Every town has that house. You know the one. The one the kids all avoid, except perhaps for those intrepid few who have been dared and double-dared to go touch the front door by those that are watching from a safe distance to see if any chickening-out occurs. Maybe it’s a haunted house. Maybe “Old Man Wilson” went crazy in there and never comes out. Or no one knows who lives there but the lights in the windows always go out if you look at it too long. Or maybe the crazy cat lady lives there. Or a vampire. Or a demon. Or the boogeyman. Or, or, or...
In the tiny town of Chesterton, it was the Cooper house. “Don’t go near the Cooper house!” That’s what everyone said. Kids warned kids. Parents warned kids. What the kids never realized, was that the parents also watched and fretted and worried that the kids wouldn’t listen.
But kids will be kids. They get bold. And sometimes forgetful.
It was just simple carelessness that led Allison Temple, Bree Clarke and Susie Hunt to walk by it that fateful Friday afternoon. Normally, the girls would have walked home from school a different way, even if they had all been heading to Bree’s house as they were that day, but they’d wanted to stop by the mini-mart to get some sodas and maybe some candy. It wasn’t until they were nearly in front of the Cooper house that Susie pointed out where they were.
“Ah, Suze,” quipped Bree, “don’t be such a fraidy-cat.”
“I’m not afraid,” said Susie, though it was clear from her quivering voice that she was lying.
“Yeah,” said Allison. “It’s just a house. There’s nothing to be scared of.” Her tone, however, would have led any bystander to wonder if she were trying to convince herself.
“I heard someone dared Brad Eiffelman to go up to the porch a few weeks ago,” offered Bree. “Nothing bad happened to him.”
“He went up to the porch?” asked Susie fearfully.
“Nah,” said Bree. “Chickened out like three feet past the sidewalk. But nothing bad happened to him.”
Still, the girls pace slowed ever so slightly as they approached the gap in the hedge in front of the house. The moment they passed the gap, Bree and Susie sped up noticeably.
Allison, however, had come to a stop.
“Allie,” called Bree when she noticed her friend wasn’t with them. “What are you doing?”
Allison didn’t answer, however. She stood, facing the house as if entranced, her backpack lying at her feet where she’d dropped it.
“Allison,” called Bree again. “Come on! Let’s go!”
Allison took a step toward the house. Susie squealed in fright and Bree gasped.
“Allie!” she cried, as the girl took another step. “Allie, it’s not funny!”
But Allison wasn’t laughing. She simply took yet another step. And then another.
Next to Bree, Susie was chanting rapidly under her breath, “Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!”
With each passing second, Allison’s steps grew quicker and more sure.
“Allison!” Bree hissed as loudly as she dare, desperate to stop Allison, but fearful of attracting too much attention from whatever was in the house. “Stop! You’re scaring Susie!”
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!”
Allison’s foot hit the first step that led to the porch. Then the next. Then the next.
Bree opened her mouth to call for her friend again, but her voice froze in her throat as Allison reached the top of the porch and, at that very same moment, the front door of the house opened. Bree’s eyes went wide, but all she could see beyond the widening portal was darkness. Next to her, Susie’s chants had not stopped, but had changed from being under her breath, to desperate whispers.
Then, just as suddenly as it had all started happening, Allison stepped inside the house and the door closed behind her.
It took quite some time for Bree to get Susie to calm down enough so that she wouldn’t hyperventilate. The pair had crossed the street, fearful of being too close to the house that had swallowed their friend, but, at the same time, not wanting to leave her behind.
Though she was calmer now, Susie was of absolutely no help in deciding what to do. As Bree saw it, there were only two choices: she could call her parents, or just wait for Allison to come out.
On the one hand, calling her parents would likely get them in huge amounts of trouble—like grounded-for-the-rest-of-their-lives kind of trouble. After all, careless or not, they had walked by the Cooper house, something they were always warned not to do. Worse yet, because they’d strayed too close to the house, Allison was inside the house, and maybe even in real danger!
Which led to the other hand. While they could simply wait for Allison to come back out, what if she didn’t? What if something really bad was happening to her in there? What if they never saw their friend again?
Bree wasn’t sure just how much time had passed while she was calming Susie down and figuring out what to do, but she finally, reluctantly, pulled out her phone and called her mom. To say that her mom wasn’t happy would have been the understatement of the year, but any talk of punishment was held off while her mother made several phone calls and began preparations.
Within twenty minutes, word had spread of Allison’s predicament and women had begun arriving. Bree and Susie were led home by Susie’s mother, and several other concerned mothers including Allison’s—who was understandably very worried—were gathered at the edge of the Cooper house property line, watching the still-closed front door. Several of the women had brought towels and rags and even a couple of buckets filled with warm, soapy water. Others were fanning out, moving down streets and alleyways, making people aware that a girl had gone into the Cooper house and that some distance would be required. They had to move quickly, since they didn’t know just how much time they had left. They had a bit of trouble with some curious teen boys who didn’t seem to want to move along, but the boys were eventually chased off.
About fifteen minutes after they’d arrived at the house, they watched with bated breath as the door opened. Moments later, Allison stepped out onto the porch and the door closed again. The girl was stark naked, her hair was matted and her skin glistened as though wet.
“Allison!” Mrs. Temple cried. “Allison, come here, baby!”
The small nine year old ignored her, looking dazed as anything, seemingly unaware of all the fuss or of her own state of undress. Others began to call out to her, coaxing her to walk toward them, but none of them dared set so much as a toe on the property to go after her. Allison turned toward the noise, and slowly—ever so slowly—began walking in their direction.
