Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
Male/teen female, teen female/girl, FFM, watersports, spanking, male dominance, anal, virginity, young
++++A young man’s life becomes wrapped up in the fate of an eleven-year-old urchin he illegally adopts. Soon, he and his eighteen-year-old girlfriend discover that there is more going on in the little girl’s mind than they realized.++++
I was on my own, and it was a hell of a thing. I was in my last two months of college when I got the call that my parents had died in a car crash. I went to the funeral and then returned to my out-of—state school to finish my finance degree. With help from some patient professors, I slogged through the final exams and papers on which they had given me extensions and walked with my class, the Class of 2004. It was what my folks would have wanted.
I returned “home” to a little empty house that I now owned outright. My folks had some money, but they had sold our big house after I moved out for school and had bought the little place in a quiet college town as a retirement home. They had said many times that they were saving their money for traveling the world and spoiling their grandkids as soon as I provided them with some. Well, now I had a tidy little bundle and a degree in finance. I decided to take a gamble with my inheritance and invested it all on my own. If I fucked it up, I would just have to get a job like the rest of my class. Slowly but surely, the bundle began to get bigger instead of smaller. I wasn’t rich yet, but I was getting there. In another few years, I figured I’d be selling off the little house for a big place on a hill somewhere.
In the meanwhile, I had to find someone to share my little house with me. Not permanently, I wasn’t the type for that. I was just looking for a little company. And I was finding it pretty regularly; twenty-three-year-olds with their own house seem to attract eager young women, and with a college ten blocks away I had a short drive to an ample supply of beautiful girls. That was just perfect for me. I liked hooking-up with college girls. Even though my tastes ran a little bit to the kinky side I was still finding plenty of beauties who wanted to play my way. I had always had a talent for figuring out which sweet-looking girl was the kinky one in the crowd. And my radar seemed especially tuned to pick up “subs.” My favorite girl during those days was Lindsay, a filthy little rookie kindergarten teacher with curly blonde hair. I met her while she was visiting with friends who were still in college.
My fun-time adventures with Lindsay are another story, but a pretty good one. This story really starts early on the morning Lindsay told me that she wouldn’t be coming around anymore. As a fuck-buddy, Lindsay had only two drawbacks, she got up at 6 AM every fucking morning, and every other guy she met wanted to marry her. So, on this particular Saturday morning, Lindsay woke me up painfully early to tell me she had finally found the suitor she was going to say yes to, and she couldn’t wait to start making babies with him. And that, of course, meant that we were going to have to say goodbye to our little romps. I told her I was happy for her, and I was. Married and pregnant was how she was always meant to end up, and I wasn’t that guy. Still, she was going to miss me and wanted to make our last session a memorable one. She did.
By 8:00 AM, when I untied Lindsay for the final time, my favorite piece of ass walked out the door and off to a happy and healthy life. And I was in desperate need of a shower. The girl had always been a little filthy, but we had completely cut loose in our last hurrah. I was covered in pretty much every bodily fluid she possessed and a few substances I’d not care to identify. After the shower, I thought about throwing the sheets in the washer, but decided they probably needed to be retired instead. Just as I touched the doorknob to the garage, I heard a rustling sound within. I figured I had raccoons in my garbage cans. I had already had to move the garbage inside because they were raiding the cans when I kept them out behind the house.
I went out the back door and circled around to the pedestrian door of the garage so that I could grab a shovel to defend myself from the fearsome monsters. They can be mean little bastards. I quietly opened the door and reached for the shovel, but there were no raccoons. A kid, probably twelve years old or so, from the looks of him, was going through my garage fridge. I figured the little shit was stealing my beer. All I kept in there was beer and the food for my frequently used grill.
The kid was thin, and covered by a bulky army jacket several sizes too big for him and far too warm for the weather. He also wore a stocking cap. As I crept up to grab him and scare the shit out of him, I figured out the jacket. He was stuffing things in the roomy pockets. I grabbed him by the upper arms on both sides and cried, “Gotcha!” The little brat bit me on my left wrist. Now, I was pissed. I cuffed him on the back of the head with an open hand and shook him. The stocking cap came loose and a long tangle of wild brown hair tumbled out from beneath. It was a girl!
Suddenly I was worried I would hurt her, but I didn’t want to get bit again. I changed from holding her at arm’s length to wrapping my arms around her upper arms and chest and pulling her tiny body to my chest. She recognized how badly she was outmatched and eased up on her struggle, biding her time until she got a chance to escape. “No biting and I won’t hurt you,” I said.
I spun her to face me and put her back at arm’s length. She was thin as a rail, and her cheeks were sunken under her high cheekbones. She had big blue eyes.
I instantly thought of my older Cousin Becky. She had been the belle of the family, and I had spent many of my early teen nights masturbating over incestuous visions of her taking my virginity. But then she got into drugs and suffered through a long string of abusive boyfriends before she OD’d at age twenty-six. In those final years, she looked like this child did now. Too thin and anemic, but still somehow able to remind you of how beautiful she could have been. This little one was living rough. The bulky jacket wasn’t just a garment. It was home.
“Jesus, you’re a pretty little thing,” I said softly. My emotions were now guided by the facts that she was a girl, that she reminded me of Becky, and that she was indeed a very pretty little thing.
My statement did not have the calming effect on her that her sad beauty had on me. It was rather the opposite. What other reaction would a pretty little urchin have when a strange man grabs her roughly and then starts telling her she’s pretty? “Fuck you, fucker! Let me go!”
“Whoa, honey. I didn’t mean it like that. Let’s start again. My name’s Benny, and you’re stealing from me, but I’m trying to be nice to you. How about you ease up for a bit?”
She relaxed a little. She was no match for me physically anyway. If my intentions had been evil she didn’t have a chance. She was already caught and already in my garage, out of sight of anyone who might have helped her. She reached into her pocket and held out the package she had taken. In a fridge with a few nice steaks and some burgers, she had taken cheese. She had no place to cook the rest. “You got up early today,” she said.
“You’ve been sleeping in my garage?”
“Sometimes.” She looked at the padded lawn chaise hanging on the wall. “The places most of the kids sleep are filled with creeps. I picked your place because you usually sleep late. I’m gone before you get up.”
“Makes sense. Come inside. I’ll make you a hot meal.”
“I don’t fuck for food. I don’t fuck at all.”
“I don’t cook for a fuck. I don’t fuck little girls.”
“I got a knife if you try any shit, fuckwad,” she said, reaching into one of her side pockets.
“Noted. Coming in?”
I walked into the house and left the door open behind me. I imagined her standing there for a few seconds, deciding whether to bolt or do the really stupid thing and enter the house of a man she didn’t know. Hunger makes you stupid sometimes. She followed after a moment.
I made us some eggs and bacon with toast. It was a full meal, but I didn’t offer her too much. I’d read somewhere that you can make a starving person very sick if you give them too much food all at once. She ate rapidly, her face down over the plate. She never took off her jacket. When the meal was done, she bolted for the door with only one word. “Gabby.”
The next few weeks played out similar to a time I’d had when I was a kid. I had managed to get a chipmunk to eat out of my hand by leaving little bits of crumbled soda cracker and peanut butter in the same place every day. I moved a little closer each day until I was sitting right next to the plate. One day, I moved the plate to my lap, and Chippy came up and sat there eating. Eventually, I could put the food on my fingertip and he would take it. Following the same pattern, I left a blanket by the chaise one night and a pillow a few days later. When I got up in the morning, late as usual now that Lindsay was never around, I would open the door between the house and the garage. With increasing regularity, Gabby would come in and have a meal. It was three weeks before she talked to me, five weeks before she took off her jacket during the meal.
I eventually learned that Gabby had recently turned eleven. Her junkie mom had come to town with a new boyfriend about eight months ago and then run off with him six months ago, abandoning the child. After the landlord threw Gabby out of the apartment and onto the streets with nothing but the clothes on her back, she had managed to live through theft and dining “a la dumpster.” A few waitresses around town snuck her some food now and again. She snuck into the Catholic school once a week to shower. A nice cleaning lady let her do that. Gabby didn’t go to school, because they would place her in a foster home, and her experience in one of those while her mom had been in jail was worse than it had been on the streets. I told her that a lot of foster parents were good people, but she didn’t buy it.
About seven weeks after we’d first met, a string of words that I knew would eventually tumble out of my mouth finally emerged. They still took me by surprise when they did. “Why don’t you just move into my spare bedroom? I can afford to take care of you.”
“You want to adopt me?”
“I don’t think they’d let a young single guy adopt a girl. It would look… hinky.”
“Hinky. An old-fashioned word for suspicious.”
“You mean they’d think you wanted to fuck me all the time.”
“Yep. Then, they’d refuse me custody and send you to a foster home.”
“If I move in and you take care of me… what do you want in return?”
“Chores. I hate cleaning the house. I hate doing laundry.”
“I’d like to get you into school, but I can’t figure out how to do it without having Social Services take you away. You’d have to let me home school you.”
“Why you gonna do all that?”
“You remind me of someone in my family that we lost. I don’t want to see another beautiful girl end up dying the same way.”
“Jesus Christ, dipshit! Did you just call me beautiful?”
“I guess I did. You really are, you know. Especially on Thursday, right after you showered the night before.” I had meant it as a little tease. Gabby was crying. “Hey, I’m sorry, honey. I know you clean up as much as you can.”
“It’s not that, stupid. Nobody never called me beautiful before.”
“Look, sweetie. When you’re eating regular, and you’re getting a regular shower, you’re going to be as pretty as any little girl in town. I’ll even get you some pretty clothes.”
“I’m not into clothes.”
“Would you be if you could?”
“Okay. Gabby, let me take care of you. Don’t go out there and die on me.”
