Chapter 139: Half a Lunch with the Ducklings

Thursday, April 28, 2005 (Continued)

The rest of the time before lunch didn't have anything major happen, mostly just some friendly chatting with quite a few girls, including more 11th graders than normal - some of the politer ones that'd been to our lunch yesterday. Several girls asked about lunch today, checking that Julia and I were still going to be busy elsewhere, as Julia had apparently told them yesterday. I noticed one of the football chasing guys listening in to one such conversation, so they were probably going to be a nuisance the next time we have lunch at high school.

The girl who'd been most upset by my nasty comment to Chloe yesterday had observed that Chloe was being extraordinarily friendly to me today. Chloe often smiled and waved to me, was coming over to talk with me about whatever excuse she could think of. She was even putting her hand on my arm, which was NOT Chloe's normal style at all. So the upset witness queried me about it, with considerable curiosity.

Rather than telling her to talk with Chloe, I said, "Chloe worked out the reason I said that. It was very different than it seemed, and she appreciates what I did, as you can see. You didn't actually believe I'd say something like that to anyone, let alone Chloe, did you? Have you ever seen or heard me do anything like that before?"

"No. That's why I was so shocked. If it'd been most of the other guys saying that I wouldn't have thought twice about it. But I don't understand why you did it though? Chloe hates comments like that."

"She certainly does. Luckily for her she knows I'm not like other guys. I'm going to stop here though, as I don't believe Chloe would like us talking about her personal issues. I appreciate your interest stems from your concern for Chloe, but it would be much more polite if you talked to her directly about this. As you know, I am an extremely polite young gentleman when it comes to Chloe, haha."

At lunchtime, Julia, Ava and I met up and walked down to the middle school together. I asked a question that'd been on my mind, "Ava, how are things at your home?"

We spent most of the walk talking about Ava's parents. Ava's description boiled down to her parents still being somewhat in shock, and that they were worried. They weren't yet ready to celebrate Ava's success in landing me. Ava added, "They'll be fine. Mom even said it wasn't as if they could force me to find another boyfriend. I told her, 'Or girlfriend, ' and she did her best to laugh at that. They can see I'm happy, even if they aren't yet. They are pleased about how much support I'm going to get. Your mom did such a good job on them about that, Julia. She impressed them very much and they believe her assurances that I'm going to be looked after very well."

I said, "Yeah, Vanessa comes across as so capable, anyone would be silly to argue with her."

Julia one-upped me, "If you think that's bad, try arguing with Dad sometime. He doesn't put his foot down often, but when he does, it's hard down."

Having been told off by him a couple of times, I had no doubt of it.

There was one small interlude that occurred halfway through the above conversation. Both girls were wearing noticeably short skirts, which made me wonder whether they were wearing panties, even though I knew the idea of a sexy lunch had been scuttled. Nonetheless, being a curious sort of guy, I eventually succumbed to the temptation of asking, "Ahh, girls, are you following the original dress plan for today?"

Julia quickly answered, "Why don't you feel under our skirts to find out?"

We were halfway between the two 'schools', which means we were in the admin area. There were several teachers near us on their way to their lunchroom, so it was not the best time to act on Julia's suggestion. I nearly turned her joke back on her by suggesting they raise their skirts to show me, but then I feared that Julia might do it. I played safe, by saying, "I think I'll wait and see."

"Seeing is one way. Feeling would be better."

"Both are pretty good in my opinion, but I don't think it's going to be one of those lunches. This is going to be more subdued than we thought originally."

"Sure, but there are still going to be pussies flashing all over the place. Ava, Carol and I don't want to feel left out. Donna too, I imagine, although I forgot to discuss her specifically."

"Huh? Everyone's going commando? Didn't we tell Donna to cool it today?"

"We did. It's true that we don't want you to do anything you could get in trouble for if a blabbermouth blabbered, haha, but there's no real trouble for you if all the girls forget to dress properly. The Ducklings want to show themselves to you, so why should we punish them for Donna's mistake?"

"Umm. I guess we shouldn't. I'm not sure Donna will figure that out though. We were reasonably explicit in the car about this being an ordinary lunch."

