Waking up next to a nubile young girl is a special treat, especially when the said girl lies naked with a freshly fucked pussy.
"Morning, Uncle Dave," said Julee as she opened her sleep-filled eyes.
I bent over and kissed her. "Morning, darling. How do you feel?"
"Kinda sore, but…ready for more," the recently deflowered girl said with a weak smile.
"I'm glad to hear that. I'll let you rest a while longer." After giving her another kiss, I headed to the bathroom to relieve myself.
With that task out of the way, I poked my head into the other bedroom and caught April and Lilah, sleeping naked and uncovered with their legs entwined. That brought a smile to my face. It meant the shower was all mine.
I stripped out of my boxers and adjusted the water until it was just right. I closed my eyes and let the water cascade over my head.
"This water's cold," said a young voice next to my hip. Standing next to me, Julee scowled. "I like it warmer."
I adjusted the water and she stepped into the direct stream. "Much better," she sighed.
I lathered up my hands and applied it to her back. "I like that," she said. "Nobody's done that to me in years. Autumn gets baths from Mom, but I get sent off to the shower, alone."
I mentally pictured both scenarios, signaling my approval with my cock. "Am I doing that to you?" she asked. "No wonder you wanted a cold shower." Julee grabbed me and gave it a couple of strokes. "It was easier on the bed. Not as slippery."
"Back up against me," I ordered. When she did, I soaped up her chest, paying attention to her small titties. Twisting her nipples between my fingers made her mew like a kitten.
Leaning farther over, I reached down to her pussy, gently touching the recently violated opening. The mew changed into a moan. "Turn around," I said. This time I soaped up her butt, removing any stray sand particles. I finished by giving her a playful slap on her lower cheek.
"What are you two doing?" asked a voice outside the glass. I jumped out of my skin until I noticed April standing there.
"Uncle Dave was just cleaning me up. Come on in and join us."
The door opened and not one but two girls entered. I stood face to face with Lilah. "April invited me along. I hope you don't mind."
She obviously wasn't looking down. Julee was. "Oh, no. Uncle Dave needs a cold shower more than ever."
Lilah stepped forward, rubbing her body against mine. "Kiss me, Uncle Dave."
I complied, touching her tongue with mine. Our eyes met and time slowed down. If I didn't have some shampoo making its way into my eye, I'd fuck her then and there.
Thinking better of it, I said, "Finish up getting clean and then meet me in my bedroom. We'll discuss the schedule for today."
Thinking that would be sufficient, I exited the shower, quickly dried off, and returned to my room. There I pulled out a clean pair of boxers that I slipped on. Turning around, I jumped out of my skin again.
On the bed were three naked girls, sitting cross-legged, grinning ear to ear. "We're ready for your instructions, Uncle Dave," said April.
"You scared me," I said, receiving giggles as an answer. "I was almost going to cancel your surprise."
"What surprise?" asked Julee.
"I snagged four spots at the exclusive meet and greet before the concert."
"What's a meet and greet?" asked Lilah.
I sat down on the corner of the bed. No way could I sit the way they were. My legs didn't bend that much anymore. "At the meet and greet, you get access to the special guest or guests."
"You mean, like Troy?" asked a breathless Lilah. All three girls leaned forward to hear more.
"Exactly. At the ones I've attended, I got an autograph or maybe a picture. Once the guest allowed questions for a few minutes. Think you want to attend?"
"Yes," they screamed as they hopped up and began jumping on the bed. The sight of the trio of naked preteens bouncing made me forget what I wanted to say.
"When is it?" asked the ever-practical April in mid-leap.
"Early afternoon," I replied. "Now stop jumping on the bed so we can talk."
The three of them halted their exuberance, returning to their former positions. Even under my control, I could see them ready to burst from their excitement. "I was thinking that we could do a late breakfast or early lunch. Then we come back and get dressed in something nice and spend an hour or so. That would leave most of the afternoon for the beach before the concert tonight. What do you think?"
"I'm famished now," said Julee.
"An hour's too short," said Lilah.
"We didn't bring anything nice to wear," said April. She did the air quotes around the word nice.
I hadn't thought the whole thing through. This much exposed preteen skin addles my brain sometimes. "I'm also hungry. Put on your travel clothes now, and we'll grab something to eat downstairs. I'll figure out the next stop after that."
The girls jumped up, each giving me a hug before leaving the room. That didn't help my decision making at all.
After a hearty breakfast, I shepherded my three charges into a small boutique specializing in preteen fashions that the concierge recommended. Not on the boardwalk, the place was practically deserted. The tourists spent more time and money buying the overpriced tee-shirts emblazoned with the "My friend went to the shore and only brought back this stinking shirt" slogans. This shop catered more to the locals and their guests.
