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Part 2
I drove home feeling well satisfied with myself. I now had Sally completely under my control, I could do anything I liked with her. I was amazed at how easy it had been. Just a couple of short sessions, and she was entirely mine! It had helped, of course, that she was attracted to me naturally. It's always easier to lead a mind in the direction it wants to go anyway, but this had been ridiculously easy. Once she was under, I was able to build on her own inclinations, magnify what she was already feeling. She had liked me; after that, it was very easy to programme her simple little mind to believe that she was falling in love with me.
She wanted to trust me, so it was easy for her to believe that she would trust me totally. And she had her secret fantasy, to be naked before a number of men. This meant that her mind would not rebel against any suggestion that she actually was in that situation.
She was lacking in self-confidence, naturally shy and looking to be under someone's protection. Therefore, she responded well to figures in authority and was, as the saying goes, 'open to suggestion'! She was the perfect, easy victim. And now she was mine.
My mind was racing with possibilities. I decided to try another experiment. I would try to actually change her personality. I would have to start off low-level, of course. Any dramatic changes, and what was left of her own self-will would rebel. I decided to work on her shyness. I would gradually suggest to her that she could relax when she was with me, and that she would become increasingly comfortable with the idea of me seeing her naked. I could do this anytime I wanted, of course, but I wanted to see if I could change her so that she was comfortable with this when fully awake. And then there were the girls!
My cock started to stiffen at the thought of those two lovely, innocent young girls. I needed to plan my strategy very carefully. Too much too soon and I could miss out on some interesting fun.
I phoned Sally that night, and she was like an excited little girl. She kept telling me what a great time she'd had, and how much she enjoyed being with me. I gave her all the right lines, and she was soon practically purring down the phone at me. I asked about the girls.
"Oh, they're fine, thanks. They're really keen to meet you."
"You told them about me then? What did you say?"
"I told them I'd met the most lovely man, of course! I said you were kind, and gentle, and funny, and handsome. They want to meet you right now! They've told me that you have to come for tea soon, so they can meet you. Steve, they're going to love you, I promise!"
I laughed down the phone. "Well with a build up like that, I can hardly lose, can I?"
She laughed back. "Why don't you come around tomorrow? We could have Sunday lunch together, and you could meet them. Please, Steve?"
"Well, fine. If you want to, I'd love to meet them."
"That's settled then. Come round whenever you like. Lunch will be at three."
"Fine, I'll see you tomorrow then. Night, Sal."
"Night love. See you tomorrow."
I put the phone down. Game on!
I arrived at the house at about
"Hi, come in." she breathed. Once I was inside she closed the door and gave me a warm, passionate kiss. Then she took me by the hand and lead me through into the living room. The girls were both watching TV, they turned their heads to look at me as we went in.
"Girls, this is Steve. And Steve, this is Helen, and Sandra."
We all said "Hi" to each other, and then there was an awkward silence. I decided to play my opening gambit.
"So how old are you then Helen?"
"Fifteen. Sixteen in March!"
"Wow, you look older than that. I'd have said you were seventeen, or even eighteen." She flushed with pride and pleasure, and grinned at me.
"How old do you think I am?" demanded Sandra, excitedly.
"Gosh, I don't know. Twenty one, twenty two?"
"No I'm thirteen. Do I really look twenty one?"
"Well, to an old man like me, possibly!"
They all laughed at this. Job done. Ice broken! Sally made me a cup of tea, and I started to chat to the girls. We talked about school, pop music, anything they wanted to talk about. I'd decided to let them drive the conversation. I kept making little jokes, making them giggle. I made appreciative noises about anything they liked, and nodded sympathetically at their complaints about homework, having to tidy their rooms and so on.
I took the opportunity to have a good look at them both. Helen was clearly growing up fast. At fifteen she was only two or three inches shorter than Sally. Her dark brown, shoulder length hair was drawn back in a neat pony tail. She had the same pale blue eyes as her mother, and the same pale skin. Her face was rounder than Sally's however.
She was wearing a black T-shirt and blue jeans. The swell of her small round breasts beneath the shirt was appealing. She was a plump sort of a girl. Puppy fat still clung to her young body. When she walked around I sneaked a look at her bottom. It was plump too. It filled her jeans nicely.
Sandra was different. Also in jeans and black T-shirt I could see that she had a lithe, slim body. I remembered Sally telling me something about her being keen on gymnastics. Her bottom was small, round and looked tight. I felt twitching from my cock! There was just the faintest hint of her budding breasts beneath the T-shirt. Her golden blonde hair was loose, and fell about her face, framing it beautifully. She had intelligent, green eyes and a rash of freckles across her face. She was a cutie!
We chatted over lunch. I kept the conversation easy, and did my level best to charm the girls into submission. Sally looked relaxed and confident. It seemed I was winning them over. After lunch I insisted on helping Helen and Sandra with the washing up – more brownie points!
It was a nice, crisp autumnal afternoon, and Sally suggested we all go for a walk. As we left the house she took my hand and we walked along like a pair of teenage sweethearts whilst the girls kept up a constant chatter about anything and everything! It seemed that they were relaxed about our relationship too. This was going perfectly to plan!
After we got back to the house I sat with Sally while the girls busied themselves getting their homework and school uniforms ready for the coming week. Then Sally chased them off to have showers. Some time later, Helen came into the living room to ask about something and my cock sprang to life. She was fresh from the shower, her face shiny and pink. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, and she had on a pale yellow bath robe. She smelt of soap and shampoo. It was all I could do to prevent myself from tearing her robe open to view the goodies beneath. I had to force myself not to look at her. I buried my head in a newspaper until she had left the room. I kept telling myself to take it slow.
A short while later I made my excuses and left. I needed some relief, and there was no way I could have Sally with the girls around. I drove to a nearby area, secluded and quiet. I parked the car, took out my throbbing cock and wanked to the image in my mind of Helen slowly removing her bathrobe for my pleasure. It didn't take long for me to reach orgasm, shooting my wad into a tissue. Then I drove home, contented. I'd been home for about an hour when Sally phoned.
"Congratulations, my love! You are a hit."
"They're ok with us then?" I asked, trying to sound surprised.
"OK?, they think you're great! Helen thinks you're 'cool' – high praise indeed, and Sandra wants to know when you're coming back. They've already told me that I have to bring you to tea again this week. They won't take 'no' for an answer. Helen wants me to ask you if you'll help her with her homework this week. See, I told you they'd love you!"
"Well that's just great, love. I thought they might not like to see you with another man. You know how kids can be, especially after their parents divorce."
"No worries there. They're fine. When are you coming over again then?"
