Serendipity - Version Alpha
by Lubrican
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Chapter Five
For
all the rationalizing I
had been doing, it became clear to me very quickly (when I was invited
to bring
the camera) that I am a pervert, plain and simple.
How
do I know?
It's
simple. Not once did I exert any effort
towards
trying to talk myself out of going in there.
I could have left the house and driven around for a month,
cooling down. But I didn't do that.
What
I did do was get the
camera and report for duty as a photographer in roughly three minutes.
Nor did I wait in the bedroom.
Once I heard the water running, I opened the
door and walked into my master bathroom.
The shower stall had a clear glass door, clear being a relative
term, of
course. It was spotted with water, and
little runnels of water were running down it.
But there were definitely three naked girls in there, and it was
clear
that the rule of the day was "You wash my back and I'll wash yours."
When
it also became clear
that they weren't going to stop with backs, I started taking pictures.
I
forgot to kill the flash
first.
"Uncle
Bob!"
squealed
three girls as I
took the first picture. For some reason,
the fact that they all three called me that shot straight to my balls.
Emma and Ashley had always been very proper
with me, addressing me only as "Mr. Simmons."
"Just
making sure it
works," I said, taking another picture.
"No
you're not, you
dirty old man," came the voice of my niece.
"Guilty
as
charged," I said, setting the flash off again. I
was pretty sure the pictures would be more
or less worthless. I'd be able to tell
it was naked flesh, but nothing would be really clear.
Suddenly
a female body
plastered itself to the door, compressing her breasts and pressing her
belly
against the glass. Luckily the camera
was ready and I took the picture. Only
afterwards did I think about who it might have been.
"You
slut,"
accused Caitlin, establishing that it hadn't been her.
I was pretty sure that was a little bold for
Emma.
"You
let him fuck
you," came Ashley's giggle.
"All I did was flash him."
"You're
still a
slut."
"I
learned it from
you."
It
went on like that. I looked around.
I saw the backpacks Emma and Ashley had been
wearing when they got back from the run.
They were the kind that kids like to wear these days, that are
more of a
cloth sack and the cords that hold it closed go around the shoulders.
You couldn't put anything heavy in something
like that, and I assumed it held their clothes.
When I picked one up, I confirmed that.
I
left the room with both
bags and stashed them under my bed.
Then I went back in the bathroom and gathered up all the towels,
which I
put on the foot of my bed.
Then
I sat down beside the
towels with the camera and waited.
There
was minor outrage
when they came out of the shower and couldn't find any towels.
A face opened the door and peered out at me,
where I sat, smugly, with the camera in my lap.
"I
suppose you think
you're pretty clever," said Caitlin.
"I
think I'm very
clever," I admitted.
She,
of course, had no
compunction about appearing naked before my eyes, so she just walked
into the
bedroom and casually picked up a towel.
"No
fair wrapping it
around you," I told her.
"Pervert,"
she
snorted.
"Caitlin?"
came a
plaintive cry from the bathroom.
"Where are our clothes?"
"They
don't need
them," I whispered.
"You
don't need
them," she called out. She leaned
down to put her face in front of mine.
"No funny business. You're
mine, and I'm not in the mood to share."
"You'll
notice that
I'm fully dressed," I pointed out.
I held up the camera. "I'm
just here to get the blackmail evidence I need to control the situation
you let
get out of control."
"Don't
nag," she
said. "You sound like my mother."
Ashley
appeared first,
which didn't surprise me. It was
interesting, because I'd seen her in a bikini countless times, and
admired her
each of them. But actually naked, she
looked different somehow. I don't mean
because I could see her breasts or genitals.
Rather, I thought she looked a little thicker in the waist than
usual. It was crazy. A
bikini can't make a girl look skinny-waisted,
but that's how I'd always thought of her.
Now she looked a little more human or something.
It was a little weird. Maybe it was
because her hair was wet, and
plastered to her skin.
Not
that I was
complaining. Her breasts were just as
big as Caitlin's, but her nipples were so dark they looked almost black.
I couldn't separate the nipples from the
areolas behind them. She had the
quintessential teenage pussy, the one I described earlier, that had
tight,
rolled in lips that seemed to be trying to close off and protect her
vagina
from being plundered. Her mons was
covered with stubble, the same color as her dark brown hair.