The salesgirl named Andrea greeted us. After explaining what we wanted, she took the girls away, pointing me to the husband chair to await the fashion show. Reluctantly, I sat down, picking up a celebrity rag to thumb through while I waited. And waited. And waited.
Being a bachelor with simple tastes, I usually walk into a store and grab a couple things off the rack. If the size is right, and I like the color or design, I buy it. This approach to clothes shopping differs from the unfathomable process used by the other gender. My lack of understanding or perhaps the ridicule I professed cost me more than one relationship. Over the years I learned to sit quietly and keep my mouth shut.
After ten minutes or so, the door opened, setting off the electric eye bell, and a young lady entered. I glanced in her direction, catching her face shrouded by a huge floppy straw hat and a pair of aviator-sized sunglasses.
"She's in the back," I said before turning back to the intriguing article on extraterrestrial abductions of rabbits.
"Thanks," said the girl, nervously pacing while she waited.
After a minute, I asked, "Would you like a seat?" She shook her head. "Or I can see if I can locate her."
"That's all right," she answered. "I think she's coming now."
The new arrival spoke the truth. The salesgirl approached, a black garment bag draped between her arms. Following her, like little ducklings were my three girls, each in a pastel sundress. April wore a lemony yellow, Julee sported a minty green, and Lilah dressed in a rich turquoise.
"I'm so sorry, miss," said Andrea. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting."
"It's perfectly all right," said the girl, removing her sunglasses to reveal a pretty and natural complexion. "I'm used to not getting the celebrity treatment. You were able to fix the costume, right?"
"Oh yes. My manager is an expert with a needle and reinforced the stitching. You wouldn't want an unexpected wardrobe malfunction."
The girl shook her head as she took the garment bag. "Thank you. What do I owe you?"
"Just have a good performance tonight," said Andrea.
After the girl departed, I glanced at my trio, ready to give them a compliment. Instead, they stood there with their mouths open. "What's with you three?"
"Was that Dot Cummings?" whispered Julee.
"Who?" I asked.
The salesgirl nodded. "That was she. But don't tell anyone. She swore us to secrecy, at least for the weekend."
"Who?" I repeated.
"We're going to her concert," said April. "She's Cressie."
All four of them stared at me like I was from the last century. Of course, I am. "I did think she looked a little familiar." I let out a big sigh and then gestured to my girls. "You never looked better."
All three giggled, but never said, "You mean with clothes on?" I could read their nasty collective minds.
I turned to the salesgirl. "Andrea, you did a wonderful job."
"Thanks. Our sundresses were on sale. 50% off. It is the end of the season, you know. And with the matching panties included, it was a bargain. They did say that you needed a matching item." She held up a tropical shirt, maroon with white flowers.
"That looks perfect," I said without even turning over the price tag. "We'll take the whole lot."
I changed into my new fancy shirt and paid the girl. Then, carrying our old clothes in a shopping bag, I led my three charges toward the hotel. This was the best shopping day ever.
How do you keep three active preteens in new dresses clean, no make that spotless, for a couple of hours? I'm sure an accomplished soccer mom might find it second nature. But this old confirmed bachelor had visions of replacing the newly purchased garments before they ever got seen.
I vetoed stopping at the pizza place as we entered the hotel. After a bit of discussion, we agreed a late lunch would work out better. They also turned down cavorting in the waves for an hour just to cool off. Saturday brought twice as many beachgoers to crowd the sand.
That just left the room. We retreated to the Captain's Suite for relaxation and passing the time in the air conditioning. April suggested stripping out of the dresses, just in case. That brought visions of a orgy where we lost track of time and missed the meet and greet, the whole reason for purchasing our new outfits.
As a compromise, they removed the dresses and laid them out on their bed. The girls remained in their new colorful panties. The only complication was the chilly room which made their nipples pucker up. Since they didn't complain, I didn't either. As for me, the tropical shirt and old shorts joined the dresses, leaving me only in boxers. For that I thanked my lucky stars. I wouldn't want to expose my shortcomings in our igloo.
Even with us partially covered, you could still cut the lust in the room with a knife.
The girls wanted to flip on the television for more Troy and Cressie episodes. I rolled my eyes, reminding them soaked panties were not a good option. After rejecting a couple other ideas, April suggested a game of cards.
I harkened back to the day with Autumn as we played Go Fish. Instead, April chose Texas Hold Em and playing for high stakes. The winner got me for the whole night. That automatically relegated me to the role of dealer. I was happy. I would have hated being the big winner and having to play with myself all night.
