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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Three
Mark lay by the pool. Beside him, in the chaise lounge where Amanda
normally lay, was a man. His name was Ted. He was the same age as Mark,
and had a physique that matched MarkÕs in every respect, save that of the
groin, in which Mark, being splendidly endowed, outdid his rival by several
inches.
ÒYou have the length, but I have the width,Ó Ted remarked lazily. The
sun was hot and he felt drowsy. But his cock wasnÕt the least bit tired,
for he had gone two days without sex and there was a breathtakingly naked
13-year-old girl in the pool. She was playing with a dog, who seemed
excessively frisky, but she smiled frequently at the men.
ÒYes, I guess yours is thicker,Ó Mark agreed. Now that Kelli had lost
her cherry there was no reason for the men to hide themselves. Their
swimsuits were inside, TedÕs lying on the floor, by the back door, and
MarkÕs in a drawer. Their hard cocks arched toward the sun, and the men
felt lovely.
ÒIs she a virgin?Ó Ted asked Mark. His question was met with a
smile.
ÒFraid not,Ó Mark said.
Ted sighed. A look of disappointment showed in his eyes. Then,
watching as Kelli climbed out of the pool, on the far side, her back to
them, using the ladder, he asked, ÒHow about her behind?Ó
Mark thought for a moment. He considered lying, but then he decided
he wanted his friendÕs advice. ÒNo,Ó Mark said. They watched as the girl
smiled at them, gave a small wave, and then dove back into the water to
rejoin the dog.
ÒMmmmm,Ó Ted was still saying, after KelliÕs splash had subsided.
ÒTed, I want to ask you a question,Ó Mark said.
ÒShoot. All itÕll cost you is a little ass.Ó
ÒSure,Ó Mark said. ÒIn your dreams. Look, have you heard of
Valerie?Ó
ÒUh... yeah,Ó Ted said. ÒDivinity student.Ó
ÒYeah. Right,Ó Mark said. ÒI deflowered Kelli at ValerieÕs. It was a
bad decision. I was so afraid of that little bitch Vampire that I hardly
enjoyed it.Ó
ÒAh, yes, Valerie!Ó Ted agreed. ÒShe can be quite... inventive. Put a
cock ring on me once. Radio-controlled. Still, all in all, IÕd have to say
she gave me some of the best sex of my life.Ó
ÒMe too,Ó Mark said. The two men looked at each other.
ÒYou were her slave?Ó Ted asked.
ÒOf course. I look good. Do you think sheÕd let me get away?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Ted said.
ÒBut actually, Ted, never mind about Valerie,Ó Mark said. ÒMaybe I
shouldnÕt have deflowered the girl, maybe I should have. Maybe I should
have done it right here or maybe doing it at ValerieÕs was okay, because I
got a lot deeper in her than I would have dared, doing it here, on my own.
And Amanda didnÕt get to interfere, even though here she might have. It
was done. It was accomplished. Her cherry was popped and I rodded her
right to her womb and let her have everything I possessed.Ó
ÒGod job, man,Ó Ted said, but there was disappointment again in his
face. The dog in the pool barked. Kelli gave a shriek and paddled back
from him.
ÒBut this Friday, well, Kelli wants to go to a Bottom Party,Ó Mark
said.
ÒAdventurous for a 13-year-old,Ó Ted commented, watching as the
dog closed in on Kelli.
ÒDamn. That dog keeps trying to fuck her,Ó Mark said. He stood up.
His cock wobbled in front of him. ÒSpot! Spot!Ó he yelled. The dog paused
and looked at him. ÒBe good, Spot!Ó Mark warned.
ÒI thought that was AmandaÕs dog,Ó Ted said, gazing past his penis
at the pool.
ÒYeah, but I spend so much time here lately it may as well be mine,Ó
Mark said. ÒPlus, even before I started staying here every day, Amanda had
given me the chore of feeding him. So I guess he knows who to listen to.Ó
ÒKelli doesnÕt feed him?Ó Ted asked. Mark laughed.
ÒKelli canÕt get the dog food out of the Alpo can without using a
spoon, and she canÕt stand spooning dog food!Ó
ÒShe sounds like a spoiled brat,Ó Ted remarked.
ÒShe is, but with such a great body,Ó Mark said. ÒDonÕt you think
sheÕd make a perfect slave?Ó
ÒA what?Ó Ted asked.
ÒYou know, with the right training,Ó Mark said. ÒSheÕs quite
enthusiastic for her age. And her body is heavenly.Ó
Ted smacked his lips. He sounded as if heÕd just eaten a ripe fruit.
