Jeff's harem

Part One

Jeff tilted the mirror over to the left a little, silently wishing she'd hurry up and finish her shower. He'd been waiting here in the hall since he'd heard the water go on about fifteen minutes ago.

The water went off and he slid the mirror back a little. He remembered a few months ago, when he'd been so frustrated at the thought that she was in there naked, nude, and completely invisible to him because of this damned door.

He'd lain down on the floor, the side of his head flat on the rug as he tried to peer in through the little one inch crack beneath the bathroom door. He hadn't been able to see anything but her feet of course.

Then he'd thought of the mirror. Now he could see the entire inside of the room, or any room for that matter.

The curtain slid open and there she was, wet and naked, her body glistening in the bright bathroom light. Her hair darkened and plastered to her head. She reached up for the towel hanging from the shower rod and pulled it down over her head.

She leaned forward as she dried her hair, her breasts dropping down with gravity. He sighed as he watched them. God, they were beautiful. She was beautiful. He felt his prick hardening as he watched her. His body trembled slightly in excitement.

She straightened up, her hand fumbling with the towel on her head. He suppressed a groan as her figure was so perfectly outlined and displayed. She was barely ten feet from him, and she had no idea he was even here.

There was just something so deliciously exciting about seeing her like this, when she thought she was alone and in private.

She pulled the towel from her hair, leaving a bedraggled mess behind, and ran the fluffy white thing down around her back and shoulders, then across her chest. The malleable white cones were mashed, their perfect round forms changed, distorted, giving evidence of how pliable and soft they were.

She put a foot up on the side of the tub and slid the towel up and down her leg, then did the same with the other. She rubbed the towel between her legs, drying off her groin. Finally, she stepped out of the tub, turning to throw the towel back up on the rod.

Her body stretched out and up as she tried to fling it across, she wasn't very tall, in fact, soaking wet and naked, she probably wasn't more than five feet tall. Her watched those sweet little ass cheeks as she stepped on her toes, finally getting the towel across the bar.

She turned again toward him, and his cock pulsed as he took in her entire figure at once. Fuck, he thought. Fuck, she had a fantastic body. Jeff had never seen a naked woman before really, aside from pictures and movies.

He wasn't a virgin of course, not being the quarterback of the school's football team, but the girls he'd fucked had been in darkness, half folded up and bent over in the back of his car. He'd never actually seen one naked in the light before, not like this.

Her breasts were so perfect, so big, so white and round. She had tiny little red nipples directly in the middle of each tit, and they made his mouth water. He pressed himself harder against the wall to still his trembling. He was more excited watching her like this than when he was about to fuck one of those whores at school.

She started to walk toward the door and he pulled the mirror back slightly, just in case she should look down and see it there peeking in. He watched her feet until she turned sideways. She was at the counter now, right beside the door, looking in the mirror.

He slid the mirror forward, each little movement brought more of her body into view. The mirror image slid up her legs to her thighs, and her rounded buttocks. He watched as she bent forward against the counter, and he got a perfect, straight up shot of her pussy slit.

She sat sideways on the counter, her feet coming off the floor. He eased the mirror forward again, until he could bring the mirror into view. Her back was toward him but he could see her chest and face in the mirror.

She picked up the hair dryer and a brush and began doing her hair. He panned the mirror up and down, sliding it down over her ass and then up to her image in the mirror. She must be the most gorgeous woman in the world, he sighed. His body trembled again, as if in agreement.

Her hair seemed to change color as she dried it, lightening into its usual golden blonde, spreading out around her head in a perfect little circle. Her hair was short, just reaching her shoulders in back, shorter at the sides. It framed a face that was… was… adorable, he thought, heart shaped, with big blue eyes, a tiny snub nose.

She turned her body slightly, bringing her knees up to her chest as she finished drying her hair and set down the machine. She was examining her skin right up near the mirror. Being so short, she seemed to find it easier to squat on the countertop to do it.

