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.


"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?"


"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.


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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