We chatted for ages on the phone, making plans for the week, and discussing ideas for the weekend. When we finally said goodnight, I felt so triumphant that I had to pour myself a large scotch to celebrate! As I surveyed my dingy flat over the rim of the tumbler and idea surfaced. It would be so much easier for me to gain control of Helen and Sandra if I was actually under the same roof as them. It would also be nice to live in a proper house again, instead of this rented shit hole. I decided to work on this idea.
Over the next few weeks I consolidated my position with the Jones'. I went regularly for tea, charmed the girls to the best of my ability and gradually wormed my way deeper into their affections. I took all three of them for days out at weekends, joining in the childish fun. We went to fairs, theme parks, the cinema. I carefully cultivated an image of a gentle, fun loving guy. I started to sleep over there at weekends. I feigned concern when Sally first suggested I stay over. "Are you sure? Won't the girls mind?"
Sally responded to this by turning to both of them one evening. "How would you two feel if Steve stayed over tonight?"
"Great!" said Sandra. "We could watch a video together. Can we stay up and watch a video mum? Please?"
"How about you, Helen?" I said. "Are you ok with this?"
"Yeah, fine." She shrugged. She was trying to look casual about it, but the warmth of her smile told me she was fine with this too.
So we settled down on the sofa together to watch a video. Sally and I sat next to each other, and Helen sat beside her mother. Sandra, however came over to me and asked to sit on my knee! Naturally, I agreed, and she was soon sitting in my lap, my arm around her. She snuggled down on my chest and stayed there contentedly until the end of the video. Then Sally told them to get ready for bed, and they both scampered off.
Helen came down a few minutes later wearing pale blue satin pyjamas. She looked unbelievably cute, and as she bent over to give Sally a goodnight kiss the fabric was pulled taught over her plump little bottom. I could clearly see the line of her knickers under the fabric. Lovely! And then she surprised me by leaning over to give me a brief kiss too. She blushed slightly, then skipped from the room with a cheerful "Night night".
Sandra came in next, wearing a thin, white cotton night-dress. As she bent to kiss Sally I could make out the colour of her blue knickers beneath. Then she came over to me and sat astride my legs, throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me before giving me a quick peck on the lips. As she climbed down from my lap I caught the briefest glimpse of the gusset of her knickers. Then she had also left with a breezy "See you in the morning."
"See, I told you. They absolutely
adore you. In all the years we were together I never knew Helen kiss David like
that. And as for
I laughed contentedly, "I'm not complaining Sal. They're lovely girls. I adore them too."
Sally cuddled into me, sighing contentedly. We had great sex that night. The time with the girls had turned me on, and now I took this out on Sally. She was more relaxed now, she trusted me. She came a couple of times before I shot my load into her. Then she settled down as if ready for sleep. I put her under, and began to work on her subconscious. I encouraged her to relax with me. I told her again that she could trust me, and that she wouldn't feel so self-conscious around me. She would be comfortable with me seeing her body. She would think this was perfectly natural, and nothing to be anxious about. It was all about trust, I told her. If she trusted me, she would know that I wouldn't be unkind or unpleasant about her body. I told her that I loved her.
I had tried this on a couple of occasions before, but I had yet to notice any change in her attitude. She would still not knowingly let me see her naked. I'd decided that I would give it a few more attempts, then give it up as a bad idea. I brought her round, and then we drifted off to sleep. The following morning we were woken by the girls bringing us both breakfast in bed. They came in proudly displaying the two trays of food, laden with toast, tea, boiled eggs and morning papers. Sally reached for her dressing gown, and then sat up in bed, looking deliciously sleepy. I sat up also, careful not to let the covers slip too low. The girls would be introduced to my cock soon enough, no need to spook them!
They gave us our trays, and then each of them sat down on the side of the bed to watch us eat. Sandra was my 'waitress' and she watched me intently as I started on my boiled egg. When I complimented her on how delicious it was she looked delighted, her face flushed with pleasure.
"Is it really good?" Helen asked.
"Try some." I said.
She took a piece of toast from Sally's tray and leant over to dip it into the egg. That was when her pyjama top gaped open and I had a brief glimpse of her ripe young breast topped by a puffy pink nipple. I almost groaned out loud. Again I had the urge to rip her top open and have my wicked way with her lovely juvenile buds.
We finished the breakfast, and the girls cleared the trays away. After they had left Sally announced that she was going for a shower. She got out of bed, and then as she walked towards the en-suite bathroom, shrugged off her dressing gown and let it fall to the floor. She walked the last few steps to the bathroom stark naked, and I enjoyed the view of her glorious arse as she did so. As she reached the bathroom door, she turned her head, smiled at me, and winked.
It had worked!
I had slept with Sally perhaps half a dozen times, and she had always been careful to keep herself covered until the lights were out. Now she had consciously let me see her bare arse, and was clearly comfortable with this. I was thrilled. I had proven that I could actually change her nature. Given time, there was nothing I couldn't do with her.
Things got better over the next few weeks. Gradually Sally lightened up. At first it was just the occasional glimpse of her body, such as when she went into the bathroom. Then one night she came into the bedroom after I had got into bed. She paused for a moment at the side of the bed. Normally, she would have turned the lights off before taking off her dressing gown, that night however, she slipped her robe off before putting it on a nearby chair, all the time giving me a full frontal view of her lovely body. She moved unhurriedly to the bed, calmly turned back the covers and got in. It was only then that she turned out the lights and cuddled into me.
We had continued to have good sex, and she was becoming more adventurous. She wanted to try different positions. She went on top, I took her doggy style, we even did it on the living room floor one night when the girls were away. But in addition to this, I continued to have my fun with her when we were alone.
On one occasion, we were in the living room and I told her that she was alone in the house and she was feeling incredibly randy. I left it at that to see what happened, and brought her round.
She did nothing for a minute or two, then started flicking absent-mindedly through a magazine. Then she started to squirm around on the sofa, wriggling her arse into the seat. She made small noises of frustration, and then looked around her as if checking to make sure no one could see her. She dropped her hand down to her lap, and began running her thumb nail along the seam of her jeans which ran over her pussy. She slipped down the sofa, opening her legs as she did so. Her hips were just on the edge of the sofa. Her jeans had been pulled up as she wriggled down and now the outline of her pussy lips could be seen through her jeans. She began to stroke and tickle them, occasionally running her thumbnail along the seam again, sending vibrations through to her clit.
Her nipples had started to harden. I could see them through the fabric of her T-shirt. She reached up to cup one breast, teasing the nipple with fingertips. Then she rubbed her hand into her pussy, increasing speed all the time.
Her breathing increased, but it clearly wasn't enough for her. After a few minutes, she let out another frustrated groan, before getting up and moving upstairs. I followed her to her bedroom, where she began to undress. Her top came off and was dropped to the floor, followed by her bra. She kicked her shoes off and began to open her jeans. There was a sense of urgency about her actions, and her jeans were quickly discarded. Then her knickers came off, but before she threw them away, she put them to her nose and sniffed at them!