Then, blushing a little, he said, ÒWell, if truth be told, I had an elegant
young woman once as my slave. It only lasted two weeks. Perhaps I
wasnÕt inventive enough, like Valerie is.Ó
ÒValerie stole your slave?Ó Mark asked, wide-eyed.
ÒNo, no, but for whatever reason, we broke up,Ó Ted said. ÒShe was
new to slavery... I think. I gave her every adventure I could possibly think
of. But I guess, well, I think what happened is she met a guy with a lot of
money. Someone who could truly enslave her, and yet treat her like a
princess at the same time. I came home one day, expecting to find her
obediently in handcuffs, and instead there was her voice, on my answering
machine. SheÕd gone home and then called me and left a message.
ÔGoodbyeÕ is basically what it said. She thanked me, but I never saw her
again.Ó
ÒWell IÕd like to have a slave, and I want it to be Kelli,Ó Mark said.
ÒI mean, IÕve already deflowered her. And sheÕs asked to go to the Bottom
Party. But should I take her ass here first, like, right now, or should I risk
perhaps losing her at the Bottom Party to another man? You never quite
know whatÕs going to happen at things like that.Ó
Ted thought for awhile. Kelli played in the pool with the dog.
Finally he looked at Mark and said, ÒYou know, some people might call you
a cretin, but I never would.Ó
ÒThanks,Ó Mark said.
ÒSo, what I would say, is youÕve got to consider the girl. Think of it
from her perspective. Sure, youÕd love to fuck her right now. Get it over
with. Take the trophy and put the notch in your belt. But like surrendering
her prize best if itÕs done ceremonially. Maybe thatÕs not the best word,
but, you know. YouÕve been to a Bottom Party before, havenÕt you?Ó
ÒYeah,Ó Mark said.
ÒThe girls love to dress up for it. They love meeting the other girls.
They love laughing at how sexy each of them looks. And they like the
slowness of it, you know?Ó
ÒOh, yeah. Foreplay,Ó Mark said.
ÒRight,Ó Ted went on. ÒSo, for her sake, IÕd take her to the Bottom
Party and hope to pop her ass there. Sure you could do it now, but give her
a little ritual, you know? Let her attend the party as a virgin. Let her be
undone where others can admire. Where they can applaud her for her
courage, after itÕs over, and compliment and celebrate her.Ó
ÒShe does like to show off, and be seen,Ó Mark said. ÒSheÕs never
complained about being popped at ValerieÕs, even though I went pretty fast
and deep in her, and a guy doing her from in front exploded in her mouth,
practically knocking out her front teeth. Or so it seemed, anyway, when I
came round and saw how much sperm there was in her mouth.Ó
ÒWow. YouÕll have to tell me about that,Ó Ted said.
ÒMark! Ted! Look!Ó Kelli cried. She had climbed out of the pool and
was standing at the edge. Suddenly, with both menÕs eyes on her, she
scissored her legs wide apart and went feet-first into the pool.
ÒGod, that lovely bare ass hitting the water like that,Ó Ted gushed.
ÒOWWWWW!Ó came from the pool, and Kelli popped out of the water,
her mouth open wide in a rictus of pain.
ÒYes, she would make an excellent slave,Ó Mark said. ÒBut youÕre
right. ItÕs got to be done artfully, or perhaps sheÕll rebel. Truly rebel, you
know, instead of letting me lead her to the slaughter.Ó
ÒNice way of putting it,Ó Ted said.
That night, Mark slipped into KelliÕs bedroom. Amanda wanted him
downstairs but he thought he could speak to Kelli for a little while before
Amanda noticed his absence. He had, after all, told her his first lie,
saying, when he left her, that he needed to sit for awhile on the toilet.
In fact it was KelliÕs bowels he was thinking of, not his own. He
found the girl lying in her bed. Her hands were jammed in the front of her
panties. She had fallen asleep. Mark sat down on the bed. He lifted her
nightshirt. He exposed her bottom, which was tightly encased in her
panties. Gently, plucking at the panties with his fingers, he drew them
down, so that her ass quivered in all its naked glory before him.
Kelli sighed. Mark palmed her bottom.
ÒKelli,Ó Mark said.
ÒMmmm?Ó Kelli asked, sleepily. Mark caressed the girlÕs
magnificent spheres. How small they were, and taut, and yet how tender
and soft! He gave her bottom a soft pat. ÒMMMMMM?Ó Kelli asked, and Mark
saw her eyelids flutter open.
ÒKelli, weÕre going to the Bottom Party tomorrow night,Ó Mark told
her.
ÒI know,Ó Kelli gurgled. The side of her face was pressed to her
pillow and her words came out all garbled, rich with saliva that had
pooled in her cheek as she slept.
