Chapter Four Katy, Maria, and Darlene's daughter Jennifer: Baby Baby Baby
Part 1 - Chapter Four
Katy, Maria, and Darlene's daughter Jennifer: Baby Baby Baby
"I am _NOT_ a baby," Jennifer informed her mother.
"You were my first, and even if you are the oldest, you're still my baby,"
Darlene told her teenage daughter.
"Just don't treat me like a baby," Jennifer growled. "I'm going to my room and
read over my science stuff before I go to bed. I have a quiz tomorrow."
"OK, baby," Darlene snickered.
Jennifer rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically as she left the kitchen. Once
in her basement room, she carefully slid the bolt of the lock that her dad
helped her install to be sure she wouldn't be interrupted. She turned on her
radio and flipped open her science book. She scanned the assignment for ten
seconds, unwilling to tell her mother an outright lie. Then she pulled the
bottom drawer of her dresser completely out. Under the drawer, she got out
Maria's toys.
Maria had left so quickly that she forgot her sex toys. Jennifer found them
lined up on the bed: the neon pink dildo, the small vibrator with its realistic
sheath, a small black butt plug, an eight-pack of AA batteries with only two
missing, and a strip of ten condoms. Her first thought was that Maria wouldn't
be able to get to sleep. She wondered...
"Hello?"
"Hi. Is Maria there?"
"She just got back," the voice on the phone told her. In the background, she
could hear, "Maria. It's for you."
"Hello?"
"Hi, Maria. It's Jennifer. I think you forgot some things."
"Keep 'em. I know who to ask if I forget mine next time I visit you guys."
"Thanks. How often do you, you know?"
"Every night. It really does help me get to sleep."
"How did you learn about stuff like that?"
"An older woman," Maria answered. "Actually it was women, plural. But like I
told you, that was just this summer and..." They talked for half an hour until
Darlene got back home. Jennifer hid the toys. Her mother might not freak if she
found them, but Donnie was always finding excuses to come down to the basement
and peek into her room. That evening, she was about to get the toys out. The
drawer was pulled out when Donnie opened her door, saying, "Hey, have you seen
my green rugby?"
"Get out! Mom! Dad! Donnie came into my room and didn't even knock," she wailed,
slamming the drawer shut and running up the stairs. "I might have been undressed
or something." 'Something like playing with myself,' she added mentally.
"I have the solution," Dwayne told her. "Be right back." He was back in two
minutes with a simple bolt lock, used but still functional. Ten minutes later,
Jennifer had a lock on her door. "When you want privacy, just slide it over."
"Thanks, dad. I love you." She gave him a peck on the lips and a hug.
"I love you, too."
Jennifer was too nervous to try out the toys that evening, even with the lock.
But by Sunday night, her curiosity and scrambled hormones led her to the toys
stored in a leatherette shaving kit that her father never used and would never
miss. She tossed it on the bed, then turned to look at the full length mirror on
the back of her bedroom door. The mirror was a luxury but it had been on sale.
Dwayne bought two, one for the master bedroom and one for Jennifer.
She watched herself in the mirror while she stripped. Except for a few fat
girls, she had the biggest bust in the seventh grade, and her breasts looked
huge on her slender frame. Turning sideways, she sighed as she checked her body
profile. She imagined what it might be like to be a stripper, beginning to
undulate in time with the music coming from her radio. She kept moving until the
song ended and an ad interrupted her. By that time, her nipples were erect and
tingling.
Maria said that her nipples were sensitive and that she loved to play with them.
Jennifer knew that hers were sensitive, too. Some girls in school went without a
bra, but doing so drove Jennifer nuts. Fabric rubbing against her nip's made
them instantly pop up. They were so sensitive that any more rubbing almost hurt.
She wore a bra not for support but to protect herself from friction against her
overly sensitive nubbins. Experimentally, Jennifer cupped her breasts and
squeezed her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. A tremor shot through
her body. Goose bumps prickled her skin and she felt a tingle in her pussy.
Maria said that her nipples were connected to her clit, so Jennifer wasn't
surprised. What did surprise her was the intensity of the feelings.
The radio ad was over and rock music was playing again. Hand lotion slicked her
breasts and made the breast play more pleasant.
