Date: Fri,  2 Mar 2007 22:16:46 -0500 (EST)
From: Kendall <kendallhart@myway.com>
Subject: After World's End, Part 1

This is a work of erotic fiction, and is not intended for
reading by anyone under the age of 18. All characters and events
portrayed in this story are fictional, and any resemblance to
actual persons or events is coincidental.  Do not read further
if you are under 18 or if pornography is illegal in the area in
which you live.

Comments may be sent to kendallhart@myway.com -- No flames
please, I shouldn't have to deal with that after posting here.
More to come -- I just don't know when.

After World's End

By and copyright Kendall Hart, 2007

(ggg, Mg, inc, ped, cons, oral)

WARNING:  Slow starter.  Lots of background necessary.  Trust
me, it gets SEXY!

Nobody knows where it started, or who was to blame -- but a
plague broke loose in the year 2018 that seemed, for a while,
like it was going to destroy the world -- and in a lot of
people's eyes, I guess it did.  I mean -- well, I don't have a
clue what the population is like elsewhere, but here in my part
of the world?  Yeah, it's low, and for a while, we didn't even
know if we were gonna survive.

Remember that.  We thought we might well all die.  It looked
that way, for sure.  We didn't know that the plague had burned
itself out, that it wasn't a danger to those who grew up
afterwards -- how could we know?

So we did . . . stuff.  We tossed out the old rules and made our
own.  We did what *felt good,* and never mind the rest of the
rules.  People from before would have killed most of us adults,
I think, for the things we did for fun -- and who we did them
with.

The biggest part of the plague was that the older you were, the
more likely you were to die -- and I never even *heard* of
anyone over 35 surviving.  Below 35, your chances went from zero
to infinitesimal.  I figure, if what I saw in the year after the
plague was over is any gauge, that about one in five hundred
thousand people between 25 and 35 survived.  Below that, the
percentages went up.  From, say, 16 to 25, it seemed to run
about one in a hundred thousand at 16, going down (up? --
getting *worse*) as people got older.  From about 11 to 16, I
figure one in twenty thousand.  Below 11, I think it went way,
way up -- like to one in five thousand.

And it hit men a lot harder than women.  Like four-to one hard,
minimum.

Oh, and there was a genetic component, I guess.  You'd find a
surprising lot of siblings alive.  Mostly sisters, since women
survived it so much better.

There were other factors, sure.  I think every adult I ever
talked to who lived through it -- and I'm talking about 16 and
up, here -- had both the mumps and the chicken pox as a kid.
Not the inoculations, the diseases.  And at least three
different kinds of flu that we remembered -- though I don't know
if they were the same kinds.  Who the hell can keep track?  The
flu changed names and genetics like a pop star changed clothes.

But yeah -- it was bad.  At first, not too awful, not for most
of us, because the bodies dehydrated really, really badly -- and
that kept on going after death, you see.  Most times, all that
was left after a couple of days was a pile of salty dust.

No runny corpses meant no real breeding ground for the other
diseases that could've come along and wiped us out the rest of
the way.

No, the bad came after everyone was dead who was gonna die --
and the scum started rearing their ugly heads.  I can't count
the number of tin-shit little wannabe dictators who popped up on
the news in the last month.  Shit, I fought some of them -- I
was in the National Guard when all the shit started, a Military
Policeman.  In my civilian life, I taught English to high school
kids, but I was a weekend warrior for most of my adult life.
And when I figured out that I was an immune, I did the only sane
thing to do -- I dug a hole and pulled it in after me for two
weeks.

(Actually, I hid in the basement of the high school where I'd
taught, living off of canned food and dry stuff.  But you get
the idea.)

I came out when I hadn't heard any gunshots or explosions for
three days, figuring that meant things were as quiet as they
were likely to get in my neck of the woods.

(Note to readers?  If you have to go through an apocalypse, try
NOT to do it in a big city like Chicago, okay?  Bad karma!)

So I finally come out of my hidey-hole, late in August of 2018,
a 31 year old man in the ruins of a big fucking city -- and no
clear plan, not yet.  I had an idea -- but first I wanted to see
if I could find any people, preferably people I liked, to go
with me to my ideal destination.

Look, a big, empty city is a big, scary place.  If my guesses at
the start of this were right, and no one had died of anything
else, I was pretty much the only over-25 person in the city.  I
sure never saw anyone else over 16 -- not like I was there long.


And if my figures were right, there were maybe five or six
people between 16 and 25, a dozen from 11 to 15, and maybe 50-60
kids between 11 and . . . the youngest I saw who'd managed to
survive was five.

Yeah.  How's that for some depressing shit?

I came out the first time at about ten in the morning -- and I
saw nobody at all between then and when I stopped looking at
about seven at night.  I went back to my hidey-hole about half
out of my mind, scared I was the last guy left on earth, or some
shit like that.  I felt like what's-his-name -- the NRA guy,
Heston?  I felt like him in that old movie he did, "The Omega
Man."

I felt a little better after I ate (canned tuna on crackers, and
some canned spinach for the nutrition), and I sat and thought.
Even then, I knew that the odds for surviving the plague went
way up as age went down.  Most survivors were probably kids.
(Though I was thinking teens, really -- high school teacher,
remember?)

And kids . . . they wouldn't like the dark so much, and the
power had been off for days.  So . . . where could they go and
not be in the dark so much?

I didn't know -- but I knew how to find out.  I took my bicycle
(driving a car was not a good idea, with the number of wrecks in
the road) and biked the two miles to downtown Chi, where I spent
a couple of hours climbing stairs and looking down from
buildings, looking for light.  I figured, find light?  Find
kids.

I wasn't wrong -- but I didn't expect what I did find.

I was on the top of a thirty story office building when I saw
the light over near the Lake.  I took out a military compass
(and thanked my lucky stars that I'd been called up -- and smart
enough to keep all my issued stuff), and got a bearing on the
light, so I wouldn't lose it when I went down.  And going down?
Yeah, pretty sure I set a speed record for going down thirty
flights of stairs and *not* breaking any bones.

So I got outside, and I get to the edge of downtown, always
watching the compass -- and then I saw it.  Light!  Flickering
firelight, but light!