ÒKelli, IÕm going to put myself up your ass tomorrow night,Ó Mark
said.
ÒI know,Ó Kelli agreed.
ÒAnd youÕll probably get your first spanking too. It will hurt, Kelli,
but the pain will fade after awhile, just like your cunt got better after I
fucked you. Is your cunt better now?Ó
ÒBetter,Ó Kelli said.
ÒAnd then, well, you know, since itÕs been several days since youÕve
had any, there will probably, well, it doesnÕt always happen at a Bottom
Party, but there will probably be some fucking. In your cunt.Ó
ÒBetter,Ó Kelli said again, sleepily.
Mark sighed. It felt awkward talking to a 13-year-old girl who had
yet to emerge fully from sleep. He felt as if he were stealing something
from her. But then he remembered the look on TedÕs face and he knew,
given KelliÕs precocious nature, that if he didnÕt take her, some other man
would. She was just too choice to allow to linger on the vine any longer.
ÒKelli,Ó Mark said. ÒI really like you. And I want to make you my
slave. My sex slave. I want to give you elegant clothes, especially elegant
underclothes, and I want to take you to faraway places and use you for my
most exciting pleasures.Ó
ÒMmmmm,Ó Kelli said. Her eyes became more fully open. She lifted
her head, slightly.
ÒWhat do you think of that, Kelli?Ó Mark asked.
ÒBetter,Ó Kelli said.
ÒNo, really,Ó Mark said.
ÒHokay,Ó Kelli said. She yawned.
ÒDoes it excite you?Ó Mark asked her.
ÒA likkle,Ó Kelli said.
ÒAlright,Ó Mark said. ÒVery well. IÕm going to go downstairs now,
Kelli. IÕve got to... well... you know.Ó
ÒHmmmm,Ó Kelli said. ÒAuntie wants you.Ó
ÒThatÕs right,Ó Mark said. ÒBut I like you best. YouÕre my favorite,
now. And IÕm going to tell Amanda that. IÕm going to tell her that weÕre
going away, just for the rest of this month, just for the time that youÕre
supposed to be with her.Ó
ÒOr longer,Ó Kelli said.
ÒHuh?Ó Mark asked.
Kelli yanked her hands out of her panties. She flipped herself over
onto her back and before Mark could say a word she had her hands tightly
around his neck. Her large, grapefruit-sized bosoms pressed into his
chest.
ÒOh, Mark! I want you FOREVER!Ó Kelli exclaimed. She showered a
profusion of kisses on his unshaven cheek.
ÒKelli!Ó Mark said.
ÒForever and ever,Ó Kelli insisted. She gave him more kisses.
ÒSo you really want to be my slave?Ó Mark asked.
ÒMmmmm! Or whatever you like!Ó Kelli said. She thought a moment
and then she asked, ÒDo you have a dog?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Mark said. ÒIÕm too busy feeding your auntÕs.Ó
ÒThen IÕll be your doggie!Ó Kelli said. The girl began to bark.
ÒMark? Is that you?Ó a female voice, more mature than KelliÕs,
called from the hall.
Mark yanked the young girl off him. She gazed at him in
disappointment. ÒDuty calls,Ó Mark told her. ÒGo back to bed.Ó
ÒIÕm IN bed,Ó Kelli told him. Her eyes brightened. ÒWanna do me?Ó
ÒYou know what a mean. Go back to sleep,Ó Mark told her. ÒAnd no, I
canÕt do you right now. I have to do your aunt. But IÕll find a way for just
us to be together, after the Bottom Party. Just you and me. For the rest
of the month.Ó
ÒGoodie!Ó Kelli said happily. She flipped back onto her belly. She
was aware, now, that her panties had been pulled down, but she didnÕt
reach back to adjust them, as she certainly would have just a few days
ago. Instead she thrust her hands back into her panties. She moaned,
quietly, and then gave her bottom the most salacious wiggle Mark had ever
seen.
ÒYes, she would make a good slave,Ó Mark thought to himself. Eager,
beautiful, and with a coy submissiveness under that childishly precocious
exterior. He would train her in the arts of love. He would watch over her
every phase of development. And he would keep a tight rein on her at the
Bottom Party, to give her the elegant Ôcoming outÕ she surely desired,
without even knowing how to express it, while not losing her to another
man.
Mark turned. He noticed KelliÕs Peanuts nightlight glowing by her
door. But he felt no remorse. He had received her permission, if a bit
sleepily. Tomorrow she would surrender her ass to him. And then, after
that, he would find a way to make her truly his own, so that, even after
she went back to her parents, she would belong always to him.
