“Master Jack, I hope I’m not bothering you. I see you often, and we’ve never exchanged more than a greeting. But I’d like to get to know you better and maybe become your girlfriend.”

A little annoyed, Jack growled that he wasn’t a “Master”—just Jack. And she should look for friends among her peers; he was a grown man. Maybe a dick-driven idiot, but not a pervert, not a damn child molester.

Lina took another step closer and stared at the bulge in the towel. “Most people misjudge me because I look like a 13-year-old and barely have any breasts yet. But I’m already 17, almost 18. And I do have a tiny bit of a bust already,” she said defiantly. “And as for kids my age, they’re still as dumb as oxen. They want to get under your clothes, but then those idiots don’t know what to do!”

Jack took her hand. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I always thought you were 13 because you look like a kid. And I never paid any attention to your breasts—13-year-olds aren’t my type. I may be all sorts of things—a dick-driven idiot for sure—but I’m not a perverted child molester.” Completely without thinking, he mumbled, “Why don’t you sit down?” Lina looked around, but there was no second chair—only his bed. She didn’t want to sit that far away. So she swung one leg up and straddled Jack’s lap. With her bare butt, she could feel his hard cock clearly beneath the towel.

Jack wrapped his hands around her waist and flinched—her wet dress was ice-cold. “You’re going to catch a cold in that wet dress!”

Lina grinned as she took off her wet dress and tossed it into the corner. “I always like to show off my naked body—must be a bit of a screw-up. And you can see that I’m already starting to develop a little bit of a bust, Jack.”

Jack’s fingers glided over her bare shoulders and across her small breasts. “But those nipples! My God, that’s what you call ‘battle nipples,’ I swear. They’re rare, but awesome!”

Lina grinned. “I like it when you touch me like that, my cock-driven friend!”

Jack tried to put the brakes on again. “Tell me, why was that dress soaked with sweat?”

Lina gave him a sidelong glance. “The short version or the long one?”

He grinned cheekily. “How can you even ask!? The long version, of course—the dirtier, the better!”

Lina rolled her eyes briefly and dramatically toward the sky. “Okay, then the long version for my cock-driven idiot.”

"I must have been about 6 when I caught Mom doing it with her finger and Oskar. Oskar is her biggest and thickest dildo. At first she was taken aback, but then she lifted me onto the bed and showed me how to do it with my finger. I’ve been doing it ever since to fall asleep. Well, she yelled at me when I did it at night—I was 6. She screamed that the succubus would crawl out from under the bed in the dark and fuck me with its gruesome cock! Of course, she never yelled at me again, and I’ve kept the light on ever since. —Are you even listening to me?”

Jack nodded and held her by the hips.

Lina nodded. "Okay. So, I couldn't use Oskar to help me, so I took the chubby ballpoint pen and stuck it into the little hole in my hymen. That worked out pretty well; Mom was standing in the doorway, watching approvingly. Later, I took the handle of the hairbrush—it fit in there well, too, and filled me up much better. Mom grinned; she was probably a little proud of my ingenuity. One day, when she was at the hotel in the afternoon fucking her paying guests, I rummaged through her nightstand. She had a whole five different dildos—FIVE. Four were way too big for my little hole, but the fifth was a tiny, cute one, just as small as my playmates’ little dicks. Yeah, I took that one, and she never noticed it was missing. Ever since then, I’ve guarded it like the apple of my eye. And it’s served me well ever since—that’s why my dress was soaked through with sweat, because I’d been doing it all afternoon before I came to see you, Jack.”

Jack’s eyes sparkled. “Okay, that’s a good story—nicely kinky. I had no idea your mom had so much fire in her ass. I let her extra weight fool me—maybe I should put her on my menu

Lina grinned cheekily. “But you’ll have to pay for it, just like everyone else. She never does it for free—except for Dad, when he comes home once every few weeks.”

“This is the first time you’ve mentioned your father. What am I supposed to know about him?”

Lina’s lips tightened. “He’s the most sought-after truck driver far and wide and brings home good money. He’s always on the road for weeks at a time, and when he comes home, of course he wants to fuck Mom right away. But she doesn’t want to be flooded with all his pent-up load, so she calls me in. I jerk him off with my fist until he can’t cum anymore. Usually they send me out when they start fucking. But lately, they’ve been letting me stay and watch. I think it’s really hot how well and professionally my hot mom can fuck! It’s no wonder she has such a good reputation.”

Jack looked at her searchingly. “Was that your idea, or your mom’s?”

"How could you even ask!? I would never have dared to fist Dad—that was all Mom’s idea. She knows I do it to Jimmy with my fist, too."

Jack’s jaw dropped. “Jimmy!?”

