Chapter 279: Cuties and Ducklings Go Browsing While I Go Exploring

Friday, September 2 to Sunday, September 25, 2005 (Continued)

The Cuties and Ducklings were worth their weight in goose down. (You should've seen what the cost of the duvet for my big bed was! It had to be custom-made, as apparently duvets that big have serious problems with the dreaded "Feather Compaction", so they end up being very expensively divided into internal mini-duvets. Either that or the store saw us as rich idiots and ripped us off.)

There were a number of factors that combined wonderfully when it came to the Cuties and Ducklings:

• Most importantly, my sisters. The Cuties and Ducklings wouldn't have worked even one-tenth as well without my sisters' wonderful help.

• Patch earned his not-inconsiderable keep by providing the visitors with a wonderful parental justification, as well as genuinely motivating the girls to visit. For some girls - those that thought they had no chance with me - Patch provided even more motivation than I did, relegating flirting with me to the status of a bonus for their visits.

• To a lesser extent, the swimming pool provided a justification for visiting us too. It made up for the "lesser" by providing an excellent reason for the girls to remove most of their clothes; something Patch completely failed to achieve, no matter how many apples I promised him.

• My Wing, with all the privacy it afforded.

• The Cuties and Ducklings were at the ages (thirteen to fifteen mostly) where they very easily fell into crushes, were inexperienced and very easily swayed by peer pressure. The older of those girls were starting to develop some strength of character, but they were still fairly easy to manage. The younger girls were so easy that using the word "manage" misleadingly implies that some effort was required.

• Diana and Claire were also very helpful; especially Diana, because Carol got her involved in sexing up both groups.

To continue my analytical approach, there were three types of Cutie-Duckling visits (I'll combine their names, as after a few dates I combined the groups themselves):

• An event centered on me. I'd tell Carol and/or Donna I was free on a particular day, and we'd arrange the Cuties and/or Ducklings to come over and 'play', according to whatever plan I had for the day.

• An event centered on Carol. These were the sessions where she trained the groups into being more sexual. They were very much like the previous type of date, except I wasn't involved. Carol had no trouble getting the Cutie-Ducklings into a lot of sexual behavior, especially with Diana and Claire being very willing helpers. None of the other girls knew the two Norris girls were effectively moles working for us.

• Casual pop-ins. It wouldn't be too much of an exaggeration to say that there was a Cutie or Duckling around more often than not. If any of them had a quarter of a chance, or their parents took their eyes off them for a while, they'd scoot over. Often to see Patch rather than me (he provided me with a surprising amount of competition, for a gelding). I ended up having to get Donna a cheap cellphone to make managing her burgeoning social life easier. That fact that it helped my sex-life was an excellent additional reason.

I tended to avoid spending much time with the casual pop-ins, or else we would've been swarmed by them, especially because 13-year old girls are extremely good at swarming; that being one of the reasons they were called "Ducklings". Although I must admit that when they'd popped in to visit Patch, I often couldn't resist using Patch to play the fool in front of them. Because Patch's movement intentions were so easily swamped by my EKP and he took direction from NP so well, I had fantastic control over him, so we could do some pretty good tricks, such as my doing a handstand on his back while he galloped past the very impressed girls (NP could hold me up easily).

Patch and I had a little comedy act too, where he'd gallop under a branch that overhung the back of our property. I had to be standing up in the stirrups to do it, but I'd pretend to get hung up on the branch and knocked out of the saddle, while Patch quickly turned around and came back, so when I dropped on him I'd be facing the wrong way. Then I'd ham up something silly, similar to what I'd done with Cousin Jennifer. It was pretty easy to make the girls giggle (that and swarming were what they did best).

The events centered on me were a different matter. Once we got back from our honeymoon, and were living in our new home, the Cutie-Duckling seduction moved into top gear. As I'd promised them, both groups were soon invited over, given the guided tour, shown important places like the pool and my bedroom, and introduced to Patch (I quickly learned to do that as the last stop on the tour, or some girls would be reluctant to leave him).