I picked up the discarded underwear while she lay down on the bed. She began to run her fingers through her pubic hair, rubbing it, taking hold of several hairs between thumb and forefinger and pulling at it. She kneaded one tit, making the nipple stand proud. Then she started to gently pinch her nipples. I was curious to see that she was still pulling gently at her pubic hair. Then she opened her legs wide, and I could see the lips of her slit. They were swollen and puffy, and the pubes around her entrance were wet with her juices.
She reached down with both hands and spread her lips wide. I had a clear view of her inner lips, pink and shiny. She pushed two fingers into her tunnel, groaning as she did so, then slowly withdrew them. She brought her hand up to her face, smelled her fingers, and then began to suck them into her mouth. She continued to do this, pushing her fingers into her slit, taking them out and sucking the juices off them. I was transfixed!
Then she stroked her middle finger over her clit. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and arched her back, groaning loudly. She began to writhe around on the bed, pushing her hips up to meet her fingers. She began to rub her pussy, starting at her clit, then rubbing between her lips until finally inserting a couple of fingers. The tops of her thighs were wet with her juices, her nipples were hard and stiff, she rolled each one alternately between thumb and forefinger.
And then she groaned and began gasping for breath, crying out "Oh, yes, yes!" She clamped her thighs together on her hand, rolled onto her side and curled into a ball, her body shaking as her climax hit.
After such a fine display, I badly needed some relief. I put her under then told her that she would like to suck my cock, and that when she did, it would be the most wonderful thing she had ever tasted. She would find the taste delicious, and the feeling of my cock in her mouth would be the most amazing thing she had ever experienced. Then I woke her up and told her to go to work.
She gave me the most enthusiastic blow job I have ever had. She sucked at it like it was a lollypop, all the time making appreciative noises the way people do when they are really enjoying a meal! She ran her tongue up and down my shaft and swirled it over my glans, bobbing her head up and down as she did so. As more and more pre-cum seeped out, she almost became possessed, inserting the tip of her tongue into the hole, trying to get more out.
I reached down and began to play with her tits, the nipples still hard from her orgasm. I pinched them and twisted them, causing her to squeal, but she wasn't about to stop sucking my cock, and so I was free to carry on. Finally I couldn't take any more, and began to shoot into her mouth. Her eyes widened with pleasure as the first streams hit her taste buds and she continued to suck ravenously. She swallowed every last drop greedily. As my cock began to shrink, she continued to suck gently, making sure she got every available drop of my milky nectar.
I made a mental note to try this out with her in future. If I could persuade her to be comfortable naked with me, why not get her to enjoy giving me a blow job?
On another occasion I made her dress as a schoolgirl. I searched through Helen's things until I found a grey, pleated games skirt and a school tie. Then I went to Sally's wardrobe and found a white blouse. Then I prepared Sally. I told her that she was fourteen again. She was to get dressed for school and then come back to the living room. She padded off upstairs and returned a few minutes later.
She had adjusted the waist of the skirt so that she could get it on, but it was still ridiculously short and only just covered her knickers. Her blouse and tie were smart and neat. She wore no make-up, and she had pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She looked a lot like Helen. My cock was stiff already, and I hadn't started yet! Then I told her that I was the biggest bully in the school. She was terrified of me, everyone was, even the teachers. I told her to imagine that she was at school. There was no one else around, no friends, no teachers. She had wandered to a part of the school she hadn't been to before, curious to see what was there. Then I brought her round. And I started!
"Hey look, it's drippy Sally!" I shouted, making her jump. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I, er, well I ….." She couldn't answer, of course, because she had no idea why she was there, I hadn't told her!
"I said 'what are you doing here' you stupid bitch."
She looked terrified! Wide, frightened eyes looked back at me. Her jaw was tightly shut. She couldn't move.
"I don't like your type coming round here. You're not allowed. Got that?" She nodded quickly and turned to walk away.
"Wait a minute. You can't just leave. You have to pay a fine first."
"I can't, I don't have any money." She looked desperate. "I can bring you some tomorrow."
"No good. I want payment now."
"Please. I don't have anything I can give you."
"Yes you do. You can give me a kiss."
She looked deliciously shocked! Her eyes darted about nervously.
"I can't. I can't do that. I'm sorry, I will bring you some money tomorrow, I promise."
"Not fucking good enough. Come here now, and give me a kiss."
She flinched at my use of the swear word. What a nice little girl she was! She didn't want to come anywhere near me, of course. But she was too scared not to! She slowly walked the five or six feet between us, and then stood in front of me. She leaned towards me and planted a small wet kiss on my lips. Then started to turn away.
"That wasn't good enough. I want a longer one!"
Her bottom lip trembled as she leaned into me again. As she did so, I put my arms round her waist and pulled her into me. She squealed in protest at this, put her hands on my chest and started to push away.
"Shut the fuck up, and be nice, or I'll make a mess of your pretty face." I barked. "Now lets have that kiss." I forced my mouth onto hers. She was trying to pull away, but couldn't. I broke off from assaulting her mouth.
"Are you going to be nice, or am I going to have to hurt you?" I raised my fist threateningly.
"No! Please don't hurt me. I'll be nice. Honest, I will. Please."
"Right then, lets see." And I forced my mouth onto hers again. She wasn't trying to pull way this time, but she clearly didn't like it! I went further, I forced my tongue into her mouth. Her face screwed up in disgust. I still had my hands round her waist. Now I started to roam.
Her eyes widened in panic as she felt my hands move up her back. I felt her bra strap, and pulled it tight before letting it snap back against her skin. She squealed again, but this time my tongue was in her mouth! She broke off, forcing her face away from mine.
"Please let me go now." She begged.
I didn't answer. I grabbed hold of both of her arms and pushed her backwards, forcing her into a corner of the room. I forced a kiss on her again, and reached up to grab her tits. She gasped in shock and horror at this and tried to pull my hands away. I grabbed hold of her by the neck, pushing her head back until it was hard against the wall.
"You fucking listen to me, bitch. You do as you're told, or I'll beat you fucking senseless, right? Get used to it, you're mine now. Anyone or anything that comes here belongs to me. That includes you."
She was frozen with fear now. I could see it in her eyes. I started to fumble with the buttons of her blouse. She started to struggle, trying to get away from me. I slapped her across the face. She fell back against the wall, stunned. I reached for the buttons of her blouse again, tugging at the flimsy material urgently.
"No please don't." she sobbed, tears rolling down her pretty face now.
"Do you want me to rip it off?" I yelled.
She shook her head, wide eyed with panic.
"Then open it."
"I can't. Please let me go, I won't come here ever again, I promise."
I raised my hand as if to hit her again and growled "Open that fucking blouse, now!"