I dealt hand after hand. While the two twelve-year-olds did fine, the little eleven-year-old card shark exhibited both great luck and an amazing bluffing expertise. In the end, April wiped out the other two. That brought a smile to my face. I had dreamed for months about finally sleeping with the girl who pimped out her friends to me. It also brought accusations I fed her cards just to get in her pants. Pleading ignorance, I regretted not thinking of it myself.
The game ended with plenty of time to freshen up and dress before heading down to the lobby. Or so I thought. We took our spots at the end of the queue of at least fifty sets of antsy preteen girls accompanied by their mother.
"I should have gone all-in a half hour earlier," said April. "I spent too much time toying with you two."
"Yeah, right," said Julee, brooding over the outcome.
Lilah ignored her friends and began muttering to herself. "I hope we get in. I hope we get in."
The doors opened about thirty minutes later. Not one person joined the line behind us in the entire half hour. "It's on you, Uncle Dave, if we don't get in," said April.
"Don't worry," I said trying to hide my own uncertainty.
The line crawled forward. How slow? Well, I checked my pocket watch as we reached the entry door and found half the time allocated for the event had passed. As we stepped inside, the hotel staff person checked our tickets and closed the door behind us. "We're last," said Julee as she glared at me.
"Just be patient." That's the worst thing you can advise a preteen. Seeing her reaction, I decided on a different tactic. The organizers had separated the two headliners to allow the line to split into two. At least in theory. While we stood there, only two girls stepped out of line to visit the other table before hurrying back to their moms. Apparently, everyone wanted to meet and greet Troy. "Why don't we start over there?" I asked while pointing at the other table.
"But we'll lose our place in line," said the panicking Lilah.
"To whom?" asked April pointing over my shoulder at the closed door.
"Oh, yeah."
After an eye roll, the four of us deserted our place and headed to the almost forgotten table. "Are we in time?" I asked.
"Of course." The pretty girl with short shaggy chestnut brown hair looked up from the book she was reading. "Hey, I know you guys. I simply love those dresses." All three of my charges blushed. "Not to mention that shirt." I turned bright red.
"You look much nicer without the straw hat," I said, which she did. During the time between our encounters, she transformed herself with makeup, perhaps not as much as for her show, but more than the plain face at the boutique. Generally, I embrace girls with the natural look, but in her case, she was hot.
"So Cressie, not too busy today?" I asked as she signed a photo for April.
"Never, and call me Dot. Unlike my co-star, I have a life away from the show." She handed the souvenir to my youngest niece. "He does get 90% of the attention and fan mail. I figure if I give out ten pictures at one of these, I've done good."
She turned to Lilah. "You have the prettiest hair I've ever seen. I have to wear a wig for the show. The stylist refused to touch this mess." Dot gestured at her head.
"There are days I wish mine was shorter," said Lilah. "But my mom would kill me if I even thought about cutting it." She took the autograph. "Thanks. You know, maybe I'll show her your hair style, and we can compromise."
After Dot signed another for Julee, I asked, "Could I trouble you for a snap with the girls?"
"No prob. It's not like anyone else is in line."
The girls went behind the table, assuming their positions around the celebrity. April and Julee sat on either side while Lilah stood behind the girl. I gestured for the girls to lean in and then clicked my phone. "Ooh, that's a good one," I said.
"Let's see," said Dot. I passed her the phone. "How adorable."
"One more," said April. This time they took the same positions, but Julee and April puckered up their lips and pretended to kiss Dot's cheeks.
"Even better," I said as I turned the phone toward the girl.
"Scandalous," said Dot as she reached for the phone. Instead of deleting the shot, she entered her address onto my phone. "You have to send it to me. Don't worry. It won't get hacked and spread on the Internet. Nobody even knows I exist."
While the girls scurried back to the end of the Troy queue, I asked, "Mind if I sit with you?"
"I'd appreciate it." After a couple of big sighs, she said, "Life at the second table is so boring. To think, just two years ago, I was standing in the line like your girls."
I studied her for a moment. "How old are you?"
"Would you believe I'm only fourteen?"
"You act a lot older."
Dot giggled. "When I got paired with a co-star almost four years older than me, I had to adjust. It was my misfortune to catch the producer's eye at a meet and greet. They thought Troy and me had great chemistry. It was more of a passing infatuation. After a year of acting and singing lessons, followed by the show, I got disillusioned, and he moved on to the next young thing. Or several next things."
I cocked my head. "So, you don't enjoy the acting?"
