Dolph Hellebuck's Anatomy Lessons

Saffy and Sookie, the enigmatic Schmutz twins, lived behind the iron gates of 70 Profondo Drive. It was an old Victorian mansion with ivy creeping up its walls. Its towering windows were always cloaked in heavy, velvet curtains, keeping all secrets well hidden. The twins' parents had vanished from their lives over a decade ago, leaving them in the care of their grandmother, Nanny Schmutz.

Despite Nanny enforcing strict rules that confined the sisters to their home, the Schmutz twins had blossomed into striking young women. Sookie, with her long, dark locks tumbling over her buxom figure, possessed a beauty that turned heads. Her plump lips and gargantuan breasts were the envy of every girl who managed to catch a glimpse of her. Saffy, on the other hand, with her innocent brown eyes and busty frame, carried an air of childlike naivety. The twins had recently celebrated their eighteenth birthday, but Sookie's delicate features and youthful demeanor made her appear much younger. She clung to her teddy bear, Mr. Snugglesby, as if he were her sole confidant in the world.

Inside, the sisters led a life dictated by the strange rituals of Nanny Schmutz: breakfast at dawn, lessons in the study by midday, and "evening reflections" as she called them, just as the sun set. Despite their beauty and the curiosity they sparked in those few who glimpsed them from beyond the iron gates, no one dared approach the house too closely, for Nanny Schmutz was known for her sharp tongue and cold, piercing eyes that seemed to see straight into your soul.

All that began to change when Nanny Schmutz hired Dolph Hellebuck to take care of various chores around No. 70. He was big, muscular in a way that suggested he could lift a tree out of the ground if Nanny Schmutz demanded it, though his belly had gotten soft and round over the years. Dolph had set to work quickly, fixing leaky faucets, and tending to neglected gardens with ease. But no matter how proficient he proved himself to be, Nanny Schmutz remained skeptical, with her disdain clear in every disparaging remark. Her cruelty had escalated slowly at first; forcing him to haul her firewood in the rain, making him dig holes for no reason, only to have him fill them back in. She would stand over him as he worked. Her criticisms were a steady stream of venom. "You call that fixing the fence?" she would sneer. "My own grandmother could do better, and she's been dead for sixty years!"

Or, "Do you even know what you're doing, or are you just making it up as you go along?"

And, "I swear, you're more trouble than you're worth. I should have hired a trained monkey instead!" Lately, she'd grown meaner, her demands more absurd and her treatment of Dolph downright cruel. She took pleasure in watching him struggle with her impossible tasks, always setting him up for failure, then berating him for it. Like the time she'd had him scrub the floors of the main hall with a toothbrush; an old one she'd dug up from who knows where. It was useless, of course. The bristles were worn down, the handle bent, but she'd insisted. And when he hadn't made enough progress by dusk, she'd stood over him, poking him with her cane, mocking his size, his slowness. "Not so big and strong now, are you?" she'd cackled. Her thin voice crackled like dry leaves. "Look at you, down on your hands and knees like a worm."

Dolph had just smiled. "I reckon worms get a lotta work done, too," he'd said in that same slow tone. "Dirt don't move itself, ma'am."

She was unimpressed by his odd, slow speech. The man was too calm, too at ease with her cruelty. She would need to push harder. Despite her constant criticism, Dolph's work spoke for itself. The house began to transform under his skilled hands, with each room taking on a new life with fresh paint and repaired fixtures.

Dolph Hellebuck had quickly become a topic of interest for Nanny Schmutz's granddaughters. Saffy would blush furiously when Dolph's fingers grazed hers as he handed her a gardening tool. Sookie's breath would flutter whenever Dolph's deep voice rumbled close to her ear. Within no time at all, Dolph had contrived ways to get closer to the sisters, sharing intimate moments with both of them. During his first week at 70 Profondo Drive, Dolph had managed to share a shower with Sookie, giving her a sensual massage in the process. During his second week, Dolph had managed to share a bath with Saffy, which had resulted in her sucking his big beautiful cock. Despite this, neither Schmutz sister was prepared to go any further with him, as they were unwilling to go against Nanny Schmutz's intentions.

One evening, Saffy Schmutz sat on the edge of her bed, nervously smoothing down the fabric of her dress. Saffy's heart pounded in her chest. Emotions swirled inside her. She couldn't understand what it was about Dolph that drew her in so intensely. His calm demeanor? The way he seemed to pay no mind to Nanny's vicious remarks? The strange warmth in his deep, blue stare? Her wide and innocent eyes glanced towards the window as she awaited their secret rendezvous.

Dolph Hellebuck's big, muscular arms flexed as he gripped the drainpipe, and his thick, calloused hands navigated the ascent with ease. His huge round belly did little to impede his agile climb. Dolph's powerful arms reached out, grabbing the windowsill with a firm grip. He wore a pair of worn dungarees and heavy boots. The rain had lashed against his skin the entire way, soaking him to the bone, but he barely noticed. Saffy's cheeks flushed a rosy pink as she stood up from the bed. "Mr. Hellebuck! You're here!" she squeaked, full of excitement. Saffy's wide, toothy grin was incredibly naive and endearing.

Dolph heaved himself inside with a grunt, landing with a soft thud on the carpeted floor of the bedroom. "Sure as shootin', Miss Saffy, sure as shootin'," he replied. He looked around with a mischievous grin. His eyes gleamed with the thrill of his secret adventure. Dolph had sprinted through the downpour, climbed the slick walls like an animal, and now stood dripping onto the wooden floorboards, breath heaving. Behind him, the night sky stretched vast and glittering, a sea of stars winking through the storm clouds. His face, with its extra helpings of everything, told a story of a life full of adventure and hard work. Despite his weathered appearance, his hair was voluminous and untamed. Its golden color still shone through.

"Oh, you're so brave. Climbing up the drainpipe like that," Saffy swooned. Her nervousness was replaced by a playful smile. He stood there for a moment, chest rising and falling, his presence looming, electric with something unspoken. Saffy drew close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. "I'm real happy you came. I was thinking you wouldn't make it".

Dolph kicked off his shoes with a dramatic flourish, sending them skittering across the floor. The dungarees followed, thudding onto the floor with a heavy thump. His upper body, muscular and defined, seemed almost to ripple with anticipation. "Oh, I don't think you'll be getting rid of me anytime soon, Miss Saffy," Dolph said with a wink, reaching out and pulling her gently towards him. "I'm always up for some escapades. Don't you worry."

Saffy nestled against him, her head resting on his broad chest, feeling safe and secure in his embrace. He smelled of rain and earth, of something raw and untamed. Thick droplets clung to his broad, muscular shoulders, trailing down his enormous arms and over the round swell of his belly. The thrill of it, the excitement of their secret rendezvous, was something she couldn't resist.

"But we gotta be careful, Miss Saffy," he said. "Nanny Schmutz ain't gonna take kindly to this if she finds out." Thunder rumbled in the distance.

Saffy nodded. "I know, Mr. Hellebuck," she said. Saffy's beauty lay in the softness of her features, giving her a delicate, almost doll-like appearance. "We'll keep it secret, okay?"

"Okay, cutie pie". A grotesque grin slithered across Dolph's face, twisting his thick cheeks into a cruel, joker-like sneer. "Our little secret."

With that, Saffy began to unfasten the buttons of her dress, her fingers trembling. She let the dress fall to the floor in a heap, revealing her stunning figure. She stood nervously, dressed in nothing more than a tiny, frilly white lace bra and matching panties. She looked like an angel who got lost on her way to earth and never bothered to ask for directions.