She was sobbing now. Her face a perfect picture of misery. With trembling fingers she began to open the blouse. After she had opened four or five buttons, I reached out and pulled it open, exposing her simple white bra. I moved in again, kissing her and forcing my tongue into her mouth. Then I put my hands inside her blouse and began to move up towards her tits. I felt her stiffen at my touch. She went up on tip-toes to try and evade my hands. It was no use.
I began to grope and maul her tits, squeezing them hard until she cried out in pain. I grabbed hold of the bra and pulled it up roughly to expose her tits, then began to pinch and knead them hard. She pulled her head to one side, sobbing hysterically. I ducked my head and put my mouth to one tit and began to suck on it. Then I dropped one hand and began to reach for the hem of her skirt.
She began to struggle with a new urgency at this, her hands were pushing at me, she was twisting and turning, trying to escape the torment. She grabbed my hair, pulling it and yelling "No. Please. Please don't."
I slapped her across the face again and she put her hands up to protect herself. Then I pushed my hand up her skirt and felt for her cunt. Her legs were clamped tightly together. I forced one knee between them and prised them apart enough to enable me to get my hand between her thighs. My fingers closed on her most private place. She howled in misery.
"Just relax, and you won't get hurt. Come on, I bet you like a bit of a feel don't you?" I laughed.
"No. Please. Please let me go. Please don't do that."
My fingers had begun to explore her delicate folds. She was still trying to squirm away from my touch. I could feel between her lips. Feel the warmth there. My other hand was still groping her tits. I let go of them, grabbed her round the throat again and put my face close to hers.
"Listen, pretty girl. I'm going to do whatever I want to you, got that? The only choice you have is whether or not you get a beating as well. Now think about that. Are you going to be nice to me, or are you going to get hurt?"
"Please don't hit me again. Please stop."
"Keep fucking still then."
All at once she went limp. The fight had gone from her. Her head dropped and her arms fell to her sides. Her fourteen year old mind set was overwhelmed. I took a small step back and took in the view. Tears and snot were running down her face. Her cheek was red where I had slapped her. Her shoulders were slumped in misery. Her blouse was still fastened at the collar, and her tie was still in place. The rest of her blouse was open, and her bra now hung limply above her tits, which were also red from my rough mauling.
I lifted her skirt to reveal her clean white knickers. I reached out and pushed her thighs apart. Her mound stood out beautifully. I stuck my hand between her thighs and began to grope her there again. She didn't move. She was now completely defeated.
My fingers found the leg of her knickers and I wormed them inside. She sobbed at this, but didn't move. I ran my fingers through her pubic curls, feeling her shudder with fear and revulsion as I did so. I pushed her knickers to one side, exposing her pussy, and began to work my fingers into her slit. As I had expected, it was bone dry. I pushed a finger into her tunnel and began to wriggle it around. Her body betrayed her, and after a few moments I felt her starting to get wet.
In one swift movement, I took hold of her knickers and yanked them down to her knees. She raised her head briefly at this, and then dropped it again with another sob. I watched as her knickers fell to her ankles, and then I pushed her legs wider apart. I inspected her cunt.
"Very nice. I like a nice hairy one. You got a boyfriend?"
She shook her head.
"Nice tits as well. You should get them out for all the lads."
I opened the zip of my trousers and pulled my cock out. She screwed her face up and looked away. I took hold of her hand and guided it to my stiff cock, forcing her to hold it, feel it, wank it. My other hand was buried between her thighs, I had now pushed two fingers into her, and her body was automatically producing slick juices. I pulled my fingers from her cunt and smelled them.
"Look at that. You're fucking soaking. I reckon you like this. Are you enjoying yourself?"
She shook her head again. "Please let me go now. I won't tell anyone, I promise. Please let me go."
I just laughed at her, and pushed my fingers into her again. I was still holding her hand on my cock. I unfastened my trousers and let them drop. Then I moved between her open thighs and pushed the head of my cock against her pussy lips.
Her eyes opened wide with panic and she began to sob and cry loudly. "Please. Please don't do this to me. Please, I'm a virgin. Please don't."
My response was to push my cock between her lips. I moved it up and down her slit, and then let it rest at the entrance to her cunt. I grabbed the cheeks of her arse, squeezing and pulling them apart. I pulled her hips forwards, feeling the head of my cock start to slip into her slit. Then I rammed it into her, pushing up until I felt my groin against hers. She hung limply, like a rag doll. I began to fuck her roughly, pushing and pulling her arse forwards and backwards, making her fuck me. The impact of my strokes made her tits bounce appealingly. I didn't take long. I was so fired up by the whole scenario that I quickly shot my load into her. As I did so, I saw her biting her lower lip in misery.
When I had finished coming, I pulled my cock out of her. Then I made her look at it. I picked up her knickers from the floor, wiped my cock on them and then made her put them back on! Her look of disgust as she did so was pure poetry!
"You can put your tits away now, I've finished with them!" She started to re-arrange her clothing, pulling her bra back into place and fastening her blouse. Her movements were slow and methodical.
"And now I think you should say 'thank you for a nice time'."
She looked at me incredulously, but my menacing look was enough to dispel this final rebellion.
"Thank you for a nice time." She mumbled.
"That's ok. Come back anytime you want another shagging. You can go now."
I savoured the look of misery and shame on her face for another moment, before I put her under, erased all memories of the afternoon's event and gave her some false memories to account for the passage of time and fill in the blanks in her memory. Then I sent her off to clean up.
It was just so enjoyable violating Sally! So far I'd had her imagining being stark naked in front of a room full of men, then fucked by a near neighbour she hated. Then she had been forced to endure being stripped, fondled, spanked and fucked by a work supervisor she disliked, and finally she'd been regressed to the age of fourteen and brutally raped by the school bully! If she'd remembered any of this, she'd have been in therapy for the rest of her life! As it was, she was settling contentedly into a new relationship with a kind, gentle man who she and her children adored! Lucky girl hey?!
One Saturday evening, after the girls had gone to bed and we were enjoying a drink together, I moved to the next phase of my plan.
"Next weekend, how do you fancy helping me find a new flat?" I asked.
"A new flat? Why are you moving?"
"I have to. The lease is up on this one, and the landlord won't renew. I've got two months to find a new place, otherwise I'm out on the street!" She swallowed the lie completely. She was programmed to, of course. "So; how do you fancy looking at a few places with me? The girls are with their father at the weekend, aren't they?"
"Yes, that's right. How long have you known about this? I mean, you haven't said anything before."
"Only found out a couple of days ago."
She was silent. I could almost hear her brain working. She wanted to suggest that I move in with her, of course, but was hesitating.
"Well, are you going to help me find a place or not?"
She smiled absent mindedly at me, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.
"Yes, of course I will."
"Fine, that's settled then."
We settled down for the evening, and I smiled to myself. I was a step closer to her lovely girls. The following Monday, Sally pulled me aside at coffee break.
"Can you come round for tea tonight?"