I'd flirt with the girls outrageously, especially with Diana and Claire. I'd take physical liberties with them, and they'd thank and praise me for being so wonderful. Then they'd sigh, and suggest that another girl should have a turn with me. They already knew which girls were already panting for me, so they'd something like, "You should play with Kim next. She REALLY likes you." Kim would blush with embarrassment, and temporarily hate Diana, but I had a very effective way of fixing that. I'd enthusiastically take Kim into my arms and repeat on Kim the liberties I'd taken on Diana, all while Diana was saying, "Isn't he wonderful? Doesn't it feel great? I loved it so much. You're so lucky, Kim."

Seducing the Cutie-Ducklings was very easy:

• My being rich didn't have much direct effect on the Ducklings, although it did excessively influence some of the Cuties. What I used my money for was more important. Buying Patch was the ultimate example, but even something as simple as ordering a bunch of pizzas went down well (I thought so too). None of their brothers would buy pizzas for a large bunch of their sister's friends. Taking them for rides in my car with the lid down worked well too, although it wasn't suitable for large groups. It was good for an ice-cream run though.

• Carol, Donna, Diana and Claire knew what each of the girls felt about me. That was especially useful to know about the ones hottest to do sexual things.

• Peer pressure could be used to quickly get momentum happening in the right direction (that being the sexual direction, in case you were in any doubt). Peer pressure worked especially well on the Ducklings.

• My sisters sung my praises. That carried a lot of weight with all the girls, so it made a big difference. I was always very nice to my sisters. For example, when I was riding Patch one day, I asked him, "Patch, please pick the most beautiful girl for me to kiss." Patch walked forward and 'chose' Donna. I told him, "That's my SISTER! I can't kiss my SISTER! Pick another beautiful girl." He walked down the line again, then insisted on Donna. The girls knew I was steering Patch with my knees (they guessed), so they knew I was just complimenting Donna in a humorous way. By the way, Donna was being surprisingly mature and undemanding over my doing sexy things with her friends but not with her. I made sure to frequently praise Donna for her maturity, ending something like, "You-Know-What is going to be very impressed on your next birthday." Donna greatly hoped so. She clearly felt the desire, which meant she truly was doing well not to act on it.

• As useful as Patch was, the pool was even better. The Cutie-Ducklings loved playing "Toss the Girl". They were generally fairly small girls, most weighing slightly less than my NP force, so I could toss them pretty high. I loved feeling their asses (and other flirtations), so we were all happy. There was a delightful amount of pool flirtations during each group's first visit, but only flirtations.

After my first session with each group, Carol started sexing up their attitudes. We (me mostly, but my girls are VERY cooperative) wanted to turn the Cuties and Ducklings into sex groups, rather than "Girls Who Giggle Uselessly Whenever They See Mark" groups. The Cuties' and Ducklings' second mansion dates were so similar that I'll just describe the Cuties' date in detail.

When it was time to get into the pool, Carol took off her dress to reveal her Australian bikini. Talk about making an impact! Especially as Carol had always dressed conservatively at school. The Australian bikini was NOT conservative. (If we really want to support our soldiers in Iraq, we should let them invade Australia. They'll enjoy themselves a hell of a lot more there.)

Once the girls had gotten over their shock (pretended shock in the well-prepared Diana's case), Diana yelled, "CAROL! Where did you get that! I've GOT TO get one. I want to wear one for Mark."

"Me too!" yelled some of the other girls.

"Ahh, me too," added the rest, because peer pressure is a truly wonderful thing.

Carol answered, "I told Mark what I wanted and he got it for me over the internet. After we've had our swim, we should go to Mark's study and order bikinis for all of you too."

Diana and some of the girls were immediately enthusiastic, but others voiced the most predictable worry: "My parents would KILL me if they saw that!" Apparently there must be quite a few homicidal parents in Corvallis, because most girls agreed with that. No way should parents be allowed to kill their sexy daughters. Football-playing sons I'd be willing to encourage them to kill, but never sexy girls. You've got to draw a line somewhere.

