Chapter 7
THE MINI-NYMPHS
I rose from the chair and walked over to the bed. They made room for me and I stretched out, my stiff penis rising in the air, curving only slightly. I closed my eyes as Candy had instructed me to, and then I spoke.
"I'm not going to make a choice, because you've got me so damn hot and bothered now, I only wish I had two pricks to fuck you both at the same time! There are some coins on the dresser," I told them, "take one and flip for the first screw. I'm going to stay on the bottom though, so we can regulate the insertion. Besides, I'm probably too heavy for either one of you. Now go ahead and flip the coin."
I heard them as they chose heads or tails and then the coin was flipped. Stella won the toss.
She turned to me with that lustful look on her young face and I knew this would be one night I would never forget as long as I lived. She climbed onto the bed and straddled me below the knees. She playfully bounced my stiff rod around, watching it spring back. Then she rose on her knees and waddled over my body until her young steaming cunt was positioned directly above my penis she held in her hand.
She lowered herself to the throbbing lance and rubbed it back and forth along the lips of her pussy, lubricating it. Still holding onto the cock, she leaned her head forward and pressed her lips to mine. Our mouths opened and the instant our tongues pushed into each other's mouths, she lunged forward with her hips, impaling herself deeply on the spear beneath her lithe body. She bit my tongue as the pain of the insertion hit her, but the simultaneous pain of her tight cunt around my bulbous prick caused me enough discomfort in that area, so that I didn't notice the bite until I tasted the blood.
She pulled her face away from me and rested her body on her hands which were clutching the bedclothes beneath us. Her head hung down and her cascading hair fell over my face. Slowly she lifted her head and looked into my eyes. The lust was still there and it could be discerned through the misty tears that had flooded her orbs at the moment of impaling.
A leer appeared where a child's smile should have been, and she cupped her small breasts in her hands and bent down, pushing one of them into my mouth. When my tongue began to caress the nipple and my two hands stroked her buttocks, she began to move her hips ever so slightly.
Gradually the pain of the first impact gave way to joyous delight as my male organ tickled her clitoris in the movement. She raised her hips higher and brought them down again, deepening the thrust. Soon she was performing the classic motion and we were deeply involved in a good old-fashioned screwing session.
When she climaxed the first time, she repeated the sitting up straight maneuver and then rested for a second. Suddenly I saw Candy's head above me. She pushed her lips to mine for a moment and then pulled away. Her mouth went to Stella's and her arms fastened themselves around her friend who was impaled on my cock. It only took a few seconds for Candy to swing her hips around until her knees were settled next to my ears and her crotch was lowering itself down to cover my lips.
I think at that moment I could have died and have been happy in hell because I was experiencing pure heaven on earth ... more heaven than any one man deserved in ten lifetimes! To have my stiff cock rammed deeply inside one luscious child-woman while my tongue was tasting the delights of an equally luscious 13-year-old brought me to the heights of passion and joy.
I couldn't hold the floodgates closed any longer. My body stiffened and my tongue went wild inside the love-lips of Candy as I shot my load in tremendous spurts into the body of Stella. Beautiful, passionate, lustful Stella ... and her equally beautiful, passionate and lustful partner, Candy!
At that precise moment I cared not if the world ended or I spent the rest of my miserable life in prison-or if I never moved again. This was worth any price I would have to pay, I felt.
There was only a semblance of rigidity left to my prick, but Stella kept on with her motions until she was able to explode for a third or fourth time. I had lost count.
Candy meanwhile, had shifted her pelvis away from my mouth, but kept it positioned just above my head. I took one of my hands away from Stella and put a finger in the vagina that was above my line of vision. Candy squirmed on my finger and I heard her utter a moaning sound as I dipped deeply within her. I then withdrew my finger and put it to Stella's lips and she took it in her mouth and licked it dry.
I then put my thumb in Candy's slit and eased my forefinger of the same hand into her anus. I moved the two digits together until my hand was drenched with her love-juice. Both girls then collapsed on the bed next to me and the three of us passed out.
I have no idea when it happened or how long it had been going on, but when I came to, I found both girls had reversed themselves and now Candy was impaled on my once-again stiff, throbbing penis, while Stella was nuzzling her pussy, still drenched with the results of my climax, over my face.