"Don't worry," said Julia, "I explained it during my little talk with her."

"You 'explained' that the Ducklings should still take their panties off?"

"Yes. I'm a naughty girl. You should put me over your knee and spank me, especially dressed the way I am now, haha. I know the Ducklings are your project, but I'm just putting them back to how you originally wanted, before Donna's misbehavior upset things. The Ducklings won't even know that the status of their panty-wearing changed, then changed back, so I'm not usurping your role by giving them any instructions. I did it because I was sure you'd prefer the Ducklings to be excited and happy this lunch, rather than sad and disappointed. 'Excited, happy AND flashing.' You'll enjoy that more, won't you?"

"'Excited, happy AND flashing'? Hmm, I guess I might enjoy that more. That doesn't mean I'm going to let you off your spanking! That's too good an invitation not to take advantage of." I had an idea about what to do about that, and didn't want to ruin the surprise, so I said nothing more. Not so much because Julia would enjoy it more if she didn't know in advance, but because I would.

A few seconds later I realized something, "Hey. You got me to wear one of the see-through shirts today."

"Of course. You don't want the Ducklings to think that Ava and I have an unattractive boyfriend, do you? That'd be bad for our reputation." Yep, Julia was going to get spanked all right!

After a few seconds more thought, I checked, "The basic idea is to excite the Ducklings, and even do some sexy things, but among the girls only. Not for me to get personally sexy with any of them, right?"

"That would be best. We don't want to make a big, depressing deal out of it, but it'd be a good little lesson for her if Donna got the impression that you didn't enjoy yourself as much as you could've because you were scared of her blabbing. In reality it's more likely that one of the other girls would talk, and they're so young that it'd be good idea to be cautious anyway. Carol's classmates are two years older, so more trustworthy and less trouble for you if someone does talk. You're fifteen, so you're not going to get in big trouble for sucking on a 14-year old's nipple, but a 12-year old's is pushing it."

We were well clear of the admin block, and I wanted the Ducklings to see that I had a threesome going to sexy up the atmosphere, so I took Ava's hand in mine. Previously Julia had been holding my lower-arm the way she normally does when we walk, but Ava had just been walking on my other side without any physical contact between us. That had been a good idea when there'd been several teachers within easy sight of us, especially as high-school students are discouraged from going down to middle school (and vice versa). It's not prohibited, but questions are often asked. Having lunch with my little sister - or when Carol comes up, with her big brother - is fine. But dressed the way I am and holding two girls' hands might get us a little too much attention. We didn't want a teacher to decide to come check us out halfway through lunch!

For the rest of the walk, we reverted to talking about Ava's parents. She had quite a lot to say about them and their reactions to the dinner party and its revelations, but there wasn't much in the way of real information involved, so I won't bother quoting it here.

We approached Donna's group with me attached to both girls. Before I got close enough to see up any skirts, Donna and Carol rose to their feet to greet me. Donna looked worried; good! The rest of the girls immediately stood too.

I started the introductions, "Girls, this is Julia Williams. Julia is my number one girlfriend and lover. This is Ava West, my latest girlfriend and lover. Ava joined Julia and me only a few days ago, but already the three of us have some fantastic times in bed together." I could see that a few of the girls weren't shocked, which meant they hadn't understood yet. They'd get it eventually, after I got Ava and Julia to play with each other's pussies.

I had made a mental note a few days ago to be very nice to Donna at this lunch. Apparently my being nice to my sisters put me above virtually every other brother the Ducklings had ever heard of. So I said, "And, of course, you know my other two girlfriends and lovers, Carol and Donna."

Some of the Ducklings were still gasping in shock over my relationship with Julia and Ava, so it was difficult to tell how many of the new gasps were belated reactions to that introduction, or were in response to my latest comment. My sisters were standing facing me too, and looked just as shocked.

I winked at them as I moved to put my arms around, then turned them around to face the Ducklings, clarifying, "They are my 'love - hers'. Two words. I was teasing you by telling you the truth. In a silly way I admit, but still the truth as I do love them both." I tightened my hugs briefly.

