Chapter 323: Daddy, Can I Suck Your Lollypop Pwease?

Sunday, September 24, 2006

The Main House's phone rang at 7:31am the next morning. Mrs. Norris to talk with Mom to confirm that her daughters' story about their being given $20,000 each was true.

My four parents knew all about the gifts, including the "remain friends" condition to keep the younger girls coming to visit us, and that the real reason for it included so I could have sex with them. Mom was surprisingly permissive about it. I doubt it was because Mom thought I needed some recreation after killing over two hundred people. I like to think that her permission was mostly because she trusted me not to hurt the girls, or it might've been the complete opposite: maybe she expected that I would hurt the girls and that was a lesson I needed to learn. I wouldn't have been surprised if Vanessa had been involved in helping Mom decide to cooperate. I didn't ask Mom why she'd agreed; that's Rule #1 of having parents.

The issue was a bit messy, as I was no longer legally Mom's child. Obviously she still parented me, with no hesitation to assign me chores, to speak up if I did something she disagreed with, or to give praise if I got something right, but I'm talking "legally"; about how outsiders would see things. I was twenty years old, and as Dad had pointed out, "you're Black," so getting caught having underage sex was a lot more serious than it used to be, especially as it was likely that the Norris parents - being moralistic Christians - would get quite upset about my apparent race.

Diana and Zoe were sixteen, Claire fourteen, and two other girls weren't eighteen for a few months yet. Of the three girls that were the biggest legal worry, Diana and Claire were especially well known by my family and had already proved their discretion. Zoe to a lesser extent, but still very acceptably.

When Mrs. Norris called, Mom did what I wanted, including giving the suggested justification, "The condition to remain friends is mainly so we can keep an eye on all of the recipients. If any of them look like they're sliding into bad behaviors - drugs or such like - then giving them money wouldn't be a good idea. Now that they know they're getting a sizable amount of money, it'd be good if they visited my girls fairly often, so we know it's not going to their heads."

"Of course they can visit. They're best friends with your girls."

"Good. I'll make sure Carol and Donna invite them to sleepovers some nights, so I can talk with them too."

"Whenever you want. They're VERY good girls. We've brought them up properly."

"Yes, they seem to be as well-behaved as my girls." Mom hadn't been able to resist saying that truthful statement. Donna had only had the first of her monthly sessions with me so far, but she was already eagerly anticipating the next. Everyone knew how many days it was to October 4.

Mom had a busy morning answering phone calls from doubtful, then very appreciative, parents.

Mr. and Mrs. Norris delivered their daughters into our clutches shortly after lunch. I kept out of sight, letting Carol and Donna receive the girls. The Norris parents tried to worm their ways into my parents' good graces, but we were all getting good at cutting those efforts short.

Dad got rid of them with, "We're just about to conclude another multi-billion dollar settlement with the Government. Sorry, but we don't have time to talk. I'm sure you understand." He joked about their expression after they'd left.

When we got Diana and Claire to join us in Mark's Wing, we could see that their enthusiasm had subsided somewhat, especially Diana's, but with Carol, Donna, Julia, Ava and my working on them, the sofa soon became an inappropriate place for how hot and heavy we were getting. We moved up to the bedroom, with Carol coming along to provide Diana with a great deal of immoral support. Donna sneaked in too. She'd happily participated in encouraging Diana and Claire downstairs, and apparently she thought they still needed encouragement even once we were in the bedroom.

We ended up having a fivesome, with two sets of two sisters, which was officially the hottest session I'd ever had. There wasn't any strong reason not to let Donna join in, and there were two good reasons to let her participate:

1. To help get Claire and Diana going with each other.

2. And because I was VERY eager to see Donna and Claire get it on together. I guess I must be a pervert or something (my money's on "pervert").

Donna and Carol didn't do anything together. Apparently that doesn't appeal to them, and I know it doesn't appeal to me (I must not be perverted enough) so I didn't encourage them in the slightest. Nor did I have full-on sex with Donna. She has to wait until her next turn ten days away. I did go down on her though, which she was very happy about. She was extremely eager to return the favor whenever my cock was available, which it rarely was.