It took nearly five minutes for them to coax her off the property. Several times Mrs. Temple had to be restrained from darting after her poor daughter. But eventually, Allison was grabbed and pulled toward the adults. It was clear, now that she was much closer, that she was indeed wet. She was covered in what appeared to be massive amounts of semen, and the smell left no doubts that that was exactly what it was. It was in her hair, up her nose, dripping from her crotch and bottom. It was on her arms and chest, in both of her ears and even in between her toes.
Like a well oiled machine, rags were dunked in buckets and then scrubbed on her skin, wiping away the sticky stuff. Arms and legs were scrubbed. Face and neck were washed. And chest and back were cleaned. Ears were wiped, feet were scraped and private parts were attended to.
“This isn’t going to be enough,” said one of the women. “It’s in her ears and up her nose and inside her... Well, it’s inside her. We’re not going to get her clean this way.”
“We have to!” came the response. “We can’t put her in a car. We’d never be able to clear the roads.”
Still the cleaning continued, but the point had been made.
“We need to get her in a shower. Whose house is closest?”
This was followed by some mumbling and a few tentatively offered names.
“I think mine is,” offered one woman. “But it’s around the corner, over on Peach, about two blocks down.”
“That far?” asked another. “That’s a long way to walk her.”
“Driving her would be worse.”
“She can’t stay here.”
And so, after some debate, it was settled. They wrapped Allison up in as many clean towels as they could find, hoping to contain the smell, the buckets and the rest of the towels were packed away in the trunk of a car and the women began to fan out, in an effort to warn everyone in earshot what they were having to do.
Progress was slow, and Mrs. Temple began to worry more and more.
“Can’t we just drive her home? We could be quick,” she said.
“Beth, honey,” responded the woman walking next to her, “you know what the smell does to men. If we put her in a car, we’d never be able to clear all the men away. We’d attract all of them from here to your house. You must know that would be a bad idea.”
“But, it’s Allison,” she said. “I just...”
“I know you’re worried,” her friend said. “It’ll be all right. You’ll see.”
They were almost to their destination when the unfortunate—though not unexpected—happened. A boy, perhaps eleven or twelve years old, who had somehow slipped through their net, froze as he squeezed through a couple of loose boards in a fence. The look on his face went from momentarily confused, to that of a predator in a matter of seconds. At the same time, Allison, who had been docile and slack, was suddenly squirming and struggling. The change caught the woman carrying her so off guard, that the girl was on the ground and out of the towels almost before anyone knew what was happening. There was an abortive attempt to get between them, but it was quickly apparent that it was too late.
The two kids nearly crashed into each other, each scrambling to tear off the boy’s clothes. Once his pants and underwear had been pulled down, any doubts as to what was going to happen were doused with the exposure of the boy’s rock hard cock. The children practically climbed onto each other, falling to the ground in a heap, but somehow with their sexes pressed together—the pair of them frantically humping away at each other.
Mrs. Temple screamed for them to stop. She wailed at what was happening and had to be restrained by several of the other women, who knew that nothing could stop the wildly aroused pair.
The two kids ground their crotches together in a desperate attempt to complete the act, but since both were inexperienced, to say the least, his dick and her pussy merely slid back and forth on each other for a while until the tip of his small cock finally nudged up into the entrance of her cunt. The moment he managed to spear himself inside her, they both made noises that were an odd mixture of relief and arousal which, coming from such youth, sounded strange to the ears of the watching women.
The pair weren’t still for long, and quickly began fucking each other, a desperate, animalistic kind of sex that would have been described as a kind of manic, desperate passion had it not been two preteens that had never met before. The sounds and smells of sex filled the street and the alleyway as the two rutted on the ground, cries of pleasure and bliss echoing from young throats. Hands slid over naked backs, grasping, pulling and clenching. Legs entwined and hips thrust. The women did their best to provide some privacy for them, not that the kids cared about such things at the moment.
Faster they fucked, pounding madly into each other until Allison let out a strangled cry of passion as she came on his pistoning boyhood. It was only seconds later that he joined her in sexual bliss as he rammed home inside her, his muscles rhythmically flexing as his immature body tried to impregnate her with all it had. As young as he was, and as undeveloped as he appeared, it was unlikely that he produced any fluids at all, much less any sperm, but his body certainly tried. After several long seconds, the pair separated, him flopping to the side to end up on his back, his still-rigid cock still throbbing in orgasmic pleasure.
Mrs. Temple, unable to resist any longer, broke free and scooped her daughter into her arms. Allison, once again, appeared dazed and listless, seemingly unaware of her surroundings or even what had just happened. Her body showed the signs, however, as her inner thighs glistened with a copious amount of fresh girl cum. The woman who’d been carrying her managed to wrap her back up in the towels and the procession quickly moved on—a couple of the women staying behind to see to the boy, who would recover soon enough.
They had no more issues before reaching the volunteered house. They went inside and Mrs. Temple and a couple other women took Allison into the bathroom and washed her thoroughly. They shampooed her hair three times to be sure. They washed her out with no less than four douches and they used an enema bottle on her about half a dozen times. But eventually, the girl was as clean as she could get. One of Mrs. Temple’s friends was sent to retrieve some of Allison’s clothes for the trip home. She returned with a short skirt and a bikini top. The thought was, dress her in as little as possible, just in case the worst happened and she attracted another male.
The trip back home was uneventful, however, and soon enough, Allison was snug in her bed, as quarantined off from the rest of the world as her mother could make her.
“Tim, can you come in here a minute?” called his mother. “We’d like to ask you something.”
Fifteen year old Tim Connors came around the corner from the hall as he was saying, “Yeah, mom. What is— Oh! Hi, Mrs. Temple.” While he wasn’t the most observant person in the world, he knew something wasn’t right. “Something wrong?”
