Chapter 6

DAY FIVE

The following morning dawned bright, very calm, and, more locally, very happy. Fred and I emerged to searching looks from her mother and sister; followed by relief. Clearly Fred had enjoyed her ‘night of passion’ as she called it. And she had. She was already trying to work out when she could claim me again. I had been turned into just a lusted-after sex object. I thought I could live with that.

With no wind, we opted to stay put and swim, have coffee, read, eat, have coffee, swim and read, eat. What an exhausting day!

The two girls in the front might have felt out of it, but they both suggested that Tony should go next; after all she had organised much of what was turning into a perfect holiday. So she walked into my ‘seraglio’ - as Cheryl had dubbed it. We had to look seraglio up when we got home. Cheryl was well-read, not Mills and Boon or pot-boilers, or not just them. She had read Origin of Species, Rights of Man, The Selfish Gene, and Das Kapital; she was eclectic in her reading and when I finally met Kevin I realised that she was far more intelligent than him. She had married beneath herself, brain-wise in any case.

We closed our door on the outside world, and started to smooch. Tony was older than her sister, she didn’t need leading so much, she knew what she wanted; or some of it anyway. Then we heard the low murmur of voices in the saloon. Whatever it was that made us go to the door, we found with an ear to the door, we could hear Fred and Cheryl talking. Nothing much of interest was being said, I was turning away when Tony waved me back.

It was evident that Cheryl had asked how last night had gone.

“ ... well, I don’t think I’m supposed to say, but ... Oh Mummy! It was lovely. He was really nice.”

“And, umm, did you enjoy it?”

“Oh yes, I did, I enjoyed it all”

“No, I mean did you reach ... peak enjoyment?”

“You mean ‘did I have an orgasm’?”

“I ... yes, yes that is what I mean” Mothers don’t often get to ask their daughters such a question, I’m guessing. Or maybe they do?

“Oh yes. Eight times”

“EIGHT! Oops, sorry, I mean eight times!” They were talking quietly, but everybody would have heard that loud ‘eight’. Would people guess what that referred to? Probably.

