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Debutant

by Bunyip



My cousin had her debutant ball in the small country town where she
lived. Another cousin and I decided it would be nice to attend as we were
all about the same age and had basically grown up together. Terri, the one
that lived in my town had been almost a sister to me and we had gone many
places together. I had even taken her to parties as my date when I needed
one and she had done the same with me. Neither of us were overrun with
offers and we liked each other's company anyway.



She had looked after me the first time I got drunk and then the very
next party it was my turn to watch over her. It became common for us to
appear together almost as boyfriend/girlfriend. Eventually after a lot of
questions and a bit of stirring on our part we suggested that we might have
been to bed together. We hadn't at that time but having suggested it,
there was nothing to stop us anymore, the opportunity simply hadn't
presented itself.



The other cousin, Molly, had been on holidays with us. Each year our
parents would take us away for Christmas to the beach and both families
would share the house. The last time we did this I was fourteen and Molly
was thirteen. She walked in on me when I was standing at the toilet peeing
and just had to watch until I finished. She giggled as I shook it and put
it away but then chased me out so she could pee in privacy.



After that she came up to me and apologised for not letting me see her
equipment and invited me under the house for a good look. We did so and
she let me touch her as well which I soon found to her liking and we played
like this several times before, one day, I found my dick was stirring to
attention over what we were doing. Molly had to see it standing and had to
play with it as well. I didn't ejaculate at that time and didn't really
know that that was what was supposed to happen. Anyway we must have been
found out or something as the two families didn't holiday together anymore
after that year.



On the way to "Hicksville" or whatever the name of the place was, Terri
heard all about this and she said that it made her horny just talking about
it. It was a three hour drive and too dark to see any scenery so we kept
talking about sex and our limited experiences. By the time we got there I
had had a horn for almost three hours and Terri admitted she was riding on
juicy underwear. We arrived late into the night and were greeted by our
aunty and uncle dressed ready for bed. They quickly made arrangements for
Terri to bunk down with Molly and for me to sleep on a cot on the varandah.
Now it wasn't planned that way but the cot was right beside Molly's bedroom
wndow. I dropped my jeans and climbed into bed just as the lights in the
bedroom came on.



I heard the two talking and heard Terri say how I told her what Molly
and I had done. Molly said she remembered it well and if it had happened
this weekend she was sure we would end up in bed. They laughed and Terri
said how hot and horny she was after our long talk on the way up. I guess
they must have been partly undressed by then because Molly said she could
see Terri's wet spot in her panties. Terri giggled and said it was so sexy
being arroused and bumping along on the country roads. She said she nearly
got off a couple of times just from road vibrations. Molly giggled and and
then said "Mmm and your so hot down there as well!"



I turned suddenly on the bed and as it creaked the two girls burst into
laughter. The window opened slowly and quietly and a head poked out
followed by another. "Why are you listening in?" Molly asked.



"It's hard not to. You two must share everything each other hears" I
answered.



"I bet it's hard." Terri said and they both giggled again. We talked
through the window for so long that the moon came up lighting the place up.
Molly climbed out the window, over me and onto the varandah motioning for
Terri to follow her. As Terri came out of the window she knelt on one side
of me and as she passed over me her legs were spread so far apart, so close
over my face that I could smell her pussy juices even though I could see
nothing.



I rolled out of bed behind them and followed Molly across the lawn to
their garage. Once inside the garage Molly stopped and turned catching me
as I entered. "Hello cousin," she said as she planted a big wet kiss "Are
you still a kissing cousin?"



Terri giggled and said "According to the gossip back home we're huggin',
kissin', and 'rootin' cousins as well."



"Oh really," Molly said "You been cheating on me then?" I stood there in
a Tshirt and jockey briefs that were standing out like a pup tent. Molly
wore a negligee and panties and Terri was wearing her Tshirt and panties.
The garage was beginning to smell like pussy.



Molly quietly opened the sliding door of their camping van to reveal a
bed already made up, and we climbed inside. I followed with Terri right
behind me gropping my ball bag as I lifted a leg to get in. We all sat
cross legged at first as we talked and joked about past events. It was
well after midnight and Molly said her folks would be sound asleep and
snoring by now, but we would have to be back in bed before dawn as her dad
would be up early enough to kick the rooster out of bed.



Molly looked at Terri in the dim light and said "How wet is that thing
now."



"God, you ask the wierdest questions!" she said defensively.



"So wet I can taste it from here." I answered to a glare from Terri.



"Does it taste good?" Molly asked.



"Good enough to eat!" I answered.



Terri smiled at me this time and opened her feet apart saying "Then eat
me, big mouth." I moved toward her and pulled her legs toward me so that
she lay back onto the bed. I lifted her legs up and her bum off the bed
long enough to slip her panties off and pull them up to her knees. I
twisted them there to bind her knees together and kept her knees bent up
almost to her breasts. Her pussy was as beautiful as I expected it to be
in the dim moonlight, and I told her so.



Molly said "Enough idle talk, let's see you chow down on the pussy city
boy."



I bent toward her pussy until my nose brushed her pubic hair, the first
time I had come so close to one. My tongue stuck out and my eyes shut as I
didn't know what to expect but the moment my tongue touched that dripping
wet virgin pussy I fell in love with it. My tongue darted about
frantically at first until I gathered from her moans what she most wanted.
I licked at her pussy until I heard a small muffled scream and stopped dead
still. "You all right?" I asked thinking I had hurt her.



"Whatever you just did you can do all night." she responded.



Molly said "What? What did he do? How? uh what?" as she looked back
and forth between the two of us. I just went back to eating Terri's
fantastic pussy.



Molly had her hand between her legs tickling herself until she thought
to pull my underpants down. She found my balls dangling between my thighs
and as she grasped them she burst out with "Fuck me, haven't they grown."
Terri and I burst into laughter and I lay back to get my jocks right off.
As they were tossed to one corner my cock sprung to attention and Terri
looked at it with wide open eyes. "Jeezus, and hasn't that grown as well."




Molly sat with her legs wide agape and her hands working automatically
in her juice pot as she studied my erection. Even I was impressed with
it's size. Then looking down at her pussy and back at my cock she said
"You think that is going to get in there, you got another think coming.



Terri immediately studied her own pussy and then Molly's, then glanced
back at my cock. "How about you give us half each?" she suggested with a
giggle which Molly joined in with.



"Maybe you should let some pressure out of it?" Molly added.



"Great idea, then start sucking!" I said as I bent my cock over toward
her mouth. Both Terri and Molly come toward me and unable to decide who
would start they both leaned toward me and licked the swollen head of my
proud cock. I tensed and stiffened my stance as the pleasure took me by
surprise. My legs spread apart automatically and I closed my eyes as two
wonderful tongues slipped delicately over my tender glans. I lay still now
as they intently inspected and tasted my golden staff.



"Oh you get wet too!" Terri announced between slurps which opened my
eyes immediately. I knew nothing of "first drop" or "precum" at that
stage and was amazed to hear that my cock had gotten "wet". Of course it
was all gone by then as Terri had licked it clean in one go. Molly tried
to taste me but I guess she missed out. She came up to me, face to face,
smiled and asked if I was happy I had decided to come up for her Deb Ball.
I smiled and she gave me a deep tongue kiss that took both Terri and I by
surprise. She squated over my cock but not to sit on it. Instead she took
her nightie off leaving only her silky panties on and sat on me so my cock
slid deliciously against the smooth material up the crack of her behind and
nestled against her soft, warm body.



Her breasts dangled loosely but impressively before me as she leaned
forward and we began a long series of kisses and smootching. Terri moved
in behind her and started to lick and suck on my cock again. With tits on
my chest, kissing, hugging and being sucked on, it felt like I was in
heaven. Molly pushed my cock further back so it was nestled in the soft
panty covered crevice of her crotch. I could feel the heat of her pussy on
my sensitive cock and it drove me wild. I plunged my tongue into her mouth
and squeezed her body against mine so that her warm tits pressed against my
chest.



She was obviously enjoying the situation as well though Terri seemed to
be a little left out. Mind you she was quite busy sucking cock by then as
Molly and I pleasured each other like long term boyfriend/girlfriend.
Unbeknown to me Terri had slipped Molly's panties over her rump and was
touching her somehow as she licked my cock. Suddenly Molly jerked up and
before I knew what had happened my cock was inching into her cunt,
apparently directed there by Terry. We kissed feaverishly at first then
the kissing lost it's appeal to us as the feeling of cock in cunt took
over. Terri helped guide me in and pulled molly's pubic hair from her
opening to stop it dragging inside with my cock.