"Yes, sure. Why, is everything ok?"
"Yes, everything's fine. There is something me and the girls want to talk to you about."
"OK. I'll come round after work." I smiled at her. She smiled back, looking a little nervous. I went round to her house after work, and as I went into the living room Helen and Sandra were there waiting. They both smiled at me as I entered. I smiled back. Sally motioned for me to sit next to her, and as I did so, she took my hand.
"We've been thinking." She announced. "You need to find a new place to live, and you want to go round looking at places this weekend. But there's no need for you to do that."
I played stupid, deliberately missing the point. "Yes there is. I need to find a new place soon, before my land lord throws me out."
Sandra interrupted. "Mum means you could move in here, silly."
"You're joking?"
Sally looked disappointed. "You don't want to, do you? I wondered if it was too much to ask, but we all agreed that we'd love to have you here."
"Don't you want to live with us?" Helen asked, wide-eyed and innocent looking.
"No, it's not that. I'm just a bit surprised really. I never thought to move in here." I lied.
"Are you sure you're all up for this?"
"Yes!" they all chorused.
"Well then, yes. Thank you. I'd love to live here!"
Sandra jumped up and down in joy and excitement, clapping her hands together. Helen was looking between Sally and I, and laughing. Sally looked like the cat that's had the cream! She looked completely satisfied with herself.
"That's settled then."
"Oh, when are you moving in?" Sandra demanded. "Can you do it tonight, please, can you."
"Yes, tonight. Move in tonight!" Helen chimed in.
"Well, I suppose I could get my things and bring them over, if you want to do it that quick." I agreed. They looked delighted.
I went back to my flat for the last time, packed all my clothes, put the few other belongings I had into boxes, and loaded them all into the car. I drove back to Sally's feeling thoroughly pleased with myself. I still had to identify an opportunity to get at the girls, but being under the same roof as them now made that task so much easier.
It was only a matter of time!
It only took a couple of days before I had my chance. The sight of the two of them wandering around the house in their school uniforms was maddening. Occasionally, I would catch the odd glimpse of their knickers, and whenever I was in the bathroom I would take the opportunity to sniff their used underwear, but this only heightened my desire to corrupt them. I had moved in on a Sunday. We played happy families for a few days, and then on the Wednesday evening Helen threw a tantrum.
"Oh I can't do this. I don't understand what I'm supposed to do. It's just stupid, and I'm sick of it."
Both Sally and I asked her what was wrong.
"It's this lousy homework." She wailed. "I have to write an essay on stupid, rotten Shakespeare, and I don't even understand what they're saying. I hate this stuff. I can't do it."
We both made sympathetic noises, and I tried to help her with the text of the play she was studying. Eventually, she calmed down and managed to do enough work to stave off the anxiety of what her teacher would say next day. After she has gone back to her room to finish off the work Sally said "It's awful seeing her like that. She just gets so stressed with it all. She's always been the same, if she would only relax a little she'd find that she can do the work. I wish there were some way of helping her to get rid of some of that stress." Then she paused, as if an idea had just hit her. I could almost read her mind now. I knew what she was thinking. I let her get round to it in her own time!
"Steve, you don't think you could help her do you?"
"Well, I did, didn't I? I helped her to understand that part she was reading. What else can I do?"
"Could hypnotherapy help her?"
I pretended to be surprised. This was too good an opportunity to miss, but I had to seem as though I was being persuaded. Too much eagerness on my part, and I could spook one or both of them.
"Well, yes. In theory it could. But it's not always a good idea to put someone of her age under. It doesn't always work either."
"Yes, but she'd be ok with you, wouldn't she. I mean, you'd be careful, and she wouldn't come to any harm would she?"
"Oh no. She'd be ok, it just might not work that's all."
"But if I speak to her, and she wants to try it, that'd be ok, yes?"
"Sure, if you both want to try it."
"Great! I only have to explain to her how good it made me feel, and she'll want to give it a go, I know. Can we do it now?"
"Sure. Go and speak to her, and if she wants to give it a go, we'll do it now."
The timing couldn't have been better. Sandra was out at a friend's house for another hour yet. I had them both to myself. Sally trotted upstairs to speak to Helen; I worked out how I was going to play this. They both came down a few minutes later. Helen looked worried.
"Is it ok? I mean, will it work?"
"No reason why not. It worked for your mum, didn't it?" I turned to Sally.
"Absolutely. I've felt fantastic ever since. I've never slept better, I just feel so much less tense."
I decide to make a joke out of it, just to break the ice. "Don't worry, I wont make you think you're a monkey or anything like that! And your mum will be here the whole time. It will take about five minutes or so. Do you want to give it a try?"
She looked into my eyes, then smiled and nodded. She sat in the same chair Sally had used when I'd first put her under. Sally sat nearby, watching intently. I dimmed the lights and began to talk to Helen softly. It took only a moment or two to put her under. Her eyelids began to droop, her responses to my questions became slower and her speech more and more slurred. And then she was under.
Sally looked at me in surprise. "Is that it? I mean, it's that easy? Jesus Christ!"
"She's only just under." I said. "If we left her like that she'd wake up of her own accord in a few minutes. Now, I'm going to give her some relaxation talk."
Sally leaned forward, interested to se what was happening. I gave her the key word and she slumped down in her seat. I then took Helen to a much deeper level of subconscious. I gave her a key phrase – 'dreamtime for Helen', gave her the necessary instructions and then began to explore her mind.
"Do you like me Helen?"
"Yes. You're fun, and you make mum happy. You make me laugh."
"Do you love me Helen?"
"Sort of. I wish you were my dad."
"I want you to fall in love with me, Helen. You will completely trust me, you will think I am the most wonderful man you have ever known. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
I took in the view. She was deeply under. Her breathing was steady. She was still dressed in her school uniform. I couldn't resist it!
"Helen, I want you to stand up and then lift your skirt until it is up to your waist. You won't be embarrassed to do this, you will think it entirely normal. Then you will stand still until I tell you what to do next. Understand?"
"Yes."
She started to stand up. I leant back in my chair, making myself comfortable before the show! She stood up slowly, and then began to lift her skirt, bunching it in her hands. Her plump thighs came into view, and then I could see her knickers, plain white, no pattern. Lovely. She raised her skirt until it was bunched at her waist and then stopped.
"Turn around."
She turned. I now had a perfect view of her juvenile arse. One side of her knickers had obligingly crept up her crack, leaving one delicious, pink cheek hanging out. It looked like a peach! I didn't just want to touch it, I wanted to bite it! I enjoyed the view for a couple of minutes, turning her round for my enjoyment. I studied her virgin mound. I could almost make out the shape of her pussy lips. I put my face close to her groin and drew her scent into my nostrils. I told her to re-arrange her clothing, then sat her back down in the chair. That would do for now! I woke Sally, having told her that she would think that she had been awake for the whole time, then I gave Helen some relaxation crap. I told her when she woke, she would feel relaxed and refreshed. Then I brought her round. She opened her eyes, blinking sleepily, and then she was smiling at both of us.
