Chapter 42: Amusement Park

Growing up my family had an Irish Red and White Setter, named Brittany. It was a joke to confuse people since she looked much like a Brittany Spaniel. But Brittany had a tail and longer hair than a Brittany Spaniel. She was not allowed on any furniture and was supposed to sleep on the floor. But as she got older, I let her sleep at the foot of my bed. She would sleep right next to my feet keeping the sheets tight to them. It always limited how much I could move my legs. The inability to move my feet would wake me most nights. I would inevitably let Brittany move further up the bed, freeing my feet. She was a good dog and never moved before I told her it was ok.

I woke confused about where I was. I was having difficulty moving my feet. I was groggily awake wondering how I had ended up in my childhood room with Brittany sleeping on my feet. I looked at the clock after realizing it was impossible to be in my childhood home. The red LEDs read out five a.m.

Still unable to move my feet. I figured Hans’ dog had decided to get on the end of the bed with me. The dog’s weight kept the sheets pulled taut over my feet. It was that keeping my feet in place. But, I didn’t think Hans had a dog. Or I had not seen one the previous evening before going to bed. So when I looked down to find out what the problem was.

I wasn’t expecting what I saw. In the darkened room lit by moonlight and the alarm clock’s LED, I saw Jackie. Her naked body was curled up tightly. The cool moving air the ceiling fan generated had Jackie’s skin covered in goosebumps. She was gently shivering as she slept. Now fully awake I noticed her shaking had produced a light shake in the mattress. At that point, I understood why my feet felt tied down. I debated waking her up and telling her to come up the bed like I had Brittany. Then unlike the dog, she could get under the covers. But I decided I would wait until she woke up on her own before I gave her the go-ahead to come up and sleep beside me

Jackie’s waking happened around an hour later. She shook so bad from the fan going overhead blowing cool air across her nude body, it woke her from her fitful slumber. Her quakes and shivers awakened me, as well. I looked down and saw the desperation in her eyes looking up at me. The goosebumps covering her body had only gotten larger and more prevalent as she curled up tighter and shook even more. The cold blowing air didn’t stop sucking the heat from her poorly insolated body. She had a sad, remorseful look about her. I quietly asked, “What are you doing down there?”

She sniveled, her teeth chattering. She said, “I didn’t want to sleep alone.”

I understood her reasoning but said, “But haven’t you slept all by yourself for years before traveling with me?” I knew the answer was no. She slept with Karen evidently on a schedule of Karen’s making. Still, I was making a point.

Jackie neglected to consider hoping into bed with Karen on a regular basis sleeping with someone. It lent itself to maybe they didn’t do any sleeping when she was there. “Yes, but I’ve kind of gotten used to sleeping next to you. So, I didn’t want to be alone on the other side of the house.”

I folded the covers back and made it unambiguous, the place next to me was for her. I extended a hand down which she took and guided her into place. When her body was in place I laid the covers over her and she immediately scooted closer to me. She wasn’t satisfied with just being close she laid half her body across mine. Her breast felt like marshmallows that had been in the fridge with pointy ends. Her arm rested over my chest and her cheek was cold on my chest. Everywhere her skin touched mine I felt the heat being sucked out of me.

Before she got too comfortable and drowsy, from the newfound heat source warming her to toasty, I asked, “Why didn’t you just climb into bed with me and sleep where you normally do?”

She said into my chest, “Because you were very angry and said that if I stayed with you were going to fuck me. And I didn’t want you to fuck me out of anger.”

I found it interesting, she qualified when I should fuck her. As long as it wasn’t out of anger, she seemed to be saying it would be okay. “So you do remember what I said before we went to bed?” Her whole body tensed at the question.

She nodded and water sure to become tears filling her eyes, “Yes.”

I stated in a non-threatening, matter-of-fact tone, “So you’re ready to get the shit fucked out of you.”

Initially, Jackie’s head tentatively nodded slowly. After two nods she violently shook her head no. “Please don’t. If I have to, I’ll let you. But don’t be angry with me.”

Although she was already a basket case over the idea of me screwing her, I mentally tormented her some anyway. “I do love a good grudge fuck. They are sometimes the best thing, just wailing on a pussy with your cock.”