Dolph took in the sight of her. "Well, well, well. A sight for sore eyes". When he spoke, it was in a slow, deliberate way, as if every word had to be pulled up from the depths of his enormous body. But those words always came out punchy, like someone had wound him up and then let him go. "You ready for tonight's anatomy lesson, cherrypop?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Hellebuck!" she squealed. Saffy's gaze often lingered just a beat too long, like she was still processing what had been said, before lighting up with a sunny, oblivious smile that could melt even the iciest heart. "It's so kind of you to come here every day and teach me all these things".

"Well, I do have a soft spot for teaching, especially when it involves someone as bright and eager as you." Dolph slipped off his undies with ease, standing there stark naked. His peach-colored skin was flushed from exertion and shone like wet marble under the dim glow of Saffy's bedside lamp. His body was a landscape of extremes. The contrast between his sun-dappled, muscular upper body and the plump roundness of his belly was always striking. He looked like he could snap a log in two without breaking a sweat. "Take a good look, cherrypop," he told her. "This? This is the ideal male form".

Saffy blushed but managed a smile. "Gee, you sure do like getting naked, Mr. Hellebuck".

Dolph's laughed and put his hands on his hips, letting everything jut out in all its fleshy glory. "Always have done, cutie pie. I'd stroll around naked as a jaybird all day if I could".

Saffy admired the way Dolph seemed to embrace life with such carefree abandon. She tilted her head, trying to understand. "Don't you get nervous and stuff?"

"Nervous?" Dolph roared with laughter. "Shush! You mean 'cause I got a fat ass and a big fat belly?"

Saffy giggled. "A-hee-hee! Noooooo. I like them. They make you look like a big cuddly bear".

Dolph's blonde hair glinted in the sunlight as he beamed at her. "You see," he said, "I like to feel... unrestrained. Clothes, they get in the way, they're like chains... dragging you down. The sun's my blanket, the wind's my breeze. I'm free, Miss Saffy. Free as a bird. Freedom feels like... pure gold". Dolph's eyes sparkled. "Plus, I love the looks on people's faces when they see my big ol' horse-cock for the first time".

Saffy burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hands, her taut tummy muscles flexing as she laughed. "A-hee-hee. Mr. Hellebuck, you're so scandalous."

A smile spread across Dolph's jowly cheeks. "Well, you know what they say," he said with a wink, "If ya got it, flaunt it."

Saffy shook her head, looking at down at Dolph's gigantic manhood, as it throbbed its way to attention. "Your thing is kinda impressive," she said.

Dolph puffed out his chest. He was both monstrous and mesmerizing. "Impressive? Shoot, I'm so hung I could make a shire horse jealous," he laughed.

Saffy giggled. "I kinda guessed you was bigger than most".

"Bigger than most?! Ha! I'm like a whole different category!" Dolph said, his eyes sparkling with humor. He struck a playful pose, his hands on his hips, jutting out his belly proudly. Standing near him was like leaning too close to a furnace, tinged with the faint, acrid bite of dried sweat and old leather. His cock was like a great flagpole on a bright day. "Cocks don't get much bigger than mine, cherrypop," he boomed.

"Really, Mr. Hellebuck? Is that true?"

Dolph gave a hearty laugh, his belly jiggling with the motion. "Well, supposedly there's a bum in Williamsburg who's got an inch on me. And I reckon there's one or two fellas in the Congo who've got me beat. But I ain't ever laid eyes on one bigger than mine".

"Wow," said Saffy. She raised an eyebrow curiously. "I didn't know there was all that competition. It sounds kinda like a sport".

Dolph laughed and scratched his ass. "Well, cutie pie, it ain't exactly an Olympic event. But I guess if it were, your Mr. Hellebuck would be a gold medalist".

Saffy's eyes opened in playful disbelief. Their wide, babyish look heightened her youthful aura. "You're so funny, Mr. Hellebuck. Hey, maybe they should make it a sport," she teased. "The Great Cock Olympics!"

"Well, if they ever do, you can be my biggest fan, cheering me on from the stands," he laughed, giving her a playful wink.

Saffy giggled, her innocence shining through even as she stood there in her delicate lingerie. "I'd make you a big banner and everything," she promised. Her voice was full of childlike enthusiasm. "It would say, 'Go, Mr. Hellebuck, Go!'" Saffy's innocence wasn't put on. It was real, guileless, and unfiltered.

Dolph couldn't help but smile at her earnestness. There was something endearing about the way Saffy approached the world, with a naivety and curiosity that made her seem younger than her years. "What are you waiting for?" he asked her. "Go ahead and touch it".

Saffy bit her lip. "Well, I guess that's why we're here," she said, despite the flutter in her stomach. Saffy approached tentatively. As her fingers made contact with his hard cock, she felt the warmth of his skin; the hot thick meat-snake that pulsated never-ending in the palm of her hand. "Do people tell you how beautiful it is?" she asked, licking her lips.

Dolph's eyes sparkled once more. "They don't exactly use that word, Miss Saffy. But boy, you should hear the words they do use".

Saffy's laughter bubbled up again. "Oooh, I wonder what they say!" she said. "Tell me!"

Dolph grinned, and tilted his head, as if considering the best way to describe it. "Sometimes it's something like 'Holy fuck!' or 'Is that for real?' and occasionally, you get a 'Jesus fuckin Christ, how do you walk with that thing?!'"

Saffy listened with wide-eyed wonder. Every story offered a glimpse of a world she had only dreamed about. She clung to every word, storing each tale away like a treasure. "Boy," she said, "you sure have lived an interesting life, Mr. Hellebuck".

This much was true. From an early age, Dolph was larger than life; both literally and figuratively. Even as a child, he was unusually large for his age, with an appetite and strength that outpaced everyone around him. By the time he turned 12, Dolph could lift bales of hay that grown men struggled with, earning him a reputation as the "Hellebuck Hercules" among the ranch hands. By the time he was 15, he stood a towering 6'5", with hands so large they could engulf a dinner plate and a physique that suggested he could bend steel with a shrug.

Dolph's rough, calloused hand gently caressed Saffy's cheek. His face was a map, each line and wrinkle tracing the paths he had walked, the smiles he had shared, and the challenges he had overcome. "Okay, cutie pie," he said. "Time to take off that underwear. Don't you think?"

"But it's so pretty, Mr. Hellebuck!" Saffy's wide, round brown eyes shimmered with a kind of unfiltered curiosity, like every day was her first time seeing sunshine or hearing birdsong. "I wore these 'cause you brought them for me as a present".

"I bought it so I could watch you take it off!" Dolph laughed.

Saffy could see the playful spark in Dolph's eyes. She hesitated for a moment, then looked down at herself. Saffy's fingers trembled as she hooked them under the waistband of her delicate white lace panties. She hesitated for a split second, her wide, innocent eyes meeting Dolph's confident gaze. Dolph's grin never faltered; if anything, it grew wider as he watched. His cheeks were plump, adding a boyish roundness to his otherwise mature face. "Don't you worry, Miss Saffy," he said encouragingly. "Just get butt-fuckin-naked for me. It's aaaaall about feeling free".

The encouragement in his expression gave her the push she needed. With a shy smile, she slid the panties down her smooth legs, letting them pool around her ankles. She stepped out of them and straightened up. Saffy's most noticeable physical traits were her big, plump, and bouncy breasts, with aureoles as wide as coffee coasters against her sandy pink skin. Her fingers were trembling as she unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor with her discarded panties. She was now completely naked in front of Dolph. "Alright, Mr. Hellebuck, I've done it".