After they were through making love, and Mark was lying beside
Amanda, smelling her hair, he felt honesty invade his life again.
ÒAmanda?Ó he asked in the dark.
ÒYes?Ó Amanda murmured, after a moment.
ÒI donÕt know how to tell you this...Ó
ÒTry,Ó Amanda said.
Mark cleared his throat. Amanda was unfailingly nice to him, but,
when the subject of her niece arose, she could become rather inflexible.
She had agreed to take the girl for a month, ÔtakeÕ in the socially
acceptable sense of the word, and she felt responsible for her.
Mark cleared his throat again.
ÒI want to make your niece my sex slave,Ó Mark said.
ÒOnly if itÕs pretend,Ó Amanda answered, without even so much as
the slightest movement.
ÒHuh?Ó Mark asked.
ÒIf itÕs pretend,Ó Amanda said. ÒShe can be your pretend sex slave.Ó
Mark watched as the moon, descending, edged into the topmost part
of AmandaÕs bedroom window. It cast a silver glow into the dark room.
ÒA pretend sex slave,Ó Mark mused to himself. Suddenly, as he
considered it, all of his ethical questions were answered. Obviously,
knowing Amanda, what she meant was that he couldnÕt have the girl all to
himself. Amanda would have to be included. But that wasnÕt so bad, was
it?
ÒAmanda,Ó Mark said. The moon descended lower. Mark wanted to
tell her that he loved her niece more than he loved her. He wanted her to
know that his attention would be focussed on the younger girl now, very
intently, and he might not have time for Amanda like heÕd had before. But
then as he continued to watch the moon dip lower, he decided not to say
anything. HeÕd just let events flow, and hopefully, with AmandaÕs
indulgence, and perhaps a bit of compromise on his part, things would
work out. And then he wondered if heÕd accomplished anything at all. He
seemed right back where heÕd started, and he felt frustrated. Then
suddenly it hit him. He leaned over and kissed Amanda on the cheek. She
did not respond. He listened to her breathing. In, out. It was very regular,
the breathing of one asleep, too exhausted to dream.
Feeling suddenly chipper, despite his exertions, Mark slipped from
the bed. He felt his penis thicken and glanced down at himself in the
moonlight. He was growing hard again. Slowly, afraid now to wake
Amanda, he walked from the room. He mounted the stairs. He walked into
KelliÕs bedroom. Her nightlight was still glowing. SheÕd fallen asleep
with her hands in her panties, her rear-end still displayed, in the
provocative way Mark had left it. Mark got in bed with his niece.
ÒKelli? Mark!Ó AmandaÕs voice broke into the silence of the bedroom.
Mark stirred. He felt the warmth of KelliÕs body, curled up in his arms. He
opened his eyes. He saw her face, her tousled blonde hair. Her thumb was
in her mouth. Suddenly she popped it out of her mouth and said, just
slightly opening her eyes, in a sleepy voice,
ÒItÕs okay, mommie. WeÕre just sweeping.Ó
Mark felt himself flushing. He looked at Amanda. She was standing
by the door, with her hands on her hips.
ÒWeÕre not making love or anything. Just sleeping,Ó Mark said. He
hadnÕt wanted to take her again too quickly, after popping her cherry. Her
vagina had been sore and he wanted to give it plenty of time to recover.
AmandaÕs brow furrowed. ÒDid you say something to me last night
about making Kelli your love slave?Ó
ÒUh, yeah,Ó Mark said. He thought Amanda would say, ÒWell, forget
it!Ó but instead she let her hands drop from her hips and sighed.
ÒDo you really like her that much, Mark?Ó Amanda asked. Mark
thought for a moment. Previously, inspired by male lust, he had thought of
making Kelli his slave so that she could be his own completely, and fulfill
his wildest desires. And be taught. That was a big part of it too. He
would enjoy teaching her everything he knew. And when he had shown her
everything, they would, together, explore new erotic lands. But now he
remembered, too, that he had wanted her to be his slave so he could lavish
her with endless attention. So her every breath would be important to
him, her every thought, her every exclamation. And even more than
lavishing himself on her, he wished to make her his princess, and buy her
whatever he could, and take her wherever he might.
ÒWell, donÕt think IÕm not jealous,Ó Amanda said to Mark.
ÒI still love you, Amanda,Ó Mark said. But he squeezed Kelli as he
said it, and Amanda saw the lust in his eyes. It wasnÕt for her.