The shivers she had been doing were replaced by trembles. But also I felt a sudden wetness where she was straddling my thigh. And that place no longer sucked heat from me but blazed like the sun. I said nothing more waiting to see what she would do. If she would stay and submit to being fucked or run away as usual. The silence was deafening but the earlier moisture in her eyes turned into silent rolling streams.

She finally moved, but didn’t get out of bed. She rolled away from me and lay on her back. When I didn’t immediately follow her or say anything, she gradually parted her legs. Sniffling, she wiped the tears from both her cheeks only to have them streaked again with streams of tears. “Ok, you can use me.”

The scene was just too delicious not to play with her. Gretchen and Heidi had tortured her physically. I was going to mind fuck her. “If I am going to fuck you like a whore. You should be positioned like a whore. And I don’t want to look at your crying face. Where is the fun in that? Get on all fours.” I demanded.

She looked shocked and desperate for it all to end. She was completely hopeless as she cried harder rolling over. She haltingly brought her legs under her and raised her ass up as she got on her knees. She pushed up her chest just as slowly leaving her head hanging, defeated. Her body shook as violently as her head had earlier. She didn’t shiver under the air blowing over her.

I got in position behind her. I swiped my hand up her cunt causing her to gasp and whimper. She was very wet and her cunts furnace burned on high. My fingers were coated fully in her juice after the one pass up through her labia. I wiped them off before I grabbed her hair. I yanked back on it so hard she had to bow her back as she looked at the top of the wall in front of her. I let her feel my diamond-hard dick at her pussy hole’s entrance. My hips backed up like they were preparing to thrust forward hard and fast. It would not be a gentle invasion, but one where my dick was crammed into her depth obliterating anything in its way.

Jackie wept wildly at the idea her so-called virginity would be gone with the ramming of my dick into her depths. But it didn’t happen. I let her hair go and gently kissed her neck. I cradled her body in my arms leaning over her back. And as quickly as she thought her cunt would be filled I pulled her over onto her side with me and spooned with her. I said, “I love you too much to ruin what you will remember for the rest of your life.” She bawled harder at my not fucking her than I could have predicted. I held her tighter and lightly kissed and brushed my lips over the sides and back of her neck. It took a full ten minutes for her to have the ability to listen and process thoughts intelligently.

Jackie was back to breathing normally when I said, “Surely you think more of me than to believe I would have your first time be a grudge fuck. Don’t get me wrong, they really can be fun and at times a good way to make up. But not something I would do your first time.”

Not moving but to cover her tits with my hands, she encouraged them to massage her where they were. Emotions in her still running rampant she said, “I know but you were just so ma ... angry with me. And you were right to be. I knew you weren’t trying to screw me in the lake. It was my own doing. I think I wanted the excuse to be a bitch.”

I released one breast to tug on her shoulder. “Hey, look at me.”

She resisted my attempts to roll her onto her back. I wanted to look her in the eye. For a second time, she said, “Please don’t. I can’t have you look at me. I just can’t.”

“Ok,” I knew I was wimping out something a real master would never do. It only added to my certainty I was not cut out to be Jackie’s, or anyone’s master. “But answer me this one question. Why did you want to have an excuse to be a bitch.”

Jackie guided the hand that had gone to her shoulder back to her tit. She made sure my fingers rolled, circled, and pulled on her nipple. “Because I was a slut earlier. And if you were going to be pissed at me I wanted it to be for being a bitch not being a slut. Being bitchy that I can somewhat turn on and off. But try as may, I can’t with being a slut. And you should be mad, rabid dog mad at me for being a slut and enjoying Hans eating me in front of you. And worse I sucked him off and loved it. He didn’t ask me to or anything I just did it. I wasn’t drugged. So I don’t have that excuse for why I would blow a man while you watched me do it. So maybe it wasn’t the drugs back in Romania that had me sucking off all those men. Maybe, I did it because I liked it. That way since you should have been angry with me you could be angry as something I did, not something I am.”