Other than Carol with Donna, every other combination of girl on girl happened, and I had wonderful full-on sex with Carol, Claire and Diana. Carol went first because, she insisted to me, "I have to show them how to do it. You're different than Mark." That was only partly true, which might explain why Carol didn't point out any differences. Either that or she'd gotten distracted.

It was a GREAT session! One of the very best, because I got a HUGE kick out of seeing Donna in action with Claire and Diana. It was strange in one way: Donna with Carol together doesn't feel right to me, and Donna with me is good fun but not much more than that, but Donna with another girl was a MAJOR turn-on. It was almost enough to make me suspect guys are illogical about sex.

We were at it for several hours, until Ava came to see if we wanted dinner. It was probably a good idea to stop. A shame, but still a good idea. I had to downplay my superhuman endurance. I could get away with more activity with Claire and Diana than with other girls because the Norris girls didn't know what other boys were like (we'd checked, and they hadn't played around with anyone else since Mark). I wouldn't be able to do that with more experienced girls though, and I shouldn't overdo it with these two. So we stopped for dinner, which gave them time to calm down before we dropped them home. They were very happy, and fully converted to their new boyfriend/lover.

The next day, Diana got together with Zoe, told her how wonderful it'd been, and convinced Zoe to join in. Corrupting Zoe couldn't have been easier: she called up and asked for it.

Alexis was next a couple of evenings later. I had to be a lot more careful to avoid being Mark-like with her, because Alexis was VERY experienced, some of it in ways I was scared to ask about. I started with some clumsiness, uncertainty and gentleness (not Alexis' usual style), and was pretty convincing. I made several comments about learning what she liked, as I quickly got better with her. By the end of the session I was able to treat Alexis the way she liked - although I was deliberately a little on the gentle side - and she believed she'd seen me learn from scratch how to do it.

After that it was easy to have several of the girls visit at the same time, and to let things get sexy in front of them. I was very relaxed about it. As I said, "My main girlfriend Carol has convinced me that sharing is fine."

We were also relaxed about the other girls choosing to join in or not. With Alexis' ringing endorsement (all the girls credited Alexis with knowing a thing or two about sex), plus the compliments from the three young girls and my live-in lovers, the uncommitted girls were convinced that I was VERY good in bed, even "Almost as good as Mark." It came down to whether they wanted REALLY good no-strings sex, or not. Girls are so strange that not all of them leaped at the chance. Pat signed up and lay back pretty quickly, Katelin climbed onboard a couple of days later, followed on their next visits by a couple of the 19-year old girls.

It stalled a bit then, until Julia announced that there was going to be another flight to Rodeo Drive. That didn't start an immediate flurry of sex because all the girls were invited regardless of whether they were my lovers or not (we'd NEVER pressure girls to have sex with me! Julia and I are VERY moral about being seen doing things like that). But after a very exciting day's shopping on Rodeo Drive, the girls got carried away back in the HUGE, luxury hotel suite afterward, and one thing led to several more things, and soon every girl was converted over to becoming one of Ron's lovers.

We ended up having a seventeen-some; the twelve invited girls plus Julia, Ava, Carol and Donna. Plus me of course; we wouldn't want to leave me out. It was a new record for me, so I should find out what a seventeen-some is called. Even with my not screwing Donna, there were too many of them for me to do good jobs with, without appearing too Mark-like. I gave Carol and Alexis a good screw first to get the ball rolling. Then I concentrated on doing a very good job of pleasuring the girls who were already my lovers.

I screwed six girls into orgasms, cumming myself three times. After that I could only break the ice with the other girls with my mouth and fingers, "until I've rested enough," I claimed. Fortunately all the work I've been doing for Vanessa had made me very fit (another claim), so I was apparently able to recover quickly. The holdouts had gotten excited enough - clothes shopping followed by a superb tongue job will do that - that I managed to corrupt all of them.

I had to go through the learning curve fakery with all the girls, plus my saying things like, "Ahh, I see you don't like that much. Let me try this. Good, that works much better." They all saw me learn from scratch with girl after girl, as if I'd never known their bodies before, so it was nothing like Mark being back, even if the final sex was up to his high standard.