When I was all the way in I had to hold Molly tightly so she would not
move in case I shot off straight away. The sensation of sliding into her
tight but wet hole almost sent me off before I had started. I could feel
Terri's hand on the underside of what cock was still exposed and she was
saying something that we couldn't understand at first as we looked
dreamingly into each other's eyes. Then we heard her saying that Molly had
a little blood coming out of her. I guess now that her hymen must have
broken, but at the time it seemed that the girls knew more about it than
me. "Oh" Molly said "It hurt a bit but it feels so good you have to try
it." then she lifted off me and sat in front of my cock again.



Terri waited until Molly had lifted herself off me and to one side
before replacing her. My cock was standing so proudly now that I wanted it
to shoot everywhere. Terri had the idea that she wanted it up her, right
now. She straddled my lap and squated on my cock till the tip pierced her
juicy cunt lips. It was wonderful to feel her body heat and the hot juicy
hole she slipped slowly over my cock. Molly had her hands in her panties
again, fondling herself wickedly as she watched Terri take her gift of me
into her groin. As her thighs rested on mine and her mons met my pelvic
mound the two of us smiled at each other.



We had each wanted this for a long time, had been accused of having
already enjoyed each other , and now we really did know what it was like.
Terri leaned forward and hugged me as Molly took her soiled panties off and
squated over my legs behind Terri. Her pussy was pressed against Terri's
behind and her legs were alongside Terri's. They were straddling me in
tandom. Molly fondled Terri's breasts and tried to get Terri to thrust
with her. Terri smiled with me as all three of us began a slow rythmic
motion. Molly's breasts were against Terri's back as the two rocked back
and forth, up and down together, in perfect unison.



Terri was getting faster and faster and her face was getting redder, her
breathing was becoming faster and deeper. She closed her eyes as if a pain
had overcome her and she whinced as her vagina gripped tightly onto my cock
and throbbed. She cried as she slowed down to a stop but Molly was trying
to keep her going. Finally Terri sat more upright and said to Molly "I've
gotten mine, you better take over before he goes off, or you'll miss out."
With that she lifted off me and then lay on my chest with her behind
against my cock. Molle bent it back a little and slid it back into her
tight hole the slid all the way down onto me so her pussy was against
Terri's behind again.



Molly began to ride me like that as Terri and her rubbed together and
Molly massaged Terri's back. I lost my state of excitement for a moment
and found myself having to build up again from scratch. It wasn't that I
wasn't enjoying myself, I simply became engrossed in how the two girls were
interacting. I began to realise that the weekend may have had greater
planning than I had been led to believe. Anyway it didn't take long inside
her tight pussy for my cock to get in the mood to shoot. Suddenly it
happened without any warning to the girls, and Molly took the whole load up
her pussy.



"God I didn't mean to load you up..." I said "it happened so fast."
Molly smiled and said I was lucky I didn't shoot up Terri as she had no
protection. Molly was on the pill at least. I relaxed with confidence
that I wasn't going to have to explain to my parents how I had gotten my
cousin, or worse still both cousins in the mother's club. We all relaxed
then and snuggled together, all naked, sweaty and smelling of sex. The
combi looked like a bomb had hit it, but we stayed awake all night talking
and reliving old experiences. I sometimes wondered if we could ever get
together again and repeat this wonderful night. It would be nice but very
unlikely as there are now three more partners to the equation.

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"THAT VALLEY" FILE II



"Why did you wait until I was seven?" Nell asked Reyn.

"What happened at the end," the boy explained, "happened a lot because
we didn't need to be naked together to share it. What I mean is, it
happened the other way, too, with him standing over me. What happened in
my mouth was pretty intense, and maybe kind of neutral at the same time,
which doesn't make much sense, but it always made me feel kind of light and
good, afterwards, so it happened a lot. Darl was a very potent young
adult, his seed probably carrying a maximum of, well, call it male essence.
The result of our being together two or three times a week, both monogamous
and not given to divergent pleasures, was that I kind of grew a little
faster and, well, a little bigger than most boys. Even when you were six I
didn't think it was safe, then you didn't put on much of a growth spurt,
and I sort of did, so I knew it wouldn't be safe, then I began falling in
love with you, so I no longer thought of you as my kid sister, and began
not caring if it was safe or not. I mean, I could hardly kill you. I'm
not like a horse or anything. But it's going to hurt at first, and it's
going to make you walk stiffly for awhile. People will know, but than
that's probably usually the case. Put enough feet to the fire and the
stories would come pouring from every family. A lot of things, Nell. Just
waiting. Watching you display more and more over the last few months, make
your wanting known without being anything but sweet and delicious. That
was like living a year each day, and with things the way they are in the
world, that's nothing trivial. Waiting. A morning prayer, every morning,
that a run away truck or wasting disease wouldn't claim you before I heard
you cry out beneath me and felt your tears on my chest. The chance to pour
myself unto you, to get American corny about it. Selfish. Wanting you for
me. Then you traded your radio for a new set of batteries, and I became
the happiest fourteen year old yet to live."



"How strange it is," the pixie mused. "For the first time in my life I
feel like praying for something, not out of ritual, but really, and think
of the blasphemy! Why it's monstrous. No color of cloth on earth would
share my prayer, light a candle, or bless me"

"And yet," the fourteen year old advised, "should you seek a
consultation with this minister and that priest, in private, seal of the
sacrament, you'd probably come to find that Jesus loved you so dearly his
disciples would glory in understanding your wants and meeting your needs."

"And I wouldn't have to pay like we usually do?" the girl asked.

"If you were lucky," the boy responded after a moment, "you might even
reverse that old collectionplate gag." The girl thought her brother very
droll and funny even while nurturing just a trace of a grudge against Coach
Darl for so endowing her brother they'd had to postpone their talk for
perhaps two whole years.



"Were you ever able to be naked with him?" the girl asked.

"We called it going to the fire," Reyn replied, "hiking by the area we'd
first visited on skies. The first time we were like I don't know what.
Very bashful. We made up a game by closing our eyes then sort of playing
hide and seek. Touching each other and seeing who could got the furthest
without peeking. We didn't do very well, but it was fun, anyway. He's so
beautiful lying along a log on his back, hands behind his head, his left
leg on the ground for balance. We'd pretend we were artists working with
models and carefully arrange each other. What we liked best was lying on
soft grass, on hour backs, me on top of him with his hands going all over
me, then touching me while we talked about things like compressing weeks of
passion into hours and who knows what else. My big thrill was when he let
me get him wet, first, because usually it was the other way around, and
feeling how excited he got you know, extra when my hand was slick with
my own watery sperm, where usually the end happened with his hand wet with
his semen."



"Did that make it happen faster?" she wanted to know.

"Abut twice as fast," the boy answered, "but you know, it's kind of hard
to be precise because before I'd spray off on him we'd usually have been
naked for half an hour more. But starting from being active with each
other, yeah, about twice as fast, plus quite a bit more. If you had
pictures of both ways, it would be easy to tell which was which."



"I liked the part about being naked and lying on the grass," the girl
murmured, "did you ever roll over so you could feel his bare chest against
yours?"

"That's how we came together when we were playing our hideandseek
game," the boy said, "it took awhile, as against just grabbing on to each
other, but the feeling was very special."

"Say no more," Nell whispered.



The athletic you teenager quickly stripped out of the remainder of his
clothing, the seven year old girl copying him garment by garment. Closing
their eyes they simulated a game of hideandseek as well as they could on
the confines of their improvised, but very pleasant, bower. As it had been
when he was eleven, the first touch of the girl's chest against his own was
equivalent to what many conventional might experience in a hear. She felt
tiny and soft, he rugged and highly potent. Just firmly touching they
slowly opened their eyes. "Hi" they both whispered.



Gradually, their arms folded around each other, the girl wriggled
slightly, and in a few minutes was lying on her back on her beautiful
brother's heaving chest. His penis was huge between her legs, seven full
inches, thick, and utterly reliable looking. How amazing a wonderful boy
was attached, a quiet, sensible beauty who'd earn well for his tribe,
perhaps their tribe of little monkeys and geniuses. In her life she'd
never be jealous of another female sharing him, how could she possibly
blame a girl?



"Nell," Reyn whispered after his hands had roamed every beautiful inch
of her tiny body for long minutes, "it's going to happen just the way it
did the first time with Darl. Hold me low down with your left hand and
grip he hard and pull down slowly with your right. You'll start getting
splashed immediately, so be ready, and if there's too much hold me to the
side and let it spill in the snow."

"Will there be any for inside me?" she wanted to know.

"If there's time," her brother replied, "you can roll over on your
tummy, move back against me, and maybe I can spray some in you without
going up inside your body."

"If that happened," the prodigy asked, "would it make it easier for us,
later?"

"It's very slippery at first," Reyn acknowledged, "but pretty quickly it
gets sticky. I don't know if it would help or cause problems."

