Chapter 1

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual business, or events is purely coincidental.

Note: The first four chapters of this long story set the stage for the rest. These first chapters have a lot of sex, and even a fetish in them. I could probably label them as stroke. But if they do not please you, please read on, or just scan through them enough to know what’s going on, for when Jeff comes on the scene, the story really begins, and ... there is a reason for the way Diana and Arlene behave. This reason won’t be revealed until the middle of Book 2. As Jeff puts his family back together, sells his invention, and moves to the Retreat high in the Colorado Rockies, the story and the plot commence. Jeff will become a Prime, will command a self-aware starship, and will gain a number of wives as he struggles to understand what a Prime really is. A number of my readers have told me that they almost quit reading during the first three chapters, but were extremely glad that they continued because they eventually loved the story. As of 07/23/2019, the story of Arlene and Jeff has exceeded 3,200,000 words with more than 5,768,000 total downloads, and I have many more chapters to write. I post a chapter each Friday afternoon and will continue to do so until my e-mails quit, there is a catastrophic event in my life, or I finish the story – hopefully the later event. Although the master file has been edited several times, an occasional typo remains. One of these days I hope to upload all those edited chapters to SOL so the story will read a bit smoother. If you happen to see an error, and would like to, copy and paste the sentence the error is in, and e-mail it to me. I will correct it, and I will certainly appreciate your calling my attention to it. I’m just an old man who loves to write. If you like my story, tell me. If you don’t, please tell me what is wrong so that I can get better. I hope you enjoy Arlene and Jeff.

Incidentally, I use the original word “come”, rather than the variant “cum” that originated in pornographic writing and/or the porn industry.

Near Atlanta, Georgia

Arlene’s mother had finally stopped in to say good night. As soon as she had left and the door was shut, Arlene eased out of bed and quietly raised the window. Her bedroom was on the bottom level of the tri-level house and her window was almost even with the ground outside facing the back lawn and pool. All she had on was her nightie and a pair of sexy panties as she parted the curtains, slipped through and quietly lowered the window behind herself.

In the near darkness, she made her way until she was on the opposite side of the pool. As she crossed the three-foot-high wall that separated the pool area from the lower level of the back yard, her eyes began to adjust to the moonlight.

“Arnie, are you here?” she called, louder than she meant to.

“Shhhh,” Arnie said, stepping from behind a shrub. “You’re late.”

“I thought Mom would never come by to check on me. I guess she and Dad were making love or something,” she said in a lower voice. “But, he is supposed to leave early in the morning so maybe I can get out sooner tomorrow night.”

Arnie shrugged, “That’s okay about being late. It wasn’t your fault. Come over and sit by me,” he said, taking her hand. “Your dad is gone a lot; maybe he and your mom were making up for lost time.”

Arlene did as he requested, and they sank to the grass where Arnie had spread a blanket for them. They had spent a lot of time here late at night, necking, telling each other how much they loved the other, and making plans to, one day, get married. He told her again how much he loved her and nuzzled her neck as she settled back onto the blanket. They kissed as his hand stroked her side near her breast. Tantalizing her, he touched more of the firm breast until he was running his fingertip across her aroused nipple. After a few minutes, Arlene squeezed his arm and shivered as her orgasm crashed through her pussy. She sighed as he pushed the nightie up and lifted it over her head, her breasts jiggling as she held her arms up in order for him to slip the garment completely off. Now fully sitting up, she shook out her waist-length mop of beautiful brunette hair with its intense auburn highlights, then again lay back to offer her perfect breasts for Arnie to kiss. Obliging her, he lowered his mouth to her left breast, licking and sucking the nipple. After a time, her breathing picked up again and she shuddered beneath him.

As she quieted, Arnie pushed his shorts off and put her hand on his dick. Having done this before, the young virgin dutifully stroked his cock, jacking him off. Arnie continued to suck her breast, rolling his tongue around the inflated nipple, building her toward another orgasm.

As she pumped the boy’s cock in the near darkness, the deed exciting her almost as much as it did him, there was a sound. Both jerked upright, breathing heavily as they saw a figure standing a few feet away. In a mocking tone, a voice asked, dragging out the last word, “Now, what do we have here?”

Before the boy or girl could move, the person squatted beside them and inspected Arlene’s breasts. “Not bad, Little Girl. Not bad.”