“You’re the best person I ever knew. I’ll stay.” I don’t know if she was right about the first part, but she did stay.
It took us about a day to figure out that we were going to have a big problem. No one was going to buy her as my daughter; I was only twelve years older than her, perhaps biologically possible, but highly unlikely. And it was the kind of neighborhood where folks actually talked to each other and knew a little bit about each other’s business. Either Gabby was a virtual prisoner in my home, eternally out of sight, or we had to come up with a cover. Thankfully, no one in town had known my parents for long. We came up with a plan.
I chatted up my next door neighbor, Abner Mertz. I told him that in the time since my folks’ death I had learned that my dad had a lovechild, my half-sister, Gabrielle. Her mom was in jail, and I was taking care of her for the time being. I said I was nervous about having a child in a neighborhood where I didn’t know who the good folks were and who might be a bit of a creep.
Mertz went on for a good half hour with all kinds of valuable tidbits, “Watch out for that Rasmussen boy, he’s a shifty one with the younger girls.” “Mrs. Price is into some weird Evangelical church that’s damned near a cult. She’ll try and recruit her.” “Eva Hammerschmidt is a damned good babysitter and a straight A student.” Mertz was a first class gossip, but he had a decent heart. He would tell everyone in the neighborhood about my dad’s lovechild, but he would also be genuinely protective of her now that he’d been invited into the situation. And after he’d told the whole sordid story to anyone who cared even the least little bit, no one was going to need to ask difficult questions about who the child in my house was.
“One more thing, you should keep an eye out for. There’s been a boy about her age creeping around the neighborhood, sneaking into garages and such. Tell her to keep away from a little troublemaker in an old army jacket.”
“We’ll keep her away from him alright. I scared the hell out of the little bugger a few days ago. I’m hoping he won’t be back around at all.”
“That’s good news for your sister, I suppose,” Mertz said. Then his eyes grew a little misty. “Still, you wonder where a little guy like that sleeps at night. Poor kid.” For all his faults, I kind of liked old Mertz.
I ran down to the local Wal-Mart and got Gabby a few t-shirts and a couple hoodies so I could bring her out of the house in something other than the army jacket. Still, she needed proper clothes. The next day, I took her over to the mall. I walked my little urchin into a reasonable but somewhat trendy girl’s clothing store. I let Gabby scan the girls working there and asked her which one she thought dressed the best. Gabby looked around for a minute and pointed out a college-aged girl with a pierced nose, eyebrow and lip. The girl was definitely hot, I’ll give Gabby that. “Okay,” I said. “Then she’s the one we’ll talk to.”
I approached the girl. “Hi, my name’s Benny. This is my little sister, Gabby. Gabby’s house just burned down, and she needs absolutely everything in the way of clothes. Do you work on commission?”
“Nope, by the hour, Benny. I’m Natasha, by the way.” She had one of the best “fuck me” smiles I’d ever seen. But after I held her gaze for a moment, she dropped her chin and looked away while moving just an inch closer to me. It was a combination of traits I’d noticed in some of my favorite girls: confident and friendly greeting, followed by a slightly staged act of deference. She could hold her own, but she wasn’t afraid to let someone she liked take charge.
“Well, Natasha, Gabby—and I—think that you’re the most stylish girl here, and we want you to help her get set up.”
“First of all, thank you. Secondly, what are we talking about here?”
“Well everything a girl needs to look cool in her middle school this coming fall. And Natasha, she’s eleven. She can’t end up looking quite as sexy as you, if you know what I mean.” Gabby punched me in the back of the arm.
“Oh, she can’t help looking sexy, Benny. It’s her natural state of being.” Natasha was way better with adolescent girls than I was. And I was beginning to think she’d be pretty good with twenty-something boys as well. She had short jet black hair and naughty brown eyes. “What’s our budget?”
“I’ve got a thousand dollars cash. Make nine hundred of it go a long way, and the other hundred is your secret commission.”
“You speak right to my mercenary and fashion-obsessed little heart,” she said. “Now, go away and come back in forty-five minutes. We’ll try not to get too sexy while you’re gone,” she said with a wink at Gabby. I headed over to Game Stop. “Your brother’s a touch on the hot side, isn’t he, Gabby?” she asked just loudly enough for me to overhear, but just softly enough to make it seem like an accident.
“I guess so,” Gabby said. “Never thought about it.” I was beginning to be able to tell when Gabby was lying. To my surprise, she was definitely lying to Natasha at that moment.
I came back at the appointed time and found one girl I recognized, and one I didn’t. Natasha was standing next to the princess of the middle school dance. Natasha had even managed to get a little make-up on her. Not overtly sexy like her own, but just the lightest touches. “Hubba-hubba!” I said.
“What the hell does that mean?” Gabby asked.
“Oh, sweetie,” Natasha said with a giggle, “it’s old people talk for ‘check out the little hottie.’”
“Really?” Gabby grinned ear-to-ear and blushed. She was dressed in the most fantastic way I could imagine for a girl her age. She wore a little top-shirt that looked like it was a hundred sizes too small, but she had a lacy, tight-waisted thing underneath. The lacy thing dropped just low enough in front to catch the eye, but was nowhere near too-revealing. The skirt she wore with it was just short enough to be cool and just long enough to be right for a little girl. She stood next to a hand cart overflowing with boxes and bags.
“What’s the final damage?” I asked.
“$894.69,” Natasha said, beaming at how far she had made my money go. “Trina is pissed because she has to re-stock the whole junior section before she closes up tonight.”
“Here’s the nine hundred,” I said, handing her the cash and letting her ring it up on the register. “And your—“
Natasha shook her head. Trina was watching. “Coffee?” Natasha said happily. “I’d love to. Let me grab my purse. My shift actually ended ten minutes ago.” Natasha was in and out of the office in a blink. I offered my arm, and she took it. We walked out, Gabby pushing the cart that Natasha told her manager we would be bringing back in a few minutes.
Once we got into the mall proper, Natasha turned to me and grinned. “Well, partner,” she said. “You’ve got two choices. You can ask me out for a date, in which case I’m going to turn down the hundred dollar tip. Or you can hand me the cash and be rid of me for good.” Gabby looked at us sideways. There was amusement in the look, but something else as well.
“That’s a no-brainer,” I said. “You are incredibly hot, and I like everything about you. Even my sister likes you, and she doesn’t like much anybody.”
“There’s one thing you might not like about me, Benny,” she said. “I’m not as old as I look.”
“How ‘not as old?’”
“I’ve reached the age of consent in this state.”
“That’s only seventeen.”
“So am I.”
“Natasha, I’m in kind of a tough spot, here. I want to end up with custody of my little sister. If I start dating seventeen-year-olds…. Shit! You’re scorching hot, too!”
“Four months,” she said hopefully.
“How about a hundred dollars for now, and my phone number for four months from now?” I countered.
“Mister, I think we’ve got an arrangement.” She helped us load everything into the car and then took the cart back to the store. I was still a little frustrated over what I hoped was only a delayed opportunity, not a missed one.
“What was that bullshit about getting custody of me?” Gabby said as I got into the car.
“Well, not in the literal sense, but if the neighbors find out I’m banging a seventeen-year-old, it makes things between you and me look a little more suspicious.”
“They’ll think something’s hinky.”
“Exactly.” I turned to look over at her. She was smiling at having learned one of my words. I spoke the first thought that came into my head, a habit I might need to overcome with a child in the house. “Damn, Gabrielle. You are the prettiest little thing I ever saw.”
“Prettier than Natasha?”
“Never, ever tell her I said this, but yes. You’re prettier.”
“Am I sexy?”
“To an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, I’m sure you’re as sexy as can be.”
“Can you believe I got a pair of high heels!” she said, changing the subject and not pushing things any further. “Can’t walk in ‘em fer shit, but I got ‘em!” She then tried to describe her purchases to me, but I couldn’t really follow.
“I guess I’ll understand when I see them,” I said. “But we did alright?”
“Benny, we did fantastic! I don’t even know how to thank you. I’ll clean everything in the house twice when we get home.” She sat quietly for a minute. “Why are you so nice to me?”
“Well… Because you needed a break. Because of Becky like I said. Because it feels like the right thing to do. But most of all, because I like you, Gabby. You’re just a real cool kid.”
“You’re a cool old guy, Benny.”
Three months had passed, and it seemed like everything was going too well. The neighbors were friendly and accepting toward us, and Gabby and I got closer than ever. But I was still worried about everything, especially what might happen if Gabby got sick. I couldn’t get her under my insurance policy, and I couldn’t even give permission to treat her. I made a decision that I thought was practical, but didn’t realize the profound effect it would have on Gabby. She wasn’t really in my custody. That needed to change for all kinds of practical reasons. I decided to tell her over ice cream while we watched Veronica Mars; a show we both absolutely loved. It was kind of sexy and violent for a little girl to be watching, but Gabby hadn’t exactly led a sheltered life. Besides, the lead was smart and tough while still definitely being girly, and I thought that described who Gabby was becoming as well.
“Gabby,” I said during a commercial, “I need to try something that’s a little hinky—in the legal sense.”
“What’s that?” she said sucking the ice cream into a long string off the end of the spoon.
“In college, a few of us finance majors sort of ran a little bookmaking ring.” I looked at her for signs of disappointment. There were none. “One of the guys had some family connections with real criminals. I trust this guy well enough, and he could help us get some forged documents that ‘prove’ you’re my sister and that your birth mom is dead.”
“Well, so I can get legal custody of you as your only living relative. That way I can really take care of you if anything bad happens.”
“You want to adopt me?” she said, her eyes flying wide at this where they had not at the talk of fraud.
“Well, yeah. I mean…”
“Then I could stay forever?”
“Of course. You were always welcome here as long as you wanted to stay.”
