a shit; she deserved it. Anyway, she
swore she wouldn't tattle again."
"That's cool," I said. "Well, I'll come over if you're sure."
I rode my bike over and we spent a couple of hours working on the new song.
Denise joined us after promising not to say anything about me being there. We
had a great time and made some real progress on the song. The Creole verse we
wrote would become a trademark of all our music. We really got excited when we
put it all together, recorded it and played it back.
"Holy shit! That's good!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah," Lindsay agreed.
"Oh my god, this could be a hit!" Denise gushed.
We were still relishing in our success when the phone rang. The girls' mom
called and reminded Denise that she needed to get to bed.
"But Mom," Denise protested. "It's not even a school night."
"Right. But you have cheer practice at nine o'clock and I'm not going to
struggle to get you up and around tomorrow," her mom warned her. "You need to
be sharp tomorrow so get to bed!"
"Yes ma'am," Denise reluctantly agreed.
After Denise retired to her bedroom, Lindsay and I continued to tweak the song,
but kept the volume down. Eventually, we got tired and decided to just relax
and pop some popcorn. We turned on the TV and began watching a movie that
neither of us cared much about.
I don't quite know how it happened or why it happened, but the next thing I
knew, Lindsay and I were making out on the couch. Prior to this, we had kissed
a couple of times and didn't feel like there was anything there. But now, we
were all over each other and the heat was building fast. It all happened so
fast. Lindsay's shirt came unbuttoned and her bra unhooked. Then both our jeans
came off, followed by our underwear. My dick slipped into her juicy cunt and we
began thumping each other. I was struggling with all my will not to lose it
before Lindsay. Just as I felt I couldn't hold out any longer, Lindsay began to
peak and it took me over the top. I knew I should have pulled out, but I was so
out of control, I spewed my seed deep into her teenage cunt. As we were
starting to regain control, I looked into the hall and thought I noticed
Denise's bedroom door ease shut.
"Oh hell, we're in deep shit," I thought.
We just held each other and kissed lightly.
"God Brian, what was that about?" Lindsay finally managed to ask.
"I don't have a clue," I whispered. "I hope we're not in trouble. I shot my
load in you."
"I just got over my period two days ago," she told me. "We're ok. God that felt
good. I've heard about getting there on a guy's dick, but that was the first
for me. It was incredible. You're incredible."
"I don't know about that," I said, humbly. "But I know I've never cum that
hard."
I decided not to say anything about Denise's door, since I wasn't totally sure
of what I saw. I was so caught up in my orgasm, it might have not even
happened. If it did, I sure hoped Denise had learned her lesson and wouldn't
squeal on us to her parents.
Even though the sex was incredible, Lindsay and I still didn't feel like we
were a couple. We agreed that we were good friends who might occasionally fuck
each other. We both laughed at that, but agreed that was likely where we were.
As it turned out, Lindsay was right about not getting pregnant. Fourteen and
pregnant would totally suck. She talked her mom into getting her on birth
control, supposedly to help with her periods. Apparently, Denise never said
anything and I decided I had just imagined her door closing.
We applied for a copyright on the new song, Bayou Black, and it quickly became
popular at all our performances. Over the next few months we followed that one
with three others. Lindsay and I seemed to feed off each other in writing songs
and Denise added her touch.
I came home from school one day and found Mom reading a letter in the kitchen.
"You'd better read this," she told me, without much expression.
She handed me the letter and when I read it I nearly fell over. It was from a
recording company that wanted to talk to us about a recording contract. They
had been sent a video that someone had taken at one of our performances and
liked what they saw and heard, although they said the video was really
amateurish.
"Shit!" I mumbled.
"Watch your mouth, Brian," Mom scolded me.
"Does this actually mean what it sounds like?" I asked.
Mom came over and put her arms around me.
"It does, Brian. They want to talk. They're interested in a contract. They want
to record you guys," she assured me. "I'm so proud of you. I knew you could do
it. I've read this about ten times since it came. We need to call them and see
how they want to proceed."
"Should we talk to the others?" I wondered.
"Let's make the call first since they sent the letter to us," she told me.
"Then we'll have enough information to have an intelligent conversation."