^-- "And they are my 'girls' and 'friends'. They're good friends who happen to be girls. Actually Donna only just became a girl as I consider it. Until recently we used to run around together, play basketball, get muddy, and do guy-type things. Then she foolishly started growing those bumpy things on her front. They're GREAT on other girls, but they're a nuisance on a sister. Now it's virtually impossible for me to get into the bathroom because either Carol or Donna is in there making herself look even prettier. Good grief, they're both pretty enough already, so why do they have to spend hours in the bathroom! Anyway, now I've introduced my foolishly bumpy sisters, and my two real girlfriends, Julia and Ava, what are all your names?"

Having bewildered them all, it took a few seconds to get the introductions underway. I made Donna do the introductions in a way that made it easy for me to see each of them clearly, and put a name to each face. I uncentered and got each of my minds to take turns memorizing names, as I'd done at Carol's lunch. When we got to the end, I mentally checked that I had names for all of them. I was confident enough to say, "Have any of you noticed that when it comes to pretty girls, boys act very stupidly?"

I got some giggly agreement. I continued, "You'd think that my having two lovers already would be enough, but 'No', being a boy I still remember the names of the pretty girls far easier than ordinary-looking girls. I'll go through you all, and call out the names of the girls I remember, which will be those girls who I think are pretty."

I quickly worked my way through all the girls, touching them on their shoulders and saying their names. To my relief I got all their names right. To their relief too.

At the end, they started asking each other, "Was that everyone?", "Did he miss anyone?"

I said, "Put your hand up if you're pretty."

That caused some interesting confusion. I gave them a few seconds, then added, "I only remember the names of pretty girls, so put your hand up if I remembered your name."

Most of them put their hands up, but three did not. I called out their three names, then added, "I remember your names, so you must be pretty."

They didn't appear convinced, so it was time to use the big guns. I walked over and kissed each of them on the cheek. The third girl tried for a lip kiss - so much for her lacking in confidence! - but I said, "It wouldn't be fair to the other two, so on the cheek only please."

When I'd kissed her I said, "You may not believe I remembered your names because you're pretty, but I DEFINITELY only kiss pretty girls. Every single one of you here is pretty. When I was in 6th grade I don't remember the whole grade had this many pretty girls. I'm impressed you have so many pretty girlfriends, Donna."

I wasn't exaggerating much either, this was a fine bunch of young girls. Their natural good looks were helped considerably by every single one of them wearing a short skirt, which wonderfully stimulated my imagination.

Donna said, "Most of them aren't my girlfriends. They want to be YOUR girlfriend! That's what being a Duckling means."

#4: <Oops. I thought we were going to tell Donna not to publicly use that word, ESPECIALLY not in front of the girls concerned. I guess we messed that up.>

#1: <The Ducklings don't seem to care though. If anything, they seem happy at the name.>

#2: <There's one easy way to find out.>

"Do you girls like being called Ducklings?"

That was greeted with lots of giggles. One of the girls eventually, bashfully, admitted, "We think it's very exciting. We're all very happy to be your Ducklings."

"Show him, Chelsea," suggested one of the girls to another.

Chelsea looked reluctant. "Go on," several of the girls urged Chelsea.

"If you don't, I will," said one of the others.

"Go on, Chelsea. You said you would and we all think yours is the best."

"Okay, I will."

#2: <Yippee.>

#1: <What are they talking about?>

#2: <I don't know. But the sooner she does, the sooner we can start eating. I get very hungry at this time of day.>

Donna commanded, "Get into position everyone, like I told you."

As the girls all started moving, Donna said, "Mark, you know how ducks have a cute tail? It sort of flicks up at the end?"

#1: <I know ducks do, but do ducklings have tails like that? I don't know that I've ever looked closely enough at a duckling to know.>

#4: <Ahh, guys. The Ducklings appear to be getting ready to do something rather interesting. The other girls are moving so the rest of the school can't see Chelsea. I suspect I know what's about to happen, and verisimilitude can take a hike. Say, "Yes." Let's get this ball rolling, although I doubt there'll be any balls involved, haha.>

I quickly answered Donna, "Yes. They look very cute." I added the last sentence as some anticipatory appreciation, as all our minds had the same suspicion about what was coming next.