“He started gently stroking with his fingers, all over. He was really gentle, but firm at the same time, oh, he stroked my bottom and my neck and my ... well all over anyway and slowly concentrated down below. He opened me, and it didn’t hurt, and stroked me inside too. Not like Tom Finnegan did that time, oh ... yes ... you didn’t know about that did you? I came home upset, remember? Yes, he’d put a finger inside and it was rough and unpleasant. Anyway, Chris started to stroke me properly, you know, the way you do to ... yes anyway. And that was nice too, having someone else do it. And then he stopped with his fingers and slipped down and used his mouth. Is that oral sex? It was lovely. He pushed his tongue in and held my bottoms with his hands and let a finger slide across my behind place. You know, the other hole. Yes, that was nice too. And then I kind of went all limp and could hardly breathe and I thought I’d faint. Oooo that was ... lovely. Anyway, he didn’t stop, he just came up my body again and start sucking my ... well, anyway, sucking me. And his fingers carried on where they had left off and I came again! I’d read in one of your books about that.” So, Cheryl apparently did read romantic fiction too “but I’d never done it myself. Have you? No, well the hand gets tired doesn’t it?” She was opening up a little more now, not avoiding quite so much. I was curious, were they both in their own beds or was Cheryl over with Fred? The beds were certainly not wide enough for two to lie together on one. “And then he slid a finger inside, and then another, and went in and out and it was ... lovely” I wanted to shout ‘use a different word from lovely’ but then she was a fourteen year old (nearly fifteen) and how many fourteen year olds have an erudite, wide ranging vocabulary? “Then we cuddled for a while, and I was sort of half on him and he was holding my bottom and pulled me up towards him. I could feel his thing under me, it was damp, I don’t know if that was sweat or what is it? Pre-cum? Anyway I was wet too so ... And Mummy, I would have given myself to him then if he’d asked” Yes, she would. She said so. Which was cruel and tempting. I really wanted to invade that tight, girly pussy, I really did. I was uncomfortably stiff. ‘You can have me if you want’ she said. I took a deep breath and said ‘I want to, you know I do, but I won’t’ I felt proud and disgusted all in one go. Proud that I was keeping my word, and disgusted that I was throwing up a chance at the sweetest little cunt I was ever likely to be offered. If she had raised herself up and dropped down on my prick, I wouldn’t have stopped her, I know that. “And he was so strong! He said he wanted to but he wouldn’t. Oh Mummy, I think I love him! And then he slid his hand round between my legs from behind and started to stroke me again and told me to do the same from the front. And I came again after a while; and it was...” Lovely! I wanted to scream. Actually it was lovely hearing her come that time.”Then he rolled his finger in the stuff that was leaking out of me and pushed it a little way in ... the other place. That felt odd and naughty, is it naughty?” She asked me that too, and I told her it was naughty but nice, like a cream cake. I don’t think she understood the reference to the advert. We stayed like that for a while, I opened her a little, opened her a little more, put in another finger, opened her, and finally got three fingers in. I noticed that all this was skated over “And he did lots of nice things that were relaxing and lovely and strange. And then he made me come again” Well, actually, I lay her on her front, lubricated my prick thoroughly and tried to enter her tight arsehole. It was a delight. A boy would have pushed in hard, I got in an inch before I realised it was hurting her. So I stopped. She said to carry on, and push all the way in if I wanted, but she would have hated it. I stayed at the one inch mark and told her to rub herself; which she did (technically, therefore I only gave her seven orgasms I suppose, since she gave herself that one), after, I went in and out in that inch of penetration and came into her. It started to dribble out immediately. I made her stand and bend over. She wanted to wipe herself, but I said no, I wanted to. I wiped her leaking bottom with tissues – I had planned better after Cheryl – and then washed her bottom with a damp flannel. “Then we cuddled up and went to sleep” Ah, no, not quite my dear. Then you crouched down and took my cock in your mouth. You couldn’t get much in to that small face of yours; but, set against that, I expected you to pull off when I came, and I was fine with that. Instead, you stayed wrapped round the tip of my pulsating cock and took all my sperm into your mouth. And then you swallowed it all like it was a chocolate milk shake or something. You even said it tasted nice, which I didn’t believe. And THEN we cuddled up and slept for a while. I gave her another quickie in the middle of the night when she came back from the heads. She hadn’t wiped herself and was wet and lovely and I licked her. She found that very, very erotic. “And then when we woke this morning, he gave me a couple more” She sat astride me, and, again, if she had dropped onto my erect prick, I wouldn’t have objected. I made her rub herself whilst I watched and my erection rubbed between her small round buttocks. I was wedged into her crack and she gripped me with her bottom until she lost control in her orgasm (so that’s another one for her then, so only six from me really). “I lay beside him and he stroked me and fingered me” Urrgh! Probably too much information for a mother, Fred! “And then I rubbed him too.”

“Well, I hope you cleaned up thoroughly and didn’t let any of his stuff inside you on his fingers. But I’m really glad you enjoyed it. He does seem a considerate boy” I was hoping we’d cleaned up properly too. I would hate to become a father with an underage mother without having actually taken the girls cherry myself, I thought. They carried on talking quietly, but nothing significant.

“Well, so much for privacy” I said to Tony

“What did you expect? She’s fourteen -”

“Nearly fifteen.” I interjected. She smiled, Fred was so insistent on that.

“- and this was her first time, even if she didn’t go all the way. I wish you’d take one of the other girls tonight now; so I could have talked to Fred. You must also expect us – Mum and me – to be protective about her and want to make sure she’s alright”

“I know, I know. Don’t worry. If you want to write novel ‘Hairy Pricker and the Sailing Trip of Delights’, I won’t stop you. Actually, that’s not a bad title is it?”

“For a 1970s porn movie with Dirk Diggler and Cindy Pussymore maybe.” she’d once watched porn in a hotel the family was staying in, Cheryl and Kevin had forgotten to put on the parental controls on the TV in the girls’ room. Fred had been asleep.

“You think I’d need to be played by Dirk Diggler? I’m flattered”

“YOU shouldn’t know who he is” she riposted, and then gave me a long, luxurious, French kiss. I’d kissed Cheryl, but felt a little diffident, I was sure my kissing technique wasn’t that good. I’d kissed Fred but only gently put my tongue in her mouth, she was new to this lark. Tony was up for it, and good at it, and wanted my tongue in her too. She gave me no doubt that she wanted my tongue between both pairs of lips. I was able to surprise her by finding a third entrance for it.