Chapter 172: Try To Do Something Nice

I figured Chrissy’s horny little friends weren’t going to keep their mouths shut after all. Chrissy needs to get better friends who can keep their mouths shut.

I was going to let Chrissy decide if she is going to rat the girls out to their parents, unless they already found out through the parent’s grapevine. It isn’t like any of the girls here today could get my average six-inch circumference dick inside them.

Even though this was primarily for teens to hang out naked, we don’t need much to have some idle play between our legs. All I needed to be rock hard was viewing glistening finger warmers warming up girl’s fingers. When I rolled back, to let them look, everyone stopped their own play to lean closer to their monitors to get a good look. I used the camera’s zoom to fill the frame with my dick and balls. While they watched I used a flexible measuring tape to wrap around it. So far, I hadn’t gotten any more girth. The length, which depends on different thoughts on where to measure from, showed me between eight and three-quarters and nine inches long.

“It didn’t get any fatter over summer vacation, but just long. At least no one will call me a pencil dick anymore,” I joked.

When I stopped having the camera track my dick, I sat in my chair to watch the others as they watched me and each other.

One of the girls clicked her image to get everyone, who was interested, to look at something she was going to do. Using a ruler, she showed us a ten-inch long, six and a half inch long, bright green dildo. She slid it all up inside her and let her pussy lips close to hold it in place.

“So, can I maybe come over tomorrow to see how a real dick compares to a rubber one. I would love to check out your pool too, I hear it is great. You know, you should have a pool party before school starts back. Is your bed seriously big enough to have four girls sleeping on their backs with no one touching anyone else? Someone said you have a huge TV, a pinball machine, and a video game cabinet along one wall. It that true?”

“Sort of. They forgot to say my computer desk is on that same wall,” I answered. “All of them have to be so that I can have the light blocking partition curtain come down where there used to be a wall between my room and the guest room. When closed, anyone staying over can keep doing stuff on that side. On my side I can take off my goggles to sleep and shower. A friend’s mom just got back into town and I need to give her a ride home. I also need to ask my parents if it is cool to have friends over. My neighbor Chrissy stays in the guest room when her mom is out of town for work. She really screwed up yesterday, so she is in a lot of trouble. Mom isn’t making things easy on her. Just like she did with me, she is making Chrissy wait until mom gets home later to find out her punishment. Mom’s pregnant, so Chrissy is really in for it.”

A boy asked, “Aren’t your parents too old to have sex anymore.”

I waited for everyone else to stop laughing and teasing him before I said, “You’re joking, right Mike? Your mom is like ten years older than mine and you have a two-year-old sister, a brother who will be a year old soon and she has another on the way.”

“My mom wouldn’t be pregnant with my little sister back then if my big sister hadn’t moved back home after she and her husband got laid off from the same company, which went bankrupt a month later,” he retorted. “Man, you have no idea how much it sucked back in seventh grade, which is when they moved back in. The walls are so thin I can clearly here my brother-in-law’s dick pumping in and out of her sloppy wet twat and that is when they are trying to be quiet by doing it under the covers. When they found I could hear that too, they stopped even trying to keep it down. My sister wasn’t quiet when she used to rub her twat, in her room, after she went to bed. I didn’t have a clue and thought she was having bad dreams, sometime four to five a night. She is even louder now as she works to getting hers before he gets his. She is much louder when he gets his, especially if they get there at the same some. I almost rubbed the skin off my dick the first two months they were there.”

I added, “That is why my mom is pregnant again, well mostly why. It was girls going down to eat wearing just enough to meet mom’s requirements minimal clothing requirements versus the chance I might get my first lay. I found out later that she did that to keep my dad from having a heart attack. I have to say again how thankful that those who fixed up my house made my parents a master suite downstairs. I, luckily, haven’t heard them doing it. Annie and Crystal were staying here for a while and they said they heard them doing it.”