From that shopping trip onward, my life was much more like it had been back in the good old days. We weren't going to restart the pipeline system for me, but I didn't miss it. I'd found enough very nice girls through it that I didn't want to go through its tedious stages again. I didn't have any trouble finding new girls anyway, all I had to do was walk around in public; everyone in town knew I was worth $375 million (the Rodeo Drive trip just referred to had been after the second settlement. Just as well considering what it'd cost, even with free air travel). Not that I picked up many girls that way; I preferred to choose among the girls that I like that visited our home.

^

I did pickup a few girls in public (more accurately, let them pick me up), but I learned that random girls didn't compare well with any of my favorites, so I didn't bother very often. Don't get the idea that I gave up on other girls - that'd be silly! I still played around because novelty does have a value all of its own, and it can be exciting to seduce a girl for the first time.

One pickup attempt that I did particularly enjoy was when Savannah Glass saw me in town one day. She tried very much the same trick she'd tried at the Aquatic Center, by pretending to casually meet us. She spotted us from a distance, then came RUSHING over but behind us so we wouldn't see her. She'd failed to allow for my 24-foot proximity sense and overwatch sight blob though.

From just behind us, a little breathlessly, Savannah said, "Oh, Julia, is that you? How are you? And this must be Ron. You're even more handsome in person than you are on TV." Accompanied by her sexiest smile.

Sometimes I really wish I could communicate with all the other Marks across all the parallel dimensions, so we could coordinate giving different responses in each to get the full value from opportunities such as this. Several delightful possibilities went through my more-than-several minds. I decided on one I thought would hit Savannah in very appropriate places.

I looked her body up and down, slowly and deliberately. Savannah posed herself, smiling happily at my attention (treating a girl like she's a piece of meat isn't insulting when you're worth $375 million and the girl is like Savannah, which many of them are). I said, "You are EASILY da best lookin' Black girl in this town. Lookin' FINE Momma!..."

#14: <Do they say that?>

#12: <It doesn't matter. We could say "Wheelbarrow" and it'd still work.>

" ... We'd look PERFECT together, 'xcept you dress so badly."

"Huh? What do you mean? I've got good dress sense."

"Maybe in this town, but not what I'm used ta. Where I come from, shorties who'd wanna wear my chain would dress like hos. Ya got an okay body for it, and I'm tempted to take ya shoppin', but it'd be a waste; ya got no style. Ya not showin' ANY skin! Ma LA friends would laugh at me for hangin wit' a country hick like you."

#3: <Don't call her "Shorty". She's taller than us.>

#12: <Shall I call her "Motherfucker" then?>

#15: <"Ho" would be the most accurate.>

#12: <Haha. You got that right.>

Savannah insisted, "These old clothes! I threw them on because I was just popping into town for a couple of minutes..."

"Yeah, I kin' tell ya got no pride. I'll haveta git myself a real good looker from LA; a shorty dat knows how to show off her beauty, niggah style, not dressin' like some boring whitey-next-door. I bet ya got nuttin' in ya closet that makes ya look like a foxy ho?"

"I DO! Most of my clothes are like that..."

"Seein' as how ya only poppin' inta town for a couple of minutes, when ya get home, get inta ya hottest five outfits and send pictures of yaself to Julia's phone for me to look at. I'll 'xpect them in less'n two hour, or ya just hot air. Ya got Julia's number?"

"Yes. Ahh, it might take me more than two hours. I'm busy with other things."

"They more 'portant than provin' ya have what it takes ta be a player's main niggah girl?"

"You're right. I'll do it! Ahh, my name's..."

"Don't tell me. Ya just a waste of a good body till ya show me ya got style and I wouldn't be 'barrassed to be seen wit' ya on any of my foreign trips."

"You won't be! I'll text you soon, Julia. Bye."

Savannah took off, almost running.

That's when I made a bad tactical mistake: I laughed quietly, declaring, "Haha. Good luck on her finding five hos outfits in this town in two hours. She's going to have a very frantic and frustrating time."

"No she's not," corrected Julia. "Savannah will easily be able to put five outfits together for you from what she's got at home. She's got that powder-blue miniskirt that she can roll up, and if she matched it with spaghetti-strapped top she wore when..."

My brain shut down, saving it from the next fifteen minutes of my girls dissecting what I was sure would be every outfit Savannah owned, deciding on its ho-ness factor, how she should wear it, and what she should wear it with, to achieve today's interesting clothing challenge.