"Wow!, that was brill. I feel so good. Wow!, thanks Steve."
A short time later Sandra arrived back home. We all had supper together, Helen chattering happily. All through supper she kept sneaking glances at me when Sally wasn't looking. I looked at her a couple of times and smiled. She flushed with pleasure at this. The programme was working. After they had gone to bed I coaxed Sally into some fore play. We kissed passionately, and her breathing increased when I started to caress her tits. She was hopelessly in love with me now. She took every grope to be a loving caress, and responded in kind. When I suggested that we go up to bed she agreed at once. I sat in bed, watching her undress. She was now so comfortable letting me see her naked that she undressed without hesitation. Off came her T-shirt. Her bra was next and I relished the sight of her firm tits bobbing around as she removed the rest of her clothing. Jeans were removed and folded neatly, then her knickers, plain white like her daughter's, were slipped down over her hips.
She slid beneath the duvet beside me and started to caress me. She quickly found my stiffening cock and began to tease and stroke it. I ran my fingers over her tits, and then down to her pubic bush. I had a picture in my mind of her pulling at this when she was wanking, and started to do the same. She purred with pleasure, and then gasped when I slipped my finger between her pussy lips and found her stiff little clit. I teased it for a few moments, thinking only of her lovely, innocent daughter, asleep in the next room. I couldn't wait any longer, I climbed between her legs. She positioned the head of my cock at her entrance and I drove into her. Her juices were already flowing and she began to push her hips up to meet mine as I pushed in. I increased the speed of my strokes, and she matched this. She ran her hands down my back and began to stroke my arse. She pushed a finger between my cheeks and began to tease my arse hole. I started to come. I tensed, and forced my cock deep into her spraying my jism deep into her. I felt her climax beneath me and then we both collapsed, gasping for breath.
She slept contentedly beside me soon after. I was unable to sleep. I was thinking of the possibilities for Helen. That beautiful, plump, peach-like bottom would soon be mine to play with. I felt myself getting hard again. I quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. In the washing basket I found a pair of Helen's knickers, wrapped the gusset around my cock and wanked until I came, soaking her delicate knickers in my seed.
Over the next few days I took every available opportunity to put Helen under and continue her programming. She had adored me before the hypnosis, now she was as besotted as her mother. Is there anything easier to manipulate than a teenage girl's emotions? She quickly absorbed the idea that not only did she love me in the way she would her father, she also found me incredibly attractive. Not to put too fine a point on it, she was getting hot for me! After a week or so of this, it was all she could do to take her eyes off me. Something Sally noticed too. She mentioned it to me one evening when we were alone.
"I think Helen's got a crush on you." She said.
"Well, she's at that sort of age, isn't she? She'll grow out of it!"
I didn't want things spoiled by Sally getting all emotional, so I quickly put her under and told her that she was happy that Helen felt strongly for me. That was what she had wanted all along. She would do everything she could to encourage Helen in her feelings for me. Then I brought her round. Next morning when Helen gave me a kiss goodbye as she left for school, Sally beamed with pleasure. In the car on the way to work she told me how happy she was that we were all getting along so well. I smiled back. Later that day Sally asked me if I would look after Helen that night while she went to see Sandra's teachers. "I'll be away for about two hours I'm afraid, you know how long these parent evenings take. Helen won't want to tag along, and I thought you two would like to spend some time together. Is that ok?"
"Fine by me."
After tea that night Sally and Sandra got into the car and drove off. Helen and I were alone! As soon as the car had gone Helen came down into the living room and started to chat to me. I let her chatter on for a few minutes, and then put her under.
"Helen, when I wake you up you will not remember that you have been asleep. You won't think there is anything unusual about our conversation, and any suggestion I make to you will seem perfectly reasonable and sensible, is that clear?"
"Yes."
"If I ask you any questions, you will give me completely truthful answers, and you will give me as much information as you can, because you love me and want to make me happy. Understand?"
"Yes."
I brought her round, and she looked at me adoringly.
"Helen, why don't you get up and walk around. Let me look at you?"
She shrugged, smiled and said "OK."
She got to her feet and began walking around the living room. I studied her closely. Her tits looked firm and inviting beneath the pale green T-shirt she was wearing. Her peachy little bum neatly filled her blue jeans.
"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"Once. A boy at my school. He was called Simon. He was nice, I liked him. We went out together for about six months, but then his dad changed jobs, and he had to move away."
"Did you ever kiss him?"
"Yes. He would walk me home from school and we would take a short cut through an alley way. We would stop and he would kiss me there."
"Did you like that?"
"It was OK." Another shrug and a small giggle.
"Any other times?"
"When I went to his house for tea, we would go up to his room to do homework or play music. We'd do it then too."
"Did you let him touch you?"
"Sometimes. I let him touch my boobs sometimes. It felt kind of nice. It was only over my top though. I never let him put his hand inside, even though he wanted to."
"What about your bottom. Did he ever touch that?"
"Only my back bottom. I let him touch that a few times, but I never let him touch my front bottom."
I had to snicker at the child-like references to her own anatomy.
"Has anyone ever touched your front bottom?"
"No. Never."
"Would you like someone to?"
"Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like. I think it would feel nice."
"You look hot in those jeans. Why don't you take them off?"
"OK." Another smile. She quickly unfastened the jeans, pulled them down and then sat down to remove them completely. She threw them onto one of the sofas and stood up. Simple white knickers with pretty blue flowers on. Delicious! She continued to walk slowly round the room, open to my inspection. I could see the cheeks of her arse moving with each step she took.
"Do you ever touch yourself?"
She giggled, "Yes. I like it when I'm in the shower or the bath and I wash my boobs or my front bottom. I like the feeling when I'm all soapy. Sometimes, when I'm in bed I like to put my hand down between my legs and tickle myself there. I like the way it makes all my body tingle."
"What do you think about when you do that?"
"Nothing really. I just like to tickle myself."
"From now on, when you tickle yourself there, I want you to think of me. I want you to imagine me tickling you there."
"OK."
"Do you put your hand into your knickers when you do that?"
"No, I just tickle the front of them."
"Put your hand in there next time. Tickle your front bottom with your fingers down your knickers. Do you ever play with your boobs?"
"Sometimes. They feel funny when I play with them. I sometimes touch my nipples, but it's like they're connected to my front bottom, cos when I touch them, I want to touch myself down there as well."
"Touch them both next time. Touch your boobs and tickle your front bottom with your hand inside your knickers. And think of me doing it all the time, ok?"
"Yes, OK."
"Have you got any hair on your front bottom?"