“So you wanted me pissed enough to grudge fuck you for something I didn’t do, instead of for something you did. Is that about the jist of it?” I asked to the back of her head.

“Yes,” She said in a

quiet mumble.

“First and foremost grudge fucks are not my preferred method of having sex. But I will not say I won’t ever fuck you in anger.” I was taken aback Jackie didn’t stop me right there and then. Yet she let me go on. “It is something I would hope I would never do. But grudge fucks do happen on occasion. And as for your blowing Hans and enjoying it and enjoying him eating you ... As I told him, I have no dog in that hunt. So he was free to do whatever the two of you wanted to do. I was actually a bit surprised he did not take you to his bed and have sex with you.”

Jackie nodded her head and admitted, “It is a good thing he didn’t offer. Because as wrong as I felt it in my bones I surely would have gone with him. And it would have been me doing the grudge fucking. I would’ve been mad at myself for getting carried away in the horniness I felt. Plus I know it would have hurt making me madder at myself for having a cock in me. I don’t want anger anywhere in the room. Whether it be me or my lover, the first time I will let a man enter me. It doesn’t have to be for some romantic idealized love. That would be nice. But it should at least be for caring for the other person or expression of joint enjoyment of our lives together.”

I pulled the covers back over Jackie’s whole body and mine. I went back to massaging her tits and playing with her nipples. I told her, “I can make you a deal. I promise if I ever do enter you. The first time you will be the one who puts me in a position to enter you. It won’t be a trick or blackmail which has you doing it either.”

She chuckled. I was glad she was no longer caught up in her morose world of self-incrimination and could laugh at least a little. “That is a promise you will be able to keep. You won’t be having sex with me in this lifetime and likely not in the next either.”

“I know Hans would say that statement is just you fighting your nature,” I said fairly sure this was a new Jackie. This one wasn’t completely oblivious to her deep-seated desires. She had faced them and they would gnaw away in the back of her mind until she came to a resolution. Unfortunately for me, I was fairly sure the desires would pop to the front of her mind every now and again. Thus I added, “I don’t necessarily agree with that or that your cold and hot is your fighting your nature. But it’s got to stop.”

She turned her head on the pillow looking back over her shoulder at me. She nodded her brunette hair moving much more than her head. “I’m trying to do better. Give me a little more time and I know I’ll have it right.”

At least Jackie didn’t blow a head gasket at me telling her what to do. I even found her answer reasonable. So I told her one more thing to do. “OK, now close your eyes and get some sleep. We have a couple more hours before we need to get up and head back to Romania.”

I swear I heard Jackie purr in contentment. She seemed thrilled I had not run her off. Plus, I had promised, she would be the one to put me in place to join with her as one body. And I never broke my promises to her. She closed her eyes satisfied with where she was. And that she didn’t have to be concerned with me trying to screw her because she was there.

What I couldn’t tell her was even if I had wanted to fuck her and she put me in a position to do it. I wouldn’t have. The two blonde women had drained me of all semen. And while I would be able to screw Jackie, the ending would not be near as satisfying. She would not have gotten the feeling of hot cum coating and sticking to her insides. And being a caveman, I wanted her to have the experience that would come only from copious amounts of cum flowing into her insides.

When we did finally wake up for the last time, Jackie again was draped over me. Her breasts pressed into my chest and her head was on my shoulder. She really did look like a dark-headed angel when she slept, but that was something I would keep to myself. Because the devil could be there shortly after I said so. I slid out from under her and went to make sure my morning wood went down with my morning piss. Jackie groaned at my leaving. Even in her sleep, she missed the heat that I gave up to her.

Back from taking the piss, I put on my underwear, and slacks, and threw on a shirt. Jackie woke up in the middle of my dressing, and said, “Aren’t you coming back to bed? You left the cold spot that was once warm. I think I like the warm a lot better.”

“We have a little while before the flight out. I thought I might go down and have coffee with our host and hostesses. It is the polite thing to do,” I instructed her.

Jackie teased, “Do you think they’ll have lox and bagels or something that I will like?”

“If they have something you’ll like, I’ll make sure that they replace it with the lox and bagels. And you will love it,” I said, as an instructable moment.