The two women looked at each other rather nervously before looking back at Tim. His skin prickled.
“Tim, honey,” his mom said, “what do you know about the Cooper house?”
The question threw him.
“The Cooper house?” he asked. “Nothing really. Everyone says to stay away from it. We always thought it was haunted or something when I was younger. Why?”
“Have you ever heard of anyone going inside the house?” He couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like Mrs. Temple stifled a sob at that question.
“Inside?” he asked. “No, not— Well, maybe. When I was in middle school, a girl in my class stopped coming to school suddenly. There was a rumor that went around that it was because she went into the Cooper house. Though, she probably just moved away or something.” There was that stifled sob again. He was more sure of it this time. “What’s going on?”
There was a brief pause as his mom placed a comforting hand on Mrs. Temple’s arm.
“Tim,” said his mother gently. “This afternoon, Allison went into the Cooper house.” This got his full attention.
“Oh, my God!” he exclaimed. “Is she all right?”
His mother nodded. He felt relieved. Though he and Allison weren’t close by any stretch of the imagination, he still liked the girl. He’d been six years old when she was born and he’d watched his little next door neighbor grow up for most of his life; he had a soft spot for the girl. The thought that something might be wrong made him feel uneasy.
“She’s next door, resting,” his mother said.
“Why would she go into the Cooper house? Why would she even go near it?”
“It seems that she and her friends accidentally strayed too close to it on their way home from school today.”
“But why would she go inside?” he asked again.
His mom gave Mrs. Temple another comforting pat.
“Tim,” his mom began. “There’s a reason that the Cooper house is to be avoided. Sometimes, when children stray too near the house, they just go in. It’s like they can’t control themselves. It’s like they’re hypnotized or something. They just walk in.”
He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer, but he couldn’t stop himself asking the question. “What happens when the kids are inside?” Mrs. Temple did sob this time and he regretted asking.
“No one knows,” answered his mom as she comforted Mrs. Temple once more. “The boys that go in, well, they’re a little dazed for a while after, but then they just go back to normal.” She shot a worried glance at Mrs. Temple and received a little nod.
“Girls,” she continued, “aren’t as quick to recover.”
“But you said Allison was all right.”
“Yes,” his mom said. “She’s fine for the moment. And she will be OK in time. But—” she hesitated and then steeled herself for the truth.
“When the girls come out,” she continued. “Well, there’s no delicate way to say this. When girls come out of the Cooper house, they’re nude and covered in... bodily fluids.”
“Bodily...” he said, a bit confused.
“Sexual fluids,” his mom clarified.
“Oh, my God!” he exclaimed again.
“That’s not all,” she said. “When they come out, they’re— well— changed somehow.”
“Changed?”
His mother nodded.
“Something about their body chemistry or something,” she said. “No one really knows, not even the doctors. But any— sexual— fluids on them makes a powerful smell that attracts men.”
“You mean like pheromones?” he asked. They’d been studying animal reproduction in biology.
“Yes,” she said. “Probably something like that. The girl’s fluids are bad enough, but male fluids are much, much stronger.”
“Well,” he said, “that wouldn’t really be a problem, would it? She’s only nine, after all.”
Mrs. Temple spoke up for the first time, her voice only slightly shaky. “Her age doesn’t matter,” she said. “Whatever happened to her in there, makes her crave sex. Like she’s addicted. All the girls who go in that damned house come out that way.”
Tim felt his stomach drop. Sweet, innocent, little Allison? Addicted to sex? He couldn’t really wrap his mind around it. Whatever happened to her in that house must have been horrible.
“Her body chemistry, or whatever it is,” his mom went on, “will go back to normal after enough time without sex. But it’s like Beth said, she’s addicted. And she can’t just quit cold turkey. She’ll have to be weened off of it, slowly.”
“Weened?” he asked. He’d heard that word before, but wasn’t a hundred percent sure what it meant.
“She’ll have to go for longer and longer periods without sex until she doesn’t need it anymore.”
“Oh.” A thought struck him and his stomach plummeted even lower. “Am I going to have to go away for a while? Is that why you’re telling me this? I’ll be too close to her and those pheromones?”
The two women shared a look.
“Not exactly,” said his mother.
“Then what?”
“Tim,” said Mrs. Temple, “you like Allison, right?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Of course.”
“And you know that she likes you,” she said. “She looks up to you. I think she might even have a little crush on you.”
He blushed. He had been pretty sure that the girl had developed a crush on him, but to have it brought out in the open, even under these strange circumstances, was embarrassing. He nodded.
“Well, Tim,” Mrs. Temple said after drawing a steadying breath. “Since you do care for Allison, I was hoping that you would be willing to help her out by... taking care of her needs.”
The statement hung in the air like thick cigar smoke.
“You,” he nearly stuttered, “want me to...”
“Yes, Tim,” she said. “I want you to have sex with my daughter.”
“I want to thank you again for doing this,” said Mrs. Temple, or Beth, as he had been asked to call her. “Even though you’re fifteen and a ‘sex crazed teenager’, I know it’s a lot to ask.” She smiled a bit at her term for him to let him know that she didn’t really mean it.
“Well,” he said, “I can’t imagine you had a lot of people to choose from, but it means a lot that you thought you could trust me.”
“Just remember,” she said before taking a steadying breath, “you’re probably going to be a bit out of your mind, so if anything happens, it’s not your fault.” He nodded seriously. “If something does happen, remember that I won’t be far away.”
“OK, Mrs. Te— Uh, I mean Beth,” he said.