We called the person who sent the letter and Mom did most of the talking. They
wanted us to come to Nashville and make a test recording. If the powers-to-be
liked it, they'd make a music video. "Us" meant Lindsay, Denise and me. That
was going to be rough for the others in our group, but we were the only ones
they were willing to pay the transportation and related travel expense for. I
decided I'd be disappointed later. Right now I wanted to scream to high heaven
and make a beeline to let Lindsay and Denise know. I was heading out the door
when Mom stopped me and suggested she would take me so we could talk to the
girls' parents.
I thought Denise and Lindsay were going to pee in their pants. They danced
around the kitchen hugging, high-fiving and kissing everyone in their kitchen.
After we calmed down a bit, we left the moms to talk and Lindsay, Denise and I
went outside to continue celebrating.
Over the next few days, reality set in. My mom and the girls' mom and dad
struggled to figure out how to pull off the trip. They all three worked and
wouldn't be able to easily take time off. I don't think there was ever any
doubt in anyone's mind that we were going, it was just a matter of who would go
with us. Eventually, Lindsay, Denise and I began to lobby hard for us to go
alone. At first none of the adults took us seriously, but as it got tougher for
them to figure out anything else, they started to warm to the idea. The moms
began to talk to the wife of the studio manager, Mrs. Murphy. She volunteered
to chaperone us while we were in Nashville. She had done so with several other
young groups and it had worked out so far. We were familiar with some of the
groups and my mom finally called the mom of one of the bluegrass group's star
and quizzed her about their experience. I guess that was what convinced Mom
that we would be ok going alone.
A couple of weeks later, here were the three of us sitting on a plane getting
ready to take off for Nashville. I had called dibs on the aisle seat and
Lindsay had done the same on the window. This left Denise stuck in the middle
seat. It didn't matter that much, since she was short and didn't have to
contend with a stranger sitting next to her. She had worn a short khaki skirt
and it didn't take long for it to ride up almost to her panties. When I leaned
forward to get into the seat pocket, I could easily see her hot pink panties.
"Cute panties," I teased her.
"You can't see them, can you?" she challenged.
"Hot pink with a cute little crease down the middle!" I assured her.
"Brian!" Lindsay fussed. "I don't think we need that much detail."
"Oh well," Denise sighed. "I don't care if you see."
"How about that flight attendant who keeps walking by and peaking," I teased
her.
"Are you sure he's not looking at you?" she pushed back.
I made numerous trips in and out of the seat pocket and in my pack stowed under
the seat. Denise didn't seem to mind my frequent glances and even turned
slightly toward me, giving me great peaks at those cute panties and her just
turned ten-year-old pussy pressing obscenely into them.
It seemed like we had hardly leveled off when we started to descend again. We
made our way down to the baggage area to collect our luggage. While we were
waiting for it to arrive, I called the number we had been instructed to call
after we landed. Mrs. Murphy answered the phone.
"Hi Brian," she answered. "Y'all must be here, huh?"
"Yes ma'am. We're waiting for our luggage," I let her know.
She told me where to go after our bags arrived and how to recognize her and the
van they were in. We followed her instructions and a few minutes later, we were
loading our bags into their van with the help of Dale, Mrs. Murphy's seventeen-
year-old son. He was also a musician and would be the drummer for us.
They took us to the studio to meet Mr. Murphy, the studio manager and to get
comfortable with the surroundings. We spent a couple of hours there and then
Dale and Mrs. Murphy drove us to the hotel. She checked us in and accompanied
us to our rooms.
"We are so lucky to get these rooms," she told us. "This place is usually
totally booked this time of year. When I called the other day, they had just
had a cancellation of this two-bedroom suite. Otherwise we would have had to
put y'all into a hotel that is thirty minutes further away and worse than that
in rush hour traffic."
"It's a really nice hotel," Lindsay told her and Denise and I agreed; although
I had always imagined a hotel "suite" to be something other than two adjacent
rooms with a common door.
"Why don't we go downstairs to the restaurant and have dinner and then we will
leave you to unpack and you can go swimming, watch TV or just relax," she told
us. "We will want to get started pretty early in the morning, so you'll need to
turn in early. And of course, you know not to leave the hotel for any reason
and to stay together. Never venture away from the others alone, right?"
We all acknowledged our agreement and the five of us had dinner in the hotel's
restaurant. After dinner, we all walked around the common area of the hotel and
admired the amenities available to guests. It didn't take long to recognize
that Dale was showing more than a passing interest in Lindsay. She was clearly
flirting back at him.