Jovially, she said, “You are just too ... too wicked. I thought you should know that.”

Over my shoulder, I gave her a simple reply, “I know.”

I was down having coffee talking with Hans’ household when Jackie came strolling in. She was dressed in the dress, she had brought for the flight back to Romania. It was not conducive to wearing a bra. I could tell she didn’t have one on, because of it. I also doubted if she had on panties for two reasons. First, after the half-hour on the Sybian the day before, she was still walking like a cowboy. She would want airflow up her dress to cool off any lingering burn she felt while walking. Second, on the flight to Germany, she had left a womanly wet spot on the plane’s seat She wouldn’t want to have wet panties when we got back to the hotel. She was vain enough to not want to look horny just from a flight. Thus the dress was all she had on.

She came into the kitchen with, “So what are you guys talking about?”

The answer was boring but the truth. “We were discussing that the job in Romania has maybe another two weeks. At which point, we will be headed back to the States. Once there you will be headed to your new position in Texas and moving to Dallas. Whereas, I’ll be trying to firm up any other work we had bid out. I have to make sure that we were staying plenty busy.”

Gretchen put a plate in front of Jackie. It had eggs, bacon, and two muffins. To Jackie, she asked, “It is obvious Joe is a typical hard-driving guy and will be having no fun when he gets back. But what are you going to do for fun when you get back? Since once you are back you are no longer Joe’s companion.”

I broke in before Jackie could answer. “Before she gives up her title as my companion. I want to take her to Six Flags over Texas just once. I saw how much enjoyment she got out of being terrified of the flight over to Romania and even more so on the small Lear coming up here.”

Hans took a sip of his coffee before he said, “I took the children one year to the United States. We went to Disney World and then to Cedar Point. The younger children were ten and loved Disney World. The older children were twelve and liked Disney but loved Cedar Point from the very beginning. By the time we left Cedar Point all eight of them loved the roller coasters and thrill rides. They had to fudge their heights to get on a few of the rides but went on all of them multiple times. One and Two also are adrenaline junkies like the kids. They continue taking the kids to the amusement park here in Germany. Though it’s not near what they have in the U.S. for amusement rides.”

I wanted to address the question to Gretchen or Heidi but knew I should address them to Hans. “Well how close is this amusement park you take your kids to?”

Hans replied, “It is about an hour away. Which makes it ideal for going to as a treat for the kids when they were growing up. Though after going to Cedar Point it in lost some of its luster.”

I looked at Jackie to gauge what she was thinking. I could see that she was interested in going to the park as an initial introduction to amusement parks. I said to her, “We have no reason to rush back to Romania.” I looked at Hans and said, “If it wouldn’t be too much of an inconvenience, could you put us up another night.”

“It would be no inconvenience,” Hans stated. “One and Two would love to be of service a second night.”

“I’ll call the airline and change our flight to tomorrow,” I told Jackie. “We’ll go to the amusement park instead of going back today.” I look to Hans, “Would you like to join us?”

He shook his head no. “I am not the adrenaline junkie. One and Two will be happy to go with you. It might be easier, at the park, if each of you has a translator that is fluent in German.”

That’s probably a good idea,” I agreed. “So we’ll head out to the park after I finish my eggs and bacon, which are delicious by the way.” I reached over and acted like I was going to take Jackie’s plate from in front of her. “And Jackie eats her lox and bagels.”

Jackie squinted and growled, “That’s not funny.” She tugged her plate back in front of her. I was proud that even after I had teased her about taking her breakfast away. She sat behind a plate of eggs and bacon and waited until I nodded it was ok to have them before she daintily ate them.

I chuckled at her hoping the subtleness of the nod was not seen by our host. I didn’t want to explain why Jackie had waited for my approval. To her, I said, “You can’t fault the guy for trying.”

She again replied with, “You’re just wicked.”

I acknowledged her comment, “Yes, that may be true.”

Jackie’s face suddenly changed like she realized something. “I don’t have any clothes to go to an amusement park in. I only brought this dress to fly back.”