I started moving, pedaling my ass off on the off-road bike I'd
taken from a store, blinking only when I absolutely had to as I
went towards that beautiful light.

I got there -- or near there -- and lost it.  But by then I had
a good idea where it was, and I was pretty comfortable with
finding it.  Hell, I was making up the speech I'd give my fellow
survivors as I went!

Finally, I saw it again, my little, flickering light.  There it
was, through the wrought-iron gate of a mansion on Lake Shore
Drive, one of those places with a lawn measured in acreage and a
property value in the high seven figures.  Or even low eight
figures.

Down by the lake, between the back of the mansion and the lake,
I could see a couple of those torches you could spike into your
lawn burning merrily away.  And the gates were open . . . .

I parked my bike by the gate, and went in slow and quiet --
after all, this was a post-apocalypse scenario, no telling what
I might find.

The first odd thing was the way that the area near the garage
(eight CAR garage?!) had been made into a sort of parking lot
for semis -- eleven of them, and each one seemed to be a tanker
truck.  Once I smelled diesel fuel, I figured it out -- someone
had brought these here to fuel a generator, probably.  If it
wasn't working -- well, maybe the person who knew how hadn't
finished before they died, or it had stopped working after they
died.

So I started for the back of the house, moving all stealthy-
like, in case I found a bunch of psycho gang-bangers sitting
back there cleaning their guns and waiting to kill some poor,
good-hearted soldier boy.

I was almost to the corner at the back when I heard a high,
girlish laugh, and a girl said, "Oh, hey, that tastes good!"

"Do it!" a second voice said.  "Lick her, just like in the
movies!"

"Yeah," said a third voice.  "It feels . . .  really nice,
Katie.  Do it more!"

I froze where I was, and thought about what I had heard.  It
sounded like . . . well, like kids experimenting with sex.
Lesbian sex, and at a very young age -- the oldest of the girls
(the one who'd spoken last) sounded like a teenager, the other
two voices . . . not.

I peeked around the corner -- and I was lost in what I saw in
seconds.

There were several pieces of big, expensive lawn furniture on a
covered patio, with torches burning at each corner, and battery-
powered lanterns on two tables under the roof.  Sitting on the
porch, all totally nude, were three girls -- sisters, by the
look of them (and I was right about that).  I learned their
names and ages later, and I guessed the ages right, then -- so
I'll just tell you now that they were Sara, 13, Jenny, barely
11, and Katie, eight.

Even as I looked around the corner, eight year-old Katie was
flipping her long, black hair back over her shoulders, and
leaning in to start licking 13 year-old Sara's pussy again,
while 11 year-old Jenny started playing with herself, completely
blatantly.


All three girls were small and slender, with long, dark hair
(Jenny's a very dark brown, Sara and Katie's inky black, Sara's
in a ponytail), pale peach skin, and a few freckles on their
faces.  They all had wide, smiling mouths, cute noses (Sara's
actually just slightly upturned), and oval faces.  Sara had
green eyes, Jenny and Katie blue eyes.  Sara had a light dusting
of pubic hair, and breasts that were more small bumps in her
flesh, with bright pink nipples that seemed always to be hard.

And here was this tiny, eight year old beauty, lapping eagerly
at her barely-teenaged sister's almost hairless pussy, her own
completely bald little pussy aimed almost straight at my face .
. . .

My dick was hard enough to drive nails in about half a second.

(I never thought of myself as a pedophile -- I taught high
school, and sometimes had fantasies about some of the girls,
sure, but I only dated adult women -- but as of that moment, I
damn sure *was* a pedophile!)

I stared and barely breathed while this sweet little eight year-
old pressed her mouth to her oldest sister's beautiful little
pussy, her lips and tongue working against the labia and clit,
performing like she was in a porn movie -- and I remembered the
thing that 11 year-old Jenny had said -- "Lick her, just like in
the movies!"  These girls had found somebody's porn collection -
- probably their dad's -- and watched it because they could, and
they knew they weren't supposed to.  And then they'd wanted to
experiment . . . .

I glanced at Jenny, sitting on a lounger, slouched way down, one
hand rubbing between her legs with a surprising slowness, the
other rubbing slow circles on her stomach.  She was biting her
lip in a fashion that made me want to go grab her and kiss her,
and never mind anything else -- then the oldest, Sara, the one
who's pussy was being eaten, began to make low moaning sounds,
and said in a voice that managed to sound very seductive, "God,
Katie, don't stop, baby, please don't stop!"

I glanced back that way in time to see that Sara had one hand
tangled lightly in Katie's hair, holding her face in place,
while her other hand wandered back and forth between her
nipples, squeezing and rubbing.  I watched that action for a
moment, glanced back to see that Jenny had inserted two fingers
in her pussy and was pumping lightly, then looked back when Sara
began to cry out as she approached an orgasm.

Sara came *violently,* her hand on her breasts dropping down and
grabbing the cushion of the couch she was on and squeezing hard,
even as she held Katie's face between her legs more tightly --
not tightly enough to frighten the little girl, but tightly
enough to assure that that sweet little tongue wouldn't be
leaving Sara's clit anytime soon.

Then *Jenny* started making "I'm-coming" noises, too -- and I
felt like a man trying to watch a tennis match as my eyes went
back and forth between the two mind-bogglingly sexy scenes.

After a long moment, Sara's orgasm hit her full-force, and her
body began to ripple from head to toe as she came.  Katie,
either because of Sara's hand in her hair or because she'd seen
it in the movies they'd watched, kept her mouth diligently on
her sister's pussy, her tongue flickering constantly over her
clit.

Jenny came then, her body making those same wavelike ripples
that her older sister's had, and she made no secret of her
pleasure, crying loudly, "Oh, God!  OH, GOD!"

Then it seemed to be over -- for a second.  Right up until
Katie, emulating what she'd evidently seen in porn movies,
climbed up to straddle Sara's lap, and began tongue-kissing her
sister, while Sara was busy trying to lick her own pussy juices
off of Katie's face.

Then Jenny dropped on the couch next to Sara, grabbed her
sister's budding breast, and when Sara turned to face her, gave
the oldest girls an awkward, but passionate (and painfully HOT)
kiss.  This turned into a three way kiss, as little Katie
refused to be left out.