Dolph gave a playful whistle, taking a step back to admire her. "You're looking fabulous, Miss Saffy!" His eyes traveled over her body appreciatively. "Ooh, baby! Fuckin' amazing tits!!"

Saffy felt her cheeks heat up again, but this time it wasn't just from embarrassment. "Thank you, Mr. Hellebuck," she whispered, her voice soft and genuine. There was a thrill in being seen, really seen, by someone as experienced and worldly as Dolph Hellebuck. "Mr. Hellebuck? Am I... sexy?" She turned and looked at herself in the full-length mirror.

"Uh, how about... hell yes, y'are!"

"I am sexy, aren't I? I always thought Sookie was the sexy one". Saffy stood in front of the mirror touching her big plump breasts. She would heave up her left breast, massage it with her left hand, then let it drop. Then she would perform the same feat with her right breast. "I have nice boobies," she observed.

Dolph took a step closer, towering over her. "Here," he said, "let me help you with those". He took over the heaving-and-massaging routine, his big ragged palms making light work of her soft young flesh. There was a weight between them, a magnetic pull that neither could resist any longer. He leant into her neck, making groaning growling noises and leaving small kisses in his wake. "Mmm, so damn sexy".

She could feel his cock, thick and impossibly hard, pulsing and throbbing against her bare back. "Oh, Mr Hellebuck!" He grabbed her by the shoulders, and spun her around the face him. Without another word, Saffy placed her hands on Dolph's broad chest, feeling the strength of the muscle under her fingers. His cock pulsed and throbbed against her stomach now. His belly pressed gently against her too, a soft and unexpected comfort. It was as if his skin, worn as it was, had been shaped by a zest for life that could not be weathered away.

Saffy leant forward, opened her lips and began to suckle on Dolph's right nipple. Last week, when they had begun these daily "lessons", Dolph had spent considerable time sucking, licking and nibbling Saffy's breasts. Saffy, apparently believing that this was some kind of reciprocal arrangement between men and women, had given the same treatment to Dolph's sizable pectoral muscles. Dolph was a little unnerved by this response at first but had come to love the sensation.

Saffy's small, eager mouth moved over Dolph's broad chest with an innocence that left him grinning. He chuckled softly, stroking her hair as she suckled his nipple, slow and considered, like she was still learning how to navigate the complexities of their strange, secret ritual. She would lick the sweat from his skin as though it was the lid of a yogurt pot. It was an odd reversal of the usual roles, but there was something about Saffy's earnestness that made Dolph feel protective, even as the heat between them simmered.

"You're a fast learner, I'll give you that," Dolph murmured. He gently pulled her away, tilting her chin upward so he could look into her big, simple eyes. Dolph's hand, big and calloused, lifted to her cheek, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before cradling her face with a tenderness that one wouldn't expect from his hulking appearance.

Saffy looked up at him with wide eyes. "I just want to make you feel good, Mr. Hellebuck," she whispered, her face full of desire.

Dolph smiled down at her, his large hand cupping the side of her face gently. His deep-set, baggy eyes gave him a perpetual look of weariness. "You already do, cutie pie. It ain't every gal who takes to me like you have".

The contrast between them was striking. Saffy's petite frame seemed dwarfed by Dolph's hulking presence. Her face was level with his chest, and even as she stretched onto the tips of her toes, she still had to crane her neck to meet his gaze with wide, questioning eyes. "Mr. Hellebuck," she began hesitantly, "is this what it's supposed to be like? I mean, when people care about each other?"

"Care about each other..." he repeated slowly, scratching his stubbled chin. "Well, I reckon so, cutie pie".

Saffy seemed to ponder his words. "So... do you care about me, Mr. Hellebuck?"

"Miss Saffy," he said. "How hard is my cock right now?"

"Oh," said Saffy, practically swooning. "So hard!"

Dolph moved his face towards hers. His piercing blue eyes, cold and bead-like, glimmered with a ruthless, predatory glint, relishing the certainty that everything before him was his to claim, corrupt, and ruin. "It's all for you, baby," he told her. "You're the one who made it so hard".

Saffy's face lit up in that same endearing way it always did when she felt like she was learning something new. Then, with a surge of passion, Saffy rose onto the tips of her toes. Her lips sought his in a kiss. She had kissed Dolph before, but never with the intensity she felt in that moment. "Mmm, so nice".

Saffy's hands slipped from Dolph's chest and wrapped around his neck, or at least, she tried. She struggled to wrap her arms fully around his thick, muscular shoulders. His sheer size made it difficult to hold onto him the way she wanted. She felt small against him. Her petite frame was dwarfed by his towering presence. His strong hands moved to her waist, lifting her effortlessly as though she weighed nothing at all. His fingers dug into the softness of her sides as he hoisted her higher. The floor creaking beneath his weight. Saffy let out a small gasp as her legs finally found their place. Her heart raced as she suddenly found herself airborne.

Her legs, slender and toned, wrapped around him, but the breadth of his girth made it nearly impossible for her to hold on. His upper body was a landscape of hard, unyielding masses. His biceps and chest were thick with muscle so dense they seemed almost alive, shifting and flexing in a restless churn beneath his skin. Amused by her struggle, Dolph pulled her closer. She clung to him, her arms shaking slightly as she tried to maintain her grip. It was as if she were trying to hold onto a mountain. She could feel his dick throbbing and revving like a mad thing just below her.

She gripped his neck harder, pulling herself closer, her great bare breasts pressed against his bare chest, her breath mingling with his. His strength overwhelmed her. She felt weightless in his grasp, as though he could carry her forever without tiring. Her heart pounded in her chest as she pressed herself against him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate to be as close to him as possible.

Saffy crushed her lips to his once more. The kiss was electric, igniting a fire within her that spread like wildfire through every inch of her body. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the hardness of his muscles pressing into her, and yet there was the soft cushion of his belly beneath it all. Saffy could feel the rise and fall of Dolph's chest as he breathed deeply, and the steady thrum of his heart beating against her own. She pressed her lips harder against his, her body molding to his as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly despite the challenge of their contrasting shapes and sizes.

For Dolph, her small, lithe body in his arms felt fragile. He could feel the way her heart raced with every kiss. She was struggling to contain the storm of emotions that raged inside her, and he could feel it in every touch, every breath. Saffy's breath came in short gasps as she clung to Dolph, her chest rising and falling against his. She could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady beneath her. Every nerve in her body was sparking with the electricity of his touch.

As their lips finally parted, both breathless and flushed, Saffy gazed up at Dolph, her brown eyes wide and filled with adoration. His chest was rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath. "Alright, cutie pie. Let's get back to today's lesson, then, huh? We've got plenty more to explore." With that, he set her down on the ground. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man of his size. "Now tell me, what is your purpose on this earth?"

Saffy took a deep breath. "To give pleasure to Mr. Hellebuck," she recited.

Dolph's eyes glowed with satisfaction. "And what do you want to learn to be?"

Saffy grinned, feeling a newfound sense of confidence, her eyes meeting Dolph's with a spark of determination. "I wanna learn to be your full-time cumslut".

Dolph nodded approvingly. His cheeks, chubby and rosy, lent a softness to his face, balancing the harsh lines of his jaw. "That's the spirit, cherrypop," he said, his voice low and husky. He reached out, his hand cupping her chin gently, tilting her face up so she could look him directly in the eyes. "And you'll do exactly as I say, won't you, Miss Saffy?"