"Somewhat. I hate being recognized and this concert…" She shook her head. "I'm a decent studio singer, but when it's live, I get all nervous. One of these days I'll do something on stage to get me fired."
"It sounds like you're not confident."
"That's a big part of it." She chuckled. "I'd do anything to be more confident."
I stared into her eyes. "Anything?" She nodded. "I have an idea that might help. Want to try it?" She nodded again. "Can you get away for a bit?"
Dot stood up and yelled, "Be right back." A hotel staff person pointed at her, giving permission.
"Let's find a quiet, dark room."
Intrigued, Dot led me through the service door and into an unused office. "Will this do?"
"Perfect. Have a seat facing the wall."
While she got comfortable, I pulled out my pocket flashlight and shined the beam onto the wall. Then I extracted the watch. "Just stare at the beam as the crystal goes back and forth. And relax."
A minute or so later, she went into that trance state. "Listen to my words, Dot. Believe everything I say."
"I will believe," she responded.
"You are a good singer. The audience loves when you sing. They love your voice. You always sing with no need for nervousness. Your voice leaves them breathless." I continued to repeat the message several times. I had her sing a simple scale. Though I'm no musical expert, she sounded good to me.
"Whenever you sing, Dot, you will recall my words and believe them."
"Recall and believe."
I added one more suggestion, to be triggered by the words 'Cleopatra's Asp' in the future. Just in case the opportunity presented itself. Then I snapped her back to reality.
"So when are you going to help me?" she asked.
I shrugged. "It was probably a bad idea anyway. I'm sure you'll do fine on your own. Shall we head on back?"
The room was pared down to just two hotel staff, my three girls, and Troy. "Bout time you showed up, Cressie," he said.
"Dave was just trying something to help me," replied Dot.
"Good. She could stand some fixing. Hey, I remember you. You pointed me to the elevator."
"Yeah," I said as I nodded. "That was us."
Troy reached into his pocket and pulled out some pink papers, handing them to the girls. "Here you go. As a reward for last in line and not throwing a hissy fit."
"Backstage passes?" asked Lilah.
"Better," said Troy with a wink. "I'm tossing a special, invitation-only party after the concert up in the Commodore's Suite. Those're your passes. I assume you can find the entrance."
The three girls hopped up and down, squealing, before hugging their benefactor.
"See you later then, Come on, Cressie. Let's get some rest before we have to sing."
"Sing well," I said, mostly to the female part of the act.
Still excited, the girls almost floated to the elevator and up to the room. Perhaps a little lunch and a walk in the surf would bring them back to earth before the big event. The way they reacted, Troy had three fans for life.
The concert was indescribable. So I won't bother. I can say Troy took a shine to my girls, even inviting them on stage to dance during one number. Those sexy short sundresses had any fathers in the audience hard. At least, if they were like me.
As for Dot, she sang with her whole heart. To my ears, she put her co-star to shame. The audience might not agree, but I hated for their finale to end.
I gathered the girls and tried to bring them back to earth. I thought they floated high after the meet and greet. All the way to the elevator, it was "Troy this" and "Troy that."
Before we could enter our elevator, the hotel staff checked for the after-concert invitation. Upstairs, we got shepherded away from our room and into the party suite. That made the girls ecstatic, but I would have preferred to skip the party.
Inside I noted about a dozen preteen and teen girls, three or four mothers, and the two singers. Everyone was milling around Troy, their drink in hand and their brains on heartthrob alert. Everyone but Cressie. She stood, leaning against her bedroom door.
I approached the girl and said, "Is this half of the doorframe taken?"
"Hey, Dave. Welcome to the party. Or on my side of the room, the library."
"Well, your number one fan wants to congratulate you on the concert. I thought you were perfect."
Dot smiled. "Thanks for saying that. Even though your plan didn't pan out, I felt better than ever before."
This time I smiled. It panned out much better than I planned. At least so far. "So what do you do during one of these parties?"
"Well, Troy is going to hold court with the harem listening to every word. I get bored and go to my room. I've listened to his mix tapes so often that I just fall asleep."
I didn't say anything, instead watching the invitees. He had selected a beautiful gaggle of girls, the kind I'd assemble for an orgy. Even the mothers fit the MILF labels. I was glad the girls were hosted by a straight-laced guy like Troy.
April snuck back to us. "Troy is inviting us to a slumber party here tonight. Can we stay? The moms said they'd chaperone."
I almost said yes without thinking. But a bad feeling came over me. "Grab the firedogs and meet me in the bedroom."
Moments later the five of us sat on Dot's bed. "Firedogs, remember you are controlled by only me. Resist any other commands. Don't let anyone do any harm to you or others. Within those guidelines, enjoy yourself."