After a couple of minutes of kissing and petting (I damn near
came when Jenny reached down and rubbed Katie's bald little-girl
pussy), Katie drew herself back a little and looked at Sara.

"Will you eat my pussy now, Sara?" Katie asked.

"Hell, yes!" Sara said.  "Jenny, once I've eaten Katie's pussy,
which one of us do you want to eat you?"

"I don't care!" Jenny whimpered.  "I just want my pussy licked!
And to lick you guys' pussies!"

"Hell, yeah," Sara said, and tongue kissed both girls as she
slid Katie off of her lap and got to her knees before the little
girl, spreading her legs and leaning down to kiss that little
baby pussy (eliciting a surprisingly adult moan from Katie)
before she lifted her mouth to continue.  "Hell yeah -- we're
gonna all eat each other lots!"

And with that, Sara pressed her face into eight year old Katie's
crotch, and started eating her baby sister's pussy with a
ferocity and delight that were evident in every line of her
body.  Sara's sweet little heart-shaped ass was pointed mostly
towards me, and I could see that she'd started fingering herself
almost as soon as she'd started eating Katie out.  In the
meantime, Jenny, not wanting to be left out of this new game,
was tongue-kissing little Katie with ever-increasing passion and
skill, sometimes pausing to suck on the little girl's tongue, or
stick her tongue out to be sucked on.

After a couple of minutes of this, Katie ducked her head after
breaking a kiss, and sucked on one of Jenny's nipples -- and
Jenny moaned aloud and grabbed Katie's head, held it there, and
turned to give Katie easier access.  After a moment of this,
Jenny grabbed Katie's hand and pulled it between her legs, her
own fingers guiding her sister's in their playing for a moment,
before Katie got the idea and started rubbing Jenny's clit in
tight little circles while she sucked on her nipples.

And Sara was still eating Katie's pussy with a will, tonguing
that baby clit eagerly and happily, two fingers buried in her
own pussy and pumping in and out almost frantically while she
did it.  Even from my hiding place, I could see that Katie's
pussy was wet, far wetter than her sister's mouth could account
for.  I remembered something I'd learned in college, that the
human body is capable of sexual response and orgasm pretty much
from birth, even before birth -- puberty only changed the
mechanics of orgasm a little, and made it more intense.

And Katie was approaching an orgasm -- hell all three of them
were ready to come, if the sounds they were making indicated
anything.

Katie came first, making a monstrously sexy little shrieking
noise around Jenny's nipple, which she did not stop sucking on.
Her body did the same little ripple-wave thing that her sisters'
bodies did when she came, just not as emphatic or prolonged.
Sara, delighting visibly in making her sister come, came next,
making a high-pitched moaning noise without lifting her mouth
from Katie's pussy -- and the vibration of that moaning
apparently sent Katie into a second orgasm -- and that sent
Jenny into hers, a rippling, shrieking thing and she clutched
Katie's head to her nipple and jerked her pussy against her baby
sister's hand.

After a moment of slow, gentle lapping on Katie's pussy, Sara
lifted her head from between her youngest sister's legs -- and
Jenny promptly grabbed Sara's  head and kissed her, then lapped
Katie's pussy juices off of her face eagerly, sending all three
of them into a fit of giggling -- which ended when they began
kissing each other passionately again, stroking each other's
nipples and pussies, and generally making out like a bunch of .
. . well, porn starlets.

After a couple of minutes of this, Sara stood up and said, "Wait
right here you guys -- I got an idea."

Sara went to the sliding doors into the house and opened them --
and I got a surprise.  Warm electric light spilled out, where
there had been only blackness before.  Apparently, someone had
blacked out the windows on the place, not wanting to attract
attention.  My respect for whoever had set this place up went up
a notch, and it was already pretty high.

Sara was only inside a couple of minutes, and when she came back
out, she was dragging an already-inflated king-sized air
mattress, which she dropped on the smooth-cured concrete of the
patio, then said, "Now we can all be comfortable while we have
sex!"

"And do more at once," Jenny said.  "Cool!"

"Come lay down, Jenny," Sara said.  "I wanna eat your pussy!"

Jenny was on her back on the air mattress in about half a
second, and Sara smiled, kissed her middle sister, then moved
down to suck on Jenny's nipples as Katie came over and lay
beside Jenny, started kissing her and sucking on her lips and
tongue.

Soon I was treated to a site that I'd never, ever expected to
see in my life; a 13 year old girl, small and slender for her
age, eating out her 11 year old sister, likewise small and
slender for her age, while their eight year old sister (merely
slender, about right height-wise for her age) knelt over the 11
year-old's face, so that she could have her baby pussy eaten.
Add in that the eight year old was reaching down to rub and play
with the 11 year-old's nipples, and the 13 year-old was playing
with herself vigorously . . . it's a fucking wonder I didn't
come in my pants.  (And if I'd so much as *touched* my cock, I'm
pretty sure I *would've* come in about a half a second!)

So I watched, standing motionless, not daring to rub my cock
even through my fatigues, because I knew I'd come, and probably
make a noise when I did -- and I did *not* want this to end!

After they'd all come while playing that way (and that didn't
take long -- these girls were like nitroglycerine firecrackers,
ready to go off at a moment's notice), there was another of
those achingly beautiful three-way necking sessions -- then
Jenny lay down again, this time with Sara over her face, rocking
and grinding her pussy down on Jenny's mouth, while Katie buried
her face between Jenny's legs and ate her pussy.  And like
Sara's before, Katie's sweet little butt was pointed at me
enough that I could see her hand between her legs, playing with
her pussy eagerly.

I wanted very badly to go over there, lay down on my back, push
my head between Katie's legs, and pull that sweet little pussy
down on my mouth -- but I didn't dare.

Instead I watched, and my dick got so hard that I'm pretty sure
it would have cut diamond.

Again, all three girls came quickly (and violently, in both
Sara's and Jenny's case), and they simply necked for a few
minutes, kissing, touching and caressing each other in a fashion
that was blatantly sexual, yet somehow still very sisterly.

"You guys want to try more stuff from the movies?" Jenny asked.
"Other ways of doing the stuff -- you know, different
positions?"

"Okay," Katie said.  "What positions?"