Heidi said, “It’s a good thing Marlene is a bit of a hoarder and would never let me throw any of her clothes out. I guess she kind of takes after me in that way. One would toss things out the minute they were a bit small on her. I kept what few clothes we had growing

up and turned them into something else when I could. So she is bound to have kept something that would fit you.”

I said, “That’s nice of you to offer. I’ll go with you in we can pick something out for her to wear.”

Jackie looked like she was going to lose it and said, “I can go with Heidi ... I mean Two and pick out my own clothes. I am capable of doing that.” She saw the look I gave her. Not just for getting what she called Heidi wrong but for contradicting me in front of other people. She quietly said, “Oh ... Whatever you two pick out will be fine.” Correcting herself was good. But it would have been better had she recognized that it wasn’t the right thing to say in the first place. So the two offenses were enough provocation, and I decided the clothes I would pick out would be something she would never have chosen.

Heidi and I went up to their room that Jackie and I had woken up in but only I had slept in all night. We went through her daughter’s neatly boxed-up clothes from when she was younger. Marlene must have been a bit OCD. She had put her age, height, and weight on the outside of each box. I quickly converted the centimeters to feet and inches and the kilograms to pounds. I had seen both height and weight on her driver’s license and added ten pounds to what was printed and subtracted an inch. Women always wanted to be taller and thinner than they actually are. The boxes that met the height criteria were a little low in weight. I grinned figuring it just meant the clothes would hug Jackie’s figure a bit closer.

I pulled out the two boxes and the ages on them were ten and eleven. Heidi looked at them and said, “Marlene didn’t get her boobs until she was twelve. Even then all of the girls didn’t have Jackie’s bra size until they were thirteen.”

“So they will be a little tight,” I said. Then reminded her, “Maybe next time she will keep her mouth shut and let me pick something out without comment.” Heidi nodded in acknowledgment of Jackie’s punishment not being physical but done through embarrassment.

In the ten-year-old box, I found the perfect shirt and the skort that went with it. It was a My Little Pony outfit. The shirt was a white t-shirt designed to show off the girl’s belly button but not her. There were two big eyes which were black and light blue with big black eyelashes over each of them. They were strategically placed where a typical pre-teen might have the start of breast buds. Between the eyes was a horse-like nose and from the collar was a pink tail that would travel halfway down a girl’s sternum. The skort was pastel pink with lots of pleats letting the skirt billow out a bit. I also found bright pink anklets with white lace for her socks. I put them aside and laid out how they would go on Jackie. I said, “These are perfect.”

Heidi looked at the clothes and shook her head. “These are from the end of Marlene’s My Little Pony Phase. She was sure we would get her a real pony if she wore these long enough. She never did get her pony.” She took hold of the shirt, held it up, and snickered, “It will fit Jackie but barely.”

I dug to the bottom of the box and found three cans of colored hair spray. They were pastel pink and blue and then a seafoam green. The label said the color would wash out in two washings so it was ideal for what I had in mind. I held them up for Heidi to see, “What do you think about these?”

She replied, “You know Jackie is right. You are wicked.”

I countered with, “It’s what she gets for trying to object to my picking out her clothes. She should have just smiled and been happy with what I would have otherwise picked out.”

Heidi nodded in understanding, “That I get. And at some point in time Jackie will too.”

“I don’t know sometimes I wonder.” The chosen outfit was laid out on the bed when Jackie came up, having finished her breakfast. I pointed to the clothes on the bed, “So there’s your outfit for the day.”

I could hear the small groan coming from her. Yet despite the look of disgust, she changed her voice to be saccharine sweet, “Thank you. I appreciate it.” Then cattily she added, “Would you, also, like me to do my hair up and dog ears? They seem to draw the most attention from men when we’re out and about.”

I wasn’t going to let her sarcasm go by without notice. “That would be perfect. It’ll definitely round out this outfit.” She again had a look of disgust at my agreement with her supposed choice of hairstyle. That is when I let the other shoe drop. I held up the cans of colored hair spray. “But before you do Two is going to give your hair some new colors.”

Jackie’s look of disgust turned to one of disdain. Still, she kept the obnoxiously sweet tone, “Great. I look forward to it. Are you sure you don’t want to help?”