ÒIt can only be pretend, Mark,Ó Amanda said, still standing in the
doorway. ÒAt the end of the month she has to go back to her parents.Ó
ÒAuntie, mommie might let me stay all summer, if I ask her,Ó Kelli
said. She had finally awoken from sleep enough to realize it was her aunt
standing in the bedroom doorway, not her mother.
ÒWell, weÕll see,Ó Amanda said. ÒKelli, we must go shopping today.
For the Bottom Party. IÕd love to leave you home, but I assume you still
want to go?Ó
ÒÔCourse!Ó Kelli said. She smiled happily.
ÒKelli, do you understand the purpose of a Bottom Party?Ó Amanda
asked, with a quick, frowning glance at Mark, who was smiling at the
girlÕs enthusiasm. ÒItÕs so you can get something stuck up your bottom,
Kelli.Ó
ÒWhere the poop comes out?Ó Kelli asked.
ÒYes,Ó Amanda said. Kelli broke into giggles. Mark blushed more
deeply. Suddenly the dog came bounding down from the attic and rushed
past Amanda. He leapt onto the bed. Kelli squealed and began rolling about
with him. A moment later the girl was jumping up and down in her bed.
Her glorious breasts were bouncing like loose beach balls. Her nightshirt
did nothing to constrain them. On every jump, gazing down at her breasts
and relishing their size and weight, the girl was announcing, ÒBottom!
Bottom! Bottom!Ó The dog barked playfully.
Amanda sighed. She turned and left. Mark lay back and watched
Kelli. The girl gazed down at him over the swell of her breasts, as she
continued to jump up and down. Her panties hugged her hips. But they
were quite askew, for they were pulled down in back. In front, the girl had
disheveled them by sticking her hands into them. Now, as she jumped up
and down, her hands were flying high like her hair, but the panties
remained completely unstraightened and she apparently had no wish to fix
them. Mark stared at the girlÕs bare legs, leading up the juncture of her
thighs, where so recently she had been virgin, and now she was
deflowered. She looked down at him merrily. She was still a child and yet
now she was a woman too. Mark found himself possessed by a sudden,
urgent desire for her, for her lovely virgin ass in particular, and it took a
great effort of will for him not to take her right then and there.
Later in the day they went shopping for lingerie. At the Bottom
Party it was customary for the females to come dressed in lingerie, and
Kelli, being only 13, and up until now very much a child, had none of her
own. So Amanda took her to VictoriaÕs Secret, and together they shopped,
while Mark found himself relegated to reading a magazine in the toilet at
Sears.
ÒI saw a little girl today,Ó Mark heard in the next stall.
ÒReally?Ó a voice in the stall beyond the one next to Mark replied.
ÒShe was the most perfect little girl I have ever seen,Ó the first
voice said.
Mark lifted his eyes from the magazine he was reading. He was
about to wipe himself but he decided not to. The dialectic might cease if
the conversants knew they were being overheard.
ÒHow old was she?Ó the second voice asked.
ÒWell, here is the amazing thing,Ó the first voice said. ÒI think I
saw her once before. When I saw her the first time, she was only 8. She
was a beautiful, compact little thing, and yet quite luscious. She had long
brown hair down past her waist. I mean, it was really long!Ó
ÒI love long hair,Ó the second voice said.
ÒWell, listen to this: the first voice said. In addition to her lovely
long hair she was wearing a Catholic School Girl uniform!Ó
ÒAhhh,Ó the second voice said. Mark thought he heard the rustle of a
magazine being rolled up. For a moment there was silence, then a quick
grunt, and then the second voice implored, ÒPlease! Go on!Ó
ÒYes!Ó the first voice said. ÒItÕs amazing. The yuppies made all the
girls under 18 don school uniforms. I suppose they did it so all us guys
would be put on notice. You know, that the girls we see walking home
from school are CHILDREN, and under 18.Ó
ÒYes,Ó the second voice said.
ÒBut, in my opinion, if the girl is truly pretty, as this 8-year-old
girl was, there is nothing more lovely in this world than a girl in a
Catholic School Girl uniform!Ó
ÒAh! YES!Ó the second voice cried. There was a sound of brisk
movement, and then of something being expelled rapidly into a still pool of
water. ÒWaitaminute. I gotta flush,Ó the second voice said a moment
later.
When the flushing had ceased, the first voice, seemingly suppressing
a giggle, continued: ÒWell, anyway, I was completely taken by this girl.
Emotionally, you know? I just stared and stared at her, while pretending
not to, of course. Anyway, she had such long luscious hair, and it would
swish when she moved her head. I saw her bend down and pick something
up off the ground, something that her little brother had dropped, and then
SWISH! went her hair, as she gave her head a slight flick.Ó
ÒAhhhh!Ó the second voice said. ÒGo on, man! Go on!Ó
ÒWhat? YouÕre still hard?Ó the first voice asked, and laughed.