“And,” she said as she stopped with her hand on Allison’s door, “you probably won’t be aware enough, but if you can, try not to... finish... inside her. It’s more difficult to have to clean her out.”
He blushed at the thought of it, but nodded anyway. He still couldn’t believe that they’d come to him with this, or that he’d said yes. And he certainly couldn’t believe that he was here now, just on the other side of the door from the cute little neighbor girl that he was expected to have sex with.
Beth turned the knob and pushed the door open.
He briefly saw the pink and white of a young girl’s bedroom before his eyes lit on her. His mouth dropped open at the sight of Allison Temple, sitting up in her bed, completely naked.
And then the smell hit his nose.
Young as she was, she had never looked so... so... sexy! He was moving before he noticed, stripping out of his clothes faster than he ever had before. She leaped on him as he neared her bed, wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding her little sex into his stomach. He’d managed to get everything off but his socks and shirt when he gave in and wrapped his arms around his tiny lover. He pulled her closer and kissed her. She returned it with inexperienced fervor and he became aware of a wetness between them; she had soaked all the way through his shirt in a matter of seconds.
He moved her back to the bed and climbed in with her, leaving her beneath him. He wasted no time in shifting the two of them around so that he could search out her entrance. Taking his painfully hard, copiously drooling cock in his hand, he slipped in in between her legs and nudged around until he found her hole. It was difficult, both since she was so much smaller than he was and because of his general lack of experience, having only had sex with his former girlfriend about half a dozen times before she dumped him several months earlier.
He pressed forward and found her tight, but not overly so. With no real effort required on his part, he soon found himself fully buried in her channel. And then suddenly, they were fucking. And she was giving as good as she got, thrusting herself back up at him like she’d been doing it for years. And the sounds she was making drove him out of his teenage mind; there was something about such an obviously sexy set of grunts and moans coming from a nine year old girl that inflamed him and stoked his passions.
He bent down and, once again, pressed his lips to hers, seeking and being granted entrance to her mouth with his tongue. Though their first kiss had been good for a kid, their second was good for a lover. Her tongue swirled around and danced and parried with his, nearly blowing the back of his head off and literally causing her toes to curl and her heels to dig into his ass as she attempted to drive herself onto him that much harder.
She squealed into his mouth and clawed at his back with her fingernails as her cunt muscles pulsed in orgasm. She broke the kiss and pulled back enough to cry out with a moan that turned into a near scream.
Still, she fucked up at him even as he pounded down into her. Her pussy stroked and massaged him and urged him ever closer to his own peak. He dropped his head and found her neck with his lips. He licked and sucked, causing her to gasp and moan in pleasure. She found and bit his earlobe, and he dragged his teeth over her jawbone, trying to bite her soft, smooth flesh. His hand found one of her nipples and captured it, pinching it lightly and pulling it out away from her flat chest. She bit his shoulder at the same time that she hunched her hips up forcefully and came on his cock a second time.
And suddenly, he could hold back no longer. He slammed his hips forward into hers and ground their pelvic bones together as he erupted, spilling himself inside her. For nearly a minute, they lay like that, locked in their embrace as they rode out their respective climaxes. Then he heaved himself over and, pulling out of both her embrace and her cunt, flopped over on the bed next to her. His cock was still rigid and throbbing almost as if he were still cumming and he did still feel a kind of euphoria, but it wasn’t as intense as an orgasm.
Next to him, Allison lay with her legs splayed open as she rubbed the cum leaking from her well fucked pussy all over her sex, shivering every time her little fingers crossed her clit. Something niggled in the back of his brain—something about cum—but he couldn’t think of what it was.
After a few minutes, the fog started to clear from his head and the reality of what had just happened began to settle. Far from being appalled or horrified, however, he felt good about it; his friend was in trouble and he could help. What could be wrong with that?
Deciding to let Mrs. Tem— Beth know that the first session had gone well, he got up and began searching for his clothes. He’d lost his shirt at some point, though he didn’t remember taking it off. He barely remembered taking the rest of his clothes off. He’d also lost one of his socks and he couldn’t find it.
Knock, knock.
“Tim?” called Beth gently. “Everything all right in there?” She sounded worried. Understandable.
“Yeah, Beth,” he answered, looking over at Allison, who was still rubbing cum into her skin, looking rather out of it. “We’re fine.” A memory struck him. “Except, uh...”
“Except?” Still worried. Maybe a little more.
“I, uh— I forgot to pull out,” he said. “Sorry.”
“Can I come in?”
He was still looking for his errant sock. It only occurred to him at that moment that he had given no thought to the fact that he was still naked.
“Uh— Hold on,” he said, reaching for his boxers. “We’re not dressed.”
“Well, cover up,” she said. A moment later the door opened and he pulled the boxers in front of him to cover his still-semi-hard cock. She paused in the door. “Tim, you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before. And, to be blunt, you’re fucking my daughter, I think modesty is a bit low on the list of priorities.” She went to Allison and found her laying there with a rather satisfied grin on her face. Tim couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride, deserved or not.
“Would you mind showering in the master bath? It’s only a shower in there and I’m going to need the tub to get her cleaned up.”
“Sure,” he said. “And I’m really sorry that I didn’t pull out like you asked.”
She waved him off. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I didn’t really expect you would. But it didn’t hurt to ask. In the future, it’ll get easier to remember as she returns to normal and the scent isn’t as strong.”
He nodded.
It was a surreal situation, he mused as he took his shower, cleaning off their mutual sex juices. But, oddly, he thought it wouldn’t take that much for him to get used to it.