"Then it's not all romance," the girl mocksighed, "we'll end up
experimenting just like other boys and girls do."

"What would be absolutely amazing," Reyn observed, "would be if we lived
in a world where you could get up and report for showandtell. Say to
your fellow second grader's that having sperm inside you made it easier or
harder to take a mature male. Even if they giggled, you know, the girls,
they'd still learn."



No, their aspiration to advance the world and set things right was not
solely frivolous.



Nell way lying with her hands behind her head, giving herself completely
to the lingering touches and feather caresses of her stallion buck. "Can I
touch you at all before it happens?" she asked.

"It feels like you could for five or ten seconds," Reyn answered to her
responsive nod, his hands now everywhere on the arching, panting, naked
child, legs spread wide. She wriggled lovingly to his gentle
ministrations, arching with a gasp when his right hand moved high on her
right leg and kept moving against her. It was hard, keeping her pose of
welcome and will, but her hands remained behind her pretty braids and she
made do by whispering his name over and over. Three times he brought her
to gentle, fairy cums, and each time she gurgled happily and encouraged him
with soft hisses and mews deep in her throat. Nearly an hour had passed.
The heavily laid fire burned feely, it's heat collected by the clamshell
design of the leanto. The blaze, the story of Darl, their nakedness and
closeness, their lives, all moved inward, all centered between their young
navels and knees, and her hands came free. For a few seconds she felt him
go to steel in her hand, gripped him hard he was so rugged following
protocol, and lowered her right hand, instinctively wetting it on a heavy
slick of seminal fluid lodged under his full hand heavy foreskin before
holding him vertically and taking him slowly and fully. His sperming was
immediate, the silver spray jetting against the bows roofing their shelter.
So astounded was she with Reyn's display she gaped in petrified awe before
responding to her own needs, and bringing his huge, spraying penis hard
against her tender breast, thence allowing him to slick her white and deep
just has Darl had cum off on him a few years earlier. In half a minute the
real fire began subsiding, and she gazed tenderly and still awestruck as
his pulse lessened. So enthralled was the act between a mature teen and a
wildly young girl she nearly forgot her own suggested ending to their first
time together, and so with some haste rolled, her slippery chest and belly
helping, on her stomach, moving urgently back. He helped and they found
each other in an instant. Pushed firmly against her, but did not force.
"I'm cumming," the fourteen year old groaned at the full touch of the tiny
maiden, and Nell, holding still, could feel a renewed heaviness to his
pulse as he ejaculated four heavy sprays of semen just inside her.



Again they rolled, very carefully, this time the stag on top of his
fawn. "Hi" they whispered again as she spread her legs widely and moved
carefully up against her mature brother. They were still perfectly
positioned, Reyn slightly on his elbows and knees, the girl with her arms
around his middle back, legs ready to wrap around his muscular buttocks and
pull him to her. So ready, yet for ten minutes they just enjoyed wiggling
gently together to the rhythm of his tender thrusting against her. His
hugeness and her tiny body. Her hard, athletic banjo string muscles,
thighs and belly, the soft stroking of her hands on his flanks and back as
they stared by firelight into each other's wide, blue eyes. Could there
possibly be more? Wouldn't a single, quietly passed drop of his spend fill
her belly? Wouldn't that be enough for the clerics to deny and forbid?
God sure as hell didn't think so. And the kids were on his side. Reyn was
guided by unseen hands, encouraged by unheard voices, and responded with
power and vigor. He began taking the little girl, and her legs flew around
him with a slap. His flaring head entered her, and he bucked hard but
short. She did shriek, she did cry, and he felt her tears against his
heaving, bare chest.



In a few minutes it began to be complete with the children. "You're way
inside me now," she whispered as his huge penis moved to have its length
high between her slim, white legs. He hissed in response, and, though his
eyes had grown slack and vacant, he still stared down into her pretty
Germangirl face.

"More sperm is coming," the teen managed to whisper after half an hour,
"then we better stop for awhile."

"Yes and no," the girl panted.

"Are you sure?" he panted, caring displacing the animal in his eyes
almost in an instant.

"I want you to fuck me," she hissed, biting his collarbone and shaking.



There, she'd said it. No more dirty little secrets between them. He
wilded at the word, not quite fully raping her, but in less than five
strong minutes his lower belly was hard against hers; he was home, he was a
man and man enough to hold his manhood. She panted, resting, for another
five minutes, then, with the energy of a tiger, began her own fill rape,
lunging against him, biting him, raking his back with her tiny fingers as
she pounded on him with her tiny feet. He responded lie another tiger, now
hard and fast with her, studding fully, lunging fully, faster and faster
until she screamed and went wild, so out of control she violated their one
rule and yelled "fuck me" once again, then her eyes rolled fully back, her
head lolled and she died to the outside world. Twice. three times. Then
the fourth, gentle and tender as a spring breeze, a gentle shuddering
accompanied by happy gurgling as she felt once again the pulse of him so
incredibly deeply inside herself. "Goodnight" each whispered, both very
thankful the skier and scout knew now to build a lasting fire (and he was
good at woodcraft, too).





Note to vet readers. Just this minute. Over heard very clearly while I
was in the kitchen. "Mama," Tonton to Daisy, "Elston wants to take my
boty." I'm, no kidding, tempted to go downstairs and say "Elston, why don't
you come up an sleep with me?" I had to go down once a month or so ago for
a long distance, collecttome, call, and, while I rarely even knock on
their door, it is my home, they are my guests, not tenants, so with just a
quick knock I opened the west bedroom door. As far as I could tell, both
boys, nine and thirteen, were in bed with the beautiful and I mean it
Queenie, their fourteen year old sister. They shuffled quickly while I
closed the door, Queenie came upstairs to take the call, and that's the end
of the story, for the moment.





Heinz could almost sense them.



"Do you want to talk a little?" he asked, assuming they all might
appreciate a break in the story telling. "If nothing's happened this far,
I think we're pretty safe.

"Okay," came Aaron's soft whisper. He was a beautiful hawk faced,
blackeyed boy, delicate as a girl with no trace of femininity. Indeed, it
was little Nammi who, in her blackeyed face, had some of the boyish
essence of her fourteen year old brother. Both were slim and delicate
looking, yet could play, sing, and dance with great energy until late in
the night, providing they got ample sleep.



"How are you fixed up for coats and blankets and things?" was the Nazi's
first question.

"We could start a store," the musician replied, then giggled. "I mean
is that a clich� for a Jew, or what. One extra blanket, and he wants to go
all mercantile."

Heinz laughed.

"We're fine," Aaron answered, straight. "The only thing is, there's are
a lot of things, I guess you'd call them issues, we wanted to talk about
while we were learning about your friends, but we were distracted by the
pace of the chronicle and so we've just been sitting and moving closer."

"I'm glad you didn't find any of it funny," the blond noted,
"whispering's one thing in the fog, but a fit of the giggles might be
something else." They, the eight remaining children, were now enough in
sight Heinz could see them nodding and sense their quaking. One slip of
one hand off one tightly clenched lip, and there's be half a firestorm,
that's how cute and intelligent the little group was. But there was not
slip, and maybe none of it was that funny in the first place, so their
lives were saved.



"You probably know the safest way to go," Heinz said to his agemate,
the leader, Aaron, "so, if you want, you could take me to what you think is
the safest place and I could tell the story of Max. He's older than Josep,
Reyn and me, but he was just drafted so he doesn't have much rank."

"How old is he," Aaron asked as he led his group, not of eleven, deep in
and beyond the cemetery, and far enough into a wood they could light small
torches and see what was around them. They'd only been missing for a day,
but had managed to carve a cozy thicket from the summer undergrowth. In
daylight, it would be virtually undetectable, and at night the nearest bad
Nazi was a million miles away, for awhile.

"Nineteen," Heinz answered, "but very boyish. We're almost brothers in
appearance.

"Does he have a sister?" ten year old Nammi asked.

"Seven," Heinz answered to a collective gasp, "two sets of twins, so
they're from thirteen to seven years old." Another sustained gasp. Maybe
his stories weren't very funny, but wasn't this response just as rewarding,
besides being so much safer?





By the way, not that I left anyone hanging, the "boty" incident pass�
peacefully, and all is quiet.



"Seven sisters. Nineteen. It was almost beyond comprehension that
their friendly enemy had saved the best for last. Gustav and Gretchen.
Heinz and Josep meeting them naked and highly aroused at the door to the
captive animal. Reyn's hours with the tiny Nell. And now it turned out
Max had seven sisters, six not yet in their teens. Was it a paean for war?
If out of the slaughter, such a night as was ahead of them could occur, was
that not vast compensation? Only one thing was certain in every young but
wellread mind, any outcome would be better with it than without it.