With gentle, slick caresses, her nipples felt wonderful rather then painful from
friction. She could feel her pulse in her nipples... and in her pussy. Her heart
beat rapidly and she was almost panting. She felt swollen between her legs and
moaned when she let one hand creep down her front and cup her mons.
Since Maria used her fingers first, Jennifer decided to do the same. She put
some more hand lotion on her fingertips and slid them between her pussy lips.
"Aahh," she sighed. She still did a grind in front of the mirror even though her
eyes were closed. With her knees bent, she leaned her head back and savored the
sensations of her fingers beside her clit. She swiped her fingers over the
little hood quickly during ads, then moved them in time with the music when
songs played on the radio.
When the news came on, she realized that it was time for her to get to sleep.
She also knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep until she finished what she
started. She was tense. Her heart was going 'a mile a minute'. She flopped onto
her bed and put out her hand, groping for one of the toys. She found the dildo
first. Then she found the strip of rubbers, pulled one off, opened the foil, and
rolled it onto the toy.
Imitating her older friend, she opened her labia with her fingers and placed the
tip of the toy at the entrance to her vagina. She pressed it in firmly,
withdrew, then pressed again, pushing harder on the base. Something went 'pop'
and she gasped. It didn't hurt. Well, it hurt a little bit but a lot less then
stubbing her toe or getting stung by a bee. In and out, in and out, a little
farther in each time, until the rubber cock was buried all the way inside her
14-year-old pussy with the fake balls touching her butt cheeks. 'This does feel
good,' her brain acknowledged.
Jennifer experimented. Pumping the dildo with one hand, she squeezed her nipples
with the other but could only do one at a time. Rubbing her clit with her thumb
while the dildo was all the way in felt good but she couldn't move it in and out
at the same time. But if she used her other hand, her nipples ached for
attention.
Frustrated, Jennifer looked around her room. A pile of hairpins caught her
attention and she got up, holding the dildo in with her hand as she waddled over
to her dresser to get two of the pins. Back in bed, she closed her legs to hold
in the fake penis so she could used both hands to spread the hairpins open and
let them gently close on her nipples. She sighed with pleasure at the feeling of
her nip's being hugged firmly. 'Now I can concentrate on my pussy,' she told
herself, once again flopping back on the bed and grabbing the vibrator.
Jennifer started slowly pumping the dildo again as she worked the vibrator up
and down to split her labia. She found that swirling the tip of the vibrator
while thrusting the dildo was something like patting her head while rubbing her
tummy--difficult--and frustrating. As she became disgusted with her inability to
reach a climax, Jennifer stopped.
The vibrator didn't. Its humming continued. It felt good. Real good, Jennifer
decided, pressing harder without moving it. She rocked her hips up. That was
even better. Rocking faster felt even better. But as she tensed, approaching
'the big O', she lost her concentration and her clit lost contact with the end
of the vibrator. More frustration.
'One more try and then I'm going to sleep,' Jennifer told herself. She held the
dildo still and put her thumb out to hold down on the end of the vibrator while
she gripped its base with her other hand. She concentrated on just feeling. So
nice. So hot. So incredible. Tension built until... Boom! Her body shook,
trembling through the first orgasm of her young life.
The glowing numerals on her clock radio read '1:47' when she woke up, chilled.
The radio was still playing. Her light was still on. Hairpins still squeezed her
nipples. She quickly pulled the pins off and massaged the purplish and
completely numb knobs.
She peeled the rubber off the dildo and put it back in the shaving kit. She
twisted... Agh! Blood was finding its way back into her nipples. They burned.
'Like when my hands got so cold they got numb,' Jennifer told herself, giving
one nipple a pinch. That hurt too much to try again.
The vibrator's batteries were dead. As she looked for how... "Geez, that hurts,"
she said aloud, cringing as tingling joined the intense burning in her nipples.
The sheath came off the vibrator before she discovered that the batteries went
in from the bottom. All she had to do was screw the swivel switch beyond 'OFF'
and the bottom of the device came off. She poured the dead batteries into her
trash bucket and put two new ones in.
To distract herself from her throbbing nipples, Jennifer pressed the smooth,
hard plastic into her groin, parting her pussy lips and holding it firmly
against the side of her clit. 'Practice makes perfect,' she told herself as she
felt her body respond quickly to the strong stimulation. Her heart was pounding
in her ears. Her nipples felt like they were going to explode. Her whole body
tensed again and then exploded in convulsions of pleasure.