Arlene was so scared that she didn’t even think to cover herself, but Arnie found his voice, “What’re you doing here, Jack?” the boy demanded of the nineteen-year-old who lived in an old house a few blocks away. “Nobody told you to come over,” Arnie added, trying to sound firm, but the tremble in his voice ruined the effect.

While rocking back on his heels, the older boy sneered at Arnie. “Don’t get feisty now, Wimp, if I tell your folks what you two have been doing, there’ll be hell to pay.”

When Arlene realized that she was still holding Arnie’s dick, she snatched her hand away, but the cock bobbed before her as if to emphasize Jack’s words.

“You wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?” Arlene pleaded while trying to cover her breasts with one arm as she reached out with the other hand to touch Jack, imploringly.

“Ah, I could probably be persuaded not to,” Jack said, as he pushed her arm aside and placed a hand on her left breast.

Arnie grabbed Jack’s hand. “What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, struggling with Jack.

Jack wouldn’t move his hand away. “Get your hand off me, Arnie, or I’ll go and knock on Arlene’s back door.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Arlene said, twisting out of Jack’s grasp.

Jack grabbed for the other breast and caressed the long nipple between his fingers. “If you pull away again, I’ll show you, Bitch. I even have pictures of you two making out in your cute little way,” he sneered, as he rolled the nipple back and forth. “My phone won’t take decent pictures in this light without the flash being on, but my digital camera has an infrared setting, so I can take pictures in total darkness if I want to.” Relinquishing the nipple, he reached into his shirt pocket, withdrew a picture and handed it to Arnie. “Don’t bother tearing it up. I can print as many as I want.”

Arnie and Arlene stared at the picture. Even in the moonlight, it was evident that Jack hadn’t been lying. The picture had little color and had a green cast, but it was quite clear. Jack returned to nipple squeezing.

Tears slid down Arlene’s cheeks as she pushed at Jack’s hands. Her voice quivered. “Arnie, my mother will kill me, and my dad will kill you if they see that picture.“

“Yeah,” was all Arnie could think of to say as he stared at the picture of Arlene jerking him off while he sucked her nipple. “When did you take this?” he snarled at the older boy.

“Last night, Dickhead. You two were so involved with playing patty-cake that you didn’t even notice me standing ten feet away. I took a ton of pictures, but that one tells the tale just fine.”

By this time, Jack had both nipples in his hands and was squeezing and pulling on them. Arlene pushed at his hands, still crying, but was afraid to make too much noise for fear that her parents would hear.

As the boy and girl tried to make up their minds about what to do, Jack said, “Look, all I want is a little pussy and I’ll be on my way. You two love birds can do it for the rest of your lives for all I care,” he added in a mocking tone.

Arlene whimpered as Arnie hissed out, “You’re crazy, Jack. She’s a virgin and my girl. Where do you come off talking like that?”

Jack nodded toward Arlene as he put a hand on his crotch and massaged the bulge there. “Look, Dummy, this little bitch is ready for a cherry popping – something you should have done months ago. Since you didn’t, ol’ Jack will take care of that little chore for you.” Grinning, he put both hands back on Arlene and milked her nipples.

“Quit that, Jack,” Arnie hissed as he and Arlene both shoved at Jack.

Jack backhanded the smaller boy hard and returned to his milking. “If you touch me again, I’ll go tell her parents what you two have been doing. And, I’ll beat the shit out of both of you every time I see you. You won’t get a chance to suck on her tits after I tell her folks, or see her either, for that matter,” Jack warned, “not to mention getting both of your asses kicked on a regular basis.”

Arnie didn’t know what to do. Jack’s fist had hit him in the mouth; he could taste blood and it felt as if his lip was swelling. He took Arlene in his arms, trying to console her as best he could while Jack continued to pull on her nipples. Arlene reached her face up to Arnie to be kissed. Panting slightly and half-crying, she clung to him and returned the kiss, then after a few moments, shivered as Jack brought her off.

Arnie broke the kiss, dumbfounded. “Arlene, you came for him,” he accused.

“I ... didn’t mean to,” she answered, stammering, appalled at herself. “I’m just so scared.”

Jack continued to milk Arlene with one hand as he shoved his other hand inside her panties. She grabbed the hand as Arnie, not realizing what was happening and still mad about her coming, pulled back from her.

“I didn’t mean to, Arnie, I was kissing you, and he wouldn’t stop pulling on my nipples. It just kind of happened. But he’s got his hand on me,” she squeaked out.

