James Boned: Too Late

This is an entry in the ATF Story Writing Contest 2024/I. The story is posted by the organizer. The actual author of the story will remain anonymous until at least the end of the contest.

Boned in Miami

James Boned, with two double bourbons inside him, sat in the final departure lounge of Miami Airport and thought about life and death. But mostly about death.

Death, the possibility of his own death, and the reality of many others’ deaths, had been Boned’s travel companion for a long time. Ever since he became Agent double oooohhh six nine, ever since he received his license to fill and his first assignment. So that was not what was occupying his mind.

This time, it was death on a much more massive scale that was on his mind. The destruction of England, all of England. And, most likely, even of the entire world. Nothing less than the death of all 8 billion and change people inhabiting Planet Earth. And all because he was late.

Ten more minutes until boarding. Not that it mattered. The device was in England already. Heading to Broomingdale, where SPHINCTRE’s operatives would set it up, set a timer, and then detonate it, unaware of the true force of the explosion they would unleash, unaware of the unavoidable ripple effect that would wipe out every living creature on this planet within just a few hours.

And it was all his fault, or so he felt. Of course, he could blame Dr. Ohyes, for capturing him, keeping him locked up in her sex dungeon for days, until he finally managed to escape. But was that not also Boned’s own fault? He should not have stayed with Miranda First. Of course, her delightful eight-year-old body had been much too tight to resist. He made First his, and became her First. And then her Second and Third and Fourth as well. Had he not taken so much time with her, then he might have avoided the thugs that caught him.

And now he was waiting until he could board his flight to England. Fly home, back to London. Then take his car, drive to Broomingdale, try to prevent …

He sighed. There was no way he was ever going to make it in time. And yet, he got up when the boarding call sounded. He was not the kind of man to give up. He would always fight, even when there was nothing left to fight for, no chance of success.

Bored in Broomingdale

It was a day like any other, in an English village like any other. The only thing that set it off, slightly, from other days, was the even louder than normal sound of giggles coming from a group of girls, on their bike ride back home from school.

Other than those girls, the streets were deserted. As usual, at this time of day. All adults were at work, or inside their homes, minding their business. Broomingdale as a city was most excellent at giving its inhabitants a strong motivation to stay inside. And so the girls did not need to worry about anyone eavesdropping on their conversation, as they pedaled their bikes up the hill.

“Did you see how Linda totally squashed her banana? I pity her boy friend!”
“Does Linda have a boy friend?”
“No, silly, but when!”
“I pity her, when his thingy is all squashed and he cannot do anything anymore.”
A flock of giggles was heard on the empty streets, as the group approached a crossroad. Two of the girls waved and turned right, the rest went straight ahead.
“See you tomorrow, Carly and Cindy!”
“Yeah, see you tomorrow!”

The now smaller group kept riding, and kept chatting and giggling, in the delightful way that only girls that age can.
“But do you really think a real one looks like a banana?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen one.”
“I have!”
“What? When? How? Who? And why didn’t you tell us?”
“No, silly. Not a real person. Porn. On the internet. My dad forgot to renew the license for NetNanny so I was able to access all sites for about a week or so.”
“My mom tells me that I should not watch porn, but that I will probably do so anyway, so she then also told me to keep in mind that it’s not realistic.”
“Not? So a real one might still look like this banana?”

Estelle peeled the skin from a banana and took a large bite.
“Eeewwww, that has been in a condom!”
“So? A clean condom. And only on the outside. I peeled off the skin, you know.”
“Still, eeewwww.”
“Well, I am not going to throw away a perfectly good banana.”

More girls left the group on each next crossroad. The chattering continued, shifting topic to the vacation that was not far off, and then to boys, and then to their homework assignments. Finally, only eleven-year-old Estelle and her nine-year old sister Bernadette were left.

They rode in silence for a while, as they took a left on the long and straight road past the stone wall around the base where their parents worked. But then Bernadette returned to the previous topic.
“I still wish they had made us practice with something more realistic.”
“Like what? Surely you cannot expect Mister Humphreys to just unzip, take out his thing, and make all of us put a condom on it?”
Bernadette giggled.
“No, that’s not what I meant. But perhaps a plastic thing or so? Something shaped like a real one?”
“Do you think those exist?”
“Surely they can be made!”
“But I have heard that they are not all the same. Different sizes, different shapes.”
“So then perhaps they should have given us real ones to practice.”

A huge fit of laughter put a temporary end to the conversation. But then Estelle got serious.
“You know, you are not even wrong, Bernie. They teach us exactly how to spell. How to do math. How to read maps. We get cooking lessons, we are taught about hygiene and healthy living, and history class. But then when it comes to sex ed, we only get some vague drawings, we are warned that we must wait until we are older, and then they make us put a rubber on a banana and that’s it.”
“But then what else can they do?”
“Well, I don’t know. Something? With all the warnings how dangerous it is, and how important it is to do sex the right way, and with the right person, it makes no sense that we only have a few hours of sex ed per year. If this is so much more important than geography, then surely we should spend more time learning about it?”
“Hmmm, you have a point.”

The slope got steeper, so both girls stopped talking as they needed their strength to push their bikes up the hill. Estelle slowed down a bit to get in line behind Bernadette as they had to pass a gray van that was parked along the side of the road, then she sped up to ride next to her sister again.

“That’s weird.”
“What?”
“That van.”
“What about it?”
“Why is it parked there? We are at least two miles past the entry gate, and it’s three more miles to the next crossroads. Why would anyone park their van there?”
“Perhaps they were tired and wanted to rest? Although they were not asleep?”
“They? Who?”
“Didn’t you see? There were two men sitting in that van.”
“Oh? What were they doing?”
“How would I know? Perhaps they were talking before they saw us?”
“They saw us?”
“Yeah, I saw how they turned their heads to keep looking at us as we rode past their van. Gee, how can you have seen that van and not seen them?”
“Hey, I do not make a habit of peeking through windows. I am not a nosy girl like you!”
“Says the girl that I caught trying to peek into the boys’ locker room last week.”
“Hey, no fair. That is different. That was not a window.”
“No, not a window. A keyhole. So of course you were not being nosy at all.”
“I just wanted to see …”
Estelle’s voice trailed off.
“Bobby in his undies!”
Bernadette laughed at the sight of her sister’s head turning beet red.