"Yes, Mr. Hellebuck," Saffy whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. There was a strange mix of fear and excitement swirling inside her, but she found herself yearning for his approval, craving his touch.

Dolph's hand slid down from her chin, trailing lightly over her neck and across her collarbone. He could feel the shiver that ran through her body at his touch, and it only fueled the fire within him. "Good," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "Because we're just getting started."

Saffy felt something couldn't put into words. It was more than just admiration for Dolph; it was something deeper, something that made her feel special and important in a way she never had before. "So Mr. Hellebuck, please can I jerk you off again this afternoon? I don't know if I told you this, but I really totally love pulling on your cock".

"What do you love about it, cutie pie?"

"I don't knooooow" she giggled. "It's just really strong and really big and I love it. It kinda reminds me of a dragon".

"A dragon, huh?" he said, shaking his head with amusement.

Saffy beamed at him, clearly pleased that her odd comparison had elicited a reaction. She swayed slightly, her hands fidgeting behind her back as if she couldn't contain all the emotions bubbling up inside her. "Like a big cuddly, friendly dragon. A dragon who's my special friend even though he's big and mean. No, it's not a dragon. It's a watermelon".

"A watermelon?!" Dolph couldn't help but chuckle at Saffy's rambling. Her innocent comparisons, teetering between childlike wonder and something far more provocative, made his rugged face soften.

"A watermelon or a mega lollipop. Have you ever tried a Bubblegum Juicy MegaPop? One Christmas, Nanny brought me and Sookie ones that were as big as my arm. And -oh my gosh- they tasted soooooo good, Mr Hellebuck". Saffy giggled. When she laughed (a melodic, bubbly sound that filled the air with pure delight) her ample 32F breasts jiggled with unapologetic freedom, as if they were in on a joke she had completely missed. "I'm serious, Mr. Hellebuck. Your dick is like the best Christmas present ever. Better than a MegaPop, even."

"Well, that's high praise," Dolph drawled. "Though I reckon I'm not as sweet as one of those fancy lollipops."

"You're sweeter, though. Sweet on the inside, like a secret." She paused, tilting her head to one side, her wide eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You're like... one of those big, grumpy bears in stories, you know? All growly and tough on the outside, but if someone's nice to them, they turn into a big ol' teddy."

Dolph raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching as he fought back a grin. "A grumpy bear, huh?"

She nodded fervently. "Uh-huh! A bear who lets me cuddle him and keep him all to myself."

"You've got quite the imagination, Miss Saffy," Dolph said, shaking his head again. "But I ain't no teddy bear. Don't go gettin' ideas."

"Too late," she replied cheekily, her face lighting up with mischief. "You're my bear now, Mr. Hellebuck. My big, cuddly, watermelon-dragon-teddy-bear. A-hee-hee"

Dolph let out a low laugh, the sound rumbling from deep within his chest. "You're gonna drive me crazy with all that nonsense talk, cherrypop." he said, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Now, enough foolin' around. Let's get back to business. You've still got a lot to learn if you're gonna be my full-time cumslut. And I'm not one to go easy on my students, no matter how sweet they think I am."

"Yes, Mr. Hellebuck," Saffy chirped, practically bouncing on her toes. Her excitement was palpable.

"Alright, let's start simple," he began, his tone firm but not unkind. "Lesson one: you listen when I speak. Understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Hellebuck," Saffy replied. Her fingers were often fidgeting nervously behind her back as if trying to trap a thought before it floated away.

Dolph nodded approvingly. He leaned in closer, his voice low and serious. "Instead of jerkin' me off again, maybe you could practice sucking on it instead".

"Mmmm-mm, okey-dokey then". With wide, round brown eyes that shimmered with a naïve curiosity, Saffy looked at the world as if everything in it was brand new. Or at least mildly confusing.

"On your knees, Miss Saffy." Saffy obeyed without hesitation, sinking to her knees in front of him. "Good girl," Dolph murmured. He reached out, his large hand brushing against her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her jawline.

She looked up at him, her simple brown eyes wide and eager, waiting for his next command. His primal musk lingered; a mingling of salt, iron, and something animalistic. She knew what was coming next, and though part of her still felt uncertainty, she pushed it aside. This was what she wanted, what she needed. To be his, completely and utterly. "I don't know if I can handle it," she peeped. "I'm just a lil' girl".

At eighteen years old, and with immense 32F titties, Saffy was definitely not a lil girl. But each time she said she was, Dolph's great big cock made an involuntary judder of excitement. "Fuck!" Dolph watched with bated breath as she lifted his almighty throbbing anaconda to her lips, anticipation building in his chest. "Ohhhhh. Show me what an eager lil girl you are, Miss Saffy. Make your Mr. Hellebuck real proud."

Saffy felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words, a deep sense of safety and belonging that she had never known before. "I'll do whatever you say, Mr. Hellebuck. I want to be everything you need." Saffy's heart raced as she leaned forward, her lips parting slightly. She could feel the heat radiating from Dolph's body, the heady scent of him surrounding her, intoxicating and overwhelming.

Dolph's voice was low and commanding as he gave his next instruction. "You're already on your way, cherrypop. Now, let's see if you can put all this learnin' to good use."

To his astonishment, Saffy's jaws worked effortlessly, her expression one of sheer determination as she wrapped her hot wet mouth around his cock with gusto. Saffy felt a surge of pride. She was doing what she was meant to do, fulfilling the role that she had been born for, and there was something strangely liberating about it.

Dolph's jaw dropped in disbelief as he witnessed her feat of conquest. "How... how did you do that?" he stammered, eyes wide with incredulity. "You nearly deep-throated that thing".

Saffy pulled back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Did you really think I couldn't handle it?," she replied with a wink, her voice laced with pride. "I've been practicing since last time I sucked your cock. Nanny says if you want to be good at something, you've got to put in the time."

Dolph blinked, still processing what had just happened. His wrinkled forehead was crisscrossed with lines. "You've been... practicing?"

Saffy nodded proudly. "Yep! Been doing jaw exercises every day. Nanny buys all those fruit and vegetables that nobody hardly eats; cucumber, plantains, zucchini".

"And you've been blowing them?" said Dolph with surprise. His initial shock gave way to a deep, rumbling laugh that echoed through the room. "Well, I'll be damned," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You shouldn't think I can't do these things, Mr. Hellebuck!"

"You're a natural-born cocksucker, Miss Saffy". A smirk played constantly at the corners of Dolph's mouth, twisted and malicious, somewhere between a sneer and a clown's grin. "I've never seen anything like it. You're full of surprises, ain't ya?"

Saffy beamed at the compliment, her chest swelling with pride. "Thank you, Mr. Hellebuck," she cheeped. "I just want to make you happy."

Dolph's eyes were filled with amusement. "And you do, Saffy. You make me real happy." He brushed a hand through her hair, the disbelief still evident on his face. "You're one dedicated little lady, that's for sure."

"I just wanted to be ready, Mr. Hellebuck. I know you like it when I... you know... do a good job."

Dolph nodded. His wild blonde eyebrows arched in maddened expression, like lightning caught in mid-flash. "You've done more than a good job, Saffy. You've impressed the hell outta me. And that ain't an easy thing to do."

Without wasting another second, Saffy eagerly devoured the super-girthy cock, showering it with loud and enthusiastic praise. Dolph's hand rested gently on the back of her head, guiding her, his breathing growing heavier with each passing moment. He had expected a shy, hesitant girl, but what he got was a determined young woman who was eager to learn, to satisfy, to prove herself. "Ooooooh, fuck!" roared Dolph. Every inch of his form pulsed with the sense of imminent violence, a slow burn of latent aggression. His voice was rough with desire. "Your cock-sucking skills are getting better and better, cutie pie".