Donna continued, "The girls that could have all trimmed their hair to look like a duck's tail. Chelsea's looks the best. Show him Chels."

Chelsea looked around, saw we had privacy, apart from the two dozen members of our lunch party, and smiled at me nervously as she raised the front of her skirt. It would've been impolite not to look. Mom has raised me to be very polite, so I had a very good look. Chelsea had removed all her pussy hair, except for a thin vertical strip above her clit. That strip was shaved short at the top, and for about two-thirds of the way down, then the bottom third became increasingly long, so it gave the illusion of a little "flick up a the end," to quote Donna.

"VERY nice," I told her pussy. I've never met a pussy I haven't liked, and that continues to be the case, especially with that cute effect. I looked up at the pussy's owner, and said, "Very cute, Chelsea. You've done a nice job. Ducklings are cute, and so are you."

Chelsea blushed with pleasure, bashfully saying, "Thank you, Egg. Oh, we can call you Egg, can't we? Donna normally calls you Mark, but most of us say Egg."

"Egg is fine. Lots of people call me that and I quite like it."

I almost reached for her tail, then thought better of it. Rubbing her pussy would easily fit into the category of "Activities That Would Get Me Into Trouble If It Was Blabbed About". Not to mention that if we started off doing this, who knows what we might be up to by the end of lunchtime. I'd better not do it, but I did remember that I wanted to ramp up the bisexuality side of things, so I turned around and I called, "Julia and Ava. Do you want to come have a look at a very cute pussy?"

"Yes please," said Julia. "I was hoping you'd ask." Julia looked eager, although I suspect it was more act than actual.

"Me too." agreed Ava.

"Oh," said Chelsea.

I looked at Chelsea as I was moving away, and she seemed okay with it. The other girls had all agreed that she had the best one, which presumably meant they'd all looked, so Chelsea could hardly be shy. She'd just been surprised. Interestingly Chelsea mostly looked at me, while I was standing a few feet away from her, rather than down at Julia and Ava kneeling in front of her.

After several seconds I said, "Good girl, Chelsea. You're a good Duckling." I had no real idea what she thought being a Duckling meant, but whatever it was, she was definitely being a good one.

"Thank you. I really want to be one."

#4: <From her wording, it sounds like she doesn't consider herself one yet. I'm a little confused about what they think a Ducking is, but we can't really ask Donna in front of all of them.>

Chelsea's stated desire caused all the other Ducklings (or would-be Ducklings?) to call out similarly, with a great deal of eagerness.

They were very eager for acceptance, and I wanted to reassure them. I was intending to say something like, "You're all very pretty, and would make wonderful Ducklings," but I thought better of it. Instead I said, "You're all very pretty, which is important, but there are lots of other things a good Duckling needs to be. Who can tell me what the main ones are?"

They all knew, and they called them out in a big, mixed-up overlapping of eager voices. I was also pleased to hear many repeats of, "Donna says..." It was quickly apparent that Donna had been saying quite a lot to get the Ducklings to behave the way I wanted, which was wonderful of her. The Ducklings seemed to have taken Donna's instructions to heart, which was wonderful of them. Their answers expressed the same things in several ways, but they certainly had the right ideas, saying things like "We have to do what you say." Some of them added, "Donna says that's very important," and I couldn't help but agree. Another common comment was, "There might be quite a lot of sexy stuff, with you and sometimes with girls."

#4: <This is looking good!>

#1: <Yeah, but their saying it and their doing it aren't the same thing. Some of them look quite nervous about it, which is hardly surprising with 12-year olds. Let's settle everything down and have lunch. #2 did say he was hungry.>

"Very good, girls. Donna has told you correctly. Let's sit down and have lunch, and there are a couple of things I want to tell you."

Carol called out, "Hang on please. I'd like to see Chelsea's duck tail up close while the other girls are still in position."

"Oh yes. Sorry Carol, I keep forgetting you're interested in such things." I HAD forgotten, but to be fair to myself, there were a lot of distractions. I'd started my sentence intending to conclude it with a point about not thinking of my sisters as being sexual, to make it less likely any of the Ducklings would suspect I was an incestuously naughty boy, but it seemed best to stop where I did. Any more might've been suspiciously belaboring it too much.