"No problem," Carol said helpfully. "You can buy them using Mark's computer, have them delivered here, and leave them here for whenever you come. Your parents will never know." That reassured them. I guess it's nice to know that your parents aren't going to kill you.

Then there was the second predictable problem: "I don't have any money," stated one girl, others realizing they were in the same terrible situation. Personally I think it's appalling that parents would let their daughters get so poor that they couldn't afford to buy something so essential.

"That should be easy," Carol said helpfully (Carol is very helpful in such situations). "What's the use of my having a rich brother if he won't do little favors for my friends? Mark, would you PLEASE buy bikinis like this for my friends that can't afford it?"

"Hmm, let me think about that. On the one hand, I'll see a dozen very beautiful and nice girls in sexy bikinis. On the other hand ... Hmm, I can't think of an 'on the other hand'. I guess that means I'll be happy to do it." That was greeted with much celebration. It's nice that I could make so many girls happy.

There were a couple of girls who said, "I'm not sure whether I could wear something like that. It's very revealing. People can see EVERYTHING. You know it's see-through, don't you Carol? That people can see your, umm, you know, down there?"

Carol answered, "I love that it's see-through. I'll only wear it when I'm with people that I trust. I don't have a boyfriend, but if I did, I'd get very excited about being able to show him my body so well. You're very lucky that you'll be able to enjoy showing yourself to Mark."

I knew that once the other girls started wearing them, the wimps would also want to (it's that wonderful peer pressure thing again. It's amazingly versatile and useful). So I said, "It seems most of you want them, so I'll order a few spares for the rest of you, in case you change your mind later." That took care of that.

Several girls worried that they'd look no good, especially Ducklings that didn't have much figure yet. Regardless of who was speaking, that was just SILLY TALK! Part of the magic of bikinis is that they make any girl look good. Obviously not fat, 50-year old women, or even fat 15-year old girls, but there were none of either of those here today. There was absolutely no doubt whatsoever that every girl in the Cutie-Duckling collective would look cock-hardeningly awesome. I managed to convincingly convey my opinion on the matter.

There was a lot more conversation about Carol's bikini. She'd taken it on our honeymoon, so the girls could easily see that Carol's tan was amazingly wide spread, especially as Carol had gone topless on Ko Phi Phi's beaches more often than not, which led to quite a long conversation. It all added to the wonderful progress we were making.

Later, after our swim, it was time for the excited girls to order their new bikinis; Carol and Diana having revved up the subject again. I got their attention, then said, "Girls, I'm worried about one thing. Distressingly, teenagers can be too easily swayed by peer pressure, and it's very important to me that none of you get pushed into buying a bikini that you'd feel uncomfortable in. Nor should you let how gorgeous and wonderful I'd think you'd look influence you either. If you don't want to be as sexy as Carol, that's entirely your choice. So I insist that only one of you at a time comes into my study to choose her bikini, so the other girls can't look over her shoulder and push her into the wrong decision. I care for you all too much to let any of you be pushed around like that."

"Isn't my brother the best?" asked Carol. They agreed I was the best. That was good to know.

I'm not one to rest on my laurels, so I added, "Thank you. I think you're all wonderful too. I just had another idea. It doesn't seem fair that I pay for some of your bikinis but not the others'. So I think the fairest thing is if I pay for all of them. Is that okay?" It left them with more money to buy other clothes with, so of course it was okay.

We all moved into my living room. Carol got drinks and snacks (I make sure our kitchen is VERY well stocked with such things), while I said, "Diana, you were the first to ask for a new bikini so let's order your one first."

"Goody. I know what I want."

"What's that?"

"The TINIEST one you can find! I want to be VERY sexy for you, Mark. I think you're wonderful and I want you to see all of my body whenever you want."

"That's very nice of you, but you don't have to do that if you don't want to. I enjoy being with you regardless of what you wear."

"I WANT TO! I'm only a little girl and I can't make you feel as good as you make me feel, so I want you to look at my body as much as you want. And you can touch it too, if you want. You can do anything you want to me, even have sex if you want. I want to do EVERYTHING with you. I WISH you'd touch me. Sometimes I wish that so much that I can't sleep..."