But then, all of a sudden, Estelle squeezed her brakes, and her bike came to a halt. Bernadette quickly stopped too, turned around, and looked at her sister.
“What? Why did you stop?”
“I have an idea, Bernie!”
“What idea?”
Estelle turned her bike around, then started to pedal again as soon as Bernadette was caught up.
“We are going to ask those men in the van to show us their thing.”
“What? Why?”
“They looked at us, right? Not briefly but all the time?”
“Yes, I told you that.”
“So they like us.”
“They are grown men. We are just girls.”
“Yes, and have you already forgotten the warnings?”
“You think they are pediafiles? Then we should run away! Not go towards them!”
“If they had wanted to catch us, they could have done that already. I don’t think they are bad people. But they are there and I think they are waiting for something. So why not let them use their time?”
“But why would they show their penises?”
“Because they are there, just waiting. Because we ask them nicely. Because we explain that we need to learn, learn better than we did in class today. And …”
Estelle sunk her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
“And because we are going to show some of us too. You know what Ms Gringe said, right? Always cover up, boys and men cannot control themselves when you show too much skin. So we will do exactly that. We will show too much skin.”

Doing their duty

“How much longer?” Jake asked, for the one-hundred seventy-forth time.
“It’s three seventeen, now, so still forty-seven minutes,” Hank responded, “two less than the last time you asked, which was two minutes ago.”
“Damn, why can’t we just unload the device now, set it up, and be on our way?”
“Number One was very clear about the timing.”
“Yeah, yeah. But what Number One doesn’t …”
“Hush! Number One sees everything and hears everything.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll …”
Jake interrupted himself and looked outside.
“Wait? Are those the same girls that just passed us?”
“I guess so? Perhaps they forgot something?”
“Well, I don’t mind. Gives us at least something to look at.”
“As long as they are gone when we need to set up. We cannot have onlookers.”
“Don’t worry, they’ll be past us in …”

Hank shut up in surprise, as the girls squeezed their brakes and got off of their bikes. He was even more surprised when he saw how the youngest looking rolled up the hem of her shirt, to expose her midriff, while the other girl pulled the fabric of her dress over her left shoulder. And then she stepped up towards the van and knocked on the door.

“What do we do now?”
“Clearly they have seen us. We should answer, I think?”
“But what if they know why we are here?”
“Don’t be silly. They’re just girls. Of course they don’t know. Nobody knows. I am sure they just want to ask an innocent question. Not answering the door, that would make them suspicious!”

And so Hank opened the door.
“Hello girls. Anything wrong?”
“We were wondering if you can perhaps help us?”
“Help you? How?”
“It’s for a school assignment. Well, sort of.”
“Oh, I was never good at doing all that learny stuff.”
“Oh, no worries. It’s not that.”
“Oh?”

Hank had tried to ignore the constant prodding of Jake’s finger in his back, but he now turned towards his companion.
“What?”
Jake said nothing, but just pointed at his right wrist.
“Yes, I know,” Hank whispered, “but I cannot just send them away, that might make them suspicious. I’ll handle this.”

He then turned back to the girl. The slightly younger girl was now standing beside her. Her shirt was indeed rolled up. Quite high even. Just a bit higher, he felt, and it would have been indecent. He felt how Jake pushed him aside a bit, probably because he also wanted to take a good look at the flawless skin on that young girl’s flat belly.

“So what is it then, little ladies? How can my mate and I help you?”
The oldest girl opened her mouth to reply, but the younger one was faster.
“Oh, simple. We just need to see your penises!”
“Shut up, Bernie! You’ll ruin it all. Let me do the talking.”
“Why? That is what we want, isn’t it? Why not just tell him what we want.”

The short exchange between the two girls gave Hank the time to catch his breath and regain his composure. He pushed Jake, who was almost on top of him now, back in his chair, then returned his attention to the two girls. The youngest was playing with the hem of her shirt, and he at least twice felt that she was just millimeters away from a true nip-slip.

“So you want to see our dicks? Why?”
“Oh, he said a naughty word!”
“Shut up, Bernie! Yes, mister. We had sexual education in school today, but we don’t think all penises are like bananas. And we think that we should learn about those things properly. So if we can see your penis, and that of your friend, then we would know much better what to expect, once we are old enough for sex.”
“Yeah, but … What? … Surely you don’t mean …”
“Oh no worries,” the girl interrupted, completely misreading the reason for Hank’s hesitation, “it is not like we just expect you to show us things and do nothing in return. If we can see your penises, then we will also show you ours.”
“What?”
“Not our penises, of course!” the younger one giggled, “we don’t have those. But you can see our vajayjays. And our tiddies. Well, Estelle’s tiddies. I have no tiddies yet.”
And as if to prove her words, she now lifted her shirt all the way, exposing two bright red areoalas, that were indeed still fully flat, adorned with pointy nipples.

Jake gasped audibly, and then again as Hank forcefully pushed him back once again. Struggling for composure, he now noticed that the older girl was trying to bare her other shoulder too, but the fabric of her dress was too tight, so as she finally managed to bare her right shoulder, the fabric snapped back over her left. That did give her the chance to pull the right side down quite a bit. Nothing indecent, but a lot of promise.

Hank heard the sound of a belt buckle behind him, so he jabbed his elbow back, turned his head, and hissed:
“Keep it together, man. We cannot do this. We’d be in …”
“As if our other plans are all so perfectly legal?”
“Not the point. And we need to …”

A sound behind him made him return his attention to the girls. The sound was indeed exactly what it had sounded like. Fabric hitting the road. The youngest, clearly less inhibited than the oldest, had dropped her shirt on the ground and now had her whole immature chest on display. That perfect skin, those pointy areolas, … he felt his pants tighten.