He was looking up from right beneath her ass, and could see the little winking asshole, and her narrow cuntslit, pulled slightly apart because of her position. His cock pulsed and throbbed, his breathing getting ragged. He could imagine his cock, hard and red, slicing between the soft folds of those pussy lips and driving deep up into her body.

She dropped back to the floor, pulling a jar of cream from the counter. She put some on her hand and began rubbing it across her face, moving her hand in slow little circles. She dipped her fingers into the jar again and pulled out some more cream, rubbing it across her breasts.

He held his breath as she rubbed across her right breast, the fingers sliding in little strokes around the nipple, and down beneath the rounded orb. Oh My God, he thought, would I ever like to do that!

Then she was finished apparently. She walked away from the counter and over to the wall where her clothes were. She pulled on a pair of bikini panties and then shrugged a short blue football jersey over her narrow shoulders.

The jersey came down to mid-thigh. It's color set off her hair beautifully. He loved that jersey: She looked so damn cute in it. Didn't she know what she did to him when she wore it?

He scrambled backward along the rug and into his room, closing the door just before she came out of the bathroom.

He locked it and collapsed back against it, shaking slightly. He heard her footsteps pass his door, then pause and come back. There was a gentle tap on the door.

"Jeff?"

Shit!

"Jeff?" She knocked again.

"Y…yeah?"

"Open the door, honey."

He took a deep breath and swung it open a foot or so, hiding his lower body and his bulging erection from her.

She looked up at him and smiled.

"What do you want for dinner?'

"Uh… ah… I don't care."

"You sure? Paige wants spaghetti again."

"That's okay."

"Okay then. Are you all right?"

"Yeah Mom, I'm fine." She nodded, then turned away. He followed her with his eyes as she went into her room and the closed the door.

He swung his door closed again and then took out his raging hard-on, holding it in his fist. He only had to squeeze once before it exploded, spraying white jism onto the wall.

He sat at the kitchen table, watching her work at the counter. She was still wearing just the football jersey, and he had a hard time concentrating on the little TV on the table as she moved around in front of him.

She turned off the stove under the spaghetti, and grabbed at the handle to lift it off. Jeff sprang up and moved over to the stove.

"I'll do that Mom." he offered.

"I can do it honey."

"No, it's okay." He grabbed up the heavy pot and walked it to the sink.

"Wait till I get the strainer." she said.

She pulled one from under the counter and held it over the pot as he poured the hot water down into the sink. Steam hissed up until the boiling water disappeared down the drain. He put the pot back on the counter and went back to the table.

You're a fucking pervert, he thought to himself. How can you want to fuck your own mother so bad? True, she was gorgeous, and adorably cute. Maybe it was because she was so small and delicate. It was hard to consider her very parental, especially when he towered over her.

It wasn't just her size. She was so guileless and docile, so easygoing and just plain friendly. Everybody liked her: His friends loved her. She wasn't much of a disciplinarian either.

He worried about her in the same way that a parent would worry about his kids. He was always afraid she'd be taken advantage of by some creep. It had happened more than once, starting with his own crummy father who'd made her pregnant at sixteen, then left.

Maybe that was part of it too. She was so young, and looked even younger. He shook his head in resignation. He should be looking out for her, not figuring how to use her body like those other men.

She'd married shortly after his Dad had gone, got pregnant, and then been widowed within a month. It was crummy that such a sweet person should have such rotten luck.

The front door banged and Paige tromped into the kitchen, throwing her bag on the floor beside the table. Jeff looked up at her in irritation.

She dropped heavily into the chair across from him and then seeing him looking at her, stuck her tongue out at him. What a brat.

"Ready for dinner?"

"Yeah, no sweat Allyson." she sighed.

"Don't call me Allyson, Paige. I've told you that before."

"Yeah, right." the brat said.

"I mean it."