“You never said that, dickwad!” she cried as she leapt across the couch and into my arms, dumping her ice cream on the floor and ending up wearing mine on the front of her shirt. “I’ll do it on one condition, Benny.”
“What’s that, honey?”
“Say you love me.”
“I figured you’d get mad at me if I said something sappy like that.”
“Geez, you’re such a stupid fuck sometimes, Benny.”
“Gabby, I love you and I want you to be my family forever.”
“Oh, Benny. I love you, too!” She cuddled up in my arms and we ignored the ice cream and television for a very long time. I realized that it wasn’t just that I was all Gabby had in the world. She was really all I had, too.
A week later, Gabby was the ‘daughter’ of my father and a recently deceased hooker from Nevada. The poor woman was real, and our forger even provided us with newspaper articles and photos about her violent demise. Our forgers were incredibly good at creating a false identity for my girl. They provided me with school records complete with very convincing gaps in attendance and some poor grades and a few discipline referrals—everything you would expect from the child of an irresponsible mother. If I ever decided to put Gabby into a school, they would completely accept the transcripts and records as real.
Then they connected us with a good Shylock. (If you’re dealing with a criminal’s lawyer, it seems appropriate to call him that.) He got things processed through Social Services at a pace I’ll never understand, but I guess any government agency has a few people who owe somebody a favor. It cost me a pretty penny, but I’d decided I’d rather give those guys money than “owe them one.” My buddy never let on to his relatives that I worked in finance, thank God. I could have ended up laundering money or something for the rest of my life. I would have done that for Gabby if that’s what it had taken.
We celebrated our success with a big dinner at some Chinese place. Gabby loved it. I ate so little of it that we had to go through the Taco Bell drive-thru on the way home. We also stopped at a department store and bought Gabby some new make-up. She had used up the things Natasha had set her up with, mostly in ill-fated attempts to emulate the older girl’s sexy look.
Gabby visited Natasha’s store any time she could find an excuse, and always talked the poor seventeen-year-old’s ear off. I was happy to let Gabby visit the store, because then it meant that I got to pick her up and flirt with Natasha. I stuck to the “four months” waiting period to date her, but I damned well put in a little work before then. The more often I saw Natasha and spoke to her, the more certain I was that beyond being an out-and-out hottie, she was a very special young woman. More special than any I had known in a long time. Gabby saw it, too. Natasha was some sort of heroine to Gabby. Maybe the younger girl saw her as who she hoped she would become.
While Gabby picked out the makeup at the department store, I went over to toys and bought her a bunch of Barbie Dolls; she bitched me out all the way home for treating her like a little kid. Of course, the next morning, I found her playing with the dolls. She tried to hide them at first, but gave up when she realized she was surrounded by dolls and hastily opened packaging. “Shut the fuck up, Benny!” she said.
“I never said a damned thing, little girl!” She ignored me. “Is that a Corvette?” I asked and sat down next to her. It was the first time in our lives that either of us had played with Barbie dolls. We had a damned good time and even skipped the morning’s reading lesson.
I didn’t have a clue how to teach a kid; thankfully, Gabby didn’t have any learning disabilities or anything. She just suffered from a lack of schooling. She had been in and out of different schools her whole life, and while she had some basics, she was definitely behind grade level. But, I had unlimited time to work with her one-on-one, something no teacher would have had. We spent about three hours a day hard at work on reading, writing, math and science. These were the only times Gabby and I would really fight. She didn’t mind most of the work, but she hated to write. Her handwriting was awful, and she didn’t have anything that she wanted to share, even though I was the only one who was reading it. I’d get mad; she’d pout or dig in her heels and refuse to do it.
In the days before I had custody of her, Gabby walked on eggshells about certain things. She didn’t want to get me pissed off and have me throw her out. The fact that she would get so stubborn now proved that she was genuinely feeling like this was her home. That was at least some comfort when she threw her notebook across the kitchen and then locked herself in the bathroom or her bedroom.
Finally, I had a genius idea. Mark the calendar; I didn’t get them very often. I was watching her play with her Barbie dolls. Okay, I was putting off some investment research I needed to do by playing with Gabby. It struck me that what we were doing was kind of like improvisational theatre. I went to the library and got a book of plays for kids. They were stupid, and she said that she wanted to gag from how sweet they all were. I told her all that was important was that she learned how to read a play so that we could do more grown-up ones later. She explained to me how simple it was and that she already knew how to do it. I then asked her if the way she played with her dolls was anything like a play. She said she could kind of see that. Then, I gave her the homework.
“Now, play with your dolls for half an hour, and then write what you played like it was a play script.”
“You set me up, fucker.” She was always so sweet to me.
The next morning, she gave me a two-page scene. We acted it out with the dolls and had a great time. The story ended with a big kiss between Ken and Barbie. Gabby looked at me funny afterwards. I was too happy with the work she had done to pay it the attention I should have.
The day after, I took a break from working and ambled down the hall toward her bedroom. I could hear that she was acting out the scene and playing all the roles herself this time. When I got close to the door, I realized that she had made a few key changes to the script. The characters were no longer called Ken and Barbie. She was calling them Ben and Gabby. I stopped and listened from the hallway. From the sounds of things, the dolls got well beyond a simple kiss in this version. She made kissing sounds for a while, but then I could hear her imitating the moans and groans of sex play.
No, Ben, I don’t think we should!
But, honey, you’re so beautiful and I love you!
But Ben, I never did that before!
I have; just trust me.
No, Ben! Don’t… Oh my, Ben! That feels so good!
Stop struggling, baby.
You’re so strong. I can’t stop you.
I’m only doing this because I love you.
Yes! Yes! Take me Ben! Fuck me… Oh, baby, fuck me hard!
I wasn’t completely shocked that she’d developed a crush on me. I was still fairly young; I wasn’t really related to her; and I had been very kind to her. I wasn’t even stunned that her fantasies were sexual. She’d watched sexy TV shows enough to get a basic understanding of what sex was, and she was already showing signs a few signs of early puberty. There were now little bumps beneath her t-shirt where they hadn’t really been any before. Plus, I was pretty sure her mom had entertained a pretty long line of boyfriends, and I was guessing they hadn’t been very careful about whether or not the child overheard their bedroom exploits. So, her knowing and thinking about sex was not a shock at all.
The thing that left me stunned was how intensely appealing the image of her little fantasy was to me. The fact that she not only dreamed of sex with me, but dreamed of me dominating her and taking her played right to the naughtiest bits of my soul. I’d always thought she was beautiful, but I’d ducked the question of whether or not she was sexy, even ducked answering it to myself. Now, I was faced with it. And the answer I came up with was that, yes, she was sexy. She was damned sexy. And the idea of fucking her hard in the way she fantasized was more than just sexy. It was dangerously close to something I could imagine myself doing.
Of course, it being close to something I could imagine didn’t mean I was going to fuck her in reality. Surely, there had been some time in my life when I’d been certain a sexy girl wanted me and I had laid off of her for some moral reason. I really thought about that. I couldn’t come up with a single instance. I’d rarely had steady girlfriends to not cheat on, and the moment to test my fidelity had just never really come. I’d almost never been hit on by a buddy’s girlfriend, and when I had, I just made a booty call to another girl and used my imagination to get through the crisis.
Then, the obvious answer hit me. Natasha! I’d passed on nailing her in order to make it easier to keep Gabby around. Well, I had passed on her for four months, anyway. She’d had her birthday two weeks ago. She was eighteen and still interested. We had our third date scheduled for tomorrow night. And there was no doubt in either of our minds that the third time was going to be the charm.
I wondered if my resolve to lay off Gabby could hold more than four months. No, that didn’t really apply. Gabby was a child, and Natasha was a young woman. Besides, the reason I was getting so worked up over Gabby’s little bit of playacting was probably that I hadn’t been laid since she had moved in with me. I had been giving her pretty much round-the-clock supervision. Once I nailed Natasha tomorrow night, the need would be so drastically reduced that I would be able to push these damned visions out of my mind. I was just susceptible to her appeal because of a long dry spell. That explained it. That cleared it all up for me.
Then how come when I jacked off that night Natasha kept getting either joined by or alternated with another young female in my imagination?
My first two dates with Natasha had been perfect. The more time I spent with her, the more appealing she became to me. She was into yoga and meditation, but not too deep into it. She couldn’t reconcile her desires with some of Buddhist philosophy. She loved fashion and sex too much to shunt them aside to try and become transcendent. And she liked the world of finance. Like me, she was majoring in finance in college. Still, she seemed more impressed with my wit and personality than she was with my house and my car. She had dreams of making her own money, not sponging off someone else’s.
I’d left Gabby on her own while we had our dates. It seemed pretty stupid to hire a babysitter for an eleven-year-old who had been living on the streets on her own. Even Gabby was pretty aware that the third date meant something special to Natasha and me. When Natasha and I came home, the house was spotless. Gabby had cleaned as usual, and then she had apparently gone to bed. I peeked into her room. She seemed to be asleep. I still actually walked over and made sure there was a beautiful little girl under the covers and not a bunch of pillows and teddy bears. In the back of my mind I still had a fear that she’d run off some day. It was Gabby in the bed, dressed in a beautiful flowing nightgown that Natasha had recently given her as a gift. She was breathing softly and not stirring, but she was only pretending to sleep. She’d forgotten to turn on her radio. I knew she couldn’t sleep without noise.
So, she was planning on listening in on us at the very least, possibly even on spying. Good. Maybe my being with a woman for once would disabuse my little honey of the fantasies she was cooking up about us. It would be all the easier if she let go of the idea. I hadn’t really gone there myself until I became aware of her notions of how it should be. “If she lets go of it,” I told myself, “I can handle it from there.” Sure I could.