“Bernie, stop!” Estelle hissed, as Bernadette already worked on unfastening her skirt, “they first need to say yes!”
“Oh? I thought that Ms Gringe said …”
“I know what she said. Trust me. Let me do the talking. And don’t undress further until I tell you to.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, big sis always knows best.”

To Hank and Jake’s utter disappointment, Estelle stepped in front of Bernadette.
“Listen, misters. We really want your help. It is important that we know about this. We need to learn. Think of it as doing your duty.”
“Hell, yeah, we’ll … oomph”
“Shut up, Jake. I’ll do the talking.”
“Hrmph.”

Hank once more returned his attention to Estelle, who now lifted her skirt to show her nicely shaped thighs.
“Estelle, right? Now, listen girl. You do know that we can get in a lot of trouble if we do this, right?”
“Well, we will obviously not tell anyone! We’d be in trouble too, you know!”
“Yeah, but still, I …”
“TAA-DAAA!!!”
Hank was interrupted by Bernadette, jumping from behind her sister, in full view, and fully nude, her skirt and panties in hand.
“See? It is not bad at all to be naked. And Estelle is even prettier than me. She already has tiddies. Not big but they are there. But she has no hairs on …”
“Shhh, Bernie! Get back behind me!”

But then Estelle noticed the men in the car. Hank was now literally drooling. And the other man seemed to be struggling to get past his friend, as if there was no door on his side. She quickly adapted her strategy.
“See? You can look at her much longer, if you want. And at me. But then we need to look at you too!”
And then she quickly lifted her skirt all the way, exposing her cute strawberry decorated panties, before dropping it again.

“Damn, you do what you want, Hank. I’m getting out of the car. I want to see them. Who knows, perhaps they’ll even …”
“And how about our job?”
“We still have forty minutes, right?”

Hank sighed. He knew he wanted this too. And Jake was right. They still had forty minutes. That should be enough to fill his head with images to last a lifetime.
He quickly glanced around. The road was still deserted. But he still wanted to be safe.
“Okay, but not here in the open. Come girls. We can go in the back of the van.”
“And then we get to see your penises?”
“Yes, you will see them. And perhaps even …”
His words were drowned by Bernadette’s loud cheering.

Show me yours

The men got out of the van, walked to the back, and unlocked and opened the cargo door. They entered, followed by the girls, and then Jake closed the door again. Hank flicked a switch and a fluorescent lamp came to life, spending its harsh cold light. The girls looked around. About a quarter of the room was taken up by something that was covered under a large cloth. But there was still enough room for the four of them to sit comfortably on the floor of the van.

“So, who goes first?”
Neither of the men responded. As Bernadette plopped down cross-legged, they got a very clear view of her hairless cunny, the labia slightly parted, her folds in clear view. Some drool escaped their mouths.
“I said, who goes first?”
“Oh, oh sorry, Estelle. I had not heard you. Eh, you?”
“No way. You already got to see Bernie. Now it’s our turn to see something. So, who first?”

Hank and Jake exchanged glances. Seeing Bernadette naked had been exciting. The prospect of seeing her older sister naked too, seeing her developing breasts, and her probably also hairless but already more developed cunny, had been even more exciting. But undressing? In front of each other, and in front of these little girls? Now that they actually had to do it, they hesitated.
“Oh, come on,” Estelle mocked, “Or have you forgotten how to undress? Must I do it for you?”
The men exchanged a brief glance, then Jake nodded furiously, as Hank mumbled “hell yeah, why not?”

Estelle approached the men. She grabbed the hem of Jake’s shirt, then lifted it over his chest. She had planned to do it quick, but when she saw his bare chest, his manly hairs, the white line of an old scar, and his toned abs, she slowed down, to look better. And then she freed Hank of his shirt and looked at him with the same interest.

“Come on, sis, hurry up!” Bernadette whined.
“Shut up Bernie. This is fun. Let me do it this way. You’ll get to see their penises!”
And then she sensually licked her lips, as she crawled close to Hank and started to slowly undo his belt.

Bernadette didn’t understand why Estelle didn’t just yank down those men’s pants and expose their willies. But she knew that her big sister always wanted to do things her way, and she had to agree that there was no hurry. She looked a bit at how Estelle slowly undid one button on the one man, than a button on the other man, then whispered something and giggled, making the men blush, before slowly tugging on their flies.

She looked around. Why was this van almost empty anyway? Shouldn’t it be packed with goods? Why only that small … thing, whatever it was, under a cloth?
Curiosity got the better of her. She knew she should not snoop. But she was bored. Estelle was still wasting time. The men were fully focused on her right now. They were not paying attention to Bernadette anymore. Surely, a short look wouldn’t hurt?

She quietly moved aside, until she was close to the cloth. Then she lifted it, to peek underneath.
She had no idea what she saw. Strange metallic objects, glass tubes connecting them, wires everywhere. And just to the right, she saw what appeared to be a control panel.
She glanced around. Still nobody paying attention to her. So she lifted the cloth a bit more. And then paled, as she realized what she was looking at.
A digital clock. The date was set to today. The time to four PM. And a small text, flashing in the display: ‘Standby. Activate in 00:34:19’.
And then the nine changed to an eight.

She knew exactly what it was. Just two weeks ago, Estelle and she had sneaked in when their parents were watching a movie. A move for more grown ups, mom and dad had told them. They should not watch. That, of course, all but guaranteed that they would try. And thanks to a bit more wine than usual, they had gone unnoticed this time. And so they had seen all of “James Boned 006.9, Secret Service on Her Majesty”.
She had not understood all the kissing and petting, nor the things that made mom and dad laugh. But she had seen exactly this device. It had to be activated. Not now, but at the exact right time. When the clock reached zero. And then something would happen. Something … Well, Bernadette had no idea why, but she knew it was bad. James Boned had barely managed to prevent it. But James Boned was not here. Only Estelle and she were here.