Here, so far, so foggy, they were able to indulge in a fire and spent
two hours cooking and getting both acquainted and reacquainted. Filled
with chicken and fish, the missing children updated Heinz on their various
lasttheynew stories, Eva Kaluer, summing up for the tribe by allowing
that all their parents had to abandon them, trusting English speaking
children with at least a few local friends could move south, where,
accompanied by their parents, unlikely be successful at any rescue trip in
the first place, they'd be dead ducks. For their part, the children were
delighted. They had oodles of everything, could have started a market if
it had been safe to do so, and, as their parents said, local friends. In
fact, the very plethora of transport options had been what drove them into
hiding. They needed time to hear all ideas and decide what would be best.
Nor were they halfbad actors. Their minds already made up; half
devastated with being made up, they nonetheless became the picture of shy
confusion, agreeing, (and remember, these are all Jewish children) that it
would help "so awfully" if, yes, Heinz would be nice enough to tell Max's
story. Feeling there might be a laugh in it, after all, the handsome boy
agreed, suggesting that huddling together in the warm evening air by the
warm fire might be favorable to a more vivid story by virtue of less
clothing. In less than a minute all were naked, Aaron and his sister
holding Heinz as the young Nazi protected the girl from his brother. "It
really is important she be a virgin, tomorrow," the outside leader
whispered to his colleague. "Cheating and conniving at this stage of the
game would be a disaster, everyone would know. If she tells them she's
been spilled on, is honest about it, that will mildly enflame, but if she
bears the seed of a male in her belly, she's just another slab of meat.
It's simple, but it's war."



"That goes for all of you," Heinz whispered. "Whatever your other
options might have been, this seems to be the one you've chosen. If so,
stick to it. Obey? It's probably about fourteen hours you'll have to
imagine the feelings of brother being with sister and boy being with
attractive young men. You do your part and they'll do theirs, starting
tomorrow on Herr Werner's farm. And that's not much more than half a day
from now with ample time to devote to sleep. It won't be easy, especially
for you girls now coming to realize what you want most in life and dreaming
of the feelings Nell experienced with Reyn. You boys may spill freely.
The men will understand, having been boys quite recently and retaining
sympathy for the condition. And yes, the girls can help the boys, but not
brother and sister.



"Does helping mean with our tongues," a shy voice asked, and eight year
old Hilda, younger sister of Jayz Mullen stood as if she were in class.

"Yes, sweetheart," Heinz softly reassured the pretty naked girl.

"Am I too mature?" Kristen, the thirteen year old asked, indicating her
high, pert teacup size breasts, with their golden, upturned nipples the
size of small grapes.

"They're pedophiles," Heinz answered, "not pedamorons. They will love
you."



Already with the first laugh? Highly averse to smiling for very good
reasons, Heinz made an exception, and the woods finally filled with the
unbottled mirth of excited kids..



Heinz took attendance

Kristen Mage (13) here

Eva and Allen Kaluer (11/12). here Aaron and Nammi Wolfe (14/10)
present Karl Weidman (13 here Freyer Gunter (13) here Hilda and Jayz Mullen
(8/14) here

Henry Greene (12) here



A hard look from the young Nazi assured no brother was with his sister.
It would take him awhile to have names at the tip of his tongue, and, in
the meantime, he felt the group had done a good job of forming small,
attentive clusters, in every case brothers and sisters with their backs to
each other. Fed, warm and happy, an occasional slap at a nocturnal fly,
and the group settled in to listen to the story of Max Nussle and his seven
sisters.



"If we keep him exhausted, in a chemical sense," the eldest, Ingrid,
thirteen said to her six pretty, younger sisters, "we should be quite safe
from his seed, though who would want to be, well, that's another question.
If we wash ourselves, having depleted him on our chests and faces, with a
strong solution of vinegar and water, we'll be safe as whores, who rarely
conceive."



The strapping nineteen year old, rangy and longboned, was nowhere to be
seen and the young females were making good use of his absence. They
plotted, planned and connived; schemed their little hearts out, and waylaid
their stallion on his return. Tilda, the eight year old and baby of the
tribe was sent out to the barn.



"Max," she said, "Ingrid and the rest of us had a big, long talk while
you were out in the orchard. If you had to guess do you thing it was about
dolls and pretend tea parties, or something else."

"Well," the nineteen year old said, "if you were part of it, it had to
be something about dolls, but other than that, no, I can't guess."

"Quite a lot has been happening with us, and especially the older
girls," the little blond, bigeyed darling explained, "but there's
something that hasn't happened."



"Well," the boy mused, "you and Abba are too young to jump Zel over the
gate. Maybe next year."

"Don't we have Zel because there was no gate?" the tyke asked,
improvising as best she could in hopes of pleasing her six older sisters.

"I guess something sort of accidental did happen," the beautiful, tall
athlete admitted, flushing slightly.

"Good," Tilda said, "then we're on the same subject."

"We are?"

"Well," the girl mused, "maybe we were headed there, rather than exactly
on it. But no gate is a good starting point. Not in some big conceptual
way, no gate to heaven, so everyone gets to go, for example, or
philosophical way, no gate to the future, so we have to make it up for
ourselves, but kind of more practical, as in, for another example, seven
sisters who love you very much, and no gate." Her eyes had that special
sparkle of the bright baby sister going through her paces for a handsome,
beloved older brother, and Max found it most engaging.

"Then," he said, "assuming this gate represents a beginning and not a
terminus, maybe we should talk about it, strudelette."



"I know we act like normal kids," `ette began, "and we're a happy flock
of chicks, but there is another side, or, to be mysterious, let me say half
another side. A secret side and one that's abhorrent to convention, though
we like it well enough wish I could say that about convention. It's
something that happened with each of us over the winters. Sometimes it
happened sort of alone, and sometimes with two or three of us, together.
But half of it never happened with any of us."

"And it has something to do with a gate?" Max asked, scared stiff at the
dawning inkling of where beautiful little Tilda was going with her nervous
chatter, and bigger and straining harder than he'd ever imagined he could
be.

"Ingrid knows the most," the pixie replied, "and she says we younger
girls may be stifflegged for awhile, which will affect our gait when we
walk, so if you stretch things a little, yes."

"Riding Zel leaves you stiff," the teen observed.

"That's pretty close, too," his tiny sister responded, "being mounted, I
mean." He'd been wrong about his erection, it was yet bigger, yet harder.
The eight year old prattled on, her voice dropping unconsciously to a
breathy whisper.

"When we had our portraits done over the winter," she said. "Berne
Fimeister, the artist."

"He was nice," Max noted of the itinerant artist, "and he beats half
they artists in the books when it comes to his oils."

"We all liked him," the girl agreed, "and, as I mentioned, we all spent
a lot of time either alone with him, or with two or three of us alone with
him. Mostly for painting, he was very serious, but he also worked hard and
fast, so even though a lot got done, there was a certain amount of time
when we could do other things."

"And that had nothing to do with painting gates on the farm," the young
man said.

"Nope," she giggled, "and not Zel, either, though that's closer. If you
want to know all the details, come up to Ingrid's room. We're all there,
mother and father won't be returning from Aunt Ketchren's until tomorrow,
and we'll help with your chores to make up for the time you lose."



Unable to speak, had he been able to think of anything to say, Max
allowed himself to be led across the courtyard to the spacious farm house,
up the stairs, down the hall, and into the bedroom of his eldest sister.
The youngest parked him on the canopy bed and planted herself in his lap,
happily facing her sisters who were gathered close, sharing chairs and
hassocks.

"He used this room, remember, because of the north light," Tilda stated
rhetorically. (They all thought their brother's portrait had come out by a
tiny bit the best of all ten.) "so everything happened here."

"Mostly I think because he looked like a boy and so much like you,"
Janine, a twelve year old twin said, her sister Lynn, nodding at her side.

"And it was all our idea, eleven year old Nan added. "He never asked
Ingrid to cut our dresses low in front, we did."

"And how could he leave our bras off?" the other eleven year old twin,
Jill, asked. "It's pretty hard for anyone but a girl to do that." All
nodded.

"He let us make sketches of him, too," nine year old Shelly completed
the default roll call, "so we were able to suggest things, you know, in the
name of art."

"Make an Impression," Tilda giggled, showing a rare juvenile side to her
puckish viewpoint of most everything.



With a little bounding around several of the girls produced a sketch
book and piece of paper. They carefully opened the book to a certain page,
covering all but the top of the image with the blank paper, then slowly
drawing it down. Max immediately recognized his old friend, and, as the
paper lowered against the sketch, there was more and more to recognize.



"Did you ever see him like this?" Lynn asked. All the sisters were
blond, blueeyed, and pretty, with this twelve year old perhaps by a pinch
the most comely of the lot. By now the screening paper was about half way
down the tall artist's athletic chest.