So, I took Natasha to my bed, knowing that the little girl across the hall was going to be completely aware of what was going on between us.
“Gabby asleep?” Natasha asked, glancing toward the door.
“She’s faking it, I think. Don’t worry. She’s old enough to know what we’re up to.”
“Oh. I can be kind of loud.”
I grinned at that. If Gabby was going to eavesdrop, let’s make it easy for her. “And what makes you the loudest?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said with a playful twist of her hair. “I’ve never been my loudest. Teenage boys are too chicken shit to give a girl what she really needs without her asking for it, and I don’t like giving directions.” She smiled at me, looked down slightly and took a tiny step toward me. It was a pattern she had shown several times over the last four months.
Certain I had read Natasha’s bedroom nature correctly from the beginning, I pressed ahead with the final arrangements. “Sweetheart, do you know what a safe word is?”
“Oooo! I’ve never had one before. How about ‘Parcheesi’?”
“I’d rather fuck.”
“Cute. What’s your word?”
“‘Rutabaga.’ But I’ve never, ever used it. And remember your word, because I won’t stop for anything else.”
“Cool. Where should we--?”
“Where should we start? Is that what you want to know? Here you are, just a young girl coming into a man’s house, wanting to be fucked like a cheap whore. I’m going to show you where I start with little girls who want to play big girl games.” I grabbed her around her white throat and pushed her to her back on the bed. Natasha’s eyes bulged out, and she had a moment of genuine shock. She had never been handled roughly before this. I made sure she had enough air to talk in case she was going right to her safe word. This was a game, not a hate fuck. I genuinely liked this girl. “You have pretty black hair,” I said softly. “You’re going home with cum in it.”
“Fuck you. Nobody treats me like this.”
“You’re gonna learn how you need to be treated.” I grabbed the hem of her sexy black dress and roughly pulled it up over her head. She had a black thong and bra set on underneath. “You wanted to know how a grown man treats a little girl like you. You’re gonna learn.” I shoved her down toward the end of the bed. She stopped, balancing on the foot of it. I slowly forced her off the bed with both feet. She caught her balance and stood awkwardly on the floor. I shot forward and caught both her legs between mine, facing sideways. I sat up and forced her to bend over my left thigh.
“No! I absolutely forbid you from—“ the sound of a hard smack on her ass cut her off. “You fucking brute!” she yelled, with just a touch of tears in her voice. I smacked her four more times; her ass was bright red. “That hurts so fucking bad,” she whined. I smacked her three more. “Please stop, I’ll do anything if you stop.”
“What a little fucking slut. Things get a little rough and you offer up your cunt as a way to get out of it. Fine. Take off the rest of your clothes. The sooner I fuck you, the sooner I can be done with you.” I released her legs and let her stand upright. She was a little wobbly, but she didn’t seem about to fall, so I resisted the urge to put out a hand to keep this beauty from tumbling. I would never let any girl get hurt, and I really liked Natasha. She slowly and hesitantly opened her bra, revealing a pair of nice firm B-headed toward C-cups. “Figures you’d have them pierced, whore.”
Natasha burst out crying. “You make me feel so bad about myself,” she said. “I thought you were nice, Benjamin.” Now, I liked Natasha more than ever. The little use of the name she’d never called me tipped me off that she was playacting without her having to really break the character of the girl who was in way over her head with a cruel man. The tears were a wonderful touch.
“This is me being nice. Take off the panties.” She slid her black thong panties down over her slender, pale legs. She winced when the inside of her forearm grazed her red ass cheeks. “No surprise there,” I said when I saw her shaved pussy. She put a hand over the exposed area. “Move the fucking hand.” She shook her head and left the hand there. I sprung from the bed and grabbed her around the throat again, positioning myself behind her. “Move the fucking hand.” She shook her head again. She lightly grazed her bottom against my thigh. I’d thought she had had enough spanks, but apparently she had a taste for more. I kept a tight grip on her throat and pulled down with that hand, bending her at the waist. I gave her four more good hard spanks with the other hand. I stopped, but she kept her hand over her pussy. It took three more whacks before she dropped it away. “Now, you know that you’re mine.”
“Yes” she sobbed, genuine tears from the spanking had taken over for her play-acted tears of a minute ago. “I’m your little slut.”
“It’s hot in here. Take off my clothes.” Natasha had a little bit of difficulty getting that job done, but I didn’t give her a hard time about it. She was a jumble of emotions. This was what she’d wanted, but it was more intensely pleasing and at the same time more genuinely emotional than she had anticipated. “Good girl,” I said as she struggled with my belt. “You’re doing well, now.”
“Do you like me?” she asked with a little bit of genuine concern in her voice.
“You’re my sweet little whore. I can be fond of you when you behave. You know what you are now, and you’re acting like it. Yes, Natasha, I like you.”
“Thank you, Benny,” she said, sniffing the last of her tears away. “There, all done. You have a beautiful body, Benny.”
“Suck my cock, my sweet pet.” Natasha knelt down as I sat on the edge of the bed. She took her time with the job, covering the head with kisses and licking lightly all over my cock, doing my balls without needing to be told. Natasha had told me she didn’t like giving directions, but that was a little bit disingenuous. She was leading me quite a bit. She just wanted a man who could read what she wanted without being given overt directions. And once in a while, she liked being surprised. She hadn’t expected the hand around her throat, but she’d liked it.
As she took her time, I remembered our audience outside the door. I had intentionally used the “little girl/big girl” phrases at the beginning of things with Natasha for Gabby’s benefit. While she had some ideas about sex, I didn’t think she had the sophistication to realize that I didn’t really think of Natasha as the little girl I was calling her. Natasha was a young woman. But as far as Gabby would know, this was how I treated young girls who became my lovers. There was a certain truth to that; I was generally, but not always dominant, and I was a kinky bastard. But this was an exaggeration for Gabby’s benefit and for the sport I was sharing with Natasha. Rough games are only a small part of what I do. I figured the loud spanking and the cries of pain would scare the little darling off of me for a good long time. With the Gabby problem handled, I concentrated on the beauty at my feet.
“You’re doing very well, my pet. You were born to suck cock.”
“I don’t like it,” she said. “I’m yours, but it’s sick that you make me do this.” Apparently, Natasha was done with “gentle time” for a while.
“I said you were born to suck cock, and as long as you were my sweet pet, I was going to let you do it at your own speed. But now you’re being a whiny little brat. And whiny little brats have to suck cock like this!” I grabbed her by the shiny black hair and forced her deep down onto my cock. She was ready for it, and had opened up pretty well. She took me all the way in. I left it deep until she seemed to be struggling a little too much and then released her, giving her a second to catch her breath. Then, I used her hair to pull her around as I fucked her face. She squealed and made vain protests whenever she could find the breath. I gave her a break twice, pausing to call her filthy names, while actually giving her a chance to call “Parcheesi” if this was too rough for her.
“You’re an animal!” she panted instead.
“Fucking right, I’m an animal!” I snapped and began to fuck her face as hard as ever. I’d done this sort of thing before, with more than just a few girls. I’d always been good at picking out the fun girl in the crowd. But only Lindsay had been able to do what Natasha did. Somehow, during the rough fuck to her face, Natasha managed to actually give me a blowjob. She would suck and lick and tease with her tongue all the while I was jerking her around. Most girls’ mouths just became a warm hole to fuck during this type of rough play. Natasha’s remained an active participant.
I wanted to let my cum slide down her throat, but I had promised her something else. When I started to erupt, I pulled out and spurted my load on her face. I pushed her down to the floor, letting a few drops of it drip slowly onto her as she lay unable to move while I straddled her. Then, I wiped my cock off into her beautiful hair, squeezing the last remnants of my cum into her raven tresses. I looked down at her. “God damn,” I whispered.
“What?” she snapped, playing her wronged character.
“You’re flat on your back, cum in your hair, tears and make-up running all over your cheeks, and a cock waving in your face…”
“You’re still one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen,” I said, meaning every word. “Nothing could change that.”
“Thanks, Benny,” she said, reaching up and giving my fading member a tender little squeeze. “You know just when to do things like that.”
“Of course I do, slut.”
“You have no fucking idea.”
“Benny? Do my ass last, baby. But leave a load in there and then tell me you’re through with me.”
“Thought you didn’t like to give directions.”
“I guess what I really don’t like is teaching boys how to give me what I want. With you… god damn, you give me what I want even when I don’t know I want it. But my fantasy with you always ends that way, and it’s a pretty specific thing for you to have to figure out. Next time, if you want to do my ass first and then move on to other things... I won’t be squeamish.” Have I mentioned yet that I really liked Natasha?
“Get off the fucking floor.”
“What are you going to do to me now, you brute?”
“I have to take a piss, and I don’t trust you in my room alone.” My first instinct had been to just grab her and drag her to the bathroom, but I had decided to give a verbal warning to anyone who might be listening at the door. I steered Natasha by the back of the neck and kept her from turning to her left. It seemed like rough play, but it was a precaution. She didn’t see the outline of a little girl in the rapidly closing bedroom door across the hall. I pretended not to. I could only see an outline of a form, but the form wasn’t draped in the flowing little nightgown. It had been when I checked on Gabby earlier. Either she’d changed into a form-fitting outfit, or Gabby had been sitting naked outside my bedroom door.
I pushed Natasha into the bathroom and gave her time to realize I was steering her to lie on her back in the bathtub. Again, she had time to back out of a situation and didn’t do it. “Piss for me.”
“Don’t make me do shameful things just because you can.”