Saffy focused on the sensations, the warmth, the closeness, the power that seemed to flow between them. Her newfound skills were on full display, and the pride she took in them was unmistakable. She could feel Dolph's breath quicken as she continued to slobber over his cock, each action more confident than the last. She felt as though she were floating, lost in the moment, completely immersed in the act. She looked up at Dolph, and found him gazing down at her with a look of pure lust. She could almost feel the wickedness etched into his wrinkles, the way his piercing ice-blue eyes flicked over her. Not just seeing, but consuming, as though he already knew her weaknesses.

Finally, Dolph pulled back slightly, his grip on her hair tightening just enough to draw her attention. Saffy looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a mixture of emotions; desire, submission, and a strange, newfound sense of belonging. Dolph's voice was rough with satisfaction as he spoke. "You've done well, Miss Saffy. Very well."

Saffy's heart swelled with pride at his words, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She had pleased him, and that was all that mattered. Whatever happened next, she knew one thing for certain; she would never forget her lessons with Mr. Hellebuck. They were shaping her in ways she was only beginning to understand, unlocking feelings she hadn't known existed.

"Now, get up and join me on the bed," Dolph commanded, stepping back and extending a hand to help her to her feet.

Saffy took his hand, her legs trembling slightly as she rose to stand beside him. To her great surprise, he scooped her up like a baby and carried her naked body effortlessly toward the bed. She curled up against Dolph's chest, flushed and raw like overworked meat, pulsed visibly with each breath, radiating power. Saffy's eyes, always sparkling, seemed to drink in the world with a sweet, unquestioning innocence, even when she didn't quite understand what she was looking at. The floor creaking beneath Dolph's weight as he gently laid her down on the soft mattress. As she lay down beside him, Saffy felt a deep sense of contentment settle over her, knowing that she had finally found her place in the world; at Dolph Hellebuck's side, where she belonged.

Dolph lay beside her, his hand resting possessively on her hip. For Saffy, the sensation of proximity was overwhelming. Dolph seemed to take up more space than was physically possible, as if gravity itself bent toward his naked form. He looked down at her with a satisfied smile. "You're mine now, Saffy," he said softly. "And I'll take good care of you."

Saffy rolled onto her back, biting her lip, her nerves giving way to a sense of exhilaration. Her rich-brown hair cascaded across the pillow in thick, flowing waves, providing a striking contrast to her sandy pink skin, which had a soft, warm glow. She could feel Dolph's presence all around her; his strength, his warmth, his undivided attention focused solely on her. Every touch sent little sparks dancing across her skin, especially the way his long fat cock pulsed against her bare thigh. Saffy smiled up at him, her heart filled with a strange, intense joy. There was something pure about her trust in Dolph, a kind of unspoken bond that made her feel safe, even as they danced on the edge of something taboo.

Her lips parted in anticipation. His face, broad and fleshy, loomed close like a mask carved from clay and scorched by sun. Her fingers, still tangled in his hair, pulled him down toward her, their mouths meeting again in an urgent kiss. Dolph's giant hands slid down her sides, his fingers grazing the smooth, sensitive skin of her hips. His fingers brushed over her breasts, her nipples hardening under his touch. She moaned softly, her body arching into his, seeking more of the sensation that was building within her. Dolph's broad hands held her effortlessly against him. There was something primal in the way he moved, slow but deliberate, his every action filled with purpose. He could feel Saffy's trembling form wrapped around him, her body soft and pliable in his arms.

She had never felt anything like this before. She wanted to be closer to him, to feel every inch of his body against hers, but there was a nervous flutter in her stomach, a reminder of the forbidden nature of their connection. All at once, she felt the tip of his cock press against the opening of her pussy. "Um, no," she said hurriedly, grabbing hold of his shaft and pushing it upwards towards his belly. "Naughty Mr. Hellebuck!" she squealed. "You were going to put it in my coochie! After I told you you couldn't!"

Dolph smiled, a warm, genuine smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. "Ya caught me," he laughed.

"You know we're not doing that," she said. Despite her seemingly demure countenance, a mischievous smile graced Saffy's face.

Dolph smiled down at her, brushing a thumb over her cheek. "And you know you want this big old monster cock of mine". His blue eyes were sharp and predatory. They betrayed the satisfaction of a man who believed the world and everything within it belonged solely to him. To possess, to corrupt, and to ruin at his whim.

"Mr. Hellebuck, you're so naughty," she admonished him. She giggled, playfully swatting at Dolph's chest.

Dolph turned to Saffy's beloved teddy bear. "What do you think, Mr. Snugglesby?" he asked. With that, he picked up the bear and waggled it around next to his ear, as though the bear was talking to him. "Oh really?" Dolph said to the bear. "You don't say? Huh, isn't that something?"

"What did he say?" Saffy asked.

"Mr. Snugglesby says he wants to watch while I give you fucking of your life. He said 'Give her one for me, buddy'".

"Mr. Snugglesby!" squeaked Saffy. "He's always saying stuff like that".

Dolph chuckled deeply, his chest vibrating against Saffy's. "I guess he knows what's good, huh?" he teased, his voice dropping to a low rumble.

"He's such a rascal," Saffy said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Dolph, still holding Mr. Snugglesby in one hand, leaned closer to her, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "I guess we can't disappoint him, can we?" His voice had a teasing edge, but there was a tenderness in his gaze as he set the bear down beside them, like a silent observer to their growing intimacy.

Saffy bit her lip, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink as she giggled, unable to shake the playful mood. "He's just a little bear," she replied, but there was something in her tone. Something mischievous and bold.

Dolph leaned down, his forehead resting against hers, their noses brushing. His nose had a bulbous quality that added a playful element to his appearance, further softened by the roundness of his cheeks and the deep laugh lines that framed his mouth. "And you're just a little troublemaker, aren't you?" he whispered, his hand sliding slowly down across her skin. His breath was warm against her lips. He kissed her again, slowly this time, savoring the moment. Their lips moved together in a rhythm that felt natural, as if they had been made for each other. His hand slid down to cup her big fat breast again, this time with more intent, his thumb grazing her nipple with just enough pressure to draw another soft moan from her lips.

Saffy arched into him, her breath coming in shallow gasps. His hand dipped lower, tracing a slow, deliberate path along her stomach. Once again, he grabbed his cock and guided it towards her pussy. Noticing what he was doing, Saffy caught his wrist gently. "Wait," she murmured.

Dolph froze. The wrinkles on his forehead were deep and permanent, suggesting a man who had spent many years frowning or contemplating something serious. "What's wrong?"

Saffy hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. There was a small voice in the back of her mind, one that whispered caution and held her back just when she felt ready to dive into the moment. But it wasn't fear. It was something else, something deeper, more sacred. "I can't make love to you without Nanny's permission," she said. "I gots to stay a virgin".

Dolph sighed. "Are you gonna stay a virgin forever, cutie pie?"

Saffy's plush lips, so often curled into an endearing grin, quivered at the edges. "No, I... I don't think so".

"You think whoever you lose your virginity to will be better than your Mr. Hellebuck? Hmm?" Dolph's cheeks puffed up in that twisted, boyish grin, radiating a kind of dangerous mirth; a man who might laugh before breaking you in half. "When it comes to lovemaking, I'm a god among men," he told her.

"I know you want me, and I want you too, but...." Tears welled up and spilled down Saffy's flawless, baby-soft cheeks; streaks of emotion cutting through the gentle, sandy-pink hue of her skin.