"A little bit. Not much though. Not as much as my friend Tina, she's got lots. I've only got a little bit."
"Why don't you take your knickers off and show me?"
She immediately stuck her thumbs into the waist band of her knickers and pushed them down. A few wispy hairs were bunched at the top of her slit, otherwise she was completely bald. She walked forward to me, stood about two feet in front of me and thrust her hips forward. "See? Not much at all."
I joyfully inspected her virgin slit. Then I had her turn around so that I could see her plump little arse close up. This was deliciously depraved. It was better than my wildest dreams.
"You still look hot. Why don't you take your T-shirt off?"
"Yes, ok."
Off came the T-shirt, leaving her standing in front of me wearing only a simple white bra.
"Do you like your boobs?"
"They're ok, but most of the girls at school have bigger ones than me, and my nipples are pink. Most of the others have brown ones."
"Why don't you show me?" I coaxed.
Without a word she reached behind her, unfastened the bra and let it fall into her arms. Then she threw it onto the pile of discarded clothing and stood before me stark naked. Her tits were plump and firm. They sat high on her chest and were topped by puffy pink nipples.
"See what I mean? They're not very big are they?"
"I think they're lovely. Just right for you."
She looked absolutely delighted at this. She smiled broadly at me and stood waiting for the next instruction.
"Do you like exercise?"
"Not really. They make us do it at school, but I'm not very good at it."
"I'll bet you are. Why don't you try for me? Do some running on the spot."
She immediately started to jog on the spot. Her plump little tits jiggled about beautifully. After a few minutes of this her face was flushed pink. Then I told her to touch her toes. She bent over and I was able to see the lips of her pussy and the faintest hint of wispy brown pubes. I had her stand again. She was still breathless from the jogging. Her breathing was rapid, and her tits heaved appealingly.
"What do you call a man's private parts?"
She giggled, "His 'willy'"
"Have you ever seen one?"
"Yes. I went round to my friend Anna's once. She has a little brother, Peter. He had just got out of the bath and he was running round with no clothes on. It was funny."
"How old was Peter?"
"About two I suppose."
"Have you ever seen a man's willy?"
"No."
"Would you like to see mine?"
"Yes please!" She answered enthusiastically.
I opened my trousers and pushed them and my underwear down, exposing my half-erect cock to her young eyes. She looked fascinated.
"Wow! It looks big!"
"Do you want to touch it?"
"Can I?"
I nodded. She walked over to me and sat down next to me on the sofa. She slowly reached out her hand and touched the shaft with the very tips of her fingers. Then she pulled her hand away quickly, giggling.
"Does it feel nice?"
"Yes."
"Let me show you how to touch it properly."
I took her hand and gently wrapped it around the shaft of my cock. I looked into her face. She was concentrating on my cock, on her hand holding it. I started to move her hand up and down, wanking my cock. I groaned with pleasure. She looked happy at this. I let go of her hand. She continued to hold my cock, continued to wank me. The feeling was fantastic. Here was a pretty fourteen year old, stark bollock naked, slowly wanking my stiff cock and loving every minute of it. I could feel myself building to a huge climax.
"I'm going to come in a moment." I announced.
"Oh God! What do I do, er I mean what would you like me to do?”
“Carry on stroking my cock, but get your knickers and put them over the top of it.”
She immediately fetched her discarded knickers and draped them over my cock. Then she resumed wanking me. I felt my climax begin. I groaned and started to empty my balls onto her knickers. As my orgasm subsided I glanced at her, she looked fascinated.
“Wow! That was incredible. Did that feel really nice?”
“Very nice indeed. Thank you Helen.”
“No problem.” She laughed, her face blushing slightly.
I put her under. “Helen, I want you to think that you just imagined touching my cock, understand?”
“Yes.”
“You will think that you imagined the entire thing, and you will want to know how it feels to touch my cock for real. You will want to see it, to feel it, to touch it and make me happy. Understand?”
“Yes.“
I sent her upstairs to put her cum stained knickers into the wash. She returned with a fresh pair in her hand. I could have had her then, of course. I could have made her lie on the floor, spread her plump little legs and fucked her to my hearts content. But I'd decided not to. I had other plans!
"Get dressed." I told her. She did so at once. Once she was completely clothed, I gave her a phantom memory to cover the last 30 minutes or so and told her to forget everything else. I reminded her that she was to play with herself as I had instructed, every night. Then I woke her up. I immediately suggested that we play a game. She agreed eagerly, and so it was that when Sally and Sandra arrived home they found us sat together playing cards.
We chatted about Sandra's parents evening and how good her reports were. I made a great fuss of her, telling her how good she was for working so hard and achieving such good marks. I happened to glance over at Helen. She had a strange look on her face as she looked at her sister. She clearly resented the attention Sandra was getting, particularly from me. She was jealous! Bed time soon came around and the two of them dais their good nights. Sandra planted a small, wet kiss on my cheek and disappeared upstairs with a happy smile. Helen waited until she had gone, and then came over to me. She put her arms around my neck and gave me a tight hug before kissing me on the lips and slowly making her way upstairs.
"Gosh, she really has fallen for you, hasn't she?" Sally remarked.
"I suppose so." I laughed. “I suppose it’s normal, for a girl of her age. She is growing up fast, isn’t she? She’ll be going out with boys next.”
“Christ! Don’t say that. She’s far too young to be bothered with boys.”
“It bothers you to think of her with a boyfriend?”
“Yes! She’s far too young. I don’t want her to get hurt.”
I decided to have another play with Sally's mind. I put her under.
“Sally, I want you to imagine Helen in a room with a boy. They are laughing and joking, being friendly. He is a year or two older than her. He opens a can of beer, drinks some, then gives her the can. She doesn’t want to take it, but he teases her until she drinks some. Then he makes her drink some more. They are still laughing. He leans over and kisses her. She seems to like it, lets him kiss her again. She kisses him back. He starts to touch her, stroking her face, her neck. Then he starts to touch her breasts. She doesn’t like it at first, but he persuades her. He carries on fondling her breasts. He says something to her, you can’t quite hear, but she nods then starts to remove her T-shirt. She takes it off, and lets him open her bra. He can see her naked breasts. He feels them, sucks them. She likes it. He opens his trousers and pulls his cock out. She giggles when he does this, then he takes her hand and wraps it around his cock, teaching her how to wank him. They lay side by side, he plays with her breasts while she wanks him. Then he begins to stroke her thigh. She doesn’t object, lets him feel his way up her leg until he’s almost touching her pussy. He mutters something. She nods again. He begins to rub his hand between her legs. She lets him. After a few minutes he starts to open her jeans. She stops him at first, then he kisses her again, making her laugh. They both giggle, then she opens her jeans for him and reaches out for his cock again.”