Paige sighed heavily, much put upon.

Allyson put a plate of spaghetti in front of Jeff and went back for another.

"How come he gets to eat first?" Paige whined.

"We eat in order of importance. You're last." he mumbled through his food.

"Fuck you jock." she snarled.

"Watch your language Paige." Allyson said.

"You hate jocks so much, how come you're always hanging around the field?"

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Children." ALlyson sighed. She dropped a plate in front of Paige and then put a third down at her place and sat down.

"What did you do at school today honey?" she asked. Paige rolled her eyes skyward.

"Nothing." she said.

"Found out what happens when she bends over a bench in front of Mark Summers and lifts her skirt." Jeff smirked.

"Fuck you, you liar." she yelled.

"Paige don't curse like that." Allyson demanded.

"Jeff don't say things like that about your sister."

"Okay, I take it back. She only wishes she'd done that."

"Eat shit."

"Up yours."

"Will you two please stop that at the table."

She glared at both of them and they finally quieted down. She sighed and went back to her meal. It was hard to control the two of them nowadays. Luckily, they were both good kids. They'd both turned out all right, even without any fathers around.

Jeff was in his last year in high school, and with even the slightest hint of luck, would get a full scholarship to one of the big ten colleges next year. She always worried about him playing, knowing there were huge behemoths trying to jump on top of him all the time, but he loved the game and she'd been unable to talk him out of it.

He took after his father thankfully. He was well over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and dark brown hair. His face was a combination of hers and Mike's, being both strong and handsome.

Paige was a little on the sharp tongued side, but still a nice girl. Anyway, Allyson was glad of the girl's spunk and spirit. She wished she'd been like that when she was her age. She wished she was like that now.

Paige looked more like her than her Dad. She had the same delicate features, with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. She was taller though, which was another reason to give thanks.

It was a pain being short. People tended to look down on you in more ways than one. Allyson was sure she would have had more confidence if she'd been taller growing up, and not always the shrimp of the group.

"I'm staying over at Julie's tonight." Paige announced suddenly.

"Paige, it's a schoolnight. You know you're not supposed to stay out on schoolnights." Paige rolled her eyes again.

"We're going to be studying for an algebra test tomorrow okay?"

"I don't know…"

"You can call her fucking parents."

"Would you watch your language please, young lady."

"Young lady? That's a laugh." Jeff sneered.

"Why don't you go fuck yourself?"

"Jeff, please stay out of this." He shrugged.

"All right, I'll call her parents, but you better do well in the test." Paige smirked. She'd already taken the test today, what a laugh.

"I feel funny." Paige complained.

"That's okay. Wait a minute and it'll get even funnier." Dave smirked.

She shook her head a little as her vision blurred slightly, and colors shifted. Her skin seemed to tingle, and her stomach fluttered.

The were in Dave's living room. His parents had gone for the evening. She thought her was tremendously cute, and was flattered that a senior would take an interest in her.

She sipped on the cola, hoping to cool off her suddenly hot skin.

"I feel warm," she sighed.

"Me too babe." he grinned.

He pulled her closer, his arm around her back sliding around in front to cup her left breast through her t-shirt. His other hand squeezed her right breast as he nuzzled her throat and kissed and licked at her warm skin.

She was fluttering her head around like a curious bird. He wondered if the pill would react wrong with the booze she was drinking It was hard to calculate how the drug affected different people. He was pretty sure nothing would happen to her though, he'd taken them so often, he was practically immune to them now.

He pulled her shirt out of the jeans she was wearing, then lifted it up over her breasts. He squeezed both her tits in the little bra, then unclipped it and let the two sides fall apart.

"You got nice tits Paige."

"Uhh huuuuhhhhmmmm?" He held her right breast, squeezing it out and then kissed and sucked on her nipple. He drew it into his mouth and chewed lightly as his free hand unsnapped her jeans.