"I think I know what you mean, Jenny," Sara said, smiling and
tongue-fucking Jenny's mouth for a moment.  "All three of us, I
think -- maybe you and I could do it like they did in that last
one, but Katie's too short for that."

"Okay!" Jenny said, and rolled to her side.  "Sara, your turn to
eat my pussy!"

"Hell, yeah," Sara said, lying on her side and pushing Jenny's
upper leg up so that she could get at the younger girl's pussy.
"Katie, lay down so that Jenny can lick you, and you can lick
me.  In a triangle, like, see?  Remember that one we watched
with the three girls?"

"Yeah-huh," Katie said, positioning herself quickly.  "This is
fun!  I wonder why grown ups don't want us to do this stuff."

"I don't know," Jenny said, her lips a fraction of an inch from
Katie's pussy.  "And I don't care.  I never want to stop!"

I stood there and I watched as those three beautiful little
girls did a miniature daisy-chain, and even though my view
wasn't as good as I would have liked (all I could see clearly
was Katie's oral assault on Sara's pussy), my cock stayed hard
enough to drive fence-posts.

They'd just all three finished their orgasms and gone into what
I later came to think of as "cool-down licks" when the damned
dogs showed up.

I'd seen a lot of dogs, and learned that most of them were to be
avoided.  Some were still friendly, but most were too hungry to
remember that humans were the bosses, the ones who could give
them food.  None had attacked me, but several packs (and you
rarely saw single dogs anymore -- mostly just packs) had
followed me at various points during the day, and one large pack
(about 12 dogs) I'd had to drive away with a shot in the air
from my M-16.  (I told you, I kept my Guard-issued stuff, and
you'd better believe that the M-16 was pretty much the prize of
that collection!)

So there I am, leaning against the house, one eye cocked around
the corner to watch these three little girls play at incestuous
lesbianism -- and a pack of five big dogs comes up behind me and
they all start barking.

Of course I jumped -- and away from the dogs, of course -- which
(also of course) translated to "around the corner" . . . and
into plain sight of the three girls.

At first, they didn't see me.  As soon as the dogs started
barking, Sara got up and made for the little table beside the
grill, where she picked up a cap gun that had been set there --
probably with exactly this scenario in mind -- and fired it
three times, rapidly.  The dogs turned tail and ran -- and Sara
saw me standing there in my Battle Dress Uniform (hereafter
referred to as BDUs), M-16 slung over my shoulder, pistol on my
belt -- and bulge in my pants, as well as dark spot on the front
from all the pre-come I'd leaked while watching her and her
sisters make love.

"Uh, hi?" Sara said, looking a mixture of scared and
embarrassed.  "Um, you -- we, uh -- are you a good guy?"

"I won't hurt you," I said.  "I'm a good guy.  I'm Jordan.
Jordan White."

"Are you . . . are you in the Army?" Sara asked.

I found myself incredibly impressed that this girl could think
to ask questions under the circumstances -- and more than a
little turned on by the way that she made no effort at *all* to
cover herself.  For that matter, neither did her sisters, though
they'd both sat up and put their arms around each other.

"I was in the National Guard, yeah," I admitted.  "I don't think
there *is* a National Guard, now -- but I kept the stuff.  It's
useful.  And the clothes are comfortable."

"Yeah, I guess."  Sara looked at me, and for a moment, I saw not
the little sex-monkey she'd been since I first laid eyes on her,
but a scared, lonely-for-a-grown-up little girl.  "Will you help
us?  You know . . . take care of us?  Keep us safe?"

"If that's what you all want," I said gently, "then yes, I
will."

Sara jumped forward and hugged me, then, and it was all I could
do not to just reach down and grabbed that tight, sweet little
ass and squeeze -- but the teacher in me took over, and I just
hugged her, held her, let her cry -- and she did cry, not in
fear, but relief.

Then the other two joined in, and I had three naked little girls
hugging me, being hugged by me -- and Sara noticed my erection.

Sara pulled back just a little -- my cock was still pressing
against her stomach, but more lightly, now -- and looked down at
the tent in my pants, then back up at my face.

"How long you been watching, Mr. White?" she asked.

"Jordan," I said.  "Call me Jordan, all of you.  And I've been
here . . . well, pretty much since you started.  I should've --"

"You aren't gonna make us stop doing it, are you?" Jenny asked,
sounding worried, almost panicked.  "You won't tell us we can't
do sex anymore, will you?"

"No, I won't tell you that," I said soothingly.  "Everything's
different now than it was when people would've wanted to make
you stop."

"And besides, he liked watching us," Sara said.  "Look at his
pants, Jenny -- his dick's all big, and he shot stuff watching
us."

"No, that's just the stuff that leaks . . . you know, before you
come," I said, blushing furiously.  "Or maybe you don't know."

"Pre-come, right?" Sara said.  "That's what it's called.

"Oh -- and I'm Sara Gibson.  These are my sisters, Jenny and
Katie."

"Hi," I said awkwardly.  My arms were still around the girls,
and Sara's belly was still pressing lightly against my dick.
"Um, how old are you girls?"

"I'm 13," Sara said.  "Jenny's 11 -- her birthday was last week
-- and Katie's eight."

"Happy late birthday, Jenny," I said reflexively.

"Thanks," Jenny said.  "So . . . you're gonna stay with us?
Take care of us and stuff?"

"I am," I said.  "Until you three want me to leave."

"Okay," Jenny said.  "But . . . we still got food and stuff, but
we don't really know how to cook.  Can you cook?"

"I can cook," I said.  "Are you girls hungry now?"

"No, we had burgers and fries from the microwave earlier."
Jenny looked me over.  "Are you hungry?"

"I'm fine," I said.  "I ate a couple of hours ago."

"Okay, so let's go inside," Jenny said.  "I don't like the dogs,
we don't stay out after they start coming around."

"All right," I said.  "Want me to get the mattress?"

"I got it," Sara said.  "Katie, get the door."

I followed them into the house, and the warm magic of electric
lights.  The patio doors led into a living room, and it looked
like the girls had been living in here, pretty much.  A pile of
blankets and pillows on the floor showed why the air mattress
was here and inflated; they'd been cuddling together for
comfort.