I found out not long after that, that she'd
been meaning to touch things up, but hadn't gotten around to it yet.
I found out at the same time she's the one
who got Caitlin to shave.
Emma
tried to hide behind
Ashley, but Ashley was having none of it.
If she was going to be on display, then her friend was too.
"You
may as well let
him see you," said Ashley, over her shoulder. "He's
going to sooner or later
anyway."
I
felt Caitlin sit down
beside me, but didn't look at her.
"I'm
so embarrassed,"
moaned Emma.
"Why?"
asked
Caitlin. "We're all naked."
"He's
not,"
pointed out Emma.
Ashley
stepped aside so
quickly Emma couldn't keep up. I gazed
at her nakedness. She had breasts
that
would barely fill an A cup, with tiny areolas upon which perched pencil
eraser
sized nipples. She didn't shave, but her
bikini area was a carefully tended narrow strip of carrot colored,
curly hair,
redder than her chestnut colored pixie cut head hair, which I would
have called
auburn.
"You'd
feel better if
he was naked?" asked Ashley, clearly surprised.
"No!"
said Emma,
quickly. "That's not what I
meant." She frowned. I
could tell her instinct was to try to cover
her breasts, but she visibly fought the urge down.
"Actually, I don't know what I
meant," she said, licking her lips.
"Are
you embarrassed
because he knows what you like Ashley to do to you?"
"I
like you to do it
too," said Emma. She looked at
me. "But I'm not a lesbian."
"Doesn't
matter if you
are," I said.
"But
I'm not!"
she insisted. "I only do that with
these two."
"Whatever
you
want," I said.
"I
want you to like
me," she moaned.
"Don't
be silly,"
I said. "Of course I like you.
And not because you're my niece's best
friend. Naturally, that helps.
If she loves you then I love you too, but I
like you just fine anyway. Emma, I don't
care about your sexual experiences, either with these two or with your
cousin. Who you have sex with does not
define you."
She
relaxed just a little,
and her lips looked inclined to smile.
"Thanks,"
she
said.
"You're
welcome,"
I said.
"You
don't really need
any pictures to make me keep your secret," she went on.
"I would never do anything to hurt you
or Kat."
"What
if I want a few
pictures just to warm a cold, lonely night when Kat isn't here?" I
asked.
Now
she actually looked
interested.
"Really?"
"You're
beautiful," I said, softly.
"And sexy. If it weren't for
Kat, and the fact that you're so young, you'd find out just how much of
a
pervert I really am."
"Wow,"
she
sighed.
"What
about me?"
asked Ashley, sounding annoyed.
"You,
I'd just wear
out," I said. "You were made
for sex, and I'd lock you in my bedroom."
"Uncle
Bob!"
scolded Caitlin. "You're not making
this any easier. I have told them you're
off limits. Don't encourage them."
"I
just want them to
understand there's nothing wrong with them, and nothing wrong with me,"
I
said. "Now ... I confess I have
never seen two women making love. I
don't think it's odd that I'm interested in doing that.
Just for educational purposes, of course."
"And
something to
remember on those long, cold, lonely nights this winter," said Caitlin,
grumpily.
"Oh,
I plan to have
plenty of pictures of you too, my sweet," I said.
"That's
better,"
she said, leaning against me.
I
stood up and pulled her up
with me. I used my best Sunday Night
Football voice.
"Are
you ready for
some pussy?" I quipped.
It
really was interesting,
as things turned out, and not quite what my preconceptions expected.
They
didn't just crawl on
the bed and do it. By that, I mean I
expected Emma to lie on her back and spread her legs, and for Ashley to
crawl
on and feast. But it wasn't like that at
all.
All
three girls lay down,
with Emma in the middle, lying on her back.
Each of the flanking girls laid a gentle hand on Emma's stomach,
where
they held hands.
"Are
you sure you want
to do this?" asked Caitlin.
"You
don't have
to," said Ashley.
"I
know," said
Emma. "It's okay. I'm
just nervous, that's all."