Diana had probably laid it on thick enough by now, as a delightfully large proportion of our audience were clearly in agreement, with many of them echoing the same opinion. I hadn't given Diana an exact script as getting her to remember it and deliver it believably would've been asking too much of her. Instead, I'd given her the main ideas and was letting her own motivation provide all the impetus. It'd be best not to let her speak too long though, in case she wandered clumsily. So I interrupted, "I didn't know you felt so strongly. I think you're a lovely person and a sexy girl as well. But I don't want to take advantage of your feelings too much, so how about I touch you just a bit while you're looking at what bikini you want to buy."

"That would be WONDERFUL! Thank you. You can touch me a LOT if you want."

"Just a little I think, sweetie. I'll give you time to get used to your feelings and to see if you change your mind. I'm not the sort of guy who'd take advantage of a girl unless she was REALLY sure."

"I'm ALREADY sure! I want you so much I dream about it sometimes and I think about you every day. And I, umm, play with myself a lot thinking about you."

We were totally improvising now, but it was going well. Diana did have strong feelings for me and she was using them very well in this little act. I played along, "You don't need to be embarrassed about that, sweetie. Sex is a perfectly natural and enjoyable activity, especially when the two people are willingly sharing it with each other as friends, not like a lot of the guys do when they selfishly push girls too far."

"You'd NEVER do that! You're too wonderful..."

"Don't be too sure about that. You're a very nice girl, and I might get carried away touching you when we're in the study."

"I'd LOVE you to. I want you to do EVERYTHING with me."

"Maybe later we can do more, if you still want to, but at the beginning I want to start slowly. I don't want you to ever regret doing anything with me. That you're happy is more important to me than sex. That goes for the rest of you too. You never have to worry about me pushing you too far. I don't want you to push each other into buying bikinis you're not comfortable with, and I'd hate to push you too far sexually. I'll try to be very careful with you, but please make sure you always speak up right away if you feel uncomfortable, or if you're worried about being pushed too fast. Your happiness is the most important thing, okay?" Their happiness truly was important, because if they weren't happy they might complain to their parents, and then I'd be made VERY unhappy.

I let them gush reassurances at me for a while. It was very enjoyable watching their eagerness and listening to them repeat many of the things Diana had said. I doubt very much that any of them would've had the gumption to say what Diana had said, but once she'd said it, most of them had no trouble enthusiastically agreeing with it, especially because most of the others were saying the same thing at the same time. I don't know about you, but I'm starting to think peer pressure is wonderful.

I interrupted, that being the only way of getting a chance to speak, "Thank you very much for all your wonderful compliments. It makes me feel very good. Every single one of you is an exceptionally nice girl, and I'm honored that you want to do things like that with me. I'm a VERY lucky guy. But as much fun as it would certainly be, I won't let you go so fast. We'll take it slowly, so I'm sure that I'm not taking advantage of any of you. Even though I might have trouble getting to sleep thinking about how wonderful it'd be. Come on, Diana, let's find a new bikini for you."

I put my arm around her shoulders and steered her toward my study. As soon as the study door was closed behind us, I gave her a VERY appreciative kiss, holding her ass tight and rubbing her groin against my hard cock, that being a very good way of showing my appreciation.

When we came up for air, Diana was glazed with lust (admittedly she was easy to glaze). She said, "I WISH we could have sex now. I want it very badly now."

"When we were kissing, you might've noticed how much I wanted it?"

"{Giggle}. I got you very excited."

"You did indeed. Because you're so sexy of course, but also because of how well you did talking in front of the other girls."

"{Giggle}. That was funny. I like doing things like that with you and Carol. I hope you ask me to do more of them."

"I'm sure we will. You're very good." Role-playing like that is something nearly every female is good at. That's why it's SO much better to have them on your side, because they can be hellishly tricky creatures otherwise. If Adriana hadn't made the mistake of denigrating me and walking away from the group lunch just before I got rich, I wouldn't have a clue how fake she is.