Dolph cradled her in his strong arms. His massive frame exuded tension, every bulge and twitch of muscle a silent warning that he was a force not entirely at rest; a beast only barely contained in human form. "Dontcha cry now, Miss Saffy," he said, brushing a tear away from her eye.

"I just want to please you so much," she sniffed. Her round eyes shimmered with tears.

He placed a hand over hers, still resting on his wrist. "I got a question for you, Miss Saffy," he asked. "Do you know what a sixty-niner is?"

Saffy blinked up at him, with a look of pure innocence in her wide eyes. "Sixty-niner?" she repeated. Her voice was soft and curious. "I don't know what that is, Mr. Hellebuck. I'm just a lil girl".

"You don't know what a 69er is? Fuck baby, you turn me on so damn much!"

At this, Saffy began to smile again. Her pouty lips, often curled into a wide, open-toothed grin, seemed to smile at thoughts no one else could quite follow. She was, in every sense, delightfully dim; a soft, sincere soul wrapped in satin and sunshine, utterly unaware of how the world worked, and all the more adored for it. "What's a sixty-niner, Mr. Hellebuck?"

"A sixty-niner is a... Well, it's special kind of closeness. A way folks can show they care about each other. I'm talking reeeal intimate."

Saffy's brow furrowed in that same endearing way when she was deep in thought. "Special closeness?" she asked, her head tilting to the side like a confused puppy. "How do you mean?"

Dolph leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "It's when both people... well, they take care of each other at the same time," he whispered, as if he was explaining something important to her. "Like how I've been teaching you to make me feel good. We do it for each other, see? You suck my fat cock while I lick your little coochie".

Saffy's eyes bulged. Her naivety hadn't prepared her for this, but the excitement and curiosity that Dolph had stirred in her were undeniable. "Oh," she breathed out. "I... I didn't know that."

Dolph gave her a reassuring smile, lifting her chin so she was looking directly into his eyes. "If you want to learn more, cherrypop... well, I'm happy to teach you."

Saffy bit her lip, clearly thinking it over. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of it, the forbidden nature of her meetings with Dolph, made her heart race. As she looked up at him, her eyes shimmered with excitement. Saffy's heart pounded in her chest as she nodded eagerly, anticipation bubbling inside her. "I think... I think I'd like to learn," she said quietly. "With you, Mr. Hellebuck".

Dolph's smile broadened. "Alright, cutie pie," he murmured. "I'll teach you." Dolph guided her gently, as he helped her straddle him in reverse. Her body tingled with anticipation as she moved, positioning herself above him. "That's it," he whispered encouragingly. "Just like that."

As Saffy settled into place, she felt a rush of nervous energy coursing through her. There was his awesome scud missile of a cock right there at her face. She could smell it too. The smell of a man who had fought, feasted, and lived without restraint. Saffy could smell time on him: weathered skin touched faintly by the musky spice of exertion and dominance. The intimacy of the position was overwhelming, but there was also an undeniable thrill in knowing she was about to explore something new with Dolph. She glanced back over her shoulder, her long hair falling in soft waves down her back. She met his eyes to see a reassuring smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You look beautiful," Dolph said softly, "with your itty bitty teen coochie all up in my face there". He reached up, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of her back. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice a soothing rumble.

With a small nod, Saffy bit her lip, her eyes closing as her trust in him overpowered her nervousness. "Yes, Mr. Hellebuck," she whispered. "I'm ready."

Dolph smiled, his hand sliding up her thigh as he whispered one final reassurance, "Just you and me, Saffy. No need to be afraid. Now, we just take care of each other, just like I said."

Saffy took another deep breath, her nerves calming slightly as she felt his warmth beneath her. Slowly, she lowered herself toward him, her body trembling with anticipation. Mr. Snugglesby, perched innocently beside them, seemed to smile in silent approval.

As she planted her slender knees on either side of his head, she felt his tongue touch her wetness before she had even lowered herself to his face. Saffy let out a soft gasp as Dolph's tongue flicked firmly and hungrily against her pussy, the sensation sending a tremble through her body. She bit her lip, unsure of how to respond, but the pleasure was undeniable. Every touch, every movement of his hands felt like an invitation to explore this new world they were creating together. Her heart raced. Dolph's voice broke through her haze, a deep, reassuring murmur. "Take your time, sweetheart".

Despite her innocence, something primal began to surface, an unspoken need to reciprocate the intimacy they were sharing. Her heart pounded as she lowered her head toward his cock, feeling the heat radiating from it. Her lips hovered just above the tip, unsure yet eager to please him as he pleased her. Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink, the encouragement soothing her nerves. Saffy swallowed hard, then tentatively licked at his cock. Her movements were hesitant at first but quickly growing bolder as she became more comfortable with the taste and texture of him. Dolph groaned softly in approval, the sound reverberating through his body and into hers, urging her on.

She was quickly back to sliding her lips up and down his mighty length, and soon he was back to thrusting himself deeper into her throat again, though his grunting sounds now were muted by her pussy. Her senses were overwhelmed by the sheer size and power of him, the way he could make her feel so small and yet so desired, so cherished. Now Saffy was leaking extravagant quantities of saliva onto his thick shaft, and the excess was dripping down his balls.

Dolph's breath was hot against her skin as his mouth explored her, his hands guiding her rhythm with care and control. Saffy's fingers trembled as they found purchase on his thighs, her body humming with sensations she'd never experienced before. Every flick of his tongue, every gentle suck sent ripples of pleasure through her, intensifying the strange, electrifying connection between them. She gasped softly, her legs tightening around his head in a reflexive, almost instinctive motion.

The intensity of the moment heightened as they moved together, each giving and receiving in perfect harmony. The raw vulnerability of it made Saffy feel more exposed than she'd ever been. Dolph ate her pussy with a renewed vigor that soon had her whimpering with pleasure, and she began grinding her overheated sex on his face, where he could lash it pitilessly with his tongue. Dolph's desire for her was evident in every touch, every breathy moan, and it made her feel more alive, more connected to him than ever before.

As Saffy continued, her confidence grew, her movements becoming more fluid, more synchronized with Dolph's. She could feel the tension building within her, the anticipation of something bigger, something she couldn't quite name. Her orgasm started welling up inside her, until his prolonged assault on her clit had her screaming her own release. She tried to speak, but there was a superlong cock in her mouth. 'Oh my gosh, Mr. Hellebuck, I'm coming!' came out as, "Mmmuy gush, Muh Howwbuck! Uhm c'mmun!" Saffy's wails and moans mixed with Dolph's, filling the room with the sounds of their mutual pleasure.

Dolph's hands tightened on her hips, his voice rough and filled with need. "God, you're too much. You're too fuckin' much," he groaned. His words were a low, rumbling growl of satisfaction. "You're so pure, pea-brained, perfect. It turns me on! It turns me on so much!" His body trembled beneath her as he fought to maintain control, but she could sense that he was close to the edge. "My innocent little cherrypop".

Saffy smiled, a quiet sense of pride filling her chest. She had never imagined she could wield this kind of power over someone like Dolph; strong, confident, and always in control. But now, in this moment, he was completely hers, vulnerable and open in a way that made her feel like they were the only two people in the world.