A girl and guy both asked, at almost the same time, “So what is up with you, Annie and Crystal?”

“Their lovers, aren’t they,” the girl added.

Well they have told anyone who asked that they were. Plus, neither of them will mind me telling anyone since it will help bump up their being lesbians to everyone.

“That is what they tell me. Annie and Crystal knew the first time they met each other at school that they were going to be lovers, even if they didn’t know what that meant back then,” I told them

Go ahead and ask if I’ve seen them naked, have they seen me naked, did we sleep together naked.

I know that some of them knew the answers to the questions asked, but I still answered, “Yes. I have seen them both naked, they’ve seen me naked, we’ve slept naked in the same bed, and even showered together. You know what? It isn’t a big deal. They’re some of my best friends and are more like sisters to me anyway. Just like when I went to a nudist resort this summer, I got hard the first few times I saw them naked, but now I don’t.”

That is all you are going to get on Annie and Crystal, so stop asking already.

When they found I wouldn’t bite, they started in on Trudy. Nearly everyone in school had heard at least a rumor that she slept in my bed with me more than she slept with any girl in school. They had now all started hearing rumors about how she was where she used to live. Was I slipping her some dick? Someone was because she always looked freshly fucked every morning at school, at least according to a rumor one of them heard.

“Have any of you gone over to her house since we had that big tornado? Because the builder built incorrectly, the insurance company had to pay to have it torn down and rebuilt according to the original plans. Shortly after she started school here, we went to her place to do homework and her furnace wasn’t turning on. We found that she had a sump pump in her crawlspace that had blown the drain hose off. Of all the noises in her house, she has only been able to identify the pump and furnace noises,” I told them. “The first day I saw her on the bus I sat next to her. Before I said a word, she told me not to bother hitting on her because we played for the same team and she didn’t play catcher. Only after girls at school told her I was cool did she realize I only wanted to be friends, without benefits. She still wasn’t sure and decided to test me to be sure I wasn’t playing some sort of long con to get into her panties. I get that she didn’t know me very well back then, but can you believe she kept expecting me to tell her I would rock her world and show her what she was missing by not getting any dick? One night her mom had to go out of town for work. In the middle of night, she showed up on my doorstep scared shitless from various weird sounds in her house that she didn’t hear when her mom was there. She asked if it would be ok if she slept on couch or in the guestroom. My parents were fine with either. In the middle of the night she got into my bed naked and shaking. She did jerk away from me with I wrapped my arms around her the first few times, but eventually calmed down to spoon up behind me. In the morning she noticed I didn’t stare at her naked body or even have a boner after I took a piss. That was when she said she finally decided to trust be to be her friend, even though I was a boy. We’ve been best friends ever since. Until then I thought Crystal and Annie was my sisters, but I saw then that they were more like non-kissing cousins. Trudy had become more like I had a brother and sister all in the same body. We could talk about girls like she was my brother. Other times she gets pissed off at me what I say something dumb that would piss most girls off.”

One of the boys asked if he could show a video. When all approved, the software let him show a video clip of a girl pulling a train, of all comers, that someone told him was Trudy. It was right around Thanksgiving last year, based on how old she looked and the decorations.

I’ve heard her make those exact sounds and moans when she has me scratch her itch. Where the hell did this come from anyway? It isn’t like I can say it is child porn and get rid of it. We’re sitting here naked playing with ourselves in front of each other.

