little nikki
By Jed Venture, jedventurer@yahoo.com
One big, randy jock.  Three little girls.  What could go wrong?

She went by Nikki, short for Nicole.  She was a slim, leggy sixteen year old 
blond with mall-hair and a precocious sense for sexual power.  Pity her sister, 
Cherry, and Cherry's boyfriend Jack.

Jack the jock.  A big, beefy College Sophomore, dating nineteen-year old Cherry 
and anxious to get in her in the worst way.  Cherry was playing him like a 
master, giving him just enough to keep him hooked, but not enough to give 
anything away.  Poor Jack was in a lather most of the time.  Little wonder, 
then, that the day he came to pick up Cherry for a day-trip somewhere, and she 
kept him waiting, he fell so easily for the bait dangled by little Nikki.

Little Nikki in her bathing suit, tanning by the pool.  She came in and made 
sure Jack got a good eyeful of her in her low-neck, high-thighed bathing suit.  
She was  a hardbody, with parts high where they're supposed to be and 
firm everywhere, and a practiced walk that showed it all off.  As she passed by 
Jack where he waited impatiently in the kitchen, he reflexively reached out a 
hand to brush her bare shoulder with the back of his hand; a favorite move of 
his that drove Cherry crazy, and was his opening foray in any sexual maneuver he 
tried with her.

Nikki turned in toward the hand, pivoting smartly so that what Jack got was a 
nice tour of the contours of her pert breasts.  He froze, probably waiting for 
her look of shock and her outraged cry; then he smiled, and opened his hand, 
cupping her breast.  She stood there, smiling up at him with her tongue half out 
of her mouth.  She moved in closer to him, taking his hand in hers and 
transferring it down to her ass.  He shuddered as she pressed herself against 
him, rubbing her firm thigh in his crotch.  There was no mistaking his reaction 
to her, and she smiled more broadly, wrapping her long, firm leg around his.  

Jack couldn't speak, trapped between nearly uncontrollable and instantaneous 
lust and the knowledge that this was a high-school kid, and his 
girlfriend's little sister to boot. 

Cherry came out of her bedroom and Nikki released Jack, smiling at him over her 
shoulder as she left the kitchen with a hip-shot, swaying walk.  Jack watched 
her go, aroused and devastated.

Jack was a wreck the next time he was in Cherry's house.  When Nikki made her 
inevitable appearance he was half-disappointed, half-relieved to find her fully 
dressed.  Fully dressed as in, a tight tee-shirt and cut-off denim shorts.  No 
bra.  Jack couldn't take his eyes off her high, pert breasts and taut legs, and 
she made sure once again that he got all he wanted to see.  Cherry was still 
clueless, leaving him alone with Nikki as she did.

As soon as Cherry had left the room, Nikki came up to Jack, giving him the once-
over.  Jack couldn't stand it; he grabbed her by the belt-loops in her shorts, 
backed her up against the wall and pressed himself against her, full length.  
"This what you want," he demanded angrily.  "You know what you're getting in 
for?"

Nikki was surprised by his sudden violence, and a little frightened, but a lot 
excited by it.  She squirmed against him, and mewled afraid-like, because that 
seemed to be what he wanted.  Then she squirmed out from between him and the 
wall, gathering his shirt in her hands, and backed into her conveniently-open 
bedroom door, drawing him in after her.

Nikki at sixteen pulled big bad Jack to her bed and stopped, letting his 
momentum take them down.  They fell together, her legs whipping up and around 
his waist, his hands on her thighs and moving up.  He had his lips on her right 
nipple through her tee-shirt, her ass cupped in his hands, when Cherry walked in 
on them.

"Come see me tonight," Nikki whispered, jerking her head toward the window, as 
Cherry began the very loud and violent process of breaking up with Jack and 
kicking him out of the house at the same time.  Then she came back and looked at 
Nikki for the longest time; just looked at her, without saying a word.  

"Did he hurt you," she finally said, with no inflection in her voice.

Nikki just looked at her, a wounded and confused expression on her face.  "No".  
She tried a few victimized snivels, which seemed to satisfy her sister.

"Who could have known," Cherry said, shaking her head, already making plans for 
breaking in the next one.  Nikki immediately got on the phone to the closest 
thing she had to friends; her posse, Janet and Carol.

Jack came in the window that night to find the room in shadow, and Nikki in a 
thong.  Her back was to the window, and she was leaning over pulling down 
bedclothes as he came in.  He crossed the room silently, bundled her up in his 
arms and dove onto the bed with her body underneath him.  The speed with which 
he took her was shocking and very instructive to Nikki; she realized he could 
have been inside her before she had time to make a sound, if he were that kind 
of predator.  Luckily for her, he wasn't.  He lay on her, letting her get used 
to the feel of him against her, his hand creeping around her hip to the tiny 
silk triangle between her thighs.