"We understand," said the trio, though Dot appeared perplexed.
"I'm going to stay tonight, if you don't mind," said April. "I know it was my night, the one I won."
"I'll survive. Besides I might have an alternate plan."
April did a head jerk toward Dot. "I get your drift. Go for it, Uncle Dave."
The three girls headed back to join the others. They were at the balcony window, watching the display of fireworks over the water.
"Want to sneak out of this party?" I asked.
"Are you serious?"
"It's quieter across the hall." I bent over and whispered in her ear, "Want to visit Cleopatra's Asp?"
Dot answered by kissing me. "I thought you'd never ask."
We exited the bedroom and headed to the door. I noticed a thumbs up from all three girls as we left the room. Whatever happened, I knew it would be a memorable night, hopefully for all of us.
Across the hall, the Captain's Suite proved a sharp contrast from the teenaged mayhem we came from. All the soundproofing material my company specified was well worth it.
"What a difference," said Dot. She glanced at me, licking her lips and then flashing a sly smile. "This is more my style…for a quiet evening."
"Shall I give you the grand tour?" She nodded and took my hand to lead her.
"Well, this room is the sitting area. That's where we…sit."
"Fascinating."
"And over here," I said with a flourish of my hand. "We have the door to the bathroom. Just in case you need to…bathe."
"I'm mildly familiar with that particular room."
"And that is my bedroom." I opened the door, and led the teen girl inside.
"About time," she muttered as she closed the door behind us, barring my access to the knob. "Why don't we just end the tour in here?"
"Fine with me, my little asp," I said as I took a seat on the bed. "I believe you are getting too hot. Take off your shirt."
Dot unbuttoned her top two buttons and pulled it over her head. The move revealed her dainty white bra covering her small breasts. "Beautiful," I said. "Now those boobies are showing signs of sweat. Free them so they can cool off."
Giggling, she unhooked the front chip and let the undergarment slip off her shoulders. "Sorry they're so small."
"Oh, Dot, they are just perfect for you. I am a connoisseur of small tits. Now get closer so I might examine them."
The girl stepped toward me until out knees touched. I slipped forward, letting my legs surround hers. I squeezed those enticing mounds on her chest, eliciting a deep intake of air. Before she could exhale that breath, I took her right nipple in my mouth and sucked it hard. With my fingers, I massaged the other to the form of a perfect eraser. After a few seconds, I switched sides. I could see her legs quivering and knees buckling as I did.
"Enjoying that?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," she said. "Keep going and never stop."
Instead of granting her request, I slid back to my original position. "Your turn," I said with a smirk.
"Dave, shed that shirt."
I slowly undid the buttons, top to bottom, all the while doing my best male stripper imitation. With the last unbuttoned, I flipped one side open to expose my chest while holding the other to my sternum. After a moment, I swapped positions, exposing the other side, and repeated the moves seven or eight times. The effect was an uncontrollable giggling girl.
"Making fun of an old man, are you?"
Dot shook her head, trying to regain her composure. "To be honest, you're not the oldest man to fuck me. Not even close, and he was a lot funnier looking than you."
"Is that what you think we're going to do? What if I ordered you to fall asleep with no other interaction?" Blood drained from her face as she grew quiet. "Don't worry, Dot. I never turn down a new willing pussy. Now, off with the rest of your clothes. And hurry."
While she shimmied her pants and panties down her legs, I unbuckled my shorts and slid out of them. "Now, onto the bed, my naked asp."
She hopped onto the bed, spreading her legs in anticipation. I obliged, hungrily attacking her awaiting lips. Oh, the sweet nectar of young lust.
With her fully stimulated, I shifted to position my erect cock for penetrating her willing body. Before I did anything, I posed the question. "What do you want me to do now?"
"Fuck me," said the teen girl. "Fuck me hard."
So I did. A different sensation from my recent preteen conquests. Tight, yet not impossibly so. I didn't hold back, and neither did she. Her muscles squeezed back. We continued until she shook as I shot my seed into her. A flash came over me. Imagine, watching the girl on the small screen, carrying my little one.
"That was wonderful," she said. "So much better than being on the casting couch."
We did it twice more, taking us to the wee hours of the morning. Between orgasms we cuddled and kissed. "I'm so glad you didn't treat me like a fuck doll," she whispered.
"I couldn’t, wouldn't do that." She was the nicest actress I ever met. And the first I'd ever fallen for.
As we drifted off to sleep, I wondered if my charges thought the same about the actor with them. I hoped they had half as good a night as I did.