"Oh well," I thought. "Nothing I can do about it. I just hope he doesn't
completely shoot me out of the water with her." I had been imagining some great
sex with her: sex in a bed without worrying about a parent catching us. Denise
was the only problem I had been concerned about - until now.
After Dale and Mrs. Murphy left, we unpacked our bags, put on our swimsuits and
went for a swim. The water was pretty cool which just made the hot tub feel
better.
"We'd probably better start thinking about getting our showers and getting
ready for bed," I finally suggested.
"Yeah. Right," Lindsay agreed. "You know our moms will be calling soon and we'd
better be safely tucked in our rooms and ready for bed."
After my shower I put on a clean pair of jockeys and turned down one of the
beds for the night. I sat on top of the sheets since it was warm and the shower
had heated me up. I turned on my laptop and began to write another verse to a
song that had been rolling around in my head.
"Knock, knock," Lindsay said, as she came through the door that joined our
hotel rooms. Denise was following her. They both were wearing just tee shirts
and panties.
"No pajamas?" Lindsay wondered.
"The last pair of pajamas I remember having had feet in them," I admitted.
They both laughed.
"Cute panties," Denise retaliated for the comment on the plane.
"Oh well," Lindsay said. "I guess we're not any better with just panties and
short tees. Anyway, we're kinda' like family, so I guess it's ok."
"Family?" I wondered out loud. "So we're like brother and sisters?"
They both laughed again then just plopped down on the bed beside me. They
wanted to see what I was writing and I let them read what I had written so far.
"Hey, that's pretty good," Lindsay let me know. "Do you have a tune in mind?"
"It's still a little rough, but it goes something like this," I told them. Then
I sang them what I had come up with so far. Both girls were sitting cross-
legged, Indian style and giving me a perfect view of their panties. I could
make out both their slits and pussy lips, especially Denise's since she was
totally hairless.
"Nice tune!" Denise offered. "Hey, let's see if we can do another verse or
two."
A few minutes later, Lindsay's cell phone began to ring with a call from her
mother.
"Hey Mom," Lindsay answered. "Yeah, we're all together and nearly ready to turn
in."
Her mom asked her to put the phone on speaker and we all said "hi". Then I
heard my mom's voice. They had set up a conference call so they could both talk
to all of us. We filled them in on the day's activity and what the plan was for
tomorrow.
"You kids need to get to sleep. It sounds like you are going to need all your
energy for tomorrow," my mom ended the conversation.
Lindsay moved over next to me and wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big
hug.
"Nite, Bro'. Sleep tight," she teased me and then gave me a quick brotherly
kiss.
"'Bro'?" I asked. I didn't like the sound of that since brothers and sisters
didn't usually do what I was hoping would happen tonight, after Denise fell
asleep.
Lindsay just giggled as she walked toward their room. I stood up to put up my
laptop and Denise walked toward me.
"Hey, don't I get a hug?" she wanted to know.
I turned and she literally jumped into my arms, wrapping her arms and legs
tightly around me. This put her crotch right on my dick, which was still about
half hard from staring at their cute pussies. I grabbed both her sweet ass
cheeks and squeezed them tight to hold her up. Denise really surprised me by
pressing her crotch tight against my dick. Then she planted a hard kiss right
on my lips. I pulled her in even tighter and she actually began to grind her
crotch against mine.
"Come to bed, Denise," Lindsay called from the other room.
I slowly lowered Denise to the floor by letting her slide through my hands. I
kept my hands loosely touching her sides and they slipped up to her chest,
under her tee. When they reached her little, swollen nipples, I rubbed them
both and rolled them gently between my thumbs and fingers. Denise looked up,
smiled and sighed.
"Wow," I thought, as Denise hustled out. "What the shit?"
I turned off the lights and climbed into bed still puzzled by Denise's strong
"come on", and my reaction.
"She's just barely ten," I warned myself.
I had just begun to dose when I heard a rustle and then felt Lindsay climb onto
my bed and slide under the covers.
"Are you awake?" she whispered.
"Awake and horny as hell," I assured her.
"Good," she giggled.
We began to kiss and rub on each other and quickly had our nightclothes off. My
dick was rock-hard and Lindsay's pussy was dripping wet. Later, she told me she
had been lightly rubbing her happy button while she waited for Denise to fall
asleep. We slammed our bodies together and my dick buried in her hot hole.
There wasn't much foreplay. I guess the whole day had been a sort of foreplay.