--==*==--
"No! Not yet! Not now! We haven't finished Lamaze classes," Katy whined.
"They told us that one or two of us wouldn't... Deep cleansing breath... in...
out... and blow. Good," Bruce smiled, beginning his role as coach. "And this
might just be Braxton Hicks contractions."
"We shouldn't have been screwing," Katy whimpered.
"Dr. Learner said it was OK."
"Not now. My waters broke. And you broke it."
"I know we can't continue," Bruce sighed.
"I'm scared."
"Only of the unknown," Bruce said, trying to reassure his young wife. "This is
normal. You've done everything else they talked about, nesting and all that.
You're ready."
"We just moved," she growled. "I still have to get us settled. I couldn't
...oh..."
"Deep cleansing breath...in..." Bruce checked his watch. With each contraction,
he was more certain that he would soon be a father. Excitement mixed with fear.
He and Katy were already in better shape than many of their friends. Both of
them knew other young women whose babies who would start life without a father.
Katy was sweating. Her contractions were stronger than he expected. He felt a
pang of guilt about pressuring Katy to let him fuck her once more. He knew his
cock wasn't sharp enough to break the amniotic sack. It wasn't really his fault,
he told himself. But he still felt guilt.
At Katy's last appointment, Dr. Learner told them that it was likely that Katy
had a 'false period' and that she was almost nine rather than eight months
pregnant. Now that he knew more about pregnancy, Bruce was convinced that she
had morning sickness before the period that the doctor used to calculate the
date of conception. He and Katy were relieved that the baby would soon be there.
They were also terrified.
"We better get to the hospital," Katy told him after the contraction subsided.
"We have hours," Bruce grinned, glad that they had taken the natural childbirth
classes. "Relax."
"Oh, here com..." Bruce checked his watch again. Maybe they _should_ start
toward the hospital. He coached his wife through the contraction, then called
Dr. Learner and helped Katy to the car. Another contraction tightened Katy's
belly while he brought the bags out. Katy panicked until he made it back to
coach her through the pain.
Bruce drove to the hospital calmly and safely. Everything went just like the
nurses described during the Lamaze classes. They were preregistered and
prepared. Once he got to the hospital, Dr. Learner commented, "I love you fit
young women who take good care of yourselves and your babies."
--==*==--
"Isn't he beautiful?"
"Handsome," Bruce told his wife. "My little man."
"I bet you already bought a baseball mitt."
"A football and a hammer," he chuckled, watching his son nurse at his wife's
breast. "Can I have a taste?"
"It's just colosterum so far."
"Colostrum," Bruce corrected. "It's supposed to be sweet. And we still need to
toughen your nipples." [Image]
"Benjamin's doing a fine job of that all by himself," Katy giggled, looking down
at the tiny mouth working at her nipple. "But I guess it wouldn't hurt." She
unfastened the other cup of her nursing bra and held her breast out to her
husband. She swooned at the feelings of both nipples being sucked at once. "I
love you," she said, directing the thought to both of her men.
Neither answered. A mouth full of swollen nipple secreting delicious sweet fluid
effectively gagged them. Katy felt sorry for her husband. He looked exhausted.
He probably was now that he was working two full time jobs. She rarely saw him
except at meals and in bed, where he slept. Their sex life had ended with Ben's
birth.
"That tastes good," Bruce grinned. "Really sweet."
"Glad you like it. Can we talk?"
"Is it going to be one of _those_ talks?"
"Yes. Bruce, I need to contribute to our family welfare. I can't just stay at
home doing nothing while you work two jobs."
"It'll be better when it warms up," he told her. "Once spring gets here and
construction starts again, I'll find one good paying job with plenty of
time-and-a-half overtime."
"Until next fall when it gets cold again," Katy told him, carefully controlling
her tone and emotions.
"We'll make it. We agreed that one of us will be home with Benjamin. He's not
going to day care."
"I'd be working at night," she grinned at him.
"Not at a Seven-Eleven," he frowned.
"No." She was still smiling. Bruce wasn't. "How would you like to be married to
a sex goddess? A stripper?"