I stepped into the tub and stood between her legs, spreading them with my own. “Last chance. Piss for me.” She shook her head. I pissed on her pussy. Natasha’s response to the warm wet sensation was immediate. Moaning in filthy pleasure, she brought her hips up toward the stream that was running down onto her. As I finished, she let loose her own stream of liquid. I watched in delight as it arced up and then splashed onto the floor of the tub, sprinkling my legs. Natasha sighed in relief as she finished. The look of wonder and admiration she gave me was genuine. This had been brand new for her, and it had given her a new avenue of pleasure she now realized she would love to explore further.
“I’m sorry,” she said at last. “I’ve been childish. Please give me another chance to be a good little pet.”
“Win my affection back,” I said, feigning that she had tried my patience. She stayed sitting, but grabbed some liquid soap from the rail and reached between my legs to turn on the tub faucet and close the drain. That put her face in my crotch and she paused to lick my balls and suck the last few drops out of the end of my penis. I shuddered when she pressed the tip of her tongue into the tiny hole at the end of my rising shaft. As the warm water began to fill the tub, Natasha lathered her hands and slowly and lingeringly washed my lower legs where she had splashed me with her piss. It was intensely erotic.
“You have very strong calves,” she said, rising up to suck me while she continued to wash my legs. The water was warm enough that it stung her tender backside, but she had not retreated from it. “And my filthy little cunt is clean, now. I’m sorry I made you have to piss on it to get me to behave.”
“Sometimes a rough hand is necessary when training a pet,” I said breezily. “And sometimes the pet needs a tender reward.” I urged her back down into the tub and sat behind her. “Put your feet up high on the front edge of the tub,” I said. “Don’t worry; I’m in a gentle mood.” She put her feet up high as I asked. I gently grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down into the water, which was now deep enough for me to dunk everything but her nose. I raised her head back up and pulled her so that the back of her head rested on my chest. I found some of the gentle shampoo that she had recommended for Gabby. “I know I promised you cum in your hair to take home, but this seems like a better idea now.” I lathered her hair and spent several long minutes gently massaging her scalp with the occasional detour to her nipples, where I gently played with the little rings she wore there.
“This is new, too. No one’s ever been this gentle and caring with me. I love it, Benny.”
“You’re worth the effort, Natasha.” I rinsed her hair and kissed her neck and shoulders for a long time. I had all night to fuck this girl, and right now I felt no need to rush that.
“Benny,” she whispered in a calm voice. “Did you know Gabby’s outside the door? I just saw the shadow of feet out there.”
I started the water running again to mask our voices. “I thought she might be.”
“What should we do?”
“She’s curious, that’s all. I can chase her away if you want me to.”
“What do you want to do? She’s your sister. But you know she has a crush on you, right?”
“I figured it out the other day, but it’s just a little girl thing. She’ll get over it.”
“Not very easily. Watch out, Ben. I would have fucked a grown man when I was eleven. I wasn’t into my dad or my brother, but I would have fucked them if I was.”
“I don’t fuck little girls.”
“She’s only half little girl, now. She’s half big girl, too. Her head is full of dreams and fantasies, and she’s beautiful enough to make them happen.”
“I have to be strong enough to keep them from happening.”
“If you think that’s best,” she said a little sadly.
“Look, I know I’m a freak. And I don’t play by anybody’s rules but my own. But if my big brother had been sweet and handsome and sexy like you, instead of an insufferably vain jerk, I would have wanted him to be my first.”
“I—I—can’t. I’m all she’s got in the whole world.”
“You’re also the best lover I’ve ever had. What girl wouldn’t want you for her first? I know that what we did before isn’t for a girl’s first time, but what we’re doing now…. It’s perfect for it. And she’s really quite beautiful, isn’t she?”
“You sound like you want me to do it to her.”
“No. But I wouldn’t think any less of you if you did.”
“Well, hell, Natasha, let’s just open the door and invite her to join us!”
There was a moment of awkward silence. It was followed by simultaneous exclamations. “Parcheesi!” “Rutabaga!”
“I’m sorry if I said too much. It’s not my business, Benny.”
“I’m not mad. It’s just…”
“I thought about it for a minute, too, Ben. Adolescent girls are sexual creatures. It’s all just a matter of degree about how far they’re ready to go. I’m not quite where you’re at yet, but I think I’d be a good partner for a girl’s first time, too.”
“Yes. I believe you would. Enough about that. It’s not going to happen.” We thought that was the last of it for the evening. “Are you my pet?”
“Yes, I’m your pet now, Benny.” We kissed each other on the lips for a long time; it was the beginning of something, but also reassurance that the crisis had passed.
We got out of the tub and toweled each other down. She dried me first. When I had finished drying her body, I grabbed a nice, fresh fluffy towel and moved as if I was going to dry her hair. I wrapped the towel around her face and spoke calmly. “It’s all still sweet, pet.” With the towel still covering her face, I marched her out the door. I had been planning on taking Natasha bent over the bed with the towel around her head, a combination blindfold and leash, but things didn’t work out that way.
Gabby had been a little too wrapped up in what she was doing outside the door, and she had gotten up in a rush. When she got to her doorway, she had smacked her knee on it, causing her to crash to the floor. “Honey, are you okay?” I said, releasing the towel and moving toward Gabby.
“Of course, Benny. I would have said the word—“ Natasha’s sentence was interrupted when the towel slipped from her face and she saw me kneeling over a naked little girl.
“Fuck off, stupid!” Gabby snapped.
“So, you’re okay, then,” I said.
“Leave me alone!” Gabby tried to cover up her naked body by pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her shins. All it did was reveal the glistening wet little pink slit between her legs, and give me a glimpse of the juices on her right index and middle fingers.
“God, Gabrielle, you are a beautiful little thing,” I said. “Really a wonder.”
“I don’t want to lose you!” she shouted suddenly.
“What?” I asked.
“Mommy, whenever she got a new boyfriend, she’d take off with him. Finally, she disappeared for good.”
“Gabby, honey, I will never, ever abandon you. I love you more than anyone in my life.”
“Maybe I should go,” Natasha said softly.
“No,” I said calmly but firmly. “I really like you, Natasha. I want you to stay.”
Gabby was crying now, and that always made her peevish. She hated to cry in front of people. “You’re his dirty little pet!” Gabby snapped at her. “He wants you to stay so he can fuck you!”
“That’s true,” I said. “Everything you just said is true. But it’s half the story, and not the important half. Natasha’s the first girl I’ve met in the last couple years that I’m hoping turns into a real girlfriend.” I looked at the beautiful, naked woman on the opposite side of me from the beautiful, naked little girl. “And now, we’re putting her to the test way before she should have had to go through it. She’s knee deep in our crazy now.” Natasha stiffened at the declaration of my hopes for a serious relationship, but she had already let something key slip. When talking about anal sex, she had made a reference to “next time.” She saw this going somewhere, too. “Natasha, our crazy life doesn’t just go knee deep. We got crazy clear up over your head.”
“I like crazy,” she said with a shrug. “And I like both of you.”
“Fuck this,” Gabby snapped. “When you brought me in it was just supposed to be me and you.”
“Gabby? Did you agree to stay with me because you loved me like family or because you were in love with me?”
“Go to hell, fuckwad!”
“Both, goddamit! But I thought I could just maybe learn to be a sister.”
“Holy shit, Benny. Gabby’s not really your sister?”
I hadn’t meant for that to come out. Not for a very long time, if ever. But tonight was just getting crazy.
“I didn’t mean for you to have to deal with that,” I said.
“Did you just bringt his child…?” Natasha looked genuinely angry, but even more concerned. She pushed past me and grabbed Gabby by the arm. “Come with me, honey. We have to talk.” Before I could react, Natasha pulled Gabby into her room and locked the door. I was the only naked person in the hallway now. On the other side of the door, two beautiful naked girls began a conversation that would determine my fate not just for an evening, but for the rest of my life.
I sat on the end of my bed and waited for over an hour as hushed female voices talked urgently behind the locked door across the hall. I looked at my clothes a few times, thinking about getting dressed again, but it just seemed kind of pointless now.
Finally, the door opened and Natasha walked out alone. She stood in my doorway. “I knew you were the kind of guy who used his heart more than his brain, but did you really think you could bring an adolescent girl into your house, treat her like a princess and not have her fall in love with you?”
“I thought we’d be family.”
“Gabby’s right. You’re a dipshit. At least you’re not what I was afraid you were for a while there. If you’d lured a strange little homeless girl into your house so you could seduce her, I wouldn’t have liked you very much. As a matter of fact, I would have removed your nuts with a spoon.”
“I thought you were okay with girls her age having sex.”
“I am, Benny, when it happens from love and tenderness. If you were preying on her… it would have been ugly between us.”
“Natasha, I could go to jail, and Gabby could get sent off to a foster home.”
“I’m not ever going to break up your family, Benny. You were right about one thing. You have become a family. You were just very confused about what roles you and Gabby were going to play in it. Buy you two adore each other, and I think either one of you would gladly die for the other one.”
“I know I would.”
“That sounds like a family to me, Benny. A pretty good little family if you two can get things figured out.” She looked thoughtfully at me for a long moment, weighing me one last time. She seemed to be certain things were what she had been told they were. “I’m going to get dressed and go home, now. You two have work to do,” she said as she kissed me on the cheek. She got up and began to dress.
“I understand. There’s no reason for you to get yourself mixed up in this any deeper, Natasha.”
“Oh, there’s lots of reasons for me to get mixed up even deeper in this, Benny. I’m crazy about you. I was even before we had half of a night of mind-blowing sex. Now, I’ve got it even worse. And I love that little girl in there, Benny. I wish she was my little sister or something. I would be absolutely thrilled to watch her grow up. But I can’t stay here and be the girl who took her boyfriend away.”
“I’m not her boyfriend!”
“Yes, you are. Even if you’re too thick to see it. And even though I’m seven years older—maybe because I’m seven years older—I respect her too much to steal her first love and then parade around the house in front of her.”