"Um, should we . . . get dressed?" Sara asked, blushing to her
waist.

"That's up to you," I said, trying to sound casual.  "You're all
beautiful, and I like looking at you, but I am pretty much a
stranger, so if you want to get dressed, I'll understand."

"You're sweet," Jenny said.  "But I'm not putting clothes on --
you already saw us eating each other's pussies, so getting
dressed is kind of stupid.

"But I think you should get naked, too.  Since we are, and
stuff."

"Jenny!" Sara said.  "He probably doesn't want to get
undressed!"

"I don't mind," I said very carefully.  "But if any of you do,
that's cool."

"I wanna see Jordan naked!" Katie said immediately

"Well . . . yeah," Sara said, blushing darker.  "Me too.  So you
know, if you wanna get naked with us . . . ."

"All right," I said.  "But . . . one rule, and it's not about
being naked.  Nobody touches the guns, no matter what, until
I've had a chance to teach you how to handle them safely.  Not
even picking them up just to look, okay?"

All three girls nodded, and I looked around for a moment, then
chose a high shelf on the entertainment center to put both guns
on -- as well as the four tear gas grenades I had with me.

Then I stayed there, kept my back to the girls -- so they
wouldn't see my hands shake, not because I didn't want them
looking at me -- and stripped.  Once I was naked, my bare feet
delighting in the luxuriously deep shag carpet, I forced my
hands to stop shaking . . . and turned around.

The girls were about five feet away, Jenny and Katie on either
side of Sara, and all were looking anticipatory as I turned and
stood before them.  All three stared blatantly at my dick for a
minute, before Sara finally gave me a long looking over.

I stand five-ten in my bare feet, and weigh in at 165, no extra
body fat.  My muscle tone is good -- comes from being a
dedicated martial artist, I'd started karate lessons at 12 and
never stopped since (I had my sixth degree black belt), and I'm
pretty well built -- I knew that.  My face was nothing
spectacular -- no Brad Pitt look-alike here -- but I had been
called handsome more than a few times in my life.  I liked my
face -- mostly angular, with strong cheekbones, and what my
sister had always called a "hero-jaw" -- strong and visible.  My
hair was light blond, and I had gone pale with no sun over the
last two weeks.  I had almost no body hair, just a light dusting
on my chest and arms.

And my cock, the thing that they'd all stared at first, and
Jenny and Katie were still staring at, was pretty much average -
- six inches when hard, a little on the slender side, but not
much, and my pubic hair was fairly sparse, too.

"Yum," Sara said.  "You're all ripped out and hot, Jordan."

"Thanks," I said, my voice a little uneven.  "You all know
you're beautiful, I said that already.  But . . . yeah, you're
all gorgeous!"

"Can I touch it?" Jenny said in a voice that was barely above a
whisper.  "Can I touch your dick, Jordan?"

"We should probably talk about some stuff first," I said in a
*wildly* unsteady voice -- I hadn't been all around the vocal
scale like that since my voice changed.

"Like what?" Jenny asked, one hand moving between her legs and
beginning to rub, while the arm she had around Sara's waist
dropped so that she could cup and squeeze her sister's ass --
which Sara visibly liked.

"Well, first, whether or not Sara approves," I said.  "She's the
oldest, and she gets to make some decisions because of that."

"She can touch it," Sara said.  "I mean -- if we all can, she
can!"

"No problem there, then," I said.  "The other things . . . you
touch me, I get to touch you the same way.  You touch my cock, I
get to touch your pussy.  Any of you -- you touch me, I get to
touch you.  Okay?"

"Okay!" all three girls said.

"And . . . well, if things go that far, you know, to where . . .
well, I can't get you pregnant," I said.  "Even you, Sara, and
I'll bet you've started your periods."

"Uh-huh," she said.  "In fact, mine just ended yesterday.  How
come you can't get me pregnant?"

"I had my appendix bust a few years back," I said.  "I almost
died, but they got me fixed in time to save my life.  But I ran
a really high fever for a while, and that made me sterile --
made it so I can't make babies at all.  Everything else, I can
do -- but not that part."

"Okay, so we don't even need to worry about that, cool," Sara
said.  "So . . . we can touch it?"

"I want you to," I said.  "But . . . I haven't had a real bath
or shower in days -- could I take a shower?  Or do you have hot
water?"

"Yeah, we got hot water and power and stuff," Sara said.
"Before he died, Daddy said we should be okay until the middle
of October, anyway, with all the trucks of gas out there."

"I'm sorry about your dad," I said.  "My parents are dead, too -
- they died pretty early, they were probably older than your dad
and mom."

"Thanks," Sara said.  "It was a while ago, though -- we're
mostly okay now.

"Anyway, yeah, you can have a shower.  Just . . . you know,
hurry?  We all want to . . . do stuff with you.

"Bathroom's down the hall, first door on the right.  Towels are
in the closet behind the door."

"I won't be long," I said, my dick throbbing over the sexy
little hitch in her voice when she'd said they wanted to do
stuff with me.  "Oh -- where's your washer and dryer?  I should
wash my stuff, so when I do get dressed later, it's clean."

"I'll show you," Sara said.  "It's easier than trying to tell
you."

She showed me where the washer and dryer were located, and I
tossed my stuff in to wash, all of it, then went to shower.

In the shower, the first thing I did was get a few minutes of
cold -- just so I could wash my dick without coming all over the
place.  Then I did soap up my crotch, still with the cold water
going, before I finally set it to hot and finished getting
clean.  I didn't hurry, much though I wanted to -- because I was
trying really hard to figure out why I wasn't trying to talk
myself out of going out and having whatever sex they'd let me
with three girls, the oldest of whom was still younger than the
kids I'd taught not that long ago.

And I *wasn't* trying to talk myself out of it.  At all.  Hell,
I was planning on getting whatever they'd give me, from as many
as would give it.  And I didn't feel even the tiniest twinge of
guilt.

They wanted it.  They'd been having sex with each other before
I'd revealed myself.  They'd asked me to strip.  They'd brought
up touching my cock.  They'd wanted that, and to continue their
incestuous sex besides.  And when I'd brought up at least the
possibility of fucking at least Sara, she'd seemed . . .
interested to the point of being eager.  And Jenny . . . that
girl seemed half out of her mind with wanting as much sex as she
could get.  From her sisters, and from the way she'd stared at
me (and been the first to bring up touching my dick), from me.