Dale had turned on Lindsay and Denise had clearly gotten to me. We just started
humping each other hard, slapping our bodies together and not worrying about
making too much noise. Finally, I realized that we were thumping the headboard
against the wall and would surely wake Denise, since the beds in the girls'
room were on the adjacent wall. I took the towel I had used to dry my hair and
stuck it between the wall and the headboard to absorb the pounding.
I was trying hard not to cum too quickly, since Lindsay always made a big deal
out of me being able to hold off until she got there; but I was so worked up it
was clear I wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer. Just as I realized
that I was losing it, Lindsay began her now-familiar shaking and moaning and
began to blast into a giant orgasm.
"Oh fuck!" I mumbled as the cum began to boil out and erupt up my dick. It
rocketed my sperm deep into Lindsay's spasming pussy. We continued to thrash
each other as Lindsay milked me dry. My dick did what it had only done one
other time: it softened a bit, but not enough to slip out and then it hardened
again. Lindsay didn't back off. She kept humping up to me and then went nuts
with several more waves of intense, sexual pleasure.
"Oh my god, Brian," she finally managed to get out through clinched teeth. "You
made me cum twice or more or... I'm not sure how many times. I thought that was
just a myth."
We collapsed onto our sides and held each other close until we both fell
asleep. Twice more during the night we tried to repeat that performance, but
never quite got back to that level.
"Shit," I told Lindsay. "I'm not sure we can ever duplicate that. My whole
insides seemed to explode with that orgasm."
"I know," she agreed. "But I guess we'll just have to keep trying."
We both chuckled.
"I'd better get back to our room before Denise realizes I'm gone," she finally
sighed. "I'm getting the feeling she may already be wise to us. What do you
think?"
"I think you may be right," I agreed. "Let's just hope she stays cool."
The next day was much harder than any of us had expected. I guess we had all
just imagined a performance like we had done so many times before. It didn't
turn out that way. We had to keep repeating the same songs over and over again.
Some of the new musicians accompanying us were not that familiar with Cajun
music. There was a learning curve that they had to go through in order to get
to an authentic Cajun sound. I was proud of Lindsay and me sticking together to
insist on authenticity. I think Mr. Murphy also appreciated our tenacity,
although it was costing the studio time and money. But, we also had a lot of
fun. The musicians were certainly more accomplished than the guys we were used
to. Denise and I did numerous rounds of dance. Since this was just a test
recording, we didn't have an audience or other dancers or even a real dance
floor. It was hard to gear up to the energy levels we were used to. That made
us realize how important the crowd's energy was to our performance.
Finally, in early afternoon, Mr. Murphy called for a lunch break. He told us to
take a couple of hours to give us time to eat and rest a little. He also
suggested that Denise switch from her tight jeans to a short denim skirt. Mrs.
Murphy and Dale took us to lunch and then to a nearby mall.
"Denise, how about us going to find you a new outfit for this afternoon's
session?" Mrs. Murphy asked.
Dale invited Lindsay to walk down to a music store with him. He had been
looking at a new set of drums and wanted to show Lindsay. I decided to go with
Mrs. Murphy and Denise and leave Lindsay and Dale to themselves.
At a clothing store that specialized in kids' and juniors' sizes, Mrs. Murphy
bought Denise a new skirt and top. The skirt was even shorter than what Denise
was used to wearing. She was going to look so damned hot! Mrs. Murphy got a
call and told us she needed to get back to the studio and she would call us
when it was time to pick us up. She also gave Denise enough cash to buy some
accessories for her new outfit. After she left, Denise and I continued to shop.
She spent all the cash and dipped into some of her own birthday money to buy
some cool stuff, including a new matching bra and panties. They were
ridiculously tiny and thin.
"Shit, Denise!" I exclaimed. "That is too hot! Are you sure you're gonna be ok
wearing that?"
"Well, yeah," she assured me. "Why not? I mean under the skirt and top, who's
going to see them?"
"Maybe no one," I suggested. "But knowing you have that on underneath, I'll
have to hide my hard-on."
Denise just giggled. "That'll just make you look really hot, too. I'm sure Mr.
Murphy intends for both of us to look sexy for the video. It kinda' makes me
feel like a slut, though."
"Yeah, or a piece of meat," I concurred. "Oh well. That's just part of it, I
guess."