“It sure looks like Trudy, doesn’t it? I bet one of those crazy religious nutcases, who go around telling girls that God wants the nutcase to show them, personally, how to get back on God’s true path. You know the type. The guy spouting how it is a mortal sin for a girl to get it on with another girl,” I told them. “I’ve seen these videos before where what if on the video isn’t as important and whatever face they digitally put in the video somehow. While I can’t tell you if she gets it on with girls, that isn’t really any of my business anyway. Given what it takes to get this chat client, I know we have all watched a lot of Internet porn. Do you think if that was her in that video that a girl’s tongue and fingers are going to scratch that itch for very long? How about a hard plastic or cold rubber cock? The first time she saw me naked my dick was barely bigger than when I was ten. She had no interest in sex with me then. Even though I’m a lot bigger now, she still has no interest. Think about it for a second. Trudy moved here right before Christmas. If she was really the one in that video pulling that long of a train, do you really think she would stop having sex cold turkey? I mean seriously, my parents know she is sleeping naked in my bed with me and they are fine with it. Wouldn’t she try to at least get me to do what I could with what I had? Look at the girl in the video. She’s not drugged up and is clearly loving every second of having her furrow plowed by a dick as big around as my arm. No girl can take a dick that, that easily, and be getting off as hard as she unless she does a dick that big inside her a lot. Some of you girls have showered with her after gym class. Did her pussy look like she fucked guys with horse dicks? Seriously, this must be a fake, even if I don’t know why. Some people have way too much time finding new ways to be a jerk. Of course, I could be fucking right here in the chat and I would still have to go ask her about it. I’m not saying a word that might have someone calling me a liar.”

A girl, who I knew wasn’t in high school yet even though she has almost c-cup tits and a huge scraggly bush, asked, “So what was the movie you put on for Chrissy and her friends?”

Ugh. Try to help the girls out with getting their jollies and now everyone wants to know.

“I didn’t show them anything, they were already watching it, but it was a b-rated mouse video production. I found the original, from the seventies or eighties, for them,” I told everyone in the chat. “If they are off bragging about watching it up in my room with me, then go ask them the title, unless they are too chicken to tell you.”

When the girl wouldn’t let it drop, I told her when I got home from my trip and when I took my nap. She could do the legwork to look what movies were on, with the same title as one on demand, herself.

Too bad you can’t find it on demand unless you are using a TV in my house to search my, seemingly, unlimited library of every movie digitized from the original media. Wait ... Does that mean I have the videos and sex videos anyone made anywhere in the world? I’ll check that out!

I quickly typed in the question in the special search box. Lo and behold, I had those too. They weren’t on my computer, but I could get any I wanted.

The middle school girl wouldn’t let things drop, and really shouldn’t have been able to get into this special chat room, I searched for any video she, or someone else, made of her.

I found over a dozen that showed her enthusiastically going down on girls and boys at her church, instead of being in Sunday School. I streamed those to her as I streamed her others where boys fucked her from behind with her bent over the altar. She liked what she saw and started getting busy. When I saw she was getting close I streamed her videos of her getting it on with people other than boys and girls at her church.

That killed her mood and stopped her cross-examining me about Chrissy.

“Damn. You guys so aren’t going to believe the video someone sent me. It is smoking hot. It as a girl pulling a train, bent over the altar, and drinking communion wine. I swear it looks exactly like the big church near the high school and I’m pretty sure I recognize that ass and her face is sort of familiar, but I just can’t quite place her. Any of you want to help me out trying to figure out who she is? I want to see if we can hook up so I can tell you if my dick will fit all the way up inside of a girl, or woman,” I asked.

Too bad you didn’t know that only you heard me asking.

“Look. Why don’t we make a deal? You lay off Chrissy, her friends, and even Trudy. You probably can handle my dick, but after those videos I’m not willing to boldly go where so many others have gone before. Not even with two rubbers and a hazardous waste suit. If you don’t chill the fuck out and back off, I will make sure enough of this video goes out to ensure the rest of your time in school will be a living hell many times worse that what you are trying to do to Chrissy and her friends. I will make sure it follows you even if you move to another school,” I told her when she turned pale. “I have no problem at all with a girl getting their itch scratched as much as they want, but you’re past that point. I’m going to shoot you my friend’s phone number that can get you help to deal with your sex addiction. You must call her first thing in the morning. I may have been ignoring everyone, but I do know that you’re no dummy. I saw the load of semen leaking out of you after the boys couldn’t get it hard again. I also remember your breasts started growing when you were in the fourth grade and got your first period right before school let out. Do you think that being your father’s favorite will keep them from kicking you out of their house, like they did your step-sister, if you got pregnant? Get your shit together already or I will have to do it for you, and I really don’t want to be that kind of person. To be clear, I don’t have any issues with you banging the boys in your school or even in high school, but I do the men. They don’t give a shit about you. You were just a willing cunt for them to poke. I would have even been cool with that if you were into it at all. I watched the videos closely. The only times you came were when you rubbed your clit.”