After that first time, Beth and Tim found that Allison was craving sex again after a little less than two hours. Beth had him hold back from going to her until the actual two hour mark. He then went to her room and fucked the girl senseless again. She had three mind-blowing orgasms and he came inside her again. He apologized afterward to Beth but she waved him off once more.
“It’s going to be quite some time before you’re lucid enough when you’re with her, I think,” she said some time later. “Right now, the scent is driving you out of your mind. That will lessen over time, and you’ll build up a bit of an immunity to it. If what the others that have been through this said holds up.”
Arrangements were made for Tim to stay with the Temples for the time being. It being the end of the week with the looming weekend helped a bit, but Tim’s mother had to notify the high school that Tim would be missing his classes for at least a week. It took some doing, but eventually everything was taken care of.
Tim found it rather embarrassing that he always seemed to be at least semi-hard, but Beth did her best to treat him as though she never noticed it. He still felt a bit self conscious about Beth seeing him in various states of undress, but with all the sex, and with Beth always eager to get Allison cleaned up, he was getting used to it fairly quickly.
Beth watched the clock like a hawk, holding Tim back more and more each time Allison became aroused. By the time Monday morning rolled around, they were at more than three hours between sessions.
That’s not to say that the didn’t have any mishaps. The first night, at about three in the morning, Tim went to the bathroom. It had been about an hour since he’d fucked Allison. Running on often interrupted sleep and still more than a bit horny, he’d made the mistake of opening Allison’s door. Beth had come running when her daughter’s screaming woke her up. The fact that Tim hadn’t been enough in his right mind to close Allison’s door, led only to Beth’s embarrassment, since the screwing couple were oblivious to the rest of the world.
After that, Tim was encouraged to use the master bath when he needed to go, which caused not a bit of embarrassment in and of itself, but it kept him away from Allison’s room when he was half asleep.
Tim marveled at his stamina. Though he was far from being a frequent masturbator, at least in his opinion, he had, on a couple of occasions, stroked himself off three times in a day. He’d always thought that three was his limit. With Allison, however, he’d cum no less than eleven times in the first 24 hours. And he was still always ready to go; no encouragement needed.
While in general he thought of this as a good thing—both because he was helping Allison out of an unusual situation, and also because, as a teenage boy, more sex equals good—he began to wonder what this would mean for him in the long run. Would his stamina always be this high? Would he spend the rest of his life thinking that ten times a day is normal?
And what of Allison? At the moment, she was pretty out of it—not really knowing that it was him. But hopefully soon she would begin to return to normal. What would happen to their relationship when she became conscious of the fact that he was fucking her and had been for days? Would she grow to hate him? Would she be thankful that he’d been there for her? Or would the fact that she had had a crush on him and that she’d been so exposed to him be devastating to her? Her treatment might help her physically return to normal, but what about mentally? Would she be scarred for life?
He could hear her moaning again. She was craving him once more. And his body was responding. He checked the clock.
“Ten more minutes,” said Beth as she entered the room. It was like she was reading his mind. But then again, she could hear Allison’s desperate cries just as easily as he could.
Ten minutes. And then he could fuck her again. He could wait that long.
Pale pink. That’s what she saw when she opened her eyes. She looked around at her surroundings. They seemed oddly familiar to her.
Shelf. Books. Pictures.
Desk. Computer. Notebooks.
Doors. Window. Mirror.
Familiar, yet strange.
She lay on a bed. She wasn’t quite sure why she wanted to think of the bed as hers.
Who was she? She didn’t know. Though, for some reason, the word “Allison” drifted into her thoughts.
What was an “Allison”? She had no idea.
She was naked. Was that normal? It seemed normal. But at the same time, it seemed different.
She spent a moment wondering what not being naked would be, but before she could imagine it, her mind had moved on to the next thing.
She was comfortable. Mostly. The bed was soft and warm. The sheets felt nice on her skin...
But there was something missing. A hollowness. An indescribable urge. A need. A desire.
All at once, images flashed before her minds eye: naked skin, muscles, arms, hands, cock...
A face.
And there was that odd feeling of familiarity again. The face stirred something within her. The face provoked a memory or a feeling—a concept—that she couldn’t quite grasp. The only way she could describe it was “close.” But she didn’t really understand what that meant. She wanted to understand, but everything was so hazy.
And the urge drew more and more of her attention. That need, that desire, that desperation.
Cock. She needed cock. A cock driving into her cunt. Hot. Hard! Thrusting! Pounding! CUM! She needed cum!
Her hands slid down and cupped her already sopping sex—kneading, squeezing, pinching, pulling. Stroke. Rub. Penetrate. It wasn’t enough.
Then he was there. That familiar “close.” He was between her legs and shoving himself into her. Pumping and thrusting, driving and fucking.
And the feeling was back, that huge rigidness inside her, stretching, teasing, filling her, promising cum!
Pleasure built and electrified her, fingers clenching, toes curling, teeth scraping.
And then she exploded—an overwhelming surge of passion and bliss.
“Tim!” she cried, though the moment the sound left her lips she’d forgotten why she’d screamed it.
Then the movement stopped and that thing inside her was pulsing the cum again.
Sweet cum. Needed cum. So nice and comforting. Filling her with liquid hotness.
And for a moment, she could almost understand the connection between the presence hovering over her and between her legs, the feeling of “close” and the “Tim” thing she’d shouted. It was so near. Almost.
Almost.
But her consciousness slipped away once again.
Beth and Tim took Allison’s shouting of Tim’s name as a good sign, the first real sign of her improvement. It was on Wednesday afternoon, the week after she’d gone into the Cooper house. She and Tim were up to about six hours between sessions and she sometimes seemed as though she were just beneath the surface, waiting to peek out.