In a momentary lull in the conversation (which, as I said, took at least fifteen minutes to happen), I said, "I thought I'd been really clever with my idea of taking proud, money-hungry Savannah and making her run all over town for a frantic two hours shopping, spending her own money to buy clothes she'd have no pride in wearing. Especially because I know how much girls hate to shop within any sort of sensible time limit."

"It was a good idea, Ron..." started Ava.

Carol finishing, " ... but it's a pity every part of it was wrong, haha. You're a lot better than you used to be, darling, but you sometimes don't understand girls very well." (Carol enjoys calling me "darling" and other terms of endearment. She couldn't do that in public when I was Mark, so she's making up for lost time now. Julia and Ava are doing it more often too, probably unconsciously picking up on Carol's speech.)

#23: <Hey, we got a "sometimes"! We must be improving.>

I asked, "I know there's no hope of me ever doing better than the occasional lucky guess, but can you please explain why I was so wrong? WITHOUT detailed descriptions of any of her outfits please!"

Julia answered, "It's easy. First, every girl's got clothes that can be adjusted to look slutty. Especially if it's only for a picture, because then she can pin things into the right position.

^-- "Second, she'll be thinking about what she's got and she might buy something to complete an outfit, but she'll know what to get and where to get it from so she won't be frantic about it. Savannah will obviously know what all the stores have in stock because that's important knowledge for any girl. She won't be spending much of her own money, or possibly none at all.

^-- "Lastly, she'll be very proud of how good she'll look. She wouldn't dress like a ho in public, but she'll still be proud of her looks. I'm afraid none of your plan will work the way you hoped."

"Oh well. A missed opportunity then. I should've told her she was too skinny for me and to come back when she weighed twenty pounds more. Then I'd have rejected her."

My girls were HORRIFIED that I could be so evil as to even think of that! They instantly sided with Savannah against me. Twenty pounds was WAY too cruel. Maybe five pounds would've been an acceptable punishment; but twenty was life-destroying for someone like Savannah.

I was forced to resort to a very desperate ploy to divert them. I said, "The outfit Savannah was wearing the last time we saw her could be turned into a good hos outfit, couldn't it?" I couldn't remember what she'd be wearing, but I was sure the girls did.

Julia took the bait, "Not the jeans obviously, but the top has possibilities if she was willing to take to it with a pair of scissors. Then she could..."

I was off the hook. I just had to put up with another conversation about female clothing. Slutty clothes can be good to look at (I suspect you've noticed that yourself), but they're DREADFULLY dull to listen to a conversation about.

About ninety minutes later, Julia received five VERY HOT pictures from Savannah! She'd outdone herself; mostly by doing a lot of undoing. It was a very effective combination. I'd seen her naked several times during the Target Game, but the pictures were better.

I'd lied when I'd told Savannah that she had a good body, to build her up so my rejection would be even more effective. Savannah was actually too slim for my taste as I prefer girls with lovely, big breasts like Carol's; Julia's and Ava's personalities more than making up for their sad deficiencies in the breast department. But Savannah had neither large breasts nor a good personality. Most of Savannah's clothing accentuates her tallness, slimness and color, so I wasn't expecting much from her photos. Boy, was I wrong! Savannah SURE knew how to "undress to impress."

"Wow! These are hot. I almost want to have sex with her again," I said, almost being honest.

My girls laughed at me.

Julia commenting, "If you DON'T want sex with her, you're going to have to duck, because she's throwing herself at you again."

Ava accused me, "You're such a guy!"

With perfectly acted sincerity, I answered, "Thank you. Savannah's gone all out, hasn't she?"

"Not really," answered Julia. "She didn't have time to go all out. She's wearing the same makeup in all the shots, and it simply doesn't go with some of them. It would've been better if she'd..." The girls started talking makeup. That's even worse than talking about clothes. I know that doesn't seem possible, but trust me on this. I'd suggest you test my assertion by conducting an experiment, but I'm not that cruel.

My girls needed to keep referring to the pictures to have the best possible makeup conversation, so I wasn't even able to distract myself with them. My sight blob could see them in Julia's hand okay, but the girls spent what seemed like five years with the same picture displayed while they ripped Savannah's makeup to shreds.

