The Stowaway's Keeper
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Chapter 52: Deep Conversations and Throats
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 52: Deep Conversations and Throats - In the 80's, John was looking to go some place no one would know him. He was not planning on starting his new life with a 14 year old girl. She and her friends keep his life anything but mundane, despite his best intentions to keep it that way at his new home. Codes will change as story progresses.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Fiction Incest Brother Sister Humiliation Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Oral Sex Slow
With Dorothy gone, I left the two girls as footstools for another 30 minutes. I went in to get them both up. I lightly patted them on their asses, letting them know they were free to go do whatever they chose. When they left, it was getting late, and I needed to finish doing some cleaning that normally Cheryl would have done. But her punishment came first. I wouldn’t remove her blindfold just so that she could see to do her regular housework. I don’t know what the two did outside, but an hour and a half later, I had finished making dinner and had the table set. I went out and found them sitting on the chairs where Helen had run the ice cube over Cheryl’s clit and had pushed it up her hot twat. Having brought the two in and seated them at the table, I removed their hoods, but not the blindfolds beneath. I put plates of spaghetti with meat sauce in front of them. It was fun to watch the two girls. They had missed out on lunch and expended a lot of energy in sexual romps, trying to figure out first what food was on their plates. Then, how to get the spaghetti onto their dinner forks. It made dinner take twice as long as it likely should have, but it was worth the amusement factor, watching them.
After my dinner was finished, they didn’t say they wanted anything more to eat. So I pointed them at the living room, where I lightly swatted their asses as an indication to get out of my hair. They fumbled their way into the living room nude. There, they sat side by side on the couch with Helen’s hand resting on Cheryl’s shoulder. I cleaned up and got panties and pajamas from Cheryl’s room.
From behind, I took the earmuffs off first Cheryl and then Helen. I figured they needed to pull pajama tops over their heads, which wouldn’t work well with large muffs on their heads. But I left them with the earplugs in. After taking off the earmuffs, Cheryl asked, “Can we take out the earplugs too?”
Not giving her an answer or taking them out of her ears, she understood that they were to remain for a bit longer. I handed the three articles of clothing I had retrieved to the two naked teams. They again felt around, figuring out what had been put on their laps. I don’t think Cheryl meant to be a smart-ass when she said, “I don’t normally wear anything under my pajamas.” But it’s still earned her a slap on her upper arm, as her ass wasn’t available. Plus, I was not going to slap her tit like Dorothy had done to Helen. Once the pop had passed through the room, Cheryl said, “Ouch ... Okay, I’ll put them on. But I usually don’t wear them at all.”
Helen felt Cheryl’s jump. She said, “Wow, usually when I’m sleeping over here, it is like I am now. PJs will be a nice change of pace.” Her comment was clearly to mitigate anything that Cheryl might have said. As a way of getting her out of trouble. Again, it was fun watching them try to figure out what the front of both panties and pajamas were. Not leaving, they quickly slid the panties and bottoms past feet, calves, and asses. After sliding the tops over their heads, they remain curled up into each other, unable to talk and now covered. Bodies covered made the amount of time engaged in groping each other lower to almost zero.
When it came time for bed, I first lowered the lights in the room, knowing they hadn’t had light strike their eyes most of the day. The dimmed lights would give them time to adjust to the brightness of the standard lights. Behind Cheryl, I started to remove the blindfold. She jumped initially at my hands on the back of her head. When complete, I handed her the blindfold and indicated to her to take out her earplugs. After which, I did the same to Helen. With both of them able to see and hear, I told them, “Don’t lose those. You’re going to need them again tomorrow.”
They nodded meekly, due to having had a most unusual day. And they were not ready to talk in front of or to me. I said, “You two, it’s time to head back and go to bed. We’ll talk again tomorrow.” They got up and scurried into Cheryl’s room. It meant I was to have the bedroom to myself, as it should have been two nights before.
As the two whispered quietly to each other, so low that I couldn’t hear what they were saying, I wondered what was being said. I was curious if Helen told Cheryl all that had happened. But not hearing Cheryl’s voice, go up in shock and surprise, I guessed that Helen decided to keep the day’s adventures to herself for now.
I, too, went to bed but waited a few seconds just to make sure I was not followed by two teen girls. After twenty minutes I assumed they had decided to keep themselves as far from me as possible. Doing so would remove the possibility of receiving more punishment for breaking any rules of the house. I was sound asleep, but I woke to the creak of a floorboard at my bedroom doorway. I looked over at the clock, which displayed 3:00 a.m. I wondered who would be at my door at that hour. I rolled over and opened the top drawer of my side table. I didn’t reach in for the revolver, but I made it easily accessible to me.
Being fully awake, aware, and ready to move, I heard Helen’s timid and shaky voice say, “John, are you awake?” She said it twice, very softly. I got the feeling that if I weren’t awake, it would be just as good as if I were.
I quietly replied, “Yes, Helen. I’m awake. What’s up?”
Considering the hour of the morning, she was extremely polite with an unsure tenor, “Can I please come in for a minute? I want to talk with you.”
