Part 13 (1/2)
The three of us lay entangled and sweaty upon her large bed. At Aliceas insistence we had adjourned early tonight for our usual evening calisthenics. The girl had behaved toward me with unusual tenderness. I thought snidely that the monkeys must be less than satisfactory a” but I didnat say it. She even detected my approaching climax, abandoned Claraas c.u.n.t and swung down in the bed to take it from me orally. Afterwards she looked up at me with a pleased smile, a dollop of s.p.u.n.k on her chin. I could only stare in grateful disbelief until our breathing eased and Clara distracted me.
I took the modified opera gla.s.ses but she held on to them, pointing out features with the fingers of her other hand. aWe all have perfect vision, so I set the eyepiece to a fixed focus and converted the focusing k.n.o.b to a zoom control. Play with it and youall see how it works. This new b.u.t.ton is the pause and release. Hold it down for two or three seconds and it will restart a scene at the beginning.a She released the device and handed me something from the headboard. aHereas an earpiece.a Both females were watching me. With a shrug I fell back beside Clara, tucked in the earpiece and put the gla.s.ses to my eyes but saw only dim grayness even when directed at the ceiling light.
aNothingas on,a I said as I might in ten years whenever the TV was uninteresting.
aPress the restart b.u.t.ton,a Clara advised.
When I did so, sound arrived at my ear: the background rumble of a city and someoneas boots crunching in the snow. The scene presented to my eyes was a snow-lined neighborhood street along whose sidewalk the camera was moving with a slight bounce. I recognized it: 59th Street. Suddenly the camera a” I know it wasnat a camera but after years of using camcorders thatas how I thought of it a” turned in a sidewalk to a familiar apartment building and began to descend the stairs to the bas.e.m.e.nt. I recognized the scuffed door. This was Rosalindas place.
I pressed the pause b.u.t.ton and looked into Aliceas intent eyes. aYou went to see Rosalind today?a aThis afternoon.a I looked around at Clara. aWhere was your ladybug, on her cap?a aNot exactly,a the woman answered, eyes twinkling.
In the depicted scene a gloved fist rose and banged on the door. I also heard feet stomping, possibly to dislodge snow and stimulate blood circulation.
aWhoas there?a Rosalindas voice came m.u.f.fled from behind the door after an annoying wait.
aItas Alice. Open up! Iam freezing!a Stomping feet sounded again. After long seconds the gloved fist rose to knock again just as Rosalind called, aItas a bad time, Alice. Could you come back later?a aNo!a the girl shouted angrily. aItas ten degrees out here. Let me in!a Again a wait. Alice began to kick the door with one foot, persistently but not too hard. Finally the lock clicked. The door opened a crack, just wide enough for Rosalindas nose and half her face to peer at me directly. Suddenly I realized this camera must have been on Aliceas face itself.
aI have a visitor,a the older girl whispered urgently. aYou canat come in now.a Aliceas face thrust toward the door. She grunted as it flew open. Rosalind was obviously thrown off balance. As she staggered backward her robe parted. Without its scant cover she would have been fully naked. The camera flicked oddly around the suddenly revealed room a” a capability the ladybug had never demonstrated a” and came to rest upon a young man lying stark naked atop the bed. He made no effort to conceal the smug grin on his handsome face or an erect p.e.n.i.s of modest dimension.
Out of sight behind the camera the door shut solidly. Rosalindas voice emitted stuttering objections. The camera rolled back and forth but remained centered on the erect member, as Alice shed her parka and pulled off blue snow pants in what must have been a comfortably warm room. The guyas d.i.c.k was thicker than my twelve year-old specimen but not much longer.
aHah!a the fellow snorted in an amused baritone when her outer garments lay on the floor. aI thought you were a boy.a She was probably still wearing a dress. The camera advanced beside the bed and stared pointedly at the d.i.c.k too dry to have seen recent use. Alice sneered, aIf I were a boy Iad be better equipped than you.a The guy rose onto an elbow to retort indignantly, but Rosalindas shoulder heaved into sight between them.
aYouad better go, d.i.c.ky,a she said in a fl.u.s.tered voice, looking around at Alice behind her.
aLittle d.i.c.kyas not finished,a Alice taunted. aI can wait. He wonat take a second.a aThatas right!a the guy exclaimed and pulled Rosalind onto the bed.