So . . . yeah.  I wanted it.  They wanted it.  Different rules,
now -- I had no illusions on that score.  And with the foresight
I'd had in stocking my hidey-hole . . . well, I'd been in the
Guard, and I'd known where the keys to the armory were.  In the
basement of the high school where I'd taught sat a shitload of
weapons I'd liberated from the National Guard armory.  So I was
a well armed man, capable of defending the girls, and I knew how
to defend them.  And defend them I would -- and never mind the
sex.  If they changed their minds between now and the time I got
out there, didn't want any sexual contact with me, I'd still
defend them.

That made me feel better about the whole situation -- knowing
that I was that much of an honorable man was a comfort -- and I
finished my shower without feeling guilty about not feeling
guilty.

I got out, dried off, and headed back out to the laundry room,
my cock back at full attention, and put my clothes in the dryer
so that when ever I felt like getting dressed again (hopefully
not before morning!), they'd be ready.  Then I went back to the
living room to see about getting laid by three very hot little
girls.

They were lying together on the air mattress, all on their
bellies, side by side with Katie in the middle, watching
something on the TV -- a porn video, to my total lack of
surprise.  The subject matter, though, was a surprise -- and a
huge turn on.

A hot-looking blond woman in her middle-to-late twenties was on
screen, kneeling before a man with what looked like a pretty
average-sized cock, and giving him a wet, energetic blowjob.
Her hands were not touching him, one was between her own legs,
playing with herself, and the other was fondling her own
breasts.  The guy had one hand in her hair and was either
controlling her energetic bobbing, or just letting her do the
controlling and riding with it -- hard to tell, you know?

After about a minute of this, the guy started making some
inarticulate groaning sounds, and I knew he was about to get a
load off.  I waited for the facial cumshot, trying to figure out
what to say to Sara, Jenny and Katie about how I'd rather they
swallowed -- and the guy stiffened, groaned, and shot his load
in the woman's mouth.  She took it, pulled away to show the
camera that she had it in her mouth -- then closed her mouth and
swallowed with visible relish, before taking the cock in her
mouth again and sucking it clean.  She then faced the camera and
spoke.

"That's how it's done, ladies," the presumed porn star said.
"Never mind what you see in the movies -- that's what men want
to *see,* maybe, but that's not what they want when it's their
dick being sucked, or at least not all that many of them.

"For most guys, the five things that go into a perfect blowjob
are: Number one, suck it -- don't just hold it in your mouth,
suck that cock like it's your favorite flavor popsicle, and keep
your tongue moving.

"Number two, no hands.  Just your mouth, girls -- that makes him
know you *want his cock in your mouth.*

"Number three, wet and sloppy.  If you don't care about getting
messy, that means you *do* care about making him feel good.  And
wet . . . hey, if you're salivating over it, you must really
want it, right?

"Number four, energetic -- lots of bobbing up and down, and
twisting your head -- and keep that tongue going, too.  That
gives him a variety of sensations, and variety is what it's all
about, right?  And if you want to let him control your bobbing,
that'll make it even better for him.

"And number five -- and this is important, and forget what you
see in the movies, ladies -- *swallow!*  Let him come in your
mouth, and don't spit it out -- why would you, it tastes great!
Swallow that come!  Gulp it down, it's tasty, and hey, it's
easier than making a protein shake!

"There you have it, ladies -- how to give the perfect blowjob.

"See you next time, when I'll show you how to eat pussy like a
devout lesbian!"

Sara rolled over, looked at me (she'd seen me reflected in the
TV screen, known I was there) and asked, "So, is she right,
Jordan?  Is that what guys want?  Those five things, I mean?"

"I can't speak for other guys," I said, "but that sounds pretty
perfect to me."

"Okay, then we know what to do, right, girls?" Sara asked.

"Yeah-huh," Katie said.

"Oh, yeah," Jenny said.

"Who gets to go first?" Katie asked.

"Um, Jordan, who do you want to do sex stuff with first?" Sara
asked.

"All of you," I said, grinning.  "Seriously, I could never
decide -- you're all gorgeous, and I want you all."

"Okay, we match for it," Sara said.  "Then the losers play
'rock-paper-scissors' for who goes second."

The girls sat up and made fists, pumping them up and down as
Sara chanted, "One, two, three!"

On three, Sara and Katie stuck out three fingers -- and Jenny
stuck out two.

"Yay!" Jenny said.  "Me first!"

A moment later, Katie looked sadly at her "scissors fingers" and
Sara shook her "rock fist" in victory.

"Can we watch while you're doing stuff with Jenny?" Sara asked.

"Of course," I said.  "At least, if Jenny doesn't mind.  After
all, I like watching you three together.  Only fair to let you
watch."

"I don't mind," Jenny said.  "I want them to see."

"Okay," I said.  "One thing, girls . . . before any of us do
anything . . . if any of you want to stop, at any time, you
promise to tell me -- and I'll promise to stop."

All four of us promised everything, and then I said, "Now, is
there anything that any of you don't want to do that you know
about already?  So I don't ask about it, or start to do it?"

"Butt-fucking," Jenny said immediately.  "That's just gross.  I
don't want your dick where my poop goes, I'd never want to touch
it again."

"Yeah, that is gross," Sara agreed.  "I don't want to do that
either."

"Me, either," Katie said.  "And the one girl in that movie with
the butt-stuff, she acted like it hurt a lot."

"Okay, that's fine," I agreed honestly.  "I don't want to do
that anyway.  I'm with you on the whole butt-sex thing.

"Anything else you don't want to do?"

"I don't think so," Sara said.  "Not that we saw in any of
daddy's movies, anyway.  Most of them were about girls with
girls and girls sucking guys dicks anyway -- and we all wanna do
all that."

"And fucking!" Katie said.  "I want to be fucked!"

I almost came right then.

"Yes, we all want to fuck," Sara said.  "So . . . will you want
to eat our pussies?"

"God, *yes!*" I said.  "I've wanted to since I saw you doing it
for each other!"

"Okay, sit on the couch," Jenny said to me.  "I want to get sexy
with you."