"You
know we love
you," said Caitlin. "And if he
ever does anything with the pictures I promise you I'll cut his balls
off,
okay?"
"I beg your pardon?" I interjected. Interestingly, it was Emma who raised her head and spoke.
"She
wouldn't
really. She's crazy in love with
you."
Caitlin
turned her head
toward me.
"You
just stand there
and take your pictures. Your verbal
assistance is not necessary."
"This
was your idea,"
I reminded her.
Ashley
spoke to me next.
"She's
just nervous
too. Humor her. She'll
get over it in a little bit."
"She's
nervous?"
"Shhhh!"
"Got
it. Never mind me. Pay
no attention to the man behind the
curtain."
I
backed up while Caitlin
glared at me.
Pretty soon, though, I began to suspect that they'd forgotten all about me. What happened was that Caitlin and Ashley made love to Emma. That's the only way I could describe what I saw. They kissed her and stroked her with hands that were feather soft. And she kissed them back. There were whispers, only some of which I could understand. One was when Ashley said, "I want to taste you. Can I? Pleeease?" Emma's soft "Uh huh" was filled
with passion.
When Ashley finally moved to assume the position I'd expected her to, Caitlin covered the upper half. She licked and sucked Emma's nipples while Ashley licked and sucked Emma's pussy. I was only sure that Ashley was thinking about me when she pulled her lips away from her feast, spread Emma's pussy lips to expose her clit, and then looked over her shoulder at me with a smoky look in her eyes.
I
realized I had yet to
take a single picture.
I
took a chance and moved
up right next to the bed, kneeling down.
That put Ashley's face and Emma's pussy about a foot and a half
away
from the camera.
Ashley
might have wanted to
taste Emma, but she definitely remembered that I was there, because she
posed
for me. She stuck her tongue out and
touched the tip to Emma's bud. Then she
held it that way until I took a picture.
She posed with the flat of her tongue pressed against Emma's
closed
pussy lips, and another of that tongue spreading those lips.
Then
I think she forgot
about me and just made Emma happy. I was
startled to suddenly find Caitlin's face hovering near my head.
I looked up and she moved forward for a kiss.
"Thank
you," she
mouthed.
I
wasn't sure what that
meant, but I mouthed "You're welcome" back at her.
Then
she went back to
pleasing Emma too.
Emma
had a yipping,
laughing kind of orgasm. That's the only
way I can describe it. It left her
exhausted, though, and when the two girls moved away from her she lay,
spread
eagled, happily satisfied.
I
took some pictures from
the side of the bed, and one from the foot.
"I'm
on fire,"
moaned Ashley. "Pleease, Kat?"
"No!"
said my
lover, firmly.
"Can
I at least teach
you how to blow him?"
Caitlin
looked at me.
"Do
you promise not
to fuck her?"
I
wanted to tell her the
truth. I really did. I
wanted to tell her that men don't really
have that kind of control sometimes. But
she didn't want the truth. At least not that
truth.
"I
promise," I
said, solemnly. "It might help if I
could get her off some other way, though."
I waggled my middle finger at her.
"I
don't mind
that," she said, surprising me thoroughly.
Ashley
wasted no time. She knelt in front of me
and wrestled with my
belt. When she spread my waistband
apart, my zipper flew down. Rather than
pulling my pants down, she reached in to find my cock, which was ready,
by the
way, to be sucked, and pulled it out.
"Ooooo,"
she
said. "He's not circumcised.
I've never done one like that. "She
gripped the loose skin at the tip and pulled
it away from my penis. She pulled a
little too hard and I winced, but didn't say anything.
"All this is gone on Kevin's," she
said, matter of factly.
"You
can push it
back," said Caitlin, leaning in.
"Like this. "She
gripped the shaft and pushed her hand toward my pubes.
The knob was uncovered and Ashley actually
clapped her hands.
"That
looks more like
what I'm used to," she said. "Let me."
She
played with my rod for
half a minute, moving her hand back and forth, experimenting.
Emma's head appeared from where she had
repositioned herself and lay on her stomach on the bed.
Ashley, though, wanted things to be
different.
"Let's
put him on the
bed," she said. "It's easier
on the knees and we can take turns."
"Take
turns?" That was Emma.