Bernadette realized she had to do something. But what? So she did what all little sisters do in such situations: she relied on her big sister to find a solution. She decided that Estelle would know what to do. So she had to tell Estelle about this … thing. This dangerous thing. Or show it. But without the men noticing. Because, as she recalled from the movie, men operating such devices tend to become rather violent when someone tries to block their nefarious plans.

A snap decision. She recalled how mesmerized the men had been before Estelle started to undress them. When she had sat cross-legged. Their eyes transfixed on that spot between her legs, where she peed from, and where she lately sometimes had felt a very tingly feeling. And that, according to today’s lesson, apparently was important for sex. Would it be enough to distract the men?

“Okay, that’s enough delay,” she yelled, as she lunged forward, pushed Estelle out of the way, and sat down in front of her, almost on the laps of those strange and apparently dangerous men. She made sure to spread her legs as far as she could, and pointed her finger to her cunny.
“You’ve seen my vajayjay. Now I get to see your penises. Off with those pants!”
And as she said that, she started to pull on Hank’s pants, while her other hand clumsily landed on top of Jake’s crotch.

It worked! The men were indeed instantly fully transfixed on her again. And out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the other part of her plan had worked as well. She had pushed Estelle in the direction of the device, that she had deliberately left uncovered. She saw how Estelle opened her mouth to protest, then froze, as she, too, recognized what she was looking at. She sat silent for a half second, then winked at Bernadette while pulling the cloth back in place. Hopefully the men had no idea that the girls had seen the device.

Bernadette quickly returned her attention to Hank, who had now lifted his butt. She pulled again, and this time his pants came off. She gasped as she saw his pole of flesh spring free. It was indeed not at all like a banana. More like the sausages her mother always cooked on Wednesdays. But those sausages lay still, they did not flop around and twitch!

Estelle now made a beeline for Jake. Just as he reached for his pants himself, she beat him to it, and fumbled his pants down. His briefs were rather tight, so his hard rod was pulled down a bit, and then bounced back, producing a convincing slapping sound as it hit his abdomen, and then fell back again, twitching just as hard as Hank’s. Jake’s dick was a bit longer than Hank’s, whereas Hank was blessed with a bit more girth.

“Well, what do you say, young ladies?”
“They are … weird!” Bernadette giggled.
“Yeah, and kinda cute. Not at all like bananas. And not like each other either.”
The girls scrutinized each of the two fleshy attachments with utmost attention, storing every detail in their brains. Despite the situation, they also felt weirdly excited by seeing these two penises, bared especially for them, and they were not about to lose their chance to get a very good view!

For a few minutes, the men forgot everything around them. The sight of those two young girls, completely mesmerized by their dicks, was equally exciting to them. They knew very well that their dicks were adequate at best. Not special at all. Having their tools admired, as if they were the best cocks their partner had ever seen, was new to them. And it turned them on, causing their dicks to twitch and spasm even more, which in turn elicited excited giggles from the underage girls.

But then the men recalled that they had agreed to a transaction that would give them even more to remember.
“Your turn, Estelle,” Hank said, as he laid a hand on his crotch to hide the goods from view, “you can see it again when you’re naked too.”
“Yeah! Clothes off!” Jake agreed.
Following Hank’s example, he, too, put a hand in his crotch. But unlike his partner, he used it to grab his length and started to slowly stroke it up and down, as he eagerly eyed up the second girl.

“Don’t, you idiot,” Hank hissed, as Bernadette’s eyes grew wide when she saw for the first time in her young life how skin was drawn away to expose a purple head.
But Estelle just giggled.
“Let him. We don’t mind. Right, Bernie?”
“Ehm …,” Bernadette started, unsure what her big sister meant.
“Trust me, she doesn’t. Now, get in front of me and help me undress. No peeking, gentlemen. You get to see me at the count of three.”

The men actually covered their eyes with their other hand, as Bernadette stepped in front of her big sister. Estelle pretended to need to help at all losing her shirt, but used the brief moment to mouth a silent message to her little sister.
“We must keep them busy. Follow my lead. It might be scary. But I know you can do this.”
She dropped her skirt and panties, as Bernadette nodded her understanding. A lump formed in her throat at hearing the word scary, but she swallowed it down. If her big sister believed she could do this, then she would, she told herself.
“One,” Estelle then said, as she winked a reassuring smile at her little sister.
“Two. And three.”

Bernadette stepped aside as the men removed the hands from their eyes. Estelle did a step forward and stood, hands in her sides, legs slightly parted, chest pushed out just a tiny bit. She stood quietly, allowing the two men to inspect her as long as they wanted.
Two pairs of eyes bulged slightly at the sight of the two small bumps on her chest. They were still fairly new, and Estelle switched twice daily between loving and hating them. But upon seeing the response of those two adult men, she instantly loved them again, and pushed her proud asset out a bit more.
But after a while, the men let their gaze wander down. Past her flat belly, on towards her fully hairless crotch, and the little slit that was visible between her legs.

Both girls giggled as they noticed how the cocks jumped and twitched before their eyes.
“See? Very different from bananas!” Estelle commented.
“They move all the time!” Bernadette added.
“Yes. And they are different from each other too.”
“I am glad that we asked these men to show us, and that they did.”
“But, Bernie, you know what?”
“What?”
“I now know that our practice with putting a condom on a banana was quite useless. We should practice with real ones instead. And we can do that now, if Hank and Jake don’t mind.”
“Huh? But we have no condoms here. Right?”
“No. But we can still practice. Here, I’ll show you. May I, Jake?”

The two men had been lost in their own world, just admiring the two gorgeous naked girls in front of them. And when they had mentioned using their cocks to practice, they had become even more mesmerized. But when Estelle scooted over towards Jake, Hank snapped back into reality.
“Jake, I think we should not …”
But Jake did not listen. He saw Estelle approach him, her hand reaching for his hardness, and his only response was to scoot forward and remove his own hand, to give Estelle easy access.