I dropped to the couch, and Jenny moved to kneel beside me,
raised up on knees and kissed me in the most frankly sexual way
I'd ever been kissed.  Her tongue was in my mouth a microsecond
after her lips touched mine, flickering over my tongue, swirling
around it.  I sucked that tiny, wet little thing for a moment,
and Jenny moaned and started thrusting it in and out of my
mouth.  After a moment of this, she withdrew her tongue, and
sucked on mine when I sent it into her mouth.

In the middle of that, her hand closed around my dick firmly --
almost too firmly -- and she stroked it a little awkwardly.
Immediately, my left hand went from her back to her butt,
cupping and squeezing -- and my right hand came around and
slipped between her legs to feel that tiny, hairless pussy.  She
was wet already, and her tiny little lips were puffy with
anticipation, her clit protruding just the tiniest bit.  When my
finger brushed her clit, Jenny moaned, and squeezed my dick
while she pumped it.

"Oh, god," Jenny whimpered.  "Jordan, I love your dick!"

"And it loves you!" I assured her, making all three girls
giggle.  "Honey, can I play with you for a minute?  I want to
just play with your pussy, and if you're playing with my cock, I
won't be able to concentrate to do it."

"Okay," Jenny moaned, her hand leaving my dick.  "But after you
make me come, I'm gonna want to do it that way for you."

"Good," I said.  "Here, let's get you situated."

I picked her up -- she didn't weigh anything at all, really,
maybe seventy or seventy-five pounds -- and turned her so the
she was straddling my lap, facing away from me.  I slouched some
as I did so, so I could get her stretched out, and once I had
her in position, I put the first two fingers of my right hand
over her clit, and began moving, sliding that wet, slippery
little nub up and down in the valley made by my fingers.  At the
same time, I put the first two fingers of my left hand in her,
finding her tight, but not even close to too tight, and started
pumping lightly.  With her so small, and me having what my Mom
always called "pianists fingers," long, slender and mobile, I
knew that Jenny didn't have a cherry.

"What happened to your hymen?" I asked her softly.

"I broke it in ballet class," Jenny whimpered.  "Stretching."

"We all had ballet, and that happened to us all," Sara said.
"Mom freaked some, when it happened to me -- thought the teacher
had been molesting me or something.  By the time it happened to
Katie, Mom was sending a pad with her to class to avoid the mess
and embarrassing parts."

"Good, then it won't hurt when I put it in you," I said.  "If I
do, if you want that, I mean."

"You're gonna fuck me!" Jenny said.  "I want you to fuck me!"

"Good," I said, licking the side of her throat.  "Good, baby --
because I *want* to fuck you!"

Jenny came then, about pinching the two fingers I had in her
pussy off, and writhing and squirming on my lap.  She seemed
surprised when I didn't stop or even slow down, but kept right
on pumping my fingers into her and playing with her little clit,
changing the motion there to a slow circular motion with the
tips of my fingers.

"I came, you can stop," Jenny said -- then added hastily, "if
you want to, I mean."

"I don't want to," I said loud enough that both her sisters
could hear.  "See, I know that girls can come more than boys --
and I like making you come, sweetie.  So I'm not going to stop
just yet."

"Thank you!" Jenny groaned, and leaned around and tilted her
head so she could kiss me.  "Thank you, Jordan!"

"You're welcome, Jenny."  I thrust my tongue into her mouth, let
her suck it for a moment.  "You're very welcome, honey."

I made Jenny come three times, before I stopped, took my hands
away from her pussy -- and licked them clean eagerly, relishing
the taste of her sweet little pussy -- and it *was* sweet, or at
least sweeter than that of any other pussy I'd ever tasted.
Still salty, still very much like pussy -- but with a hint of
sweetness to it.

"Oh, fuck," Jenny whimpered.  "Jordan, I love you!"

"Thank you, Jenny," I said.  "And I love you, too."

I was totally unsurprised to find that I meant it.  Completely
and without reserve.

"I love all three of you," I said, looking at the other two (who
were sitting and fingering each other while they watched me play
with their sister).  "I love you all."

"Love you, Jordan," Sara said, smiling at me sweetly.

"I love you, too," Katie said.  "You're cool."

"Can I play with your dick now?" Jenny asked.  "Please?"

"Well, sweetie," I said, "Guys can't come as much as girls do,
you know.  And I want to save coming with you, with all of you,
for things that feel best -- not just hands, but mouths and
pussies.  So if you want to play a little, that's fine -- but
will you stop if I ask you to?"

"Okay," Jenny said, and turned to kiss me more easily (and
emphatically) than she could facing away from me.  "I'll stop
when you say.  And I'll suck it for you, too -- that looks like
fun."

"It is, for me at least," I assured her.  "And the women I've
been with all liked it."

(True.  I had a very "up front" policy about women I dated.  I
told them up front what I wanted from them, if things got to the
point where the relationship got sexual, and asked them to tell
me the things they wanted from me.  It avoided a lot of
problems, and I'd always figured that if a woman was too uptight
to talk about it, she was too uptight for me.  So all the women
I'd had sex with had been perfectly willing to blow me, and
seemed to enjoy it.)

Jenny's little hand stroked my dick lightly, caressing up and
down the shaft, squeezing at various points along the length,
watching me and listening to the sounds I made to see what felt
best for me.  After three or four minutes of this, I had to ask
her to stop, and she did so immediately.

"Should I suck it now?" she asked eagerly.

"Not just yet," I said, panting a little from the sheer nearness
of my orgasm.  "I won't last five seconds before I come, if you
put your mouth on it now.

"How about you let me eat you first, sweetie?"

"Okay!" Jenny enthused.  "Should I lay down, sit down -- or sit
on your face?"

"Sit on the couch, Jenny," I said, sliding off to kneel in front
of her.  "Then slide forward to the edge, and I'll eat you."

Jenny did as I told her, and did it fast, throwing her legs wide
open, and looking at me hopefully.  I chuckled, leaned forward,
and kissed that sweet, under-developed pussy, relishing the
slightly sweet wetness of her, the sheer *smallness* of this
tiny little pussy, and thought, *From normal sexual man to total
pedophile in record time!*

(I was wrong about that, I discovered -- later.  I wasn't a
complete pedophile, attracted to only little girls -- I was just
attracted to girls of all ages.  Well, from about five up,
anyway.)