Bikini shopping with the girls individually had the disadvantage of possibly taking a long time if I dillydallied with each. Obviously I was still going to do it, because the advantages were overwhelming, but I had to move it along fairly quickly. I sat in my chair and got Diana to sit in my lap. I put one my hands on the mouse and the other hand on the pussy. By the way, I'd asked Carol to tell the girls in both groups to ALWAYS wear dresses when they visited me. Never jeans or shorts.

To save time, I'd already bookmarked the main bikini stores on my main computer (the one with the most software), and just the wonderful Australian store on the secondary computer. I started with the secondary computer, fired up Mozilla Firefox (Andrew had put me onto it recently, as being safer and better than Internet Explorer. I was starting to learn some stuff about computers), opened the Australian store, navigated down to the correct bikini section because they had a lot of bikini sections that were of no interest to me, then created three duplicate windows which I moved to the other panels. In each I called up a different design's picture, two made of mesh fabric, two of sheer, all of which I already had plenty of in the box I had stored in the garage.

Four LARGE pictures of sexy girls in tiny bikinis made Diana say, "Wow. Your computer is amazing. I've never seen one like this before."

I had two computers, but that didn't matter. "I use it a great deal, and it helps me to have such a good setup." I actually spend very little time in my study, but my sight blob spends about six hours per night here so I'll count my statement as true, if only for the novelty value.

I changed hands. Right hand from mouse to pussy, left hand from pussy to the primary computer's mouse. On the primary computer, I called up four different stores, the Australian one again, and three others, calling up a sample on each site, including another sample on my favorite store's.

"Which bikini do you want?"

"The tiniest one. You told me to say that, but it's true. I want to be very sexy for you. I'd go naked if I could."

"We will have days when the girls and I will be naked, but not yet..."

"Wow. That'll be amazing. All of us naked, even you?"

"Yep. But we'll start with bikinis for all of you though. I don't want to go too fast in case one of the girls get scared and complains to her mother or father."

"She'd have to be crazy. You're such a wonderful boy. I don't think any of them would tell on you. I think they all love you already."

"Better safe than sorry. We should pick a bikini, because once we've done that I can concentrate of giving your pussy a good time."

"Oh goody. You pick one Mark. Pick QUICKLY, {giggle}."

"That one there in blue," as I pointed to one of the first ones I'd displayed.

"Good." Diana arched her head around and we started kissing while I starting frigging her properly.

Diana is VERY easy to get off, so a couple of minutes later I was cuddling her and saying nice things while she recovered. I think her hair-trigger is emotional rather than physiological. I don't think lack of experience is relevant. If anything, Diana is getting-off faster as she's accumulating experience, and she has accumulated quite a lot by now. She's made out with maybe a dozen girls, and has had full-on sex with me, Carol, Ava and even Julia, in all sorts of combinations. I wrote "even Julia" because I don't put her into such situations often now. Julia will truly do ANYTHING I want her to, and even enjoy doing it for me, but if she's got a free choice she prefers sex with just her spouses and/or Ava. I know Julia and Ava play around when Julia stays at Ava's house overnight, but that's as wide as Julia's own desires take her. Unlike the early days, there's rarely any pressure on Julia to do more, as there are enough other girls who are happier to do interesting new people for me, or often for themselves once I set it up.

When Diana was ready, I asked her, "You remember what to say when you go back?"

"Yes. I got the tiniest bikini we could find. It's about the same size as Carol's, which is a pity because I wanted much smaller. Also I sat in your lap and begged you to put your finger on my cunny, but for a long time you refused because you were too nice. I kept begging and you finally agreed and you were so good I had a 'gasm. Right?"

"Right on. You're a wonderful girl."

"I wish I was older."

We'd had this conversation several times before. She wanted to have a chance of marrying me. The first couple of iterations I'd pointed out that if she'd been older her mother would've turned her into another Mackenzie, and other equally useless comments. Now I said, "If we're making wishes, can I wish for ten of you exactly like you are now, or is that being far too selfish? Maybe I could wish one of you was older, because someone would need to do all the cooking. With ten of you, I'm going to need a LOT of food to keep me going!" That, and a few more complimentary nonsense statements, had her cheered up and amused enough to trot back to the living room, deliver her lines, then send the next girl in.