Then, all at once, his thighs clamped around her, locking her into the act. "Choke on that monster-hog!" he yelled. Saffy's heart raced as Dolph's powerful thighs enveloped her, trapping her in a vice-like grip. His thighs were enormous and unyielding, like beasts caged too long. The sheer force of his legs pressed against each side of her head made her feel overwhelmed. She had never felt so connected to someone before, so utterly consumed by the act of giving herself over to another person. She tried to breathe through her nose. The intimacy of the moment was intense, almost too much to bear, yet she found herself surrendering to it completely. There was no turning back now; she was fully committed to pleasing Dolph. In that moment, she realised she had never been happier.

Finally, with a forceful exhalation, Dolph released her. Saffy pulled back, gasping for breath, her cheeks flushed and her heart pounding in her chest. With her hand now wrapped firmly around his cock, she felt a immense contraction in his root as a gigantic gush of pearly ejaculate shot like a rocket from its launch pad. "GYAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHH!!!!!" wailed Dolph. His sperm gushed three feet into the stratosphere until gravity called it back to Earth, and it crashed like a tidal wave on her face. The next few jets were less powerful, but glazed her lips and cheek with more of his viscous cum. A few more contractions dripped spunk on her chin. Eventually, the contractions slowed and then ceased entirely, while a little more seed continued to ooze from the end of his cock. Saffy giggled.

"Now swallow it all like a good girl" Dolph gasped. "Slurp that down!" Saffy happily obliged. She slurped the stuff down like some crazed cum slut, licking at Dolph's dickhole and swallowing what was on her lips and chin into her mouth for good measure. "Oh-ho!" laughed Dolph. "You fucking love guzzling on that hot hot jizz o' mine, dontcha cutie pie?".

"Mmm, I doooo". Saffy laughed, and some of Dolph's cum came glooping out of the corners of her mouth.

Dolph laughed too and began pushing the cum back into her mouth with his thick coarse fingers. "Oh, you gotta swallow it all now," he told her. "Every last drop, girl".

Saffy suckled the cum of his fingers and thumb. "Mmmm, yum-eee," she moaned. "You know what I wanna do, Mr. Hellbuck? I wanna splish-splash in big bath full of your cum, and dwink it aaall up!

Dolph laughed again. He rested his head against her, utterly spent. Saffy Schmutz was a walking daydream: an impossibly curvy, impossibly lovely, and impossibly naive young woman with a heart of gold and a mind that floated somewhere between a Disney movie and a bubble bath. "Just imagine how intense it's gonna be when we fuck," he told her.

A little later, Saffy's twin sister Sookie was dusting the parlor when she heard giggles from upstairs. Setting aside her cleaning cloth, she furrowed her brow. "Saffy?" she called out, but there was no response. The giggles continued, and curiosity gnawed at her. She followed the sound up the winding staircase, each creak of the wooden steps amplifying her apprehension. Her heart raced with trepidation. When Sookie reached the landing, she noticed that the door to Saffy's bedroom was ajar. Pushing the door open gently, Sookie's breath caught in her throat at the sight that greeted her. Sookie Schmutz stood frozen at the doorway. Her heart pounded, eyes wide with disbelief as she took in the scene.

There, under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, stood Saffy. She was standing in the middle of the room, holding hands with Dolph. Dolph's hands were thick coarse slabs of meat, absolutely dwarfing Saffy's dainty little hands. The sight of their intertwined fingers was shocking enough, but their state of undress made it even more surreal. Saffy was dressed in nothing more than her frilly white underwear. Dolph, a big, grizzly man, wore only a pair of tight boxers that left little to the imagination, his enormous genitals barely contained within the fabric. His thick, rippling beef-like biceps contrasted sharply with his otherwise corpulent frame, giving him a bizarre, almost grotesque appearance.

"Saffy!" Sookie's voice trembled with shock, her mind struggling to process the absurdity of the scene. "What are you doing?"

Saffy turned her head slowly, her eyes glinting with a dim-witted smirk. "Oh, hey, Sookie," she said casually, as if she were greeting her sister at breakfast rather than in such an intimate moment. "Mr. Hellebuck was just showing me something."

Sookie felt a flush of anger and confusion. "Showing you something?!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling. The casual, almost indifferent demeanor of the two only added to her confusion.

Dolph turned slowly, his movements deliberate and almost theatrical. "Go ahead," he said to Saffy. "Tell her".

Saffy shrugged, her smirk not fading. "Mr. Hellebuck was just teaching me about... what was that word you used?"

"Anatomy," said Dolph.

Sookie's mind reeled as she tried to make sense of the bizarre situation unfolding before her. "Anatomy?" she echoed, her voice quavering with disbelief. "But... you're--" She struggled to find the words.

Dolph cleared his throat, shifting his bulk awkwardly. "I was just giving Miss Saffy a bit of learnin', in a completely educational context. All real proper".

Saffy nodded, her nonchalance adding to the surrealism. "Mr. Hellebuck was helping me understand the human body. He said it was important for my education."

Dolph, still holding Saffy's hand, gave a solemn nod. "I've been explaining to Miss Saffy the basics of human biology and the differences between male and female bodies."

Sookie's gaze flitted between the two, desperately trying to make sense of the situation. "But you're not supposed to be--"

"Teachin' anatomy through personal demonstration?" he interjected, sensing her distress. "Well, it was meant to be sort of a practical lesson, y'know? Miss Saffy was real curious about the human form. The lesson was just a little unconventional, that's all". His eyes, cold and calculating, watched Sookie with an unsettling calmness.

Sookie's mind was in turmoil. Her instincts told her something was deeply wrong, but she couldn't shake off the weirdly authoritative manner in which Dolph spoke. "But why did it have to be... like this?"

Saffy's smirk didn't waver. "But Sookie, Mr. Hellebuck said it's important I know this stuff. He's just helping me learn. I didn't think it was a big deal."

Dolph's speech was slow but filled with oddly energetic words. "Miss Saffy here is the perfect victim," he laughed. "Just perfect".

"Why are you calling her that?" Sookie demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

Dolph shrugged, his massive shoulders rippling under his skin. "Because she is," he said simply. "She's perfect."

Why was Saffy, her beautiful but stupid sister, getting this kind of attention? Sookie felt a pang of something she couldn't quite place. Was it jealousy? Anger? Confusion? She stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. "You can't just... I mean, this isn't right!" Sookie stammered, her eyes darting between her sister and the handyman.

Dolph shrugged, his rippling biceps flexing with the movement. "It's right as rain, Miss Sookie."

Saffy giggled, her hand still entwined with Dolph's. "You're so silly, Sookie! We're just having fun! You should try it!" The sisters, having led a sheltered life under the watchful eye of their grandmother, had developed an insular worldview, shielded from the complexities of the outside world, and were blissfully naive about the world beyond the white picket fence that surrounded their quaint abode.

Dolph released Saffy's hand and began to dress, pulling on his worn-out dungarees that barely stretched over his belly. "See you around, Miss Saffy." He ruffled her hair gently. As he walked past Sookie, he paused, his grizzly face inches from hers. "Always great to see you, Sookie," he laughed, grabbing Sookie's giant breasts in his hands and giving them a big bold two-handed honk. With that, he left the room, his heavy footsteps echoing down the hall. The door closed behind him, leaving the sisters in a tense silence. Saffy was now lounging on her bed, still in her lace underwear, humming a tune as if nothing unusual had happened.