“He pushes his hand into her jeans. He is fumbling between her legs. Her face has gone pink, like she’s enjoying herself. He pulls his trousers down and she starts to stroke his balls as she wanks his cock. Then he says something to her and she starts to push her jeans down. She takes off her jeans, he teases her and she pushes her knickers down. Then he starts to stroke her pussy. She likes that, she opens her legs wider for him. He kisses her again, then rolls on top of her. she kisses him and giggles, then she looks worried, frightened. She starts to push him, trying to get him off her. She struggles, she is crying. He is laughing at her. He’s too strong for her. He grabs her wrists and pins her down, then he is forcing his cock into her. She cries out, ‘no!’ He pays no attention, pushing his cock deep into her, taking her virginity. She keeps struggling, he pays no attention, he violates her, taking her brutally. Then he collapses on top of her and you look at her face. She is terrified. Tears are rolling down her face.”
Sally had gone very pale. Her eyes were streaming, her hands trembling. She was biting her bottom lip.
"It could all happen in just a short space of time. You’d do anything to prevent this, to protect her, wouldn’t you?"
"Oh God, yes! I can't let her go through that, she's so young, so innocent."
I told her that she had been worrying about Helen for some time, and that over the next two days she would spend a lot of her time thinking about how to keep Helen safe. The same idea would keep coming back to her – what if I were the one to look after her? I had made her very happy, and I treated her with such kindness, I was the ideal man to keep Helen safe. She would do all she could to encourage Helen’s growing crush on me. She would encourage me to spend more time with her. Only if I took her to my bed could she be safe. It was the simplest, and most obvious thing to happen. She would be happy to share me with her eldest daughter.
I told her that over the next few days she would come to like the idea of me enjoying her daughter. It was the best thing that could happen to darling little Helen, really. Much better that her being used and abused by some horrible boy from the rough side of town. She would be happy at the thought of Helen being 'broken in' by me, sure in her own mind that she would enjoy the experience. She would even be happy for me to enjoy the body of her precious daughter.
I brought Sally round and watched with growing amusement as she came to terms with the ideas ricocheting around her head. I pretended to be reading a newspaper, but kept sneaking a look at her. She was in turmoil. Her protective feelings towards Helen, and her possessiveness over me, fighting with her urgent need to prevent Helen from being corrupted and her 'idea' that I would be her instrument in doing this. It was comical to watch!
As if on cue, Helen came downstairs at this moment. She gave some excuse about needing a drink of water, but took the opportunity to give me another hug and a kiss. As she pulled reluctantly away from me I gave her a gentle smack on her delicious, plump little bottom and said "Now get off to bed and stop stalling, you little beast!"
She squealed at the smack, then giggled before turning and skipping from the room, calling " 'night mum.", over her shoulder. I returned to my newspaper, Sally continued to brood. After a few minutes I broke the silence. "You're really quiet tonight, is everything ok?"
"Yes, fine!" She said, almost too quickly. "I was just thinking how great it is that you and Helen get along so well. I was wondering….."
"Yes?"
"Well, Sandra has been asking me if we can go shopping on Saturday, just the two of us. I think she wants to get you something for your birthday, actually! Would you be ok if I left Helen here with you for the day? Sandra and me would be off pretty early, and not back until late afternoon. Would that be ok with you?"
"Yeah fine! So long as you don't expect me to get up early on my day off!"
She laughed, nervously. "No, you stay in bed love, that'll be fine."
Some time later, I made some excuse about needing something from upstairs. I made my way up silently, and stood outside Helen's door, which was just open. I could hear her moving around in her bed. Small gasps and whimpers could be heard coming from the room. It didn't take much to imagine what was going on! Acting on instructions, Helen was busy exploring her body. I could imagine the look on her face as the powerful new sensations coursed through her young body. As I stood listening her small voice grew louder and I could hear her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, ohhh!, ohhh!" And then something approaching a muffled scream. She had diddled herself over the edge! I had to detour to the bathroom to wait for my throbbing erection to subside. I could have wanked myself off in moments, but decided to let Sally have the pleasure of pleasuring me later. It seemed to fit really. She would want to confirm in her own mind that we were still in love, and I could fantasise about popping her pretty daughter's cherry!
I didn't wait long before suggesting to Sally that we have an early night. I was right about her need to reassure herself. She undressed before me, as she was used to doing now, but that night she almost made a show of it! She opened the buttons of her blouse slowly, almost seductively, all the time looking at me from under her eyelashes, pouting provocatively. She opened her jeans and then turned her back to me, wriggling her hips to get the tight denim over her sweet arse. The bra was next, dropped onto the floor. Then she reached up towards the ceiling in a simulated stretch, giving me a perfect view of her slim body. And then she pushed her knickers down over her hips, exposing her neatly trimmed bush for my inspection. I made appreciative noises, and she smiled at me seductively. She slipped under the covers and wrapped her body around mine. She ran her foot up the inside of my calf, and began to stroke and gently pull the hairs on my chest. She placed a procession of warm kisses along my neck and up to my ear where her warm breath sent shivers down my spine. Her fingers found my now rigid cock and she ran them gently, teasingly up and down its' length. Then she began to kiss my chest, going lower and lower. She reached down further and began to fondle my balls. She continued to descend until she reached my now aching shaft, and then I gasped as I felt her lips close around my glans.
"Jesus!" I thought, "She must need reassurance really bad." I knew she had an aversion to oral. In all the time we had been together she had never willingly gone down on me, now she was sucking and licking for all she was worth. She had taken a firm hold of the base of my cock and was wanking me into her mouth while her tongue ran across my glans and her lips formed a tight seal on my shaft as she sucked. I knew I couldn't hold out for long under such delicious coaxing. I groaned out loud as the waves of pleasure built, and began to buck my hips, pushing my cock into her mouth. Instead of pulling away, she went deeper, my cock now pushing towards the back of her throat.
"Are you ok with this?" I murmured.
She broke off to look up at me and smile. "I'm fine, really. Do you want to come in my mouth?" She whispered almost conspiratorially. I groaned and nodded. She smiled again, and went back to work. A few moments later I could feel a massive climax building. As the first waves started I felt my jism shoot into her warm mouth. She made a startled noise, but then she was sucking determinedly, swallowing frantically as spurt after spurt of my seed shot into her mouth.
As my climax subsided I shuddered with sheer pleasure and fell back into the bed gasping for breath. She moved up the bed and lay next to me, looking into my eyes all the time.
"Christ! That was good."
She smiled, almost proudly. When I'd got my breath back I asked her "What has changed Sal? I thought you didn't like doing that."
"It's your reward. For being a good boy!" She laughed.
"I wasn't aware I'd done anything!"
"Well you have."
"What? Tell me, and I'll be sure to do it again!"
"You're just so good to me and the girls. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Sal."
She smiled contentedly and then snuggled in
close beside me. Before I switched out the light I caught sight of the bedside
clock,
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