“Oh, haven’t I mentioned him yet? Jimmy is my little brother; he’s three months younger, and we share the nursery. Mom adopted him right after I was born, when she became infertile after giving birth to me. She always wanted a boy, and now I know why. He’s been allowed to sleep in her big bed for a little while now. At first he was very clumsy—he’d just rub himself between her thick butt cheeks and cum. The poor guy did it for weeks, squeezing his little cock into the crease between her huge butt cheeks, then rubbing it hard in and out until he came. He did that all evening long until he couldn’t cum anymore. After a few weeks, Mom took pity on him and showed him everything—even the G-spot and what it’s for. Now she had her little bull right where she’d always wanted him. — And yes, he’s still deep in puberty and does it a dozen times in a row every day. When his wrist gets tired, I’m happy to take over and do it for him with my fist, of course. "

Jack kissed her on the forehead. “You sure are a jack-of-all-trades!”

“Please slow down a bit! I don’t really like it with your fist. That’s always just a last resort, and I’m not in a pinch right now—absolutely not!”

Lina played with his cock for a long time without using her fist on him. Then she leaned forward. “Jack, do you mind if I do it to myself right now!? You know, my little quirk—I like to do it in front of you and let you watch if you want! But I need it right now, really badly!”

Jack held her in his arms, letting her face rest on his hairy chest. He murmured, “I could see your hymen is torn on the side! How did that happen?”

Lina bit her lip. “Jimmy and I have always played ‘mommy and daddy,’ which means we’d fuck late into the night. Back then, his little dick would fit through the tiny hole in my hymen; I’d have an orgasm every time, and of course he was allowed to cum inside me as often as he could. But now his cock has gotten too big. And a few months ago, in the heat of the moment, he thrust inside me, and that’s when my hymen tore on the side, Jack. But we just keep fucking anyway, because his cock fits in easily now. And because we both enjoy it, because I can orgasm so easily, and because he loves to cum inside me so much and so devotedly.”

Jack nodded. “You’re probably the strangest virgin, Lina, I’ve ever come across.

"Now it’s your turn, Jack. What can you tell me about your youthful indiscretions, you cock-driven idiot?"

Jack cleared his throat. “Nothing much to report there, my curious angel. I was in a similar situation to your Jimmy—I, too, fucked between my mom’s butt cheeks and came in her crease. Mom let it happen for a few weeks, but I wasn’t done after just one cumshot and kept fucking her ass crack over and over until I was drained. Mom smiled and asked if she should show me how it’s really done. Of course I wanted her to; she explained female anatomy to me, the G-spot, and also showed me how girls masturbate. I watched her with enthusiasm, and then she guided my cock into her pussy. It was a solemn feeling, like attending a high mass. My mom hadn’t had sex in a long time; she’d been content with masturbating every night. She wasn’t a particular beauty, just a perfectly ordinary 36-year-old. But now she let me fuck her as often and for as long as I wanted, just to make me happy. Every time I was done, she’d masturbate very passionately, without feeling embarrassed in front of me. She was, quite literally, my first great love.

Jack cleared his throat. “But now for something completely different. Am I mistaken, or did I see you at the university two weeks ago?”

Lina brushed a strand of hair from her face. “That could be, Jack. I enrolled at the university; I want to become a rocket engineer. Mom makes her money by fucking because Dad turned her into a whore from a young age and taught her how to fuck for years. She hasn’t learned anything else, and people say she’s pretty good at it. But that’s not for me—deep down, I’m not as much of a whore as Mom. That’s why I’m going to college.”

“And Jimmy?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Right now he’s sitting at the computer, using AI to create beautiful naked girls with big silicone breasts and selling the pictures online. He’s saving up for an RX-6000, a big, expensive computer. When he talks about the RX-6000, his eyes light up as if it were amazing to fuck.”

Lina sighed, her lips almost touching his ear. “Jack, tell me, can I fuck you? I can feel very clearly that right now, this is exactly what I need—to finally fuck a real man. Not my little brother, not that little dildo. I want to fuck you, Jack, right now!”

Lina whispered, “Jack, are you actually still married to the prima ballerina?”

Jack nodded. “Yes, Lina, I’m married to Ludmilla. She lives and breathes dance and ballet. She visits me once or twice a month, and we fuck like rabbits until the early morning. That’s because I absolutely want it that way—she herself could do without fucking entirely; she’s completely satisfied with her masturbation. She does it obsessively, but that’s none of my business. I just want to fuck her, period. Otherwise, we each live our own lives, exactly as we please. She’s working hard to be a prima ballerina at the opera into her old age, just like Margot Fonteyn.”

Lina whispered, “I’m just asking to find out if you’re going to get a divorce.”

Jack shook his head firmly. “No, Lina, and again, no. We don’t live together because her training drives me completely crazy. It’s fine the way it is. We fuck the hell out of each other once or twice a month—that’s enough for me. And when I watch her masturbating furiously, she contorts her beautiful, smooth face into a grimace, like a wanking baboon. I don’t need to see that every day—by no means. We don’t tie each other up; each of us fucks whenever we want. She doesn’t fuck anyone but me, but that’s her choice. Besides, most of her dance partners are gay. She masturbates like a maniac, alone or with another girl—that’s more than enough for her. And I’m not going to get a divorce—why on earth would I? "

Lina is a little disappointed. She’d never have him all to herself. Suddenly, she has an idea. “What do you say, Jack, would you like to fuck my fat mom, for free? I can talk her into it if you’re into her.”