"Of
course. Both of you need to learn this,"
she
said.
"Why?
I don't have a boyfriend," said Emma.
"Then
the whole town
is full of idiot boys," I commented.
She
smiled at me. "My dad says I can't date
until I'm
married."
"He'll
come
around," I said.
"My
mom is finally
starting to argue with him," said Emma.
Ashley
didn't want to
talk. Ashley wanted to suck my
cock. So she pulled me to the side of
the bed and pushed me until I lay on it, with my cock and balls
exposed, but
otherwise still dressed. Ashley looked
at Caitlin.
"He
should be
naked," she said. "It's better
that way."
"You
are so full of
it," said Caitlin, but not unhappily.
"I'm
serious. When you're doing this you want
to be able to
play with the hair on his stomach and cup his balls and stuff like
that."
Caitlin
looked from Ashley
to me, and then back.
"You
better not be
lying to me," she said . You
better not be trying to finagle a way to get him in you."
"I'm
not!"
insisted Ashley.
Ever
been disrobed by three
hot teenaged girls?
I
recommend it.
Once
I was naked, I had a very
attentive audience. Caitlin hadn't
had time to get used to seeing me that way, and the other two had
probably
believed they never would, so they both spent most of a minute just
filling up
their minds. I suppose they had long,
cold, lonely nights too. Not that I was
letting them have any pictures of me
.
But
then Ashley went to
work. She did her friends proud, I'll
tell you that. While she obviously
enjoyed the physicality of demonstrating things to them, she also made
sure
they understood what she was trying to do.
As well, she asked me to weigh in, in terms of either agreeing with
her, or
explaining how I was different than her brother, who was the only man
she
routinely did this to. If you can call
two or three times a year "routine."
And,
because she spent as
much time talking as she did sucking, licking, squeezing and all that,
I was
able to last quite comfortably while she used me in my role as
re-suck-it Andy.
That
was a joke. Resusci Andy? You know, the dummy they use to teach CPR?
Sorry.
I was getting kind of excited, remembering
all this, and needed a break to calm down.
That's
because once the
instructional portion of the class was done, it was time for practical
exercises.
And
that meant that three
teenaged girls took turns sucking my cock, more or less without
stopping, until
I was a basket case. The only reason I
didn't pop was because Ashley stopped them.
"See? See how out of control he is? That's where you want the guy to be, assuming you're doing this to keep him from having sex with you.
He's just like Kevin. When it's the wrong time of the month, and I don't want to take a chance on getting knocked up, I do this to Kevin
and he's helpless. He wants to fuck me, but when I do this, he can't."
"Please continue," I begged. Unfortunately, she thought I meant with the lecture. Emma thought it was Q & A time.
"What
do you do when
it squirts?" she asked.
"Swallow
it,"
said Ashley. "Kevin loves it when I
swallow it. It makes him cum so hard he
can't get it up again for at least an hour."
"I
don't know,"
said Emma, sounding nervous. "What
does it taste like?"
"I
could show
you," I panted. I pointed at my
abandoned penis.
"I
tried tasting
it," said Caitlin. "Remember,
I told you he spurted on my stomach? But I didn't taste much."
"When
it goes off
inside your mouth it's strong," said Ashley. "It's
kind of a mixture of stuff. You know that
sour candy? There's a little bit of that
in there. I taste salt and sweet too.
But I swallow it pretty fast, and after that
there's not a lot of taste left, you know?"
"Can
we taste
him?" asked Emma, pointing at my penis, but talking to Caitlin.
"Yes!"
I urged.
"I
guess if you want
to," said my niece. She might
restrict my penis for only her vagina, but loaning it out to the mouths
of her
friends was a different matter. Maybe
Mr. Clinton wasn't as full of shit as everybody thought.
"I
will," said
Ashley. "I'm curious as to whether
it will taste the same as Kevin's or not."
"But
if you do it, how
can I do it?" asked Emma.
"When
it's in my
mouth, before I swallow it, I'll kiss you and you can have some,"
suggested Ashley.
"That
sounds okay,"
said Emma.
I
groaned.
"What's
wrong with
him?" asked Emma.
"He
wants to
cum," said Ashley, with the confidence of an expert.