"Oh, no," Bruce roared. "No. No way. I will _NOT_ have my wife strutting around
naked in front of a bunch of strange men!"
"I'll have to practice," Katy grinned at her husband. "A lot. On you."
"No."
"It'll still be a while, probably Thanksgiving, and Benjamin will have to be at
least partly weaned and on some solid foods. I have plenty of time to convince
you."
"No way," Bruce insisted.
"I can talk you into anything, you know," Katy grinned at him in the way that
she had learned melted his resistance. "And right now I want to talk you into
giving me something to suck on. You and Ben have been getting all the good
sucking."
"You can't manipulate me like that," Bruce growled. "I won't let you."
"Let me what? Suck your cock? Whip it out, stud, before Ben here gets old enough
to know what's going on."
"Damn you, woman. You're going to drive me nuts."
"I'll suck on your nuts if you'll bring 'em over here." Baby Ben napped while
his mother got down on her knees and sucked her husband.
--==*==--
"Lap dances are half price for this song only," Katy told her husband, grinding
her hips at him.
"How about a free sample?"
"I'm not doing this for pleasure. Pay up or I move on to the next guy."
"Baloney," Bruce laughed. "You're enjoying every second. I think I married an
exhibitionist."
"A very scared one," Kaitlyn whimpered, embracing her husband.
"A very excited one," Bruce chuckled. "You're on your way up to the top of the
first hill on a roller coaster. You feel scared but you know you'll love the
ride."
"I only ride you," she told him, kissing him deeply. She started the grind
again, reaching for his zipper. "So pay up."
"Will you take an I.O.U?"
"No. Pay up or I move along to the next guy."
"I guess you'll have to move on," Bruce sighed.
Katy looked at her husband. "Really? You're really going to let me do it?"
"You've been nagging me ever since Ben was born. You've made all your plans
about how we're going to pay off all our bills and..."
"And you're going back to school. We'll save. We won't even get a new apartment
yet, or even another car. I'll have the car in the evening and you'll have it
during the day. And every night when I get home, we're going to have wild sex so
you don't feel neglected. I'll need to buy some outfits, but I can start off
with what I already have and..."
Bruce let her talk. Although he teased her about how much she was enjoying it,
he knew she was terrified of taking her clothes off in front of strangers. But
she discovered that two of her friends from GWU planned to try stripping. They
decided that they would work at the same place. Their audition would be on an
amateur night. If they did well, they would be hired.
Katy was definitely excited. All she talked about was what they would do with
the money that she would make. Bruce had mixed feelings. He felt inadequate that
he couldn't support his family. But he knew that they needed the money. He would
go along with it... at least for a while.
--==*==--
"You're really serious about stripping?"
"Yes," Maria answered. "It's the only job I know of that'll pay enough that I
can really be independent and go to college, too. Working at Roy Rogers doesn't
even pay the bills."
"I hope I'm not too old," Darlene sighed. "I've heard that strippers are washed
up by thirty."
"Feature performers, maybe," Lucy told the group of women collected in Bruce and
Katy's tiny apartment. "I've seen a fifty-year-old make decent money. The guys
are going to love you. Most guys are into big boobs. If nature didn't provide
'em, most strippers go for boob jobs to increase their income."
"I don't intend to do this 'til I'm fifty," Darlene said. "As soon as I have
eight thousand in the bank, that's it."
"Will we have to go all the way? Completely naked?" Katy asked.
"Yes," Lucy answered. "But think 'nude' rather than naked. Are you ready?"
"No," Katy whimpered.
Everyone laughed. "Bruce is your only audience. How bad can that be?" Maria
asked.
"I'm pretending I'm in the club."
"Good," Lucy told her. "Are you ready now? Good. You get paid anywhere from
minimum wage to about ten bucks an hour by the club but most of that is withheld
for taxes. To make good money, you have to hustle table dances and lap dances."
"I thought lap dancing was illegal."
"Shit," Katy cussed. Ben let out a wail and her left breast instantly squirted a
stream of milk. "I can't..."
"Yes you can," Lucy contradicted. "There are quite a few guys out there who'll
pay extra for milky boobs. Now, ladies, let's go over the rules. There can be no
sexual contact. How that's interpreted changes with what county you're in,
politics at any given time, if the police chief takes bribes, you name it.