"Yes," Max whispered, flushing, but glad to be where he was and mature
enough to realize his nervous embarrent would pass in time. He excused
himself, rose from the bed and walked down the hall to his own bedroom,
returning in a minute with his own sketch book and resuming his seat on
Ingrid's bed, Tilda in his lap. The girls gathered around and were almost
immediately glad they had done so. Opening to a certain page, the nineteen
year old emulated his sisters by covering his drawing with his hand, then
slowly drawing it down. As children will, they made a game of it, huddled
around so all could see, girls moving and inch, boy moving an inch, lower,
tension mounting palpably, and lower.



"Tell us," Tilda whispered, all nodding immediately.

"He had to push me to get me started," the brother said, "about half a
gram. I was curious and wanted to see some of his portfolio. He said he
had a conventional one he used to get commissions, and another private one
that was more himself as the artist, but that he'd not usually show to
clients. I guess that was about half a gram, because that's the one I
wanted to see."



The amateur sketches of the visiting artist (not the first they'd ever
tried) were excellent and the children were content revealing them slowly
to each other. By this time in Max's story, the solar plexus on both works
were exposed, leaving a lot to the imagination. (All were equally
thrilled; the boy new to the girl's picture, the girls to his.)



"Confucius says a gate is nothing but the mind," the youngest chirped,
knowing the ancient said nothing of the sort, resuming discussion of what
had become a bit of a fad topic. But did she have a point, however
accidental? Were the, for the moment, gates of the lowering paper and
lowering hand, barriers to what lay beneath, just of the imagination? Why
were they gated, so to speak, in the first place? How was that better than
if they'd all showed up for the painting sessions, thought nothing of
dropping their shifts and linen, and been upfront and outward starting from
hour one of day one? Yet here they were acting the same way with their
mature brother as they had at first with their twentyfive year old guest;
nervous, shy, seeming to lack selfesteem and a positive outlook on things.



Max had six years on Ingrid and his amateur work showed it, solidly
placed, confident without being bold. It became the favorite, and (this
can't be good news to feminists) would have been even had the girls never
seen each other's work before.

Quantity or quality, either way you measured it, these girls shared an
Alpine avalanche of sensitive, private information, and the thought that
their handsome and wellloved brother did too, left them temporarily
speechless as each mulled over taboo, sin, deviance, and the abnormal as
best they could conceive it. Surely they'd find reference points, but
let's not take chances, let's help. Draft horses. There was a sin that
made sense. Live at a Haufbro? All would agree, allowing that maybe a
little artwork, after hours, might not reverse the spin of the planet.
There were so many more. Inappropriate places, inappropriate situations
and inappropriate partners. But were they brave young German girls, or
not? Had ever they been taught by parent, kin, or friend they were
forbidden from adding a mythical chapter to the history of their country,
just because they were females? What if Thor had been a girl and sane?
Questions like that distracted but did not deter and with a nod from Ingrid
all seven stood shucked themselves naked and stood in a semicircle in
front of their brother off of doing the best the could to encourage and
coax the best possible story from him. Tilda managed his belt and buttons,
and the other girls brought the thirteen year old Ingrid to their front as
she was the only one of them with ripening breasts, high and pert on her
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[exer] [20001119] Exercise Benefits [FMF, mc]

Exercise Benefits, by Rajah Dodger <rdodgerhotmail>,
2000. All rights reserved, except that electronic
notforprofit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted
with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note
must remain attached.

Word Count: 6521

Written for Sweet Sugar.

Shanna was a colleague and friend of mine, a nice girl,
short and a bit on the busty side. She was also noticeably
sensitive about her weight. Truth be told, she wasn't terribly
overweight I thought she was an attractive handful and had
entertained thoughts of asking her out, but I didn't want to put
a strain on our work relationship. I occasionally threw her a
mildly flirtatious line, and she'd blush, and that would be the
end of it.

Then Clara came into our circle, and things became very
different.

Clara was one of those tall athletic women who exude
confidence from every pore. A brunette with striking green eyes,
she proved to have an incisive mind and became the goto person
in our workgroup for difficult projects. It wasn't long until
she became the team leader by force of her own abilities. I
found her intimidating as hell, and Shanna also seemed put off by
her. Clara took a shine to me, however. After a few days I
decided reluctantly it wasn't from any sexual attraction but from
her recognition of the quality of my work. Within a couple of
weeks, our group was once again working as a smooth unit.

About a month and a half later, Clara ran into me at my
favorite little restaurant during our lunch break. "Ron, I've
got a little proposition for you," she began. I lifted my
eyebrows out of polite interest. "I know you're good friends
with Shanna, and I know that she's a little sensitive about her
weight. I think I can help her, but I know she's never really
warmed to me. I figured, since you seem to be her friend..."
She left the sentence unfinished, the blanks being pretty
obvious. I turned it over in my mind, but couldn't figure out
what the angle was. "Okay, Clara, I'll bite. What's your
interest in Shanna?"

Clara gave me a look that said I was smarter than that.
"Let's just say that I like my team to work well together in all
facets, and I'll be happier when I have Shanna fitting in
properly. Besides, I understand you've got some useful talents
for this project when it comes to persuasion."

Way back at one of the monthly happy hours I had let slip
that I'd spent some time studying hypnosis. Clara must have been
there, and must have been more sober than the rest of us, because
the plan she put in front of me at the restaurant sounded
completely workable. She would provide me with some specialized
women's exercise gear, and I would combine that with my talents
to convince Shanna to try it and also improve her own selfimage.
I must have looked unconvinced, though, because Clara pouted at
me a sensual look I'd never seen her use in the office and
suggested that we could discuss it over dinner if I had doubts or
reservations. The look she was giving me hit me right in the
unprotected groin, and I found myself saying yes before I knew my
mouth was open.

That afternoon, after Shanna made one of her occasional
selfdeprecating comments, I made an oblique reference to some
new developments I'd read about in fitness programs based on
selfimage boosting. She looked interested, and I left it at
that.

I met Clara at eight at the door of her upscale apartment.
She was dressed in a slinky number you'd never see at our office
and had just the faintest breath of a fruity perfume on. I drove
us to the restaurant she had selected, an intimate Thai place
with dark booths and spicy food. Several courses later, we were
old friends and I took her back to her place for coffee. When we
got inside, she pinned me back against her door and gave me a
comehither kiss that brooked no argument. I slid one hand down
her back, cupping her nicely responsive ass in acceptance, and we
made it by fits and starts to her bed shedding clothes all the
way. Her hands were cool and devilish around my cock, her
nipples were sweet and very responsive, and by midnight I was
lying limp (in more than one sense) on the bed while she went to
the bathroom, coming back with a washcloth to clean me up.
Before I left, she gave me an oddly weighted exercise belt, some
assorted attachments and controls, nutritional supplements, and
instructions on their use.



The following week, after a few more veiled hints from my
side, Shanna approached me and asked about the fitness program
I'd mentioned. I told her that I had an evaluation set at my
place that might work for her. We discussed it and agreed that I
should bring it to her house to show her how to use it, setting a
time over the weekend.

When I got to Shanna's house, she greeted me in her workout
clothes a unitard of a teal color that set off her ashblonde
hair nicely and also showed off her legs to good advantage. I
had all my things in a large gym bag, and she led me to her
workout room, a highceilinged affair. That surprised me, but
not after I saw the trampoline. Shanna had good equipment,
although some of it looked barely used. I opened the bag and
pulled out several things the exercise belt, a bottle of
liquid, a tape player, a couple of tapes, and Clara's gear.

"The belt works on a magnetic effect," I told her. "You'll
get used to the way the weight shifts after a half hour or so.
The bottle's a combination of electrolytes and boosters; I'll
hang around to make sure you're not one of the people who are
sensitive to it." I adjusted the fit of the belt around her
hips, and poured her first glass from the bottle. She sniffed it
and commented, "smells like lemonade".

She started her warmup with knee bends and jogging in place.
I was surprised watching her to find that she was mainly large
boned; there didn't really seem to be a lot of fat on her. I did
enjoy the way her breasts bounced despite the best efforts of her
sports bra, and I wished I'd worn business slacks instead of
loose workout shorts. I turned on the tape player, then
apologized to her for the quality; there was a barely audible
garbled hiss that couldn't quite be adjusted away. It took her a
bit of time to adjust to the belt; the weights in back were
settling in at the base of her spine, and the front had a
tendency to bounce a bit below her navel. Every time I saw her
getting sweaty, I offered her the bottle to drink from.

After twenty minutes I called to her to take a break, but
she didn't seem to hear me. I turned the tape off and she
reacted as if someone had prodded her with a hot poker. She
turned on me, a wild look in her eyes, and protested, "Why did
you do that?" She was huffing and puffing, and her areolae
showed dark through the sweaty unitard. I pointed out that she
needed to rest for a bit, and handed her the bottle. She took a
long drink, and then just stood there with a glazed look on her
face.