Estelle grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it up.
“Look, Bernie. Here is how we can practice.”
With her other hand, she made a motion as if she laid something on the top of Jake’s dick. Then she made a small circle of her fingers and moved down along his length, as if she was pushing a rubber down his shaft. Jake groaned loudly, and Bernadette made a surprised sound as she saw how Jake’s foreskin was peeled back to expose his large purple mushroom.
“Don’t worry, Bernie. That is supposed to happen. That makes things feel good for Jake. Do you see how I move my hand just like earlier on the banana?”
Bernadette nodded.
“Now I’ll push Jake’s skin back up, and then repeat the motion again, so that I can get a lot of practice,” Estelle continued, as she moved her closed fist up and back down along Jake’s throbbing shaft.
“Ohhh, yes. So good!” Jake groaned, as he leaked a bit of precum.

“Come on Bernie! You need to practice too. Hank, can she?”
Hank’s face showed his inner conflict. Bernadette hesitated too, but upon seeing her big sister wink and smile, she realized that this was part of the plan that she had to follow. So she extended her hand and grabbed Hank’s hard member, at which point the last of Hank’s resistance melted.
“Ohhh, yes, Bernie. Yes, your hand feels so good.”
“Bernadette! Only Estelle gets to call me Bernie!”
“Sorry, Bernadette! Please continue? Yes, yes, great. Aaaahhhh”
His groaning got louder as her other hand touched the tip of his cock, and then pulled his foreskin down, then back up and down again.
“Ohhh, yes. So good. Grip it a little bit tighter, please? That feel better … Sorry, I meant to say, that puts the condom nice and tight around my penis.”

Bernadette tried to close her little fist around Hank’s fat dick. She could not reach all the way around, her hand was too little. But Hank was in heaven, especially when Bernadette, following her sister’s lead, increased the speed of her hand movement. Precum flowed over the tip of his dick, and Bernadette smeared it all over her little hand, and from there on his throbbing shaft. She looked up, surprised, when Hank let out a loud groan. But Estelle smiled and winked, so she knew it was okay to continue.

“Okay, enough for now,” Estelle announced, far too soon in the opinion of Hank and Jake. But her next words made them forget the disappointment.
“We need to switch, so we can get used to the different shapes and sizes. Right, Hank and Jake? You don’t mind, right?”
“Hell, no!” Jake just grunted, as he grabbed Bernadette under her armpits and pulled her closer to him.
“No, … I mean, it is okay, because you do need to practice,” Hank added.

Bernadette carefully repeated the same motion where she first acted as if she laid a still rolled up condom on top of Jake’s dick. Estelle didn’t bother to pretend anymore, she just closed two hands around Hank’s cock to jack him off.
“Estelle?”
“Yes, Bernie?”
“Are you sure that’s a good way to put on a condom?”
Estelle giggled.
“No, this is not for putting on a condom. This is for making a guy feel good. You can do this before you put on the condom. To make sure his penis is hard.”
“But Hank’s penis is already hard?”
“Yeah, I know. But I wanted to try. And it’s fun!”

Time to learn

As Estelle saw that Bernadette now also switched to giving Hank a clumsy but well intended hand job, she realized exactly how much fun this was. Seeing those two hard dicks, seeing the men almost drooling over her cunny and boobs, holding and jacking a dick and seeing how horny this made the men, had an effect on her. An effect that she knew all too well, an effect she normally enjoyed while under the shower, and that she then always responded to by massaging her small mounds, while pointing the flow of water between her legs to let it stimulate her vagina. She wished she could do that now, but her hands were busy and she didn’t want to stop touching Jake either.

And so she made a snap decision. She interrupted her jacking, grabbed Jake’s hands, brought them to her immature chest, planted them right on top of her boobs, and then returned to his cock and resumed her hand job.
Jake knew exactly what she wanted, and it happened to be what he wanted too. And so he felt up her young flesh, gently stroked her sensitive nipples that already stood proudly upright, then applied more pressure as he massaged the youngest, firmest, and best looking tits he had ever held.

Bernadette saw what her sister did. She did not understand it, but Estelle had told her to follow her lead. And so she, too, interrupted her hard work on Hank’s hard flesh. She grabbed his hands, but he pulled back.
“I really don’t think …”
And then he saw how Estelle spread her legs, and allowed Jake to move one hand down, on her already wet child cunny. His last resistance melted. With an eager growl, his left hand moved towards Bernadette’s flat chest. She squealed in surprise when his right hand targeted her crotch, but then she noticed Estelle, who allowed Hank to do the same and even seemed to enjoy it. And so she, too, spread her legs wide, to allow Jake unlimited access to her untouched treasure.

It felt a bit weird at first. And slightly painful, but not so much that it really hurt. And then she felt how she became a bit moist and slippery, and it started to feel better. It was like that tingly feeling she sometimes had felt lately, but stronger, much stronger, and just … just good!
Bernadette felt a shiver run through her body as a stubby finger was pushed between her labia, to find her clit. And then another shiver as Hank leaned in and kissed and licked first her left nipple, and then her left.
“Don’t stop moving your hands, darling,” he whispered hoarsely, as he brushed her flat tummy and chest with the back of his left hand, while his right index finger expertly worked her inexperienced little love button, “make me feel as good as I make you feel!”

Bernadette’s head almost exploded with the strong, unfamiliar, but most of all very good feelings that Hank’s hands were giving her. Was it true, what he said? That simply moving her hands up and down his penis made him feel just as good? Then she of course would not stop, she would keep doing it, and hoped that he would not stop either. She even increased her pace, diving her attention between the movements of her hands and the unfamiliar feelings coming from her cunny and nipples.
She did not even notice how Estelle squealed for joy, shuddered, and then almost collapsed in Jake’s arms. But she did notice when, all of a sudden, Hank’s penis twitched even more, seemed to grow a bit, and then she heard a loud groan and felt something wet and warm and stick on her hands. She looked down and saw some white fluid shoot out of his penis, and drop back, landing on her hand. Startled, she withdrew her hand, and saw two more spurts erupt from the purple head, and then it stopped.