ÒIÕm always hard when the subject is little girls!Ó the second voice
said.
ÒWell anyways, today I saw her again,Ó the first voice said. ÒNot
here, at another mall. A strip mall. It was the same strip mall IÕd seen
her once before at, when she was eight. Now she must be nine or 10, for
sheÕs taller now. Today she didnÕt have her Catholic School Girl uniform
on. Instead she was wearing little shorts, and brief socks, and tennis
shoes, plus a t-shirt. Her legs were so long! So perfect! They looked sort
of like Beavis and ButtheadÕs legs, skinny like that, except longer.
Straight and long, like legs on a Barbie doll. Her hips hadnÕt started
growing yet and I stared in wonder at her compact, small little bottom,
covered by her small Beavis-type shorts. Her t-shirt had a slight dent in
it... well, dent isnÕt the right word... a ÔdentÕ, but it went outward instead
of inward. Where her breasts were just beginning to grow.Ó
ÒDid she still have her long hair?Ó the second voice asked.
ÒYes!Ó the first voice said. ÒHow lovely and long it was! Perhaps an
inch or so shorter than when IÕd seen her before, but still very long. It
was brown, just like before. But it was a lighter brown, now that itÕs
summer, and it had streaks of blonde in it.Ó
ÒSo what was she doing?Ó the second voice asked.
ÒWell, the first time, when she was wearing her Catholic School Girl
uniform, she was inside this store. I stared at her in the store. Then I
watched her go out of the store, with her little brother, who was
accompanying her. They both got in a car. It was a car driven by her
mother. The girl was doing an errand for her mother, who was waiting
outside in the car.
ÒBut now the second time I saw her, it was quite amazing, because
she was standing outside this truck. It was a truck like ordinary people
drive, not a Mac truck or anything like that. Anyway, sitting in this truck
was the girlÕs father. And standing outside the truck was the girlÕs
mother. The girl was standing beside her mother. The mother was yelling
to the father, ÔWhereÕs the money?Õ Over and over she yelled it: ÔWhereÕs
the money?Õ Then she also yelled, ÔDonÕt you know weÕre going to lose our
house, because you donÕt have the money?ÕÓ
ÒFamily turmoil,Ó the second voice said.
ÒYes,Ó the first voice said. ÒApparently they had separated, and
were just, like, meeting in the parking lot. They had come in separate
cars and when the argument ended, unproductively, I might add, they left
in separate cars. Now an interesting thing is this: the mother was not at
all attractive. I mean, she looked pretty dumpy, and had a mass of
unkempt brown hair. But the daughter, AHHHH! Such straight, long,
beautiful, swishing hair! I managed to walk by and look at the girlÕs face,
and it was utterly perfect. Flawless! She had very nice eyes and a snub
nose, just like the perfect blonde would have, just like Barbie... and she
had a lovely, soft, rounded chin, quite small and perfect.Ó
ÒSo she was a perfect 10, then?Ó the second voice said.
ÒYes!Ó the first voice said. ÒWhat an idiot her father must be! Here
he possesses the most perfect, outstanding daughter in the world, and yet
he cannot do whatever is necessary to keep her and make her happy. And,
in addition to that, after the mother stormed away from the fatherÕs
truck, the little girl said Ôfuck youÕ to her daddy.Ó
ÒReally?Ó the second voice asked.
ÒYes, and then she walked away, and then she came back a little bit
later and said Ôfuck youÕ to her daddy again. But you know, the thing is,
she must have some regard for him, deep down, or she wouldnÕt bother to
say Ôfuck youÕ to him. But really it was quite amazing to see this little,
perfect girl, no older than 9 or 10, saying Ôfuck youÕ. Such a spirited lass!Ó
ÒI think sheÕs going to grow up pretty fast,Ó the second voice said.
ÒYes, I have no doubt of it,Ó the first voice said.
ÒWell, I saw two girls yesterday,Ó the second voice said.
ÒReally?Ó the first voice asked.
ÒYes. They were not, unfortunately, perfect ten 8-year-olds, or even
10-year-olds, but they were quite beautiful all the same.
ÒWhat did they look like?Ó the first voice asked.
ÒWell, the first girl looked like a 14-year-old version of Barbie
Benton.Ó the second voice said.
ÒThe Playboy Playmate?Ó the first voice asked in astonishment.
ÒYes!Ó the second voice said.
There was a sound of brisk rubbing, from the stall next to Mark.