He rolled atop her in a flash. His hips thrust unmistakably. The p.r.o.ne girlas eyes went wide.
aGet off!a she screamed, flailing at the man. Apparently he was too heavy to dislodge. She wailed, aYouare not wearing a rubber!a Alice reached down to seize the manas hair in both hands. She pulled fiercely and Rosalind pushed. Their joint effort succeeded, sending him sprawling to the floor with a thump. Scowling, he jumped adroitly to his feet. His mouth opened as though to issue a stream of profanities, but instead he smiled. After a graceful wave of his arm with a courtly bow he collected his clothes and took them into the bathroom.
The two girls stared wordlessly at each other during the minute d.i.c.ky required to dress. He returned to the room ready for outdoors.
aSorry about the misunderstanding, Ros,a he said with an arrogant grin. aIall see you after cla.s.s tomorrow.a With an amused glance at Alice and a slight toss of the head he left the apartment. Neither of the girls spoke until they heard the outside door close upstairs.
aHe put it in me!a the older one exclaimed bitterly. aDo you think it was rape?a aPerhaps.a Alice sat on the bed beside her. aBut didnat he only catch you by surprise? It was a playful way of saying good-bye after I interrupted your f.u.c.k.a Rosalind glanced quickly at the smaller girl and then examined her fingernails. aYou did interrupt, of course. We intended to spend the afternoon together.a aSo now you have an unscratched itch,a Alice responded snippily. aIall tell Tim. Iam sure heall rush over to help.a Rosalind flushed slightly. aBy the way: what are you doing here?a aTo make sure youare all right. Tim couldnat reach you on the phone.a aHe called?a aYes, this morning. Heas in cla.s.s. You and I donat have one on Monday afternoons, so I came to see if you had some good reason not to answer the phone.a I heard the smirk in her voice. aNot a very long reason, was it?a Rosalind giggled. aI had a special use in mind for that short one.a Suddenly her face was serious. aWhat happened yesterday, Alice?a aYou mean after we left you?a aDidnat the FBI take you home? What I mean is, why did it happen? Iam a language student, remember? And Iam pretty sure that kidnapper you ran from spoke to you in Russian.a aI didnat understand it either,a Alice responded in tones that I recognized to imply no big deal. aMy Russian studies havenat got that far yet. But would you believe it was all a wrong number?a Rosalind blinked. aWould I believe it?a I chuckled, pleased that Alice could also be guilty of anachronisms.
Ignoring the question, the young girl asked airily, aYouave heard of Anastasia, the lost daughter of Tsar Nicholas?a Rosalindas eyes widened. aBy now shead be in her forties!a aIt seems the Russians thought we were her children.a aGood heavens!a aJust a case of mistaken ident.i.ty.a Aliceas hand appeared in a deprecating gesture. aDoes d.i.c.ky being here mean youare through with Tim?a Rosalind smiled slowly. aAre you jealous for Tim?a She chuckled. aNo need for that. Tim and I are just good friends.a aThatas what Tim says,a Alice retorted. aBut donat you f.u.c.k regularly?a aNo.a Rosalindas lips curled down, but her finger toyed with back of the girlas hand. aI think heas been avoiding me since the party a” until Sunday, at least. And look what happened!a Her voice softened. aTim was my first guy, you know.a aMine too,a Alice admitted quietly and tangled a finger around Rosalindas.
aI thought so,a the larger girl said, taking the otheras hand. aBut I hesitated to asked him about it because youare only ten and also his cousin.a Alice sighed and studied the other girlas face. It denoted sincerity, perhaps an offer of friends.h.i.+p.
aIave only recently begun to enjoy s.e.x,a the younger confided. I heard a smile in her voice. aIad like to try it with other guys before, you know, Tim and I settle down together.a aThat should be years away, donat you think?a the older said cheerfully. aYou could have dozens of guys by then.a She raised an arm that seemed to go around Aliceas shoulders. Her head drew closer.