What's OK today might change tomorrow, and you could end up arrested for
indecent exposure or lewd and licentious acts. So, Maria, if you ever want to be
a lawyer or doctor..."
"I just want to meet a dreamy man who wants to make a dozen babies with me and
live happily ever after."
"Katy?"
While nursing Ben, Katy shrugged. "I have no plans like that."
"Darlene?"
"I kind of like the idea of scandalizing people."
"OK," Lucy grinned. "Then within limits, the nastier you are, the better your
tips. Start with a gimmick to get their attention. I start my act by
deep-throating a sausage."
"I doubt I could even give a decent blow job," Maria groused.
"Then do something else, but get noticed. Gaudy jewelry, maybe. A belly chain
and ankle chains are good. Bright neon stuff, maybe. Leather, rubber, whips, and
chains are always good. Do some experimenting, OK?" When her three students all
nodded, Lucy went on. "Once you catch a guy's eyes, make him think 'sex'. Sex
sells. That's why there's a woman in a bikini in beer ads, car ads, camera ads,
vacation ads, you name it. Bump and grind isn't a very good description. It's
more like making love... Scratch that. It's like fucking air."
"Hump and grind," Katy giggled, thrusting her hips forward as she switched Ben
to her other breast.
Maria's expression looked odd. "Maria? Are you all right?"
"I'm sorry," Maria smiled. "It _is_ about sex. That's why some strippers use a
snake as a prop. It's a penis substitute, right?"
"Right, a phallic symbol," Lucy acknowledged. "Like my sausage or the pole
that's part of the stage in a club. So, make the guys think about sex. Make
their cocks hard and..."
"...all the blood drains from their brains," Maria laughed.
"Are you brainless yet?" Katy asked her husband.
"Nope. You all still have clothes on."
"That's another thing," Lucy told them, trying to be serious. "Strip tease and
shows are for the featured performers. If you want to try it, come up with a
performance that's sexy, artistic, and unique. Otherwise, stick with the basics.
A set is three songs. Start out in something sexy and bare your boobs during the
first song. Get naked by the end of the second song and then convince everybody
that you're the sexiest dancer in the place during the third."
For several minutes, everyone nervously stood, waiting. "Have you picked music
you like?" Lucy asked to break the tension.
"I have," Maria said with a broad smile. "Hot salsa."
"Good. What's your stripper name?"
"I'm gonna stick with Maria. It's so common that ..."
"You're Salsa. Hot Salsa. Hot, sexy Salsa," Lucy told her. "If you work long
enough, sooner or later you'll run into somebody you know. How about you two?"
She turned to face Katy and Darlene.
"Betty," Darlene answered.
"Kitten," Katy offered.
"OK, I guess. Betty Boobs and Sex Kitten? That'll do. How about music?"
"I found a few things I think I can dance to," Darlene answered.
"You have to be able to dance to anything. You don't get to pick the music for
table and lap dances. You have to dance to whatever's playing, so we're all
going to dance to every song. OK, Maria. You're first."
"Mental Mistress says, 'Get nasty,'" she giggled, slipping the CD into her boom
box and pressing 'PLAY'. Maria lifted her arms and began to dance.
"You're a natural," Lucy smiled, joining her friend and former student in
rocking and thrusting her pelvis in time with the music. A minute into the song,
Lucy yelled over the music, "Now your top."
'Lose the top,' Mental Mistress ordered. Maria had to obey. She peeled off the
athletic bra top as sexily as she could manage. Maria was thankful that neither
Lucy nor Mental Mistress, "MM", ordered her to remove her thong panty.
"Not bad," Lucy grinned as the third song ended. "I'd put a slow one in there,
though. Otherwise you'll be exhausted."
"Do guys tip better for fast or slow?"
"That depends on what they think of your dancing, but it's easier to slip a bill
under your g-string or garter if you're not moving quite so fast."
"And you'll need the break," Darlene added.
"And you're next," Lucy said, pointing her finger at the end of her outstretched
arm.
Darlene was puffing after nine straight minutes of dancing even though she chose
a slow song for her third number. Like Maria, she removed her top, but just
simulated removing her panties.
Katy went all the way but felt clumsy. They collectively decided that they all
needed more practice.