In fact, it was only 24 hours later, while Beth was washing her out once again, that she looked up and said, “Mom?” It was all Beth could do to stop herself from screaming in happiness. She smiled and hugged her daughter and tried to coax her to say something else, but the girl had returned to her unresponsive state. Still, Beth and Tim had had a little celebration that evening.
The next morning, as Beth was putting the girl back in bed, Allison said even more.
“Tim lives next door,” she said out of nowhere.
Beth nodded. “Yes, Allie, baby,” she said, “he does.”
The girl looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time. Beth was unsure what to do, so she let her daughter set the pace. The girl fixed her brown eyes on her mother, really looking at her for the first time in a week. Then her brow wrinkled in confusion.
“Was Tim fucking me?”
Beth repressed her instinct to scold her daughter for use of such language. Right then, any speaking was good, she told herself.
“Yes, baby,” she said. “He was.”
And suddenly, Allison’s eyes drooped as though she were incredibly tired. “Oh,” she said, her speech beginning to slur. “I like it when he fucks me.”
That afternoon, there was even more improvement. Beth had gone in to check on her to find her sitting on the edge of her bed, looking a bit confused.
“Allison?” she asked. Allison looked up at her mother.
“Hi, mom,” she said.
“How are you feeling?” she asked. Allison shrugged in response.
“OK, I guess,” she said. “Kinda confused, though. Is something wrong with me?”
“Well, you’ve been sort of... sick,” Beth hedged. “Do you know what happened to you?” She frowned and shook her head. “What do you remember?”
She thought for a moment. “Walking with Suze and Bree,” she said. “Coming home from school.”
“Do you remember the Cooper house?”
Allison’s eyes went a bit wide. “No,” she said.
“What do you remember after walking home with your friends?”
“Um,” she said as she considered. “I didn’t know where I was. But I think I was here, in my room.”
“Yes,” Beth said. “You’ve been here for a while now.”
“And... Was Tim here?” Allison asked. “’Cause I remember a lot of fucking.” She suddenly looked surprised at herself and clapped her hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry, mom,” she mumbled behind her fingers. “I shouldn’t say ‘fuck,’ right? I didn’t mean it. Am I in trouble?”
“No, sweetie,” Beth said. “I’ll tell you what. When it’s just the two of us, you can say anything you want to, OK?”
She looked doubtful, but nodded her head anyway. “So,” she said tentatively after several long seconds, “Tim has been... fucking me?”
Beth did the best she could to explain what had happened to Allison. About how she’d gone into the Cooper house and how, because she had, she was currently addicted to sex. She stopped talking, however, when she realized that Allison was no longer paying her any attention. Instead, the girl was glassy eyed and clutching her immature nether lips as though she were trying to hold something back. Within minutes, she was humping at the air and moaning as though currently having sex.
No longer able to bear seeing her daughter in such distress, she went to the door and opened it. Tim was on the other side. She hadn’t intended for him to come to her that soon, but once the scent hit him, there was no stopping him. Beth watched a bit like a deer in headlights as the teen mounted her precious daughter and shoved his cock in.
Beth, despite knowing what had been happening between the pair, nevertheless expected there to be some evidence of discomfort. However, the exact opposite seemed to be true. Allison had been more than ready to receive his manhood; in fact, she seemed more ready than Beth had ever been in her life—and she had what she thought of as an excellent sex life with her husband, Carl. Beth watched in a sort of morbid fascination as Allison reacted to Tim’s entry as she, herself, might have reacted to ice being applied to a bad burn; the immediate relief and comfort was readily apparent.
She continued to watch as her daughter and—well, there was really no other way to think about him now—her daughter’s lover fucked with all the passion and desperation of a deeply in love couple ten years older. She knew that she should leave and give them their privacy—she’d never been in the room with them before—but she just couldn’t seem to make her feet move. And they didn’t seem to care.
Tim moved with experience and Beth realized with a bit of a shock that that was true. After all, even assuming he’d been a virgin when he’d fucked Allison the first time—and, though she didn’t know for sure, she doubted it—he’d still had sex about 60 times in the last week. That was enough to give anyone some experience.
Allison, however, moved with the grace and sensuality of a wanton slut. Her motions had the qualities of an attentive lover, an exotic dancer and a gymnast, all somehow bundled up together and seeming in complete and total contrast to the innocent little girl she’d been. Beth wondered if her daughter would ever be the girl she’d been, or if this sexual ferocity would always be a part of her.
“Oh, God!” said Allison with a passion that sounded out of place coming from her young voice. “Oh, God, Tim! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”
He seemed to do just that, pounding into her with a powerful force, seemingly unconcerned about any potential injuries. Beth had to remind herself that neither of them had been hurt yet, to stop herself from interfering.
A few seconds of rapid thrusting later and Tim yanked his cock out of her still spasming twat and jerked it with his fist, spraying no less than seven powerful shots of cum on Allison’s face, chest and belly. Even then, it didn’t stop but continued to drool from his cock tip and pool in the depression around her navel. He then shifted his left leg over her right and rolled to the side, ending up laying next to her, his cock still rigid and twitching and pointing at the ceiling.
For nearly a minute, nobody moved. Allison simply lay there, staring blankly ahead, Tim lay with his eyes closed as his breathing returned to normal and Beth still stood rooted to the spot and rather fearful that any movement she made would call far too much attention to her. She wished that she’d not stayed to watch them, but it was far too late for that now.
Finally, Tim opened his eyes and calmly turned his head toward Beth.
“I remembered to pull out this time,” he said.
Beth had to swallow to wet her throat before she could respond.
“Yes, you did,” she said. “Thank you.”