"Shanna?" I called her name twice before her eyes came into
focus. "I think you should use the exercise bike next," I
suggested. "Okay," she said in a vague sort of manner, and
headed over to climb onto the bike. I watched as she got up to a
comfortable twenty miles an hour, then turned the knob on Clara's
control box to its lowest setting. I heard Shanna let out a loud
hiss, and her legs started pumping double time on the pedals
while she began rocking forward and back on the bicycle seat. I
remembered about this time to turn the tape player back on.

When I turned back, I was totally unprepared for the sight
that greeted me. Shanna, knuckles white on the handgrips, was
pushing fifty miles an hour on the bike readouts, hunching on the
bike seat with a maniacal intensity, grunting on each forward
thrust, breasts bouncing and testing the strength of her outfit.
I let her go like that for ten more minutes, by the end of which
she had tears of frustration dripping down her cheeks. I
signaled her to stop, and surreptitiously turned the belt control
down and off as she slowed down. When I brought her the bottle,
she drained it in one long swallow and dropped it to the carpet,
sliding off the bike and staggering against me.

I found myself supporting a busty, sweaty woman who was
quivering in every muscle. She made a mewing noise in her
throat, shook herself, and shot one hand down inside my pants to
slither against my cock and firmly grip my balls. "Shanna..." I
started, but she cut me off quickly. "Don't say anything, Ron, I
saw you watching me and I need your cock. Right now." She was
unzipping my pants even as she said this, and pulled them down
along with my briefs to let my cock pop loose. Her eyes took on
that glazed look again as she reached down and unsnapped the
crotch of her outfit, kneeling away from me and lifting her hips
in the air. "Now, dammit!"

Who was I to argue? I grabbed her hips with one hand and my
cock with the other, and found her opening already sopping wet.
There was almost no resistance as I sank in balls deep, and she
shoved her ass back at me in the same rhythm. There was nothing
planned about this; it was primal, demanding, primitive. I was
just starting to reach my edge when she screamed, dug her fingers
into the carpet, and came like crazy nearly knocking me backward.
I leaned forward into her and managed to stay inside her as I had
my own explosion, then held on until she finally quit pulsing and
shaking, by which time my legs needed a rest as well.

I slid out of her, cum dribbling down the back of her legs,
and sat down on the floor catching my breath. Shanna rolled onto
her side and stayed there quietly for several minutes, then
pulled herself to her feet. "Ron, I'm sorry... I don't know what
came over me. I've got to take a shower, then you can, um," she
blushed a lovely deep pink both above and below her disheveled
garment, "take one too."

I straightened up the workout area while she showered,
putting the belt, gear and tape player back in the bag. While I
was bent over getting things in their place, something made me
turn around and I saw Shanna in the doorway, watching me with an
enigmatic look on her face. "The shower's free, Ron, and I'll be
in the kitchen when you're ready to go." I picked up my shorts
and hiked off to get myself cleaned up.

When I left the house, Shanna gave me a very hot kiss, then
backed away almost shyly. I left with sore balls and seriously
mixed feelings.



Over the next couple of weeks Shanna's selfconfidence
seemed to pick up, and it slowly became obvious that she had
slimmed down a bit. Shanna and I went out a couple of times
once to the movies, once dancing. Both were fun and neither led
to any other activities. She was friendlier and kind of flirty,
but nothing more. Once a week I'd trade out her old workout tape
for the next one. She told me she'd tried putting the tapes
through her stereo system and got the same kind of faint
background warble, so the problem must have been in the tapes
themselves. Meanwhile, I was also seeing Clara outside of our
work relationship, always at her place. She had convinced me
that I could lose a few pounds, so I was doing some aerobics with
her workout tapes not using the special belt, of course
then Clara would usually join me in her big shower and we'd take
things from there before needing to use the shower for its proper
purpose.

About a month after Shanna started her exercise regimen,
Clara came into my office and said it was time for her to check
personally on Shanna's progress. I pointed out that Shanna was
obviously doing pretty well, and that she still seemed to be
intimidated by Clara, but Clara just looked at me with a
peculiarly piercing stare, and repeated herself. "It's exercise
time, Ron." I shook my head to clear a bit of dizziness, and
when Clara reminded me that she needed to check on Shanna's
regimen I agreed to arrange it.

Shanna was more amenable to the idea of having Clara see her
exercise than I'd expected, especially once I explained that some
of the specialized gear had actually come from Clara. She still
seemed nervous, more so when I told her that we'd need to meet at
Clara's house instead of Shanna's, but after all Clara was our
boss.

We met at Clara's and had a glass of wine to make the
occasion seem less formal. Shanna took her things into Clara's
bedroom to change into her workout clothes; I was already wearing
my usual light shorts and tshirt. When Shanna came out, even
Clara gave an admiring whistle. Shanna blushed hotly, but did a
little pirouette for us anyway, making her full breasts jiggle.
She was already wearing the special exercise belt, which seemed
to be riding a bit lower on her hips than when she first started
the program.

Clara took us into her exercise room. It was well equipped
bike, gymnastics pads, ballet barre on one of the mirrored
walls, vaulting horse, and weight bench. I busied myself setting
up the tape player and Clara gave Shanna a glass to drink.
Shanna started on the bike (which I knew from personal
observation was her favorite routine) and quickly raised a light
sweat from her exertions. I found myself watching the pumping of
her legs, which had its own relaxing rhythm. Next thing I knew,
Clara was helping Shanna down from the bike, giving her another
glass to drink, and walking her over to the ballet barre. She
helped Shanna lift her leg to hook her foot over the barre.

Clara helped Shanna stretch her leg, tracing the line of
muscles from the upper back of the thigh down past the calf to
the foot. With each long motion Shanna's leg stretched out a
little further. Shanna's eyes were half lidded, and her
breathing was rapid and shallow. From my viewpoint, her nipples
looked to be straining mightily against the top of her outfit.
It occurred to me that I couldn't actually see where Clara's hand
was. About this time Shanna moaned, almost as if in pain, and
Clara helped get her leg down and assisted her in sliding to the
floor. I got up to go see what I could do to help, but Clara
waved me off. "We all know you're an eager beaver, Ron, but I
think Shanna would like to keep this just between us girls right
now... so..." She came across the room and reached around me,
pressing her own ample chest into my face. I felt her wrapping
something around my wrists, and when she stood back I leaned
comfortably against the wall without finding any particular
reason to complain.

Clara poured another glass and called to Shanna, "Come,
drink this." Shanna looked like she was struggling with the
idea, then managed to bring herself up to her knees and crawl
across the floor to take the proffered glass. Hot and thirsty
after her strenuous workout, she took a fast initial gulp from
the glass. She turned aside and made a face, though, as this
time the drink was much more bitter. Clara took her by the
scruff of the neck, and held Shanna in one place as she poured
the liquid into her mouth. A good deal spilled onto Shanna's
top, making the thin material practically transparent and
revealing, but the rest made it down her throat.

Shanna slumped to the floor, wiping her mouth, as Clara
turned away from her and walked hungrily toward me. She pulled
off her exercise top as she walked across the room, freeing the
full globes of her pinktipped breasts. She sat down on my lap
and leaned forward, batting the sides of those lovely breasts
against my face. I opened my mouth to capture one of the
inviting nipples, but she pulled herself back semiplayfully.
Finally she thrust one nipple into my mouth, and I suckled on it
like a drowning man to water. As I sucked, she rocked forward
and back on my lap, capturing my cock between her legs and my
workout shorts until the head was poking out one leg. Clara
jumped up, laughing, and traced a line down the underside of my
cock with her strong nails, then went back to Shanna leaving me
with my legs spread in a state of frustration.

This time, as Clara tweaked one of Shanna's nipples to get
her attention, Shanna opened her mouth to drink without
complaint. The taste was different this time, and the young girl
eagerly finished the entire glass. Clara helped her up, and
Shanna leaned against the older woman for support. Clara
adjusted the exercise belt, attaching a thin wire from the front
piece between Shanna's legs to the back piece. That done, she
and Shanna went over to the rowing machine. Clara helped Shanna
get started, and Shanna was soon pumping like a racing sculler,
the muscles across her back rippling visibly through her unitard.
Between the usual exercise high and the effects of the cocktail
Clara gave her, Shanna was getting very hot in all senses.
Her breasts were swollen and her nipples poked needily against
their constraining fabric. My mouth watered, wishing I could
taste them right now.