When we got back to the studio, Mr. Murphy had added several new musicians to
the group. They were more familiar with the Cajun sound and rhythm and we
quickly could tell the difference. We worked hard for several more hours and
finally Mr. Murphy told us to take a break. He wanted to upload the latest
recording to the "folks upstairs", whoever they were. The girls, Dale and I
walked onto the courtyard that was surrounded by the building housing the
studio and several other businesses. It had a nice little goldfish pond with a
fountain, sitting area and refreshment center. Dale and Lindsay went one way,
Denise and I another. Denise asked me to help her onto a wall that surrounded
the pond. I picked her up and set her on the wall. She continued to hold my
arms close to her waist and I just held on.
"If you stand right there, no one can see up my skirt," she told me.
Her little, short skirt barely covered her panties. I leaned back and enjoyed
the view of her hot, new panties.
"No one but me," I teased her. Denise just giggled.
"Oh yeah," she remembered. "You need to hang a little closer if I have to
change clothes again. Mr. Murphy opened the door to that little dressing room
just as I was starting to step into this skirt. All I had on were these panties
and bra. He let me know it was time to get started again, but it was clear he
was staring at my near naked body. It was real creepy. The lock on the door was
busted. The little knob just spun around and never locked."
"No shit!" I told her. "Yeah, I'll go with you next time."
Lindsay walked up to join us. Dale was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Dale?" I asked.
"Oh he had to go back inside," she let us know. "Um... I need to ask y'all
something. Denise, you have to promise not to breathe a word of this."
"God, Lindsay, I wish you'd quit treating me like a child," Denise shot back at
her. "If I was going to get you in trouble, I wouldn't need anything new!"
"I'm sorry, but I just have to make sure," Lindsay continued. "I think Dale
wants to come to the hotel tonight instead of going to his apartment; but I
didn't agree to it until I had a chance to see if you two would be ok with it."
I felt a twinge of what must have been jealousy or resentment or something. I
didn't like it, but I knew Lindsay and I had been honest with each other and
had agreed not to interfere with the other's social life.
"It's ok," I managed without much enthusiasm.
"Fine," Denise added, clearly not bothered as much as I was.
Nothing more was said for an uncomfortable minute or two, as Lindsay breathed a
sigh of relief.
"So is Dale going to get a room? What if the hotel is full? And what do we say
when Mom calls?" Denise broke the silence.
"Umm... well, I don't know. I haven't really thought this through, obviously,"
Lindsay answered.
"Obviously," Denise fired back.
"Well, they probably won't have a room and I doubt he could afford it if they
did. And I'm sure Mom will call," Lindsay thought out loud. "So what if we took
one room and you two shared the other. There are two beds and we are kinda'
like family."
"Yeah, the brother/sisters thing," I took a shot at her.
"Hey, if y'all don't want me to do this just say so. Ok?" Lindsay insisted.
"It's ok," Denise assured her. "At least with me."
"I'm ok with it, too," I admitted. "It's just that it happened so soon. You two
just met and you don't really know shit about him."
"I know you're right," Lindsay sighed. "But we may only be here another day or
so. There's not time to just see what happens. There's just something about him
that totally turns me on."
It seemed like we were all in agreement. Lindsay would fuck Dale the Drummer
and Denise and I would... oh shit. What would Denise and I be doing? I was
still standing in front of her leaning into the wall. Her legs were straddling
mine and my hands were still around her waist. I looked at her and clearly
detected a wry little smile and a scary twinkle in her eyes.
We were summoned back into the studio. The musicians were putting away their
instruments and Mr. Murphy came toward us with a big smile on his face.
"Good news, kids," he told us. "They love you upstairs. We got nothing but
'thumbs up' from all of them. You have no idea how rare that is."
We hugged each other and Mr. Murphy joined in a little too readily, I decided.
He spent way too much time hugging the girls. He backed off when Mrs. Murphy
joined us.
"We'll pick you guys up sometime tomorrow morning, but we'll call first," he
informed us. "It will take awhile to get everything set up for the video. Just
make sure you are well rested and ready for another hard day's work."
We began to exit toward the front door while Mr. and Mrs. Murphy continued to
talk. Then she and Dale drove us back to the hotel. On the way Mrs. Murphy told
us she would likely pick us up around mid-morning, as soon as the stores in the
mall opened. Mr. Murphy and the bosses had suggestions for new outfits for all
three of us.
