The Missile 3
Copyright© 2026 by Zen Master
Chapter 7: What I Want
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7: What I Want - The third in a continuing series about how the Missile came to be the man we all know.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa GameLit
I checked back with the office at lunch time. They asked me to choose between Wednesday and Friday. Friday, please! They marked my note as approved for Friday, December 10th. That’s taken care of! I sent texts to Mom and Cindy.
Mr. Jeffreys had replied that he had ten 8’x1-1/2” practice staffs. Could I get some in different thicknesses? Also, would we need drinks, ice, etc.? I replied I would find out and get back to him.
That meant another trip out to the parking lot to call the BTF, the Birmingham Training Facility. This time I got Ron, one of the guys who had helped Jim at the Wednesday evening seminar. They had refrigerators and freezers, and would have cold water and assorted sodas for us. He wanted to know who we expected. I told him what little I knew, and he said the drinks would be free for any of us ‘New Class’ Weapons and at cost for others. There was budget for ‘you kids’ but not for any adults who showed up.
Next I asked about more staffs. We had no idea how many people we would get. Mr. Jeffreys had bought ten wooden rods for us, each 8’ long and 1-1/2” thick. They weren’t right, exactly, but they were good enough for early familiarization sessions. We really should have other sizes, but I couldn’t find them in the Gadsden area. Could he try to track down a selection from 1 inch all the way up to 2 and a half inches thick? We should have five or six of each size. I had no idea who to call about that.
He said he’d work on that, too. As long as they were intended for training and they would stay with us, ALPRA would buy them.
Last, eight feet was too long. That was fine for initial familiarization, but they should really be no longer than a foot taller than the user. Did they have a saw there that could cut them to length?
He said “This place has all kinds of shop equipment. I’ll send Rick to find a saw. If he can’t get one to work, we’ll buy one. We’ll use it here, I’m sure.”
And that was that. I sent a text to Mr. Jeffreys that ALPRA was taking care of staffs and drinks. Oh, and I’d be going to their house after school, to practice using the staffs. Because, you know, I might get hurt and Cindy was a Healer. I thought he’d get a laugh out of that.
Nothing else happened at school that day. I went out front after I gathered up what I needed, and this time I recognized the good-looking older woman in the full-sized pickup truck. I hopped in and said “Thanks, Nell!”
“You’re welcome, Sam.”
“You know, we really don’t know each other very well yet. I’m a fun-loving joker, like at dinner Friday night. Cindy was there when we set that up, and she was okay with it. Sally, though, I’m sure you could tell that she was ‘all in’ on doing it.”
Nell smiled. “That was pretty funny.”
“Thank you. But, I don’t know how YOU would deal with something like that. I mean, it’s not going to be long before my friends notice that I’m getting a ride from a good-looking older woman, and they’re gonna start giving me shit about it. I will probably tell them that I don’t actually have any idea who you are, but the sex is great.”
“Well, before long that statement will be half correct.”
“It is already half correct. Um, more on that later. Anyway, I’m sure you know that the stereotype pervert is an old man in a van with no windows, telling little girls that he has candy and asking if they want a ride. So, how would you deal with it if you’re at the school to pick me up, and I open the door and loudly ask ‘Hey, lady, you got any candy?’”
“Well, I’m not very worldly. I would have been very surprised if you hadn’t warned me. About like Aaron was, I guess.”
“Aaron?”
“Cindy’s father. Mr. Jeffreys.”
“Oh, right. I guess I could have figured that out, but no one has asked me to call him Aaron, yet.”
“I’d say that may not happen for a while.”
“Not while he’s worried about which daughter I’m going to drive off with, no. Anyway, as wonderful as that was, I really also want to just talk with you, get to know you, and have you get to know me.”
“What would you like to know?”
“Well, can you handle me being a little less formal? I get the idea your husband was much more formal with you than I am. I’m not going to address you as ‘slave’ or ‘bitch’ or anything except ‘Nell’ or maybe ‘Honey’. And I want you to address me as ‘Sam’, not anything else.”
“Yes, Sam.”
“See? You are very formal. I guess it’s okay, though, if you need that to be comfortable with me. And I’m screwing this up. Nell, I pretty much decided yesterday that all serious conversations between us should be done with you sitting in my lap topless. That is the right way to do it.”
“Do you want me to turn in at the same place?”
We’d made it onto 11 by then. “No, I’ve got things to do today. I mean, hell yes, I want you to, but I need you to just take me home. From there, I’ll drive my dad’s car over to your place so we can practice with the quarterstaffs. I’ve got to drive so I can get back home again tonight, since Mom isn’t going to let Cindy or you spend the night with me. Turning in there is a great idea, though. I think that, if we don’t have something scheduled, it’s safe to assume that that’s the first place we’ll go after you pick me up. Today, though, I need to just get home. You can come in and meet my sister.”
“How old is she?”
“She’s eleven. She’s not interested in boys, yet.”
“So, Sally might have been a surprise to you.”