She looked at Caitlin. "Should I
save some for you too?"
Caitlin
shook her
head. "I'll get some later,"
she responded.
I
groaned again.
I
won't belabor the
point. Basically, what I described above
is what happened. Ashley went back down
on me. The only difference was that,
before she did it, she told them she was going to show them what deep
throating
was like, and then warned them not to try it too aggressively, because
it could
make you gag and give you a sore throat.
I thought she sounded like one of those pharmaceutical
commercials,
where they tell you the side effects, but rush over that part.
Anyway,
she showed them
what deep throating was, and I groaned some more. She
really was an excellent cock sucker, and
in no time she had me on the brink.
"I'm
gonna cum!"
I gasped, not worried that it was a fairly unoriginal way to express my
condition.
She
pulled her lips up to
the crown and jacked my load into her mouth.
I swear she had two fingers on the underside of my prick, just
like she
was taking my pulse, except I think she was waiting until she didn't
feel any
more pulses of ejaculation.
Then
she smoothly pulled
her lips off my cock and got up to where Emma was waiting for her.
Those
girls slobbered over
my cum like it was raspberry jam or something.
Some of it escaped their mouths, while Emma was trying to taste
it and
then decide whether or not she liked it.
Apparently she did, because they seemed to almost fight over
what was
left. I'd never seen two girls French
kiss before. I have to admit it was
hot. It was also hot that their hands
went to each other's pussies. Those hands
didn't play. They were quite serious
about giving each other some relief.
Meanwhile,
Caitlin observed
that something white was still drooling from the mouth of the eyeless
dragon,
and she leaned down to clean things off by sucking my poor, over
stimulated
cock like an industrial shop vac. She
pulled off, tasted, smacked her lips and then decided the best way to
reclaim
me was to lie down on top of me, with my flaccid cock firmly in the
nest of her
pussy, while she kissed me like her friends were kissing each other.
The
taste was faint, but
unmistakable, even though I'd never tasted my own semen before.
I
guess the girls' need for
adventure had been sated, because once Emma and Ashley finished kissing
each other,
they asked me where their clothes were, got dressed, and left.
The only difference about the way they left
was that both of them kissed me on the lips when they said goodbye.
They also kissed Caitlin, who was still lying
on top of me.
"Wow,"
she said,
kissing my nose. "Never in a
million years did I think that would ever happen."
"I'm
surprised
too," I said. "You okay?"
"I'm
fantastic,"
she said. "Horny out of my mind,
but fantastic. I can't wait until
tonight."
"I
can help you out
right now," I suggested.
"How?"
I
waggled my middle finger
at her again.
"Okay,"
she said,
rolling off of me.
I
tried to find out if she
had a g-spot. I stroked the top of her
vagina from stem to stern and didn't feel anything that felt rougher or
thicker. In the process my finger found
her cervix and her hips jumped. I rimmed
the opening and her belly undulated.
I've been told there are no nerves in the cervix, but I have a
doctor
friend who said it isn't that simple. He
said that almost all of the nerves associated with sex, in both men and
women,
go through the spinal cord to the brain.
In women, there's one called the Vagus nerve that is routed from the cervix, uterus and vagina through her pelvis, bypassing
the
spinal cord. While that nerve system is involved in many other
processes in the
body, it is the only nerve which interacts with the cervix and, in
women who
have suffered spinal cord injury, may allow her to have orgasms despite
such
injuries.
I
remembered this to use at
a cocktail party some day. Now you can
too. Assuming either of us ever goes to
one of those kinds of cocktail parties.
Anyway,
Caitlin must have
had a well-developed vagus nerve, because she really liked having her
cervix
touched. Plus I was able to squash her
clit (which has over 800 pudendal nerve endings, by the way) with the
web of my
hand. When I vibrated the web back and
forth, making my finger sort of tickle her cervix (that kind of motion,
anyway), and then added sucking one of her nipples, she flopped like a
rag doll
in an earthquake. The funny part was
that the sounds she made were completely new ones, that I'd never heard
before. It was like she was trying to
keep them in, and they leaked out in airy little whining grunts.
But
she was happy, and I
was happy that she was happy.
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