It took Arnie a second to realize what she meant, but when he saw where Jack’s hand was, he exploded. “Get your hand off her,” he railed at Jack, but he was afraid to touch him, worried that the bigger boy/man would really beat his ass. “She’s mine. We’re in love and are saving going all the way until we get married,” he pleaded, his eyes riveted to the sight of Jack’s hand on Arlene’s crotch.

Jack laughed as he continued massaging the brunette’s clit while he milked her nipple with the other hand. Starting with his hand well up on her long breast that seemed to defy gravity, he squeezed and pulled his fingers down until he milked her all the way to the end of the swollen nipple. “I either have my cock crammed in her up to my balls within the next few minutes, or I’ll knock on her door and give the picture to her parents. Now make up your mind, Shithead,” he finished while glaring at Arnie.

Arlene gasped, “What’re we going to do?” she wailed. “I don’t want him to put his thing in me. I want to save that for you until we’re married.”

“You won’t ever marry him,” Jack sneered, as he continued rubbing her clit and milking her breast, “if I don’t get to put my cock in your pussy. I’ll tell your folks what you two have been up to, and they’ll lock your pretty little ass in that house forever. You won’t get to jerk off Prettyboy ever again.”

Arlene and Arnie both knew he was right. They would never get to see each other again.

Seeing their indecision, Jack pushed Arlene back on the blanket and resumed his nipple massage. Arlene’s nipples were longer than Arnie had ever seen them. Jack switched breasts and started milking the other one, one hand still busy on her clit. Arnie realized that Arlene was breathing hard again.

“Don’t you come for him again, “ he admonished.

“I can’t help it, Arnie. Make him stop,” she said, whimpering.

Before Arnie could say anything, Jack interrupted. “Why don’t you kiss her, and I’ll pop her cherry while you two love birds are Frenching?” his hands continuing to massage her clit and milk her breast.

Arlene bowed her body up, moaned, and shuddered.

Jack laughed, “Well, look at this,” he said, as she continued to shiver out her orgasm. Even in the dim light, they could see moisture leaking from the nipple he was pulling on. “The girl gives milk.”

“Leave her alone, Jack. She does that sometimes when she gets excited. She’s been doing it more lately. But, it’s our thing; you don’t have any right to make her do that,” Arnie said, desperately.

Arlene whimpered and shivered again, then relaxed as her orgasm tapered off. Jack milked her long breast in earnest, stripping the nipple between his fingers, trying to make her milk squirt.

“Oh,” she said, and flinched as he milked too hard. “Stop, Jack. That hurts.” After a moment, she added, “I can’t help it. My mother always has milk in her breasts; she told me she had it even before she became pregnant with me. I guess I got it from her.”

“Baby, I’m not making fun of you,” he answered, stroking her breast, but not pulling as hard. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl who had milk in her tits.”

Arnie mumbled, “You can’t fuck her. Go fuck somebody else,” but Jack didn’t pay any attention, instead, he held her breast in his hand as he leaned over and licked the nipple. Arlene caught her breath and trembled. Arnie wanted to push Jack away; sucking her breasts was something special between Arlene and himself, and only he had tasted Arlene’s milk before. He hadn’t wanted Jack to find out about her special thing, but he had. Arnie felt sick all over again. Jack didn’t care though, he just kept sucking and milking her breast until Arlene bucked and shuddered. When she was at the height of her orgasm, he released her breast to sway and bob as he shoved his pants and undershorts down, freeing his cock to wave in front of them as he resumed his pussy massage and breast milking.

Arnie couldn’t stand it any longer. Jack’s bigger cock sticking out for all to see, brought home that he was very close to fucking Arlene – it was really going to happen. Arnie’s heart about to break, the smaller boy tried to push Jack back from the brunette. “Don’t you push at me, Little Boy, or I’ll get up from here and tell her folks. I can go down the street and get all the pussy I want.”

Jack slid Arlene’s panties off with her pulling at his hands, trying ineffectually to stop him, Arnie protesting. “Look at that little pussy,” the larger boy said, eying the sparsely covered mound. Her pussy lips, puckered and sticking out in a little round “O,” glistened with moisture in the moonlight.

Jack pushed Arlene’s legs apart and prepared to mount her, semi-kneeling between her legs while propping himself on one elbow.

“Get away from her,” Arnie whimpered, but was afraid to do anything to Jack who glared at him.

Jack put his hand back on Arlene’s pussy, forcing her hands away as she tried to resist him. “I’m tired of this crap. It’s time for the fucking, and if you want to be a part of it, you can put my dick in for me,” he said to Arnie with a sneer.

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