“Yeah. Back when I was 13 myself, I would have LOVED to have had a girl like her living next door. Now that I’m an elderly 16-year-old, though, she seems to be, well, physically at least, not quite done yet. I mean, I agree that Cindy and I aren’t quite done yet, either, but we’re a lot closer to being physically mature than she is.”
“And how do you view me?”
“Well, you’re certainly more mature than any of us, physically and emotionally both. And, Cindy did introduce you to me as “my Grandma”. However, something happened yesterday afternoon and since then you’re simply a wonderful, beautiful woman who I’m looking forward to sleeping with. Um, this is what I wanted to talk to you about, and you’re not where you’re supposed to be but I gotta get it done. Do you and Cindy talk about what we do? I mean, do you tell her what you and I do? Does she tell you what she and I do? Do you compare notes?”
“No, Sam, not much. Some. Should we?”
“I would prefer not. Cindy makes me very happy in some ways. You make me very happy in some ways. Some of those are the same, some of them are different. I need to keep both of you happy. I don’t want the two of you to compare notes and teach each other how to act until you become just like her and she becomes just like you. If I am going to have two wives, I want to have two different wives, not two copies of the same wife.”
“I understand. Is there anything else you want to talk about?”
“No. Just understand that I’m grumpy because you should have been in my lap topless while we talked.”
“You like that, do you?”
“I love that. Understand, the two of you are the only women who I have ever seen topless. You are both beautiful but different.”
“Is it ... okay for me to fish for compliments?”
“Yes, you may. You can pretend that you don’t understand what I’m saying and you need clarification. Or, you can simply say “Sam, I’m feeling insecure being compared to a beautiful young woman like Cindy.”
Nell chuckled. “Sam, I’m feeling insecure being compared to a beautiful young woman like Cindy.”
“I’m pretty sure that I’m supposed to be stingy with my compliments and dole them out little by little and keep you wanting more, but I’m not a very good bastard yet. I’m going to have to work on it, ya know? So, well, you’re familiar with the internet, right?”
“Of course. You can’t get away from it.”
“Right. Well, there’s a lot of porn out there. I have watched a lot of movies, I’ve seen a lot of pictures, and I’ve read a lot of stories. The two of you have proven to me that one of the things I’ve read about is true. Cindy is a young woman. Her breasts are full, they’re perfectly formed, they have a little wobble when they move. They are a delight to look at and touch. There are girls at school who are larger, but they can’t possibly be better than Cindy’s. Hers are perfect. Not that I would get upset if I ever had the opportunity to examine someone else’s, but I’m not going looking for it.”
“Yours, now, yours are older, they have been abused for years, and they are no longer firm. Hers are nicer to look at, there’s no question there. But, yours are larger, and they move around when I play with them. They are FAR more fun to play with than Cindy’s. Given a choice, I’ll be looking at hers. Given a choice, I’ll be playing with yours. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, Master. Sam.”
“Right. I don’t want her injuring her perfect breasts to make them more fun to play with. That’s going to happen eventually anyway, as she ages and our children chew on them. And, if something happens and suddenly I’m a bazillionaire and we can do anything we want, I don’t want you getting implants to make yours more full again. They might look better, but they wouldn’t be as fun to play with. As long as they are sensitive and they like being played with, I’m happy with yours the way they are.”
“Thank you, Sam. I loved what you did yesterday. I’m going to drive over to that empty lot every day and sit in your lap topless unless you tell me not to.”
“I’ll do my best to avoid ever having to tell you that again. It’s wrong to tell you ‘no’, and I shouldn’t be doing it.”
“Yes, Sam.”
We were quiet for the rest of the drive while I grumped about not getting to play with Nell’s wonderful big fat floppy FUN tits. I did tell her about my conversation with the librarian and my need to buy a car with a broken radio.
When we walked in the door I called out “We have a visitor! Elaine, you have to pretend to be happy!”
She ran in from her room. “I’m always happy!”
She really was. She was always cheerful. I had friends with little sisters, and they were occasionally ... difficult. Something went wrong at the factory when they were making Elaine, though, and she was just always full of sunshine. I’d had friends ask if we could trade sisters. No way, man! I’ve, uh, gotten used to her quirks, ya know? A little sister who worked correctly just wouldn’t seem right.
“Good! How was your day?”
“It was good. I’m glad you’re home.”
“I am, too, but I need to leave again. You know that whenever I’m on a team, I have to go to practice, right?”
“Yeah, you’re never home anymore.”
“Well, I’m on a team again. And I have a girlfriend, now. She’s really important. And she’s on my team, so I really like going to practice ‘cause I get to see her too. So, I’m gonna dump my school stuff and grab some things and head out to practice. Oh, and this is Nell. She’s my girlfriend’s grandmother and she’s retired and has NOTHING else to do, so she’s helping me a lot by driving me around some. Nell, this is my sister Elaine. She’s going to be President when she grows up. Either that, or an opera singer.”