“What was that?”
“You made him cum, Bernie. Well done!”
“I … I did what? Made him come? He was already here!”
Both men chuckled, but a stern look from Estelle made them stop.
“I’ll explain that later. But first look. I think Jake is now also almost there.”

Bernadette decided not to ask where, she did not want to be laughed at again. And so she just looked in awe as Estelle sped up her hand movements, and then Jake’s body tensed, as a large stream of that same white liquid shot from his penis, then fell back. Most on the floor of the van, some on his body, and some on Estelle’s hands. And then another spurt followed, and yet another one, as Jake groaned and panted and mumbled unintelligible words. Estelle continued to jack him off, until she had milked the last drops of his sperm.

Jake was still recovering, but Hank already grabbed for his pants.
“Okay, girls. I hope you learned. And I must say that I did quite enjoy it. But now you really …”
“Wait!” Estelle interrupted.
“What?”
“I think we need more practice.”
“Really? You moved that ‘condom’ on and off my dick at least a hundred times. I’m sure you know by now …”
“Yeah, but that’s not what I meant.”
“Oh?”
“I know we didn’t ask it at first. And it’s perhaps weird. But we are all already naked. We already made you cum. And you me. So, I thought … perhaps we can practice some other things too? Perhaps you can teach us things, so we are ready when we get a boyfriend?”
“Things? Like, what things?” Hank asked cautiously.
“Oh, I don’t know. Things like … blowjobs perhaps? Or even … you know, … doing it?”

Both men gasped for air upon hearing those words. But Bernadette was even more surprised.
“What? But Estelle, we …”
“Shut up, Bernie! Remember, this is very important. We have to do this.”
She winked with those words, until a look of understanding appeared on her young sister’s face. Then she added, turning her face back to the men:
“We have to do this, because it is important to learn these things. And this might be our only chance to really properly learn it. So please, Hank? And Jake? Will you …”

Estelle did not get to finish her sentence. Jake, who just moments before had still been lying exhausted and happy on the van floor, had somehow found a way to move his body in one swift motion into a sitting position, right before Estelle.
“Yes! Yes, I will. What do you want to try first?”

Estelle looked at Jake’s dick. It was a lot smaller now, and soft. And still covered in the sticky cum that Bernadette had jacked out of Jake, just minutes before.
“I … I guess I … you … we …”
And then she noticed Bernadette’s face. Her little sister was looking at her, intently. Her face showed anxiety, but also determination. She looked at her, and she knew that her little sister had chosen to follow her lead, to do whatever was needed to save the world. Bernadette would do everything that Estelle would do. But if Estelle failed, then so would Bernadette. Estelle knew she had to be courageous, to help Bernadette.
“Okay. We can start with a blowjob, I guess.”

Still gathering her courage, Estelle now addressed Bernadette.
“Look, Bernie. As you see, their cocks … I mean penises are now soft. If you want to do sex, they need to be hard, as they were before. One way to do that is to …,” she swallowed, “to suck them. Here, I will show you. Then you can try on Hank.”
And then she took a deep breath, closed her hand around Jake’s sticky dick, and lowered her upper body, until her mouth was very close to it.

Bernadette watched in awe as she saw her sister stick out her tongue and lightly put the tip of it on Jake’s penis. She hesitated, seemed to analyze the taste. But then she stuck out her tongue and licked the purple head of it. Again and again. And Jake started to moan again, he clearly liked it.
“Oh yes. Yes, girl. Suck it. So good!”
Just as Bernadette thought she knew what to do, she saw Estelle change her actions. One short hesitation. But then she opened her mouth, and closed her lips around the mushroom-shaped head. She held still like that, and then even started to move up and down a bit. Jake’s increased moaning and mumbled compliments made it very clear that he liked what Estelle was doing.

She turned her attention to Hank. She noticed that his penis moved a bit, and seemed a bit larger again than just before. But she did not waste time thinking about that. She’d ask Estelle later. Right now, she had a task to do. So she mentally told herself that, if Estelle could do it, then so could she. Even when it probably would taste like pee. She had to be strong!
And so she leaned in and extended her tongue. Like Estelle, she first only lightly touched the surface of Hanks pleasure tool. Prepared for the taste of piss, she was quite surprised. And so she took a larger lick. It was a strange taste. A bit salty, but also a bit bitter. And with a strange texture, a bit slimy. Not as good as most candy, but at least better than the taste of pee she had expected!

“Can you also put it in your mouth, just like Estelle?” Hank groaned above her.
Oh yes. Of course. She had almost forgotten. Well, the taste was not her favorite, but it was not as bad as she had expected. So she could do that. Or at least, that’s what she thought. She opened her mouth, but could not get more than just the tip of Hank in. His dick was simply too thick for her small mouth.
“Come on, Bernie … Bernadette I mean. Open wide. I know you can take it!”
Bernadette tried to force her jaws open, to swallow more of Hank. And then she felt a hand on her head. She felt him push down. Not with so much force that she felt forced. She could have stopped him. He merely applied enough force to help her. And indeed, with that help her lips finally slid over the thickest part of his dick, and then he slid in much further. Until she felt it hit the back of her throat. She gagged a bit, and Hank instantly moved his hand away, allowing her to move up to where her throat was free again.

For a short while, Bernadette held still, trying to get used to how far her lips were stretched, and how her mouth was filled with this fleshy member, and the unusual taste. But then she felt how he lightly rested his hand on her head again, a reminder of what she had seen Estelle do. And so she did the same. She moved her head up a bit, careful not to let that extra think part come between her already stretched out lips again, then moved it back down. And then again. And as she did that, she felt the flesh in her mouth expand even more, felt it get harder.
She looked up, and noticed a totally unexpected look on Hank’s face. Ecstasy. That look, combined with his happy groaning noised, filled her with pride. She was able to do it! Do what Estelle did, even though she was still two years younger. Even though she was just nine, she already could give happy feelings to a man!