After a few more seconds, Beth retrieved a wet washcloth from the bathroom and began cleaning Allison of all the cum. The girl was once again, listless and unaware, though seemed to be basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.
“I apologize for staying and watching,” she said as she wiped. “I didn’t intend to, it just... It just all happened so suddenly. I was caught a bit off-guard.”
“I don’t mind,” said Tim. “Really. After the last week... How did you put it? Privacy isn’t important? Something like that, anyway.”
“Still,” she said, “it wasn’t intentional and I’ll try not to do it again. Unless you or she asks me to stay, of course.”
She was staring at her legs as she sat, Indian-style, on her bed. She didn’t remember getting into that position, but then again, she couldn’t really remember anything. Except, perhaps, a conversation with her mother. She couldn’t remember what it was about.
Maybe something about sex? She liked sex, though she didn’t know how she knew she liked it. But, then again, why in the world would she be talking to her mom about sex? Strange.
She was in her room, which should have been obvious since she was sitting on her bed. But for some reason, it wasn’t that obvious. The room felt... odd... in a way that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Whatever it was, she felt comfortable and safe. She knew that she was being taken care of, though, again, she didn’t know how she knew—she just did.
She swung her legs over the edge of her bed and stood. Or at least, she tried to. Her legs felt wobbly and weak, sort of like she hadn’t used them in a year. That was strange. She’d never felt like that before, she was certain of it. At least, pretty certain.
She gently made her way over to her dresser and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t know what she was expecting to see, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Light brown hair, brown eyes, smooth skin. Her face seemed a little strained, but that was probably from her legs being not quite right. The only thing that really stood out in her mind as unexplainable were the pale patches on her skin. She had three of them, one small one each around each nipple and a larger, sort of triangular one, that not only surrounded her sex, but that—after turning around to look at her back in the mirror over her shoulder—she saw it continued around to encircle her butt as well. Weird.
Her legs feeling a bit more unsteady, she made her way back over to her bed and sat on the edge. A fine layer of sweat had formed on her skin from the exertion. As she sat there, resting herself, she decided that it felt a bit stuffy, so she moved to her window and opened it. She leaned her crossed arms on the sill and enjoyed a cooling breeze that wafted by. The sun shone in the sky, leaves rustled, and, in the distance, the noise of the town.
The street outside the window was quiet as it usually was, and, aside from sprinklers watering the lawn a few houses down on the other side, there was little to indicate the block was inhabited. She listened to the birds chirping merrily and a train going by in the distance. The sun, still fairly high in the sky shone down, dappling the sidewalk with patterns of light. She knew there was something wrong with her, even though she didn’t know what, but at that moment, it seemed miles away.
She hadn’t been standing at the window long when she heard the sounds of voices and shuffling feet. Someone was coming down the sidewalk.
“...was fun!” said a voice. “I knew we could kick their asses.”
“I know, right?” said another. “And the way you did that whip-around move you did... Steve didn’t know what the hell had happened. And then you’re like right by him and boom! into the basket! Nothin’ but net!”
“That was pretty cool,” answered the first voice.
“You should go out for the team this year,” said a third voice. “You could make JV easy. Maybe even varsity.”
“Nah, man,” said the second voice. “I can’t jump high enough for varsity. I can’t dunk.”
“So?” said the first. “Neither can Kowski, but he played last year.”
“Yeah, but Kowski’s got a killer three pointer. He can sink a basket from the next county.”
There was laughter.
“You got that right,” said the third voice. “I saw him make a shot once from... What the hell?”
A trio of boys had finally passed the six foot hedge that separated the yard from the house next door and they had spotted her as she stood in the open window. They seemed to be average high school boys, still a little sweaty from the basketball game they’d been playing and from their walk, but otherwise unremarkable.
Yet, something inside Allison clenched and she felt a sudden desire. These were boys. Boys had cocks. Cocks were good. Cocks could fuck her. Fucking was wonderful.
Her breath quickened and her heart pounded. She waved.
“Are you guys seeing what I’m seeing?”
“I’m seeing a little naked girl waving at us.”
“That’s what I’m seeing.”
“Aw, she’s just a kid. Let’s—”
Then in rapid succession, three sets of nostrils flared. And then the boys were headed in her direction shedding clothes as they came. The first one through the window had on only his underwear by the time he was upon her. She helped him tug them down to reveal his rigid cock. She didn’t even bother with the bed, but pulled him right down onto the floor. There was a moment of fumbling that lasted decades in her sex-focused brain, but then he sank into her, fully impaling her in one quick thrust.
There was something wonderful about having a cock in her cunt. It was as though she’d been missing her arms and hadn’t realized it until they were suddenly back—she felt whole and complete in every way that she hadn’t felt before. She moaned as she fucked eagerly back at the boy, grabbing him and pulling him to her with everything that she had.
She was in a utopia of bliss and sensuality. Suddenly there were other cocks, even though she didn’t know where they came from. She grabbed one and stroked it, while the other poked at her mouth. She eagerly sucked it in and swirled her tongue around the head of it.
Hands stroked her arms and legs, caressed her shoulders and chest and squeezed her ass. And still, her hips bucked up at the male hips pounding back at her. Her pleasure soared and crested and ebbed and flowed and coursed through her, driving her ever onward toward euphoria.
And suddenly, her peak was upon her, flooding her senses with an exquisite ecstasy and deepening her instinctual need for sexual pleasure. Through her orgasm, she continued thrusting herself up at the boy, even as he began to pick up his pace as his own peak neared. More and more desperate she became as her first climax waned and her second waxed.
Faster and faster they moved until he finally slammed into her and emptied himself inside her depths. The feel of his hot spunk within her triggered her second orgasm and she rode waves of pleasure with her back on the floor.