He pulled the zipper down, then shoved his hand in, and pushed the jeans down off her hips as she giggled stupidly. He moved his face against hers, touching her lips briefly, then with more heat. He slid his tongue against her lips, then pushed inside.

She responded, her tongue twirling with his, moving into his mouth as his hand slid into her panties. She spread her legs apart as his fingers moved downward through her tangled pubic hair.

He felt her hot little slit and his heart hammered with lust. Hot little slut, he thought.

His hand grabbed at the waistband of her panties, jerked downward, pulling them over her hips. He shoved her pants and panties down her legs to her knees, then pulled away from her mouth and put both hands on the jeans, drawing them and the panties down her legs and off.

She fell backward on the couch, giggling still and shaking her head. Dave licked his lips as he beheld that pretty little pussy, all spread out for him.

He grabbed her leg, pulled her sideways on the couch, and then spread both legs far apart. Paige didn't resist or do much of anything, except sigh and blink her eyes.

He lay down next to her, pulling his own pants down. They kissed again, his hand sliding up and down her tight little body, moving roughly over her rounded titties, pinching her nipples and then twisting them a little. His mouth moved down onto her right nipple again, sucking and chewing it hard.

His hand was between her legs, rubbing and squeezing her cuntmound. He searched for her clitty, his fingers seizing the little flap of skin and rubbing it between them. Paige jerked her hips upward and grunted in surprise and pleasure.

"Like that babe?" he grinned.

"Mmmmmmmm." she sighed.

He rubbed her clitty some more, kissing her cheek, then her lips again. Paige squirmed and he rolled onto her, pulling her legs further apart as he poised his hard cock at her entrance.

"Gonna fuck you good babe." he groaned. He rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit, pressing firmly. He found her channel and jammed forward, making her grunt with pain.

His cockhead pushed into her, spreading her cuntlips apart as he applied more pressure.

"H…hurts." she mumbled.

"Don't worry baby, It'll be fine soon." he grunted. He pushed harder, forcing her cunt open. His prick slid into her, the cockhead passing her lips and moving into the entrance of her cunt tube.

"Mmrrawmmmmm." she complained, trying to throw him off.

He shoved his hips forward, pushing her fluttering hands back above her head and holding the two of them together with one hand. His cock slid deeper into her body, encountering her cherry. He grunted when he realized what it was, then grinned. He might've known she'd be a fuckin' cherry.

He pushed harder, then pulled back slightly. He threw his hips down then, jamming his prickhead against her cherry, which bowed inward, then tore suddenly. Paige whined and jerked against him.

He pushed down again, sliding down her cunt three or four more inches.

"Almost there babe," he told the whimpering girl.

He pulled back, then humped down again, his cock sliding deep into her chamber, down to the bottom of her fuck box. He groaned and lay atop her unmoving, his cock buried in her belly.

"Oh yeah," he sighed, feeling her soft cunt spasming around his cockshaft.

He kissed her again, his free hand sliding up and down across her titties. "Nice and tight babe." he sighed.

He abandoned his hold on her wrists, both his hands going under her and enveloping her legs above the knees. He picked them up and let them rest against his chest and shoulders. His ass rose slowly, then fell, then rose slowly and fell.

He started to get into a good rhythm, fucking his cock down into her tight sheath with regular, even strokes. He liked to pull his prong all the way up so his cockhead was just inside her, then slide it down full into her fuck hole again.

His chest pressed against her legs, making them rise and fall with him, pressing them into her swelling tits. Her face looked upward in confusion, eyes wide.

His hands sized her breasts, squeezing them tight as he picked up the pace. He moved quickly, feeling his balls tingle, and his cock pulse. He was going to cum, he knew. He shoved his cock balls deep, then began fucking furiously in tight fast strokes, mashing his cockhead against the bottom of her pit.

Then he came, driving himself fully into her, and letting his cum spew out, the hot sticky juice shooting out in a rapid series of spurts.