The last bit hit home hard. I remotely switched out her video feed so that only I was seeing it. When I talked to her none of the others could see or hear it. My computer made it look like my video had frozen on their screens, which everyone expected since the default setting for the video chat is to open a new window anytime someone connects. She started really crying.

I’ve never seen any actresses that can fake crying like that.

“I’m being such a jealous bitch,” she said between sobs. “I hated that those girls were at the right place, the right time, and naked when you found them. They got to see you playing with your huge dick. I know I can take all your cock, but you won’t do me because I’m too young. Why didn’t you come home any of the days where Chrissy and I were going down on each other or snuck out to skinny dip in the pool?”

I told her back that she was a twelve-year-old girl in middle school. Look how fast the rumors she started spread to everyone. It we hooked up everyone would know and I would get no end of shit from kids in high school about nailing a twelve-year-old.

We ended up talking for a while past when the other kids got off video chat. I switched us over to a private chat that was direct between us. When I got a text from Annie asking me what time I as coming to pick them up to go to the dojo, I sent her the girl’s phone number. I explained that I wouldn’t tell her why, but she needed to help the girl out.

When the girl’s cell phone rang I told her, “My friend was still up and I asked her to call you. Tell her the truth about what you have been doing. You can trust her. I do. She won’t tell anyone.”

Even though the girl turned off her video chat, I was still getting her video feed.

Annie really needs to start finding other girls that are addicted to sex like her. She had the girl confessing about each time she did anything sexual with anyone except herself.

I texted Annie back to thank her and then let the computer go back into whatever mode it did when I walked away. As I headed to bed I heard Chrissy moaning out like she was getting screwed. When I went to check, risking getting busted for being naked in the hall and her room, I found what I had done in her head to make her sleep was still working. She was just having a really hot dream.

Might as well see what I can do to make her have an even better one.

After finding one of the vibrating clit massagers, that still worked, I slid it on her. Beside the sink in the bathroom was a well-used, skinny vibrator that was still damp from being washed before she went to sleep. It was only as big around as my thumb, but it was pretty much the same as the one the girls at the ski resort had that fucked up and down inside them. I found a harness for it that even clipped into the vibrating clit massager. I got it in place, found a pair of her panties, got them on her and turned both toys on to do what they do, at least until the batteries died.

That is mean, but I recharged their batteries so they should keep her going until at least noon, unless she wants to stop before then.

When I slid into bed and spooned up behind Trudy, she started squirming around trying to find my dick in her sleep. Since the shield on the place in her brain was still keeping her asleep it had to become something she had been doing all along to get me buried inside her. When I got by dick moved where the head was pushed against her entrance, she started squirming her instantly wet cock socket down as I pushed up inside her until she started scooting up toward the head of the bed a bit to keep it from being so deep. I put my hand on her tit, kissed her cheek and went to sleep.

Trudy pulling off my boner to go pee woke me up. When she came back to bed she moved into cuddle up with her leg over mine and head on my chest.

“I don’t want to get up, but I have to head home. I can walk if you want to go back to sleep,” she told me.

I gave her a wicked grin and said, “Actually I’m going to get dressed, get sleepy head dressed, and drag her with us. That way she won’t get any chance to run into mom before mom goes to her OB appointment this morning. From how she was moaning out when I went to bed, she must have been getting herself off since she was sent to bed.”