“She can’t help herself,” I thought. “She has a pathological need to push my buttons for a reaction. The outfit’s usual age fits her behavior.” I wiped the thoughts away to tell her, “No I figure you will have to have your dress off and not put anything back on so the colors don’t get on the clothes. And while I’ve seen you naked many times, I want the look to be a surprise.”

“Oh, it will be a surprise,” Jackie stated as she held the T-shirt up to the front of herself. The two eyes were right at each of her tits. Small white gaps in the black ovals, meant to gleam in the pony’s eyes were right at her nipples. She shook her head in disbelief, “You gotta be fucking kidding me.” To cover her outburst she said to Heidi, “The real reason he wants to go is he finds it hard to control himself when he is around me when I’m naked.”

“You do know at some point in time, your mouth is going to write a check your cunt is going to have to cash,” I stated bluntly and headed out.

I had changed our flight and checked in on work before Jackie came down to the office. Hans and I were discussing other items he might need my engineering help with. She walked into the room and caught Hans’ attention first. “Damn, you are going to catch everyone’s imagination looking like that.”

I looked up to see what he was talking about. He was absolutely correct there would be a lot of neck injuries at the amusement park from guys wiping their heads around to get a better look at Jackie. She looked like a teen ten years younger trying to look slutty and three years younger yet.

The T-shirt was a second skin on her. On Marlene, it may have played peek-a-boo with her belly button. On Jackie, her cute oval belly button and her whole taut midriff were on display. The screen-printed eye decals did fall where we had expected. They were bulging out as they clung to Jackie’s softball-sized tits. The gleam in the eyes stuck out in points that were unmistakably her nipples. The shirt was so tight I could tell the demarking line of where her areola started. I could tell a bra was never an option.

The bright pink skort was little better. The whole thing barely came down below the curve of her ass or the junction of her legs. The skirt portion of the skort was for a girl who had yet to get the hips of a woman. On Jackie, the skirt that normally would have billowed out a little barely fell enough for the hem to point to the ground. It left the very short shorts beneath always seen. They originally were to do little more than hide the girl’s panties when the skirt came up. Now they were tight panties unto themselves. The shorts like the T-shirt were a second skin. A pimple on her ass would have stood out like a nipple. I couldn’t see a hint of even a thong. And the camel had pink painted toes, that moved with each step.

And her hair was nothing if not fun. There was a sea foam green dog ear on her right side and a pastel blue on her left. Both had a bright pink one-inch ribbon tied in a big elaborate multi-looped bow over the hair band holding the ears. And they both had streaks of the pink spray. Heidi had found some bright red lip gloss. The pink eye shadow made her like a dark-headed Harley Quinn. But she was wearing a pink collar, yet she was missing the fishnet stockings. Jackie had pink anklets with white ruffles with Little Pony shoes that looked half a size too big.

Her lips were darker than any of the pink she was covered in. Still, she did the new clothes fashion show twirl when I held up a finger and indicated she should turn around. To embarrass her even more, I did a wolf whistle. The initial glare was mild compared to the one I got for saying, “I would ride that pony all day long.”

To my surprise, One said, “You are not the only one.”

Jackie hid her face in her hands, “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Why? Because you are wearing the clothes of a ten-year-old. Or because you could be standing outside that diner before the auction and would fit right in?” I asked letting her know she could be a street walker for guys with a particular kind of kink.

Understanding what I was saying Jackie got fidgety. “Is everyone ready?” I nodded and examined the collar from afar. It was about an inch and a half wide with sparkles and rhinestones around its length. A D ring was in the front and a small one in the back was for the buckle’s tail. My inspection generated, “I know what you are thinking and don’t. I am not your property or sub or sex toy. Two said it went perfectly with the outfit.”

Hans interjected smoothing over Jackie’s comment. “I remember that collar. All the girls got them one year when Anneliese wanted to immolate One and Two. The other girls wore ones in solidarity. I chose pink so friends didn’t get the wrong idea about them. It is not one of the standard colors used. But, the kids made up their own standard colors and their meanings. That color pink if I remember was they had mastered a couple of the items obedience.”