Bernadette actually was disappointed when Hank made her stop, by pushing her head back.
“What is it Hank? Am I doing it wrong?”
“No, sweetie. You are doing it very right. So right that you almost made me cum.”
“Cum?”
She made the connection to the previous time she heard that word.
“That is when you make the slime, right?”
“Slime?”
Estelle, who had now also been made to stop blowing Jake, helped:
“She means your sperm.”
And then, towards her little sister:
“Yes. Cum is when he feels really happy and then shoots his sperm.”
“But then why did he make me stop? Do you not want to be happy, Hank?”
“I did not want to shoot it all in your mouth, sweetie.”
“Why not? I was first afraid it would taste like pee. But it does not. It is weird slimy with a strange taste but not bad. You can put sperms in my mouth if it makes you happy.”

She leaned down again, but this time Estelle held her back.
“Listen, Bernie. Men can only cum a few times before they need rest. We still need to practice a lot of things with them.”
She winked at those words, her eyes flashing towards the sheet-covered device and back.
“If we make them cum, their dicks … penises will become soft and small again, and then we cannot practice anymore.”
Bernadette’s eyes lit up.
“Ooohhh! I understand. Then we can practice other things now. And when we have done everything, I will make Hank cum sperms in my mouth. It is fun to make someone happy!”
Estelle just nodded, figuring this was good enough for now. She would need to have a long talk with Bernadette, to explain many things. But that was for later.
“So, what things can we do that will not make them cum?”

Giving it up, for Country and King

Estelle giggled.
“Everything we are going to do can make them cum. So we need to stop in time, until we have learned everything we need to learn. And take short breaks in between. I think we can now switch places.”
“Oh yes, of course. So that we can practice doing blowyjob on different shapes. Good idea!”

The men had said nothing. They had been too busy catching their breath after being brought so close to the edge. And after that, their brains simply could not keep up with how fast things developed. So before they even had a chance to contemplate whether to protest or not, the girls had already switched places, and leaned down to lick and suck on their dicks.

Bernadette smiled when she saw that Estelle seemed to have almost as much trouble with Hank’s girth. But then she felt a hand on her head. It just rested there, Jake did not push. He did not need to. This gentle gesture was enough to remind Bernadette that she, too, was supposed to continue with her practice.

For the next few minutes, the only thing that could be heard in the van were the sloppy slurping sounds of two underage girls, practicing their oral skills, combined with groans and grunts of their practice models, who seemed to be more than content with their progress.

Now that her lips were slightly less stretched, Bernadette started to really get into it. Her head bobbing up and down, her eyes directed upwards at Jake’s delighted face, she kept eagerly bobbing her head up and down, instinctively adding some tongue motion, which was promptly rewarded by a happy moan from her practice model.
She noticed how that tingly feeling between her legs returned, and she moved her free hand down to play with that little place that could make her feel so special. Looking aside, she saw that Estelle was doing the same. And soon, even more moaning and panting was to be heard.

Soon, way too soon for Bernadette, Estelle pulled up and then also tapped her shoulder.
“Stop now Bernie. We need to pause, or else they will cum.”
Bernadette did come up, but pouted:
“What if I want to make them cum? If you don’t want it, I can make both cum!”
“Remember, Bernie. We still need to do more practice.”
A subtle nod to the device reinforced the importance of their continued sexual education. And so Bernadette accepted her fate.

Jake, who had been very close to the edge, was still gasping for air. But Hank did have enough breath to ask his question.
“I don’t know girls. What more could we teach you? Plus, we already wasted a lot …”
Estelle immediately interrupted him. The last thing she wanted to happen was for Hank or Jake to be aware of the time. She had lost track of time herself too, but by her estimate, it had been perhaps twenty minutes since she saw the countdown clock. It couldn’t be at zero yet. She had to keep the men distracted for at least fifteen more minutes, or better twenty, just to be safe. She had to use the ultimate method.

In her mind, she asked Bernadette for forgiveness, as she laid back on her elbows, spread her legs as wide as she could, winked at Hank, and said:
“I want you in there. I want to learn how to fuck. I know it will hurt a bit, the first time. So I want that first time now, so that it never hurts when I do actual sex when I have a boyfriend.”
“You … What? … You really want us to fuck you?”
“Yes. Or rather, you. You are too thick for Bernie. Jake should fuck her.”

She looked aside and saw a short scared look on her sister’s face, that then quickly made place for determination.
“Yes, Jake. You should fuck me.” And then, a lot less convinced: “Are you sure it hurts only a little, Estelle?”
“I will try to make it hurt as little as possible, you gorgeous little girl,” Jake whispered, “and I will only do it if you are sure. Are you sure?”
Bernadette nodded, and then laid down on her back, spread her little legs, and pulled Jake close.

“Wait!” Hank hissed.
Estelle and Bernadette held their breath. Was he aware what they were doing? Would their plan fail at the last moment?
“Wait, you fool. You need to lick her first. Make her nice and wet, and very horny. That makes it easier.”
“Oh? Oh, yeah. Good. Lick her. I wanted that anyway!”

Two men then dove head first between the legs of their underage lovers. Lips met labia, tongues teased clits, and tips of fingers were gently inserted into tight holes. Both girls had already started to play with themselves, both were already very excited from all the naughty action. It only took a few minutes of licking and sucking before Estelle exploded into orgasm. Bernadette also squealed in joy and wiggled her whole body, as Jake felt a surge of her freshly sweet juices on his tongue.

“Now they are ready!” Hank said.
He scooted up, his large body towering over Estelle’s small frame. She took his dick in her hands, guided him towards her entrance as he lowered his hairy body.
“Are you really sure?” he whispered, as he felt his tip touch her hot and moist labia. He was not even sure that he’d be able to stop, yet felt he had to ask.
Estelle just nodded, then added: “Yes, but go slow. Gentle.”
And then she felt how his fat rod pried her lips open, how her hole was forced to stretch wider than her fingers ever had. It was … painful, but not in a bad way. A nice pain. And then the pain grew a bit more.
“Wait. Give me a few seconds.”
Jake held still, although all of him wanted to push deeper inside.
“Okay. More now.”