“This is so fucked up!” I groaned. Still, I couldn’t see where Natasha was wrong. How could I bring any woman into my home and rub her in Gabby’s face? Even though nothing had ever happened between us, she was still in love with me. Until that changed, there was no way I could have women in the house. It would probably be almost as bad to go out and come home with their scent on me. Gabby would be too sharp not to realize what had happened and too much in love to not let it hurt her.
“I’m sorry, Benny. You really are someone I wish I could have taken a shot with.” She slid back into her dress and picked up her shoes.
“Stay, Natasha, please, stay.” They were my thoughts, but not my words, not my voice. “If you leave, we’re all going to end up brokenhearted.” Gabby stood in my doorway. She never had put her nightgown back on. “I love you, Natasha, and I hardly even like anybody else. I don’t want to lose you any more than I want to lose Benny. I need a grown-up girl to talk to. Dipshit here is useless for that sort of thing.”
I shrugged and nodded to admit that she was right about that. “If Natasha stays, honey, she and I are going to be lovers, probably for a long time. Like she said, it would be damned hard for you to see.”
“Only if you guys keep leaving me out.”
“I did not put her up to this, Benny. Parcheesi.”
“You know better, Nat.”
“I hate Nat, call me Tasha if anything. Gabby does sometimes.”
“Nobody’s putting me up to anything. Look, I’m in love with you, dumbfuck. God, I have been for so long now. But I don’t know if I’m ready to do any of the really weird shit that was going on in here before. I mean, what the fuck did you do to her in the bathroom? Did you piss on her?”
“A little, sweetie, but I wanted him to.”
“You guys are so fucked up and kinky, but you’re also really sweet and really sexy, and I want to be part of all that in some way.”
“You’re a little girl, Gab.”
“Sometimes. And sometimes I’m a big girl. If I’m not your only girl, I can take some time to be both.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I get what she means, Benny. If it was just the two of you, she’d have to eventually become like a little wife. You’d come to depend on her for everything, and she’s not ready for that. If I’m here, too, then I’ve got most of the heavy lifting of an adult relationship, and she gets to be in love with you and maybe even make love to you at the times she’s ready to do it.”
Gabby crossed to Natasha and took her hand. “Are we smarter than all of them, Tasha, or just him?”
“We love them. How dumb is that? We don’t really have the high ground.”
“Will you teach me how to be a girlfriend?”
“I think I have to warn you, Gabby. I’ve always wanted to fool around with a girl. I won’t force the issue, but if you ever once look at me like you look at him I’m going to kiss you right on your beautiful little mouth. Assuming Benny says it’s okay.”
“Do you two love each other?” I asked. “Do you care about each other so much that you would die inside if you ever hurt her?”
“I already said I love her, Benny. I was willing to give up the best guy I ever had for her. The rest is all up to Gabby.”
Gabby looked at Natasha and then brought her hand up and brushed the beautiful young woman’s cheek. I would later learn that she had never willingly kissed a boy before, so her first true romantic kiss was with my new girlfriend. I watched in wonder at the beauty of it, the simplicity. Gabby brought her lips to Natasha’s and then just melted into her. Natasha never hesitated in her acceptance of it. When they broke apart, Natasha led Gabby to stand in front of me. “Moment of truth, you two,” she said.
“I love you, dipshit,” Gabby said and kissed me on the lips. I thought I might pull back. I feared I would experience some sort of revulsion. Instead, my arms slipped around her tiny waist and drew her to me. The naked girl melted into me as she had with Natasha. Then, she threw her arms around my neck and brought her legs up onto the bed, wrapping them around my waist.
“Sweetie, you’re going to end up with him inside you if you keep—“
Gabby nodded. She pressed her body against mine. She rubbed her warm little sex against my erection, sliding it up and down the length of the underside. She made a sound that was a combination of a moan and a squeak. God help me, I wanted to just drive into her. My breaths grew ragged. I groaned. “Gabby, I’m gonna roll you over and put it in you if you keep it up.”
“I want you to. Benny, I’m afraid to do it any other way. Roll me over and drill me. Even if I—“ I never let her finish her little speech. I knew what she was going to say. Even if she fought back at the moment of truth, she wanted me to just do it. Five minutes ago, I couldn’t have imagined I would really, really do that. Now, I couldn’t imagine not doing it.
I rolled her to her back and scooped both her little wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head. She started to squirm, trying to move away, but I did what she had asked only seconds before. I used my free hand to line up my cock with the little pussy beneath me. My knuckles grazed the sparse little patch of hair that had started to grow there. The head of my shaft slid between the outer folds moistened by her recent actions against me. “Benny, maybe we shouldn’t—“ I pushed the head into her. “Unhuh-oh!” It was a mix of a grunt of pain and a moan of pleasure.
“I will always love you, Gabby,” I whispered in her ear and pushed deep into her extremely tight little channel, tearing away her hymen.
“OW! Dumbfuck! I’m too little!” I moved slowly in and out of her. “Fucker! Pull it out!” I kept moving slowly in and out at a depth of about four inches.
Natasha put her hand on my shoulder. I looked at her. She had tears in her eyes as she used her other hand to gently stroke Gabby’s hair. “Keep still, Benny. Gabby, wiggle around on it slowly and let yourself adjust to it.” Gabby and I both did as she told us. “That’s it, sweetie. Tell him when he can put more in you, but don’t ask him to stop again. You told him to do it this way. Don’t make him feel bad for doing it.”
Gabby looked up at Natasha and nodded. She grimaced a little as she kept wiggling around on my cock. I was worried about her, but damn it felt good. It was so fucking tight that it almost hurt me at first, and I liked things that hovered on the edge of pain. “It doesn’t hurt so much now,” she said. “Just drive it in and get it over with, Benny.” I pushed all the way into her. “Ow! Fuck, that’s deep in there!” I was afraid I was going to be banging on her cervix. I was pretty average in size, but she was little. Still she wasn’t experiencing much pain. “I can take this,” she panted, “but any more would hurt bad.”
“His hips are against yours, sweetie. He might go a half-inch deeper when he starts driving you harder, but that’s gonna be it.”
“Benny?” She waited until I leaned up and looked into her eyes. “I love you forever, too. You didn’t hurt me. I just got a little scared.” She had control of her senses. She was even being brave for me, now. “Do it, Benny. Just do it. We’re okay.”
I had been struggling to keep from pounding away at her. I had always been with wild girls, and probably was currently with one who was going to be pretty crazy someday, but I had never taken a virgin before. They weren’t usually the type I was attracted to. Now, I had taken my first cherry and was amazed at the sensations of being inside such a tight little box. Every little movement was amplified by her tightness. And she was wet. She had been nervous, but she was anticipating this—or at least fantasizing about it—all night. Her tiny heart was beating rapidly beneath my chest. I gave her a long kiss, swapping hungry tongues. Then, I gave in to my urges.
I drove myself deep every time and drew back until I almost came out of her. Her little cunny pulled against the withdrawals and pushed back against the thrusts. “Oh god,” she whispered several times. Her expression was one of thrilled confusion. Her body was beginning to give her signals of pleasure, but her brain was still dealing with the notion that something was invading her body. “Oh, shit,” she said softly and then suddenly added, “Let go of my arms, dumbfuck!”
I let go, and she grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands, driving her little nails into my flesh. She had stopped chewing them off short about a month ago. I couldn’t tell if it was blood or sweat trickling down my ass cheeks, but I loved the feeling of her clawing at me. “You are so, fucking hot, honey!” I whispered in her ear as I continued pounding into her.
“Fuck me, Benny,” she whispered back. “It makes me feel good. Fuck me hard.”
I groaned in ecstasy, totally lost in the thrills of her little body. Her limbs were still very thin, but she had just a little lump under each areola and she wasn’t anywhere near the emaciated little thing I had caught in my garage seven months ago. She was limber, too. She had been moving her legs up and down around my waist and soon brought them up until they were pressing against the backs of my arms. I hooked my arms under her knees and began taking her that way. It was amazing how effortless that was for her. She was so flexible. Again and again, I rose and fell into her tight little snatch. She squeaked and moaned with each thrust. For a while, she beat on my back between my shoulder blades. She reached up and grabbed me by the chin, digging her nails slightly into my jaw. She pulled me down to her mouth and kissed me greedily. “Oh god, Benny. Fuck me until I die,” she groaned. I was turning red from the exertion and it was obvious to Natasha that I was getting close to finishing. I was planning on pulling out. I was NOT getting my honey pregnant at eleven. I could lose custody of her forever.
“Have you started your periods yet, Gabby?” Natasha asked urgently.
“What?” she asked, not quite catching what Natasha was getting at.
“Your periods. Are you having your periods yet?”
“Gross! No. Never!” she said, seeming confused as to why Natasha was asking about that NOW in the middle of this thrilling experience.
“Let it fly, Benny. A girl should get that her first time if she can without getting pregnant. Cum in her, baby!”
I hadn’t even thought that was a real possibility. Gabby grabbed me by the jaw again. “Cum in me, Benny. Cum in my pussy if you love me!” What the fuck was that? No grown woman had ever said that to me. And the way her surrender and slight aggression toward me combined to signal that she was both a tender thing and a wild animal intrigued me in a brand new way. I emptied into her. Time and again, my shaft jerked and released long jets of semen into Gabby’s little pussy. She raked her fingers down my back and thrust her hips at me. The animal side was presenting itself.
Then came the tender girl. “Oh my god, Benny! That feels so fucking cool!” she cooed as I slowed to the tiny movements my hips made to make sure the last of my cum had left me. A few tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. “Tell me you love me, please.”
“Oh, honey. I love you so much.” I pulled out and looked down at her red little pussy. “You okay?”