"They really liked the sexy little skirt, Denise and actually suggested we
might want to go even further," she admitted. "You too, Lindsay; and you too,
Brian. Y'all are probably not used to having to flaunt it like this, but if
you're going to make it in this business, you will have to get used to it. Sex
sells! And you three are very attractive."
"I'm not wearing a skirt!" I told them.
Everyone got a big laugh out of that.
"No, but they want you in a pair of jeans that shows off your... well, you
know," Mrs. Murphy politely told me.
When we got to the hotel we asked if it would be ok if we just went to our
rooms and ordered room service or a pizza. We were ready to just kick back and
relax.
"Of course," Mrs. Murphy agreed. "You kids have worked your tails off today and
everyone had good things to say about you and your work ethic and attitudes.
You can't imagine how difficult some performers can be. You earned an evening
to just relax and enjoy the hotel."
We thanked her and headed to our room, as she and Dale drove away. We decided
to order pizza from a nearby pizza place that delivered to the hotel. Then we
all three got more comfortable and stripped down to our undies. The girls
flopped down on one of the beds and I settled into a comfortable chair and
propped my feet on their bed.
"Jeez, Denise," Lindsay noted, looking at her bra and panties. "Did Mrs. Murphy
pick out those for you?"
"Huh uh. Brian and I picked them out after she left. Why?" Denise wanted to
know.
"I can't wait until Mom finds those in the laundry. She'll shit," Lindsay
promised.
"Probably, but she's gonna' have to get used to us being whores," Denise
answered.
"Looking like whores maybe," Lindsay corrected her.
"Yeah? Who are you sleeping with tonight?" Denise pushed it. "And if he has his
way, Mr. Murphy will do both of us."
"I'm not doing it with Dale because I owe him anything and why would you say
that about Mr. Murphy?" Lindsay responded, angrily.
Denise told the story of Mr. Murphy opening the dressing room door and staring
at her petite body.
"And how about the way he hugged you tonight?" she asked Leslie. "He squeezed
you so hard it totally flattened your tits against his fat belly. And he
squeezed me the same way. He also gave my ass cheek a squeeze."
"Well, I'm not going to let him or anyone else touch me unless I want them to.
I'll scratch his eyes out! You need to make sure he doesn't try anything with
you either. God you're just ten!" she warned.
Denise didn't say anything but when she looked at me I noted that same wry
smile and twinkle in her eye. Devious! Yeah that was it.
"Well we should get some other clothes on," Lindsay finally announced. "The
pizza will be here soon and if Dale makes it he should be here soon, too. Y'all
still want to go for a swim?"
"Why do we need to change? Brian or Dale can sign for the pizza. My swimsuit
doesn't cover up much more than this," Denise noted, referring to her bra and
panties.
"Yes it does, Denise. You can see right through those. And besides it's the
idea of it. Underwear sends a signal," Lindsay was vehement. "Crap, if Dale
sees you dressed like that he'll probably dump me and take a run at you."
I chuckled at that, but agreed with Lindsay. I got up to go to my room and took
a long hard look at Denise. Shit, she might as well have been naked. My poor
dick throbbed in pain, again. All day I'd tried to keep it wadded up in my
jeans so it would show off my package, such as it was; but not be so obvious
that I had a nearly non-stop, erectile reaction to Denise's killer body in that
sexy outfit. I went to my room and changed into my swimsuit. The pizza arrived
and we decided to take it down to the pool area, where we each ate a couple of
pieces and then jumped into the cool water. We had all three settled into the
hot tub when Dale finally showed up.
"Sorry it took so long. Mom wanted to do some shopping before taking her home,"
he told Lindsay.
"That's ok," Lindsay assured him. "Have some pizza?"
She climbed out of the hot tub with Dale's eyes glued to her body. He was
clearly impressed with the unbelievable body beneath her little bikini. She
wrapped up her upper body in a towel and took a seat at the table with Dale.
She pulled her knees up to her chest, which left her bikini-clad pussy clearly
visible. No subtlety here. Dale could hardly take his eyes off her crotch.
Denise and I continued to enjoy the hot tub and just visited about the
incredible day we had just completed. After a few minutes, Denise and I decided
to return to the suite.
"I guess I need to move my stuff to your room," Denise told me. There was that
look again.
We went to the suite and I helped Denise gather her clothes and move them to my
room. We put her suitcase on one of the beds and opened it so she could get to
her clothes. We heard Dale and Lindsay enter the other room.