Alice asked boldly, aHow about hundreds?a aHundreds!a Rosalind squealed in delight. aWouldnat that be something?a aIad mainly like to feel a adult c.o.c.k while Iam still small.a The older looked serious. aWhy would you want that, Alice? Some of them can be rather long. They can hurt.a Alice snuggled close and fingered one of the older girlas curiously small b.r.e.a.s.t.s. aAt least Iad like a fat one to fill me up. Have you ever been hurt? I mean after the first time.a Rosalindas face and neck began to flush apparently in response to Aliceas unexpected attention to a nipple. aThe second guy,a she murmured in a distracted voice. aHe was too long.a aIf it hurt maybe you put him in the wrong place.a Rosalindas stuttered, aBut, but aa aRight!a cried Alice with a giggle. aThey canat be too long there.a aAre you a sure?a aTry your big guy and youall see. Of course they can be too fat there. Was he too fat?a aOh, no!a Rosalind breathed dreamily. aHe was perfect that way.a d.a.m.n it!
aI want that too.a Aliceas hand frankly palmed the breast. Suddenly Rosalindas cheek was so close the proximity cut off the light. Apparently Alice had kissed it. aDo you ever play with dolls?a she whispered.
I had a glimpse of Rosalindas full face before the scene dimmed again. aIave never had a live doll,a she said in a quivery voice whose pa.s.sion I recognized.
Both fell back onto the bed. Alice must have landed atop the otheras naked body. Both made tiny moaning sounds in curious harmony. After many mewling kisses Alice brushed her face quickly over the small b.r.e.a.s.t.s and flat stomach to find the moist pubic bush. With the experience of decades plus recent practice with Clara, Alice well knew what stimulates girls. She rapidly brought the elder to a screaming climax.
Shortly she backed away from an inflamed, wet c.l.i.toris and stood up. The darkness of her dress pa.s.sed upward over her eyes, but she remained focused on Rosalindas face, still registering its surprised delight in the quickness and deft satisfaction of that o.r.g.a.s.m.
When Alice arose after removing panties and stockings, the reclining girlas eyes raked her thoroughly. aYou have the legs of an older girl, but the rest of you is only ten.a aAlmost eleven,a Alice corrected and returned to cuddle on the bed.
They were soon squirming their bodies together. The scene in the viewer wobbled enough to make me dizzy. After a while Alice fell back. Rosalind crouched beyond the hairless crotch to explore her new doll, to kiss its body, to fondle it and from the visible wrist contortion, to insert some fingers.
aI had to do that,a Rosalind giggled, tasting them afterwards. aI needed to prove you were truly not a virgin.a Alice giggled. aWhat if I had been?a aI donat know.a The elderas eyes widened at first but narrowed with a scornful laugh. aNot a chance of that! No virgin would know how to make me come so quickly.a She took a breath. aExcept for your legs, you look exactly like a little girl, but now I know better.a She chuckled. aMaybe you told that waiter the truth. I think you could certainly handle a grown man. If it were summer Iad have a cuc.u.mber and we could pretend it was a fat c.o.c.k.a aI prefer the real thing,a Alice remarked agreeably. aBut right now Iad like something more gentle.a Her hands appeared, pulling Rosalindas head lower.
aIave never done this before,a the older girl protested nervously, but allowed her face to approach the soft stomach.
aYou know how, Ros. You know exactly what to do.a Aliceas hands fell away. She seemed to wait in total pa.s.sivity after raising her knees and turning her hips upward. Rosalindas eyes, staring with an almost ludicrous mixture of antic.i.p.ation, timidity and reluctance, hovered just above the pale flesh at the bottom of the young belly a” which writhed suddenly, accompanied by a soprano gasp.
aOh, yes!a Alice sighed after some moments. aNow do me fast!a Her whole torso quivered and a the lights chose that moment to go out just as the young girl screamed.
Then I understood. She had clenched her eyes shut. Had Clara actually put her acameraa inside the girlas eye?
The eyes fluttered open in time to reveal Rosalind rising to hands and knees.
aWas that good?a the elder asked. aDid I do it right, darling? As good as Tim?a Her face approached. They folded into a gentle embrace.
aAs good as Clara,a the young girl admitted dreamily.
aClara!a Rosalind exclaimed, her eyes large in excited surprise. She sat up with an avid expression. aDoes Tim do Clara too?a aYes.a aYou certainly have a naughty family,a the older girl remarked with a nervous laugh.
aThatas true,a Alice admitted. The perspective changed. Perhaps she had risen on an elbow. aBut you love naughtiness too. Well, we can be naughty for the rest of the afternoon. Do you have any, uh, toys to play with?a Rosalindas pretty face took on an adventurous look. aI have a kielbasa,a she said with rising excitement. aItas not as thick as a cuc.u.mber, but aa aItall do,a Alice declared, lying back languidly on the bed. Again the lights went out.
aIall be right back!a Rosalind said breathlessly. I heard the unmistakable sound of a drawer pulled open, but the scene remained dark.