I feared she wanted to discuss the activities of the previous day, asking questions that neither she nor Cheryl needed to have answered. I answered with my own question, “Is Cheryl with you?”
Helen’s voice was no stronger: “No, it’s just me. I wanted to talk with you by myself. But if you don’t want to, its OK.”
She still sounded scared, and I wanted to alleviate that. A scared person is unpredictable in what they will do or say. And I had to be prepared, so it was best if I knew beforehand what I was up against. “That’s fine, as long as you’re still in all of your pajamas.”
She said, “Yes. I haven’t taken them off. Is that OK, or should I not have them on?”
“No, on is the preferred way, I replied. Though it was as close to a total lie as I think I could get.
Her body language was dejected and downtrodden as she watched her feet in the dark. She said, “Thank you,” and crossed the threshold of my bedroom door.
Her shadow trembled on our way to me. I pulled the sheets back for her in response and said, “Come on, climb in.” I was fairly comfortable with offering her to climb in, as I had also gone to bed in my usual loose-fitting sleep shorts.
Like a frightened bird, she asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I replied, reaching out a hand to her as well. She quickly took it and was up against me in a flash. She was still trembling while her covered tits were pressed to my bare chest, and her inner thigh was atop mine. A minute later, she was only slightly calmer when I asked, “So what is so important that you need to talk to me in the middle of the night?”
Helen hid her face in my bare chest. “I wanted to talk with you alone and not have Cheryl question me about it after. I’ll let Cheryl know that I talked to you alone later.”
“OK,” I said, stroking a hand up and down her back. It was an attempt to calm her. “And don’t ever hesitate to come talk to me about anything. I will keep your confidence.”
Helen brought her hand over to cover her already hidden face before quietly and unsurely saying, after a brief hesitation. “About last night...” She let the words hang out there like they were haunted.
I stepped into the silence she left and said, “I figured it would be about that or the incident today.”
I could feel the blush sweep over Helen at the mention of the day’s events. She said, “I haven’t quite come to grips with what happened today, but I have been turning the other night over in my head.”
I understood her quandary about the day’s activity and said, “So I can understand how today’s events may still leave you with some questions. And a day of not having any other input from around you left you time to run the whole thing over and over.”
Helen said, “It was kind of strange. To be able to run one of the events over and over in my head, not disturbed by outside distractions. And today’s will have to wait until I finish with the other night.” I waited silently for her further explanation.
Helen finally looked up at me. She had a pleading look about her in the shadows as she finally looked me in the eyes. She began with, “Well, first you need to know that the other night I wanted to do what we did. But it wasn’t really my idea. I’m not whining. I really did want to do that with you. Cheryl only made sure I didn’t chicken out on her idea. Because I was too afraid to try it on my own, Cheryl made sure I did it.”
I replied, “I kind of got that feeling from actual events. I know Cheryl was giving you directions on what you should be doing.”
Helen said, “Yes, and that’s just it; I should have told Cheryl no. So I really do want to apologize for not waking you up beforehand. But I really was afraid that you would say no to the whole thing. And Cheryl thought I should experience the feeling of having a penis in my mouth. Plus, what I should do when that eventuality actually occurs and I end up sucking on somebody’s penis.”
I thought it was interesting that she said “penis” instead of “dick.” When she paused, I filled in, “I understand the sentiment of wanting to know. But I’m not sure that it was necessarily the right venue for that. Most sex acts are something that usually occurs between two people. Not spurred on by a third person.”
“Yeah, that is kind of the second thing I wanted to talk to you about,” Helen said again, reverting to being lowly. But being early in the morning, I couldn’t figure out for the life of me what the second thing was that she felt she wanted to discuss. She had said she didn’t want Cheryl for the discussion, and she had already said she wasn’t really sure what she thought about that day’s activities.
“OK, like I said, you can talk to me about anything. So what’s the other thing that you are interested in talking about?” I asked.
She hesitated again. This time, her whole body quaked as she looked for the right words and courage to speak them. “I would like to try it again. But this time it will be one hundred percent of my own accord. And as you said, with just two of us here.”
Her comment was by far the most appealing idea of any I think I had heard in quite a while. Still, I said, “Helen, I don’t think that’s the best idea. It appears that you love Cheryl very much. How do you think she would feel knowing that you did such without her knowledge or talking to her about it? And what would it do to Cheryl’s and my relationship?”
Helen said, “I thought of that, but Cheryl doesn’t appear to have a problem with me trying new things. As long as I tell her about it, not necessarily beforehand, but at some point shortly after.”
I thought about what she said, and I had kind of noticed that as well. That Cheryl didn’t mind Helen and me doing things if she knew. I replied, “I guess that is true. Which is strange because she is not one to share. But either way, is it a good idea?”
Helen’s answer was again not what I expected: “I don’t know, but I am willing to risk it. Because there is something in me that I have to figure out. And again, you are the perfect person to figure it out with.”
I asked, “What is it that you’re trying to figure out exactly?”