“I am fucking fantastic!” she said. “You did a good job, dipshit.”
“You are a hell of a good fuck, ya little brat.”
“Ahem!” Natasha said. I turned to her and realized that she was naked again. I’d missed her undressing. “Gabby, Benny got to cum, but you didn’t. Do you want him to help you cum? He will.”
“No,” Gabby said, looking down in shame and reaching for Natasha’s hand at the same time. She wanted to be submissive to Natasha. “I want you to help me cum, Miss Tasha.” She lifted her eyes timidly, afraid that Natasha might say no. “Please.”
“I’ve never eaten a pussy, before,” Natasha said, reflecting the timidity she had just witnessed from Gabby. “Will you please be my first?”
“It’s a mess. It’s full of cum and I think I bled a little.”
“I don’t mind,” Natasha said.
“It would seem gross to me, though. Can I go wash up and then let you?”
“Sure, sweetie. Whatever you feel comfortable with… and nothing more.”
Gabby left to go to the bathroom and clean up. I followed her.
“What are you doing, dumbfuck?” she said when she realized I was walking into the bathroom with her.
“I made the mess, honey. I’m going to help clean it up.”
She looked like she was going to yell at me, but then her eyes misted up and she threw herself into my arms and kissed me. “I’m not easy, Benny,” she said as she lowered her head to my chest and began to weep softly.
“Of course not, honey. You wouldn’t have done that with somebody you didn’t love.”
“Not that! I know I’m not easy that way. I’m just not easy to take care of and to love. I call you names and argue, and I fight you about my homework.”
“You’re a wonderful kid, Gabby. You’re smart and sweet and strong.”
“I’m not strong, Benny. I cry all the time.”
“You’re an adolescent girl, Gabby. Your body is a chemical factory gone wild. And you’ve lived a rough life. Of course you cry. But a lot of girls in your place would be right little bitches. I think you’re an angel.” She hugged me again, and we stood there for a long time, arms around one another.
“Benny?” she said softly.
“I have all kinds of shit running down my leg.”
I burst out laughing and then scooped her up and carried her to the bathtub. She stood under the shower for a minute and then I took a washcloth and gently washed her pubic region and legs with warm water. She loved my adoring touches and tender attention, but after a few minutes she started to squirm.
“Are you too tender down there?”
“No, Benny, the warm water is making me need to pee.”
“Okay. I’ll go wait with Natasha.”
“Hold my hand?” She extended a hand to me and I took it. “I’m not ready to piss on you.”
“You never have to. It’s all about what you like.”
“I think I might like this,” she said, keeping my hand and sitting on the toilet while she spread her little pussy lips with her free hand so that I could watch as she made her water. It was, as everything she’d been doing lately seemed to be, damned sexy. She let me clean her with the tissue when she was done. She kissed me deeply. She took my arm and wrapped it around her as she pressed her back into my chest. “I’m sorry I bit you,” she whispered, going all the way back to our very first meeting.
“I’m sorry I scared you.”
“I wasn’t scared! I could take you in a fair fight,” she said and laughed.
We found Natasha sitting yoga style on the bed. Her eyes were closed, and she didn’t acknowledge us as we came in. “She’s so cool!” Gabby said, sitting on the bed and imitating Natasha’s pose. I had no idea what to do. I sure as hell couldn’t sit like that.
“I’ve been taking a moment to gather my thoughts and check in on my spirit,” Natasha said, not yet opening her eyes.
“What did your spirit have to say?”
“I’m at peace with myself. The things I’ve been thinking I think about all this are the things I really think.”
“I can’t believe I just understood that sentence.”
“Gabby, do you still want me to?”
“Yes, Miss Tasha.”
Natasha opened her eyes. “It’s what I would have wanted at your age, sweetie. So, you might be weird, but you’re no weirder than I am.”
“You’re a really awesome kind of weird, Tasha.”
“Just lay down here, sweetie. Stop me any time if you feel weird—in a way that’s not an awesome kind of weird.”
“Tasha, will you call me your pet?”
“If you want me too, little pet.”
“But don’t call me the bad things Benny calls you.”
“Okay, little angel.” Natasha began by gently stroking Gabby’s labia, checking for tender spots and signs of soreness. Like I had been when I washed her, Natasha was surprised that Gabby didn’t seem to be sore. I had gone at her pretty hard. “You have a few little curly hairs, my sweet pet.”
“And the bumps in my titties are getting bigger.”
“I noticed,” Natasha and I said at the same time.
“Am I sexy, Tasha?”
“Sexiest girl I’ve ever known, pet.” She lowered her mouth to Gabby’s pussy. Natasha had never eaten a pussy, but she had one of her own, and seemed to know just how to go about it. I could see that her fingers were exploring Gabby’s channel, and I could tell that there were a combinations of licks and kisses and sucks. I realized that Natasha could have probably just latched onto her pretty hard and made her cum in a few seconds, but since Gabby wasn’t sore, she was taking her time, teasing, even.
I couldn’t see every detail of what was going on down there, but I could see Gabby’s beautiful face the whole time. In the beginning she was quiet, serene. Natasha was making things gentle and pleasing. But after a bit, she got Gabby wound up. Her reaction to Natasha was quite different from her reaction to me. She would stroke the older girl’s raven hair, or trail a gentle finger between her shoulder blades. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Miss Tasha,” she whispered when she spoke at last. “I will do anything you ask me to, anything, ever.”
“I love you, little pet.”
“Tasha, I love you, too. Can I do this to you sometime? I’ll try really hard to make you happy.”
“Of course, my love. Of course.”
I almost cried. I had never seen my little Gabby like this. She was more at peace than I could have imagined her being. Even when her ecstasy made her a little louder, her cries were of satisfaction, not desire. Something in Natasha filled a huge need in Gabby’s life. Most likely, she had never been adored by an older female before. But there was more to it than just that. Natasha was in some ways Gabby’s heroine. She was what Gabby wanted to be.
I didn’t want to interrupt the proceedings, but I was getting aroused both emotionally and physically to the point that I could no longer hold back. I positioned myself behind Natasha and began to put my own tongue and fingers to work. Soon, she was groaning in pleasure as well. Her deeper, lustier moans made for a wonderful counter-point to Gabby’s little coos of pleasure. I paused only once, to watch Gabby’s climax. She did not get wild like she had been with me. She simply lifted her hips off the bed and emitted a soft squeak while gently holding Natasha’s head tight to her little cunny. “I love you, Tasha,” she whispered and lay still on her back.
I resumed what I had been doing to Natasha. She groaned and buried her face in the mattress. Gabby opened her eyes and smiled at me for a moment. Then a sudden look of shock appeared on her pretty little face, and she scooted around alongside Natasha. “Holy fuck,” Gabby said. “I thought you were eating her pussy.” I was actually tonguing Natasha’s asshole as I gently fingered her snatch.
“No, Natasha’s my pet, and she likes different things than you do.”
“Her ass is all red. Why did you hit her so hard if you love her?”
“I wanted him to, sweetie,” Natasha groaned. She wanted to take over the talking so that I could resume the thing that was making her groan so much. And it wasn’t the finger in her pussy, although I imagine she liked that well enough, too.
“Because it gets me hot.”
“I like giving control to someone I trust… and love.”
“I love you too, pet,” I said and returned to pleasuring her backside.
Gabby thought quietly for a moment. “I like giving control to him, too, but I don’t want him to hit me.”
“Then he never, ever will, angel.”
“I don’t get it, Tasha.”
“I don’t entirely get it either, but I sure as fuck loved it when he did it. Gabby?”
“Be a good pet and either help him or stop asking me questions.”
“What should I do to help, Benny?”
“There’s a tube in the nightstand, bring it to me.”
She scrambled off the bed and brought back the lubricant. “Benny?” Natasha said softly. “You know my fantasy where you take me that way and then say you’re done?”
“I think I might remember it.”
“I never had anyone take me that way before.”
“Okay. But you never had anyone get rough with or piss on you before, either. And that worked out okay.”
“I know, baby. I just wanted to let you know that I might need some discipline to be a good pet about it.”
“You sure?” I was actually asking about Gabby, not Natasha’s preferences.
“She’s going to see it sooner or later, and she’s very curious about it.”
“Okay. Gabby, put some of that lube on my finger. Just squeeze a little out. Thanks, honey. You heard Tasha tell me this was alright, right?” Gabby nodded. “Even if she says different, everything I do is okay with her unless she says her special word. It’s called a safe word.”
“What’s the word?”
“Hers is ‘Parcheesi.’ Mine is ‘rutabaga.’”
“That’s why you said that before! Mine is going to be ‘army jacket.’ Is that a good one?”
“It’s very good. It’s not something you’re likely to say in normal play. So, if you say it, we know to stop right away. But we aren’t going to play rough with you. You don’t want it.”
“I might someday. I want to watch and see if I get it once I see it.” She was very earnest about it, but I kept wondering what it would be like to put a few playful smacks on her wiggly little bottom. Thankfully, I had Natasha to keep me in the moment.
“What are you doing with that stuff?” Natasha asked, taking on the air of the frightened girl again.
“I’m making you slippery, my pet.” I put a little on the bud of her asshole.
“You can’t put anything in there!” she cried. “I’m not nasty like that!”
I cracked her on the ass, nowhere near as hard as I had in the first round. She had to be sore from earlier. Still, Natasha seemed to have a damned fine tolerance for that sort of pain. “I’m nasty like that,” I said. Gabby squirmed beside me, unsure if she liked this, but too fascinated to ask us to stop. I put some more lube on Natasha’s asshole. I turned to Gabby for another dollop of the gel, but found that she already had some on her own fingers.