Clara, ever helpful, sat down behind Shanna and reached
around to gently massage both breasts. Her palms knowingly
encircled the sensitive nipples, and her breath was warm in
Shanna's ear whispering soft liquid suggestions, images and
thoughts that Shanna didn't even recognize hearing. Not then...
Shanna didn't make a single objection as Clara pulled the top of
her exercise outfit down, freeing her breasts. Indeed, the young
woman relished the feeling of cool air on her sweaty chest.
Clara's knowing fingers played over the responsive flesh, making
the nipples stand out prominently pink and puffy against paler
brown areolae. Clara hefted each breast in turn as Shanna worked
the rowing oars, whimpering but not objecting. "Thirsty?" The
inquiry brought a nod of assent from the panting girl, and Clara
fetched her another bottle, then stroked her back as she slowed
down and stopped her rowing.

When the next drink was downed, Clara assisted Shanna up and
over to the weight bench, guiding her to lie down on it.
Shanna's breasts slid to lie on either side of her chest. Clara
shucked off the rest of her outfit, exposing her bare vagina with
dark red flared lips glistening. She straddled Shanna's face,
her ass winking at me, and used the weight bench arms to support
herself. "Lick me well, my little pussy cat, and drink your
reward!" Clara lowered herself down, and I watched my co
worker's hair dangle and brush from side to side with the
energetic movements of her head.

After a bit, Clara's body shuddered and she ground herself
hard onto Shanna's face. I could hear muffled mewing sounds
coming from Shanna, and the eroticism of this sight was really
getting to me. I started rocking from side to side, trying to at
least get some stimulation from rubbing against the inside of my
shorts.

Clara got up leaving Shanna sprawled supine on the bench,
her face damp and glistening. She went across the room and came
back with another glass and a slightly curved vibrator.
Supporting Shanna's back, she worked the girl up to a sitting
position and poured the drink into her, some of it splashing
stickily across her outthrust breasts. Dazed, Shanna followed
Clara's lead and sat down against the wall with her legs spread
wide. Taking advantage of the opening, Clara flicked the
vibrator to a low setting and drew it down between Shanna's
swollen labia. "Oohhhhh..." came from Shanna's throat as the
older woman maneuvered the device knowingly up and down until
even in her halfdrugged state Shanna was opening her legs wider
from need.

At that point the older woman teasingly pulled the device
back, bringing a moan of loss from Shanna. Between the vibrator,
the exercise belt and the effects of the drinks, Shanna was
quivering with unreleased desire, her total focus on the
wonderful feelings going through her body. Clara smiled and came
back over to me, nudging my tumescent cock with her foot and
bringing it to life. She leaned over me, her breasts brushing
against my chest hair, and whispered in my ear, "You want a piece
of that, don't you? Well, I'll give you a little treat, but
you'll remember this she's my playtoy, and I decide when she
gets to play!"

She held her hand under my chin and I followed her up and
over to the wall where Shanna was sitting, her legs still splayed
with need. Clara rolled her over and urged her into a kneeling
position, her ass sticking into the air, nipples rubbing against
the carpet of the floor. I heard Carla's voice, as if from a
distance, "Kiss her, Ron, right where she's winking at you." I
found myself also on hands and knees, and leaned forward to bury
my face between the soft resilient cheeks of Shanna's bottom, my
tongue flicking out to swipe lewdly across her flared rosebud. I
felt as much as heard her response, since she pressed herself
back against my face and wiggled against my tongue. Clara was
saying something, but my ears couldn't quite make it out.
Something else was odd. Every time I stuck my tongue out, I felt
an answering caress moving up my ass and out my cock, making it
throb in sync. I lapped away, enjoying the sensation, not even
minding as I realized that Clara must have been fucking me from
behind.

"Use your fingers, Ron," I heard suddenly, and moved my hand
around to find Shanna's wideopen pussy. I traced her slippery
folds as she moved against my face with more and more energy.
Finally, Clara spoke again. "Shanna, you may come on the count
of three. One... Two... Three!" The last vowel was barely out
of her mouth before Shanna was cumming, thrusting back against
me, keening like a lost soul, one hand swiping mine out of the
way as she found her own most sensitive spots and flogged them
unmercifully.

Clara pulled me roughly away from Shanna then, rolling me
onto my back. My cock was throbbing with need, and there was an
unfamiliar full sensation in my own ass, but I couldn't do
anything other than watch as Clara turned a knob on the device in
her hand and elicited another loud groan from Shanna. Clara
tapped the girl on the shoulder and Shanna lifted her head to
find another glass of liquid awaiting her. Shanna took the drink
thirstily, and looked down with eyes suddenly hungry and feral at
me. "Yes, that does look good to you, doesn't it?" Clara said to
her. Shanna's belt was visibly vibrating, and Clara seemed to be
doing something with her hand behind Shanna's back. "Lick it,"
Clara suggested, and Shanna hesitated barely a moment before
sinking back down to her knees and approaching me, her mouth
parted. My own musk was heady in my coworker's nostrils as she
took me, enfolding my cock and massaging it with her tongue. I
wanted to cum, but I couldn't find the trigger. "You like that,
my little one? You'll like mine a lot better," I heard.

Clara appeared behind Shanna, a large strapon waving in
front of her. I could see it, but Shanna couldn't. It was
thick, dark, and meanlooking. There were reallooking balls
hanging beneath it. If Shanna hadn't been trying to deepthroat
me, I would have shriveled in embarrent at the comparison. I
could tell when Clara teased Shanna between the legs with it; her
mouth went a little bit crazy on my cock. "Look, Shanna..."
Shanna lifted her head from my crotch, leaving my cock dripping
with her saliva and eliciting a loud groan of frustration from
me, and looked up at the strapon. "Are you thirsty, dear?" The
belt around Shanna's waist hummed a bit stronger. Shanna
replied, her eyes focused on Clara's artificial cock,
"Yes....very thirsty.....please please give me more to drink!"

"Open your lips," and Shanna did as Clara fed her the thick
phallus, already slick from Shanna's own juices. "You like the
taste, don't you dear?" Shanna pleaded in response, her words
muffled around the shaft, "yes...it's wonderful. May I have
more...lots more!" Clara moved her hips in and out, stepping
back to make Shanna follow until her breasts were dangling down
along either side of my cock, her nipples brushing through my
pubic hair. Shanna worked her mouth hard, her swollen nipples
batting against my throbbing cock. I couldn't help begging,
"Please, Clara, please..." She told me to go ahead, and I
gratefully grabbed Shanna's breasts and clasped them around my
cock. Between her sweat and my precum, it was almost as slick
and warm as being inside her.

Clara was panting audibly, sawing the phallus between
Shanna's lips, and said "Be a good girl, Shanna, don't spill
any!" Shanna mumbled something that might have been "Any what?"
before Clara reached down and squeezed the balls dangling from
her strapon. Thick musky liquid came out into Shanna's mouth,
and obediently she swallowed and then swallowed again, so much
was coming. It tasted something like the contents of her last
bottle, albeit thicker. The way Shanna was moving around above
me gave the last bit of stimulation my cock could take, and I
came myself, my cum shooting up between her breasts and dripping
down over my hands, cock and balls.

Clara squeezed a second time, then again. "MMMffff,
mffff..." Shanna's words were incoherent as Clara kept the
phallus moving and Shanna tried desperately to suck it clean,
finally reduced to licking every inch of it, even to the real
looking and now slack balls dangling between Clara's legs. Clara
spoke in my direction, "Hands down, Ron!" My arms fell to my
sides, and I watched as Shanna kneeled above me with her eyes
still focused on Clara's strapon. "Stand up, Shanna!" Clara
ordered. Shanna got clumsily to her feet, straddling me, her
engorged pussy lips drawing my eyes upward. Clara reached out
and plucked at the younger girl's nipples until they were
standing out firm and needful, then turned away only to come back
with two small jeweled nipple clamps. With great delicacy she
tugged on each nipple in turn, pulling it out and fastening the
little device to it. Shanna's eyes glazed over and she swayed
unsteadily at the sensation, until Clara had to grab her arm to
give her balance. "You look so delicious," Clara murmured
throatily, "I think I'm going to call you my little Cupcake. Can
you say that? Say Cupcake."

Shanna said, softly, "... cupcake ...".

"Good girl," Clara smiled, and bent down to lick Shanna's
breasts, running the flat of her tongue up and over each swollen
nipple. Shanna staggered again, but Clara had her firmly in her
grasp. "That's right, you like that name. That's your special
name, just for you and me. Whenever you hear me call you
Cupcake, you'll remember this feeling..." Clara twisted a knob
and the belt came fully alive, vibrating both front and rear
until Shanna felt as if a massive vibrator was impaled through
her middle. Clara flipped the knob the other direction, and
continued as if nothing had happened, "and you'll be ready to see
me, in fact you'll be anxious to see me because you know that
only I can give you the feelings that you need. What's your
special name?"