The next girl rushed in eagerly. Eager victims are my favorite type. She immediately started climbing onto my lap, so I exclaimed with apparent surprise, "You want to sit in my lap!"

"Diana said she sat in your lap so that's what I want." She was on by now, so apparently she did want it. She wanted something else, because she spread her legs, saying, "She said you played with her cunny and I REALLY want that too please. Please don't make me beg. I've been dreaming about this FOREVER! I can't stop thinking about your touching me. PLEEZE!"

"Well, if you're so sure."

"I am! I am! Please put your hand ... AHHHH!"

A couple of seconds later, "And rub me too! Don't just do nothing."

"Are you positive. I don't want to take advantage of you unfairly."

"I want everything Diana had, and more. Can I rub you too please. I REALLY want to touch you, Mark. Boys like that, don't they?"

"They do, but it's definitely too soon for that, sweetie. Maybe one day if you're a good girl, but not yet. I will touch you the way you want though, while you decide what bikini you want."

Her heart wasn't really in bikini shopping, as all her attention was on what my hand was doing, so I had to get her off first.

#2: <That's the first time I've EVER seen a girl prefer doing something else over clothes shopping. She must be in love with us.>

#5: <I don't think love is that powerful. It certainly doesn't slow Julia down, and we know she's hugely in love with us. The only two possible explanations are that she's a guy, which we're pretty sure is not the case, or she's clinically insane. She's got a nice pussy though, so that's okay.>

Once her insane priority was assuaged (and I certainly prefer assuaging over shopping), it was easy to steer her into picking a swimsuit I had in stock, and I sent her to get girl number three.

I'd timed the previous visit, and it'd taken about five minutes. It was hard to imagine how I could speed things up significantly, but with a dozen girls that multiplies out to an hour, meaning that every girl will spend 55 minutes boringly waiting. It'd be even more boring for Carol, because she wouldn't get a turn.

The next girl wasted even more time, by "wasting no time". She came into the study, closed the door, pulled her dress off and dropped her panties. She'd had no bra on, so she stood naked in front of me to ask, "Please have sex with me, Mark?"

Convincing her that it was too soon for that took three minutes. It might've been quicker to fuck her, but it truly was too early for that. I wanted the girls to have time to rat me out for small transgressions before I trusted them with the biggest transgression.

I tried to rush the rest of her visit, but she wasn't a rushable girl. With some girls, if you try to rush them, they go even slower. The rush makes them get uncertain and doubtful, so they want to know why you're rushing, what they're missing out on, what the alternatives are, what the other girls did, and damned near every other question they can think of.

It was nearly ten minutes before she put her clothes back on and went to get the next girl.

I was determined to try my best to make up for lost time. Things weren't looking good when the next girl walked into the room naked. (By "things weren't looking good," I ONLY mean for my schedule. In every other sense having a good looking girl walk naked into the room is "looking GOOD!")

She climbed up onto my lap and snuggled in happily, saying, "Wow, all these screens look amazing."

While that was true, it wasn't the sort of statement I expected from a girl who'd been so eager to be fucked that she'd stripped in advance to save time. Her climbing onto my fully dressed lap was confusing too.

If something a girl is doing is confusing you, one possible response is to ask her about it. You're risking getting further confused, but sometimes you're forced to ask because there aren't any other obvious solutions. So I asked, "Sweetie, I'm just a little confused about why you're walking around my house naked?"

"{Giggle}. You're so funny, Mark. We were starting to do some sexy things in the other room." She pointed to the screens, "Are these the bikinis the other girls chose?"

#7: <This girl's got her priorities in the usual order.>

"The four screens on the right are all from the same store. It's easily the best one we've found so far and it's where Carol got her bikini from, so I'm keeping their main products displayed all the time. We can look at their other products and at other stores on the four screens on the left, but so far all the girls have chosen one of the styles on the right, in whatever color they wanted."