Then Julia's phone rang. Julia looked at it, then told me, "It's Savannah. Do you want to answer it or me?"

"I'd better do it, otherwise Savannah will get roped into a makeup conversation."

Julia passed me the phone. I hit the button, saying "Yo!"

"Ron, it's Savannah here."

"Who?"

"Savannah. I sent you the pictures a few minutes ago."

"Oh, the boring girl! Yeah, we got 'em. You don' know much 'bout makeup, do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want a bitch that's gonna 'barrass me, but you..." I started telling her several things she'd done wrong with her makeup, which surprised the heck out of thirty one of me.

#29: <Who's running the mouth?> It's weird, but we don't actually know who's running parts of our body. It's whoever most wants to, and we can't tell who that is. [[This tells you something about our character. If we'd cared enough about who was running our body our subconsciouses would have easily found a way of letting us know, but we trusted each other so it didn't matter. We did develop a way of knowing who was controlling individual NP-points, but that was because we often had to carefully coordinate several minds' worth of points. We never had that much need with our body.]]

#15: <Me.>

#1: <You're not a homo' are you? Because there's gotta be a reason why you just talked about her not blending her eye shadow's color transition properly.>

#15: <I listened when our girls were talking so we'd have something to embarrass Savannah with when she called to see what we thought of the photos. Didn't the rest of you do that?>

#16: <I was thinking about Savannah in her slutty clothes.>

#All: <Me too.>

#15: <I must be a homo then. Sorry about that. I'll try not to take advantage of you when you're asleep.>

#29: <I'll throw a hissy fit if you do.>

#15: <Let me concentrate on what I'm saying. It's not easy putting this crap together.>

I gave Savannah a few more makeup pointers, then said, "Your clothes weren't nothin' great neither. In da clubs, most of the bitches is lookin' better than you. What do ya wear when you go clubbin? Because you couldn' wear any of those outfits to a decent club."

"Ahh, we don't have clubs like that in Corvallis."

"Yeah, you're all hicks out here. If I took you to a big city anywhere, you'd 'barrass me. Ya got potential, but you ain't tryin' hard enuf."

"That's why I called you," said Savannah with sudden enthusiasm. "Seeing you like me dressed like that, I thought you might like a photo of me naked?"

"Send it if ya like, but I already don' think you good 'nuf for me."

"Umm. I wanted to check you wouldn't send it to anyone else. I don't want..."

"What! You tellin' me what I kin do! Who you think you are? Next you'd be tellin' me when we kin fuck or not. Stupid bitch." I hung up.

Then I realized that I couldn't be bothered playing with her any more. I had some thoughts of using her like Lily had wanted to be used because calling Savannah for quick fucks whenever I felt like it would demean her, but she wasn't worth the bother. She'd certainly be high-maintenance compared to Lily, who'd required none at all, not even to say "Good bye" afterward.

I passed the phone back to Julia, saying, "I can't be bothered playing with her any more. I think all that talk about clothing and makeup has warped my mind."

"It doesn't work that way. You've got to have an extremely well-organized and structured mind to keep track of everything to do with clothing and makeup. If your mind was warped, you'd behave more like a typical boy, haha."

Ava and Carol thought that was funny too.

The phone rang. Julia looked at it, then offered it to me

I waved it off, saying, "You answer it. Tell her she's too bossy to be a good bitch."

Julia answered, "Hi Savannah. I gather you put your foot in your mouth again?"

I couldn't hear what Savannah said.

Julia replied, "He said you were too bossy to be a good 'bitch'. I think that means 'girlfriend'. Did you try to boss Ron around like you do every other guy?"

"Send it if you like. I'm sure Ron doesn't care. I have to go, bye."

A few seconds later a full-frontal of Savannah appeared. With her dark skin, not much was visible anyway. I said, "Yawn. Delete it as far as I'm concerned. She looks like Ava, except darker skinned and darker hearted. I know who I'd much rather look at and be with."

That earned me three kisses.

Julia pressed a few buttons on her phone, then said, "It's gone. Delete the slutty pictures too?"