ÒAnyway,Ó the second voice continued, ÒHer face, first of all, looked
just like Barbie. Barbie Benton, that is.Ó
ÒYes. Quite a beautiful face,Ó the first voice said.
ÒShe had hair just like Barbie Benton too,Ó the second voice said.
ÒAnd her breasts, ahhh! Unfortunately her hips were a bit too wide, but
nobody could complain about those bosoms!Ó
ÒBosoms can be as big as they want to be,Ó the first voice said.
ÒYes!Ó the second voice agreed. ÒShe looked so young, and seemed
quite obviously to still be totally innocent, and yet she had wonderful big
breasts! When she walked, they jiggled. When she ran, across the parking
lot, they bounced up and down with glorious abandon! The amazing thing
is, she was with a whole group of girls, plus women chaperones. It was a
church group, or some girl scout group, or something. Ò
ÒWhatÕs so amazing about that?Ó the first voice asked. The sound of
brisk rubbing continued.
ÒWell, see, obviously this girl was innocent. And, being with women
chaperones and all, it seems certain to me that she was wearing a bra.
Yet how bouncy her breasts were! Truly, I was astonished at how they
went BOING! BOING! BOING! Up and down! Especially when she ran across
the parking lot. Yet how could they be so wonderfully, utterly bouncy, if
sheÕs wearing a bra?Ó
ÒI have no idea,Ó the first voice said. ÒIÕve never had a girlfriend.Ó
ÒWell, I havenÕt either,Ó the second voice said. ÒAlthough I do read a
lot of porno magazines to try to compensate for that.Ó
ÒMe too,Ó the first voice said.
ÒAnyway, I saw another girl too. She was also 14. This was in a
different place. She wasnÕt part of some all-female church group. She
was your typical suburban slut girl. You know, wonderfully beautiful,
absolutely knowledgeable about her beauty, and a complete tramp. But she
was well dressed, of course.Ó
ÒYes? Well? What was she doing?Ó the first voice asked.
ÒWell, first of all, she was perfect,Ó the second voice said. ÒPerfect
in every detail. She had shoulder length hair. She had on a very tight,
white top. Her bosoms were big, like oranges, or even bigger than that.
They were way up high and they stuck out nice and firmly. Unfortunately
they didnÕt bounce very much.Ó
ÒShe was probably wearing a wonder bra,Ó the first voice said.
ÒYes, but they were definitely big,Ó the second voice said. ÒAnyway,
her hips were narrower than her shoulders. She had nice shoulders, not
too wide, and yet her hips were narrower than her shoulders. At the same
time, her hips did flare out from her waist.Ó
ÒHow were her legs?Ó the first voice asked.
ÒVery long,Ó the second voice said. ÒShe wasnÕt excessively tall, but
she did have beautiful long legs. Unfortunately, like I said, she was quite
the tramp, walking around like she owned the planet, utterly pleased with
herself, hanging out with some girlfriends and, in addition to that, her
boyfriend.Ó
ÒToo old!Ó the first voice said.
ÒYes, I quite agree,Ó the second voice said. ÒA girl like that is
already deflowered and everything. I mean, I suppose it would be great to
be her boyfriend, but I donÕt want leftovers, you know?Ó
ÒIt would be like going to a restaurant, and the manager says, ÔThe
prices are whatÕs on the menu, but you can only have the food thatÕs on
other peopleÕs plates,ÕÓ the first voice said.
ÒYes. It would be like eating leftovers... off of other peopleÕs
plates,Ó the second voice agreed. ÒThat is why girls who are only 8 or 9,
or perhaps 10, are so special. They are just starting to grow their
breasts. You know theyÕll be ripe soon. As girls, I mean.Ó
ÒThe breasts too,Ó the first voice said.
ÒYes!Ó the second voice agreed. ÒBut as I was saying, you can see
that the girl will be ripe soon. After all, sheÕs starting to grow her
breasts. At the same time, as in the case of the 8-year-old girl in her
Catholic School Girl uniform, you absolutely, positively know that the girl
is a virgin. I mean, itÕs guaranteed. So if you had her as your friend, or
your girlfriend, you would be all set. Soon she will be ripe, and ready to
be a wife and mother. Biologically speaking, of course. At the same time,
you have a guarantee that the girl is a virgin. Hopefully a total virgin, who
hasnÕt even been kissed yet.Ó
ÒWell you know, that is an interesting point,Ó the first voice said.
ÒWhat if a woman said, ÔI want a babyÕ. And the government said, ÔOkay,
lady, hereÕs your baby.Õ And in walked a 21-year-old man. And he said, ÔHi,
IÕm your son. Nice to meet you. Well, I gotta go, mom. Catch you later.Õ
And off he goes. How do you think the woman would feel?Ó
ÒYou mean the woman who wanted a baby?Ó the second voice asked.