She could sense a sudden rush of eagerness to her sides; an excitement and scrambling that she didn’t understand. The boy between her legs moved and was immediately replaced by another. She welcomed the next cock inside her needy hole and resumed fucking. Her mind lost even more awareness of her surroundings, now completely focused on the shaft pumping into her fuck-sleeve.
Another peak washed over her and it was as though her body was running on pure instinct. Her conscious mind was aware only of the bliss—the pleasure, the ecstasy—of orgasm. Her next peak hit her as her last ebbed. And soon, her climaxes were back to back. She rolled and flowed from one cum to the next with no time in between.
Meanwhile, the boys, driven to a sexual frenzy caused by the smell of their own seed on her skin, both inside and out, were rapidly taking turns, fucking themselves to utter exhaustion.
It was to the scene of three fucked out teens and one oblivious preteen that the door opened half an hour later. Beth and Tim had come for Allison’s next session. Tim, however, was immediately overwhelmed by the scent and nearly leaped between Allison’s legs, where he began fucking her without any regard for her desires. Allison’s body had nearly a dozen climaxes while he fucked her to two of his own without stopping, but Allison herself was, for all intents and purposes, unconscious.
Beth, who was horrified at what had happened to her daughter while she was out of the room, managed to drag the three boys into the living room, where they slowly came to. There was a lot of confusion, to say the least. Especially when the boys couldn’t find all of their clothes. They eventually found them outside of Allison’s window, which Beth had closed.
It took Beth nearly an hour to get Allison clean enough again. Tim felt horrible that he’d lost control, but understood that it wasn’t his fault. Unfortunately, the incident proved to be a setback for Allison, who reverted to the way she’d been in the days following her emergence from the Cooper house.
It took nearly four days to get Allison back to where she’d been before the trio. And several more before she was coherent all the time. By the time Allison’s father—who was a corporate attorney, and had been in Britain for nearly three weeks while he supervised the legal portion of an international merger—returned, Allison was, for the most part, back to normal. She was still attracting males, though to a lesser degree. Her father was able to have short, supervised visits with her, but most of the time, they had to stay in separate rooms.
Tim continued to do his part to help out. And he and Allison grew closer. After one of their sessions, she asked him if they could be actual girlfriend and boyfriend. Tim was hesitant at first, since she was so young. Allison pointed out that while she may be physically young, she was far from inexperienced. She also confided in him that she wanted him to protect her from other boys—she didn’t remember the trio that had come through her window and fucked her, but she’d been told about it and a very real part of her wanted to belong only to Tim.
Tim had a conversation with Allison’s parents. He told them what she had said to him and he confessed to them that he had grown to care for her much the way he would a girlfriend. Beth and Carl, Allison’s father, had a conversation of their own. Their parental instincts screamed at them to say no—that, with the sexual nature of their current relationship, they couldn’t reasonably expect that any future relationship between the two could be chaste, and an ongoing sexual relationship between a nine and a fifteen year old, barring the temporary unusual circumstances, was simply out of the question. But after watching the two together, and really seeing for the first time how they’d come to feel about each other, they eventually gave in and said yes.
It was several weeks before Allison was able to leave the seclusion of her room for as long as she wanted. She and Tim, in an effort to make sure she was completely over her addiction to sex, confined their relationship to talks on the phone and visits with other people around for more than two weeks. Until one night, they admitted that they really wanted to be together, and Tim—after a little convincing of the Temples and a lot of convincing of his mother—spent the night in Allison’s bed. The two made love as if for the first time and held each other afterward until they both fell asleep. It was the first time that they really felt together.
Beth had taken Allison to the doctor to be checked out as soon as it was safe to do so. But it wasn’t until the second visit a few weeks later—Allison’s doctor wanting to check up on her and make sure she was still OK—that they discovered that Allison was pregnant. While it came as a great shock to the Temples, Beth and Carl eventually made the decision that they would raise the baby as Allison’s sibling. They’d always wanted more children, but Beth had never been able after complications during Allison’s birth. When Tim found out, he held Allison while she cried. She was terrified that he wouldn’t want to have anything to do with her—especially since she didn’t know who the father was. Tim assured her that he still loved her and that he wasn’t going anywhere. He looked her in the eye and told her that, even though this child would be raised as Allison’s little brother or sister, that he would always think of the child as theirs.
Ten years later, Tim watched with bated breath as Allison Temple walked down the aisle. She looked just as beautiful at 19 as she had at 9. A few feet away, seven year old Sarah, Allison’s second oldest “sister” entertained herself by scattering some more of the flower petals from her basket while Susan Hunt, one of the bridesmaids, attempted to get her to stop, and Bree Clarke, the maid of honor, stifled her giggles at her friend’s failure.
Next to Allison, marched her father, Carl, ready to give her away to the man who had helped save her all those years ago and who, in the process, had stolen her heart. In the front row, eyes filled with happy tears, sat Beth. She had come to love Tim like a son, and not only because she’d helped fulfill her dream of giving her a large family.
Next to Beth sat their youngest daughter, Tiffany, who, at four, was too shy to participate in the wedding, opting instead to cling to her “Mommy Beth.” On the other side of Tiffany, sat their oldest. Nine year old Destiny was the apple of Allison’s eye, and, with her light brown hair, brown eyes, round cheeks and button nose, she was the spit and image of her mother. It wasn’t just her features, however, that put Tim so in mind of a nine year old Allison, it was also the prominent bulge in her tummy. Destiny, it seemed, took after Allison in nearly every way possible, not least of which was the apparent pointlessness of warning her, “Don’t go near the Cooper house!”