"Sure, even though they look better than her being naked, despite her eye shadow color being so inappropriate for three of the shots."

Julia laughed, "Haha. I always thought you tuned out whenever we girls had our most interesting conversations. You surprised me with how much you got right about her makeup."

"You can't have been as surprised and horrified as I was. It's not as if I'm ever going to put makeup on anyone, so God knows why I let that stuff seep into my valuable memory capacity. It must be more pernicious than I thought."

While Julia was deleting Savannah's slutty pictures, Carol asked, "How come you've never asked us to dress slutty? We'd like to do that, wouldn't we?"

Ava and Julia immediately agreed, Ava adding, "Yeah, that'd be fun!"

Carol had offered that WAY back early in our 3B-land's relationship, just after Julia had first taken her shopping for a complete change of image. Back then I must've been feeling insecure about Carol, or something, because I'd been reluctant to do anything about it. These days I'd definitely enjoy it, but the problem was that there was no way Julia could dress slutty. Carol had the figure to do it fantastically, plus she gets a kick out of exposing herself under the right circumstances. Those comments apply at half-strength to Ava, plus I'd just seen that Savannah could make it work with her figure so Ava would be able to. But Julia would be shown up and could end up getting embarrassed about her deficiencies.

I said, "Nah. I like the way you dress already. I'm VERY happy the way things are, thank you."

Julia listened carefully to her Lord and Center Of Her Universe, then announced her decision, "Let's do it at home tomorrow night, and we'll see what Ron thinks when he sees us."

Ava and Carol agreed happily. My opinion wasn't requested. Clearly I was unimportant, as I was only the reason they were doing it.

"Better allow an extra day Julia," suggested Carol. "We'll need to go shopping."

"Of course we will. Okay, the night after tomorrow."

I asked, "If Savannah didn't need to go shopping for five outfits, why do you have to go shopping just to show me one each?"

They looked at me like I was silly. That's what you get for being silly.

It turned out that Julia NAILED the dirty, little schoolgirl look and act. She looked like a prepubescent girl half her real age, except she exuded sex with her very short skirt, bashful but jailbait expressions, lip licking, swaying ass, etc. Even calling me "Daddy" all the time and licking a lollypop. It was very clichéd and VERY effectively done. She would've gotten me arrested if we'd been in public.

Ava and Carol made wonderful sluts too, and I made sure they knew that I thought so - Carol was HOT! - but it was Julia that stole the show. How does someone steal a show by showing nothing? Especially because I'm not attracted to girls as young as she was pretending to be. It made no sense. So much for my thinking Julia would prove to be an inadequate slut. Julia proved - yet again - how wrong I can be when it comes to girls. I don't know why I bother. Oops, yes I do!

Ava declared, "Guys are SO predictable! We knew Julia would win."

"I'm sorry, what did you say? I was too busy lusting after Julia."

Who tilted her head down, her eyes looked up at me adoringly, and she asked, "Daddy, can I suck your lollypop pwease?"

She did, and damned well too.

The girls declared the evening's entertainment a great success and suggested we should do it more often. I was too busy lusting after Julia to agree. Fortunately they'd already proved that they didn't need my agreement.

^

[The irrational way I reacted to Julia's prepubescent slut act can only have been instinctual. It's a too common cliché for it to be anything else. I'm drawing from my future experiences, but I had so many sexual experiences, and some very strange ones, that I learned quite a lot about human sexual behaviors. I can't resist recounting some anecdotes about them. The basis of the first anecdote started emerging during this time, although it took me a few more months to see the pattern and get some understanding of it. The second and third anecdotes happened much later, but I've included them because they help make my point.

The first anecdote is that we - my girls and I - kept finding girls' panties in our bed. We'd pull down the covers ready to retire, and we'd sometimes either see a pair of panties lying there, or have them fall on the floor at our feet. The first couple of times that happened, the girls asked each other whose panties they were, all of them answering, "Not mine." With several of us living in the one room we have to be tidy, so we don't leave our underwear lying around. We eventually worked out, and later confirmed it with the owners, that the panties had been left behind by whichever picked-up girl I'd had sex with earlier those days. Left-behind panties happened often enough that soon the sight of a new pair immediately caused us to joke about whoever the previous occupant of the bed had been.