One afternoon about two weeks later when I had hung up my coats and flopped on the couch beside Clara, I found Fuzzytop waiting with a gla.s.s of c.o.ke on ice. Thatas the way I love it, but the ice crusher built into the refrigerator door hasnat been invented yet. A monkey, however, who is able and willing to take ice cubes from the freezer compartment, bash them up with a hammer in a cloth bag, sc.r.a.pe the results into a tumbler and pour c.o.ke over it, is even better than the machine, which after all can only do a part of that.
But as I thanked him and took the gla.s.s, the little b.a.s.t.a.r.d widened his tongue and deliberately licked my fingers. It tickled, almost causing me to spill the drink. He knows I hate that, at least from another male. He sat back on his haunches, stared up at me and made the aTch-tch-tch-tcha sounds that Clara has declared to be Capuchin laughter.
aYou little devil,a I intoned, which sent him away, chattering more frenziedly.
aHe loves you, Tim,a advised Clara behind a warm smile, aalmost as much as I do.a aWhy does he love my taste so much?a Her smile became a giggle but she shook her head. aThatas not why he licks your fingers.a aYeah, I know. What he really loves is to annoy me.a aNot even that, though he does love for you to recognize his existence. Think about it. When was the last time you washed your hands?a I blinked. aI guess this morning.a aRight. The Capuchins have much better developed senses of taste and smell than we. If he could speak Iam sure head tell you everything youave handled since you left here this morning.a I sneered, aNo doubt including how many times I stroked my d.i.c.k.a She chuckled, though with less humor. aIam interested in that too, Tim. If it were possible, Iad love to follow you around and do it for you.a I had to laugh a little. aYou almost sound like you mean it.a aOh, I do, Tim. You have the sweetest little organ in the world.a I cringed. aEmphasis on little, eh, Alice?a The girl looked up with a snicker. aEnjoy it while youave got it.a aEnjoy it?a aAsk Clara. More bang for the buck in the little ones a” for the owner, that is.a aWhat are you talking about?a aTell him, Clara.a The woman looked at me. aThe lower blood volume and surface area result in marginally greater overall stamina.a aYou have measured this somehow?a aNot I, but I have the results of a kinsey investigation in, ah, 2104, your reckoning, which produced such measurements. It only stands to reason, Tim.a I spread my hands. aThat may very well be true. That you claim it is good enough for me. But donat you broads understand the problem better than that?
aBroads!a repeated Clara.
aHey, donat knock it!a Alice advised smugly. d.a.m.ned if she didnat sit straighter and twist her a.s.s around! aWhat problem do you mean?a aThe problem of having a little d.i.c.k!a I thundered.
Both sets of brows knit. aExplain, please,a intoned Alice.
aWho cares about stamina? The problem with having a little d.i.c.k is you women prefer larger ones.a aWe do?a asked Alice.
aMy G.o.d! Am I suddenly in the Land of Oz? Didnat you and Rosalind go ga-ga about fat ones just this month?a They stared at me. Clara smiled slowly. aWe all love your little one, Tim.a That made me feel slightly better, especially when Alice chimed in agreement. I sat back, sipped my c.o.ke and commented with a touch of smugness, aAt least itas the largest one in this house.a aAnd weall take care of it,a Alice declared. aJust wait till you grow up.a I sniffed. aIam afraid to ask what that meansa a” which was literally true and suggested a fast change of subject. aWhat do your histories say, Clara, about the date when Chicago gets a reliable TV station?a aYou want to watch television?a asked Alice. aI canat believe you said that.a She looked at Clara. aHe bragged that he wouldnat have a TV in his house.a aThatas not true,a I retorted. aMy palmtop could receive the news. On nine-eleven I hardly looked at anything else.a aNine-eleven?a asked Clara. aOh, you mean those buildings in New York.a aPoor Tim is bored.a Alice got to her feet and crossed the room to hand me an opera gla.s.s and an earpiece. aHere, if you want to watch TV.a aWhat is it? a” not more of you and Rosalind, I hope!a Alice didnat smile. aJust my family obligation.a I took the device almost reluctantly. She studied me contemplatively.