ÒYes,Ó the first voice said.
ÒWell, I guess sheÕd feel cheated,Ó the second voice said. ÒI mean,
she wanted a baby, and the government handed her some guy whoÕs 21!Ó
ÒExactly,Ó the first voice said.
ÒWhatÕs the point?Ó the second voice asked.
ÒThat is the standard, old-time, Ôage of consent,ÕÓ the first voice
said. ÒTalk to anyone younger, and youÕre liable to be called a child
molester. Of course, some places the Ôage of consentÕ is 18. Some places
itÕs 19. It varies, you know. But itÕs pretty high. And it isnÕt just that
you canÕt have sex with someone under that age. In our modern, feminist
society you basically canÕt have anything to do with them at all!Ó
ÒRight,Ó the second voice said. ÒItÕs quite a bummer.Ó
ÒItÕs like the lady who wanted a baby, and the government hands her
some guy whoÕs 21!Ó the first voice exclaimed.
ÒYou miss out on a girlÕs whole development, with an age of consent
thatÕs as high as it is today,Ó the second voice agreed. ÒBasically, by the
time a girl is 18, her parents are starting not to want her anymore. I
mean, sheÕs no longer a virgin. That was lost years ago. SheÕs probably
had a number of boyfriends, perhaps as many as ten. And in todayÕs world,
a boyfriend is a sex partner. So in fact she has not only had 10 boyfriends,
she has had 10 lovers. And she didnÕt just get penetrated one time by each
lover. She got penetrated NUMEROUS times by each lover!Ó
ÒYes,Ó the first voice agreed. ÒTalk about getting leftovers.Ó
ÒBut whatÕs worse is that, by the time a girl is 18, sheÕs a woman. I
mean, once she gets into college, there is no question that sheÕs a woman.
She might arrive at the college still sort of girlish, but after a year of
college, sheÕs a mature adult woman.Ó
ÒI know. ItÕs terrible,Ó the first voice agreed. ÒAnd then Hustler
magazine, in its publication Barely Legal, which I am holding right here,
has the audacity to call these adult women Ôvery youngÕ. Very young?!
Very young is maybe 7, or 6, or 5. It is NOT some goddamn 18-year-old
woman!Ó
ÒI agree,Ó the second voice said. ÒSo itÕs like, I want a girlfriend.
But the government insists I have a woman friend. What good is that?!
Who cares about some damn woman? ItÕs a GIRL I want! A cute, bubbly,
silly, cranky, precious girl. Someone I can grow up with, and live a life
with, and watch as she changes, and develops.Ó
ÒAnd instead the government offers us adult women who have
already had so many lovers they can barely count them all,Ó the first voice
said.
ÒWe need to start a movement, or something,Ó the second voice said.
ÒItÕs time us men stood up for a rights. Heck, the Ôage of consentÕ was 10
just in the last century.Ó
ÒReally?Ó the first voice asked.
ÒYes!Ó the second voice said. ÒIn the time of Lincoln, of Jefferson,
of Washington, the age of consent in the United States of America was 10.
Now, in the age of Bill and Hillary Clinton, and Gerald Ford, and Richard
Nixon, the age of consent is 18! Or even older than that!Ó
ÒItÕs disgusting,Ó the first voice said. ÒI say, if 10 was good enough
for George Washington, itÕs good enough for me!Ó
ÒExactly,Ó the second voice said. ÒItÕs like my pastor said, when
someone asked him if there should be more than one language in America.
Someone said, ÔPastor, should English be the official language of
America?Õ And my pastor said, ÔSon, if English was good enough for Jesus,
itÕs good enough for me!Ó
ÒRight!Ó the first voice agreed.
Mark began wiping. As soon as he pulled on the roll of toilet paper in
his stall, the voices stopped talking. Mark wiped himself, stood up, and
flushed. Then, as he went out of the stall, one of the voices said, ÒWell,
IÕd say weÕve done a pretty good job of practising being perverts.Ó
ÒYes, IÕm a happily married man myself,Ó the second voice said. ÒI
have a big house, a big wife, and three kids.Ó
ÒMe too,Ó the first voice said. ÒI hope we donÕt have to sit here in
the toilet stall too much longer before we induce some child molester to
confess to his crimes.Ó
ÒGood luck, boys,Ó Mark called.
ÒWhy, thank you, son,Ó the first voice said. ÒIf you see any child
molesters, send them in here to enjoy a bit of conversation, would you?Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Mark said.
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