If someone had told me two hours earlier that I would have delighted in eating my own emission as it dripped from the crotch of a 13-year-old Lolita, I would have told him he was nuts. Perhaps I was the mental case, because I not only ate it, but I probed deeper for more, whether it was mine or the girl's.
The magnificent feeling in my loins as Candy bounced up and down on my lance was getting to be almost more than I could bear. Her-vagina seemed larger than Stella's, but it simply could have been more pliable. I didn't know and I didn't much care.
When the sound of a third voice in the room came to me, I was too engrossed in what was happening to me to pay much attention. It was only when both girls gushed their juices into my mouth and drenched my genitals, that I finally felt the climax pouring forth from my tired and slightly sore prick.
"Now that's what I really call 'babysitting!" Claire Jackman said as she stood leaning against the door gazing down at our naked trio on the bed. "For God's sake, Bruce, couldn't you wait till I got here before you started robbing the cradle?"
"Claire!" I almost shouted. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to have seen some pretty torrid action for an old man like you," she answered firmly. "But how could you seduce two innocent young girls like these? My God, they're only children!"
Both of my bed partners were apparently unaware of the seriousness of the moment, because they were relaxed, heads on the pillow, and smiling. Candy spoke up before I had a chance to.
"Don't get up tight, Miss Jackman," she told her. "It really wasn't his fault. He didn't seduce us ... we seduced HIM!" They both bent over with laughter.
"Why, you little bitches!" Claire was getting angry now. "I ought to take you across my knee, both of you. You're just little teen-age whores!" she spat.
"Don't give us that 'whore' crap, Miss Hot Pants," Stella shot back at her. "Some of the best frigging we ever did was while we were watching you take on Eddie Fry and Johnny Logan in the back of the gym!"
I saw Claire grow pale when the girls gloated over their peeking.
"Sure," Candy put in, "we used to want to go in and join the party, but we were afraid you'd resent the competition. Boy, I'll say this for you though, Miss Jackman, you sure suck a mean cock!" Once again both girls doubled up with laughter.
"Bruce...." Claire looked beseechingly at me, "I can explain about the two boys."
"Why explain?" I shrugged. "Your friends don't care and your enemies won't believe you anyway. Why should you have to explain to me after what you just walked in on?" I continued.
"Sure, Miss Jackman," Stella said laughingly, "let's just say it was all a part of our education process. You know, like the theory of the earth's gravitational pull. What goes up, must come downf Well, Mr. Norman's tool went up when we showed him our pussies during first-period English-and we just had to help prove the theory by making it go back down after some good hard screwingr"
"Yeah," Candy chimed in, "you ought to try him, Miss Jackman, he's a lot better than those two boys you were fucking and sucking in the gym."
"I already know that, girls," Claire said, smiling now and more relaxed. "But Eddie and Johnny weren't really bad ... not bad at all. You ought to try them out yourselves."
"Aw, they won't even look at us because we're not fourteen yet?" Stella said. "They are real cute though, and from what we saw of their cocks from where we were hiding, they're hung pretty good for just kids!"
"Tell you what," Claire interposed, getting into the spirit now. "Why don't we make it a sextette?"
"Where would we all get together?" I asked, interested.
"Well," she replied, "my kid sister has a date to go skiing this weekend so the house will be empty. Why don't we all meet at my house say ten o'clock Saturday morning?
That way we could have the entire day, and you girls wouldn't have to think up excuses to get out at night. I'll contact Eddie and Johnny. Okay?"
"Far out!" Candy exclaimed. "Hey!" she yelled at Stella. "Look at what time it is! We gotta split for home!"
The two girls dressed and left. Claire came over to the bed and sat down. She grabbed my limp dick and gave it a squeeze. Then she kissed me.
"You're worn out, Bruce, so I'll let you rest. But I'll expect you to be in fine fettle come Saturday."
She kissed me again, gave my organ one more squeeze, and closed the door behind her.
This weary teacher closed his eyes and spent the next eight hours dreaming of dripping muffs and darting tongues. When I went to the bathroom during the night, it's a good thing I didn't trip, or I would have pole-vaulted out the window!