She arched her back, jutting her tight ass up into his crotch, as she turned in 
his arms.  "I have a surprise for you," she smiled to him.

Jack was highly aroused, highly aware that he was in a  sixteen-year-old's room, 
and highly jumpy at being back in Cherry's house, so he didn't take well to 
surprises.

"What surprise," he hissed.

Nikki looked pointedly to her right.  When Jack looked, Janet came out of the 
shadows, all five-foot-eight of her, all long legs and angular planes, high 
breasts and a flat stomach in a legless body-stocking.  Long, lean and limber, 
she invited flights of fantasy about how many times those legs could go around a 
fellow.  Her hair was glossy black, a wild mane framing a solemn face with 
large, dark, liquid eyes.  She looked dangerous and knowing.

"Two of you?" Jack breathed.  

"No."  Nikki looked to her left.  There was Carol, small, dark and curvy, 
vulnerable and soft.  She kept her face down, peering out at Jack through dark 
bangs.  She was wearing a light sweater, close-fitting, and panties.  This was 
the girl you wanted to protect from the world, holding her close until all she 
needed protecting from, was you.

"What's this about," he started to say, but before he could finish Nikki had 
pulled his face down to her breasts, Janet had her long legs intertwined with 
his, and Carol's long-nailed fingers were shyly finding their way to his member.  
Everywhere he turned, breasts, thighs or pussy confronted him.  Jack groaned, 
letting the three girls find their way about his body.

The girls moved in absolute silence, save for the occasional sharp intake of 
breath or a groan from Jack.  He tried hard to remember the details for later 
telling, but it became a blur.  At one time, there were three sets of legs 
wrapped around his head; another time, soft lips on his at the same time as soft 
lips on his manhood; finally, with Janet and Carole between his thighs and Nikki 
sitting on his stomach, he stretch languidly, then decided it was time to be 
inside somebody.  He grabbed for Nikki, who was closest . . .

. . . and found he could not grab her.

His eyes snapped open.  He pulled on whatever held his hands.

He looked up.  His hands were tied to the bedposts.  He looked down.  His feet 
were tied to the footposts.  He was tied, spread-eagle, on the bed.

"Don't be alarmed, lover," Nikki said, leaning over him.  "We're going to take 
real good care of you."  Even as she said this, Carol shimmied demurely out of 
her panties and poised over his painfully alert organ.  

"How old are you?" he asked, inanely, and mentally kicked himself as soon as he 
said it.  But nobody seemed to mind.  Nikki leaned over, placing her hand over 
his mouth.  Carol lowered herself until he could just feel her with the tip of 
his member, tantalizingly close.  Then Nikki slid forward, sitting on his chest 
and looking down at him between her wineglass breasts.  

"Carol and I are going down on you at exactly the same time," she said.

Jack would have replied, except that there was tape over his mouth now; tape 
that Nikki must have affixed when she put her hand over his mouth the last time.  
Without another word, Carol came down around him with excruciating slowness, and 
so did Nikki, her thong-covered pussy in his face, her musky scent mixing with 
their sweat and filling his head.  Carol gasped daintily as she slowly rose and 
slowly fell on him, and Nikki twisted her hips, bearing down on his face; he 
could feel her lips through her thong, pursing and then opening as if to receive 
him, all of him.

He gasped, has back arching, close to climax but not wanting it yet, and when he 
drew breath back in . . . he could not.

He gasped again, expelling what little air he had left, and still could not draw 
enough to fill his laboring lungs, and he realized Nikki's sex completely 
covered his nose, her softness threatening to smother him.  He looked up in 
alarm, but her eyes were closed as she moved on him rhythmically, using him to 
reach her own climax.  He tried to move his head, but her thighs were clamped 
tight, holding him effectively captive.

As did the bonds on his wrists and ankles.  In sudden wild surmise, he looked up 
at Nikki again to find her eyes were open, and she was looking down at him with 
a secret smile, a predatory smile.  "Gotcha", she mouthed, then closed her eyes 
again to concentrate on her own private pleasure.

When Jack came, he closed his eyes to concentrate on the explosion of light and 
darkness, sound and shadow that always accompanied his climaxes.  Only this 
time, his eyes remained closed; his body arched as every muscle strained to 
prolong the moment, his brain dying long before the rest of him.  Carol quickly 
dismounted, heading of matter-of-factly to shower.  Nikki stayed on top of him 
a few seconds longer as Janet moved about the room, gathering their clothes.  
Nikki smiled down at her victim, sure she had found her calling.  

Sex and death, she thought, sex and death.  A girl could stay on top for a long, 
long time if she knows how to master sex.  And death.