“It’s okay, Tasha,” she whispered as she smeared the gooey substance onto Tasha’s hole. “Just do what the bad man wants, and it will be over soon. Then, he’ll let us go.”
“That’s right,” I said, picking up on Gabby’s little game. Apparently, she did want to play a little. “Do as I say and I will let you go… eventually.”
“Just don’t touch my sweet little pet,” Natasha said.
“I do what I want, and while you were sleeping, I had my way with the little brat. I pinned her arms over her head and popped her cherry!”
“You blackhearted bastard!” I smacked her three more times. I was cupping my hand, giving the blows more sound than fury. Natasha turned on the tears again. Her ability to cry on demand made things more fun.
Gabby jumped up from the bed and got behind me. She smacked me on the ass as hard as her little hand allowed. Gabby seemed to like to be as rough with me as I liked to be with Natasha. There were clearly two sides of Gabby’s personality present when I had fucked her; the little animal that clawed and struck me, the tender angel that said sweet words and clung to me. She was finding a home for the animal with me and the angel with Natasha.
I pressed my slippery finger deep into Natasha’s asshole. “Fucking bastard!” she moaned. I smacked her once, and Gabby smacked me twice.
“Let’s get this loosened up, so I can stick my cock in that ass and fill it with cum.” Natasha continued to cry.
Gabby came around to my side and then reached underneath Natasha and began to stroke her bald pussy as she kissed her lower back. There was still lube on her fingers, and she slid around on the surface of Natasha’s sex very easily. It took less than a minute of Gabby’s work combined with mine to make Natasha cum. For all that we’d done this night, we hadn’t really gotten around to tending to the poor woman’s pussy very much. “Oh, fuck, pet! That’s so good. You made me cum! Do it more, baby! Do it harder!” Gabby spun so that her feet were up by Natasha’s head and slid under her like a mechanic working on a car. She began to work Natasha’s sex with vigor. “That right there, pet! That’s my clit! Jam your fingers in my cunt hard and then come back to the clit sometimes. Fuck me with your hands, sweetie! I love you, Gabby!”
“I love you too, Tasha,” she whispered, but seemed a little preoccupied with the fascinating sight and feel of her lover’s cunt.
I grabbed the tube Gabby had left on the bed and greased my cock. I lined it up at Natasha’s asshole and bumped it teasingly several times. “This is mine now,” I said dramatically as I finally pushed my way into her ass.
“OW! Fuck! Fuck! You filthy animal!” she cried. So, I knew she liked it. With most girls, I might have been slow about driving fully into her virgin ass, but Natasha seemed to want things to hurt a bit. I drove deep inside of her. “Bastard!” she cried. I cupped my hand and smacked her on the ass with a nice loud pop. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll be good.” That meant she wanted me to stop spanking her. That was fine with me. Even the delights of spanking can get old if you do it too much in one night. “Oh! Oh! Holy fuck, Gabby! You’re getting me there again!” I pumped in and out slowly, not wanting to throw off the business with Gabby. “AHHHHHH! AHHHHH! My angel. My pet. That was so good.”
She was, in her own Natasha sort of way, telling Gabby to stop fingering her. Gabby seemed to think that it meant she should do it some more. “Suck the little one’s tits,” I ordered, remembering that no one had really paid Gabby’s breasts any attention, even though she had mentioned them to us.
“No! I’m making Tasha feel good,” Gabby snapped back at me.
“Do it or I will smack her ass so hard it will sting for a week.”
“He’s being perfect. He knows what I want,” Natasha whispered to Gabby in a slight break of character. “And I want to taste your little titties.” Gabby immediately spun around so that Natasha could reach her little bumps. A mere whisper from Natasha and Gabby would always respond. With our little angel in a better position, I slowly pumped Natasha’s ass for a bit, but then the urge to drive her hard began to build. I held off as long as I could, letting her kiss and suck our little lover’s titties. But soon I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had to take Natasha hard.
She had a bit of a rough time really staying on Gabby’s breasts; they would have to wait until later to get the royal treatment. But there was still a way to get Gabby some pleasure while we did this. I pulled out and grabbed Natasha by both hips until her knees dropped off the bed and I could lower her feet to the floor. Her hips pinned to the foot of the bed and her upper body supported by the mattress, she didn’t move around much when I pumped into her.
“Put your face in the little one’s cunny and pleasure her,” I ordered. Gabby waited until Natasha nodded and then spread her legs and straddled Natasha’s face. Gabby actually had her feet on my shoulders as I leaned over the older girl’s back. I began to hammer away mercilessly at Natasha’s sweet ass. It was incredibly tight, but I was expecting that. I’d never fucked a vaginal virgin before Gabby, but something in my personality had allowed me to be the guy that a lot of girls were the first to let in their ass. I guessed it was one of the perks of being good at naughty games. I was demanding enough to ask for it, and trustworthy enough that girls allowed me to do it.
And Gabby’s satisfying work on Natasha’s sex had freed me up to use both hands on her hips and not worry about pleasing her beneath. My cock was being thoroughly squeezed by her sweet asshole and the circumstances allowed me to be a complete animal, focusing solely on rutting her. I was going to be able to go for a bit. And I went hard then, at last focusing just on this act and not letting anything else distract me. When my knees and hamstrings were starting to strain from this position, I stood with knees bent and continued to take her. Gabby kept her feet on my shoulders the whole time. Finally, I had been squeezed and pulled for all I was worth. I let loose with a long, low moan that turned into a growl. I felt the twitches start in the base of my cock and then the urgent rush of my fluid forcing its way out of my body and into her delicious ass. I could barely stand at the moment, but I put my hands on the bed and leaned forward. This forced Gabby’s legs straight up in the air, and she had to roll away from Natasha’s mouth.
Natasha needed to be done with that anyway. She had given pretty much what she could for the night. Her wonderful tongue had been working one thing or another for almost our entire time, and I had pounded her up the ass pretty hard for her first time. I pulled out and watched the cum dripping from her backside. I remembered something she had said and a promise I had made. I caught some of the cum on my fingers and then leaned over her so I could whisper in her ear. “I’m done with you, slut.” Then I wiped the cum in her raven tresses, keeping my promise to end things with some in her hair.
She smiled. “I like being your pet,” she mumbled and closed her eyes. I slumped to the floor to catch my breath. I closed my eyes for a moment as well. I nearly fell asleep with my head on my knees.
I felt a little hand clutching at one of my hands. I lifted my head to see Gabby looking at me with a very happy expression on her face. “You’re the bad guy, right?” I nodded, still a little overcome by my exertions with Natasha. “And Tasha is the sweet girl who takes care of me. I do anything she says, because I am her pet.” I nodded again. “But I just discovered that I now have a super power that makes boys do what I tell them.”
“You may have just described more about a beautiful girl hitting puberty than you realize, little brat, but keep going. I’ll play this game with you, my love.”
“Well, with the power I have I can now command you. Kiss me nice, my pet.” I did as she asked. “Now, go tell Tasha she’s your good pet and you love her.”
I knelt next to Natasha who was still where I left her and whispered in her ear. “You are the best pet a man ever had. I love you, and there would be a huge hole in my heart if you ever went away from me.” We kissed.
“You need to go get her some ice for her sore ass, my sweet little pet.” I rose unsteadily and went to the kitchen for ice. My legs didn’t quite want to work. I have to admit that on the way back to the room I paused for a moment to put the ice on my well-used nuts. It felt amazing. I thought about how Gabby was playing the game. She was well within the rules, and Natasha would explain to her that Gabby would have to let me be rough my pet before the girl commanded me to make nice with Natasha. There could be a nice sense of balance here, and Gabby would have enough control over things to stay in the game without having to get in the middle of something she didn’t want to see. Tomorrow we would make ground rules, tonight we would just pile into my king-size bed and get some damned sleep.
“Here’s our handsome boy,” Gabby said as I came back into the room.
“You’re nicer to me now that you control me than you ever were before,” I said with a smile.
“Well, I kind of feel bad about those scratches I made on your back, and I can see that I put some serious claw marks in your ass. I’ll still get rough with you when you need it, but if you’re being a good pet I’ll be nice to you.”
“Sounds fair. And by the way, I love the claw marks. They came from your first time, and I hope they never, ever go away.”
“Gabby, my pet, can you make him give me the damned ice?”
“Of course. Sorry, Miss Tasha.” Gabby grabbed me by the jaw as she had before. “Hold the ice on the lady’s backside, dipshit.”
“I love you, Miss Gabby,” I said as I moved to pick Natasha up from the floor and gently placed her on her side so that she could roll to her belly on the mattress. “And I love you, too, Natasha.”
I sat next to my lovely lady and gently held the ice to her backside, moving it from time-to-time to keep it from getting painful. “M-m-m-m-m!” she moaned softly, letting me know she appreciated the effort. We were quiet for a time. “You never fucked my pussy,” she said softly.
“Sorry,” I said.
“It’s okay. Just means I’m still technically a virgin.” I have to admit that just for a second I fell for it. Then, Natasha started to chuckle. “Gabby obviously got the brains in your family.”
Gabby flopped down next to Natasha and snuggled up alongside her so that Natasha could throw an arm over her little pet. “Tasha, someday he’s going to put babies in our bellies,” she whispered, barely containing her urge to giggle.
“Shhhhh, little one. That’s a long time away.” They were quiet for a moment. “Sounds nice, though, sweetie.”
I had no problem letting Lindsay walk out the door seven months ago, because I couldn’t imagine being the guy who put a baby in a girl’s belly. Now, while they were face-down and couldn’t see me, I grinned happily at the idea. It really did sound nice. Natasha was right about that, as she would prove to be about most things in our long life together. The three of us would someday build that family. But for the moment, we were more than content to bask in the love and passion of the little family the three of us had made together on this most wonderful night of our lives.
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