Hank was surprised when he realized that he could push further without ever encountering more resistance than just her tightness.
“No hymen?”
“Hairbrush! Keep going. It’s starting to feel good now.”
“Really?” Bernadette asked, “does it really feel good, Estelle?”
Estelle nodded, then pulled Hank’s body closer on top of her. A huge smile appeared on her face, as she whispered, “I think this is as deep as it goes. Hold still a minute, before you start to move, okay?”

That happy smile was enough to wipe away the last of Bernadette’s doubts.
“Come on, Jake. I want it too. Do it just like Hank did with Estelle. I want to feel good too!”
Jake had been waiting for this request. In fact, he had been fighting the urge to just climb on top of her and do it. But seeing the slight anxiety in her face had held him back every time. Now she asked. Now he would give her what she asked for!

Slowly and gently, just as Hank had done, he worked the tip of his dick inside the incredible tightness of the little nine-year-old virgin underneath his large body. But unlike Jake, he did meet an extra resistance once the first bit was in.
“I am sorry darling. I need to push through your hymen. I’ll need to use a bit more force for this. It might hurt.”
“Wait!” Estelle said to the left of him. Jake halted, and so did Hank even though it was not directed at him.

And then Estelle scooted a bit closer, and grabbed one of Bernadette’s hand.
“Just squeeze my hand, Bernie. Okay?”
Hank whispered something in Estelle’s ear, and she smiled and nodded.
“Good idea!”
Bernadette looked in surprise as Hank pulled out of Estelle, found a good spot, and then wriggled his hand between her and Jake. But she had no complaints at all when she felt his rough finger touch her little button. The small circles he made felt like pure magic.
“Now,” Hank whispered, and as his finger sped up its little circles, as Estelle squeezed her little sister’s hand extra hard, and as Bernadette closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, Jake pulled back a tiny bit, then drove back in with more force. He felt a resistance, felt it give way, and then the resistance was gone and he was deeper in Bernadette than he had thought possible. He instantly held still again.

“Are you okay, Bernie?” he whispered.
“It’s … Bernadette. It hurts a bit. But not much. Thanks for helping, Estelle. And Hank. But now you need to practice together. That is important. And I will practice with Jake. Okay?”

Hank wasted no time mounting his little lover again, and as the squishy and slapping sounds of their mating filled the van, Bernadette smiled.
“The pain is less now. I think I am getting used to it. Can you try moving now, Jake? Slowly?”
He did. And then, slowly, Bernadette began to understand why Estelle had been smiling so broadly. And why sh was so happily panting and moaning now. She, too began to enjoy it.

The combined panting and groaning of four happy people was enough to drown out the soft “ping” sound from underneath the cloth. Estelle did notice a reddish blinking glow, though. As if an error message was flashing on the display.
She knew they had won. She knew they could stop now. But then she felt Hank’s fat rod move back in her. She looked aside and saw the happy smile on Bernie’s sweaty face. And so she laid back, pulled Hank even closer, and kissed him.
“Yes, like that, Hank. Keep going. Don’t cum yet, I need lots of practice.”

Late, but not too late

With screeching tires, James Boned drove his car past the base. As he rounded a corner, he saw a van. He instantly slammed the brakes, then reversed until he was near the van. He quickly checked his watch.
“Ten minutes past two. Damn! Too late to stop activation. And there is no known way to stop the process, once the device is activated. Will this finally be the day where I fail to save the world?”
He ran up to the van. Why was it still parked? Why had the thugs not unloaded the device and left, after activating it? And … why was there nobody behind the steering wheel.

And then he heard a very familiar sound. Groaning and moaning. From what sounded like several men, but also at least two girls. Sounds that he normally was responsible for himself.
He softly approached the van, and looked through the small window in the rear door. What he saw confirmed his suspicion. Two large man, naked, lying with their back towards him, their backs and hips moving up and down in a steady pace. What was underneath them was barely visible due to the size difference. But he saw glimpses of legs, arms, and sometimes faces. These were very clearly two girls, and they looked very happy.
One of the two girls noticed him, as he looked through the window. A short moment of surprise, and then a look of recognition.

He licked his finger, then used the saliva to write on the glass, in mirror image, so that the girl would be able to read:
“Need help?”
She shook her head, then slowly moved her mouth to form a single word:
“Wait!”
And then she pulled the man on top of her closer and kissed him passionately on his mouth.

Bones was relieved. He had been too late to save the world. But at least he had not been too late to save these girls. They were not in trouble. They were enjoying themselves.
With a slight pang of jealousy, he looked inside, as he unzipped and gently stroked his hardening gun, while looking at the two girls being railed.

Two minutes later, he saw how both men tensed up, He heard their groans increase, and then stop, as one of them exclaimed “god damn, that was good,” while the other just collapsed. He knew that now his time to act had come.
He yanked open the door and instantly slapped handcuffs on both men, before they even could properly pull out of their underage lovers. Another short pang of jealousy as he noticed the slight reddish streak of the sperm leaking out of the youngest girl.
“See? Too late! Damn!”
But then he recalled his duties. Hastily he pulled back the sheet. Yes. The device was there. But … To James’ delight, the display flashed an error message: “0:00:00 – failed to activate in time, shutting down”.

He turned towards the two girls who, as he now realized, had saved the world.
“Thank you, you two. You did great! I tried to come faster, but …”
The oldest just smiled.
“That’s okay. We like men that don’t come fast.”
James chuckled as he pushed down his pants.
“Hey, making bad jokes is my thing!”
“Oh, shut up and stick it in already.”
“Yeah. And why not lick me while you fuck my little sister.”

Fade to black. Roll credits.