"Oh, you're getting your things moved," Lindsay said, as she walked into my
room. "Hey Brian are y'all through swimming for tonight?"
"Yeah, I'm through," I told her and Denise agreed.
"Do you think that Dale could borrow your swimsuit? He didn't have one at his
folks' place and his apartment is forty-five minutes away," she explained.
Without thinking, I just whipped off my suit and tossed it to her.
"Jeez, Brian, Denise is right here," Lindsay fumed.
Denise just laughed and I disappeared into the bathroom. I realized that I
hadn't completely overcome that resentment or whatever. I started to take a pee
and when I looked in the mirror, Denise was standing in the doorway still
smiling and looking me over.
"You're pissed, aren't you?" she asked.
"I don't know," I answered.
"It's ok. You should be. You banged her brains out last night and this is how
she thanks you," Denise tried to console me.
"You know about that?" I asked, while shaking the pee drop off my dick.
"Yeah. And lots of the other times, too. You two must think I'm a real idiot,"
she chuckled.
I pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the water.
"So you're going to shower now?" Denise asked.
"Uh, well. Oh, would you like to go first..." I stammered, after remembering we
were now sharing the room.
"Or we could take our showers together," she interrupted. "Help save the planet
and all?"
I just laughed, nervously and continued to adjust the water temperature while
Denise removed her swimsuit top and bottom and dropped them in the sink. After
she put on a shower cap, she climbed into the shower with me. We just stood
there looking at each other. We switched around so we could both enjoy the warm
water stream. I picked up the little bottle of shampoo and Denise took it away
from me.
"Let me do this," she told me, as she began to lather up my hair. "Ok, close
your eyes."
She then began to spread the excess lather over my face, neck, shoulders and
chest. She turned me around and did the same to my upper back.
"Ok, you can rinse," she told me.
After rinsing off the shampoo, I picked up my razor and the bar of soap and
began to lather up my face to shave. My beard was still a bit scraggly, but I
still had to shave every day. Denise was watching me shave and then she took
the bar of soap and began to lather up her hands.
"Turn around," she ordered.
"Oh shit," I thought as I complied.
She began to wash my butt cheeks and then worked her small hand into the crack
of my ass. She giggled as she slipped a soapy finger into my ass.
"God you have a great butt, Brian!" she said softly.
"Thanks, Denise. So do you," I returned the compliment.
The next thing I knew, Denise had turned me around and was slowly stroking my
totally erect dick with both her soapy little hands. I knew this was so wrong,
but was powerless to stop it.
The bathroom door opened suddenly, and Lindsay called out, "Brian? Denise? What
in the hell do you two think you're doing?"
She pulled back the shower curtain and just stared in disbelief as Denise
continued to stroke my hard pole.
"It's called a shower, I think," Denise answered sarcastically.
"Oh god, I can't believe this," Lindsay mumbled, as she tossed my swimsuit into
the sink with Denise's.
"Change your mind about going swimming?" I managed to ask.
"Yeah. Dale is afraid he might get in trouble if too many people notice a
seventeen-year-old guy hanging out with me... with us," she explained.
Then she just sighed and left, shutting the door behind her.
"She's jealous," Denise chuckled.
"Jealous?" I wondered.
"Yeah. She picked the little drummer boy and I get you!" she laughed.
Denise and I continued to wash each other. I was amazed at how sexy her tiny
body was. Were we really going to mess around? Was I going to pop her cherry?
Did she still have a cherry? Could a girl her age actually do it? I had plenty
of questions, but realized that I had totally lost control of the situation. I
was going to go along with whatever Denise felt like doing.
"So is it going to hurt when you stick this in me?" she asked as she continued
to slowly stroke the length of my hard dick with both hands. "You're the first,
you know. This is the first time I've even touched one of these."
"I'm not sure, Denise. I've never broken through one of those things," I
admitted.
"Not Lindsay's?" she asked in surprise.
"Nope. It was already gone," I told her.
"Oh well. If it does, it does. Just go slow, ok?" she wanted some assurance.
"Ok. If you're sure you want to do it?" I tried to get her to think about what
was happening.
"You're kidding, right?" she left little room for doubt.
A few minutes later we had dried and climbed into bed together. We began to
kiss and rub each other's naked bodies. I had to keep reminding myself to slow
down. Denise was sure to experience some pain; or at least, that is what I had
heard. She deserved to also experience the pleasure of loving intercourse and
hopefully, a giant orgasm.