Ava and Julia moved away, and Carol took their place in front of Chelsea. Carol looked at the duck tail for a few seconds, then reached up and started brushing her fingers through the hair.

Carol said, "Chelsea, do you know I am a lesbian?"

#4: <Not only a lesbian, but a lesbian who is currently stroking Chelsea's pussy hair. I wonder what Chelsea thinks of that?>

"Umm, yes. Donna said you and Mark's girlfriends sometimes, umm, you know."

"Have you ever had sex with another girl?"

"Umm. No. Not really."

"If you spend time with Mark, you're probably going to do lots of sexy things. Some with him, some with girls. Are you ready for that?"

"I think so. Donna said that if we wanted to be Ducklings we had to do whatever sex stuff Mark wanted, and she said he does a lot of that. It's scary, but I REALLY want to have sex with him."

"Have you ever had sex with a boy before?"

"Just kissing and stuff."

"Do you want Mark to kiss you?"

"Oh yes. That would be wonderful."

"And do you want him to take your clothes off, and kiss you all over your body? To kiss you lips, suck your nipples and lick your pussy?"

Chelsea's body shivered with anticipation, "Oh yes. I would LOVE that! Donna says he makes girls feel very, very good."

"Yes, he does. You couldn't choose a better guy to be your first. Or your second, third and every other number too, haha. Every girl says he's the best she's ever had. You're very brave being the first girl here to show herself, and also in letting me touch you, so I hope you succeed at getting Mark to be your lover."

All the girls were listening anyway, but Carol moved away from Chelsea a little, to address them easier, "There are dozens of girls promising my brother they'll do whatever he wants. There are dozens just in my 8th grade classes, plus more than a hundred in high school. To have any chance of Mark choosing to spend time with you, you're going to have to behave perfectly. Chelsea has set a great example so far. She's been sexy, obedient, truthful, let Mark and his girlfriends look at her closely, let any of us who wanted to touch her, hasn't talked too much or tried to beg Mark. She's done EXACTLY the right things, and I hope you'll all do just as well.

^-- "One day one of you might be invited to be Mark's girlfriend - maybe for one night, maybe for longer, or maybe even forever. If that happens, hundreds of girls will be incredibly envious of you, and it'll be the most amazing thing that could ever happen to you. So good luck, Ducklings!"

While Carol was talking, I whispered to Julia, "This is not like Carol, and especially because in the car we said this lunch was just going to be an ordinary one."

Julia answered, "I texted her earlier. She's just setting the mood. What you choose to get them to do is up to you."

"Ahh, I see."

Carol turned to Julia, "Is there anything you want to say now, Julia?"

"Only to agree with everything you said, darling.

^-- "Chelsea, you have set a very good example. The rest of you, notice that she did what we wanted, exactly the way we wanted it. She also didn't make a fuss about anything. She didn't complain when Mark didn't touch her, for example, even though I'm sure she was wishing he would. Chelsea was excellent. That's how good every girl has to be, especially a Duckling, because Mark is so much older, smarter and more experienced than any of you."

Julia looked at me, and I said, "Let's sit down and eat." I was looking forward to the eating part, of course, but also to the sitting down part. I expected to see a LOT of pussies when all the Ducklings sat down.

I told my group how I wanted them to sit: Donna to my right, Julia to my left, then Ava and Carol farther left. The Ducklings had more trouble positioning themselves. They all wanted to sit facing me, but there were too many of them. Jostling was starting to get a little serious, until Julia spoke up.

"Ducklings! Behave yourselves. We'll let you all have turns sitting close to Mark." Julia pointed out several of the girls, choosing those that were conveniently already in a good position to sit in front, saying, "You sit closest first, then a third of the way through lunch, you'll swap over..."

I spoke up, "Actually Julia, I'm going to choose different girls to sit near to me first. Seeing them push each other to be in front was interesting. I don't like pushy, bossy girls; I much prefer helpful, cooperative, nice girls. The girls that let themselves be pushed away are much more likely to be the sort of girls I want, so will the following girls please come and sit at the front." I called out seven girls' names. I hadn't been paying much attention to the jostling, nor had that concept occurred to me until Julia was already arranging her solution, but I'd noticed enough to make it easy to pick out seven names. Once I'd called the names, I turned to start taking my lunch out of its bag, leaving Julia to duckherd the Ducklings into position.