"Cupcake," Shanna moaned. Clara twisted the knob. "I
didn't hear you what is your name?"

"Cupcake!" Shanna panted, her hands moving unconsciously to
her nipples and twisting them, adding further fuel to the fire
burning inside her.

"Then come, cupcake, come for your sweet Clara!" With that
Clara turned the belt completely off, but Shanna was too far gone
to notice. She fell to her knees, then rolled onto her back and
lay splaylegged on the floor, her head between my feet, one hand
on her breasts and the other between her legs, grunting and
heaving her hips, intense animal noises coming from her throat.

Clara looked at the outofcontrol girl on the floor, and an
evil smile crossed her face. She squatted down by my head and
whispered something I couldn't quite recognize into my ear, then
moved to Shanna and did the same thing. Then she removed the
clamps from Shanna's nipples, walked over to the wall to flip an
unobtrusive switch, and left the room.

A little bit later, as Shanna's whimpering and frenzied
fingerlashing slowed down, I managed to find the energy to pull
my self up and crawl over to Shanna's outstretched legs. She
lifted her hand out of my way, and grabbed my hair as I kissed
and licked her to another wrenching orgasm, then gave her a
tongue bath to clean her up sweat, cum and all from her
breasts to her feet.

I got up quietly, absently removing a couple of stray hairs
from my tongue, shook my head to clear it and looked around for
my clothes. Behind me, Shanna was doing the same. There was no
sign of Clara as we both silently got dressed and let ourselves
out of her house, bound for our respective homes and dreams.

As the front door of Clara's house closed, a tiny light in
the exercise room went out and a soft "click" could be heard.



The next day at the office, I noticed that Shanna was
wearing a tighter blouse than usual; it was a light shade of
peach, and practically translucent I could almost make out the
darkened shapes of her nipples through it. The previous night's
events had faded from my mind; I must have used Clara's equipment
more than I intended because my body felt so sore. Shanna
wouldn't meet my eyes for some reason.

Clara called Shanna into her office, and closed the door
behind them. I went about the usual paperwork and handled an
assortment of customer calls. After fifteen or twenty minutes,
Clara buzzed me on the intercom to bring them some coffee. I got
two mugs, grumbling about it not being in my job description.
When I took the drinks into Clara's office, Clara was at her desk
and Shanna was sitting on the floor by the filing cabinet
rummaging through the lowest drawer. I handed each their drinks,
Shanna reaching up for hers without getting up from the floor.
She looks harried; her face was flushed and she was rocking back
and forth, worrying her lower lip. I got a good look down the
front of her blouse; her nipples seemed to be standing out even
more then when she came into the office.

As I headed to the door, Clara called towards me. "Oh Ron,"
she said, catching my eyes firmly when I turned to face her,
"you'll make sure we're undisturbed, and then come in without
knocking in exactly fifteen minutes, right?" I stared at her
blankly, then mumbles, "undisturbed... fifteen minutes... right,"
before shaking the fuzziness out of my head and closing the door
behind me.

Behind the closed door, Clara purred. "Better put that cup
down before you spill it, Cupcake, then you can come over here."
Shanna set the cup down on the floor, then got up on shaky legs
to walk gingerly back to Clara's desk. She stood by the desk as
Clara ran her hand around the curves of the young girl's ass
through her skirt. "We don't need this any more," she commented,
and lowered the zipper to let Shanna's skirt drop to the floor.
Then her hand slid up along the inside of Shanna's legs, coming
to rest on the exposed end of the plug filling the girl's bottom.
There were no panties to block her access; they had long since
been stored in one of Clara's desk drawers. Clara wiggled the
plug, and Shanna moaned softly. "Did my little Cupcake enjoy
that? Did she like fucking her little bottom while her friend
was handing her coffee? Would she like more of that?" All
during the questioning, Clara's fingers moved the plug around, in
and out in tiny motions keeping Shanna in a state of distraction.

Shanna finally gasped, "Ohhh, yes Miss Clara, your Cupcake
did enjoy it!"

Clara moved the plug in and out with a bit more force now,
slower, deliberately. "You didn't finish answering the question,
Cupcake. Do you want more of that?"

Shanna grabbed the edge of Clara's desk, bending slightly
and pushing her bottom back toward her teasing boss. "Oh yes
please, Miss Clara, I'm so hot, please fuck my bottom!" A look
of singleminded delight comes across Clara's face, as she
continued to move the plug in and out. "But not with Stubby
here, no, Cupcake? You really want your Miss Clara's cock inside
you, don't you?"

Shanna, writhing close to a delicious orgasm, didn't really
care. But she heard the soothing voice of Miss Clara say so, and
Shanna knew now that Miss Clara knows best. She stuttered, "Yes
Miss Clara, please fuck me with your cock!" Clara grinned and
said, "Just the answer I like to hear from my little Cupcake.
Don't touch yourself just yet, dear." At that Clara jerked the
plug out of Shanna's bottom in one quick motion. Shanna groaned
and bent over double, her chest and face landing on Clara's desk
papers as her bottom writhed in loss. She split her legs wider
without even thinking about it, and her toes curled painfully
inside her shoes.

Clara meanwhile rose from her seat, removed her wraparound
skirt, and pulled the strapon out of her bag. She slid into it,
making sure the raised bump settled over her clit, and squeezed
the contents of a small tube onto the shaft, spreading the
slickness around with one hand. Preparations finished, Clara
moved around to the side of her desk, fascinated with the way the
globes of Shanna's ass jiggled, delighting in the way the girl
whimpered, "Please, Miss Clara, oh please fuck me..." With one
hand on the phallus and the other on Shanna's right hip, Clara
stepped up and pressed the cock into Shanna's ass, not stopping
until her belly was next to the girl's backside and the fake
balls were nudging against Shanna's vagina. "Ohhhhhhh...."
Shanna moaned almost loud enough to be heard through the solid
office door. Clara pulled herself backward, surprised at how
tightly Shanna's ass gripped the cock, then thrust her hips
forward again. The penetration was easier now, and Clara was
soon humping rhythmically against Shanna, the stimulator rubbing
her own clit deliciously as she worked up to her own orgasm.

"Okay, Cupcake, rub yourself for Clara, tell me all about
it." Shanna cried out in relief as her fingers stroked between
her legs and her body erupted in spasms of joy. As I came
through the door, Shanna yelled "Oh Miss Clara, i love your cock,
oh i'm coming, i love you Miss Clara!" I gaped openmouthed at
the scene, the door closing unattended behind me. Clara caught
my eye in triumph as she had her own orgasm, slamming the
artificial cock again and again into the crying writhing girl on
the desk.

I leaned back against the door, my sudden erection
noticeably tenting out the front of my slacks. Clara reached out
to grab Shanna by the back of her hair and pulled her up to a
standing position with Clara's cock still buried inside her
quivering rear. "Shanna's made a bit of a mess of herself, Ron,
and I think you should help her clean up. Get out of those
clothes, and then come give us a hand." I didn't even make a
pretense of questioning the bizarre scene, but undressed quickly
folding my clothes into a neat pile by the door. My cock was
throbbing darkly as I marched toward the two lustinducing women.
Shanna was standing slackjawed, rolling her hips back against
Clara, who continued, "Okay Ron, the first thing you need to do
is unfasten her blouse. Can't you see the poor girl's aching for
some attention?"

Indeed, when I unbuttoned Shanna's blouse she thrust her
braless breasts immediately into my hands. I bent my knees to
get my face to the right level for kissing each of them, my cock
swinging and bumping against her tense legs. Clara whispered
something I couldn't catch, and Shanna grabbed the back of my
head and held me against her breasts as she keened and came, a
long rolling orgasm. When she finally let go of me and I was
able to catch my breath, Clara was standing beside me with her
strapon dripping and glistening. She leaned toward my ear and
reached for my cock, and I don't really remember what happened
next.



Things around the office settled into a new routine. Clara
got the official promotion to team leader, and she and Shanna
resolved whatever differences they used to have; in fact, Shanna
seems to spend as much time behind closed doors with Clara as she
does at her own desk. Sometimes Clara asks me to help them in
special projects, although I can't quite remember the details on
any of them.

Meanwhile, Shanna and I see each other occasionally when
she's not being asked to work late. She's lost a bit more weight
over the last few months, and really became quite a fox. Not
only that, but she's really opened up sexually. Over the last
holidays she went somewhere and came back with nipple rings! She
loves rolling my cock between her breasts while my face is buried
between her legs, and seems to take special joy in keeping me on
the edge until after she's finished cumming. She says I ought to
have a nickname, that Ron is just too formal, and that she's
going to ask Clara to suggest one.

Why would she ask Clara, I wonder...

/ Completed 12312000 by Rajah Dodger
<rdodgerhotmail>

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