"You do have orgasms?" I asked.
"Duh!" she assured me, with an attitude.
We were just starting to build up a head of steam when the headboard in the
other room started banging against the wall. I tried to ignore it, but it just
kept getting louder. Finally, I rolled over and told Denise, "They're going to
get us in trouble with all that noise."
Denise agreed and followed me as I got up and walked into the other room. I
grabbed a small towel from the bathroom and walked toward the bed where Dale
was seated and leaning against the headboard and Lindsay was straddling him.
She was riding his dick hard and pressing him into the headboard.
They stopped their pounding as I stuck the towel between the headboard and the
wall. Both Lindsay and Dale looked at me, my hard dick and then at Denise who
was standing naked right beside me.
"You're making too much noise," I warned them. "Someone is going to hear and
figure out what is going on."
"Ok. Yeah, you're right," Lindsay agreed, breathlessly.
Dale glanced at my hard dick. He had both hands squeezing Lindsay's sweet
cheeks and pulling her hard onto his dick. "Hey Dude," Dale asked. "You want to
do her ass?"
I just stared at him in disbelief, as did Lindsay. "No thanks, I'm gonna' do
her sister," I told him.
Denise and I turned and left arm-in-arm as Dale and Lindsay returned to their
fucking. It only took Denise and me a few minutes to get heated up again and
this time I was ready to try to enter my first virgin cunt. I spent a few
wonderful minutes eating out Denise's sweet pussy while she worked over my dick
with her inexperienced mouth. This may have been her first time, but my dick
didn't seem to know the difference. I had to pull out of her mouth to avoid an
early exit.
"I'm ready for it," Denise whispered as she pulled me onto her quivering body.
I had her take my dick and lube it up with her vaginal moisture and my saliva.
Then she aligned it with her tiny hole and I pressed forward. After a couple of
re-alignments, the head pushed aside her puffy, pussy lips and popped into her
cunt. We both just froze realizing that it had met the resistance that had to
be her hymen - her hymen stretched as tight as a drumhead.
"Just punch it on through," Denise begged me. "Do it quick."
Then we both pressed our bodies together and in an instant it was done.
"Ow... ow... ow," she cried. "Hold it a minute."
We both froze again and just held on until the pain began to subside. Denise
began to move first and then I felt it was ok to continue, slowly. Since there
didn't seem to be any more pain, we began to pick up the pace and soon we were
really thrashing our bodies together. Suddenly Denise froze beneath me.
"Oh god, Brian, I'm cumming. Oh shit. Yessss..." she whispered loudly.
That was it for my control and I blasted her young womb with a mother load of
cum.
"Oh shit, I can feel it shooting in me!" she told me.
We continued to slam our bodies together until I felt her wince with another
twinge of pain followed by another wave of orgasmic delight, as my dick brushed
her cervix. With that we both just collapsed onto our sides with our bodies
still entwined. For the next few minutes we just looked at each other, kissed
lightly and basked in the sweet afterglow of our glorious coupling.
Lindsey's cell ringing startled us back to reality. That had to be our moms and
here were Denise and I naked, belly to belly, gently stroking each other in a
loving embrace. Lindsay was enjoying a similar moment with Dale. She jumped out
of bed and carried the phone into my room.
"Yeah, Mom, we're all here and getting ready for bed," Lindsay lied. She sat
down on the bed beside Denise and me and punched "speaker". Denise and I said
our "hellos" and my mom joined in. We told them the good news about making the
video and they were elated. They wanted to chat on and on.
Finally, I interrupted. "Hey, uh, we are like really exhausted here and have a
huge day scheduled for tomorrow. We really need to get some sleep. Is that ok?"
"Oh Brian, of course," the girls' mom answered. "How rude of us. Yes, get some
sleep and have a great day tomorrow. We are so proud of y'all, you can't
imagine."
We hung up and Lindsay continued to sit on the edge of the bed. She was staring
at Denise and me. She noticed, and then Denise and I noticed, for the first
time, the bloody, gooey, mess that had spilled out of Denise and off my dick.
When Lindsay stood up we all looked at the wet spot she had deposited on the
sheet where she had been sitting.
Lindsay just shrugged her shoulders and tried to imitate her mom: "We are so
proud of y'all, you can't imagine." Then she giggled. "Oh what the hell." She
turned and started back to her room with a string of cum running down her
thigh.
That turned out to be one hell of a night.
                                    The End