It took the girls at the front a while to moved back, and the girls at the back to move forward, so I managed to get a couple of bites down before I stopped eating to enjoy the sight of them all sitting down. Chelsea was one of the seven I'd named, and she was the first to sit and spread her legs so I got a great view. A couple of the other front-row girls weren't shy either, so they were very soon similarly displayed. The other four were more reluctant, modest, or whatever their 'problem' was, but they were eventually all sitting.

I'd enjoyed looking at each of them in turn, and had smiled or made some small encouraging comment each time. The last of the seven girls to sit was a slightly different story - she sat modestly, and didn't expose herself to me. This was not good Duckling behavior! I like looking at pussies. They're almost 'right up there' with breasts, if you'll excuse the anatomical inaccuracy, so it was worth making a little effort to see if this terrible state of affairs could be remedied. I said the girl's name, "Susan," (I'm VERY pleased how good my memory is now), then "I can't help noticing that you're sitting modestly. I was particularly looking forward to looking at your pussy." This was a true statement. Not particularly as compared to other girls' pussies, but particularly when compared to looking at her knees or other boring body parts. "It's entirely your choice whether you show me, of course, but maybe there's a problem I can help you with. Is there a reason why you don't want to show me?"

With a little bit of encouragement, the reason emerged. Susan confessed, "I'm embarrassed that I'm not very developed. I look like a little girl, and I don't have any hair at all. I'm too young."

She was starting to get weepy, which I did not want at all, so I quickly said, "That's definitely NOT a problem. Look at my number one girlfriend! Julia is even smaller than you are, and she's my favorite of all the girls I've known." I knew Carol would forgive me for that lie. Besides, something important was at stake.

I turned to Julia, and commanded, "Julia, show the girls your pussy. Be careful the rest of the school doesn't see." The Ducklings had their backs to the school, so we were 'facing' it, with more than just her face, if Julia wasn't careful.

Julia said, "Certainly." Then she rearranged her legs and raised her skirt just far enough to let those sitting close see.

I said, "See, Julia has no hair either. She shaves it off because I like it that way. I like my girlfriends to be smooth, so if you've got no hair at all then that's wonderful, because you skin must feel perfectly smooth. So your being hairless is NO problem at all! That's why I'm having lunch with all of you. I think girls your age are sexy! Older girls can get very full of themselves after they've had boys chasing them for a few years. I like it that you're young. I don't think less of you because of it; I think more! Now that I know you're hairless, Susan, I ESPECIALLY want to look at you, so please sit the same way as the other girls."

"Really?"

"I like my girlfriends to be hairless because that makes it much better to lick them. If we were in private now, I'd ask if I could lick you. I'd lick you over and over again, until you'd had several orgasms. Ahh, do girls your..."

#4: <Don't ask if girls her age have orgasms! You'd be making a fool out of us.>

" ... Umm. I was starting to get egotistical there, by assuming that my licking you would turn you on. Let's just say that I REALLY like hairless pussies. Because we're at school I can't show you how much, but if you watch me for the next several minutes, you'll see that I'll be looking at your pussy a lot. That's presuming you give me the pleasure of letting me look at all. Pretty please?"

#4: <That wasn't a very good save. Couldn't you think of anything better?>

#2: <No I couldn't. But we seem to have gotten away with it. It's hard to remember that they're sexually capable. I know Donna is, given how much she enjoys her vibrator, but it's still hard to stop thinking of her as the baby of the family. And Susan has as little figure as Donna.>

Susan hesitantly opened her legs a little, and I made appreciative noises, so she opened wider. Soon she was as exposed as the others.

I said, "Thanks, Susan. You're very beautiful."

I'd intended to get her to raise her skirt even higher, so she'd be more visible than the other girls, but, #1: < I think that's enough. We've probably even overdone it somewhat already. It's not as if we actually prefer undeveloped girls, is it? We'd much rather girls looked like Chloe or Carol.>