I decided to give Jenny the full treatment, to show her that I
knew how to eat a pussy, and went to town.  My mouth could cover
all of that sweet little pussy, and I did just that, pressing my
tongue against her lips and clit, then dragging it slowly up and
narrowing the contact, until the tip of my tongue was flickering
lightly over her sweet little clit.  Jenny arched into my mouth,
pressing me up -- and she screamed-groaned in delight, and came
right then.

I didn't stop, didn't slow down, just kept eating her, dancing
my tongue over her clit, sliding it down the caress her puffy
little lips, pressing it in, sucking with my whole mouth.  I'd
purse my lips and suck just her clit, then widen my focus and
suck her whole pussy.  The thing that she loved most, though,
that I came back to every time she got close to coming, knowing
that it would send her over the edge and up to new heights of
pleasure, was curling my tongue into a tube around that perfect
little clit and pressing and sucking at the same time.

After her third screaming orgasm, I decided she'd had enough for
now.  I lapped lightly at her lips a few times as she came down,
then lifted my mouth and kissed her mouth, delighting at the way
she suddenly seemed to be trying to suck my tongue off, and the
way she obviously loved the taste of her own little pussy,
licking avidly at my face to get all of her juices off of me.

"Oh my GOD!" Jenny said, after we broke, and while I was sucking
on her sweetly hard little nipples.  "Oh, Sara, Katie, he really
knows how to eat pussy *good!*"

"We could tell," Katie said, giggling -- and moaning a little as
Sara kept the two fingers she had in her little sister's pussy
working.  "You get loud when you come, Jenny."

"I think that's sexy, though," Sara said.  "And Katie, we all
get kind of loud."

"Jordan, can I suck your dick now?" Jenny whimpered.  "Please,
can I suck your dick and make you feel good?"

"Yes, honey," I said.  "Please!"

"Do you want to stand up or sit down?" Jenny asked.  "Or lie
down?"

"I'll sit," I said.  "If I stand . . . well, I expect to come so
hard I can't stand up after!"

"Okay," Jenny said, sliding off the couch while I took her
place.  "And I remember all the things the teacher-lady said in
the video, I promise I'll make it nice for you!"

"I doubt that you could make it bad, sugar," I said, and kissed
her hard.  "Now . . . suck it, baby, please!"

Just that fast, Jenny had her mouth on my cock, and I was lost
in the best blowjob of my entire life.

She didn't touch me with her hands, not at all.  One hand was on
her own pussy, rubbing and playing manically fast, while the
other rested on the edge of the couch to give her some more
stability as she sucked my cock so hard that I thought I was
going to turn inside out.

Jenny took about half of the length of my cock in her mouth, and
immediately, she started sucking *hard* -- almost too hard,
believe it or not.  At the same time, her tongue was swirling
around the head of my cock, and she was bobbing up and down
enthusiastically, not taking it real deep (not a problem, I
never found a woman gagging on my dick at all sexy), but bobbing
fast and furious on the length she did take.

And she was making it wet, too -- I swear, she really *was*
salivating hard, and swallowing the mix of saliva and pre-come
often.

I moaned, and Jenny looked up at me, my cock in her sweet little
mouth -- and smiled around my cock for a moment.

Then she took my right hand and placed it on the back of her
head, held it there for a moment before putting her hand back on
the edge of the couch to support herself.

I can take a hint -- and that was a hint that I was *hugely*
happy to take.  I started pushing her head down and letting up,
while she kept a constant, gentle upwards pressure on my hand --
and let me guide the speed and depth of her bobbing . . . just
like that woman in the video had said.

I managed not to lose control, to avoid forcing her too deep --
but that took an effort.  And I did make her go fast, faster
than she had been, even -- but she never seemed to mind at all,
just kept that sweet, little, wet mouth going, sucking me like
she thought her name was Hoover, her tongue going what felt like
mach two around and over my cock while she swallowed her own
saliva and my pre-come with an ever-increasing frequency.

Then she came, and Jenny came hard -- she'd been playing with
herself the whole time, and add in her excitement over this
forbidden activity, and that sweet little 11 year-old came like
a fucking space shuttle taking off.

She came -- and Jenny didn't know *how* to come quietly.  She
scream-moaned around my cock, the vibrations taking me to the
very edge of coming -- then sucked harder than ever, her tongue
accelerating its mind-boggling caresses, her mouth going a
little further down on my cock, a veritable flood of sensations
that took me so far over the edge that I could look down on the
Earth from orbit -- and I came.

I held her head down as deep as she could take my cock, and I
fired what felt like a full cup and a half's worth of come into
that sweet, eager little mouth.  She was too busy sucking and
working her tongue to swallow right away, and with my cock
pretty much filling her mouth, some of it overflowed, leaked out
of the corners of her mouth -- but not much, because Jenny,
sweet, dark-haired, lightly-freckled, 11 year-old Jenny gulped
down my come like a veteran streetwalker --

-- And *came again,* her hips thrashing violently as she
swallowed my load, eyes going out of focus, then drifting shut
as this second orgasm hit her.

And both of her sisters were right there, one on either side of
her, staring in fascination as she gulped almost convulsively
and sucked violently on my cock.

Then Jenny lifted her mouth off of my cock, her tongue
trailing off slowly as she looked at me and said, "Jordan, I
love sucking your dick -- and your come tastes *great!*"

"Let us taste!" Katie whimpered -- and licked up the stream that
had come out of the right side of Jenny's mouth when I
overflowed her, even as Sara did the same with the bit that had
come out of the left side of Jenny's mouth.

"Wow, that is good!" Katie said, smacking her lips a little.  "I
can't wait to suck your dick, Jordan."

"Me either," Sara said.  "I like the taste.  I can hardly wait!"

Jenny didn't say anything, just took my barely-softened dick
back in her mouth and sucked it completely clean, her eyes
drifting closed in ecstasy as she did so.

Then Jenny lifted her mouth from my cock, looked me in the eye,
and said in a voice that was riding the edge between calm
readiness and insane desire, "Fuck me now, Jordan?  Please?"