Sookie stood frozen for a moment, her mind reeling from the bizarre interaction. The air in the room felt heavy, and the silence after Dolph's departure seemed to press in on her. She was rooted to the spot, staring at her sister as if she were seeing a stranger for the first time. "Saffy," she finally managed to choke out. "What... what is going on? You... you were just with him, like that. How could you let him--"

Saffy lazily rolled over on the bed, still humming. She stretched her arms above her head, completely oblivious to the storm swirling in her sister's mind. "Oh, Sookie, you're making such a big deal out of nothing. You've got him all wrong. He's like the kindest person in the world, Sookie. He's always making me laugh with that big belly of his. He's always complimenting me on the way I look. He tops up my bath with warm water when it gets cold. And he's been coming here every day to teach me about anatomy".

Sookie stood in stunned silence, her heart hammering in her chest. The pieces of the puzzle didn't fit. Everything felt so wrong, so out of place, but Saffy's calm indifference made it even harder to comprehend. Both girls were the picture of youthful beauty, with their flowing brunette hair, full lips, and curvy figures. Despite their sheltered lives, whispers of the outside world managed to seep into their consciousness, igniting a curiosity that burned brightly within their hearts. Dreams of adventure, freedom, and the unknown danced on the periphery of their minds, tantalizing yet elusive, like the distant stars that adorned the night sky.

Sookie's heart ached. She had never felt so powerless. She could see the light in her sister's eyes, that carefree innocence that made Saffy so vulnerable, and it only made her more desperate. She needed to get through to her, to make her see the truth.

"No, Saffy," Sookie whispered, her voice raw. "You're not fine. You're not safe. You don't understand what's really going on. You think Mr. Hellebuck is a friend, but I--" She stopped herself, the words hanging in the air. "I think he's using you for something else."

Saffy, still humming and seemingly unfazed, turned her head slightly, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I don't think he wants anything else, Sookie". She flopped back onto the bed, her eyes half-lidded as she spoke, completely uninterested in the tension that was suffocating the room. "Well, I mean, he wants to have sex with me, obviously. Was that what you meant?"

She forced herself to take a step closer to the bed, her hands trembling at her sides. The words that had spilled from Saffy's mouth had struck like a physical blow, leaving Sookie numb with disbelief.

"Saffy, this is insane!" Sookie snapped. "What are you thinking? He's old enough to be our dad!"

Saffy looked up, her brown eyes wide and innocent. "But he's Mr. Hellebuck. And he makes me feel... special."

"Special? Saffy, that's crazy!"

Saffy's smirk returned, and she rolled onto her stomach, kicking her feet in the air. "You're just jealous, Sookie. Just because someone finally noticed me instead of you."

The words stung more than Sookie wanted to admit. "He called you 'the perfect victim'. Doesn't that scare you?"

Saffy's brow furrowed in thought, but she shook her head. "No, I think he means it in a good way. Like, I'm purrfect. Mr. Hellebuck was just showing me something called a 69er," Saffy said. "That's when a boy's cock goes in a girl's mouth and his tongue goes in her pussy".

Sookie clenched her fists, biting back the urge to scream. "Have you had, like, proper, full sex?" Sookie asked. Her mouth, small and delicate, was adorned with plump, round lips that often curled into a playful smile. "Has he put his raging member in your coochie?" she asked.

The room filled with tension as both sisters realized they were in a precarious situation. Saffy shook her head. "Nope. I kissed him though".

Sookie tossed her hip-length hair dramatically, emphasizing the meaty hourglass figure she took pride in. "So did I," she said.

Saffy blinked lazily, unfazed by the intensity in her sister's voice. She rolled over again on the bed, now propping her head up with one hand, looking almost bored. "He kissed my boobies," Saffy told her.

Sookie said, "Yeah, well... he kissed mine too. He said mine were the biggest he'd ever seen". Sookie's boobies were the biggest almost anyone had seen. Even now, her utterly gargantuan breasts, full and inviting, contributed to her overall allure, making her presence even more unforgettable.

As the sisters bickered, their voices escalated with frustration. "I got in the bathtub with him," said Saffy.

"I got in the shower with him, and he gave me a massage all over", said Sookie.

The room bristled with a strange mix of tension and rivalry as Saffy and Sookie's voices clashed, their words dripping with competitive spite. Neither seemed to fully grasp the gravity of what they were discussing, their sheltered upbringing warping their perception of right and wrong. Sookie walked over to the bed and sat beside Saffy, the creak of the mattress echoing in the tense silence. "Saffy, why is he always looking at Mr. Smith through his binoculars?"

Saffy furrowed her brow slightly. "Mr. Smith?"

"The rear neighbour," Sookie said, exasperated, like it should have been obvious. "You know, the mysterious one who never comes out of his house."

"Ohhh," Saffy said, nodding as if she suddenly understood. "At no.84? I asked him about that. He told me to stay away from that house. He said it wasn't a place for curious lil girls".

Sookie bit her lip, her gaze falling to the floor. "I think there's something else going on there."

Saffy raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She wanted to see where her sister was going with this. "What do you mean?"

Sookie leaned in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a whisper, though they were the only two in the room. Her beguiling eyes, a profound shade of brown, held a captivating allure that seemed to draw people in, making them feel as though they were the only ones in the room. "Do you think Mr. Hellebuck is... you know."

Saffy blinked, feigning ignorance. "No, what?"

"A homosexual," Sookie declared triumphantly, her expression serious as if she'd cracked some unspoken code.

Saffy said, "You mean like a dinosaur or whatever?"

"Saffy, you dumbnut! I'm talking about a man who does it with other men". Sookie, ever the protector, so often guided Saffy through the complexities of their sheltered existence, shielding her from the harsh realities beyond their doorstep.

Saffy replied, "Men do it with women, Sookie! God, now who's the dumbnut?"

But Sookie said, "No, I'm serious. I read about them. Men who have hot nasty intercourse with other men. They don't even like women. They're disgusted by them. Maybe Mr. Hellebuck is one of them".

Saffy's big, round brown eyes expanded. "Jeez Louise!" she said. There was a brief pause as Saffy absorbed the absurdity of the statement, her lips twitching as she fought back a giggle. "A... homosexual? Mr. Hellebuck?"

"Yes!" Sookie said, eyes wide, like she was explaining to a child. "It's the only thing that makes sense! Why else would he be so interested in Mr. Smith?"

Saffy could hardly contain herself now. Mr. Hellebuck, the tall, rugged handyman with his broad shoulders and easy smile, a homosexual? It was almost too much. But instead of laughing, she played along. "Wow, Sookie. I didn't know you were such a detective."

Sookie beamed at the compliment, oblivious to her sister's sarcasm. "I know, right? I just have this... sense about these things."

"Yeah," Saffy said.

That got Sookie thinking. "Oh my Gosh! So when him and me showered together, he really was just trying to save water. And he really was just trying to give me a relieving massage on my back and my shoulders and on my boobies and in my coochie".

"Aw! He's such a kind homosexual", Saffy said. "And when he took a bath with me, he wasn't horny at all, he was just trying to make sure I was clean".

Sookie agreed. "Right," she said, "and

But then Sookie remembered something. She said, "Wait, no. That can't be it. His raging member was hard the whole time. A man's raging member only gets hard when he's thinking about having hot nasty intercourse".

"Yeah, it was hard when we were in the bath together too," said Saffy.

"Maybe he was thinking about Mr. Smith's butthole," said Sookie. "Imagine he's in my shower, and he starts thinking about having hot nasty intercourse in Mr. Smith's butthole, so his raging member gets hard".

Saffy giggled at the absurdity of the conversation, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling with a dreamy smile. "I guess that could be it," she said. "Maybe his member's like a compass, pointing to what he wants." She snickered, amused by the ridiculous notion.

Sookie, on the other hand, was less entertained. She sat on the edge of the bed, frowning as she tried to piece it all together. The idea of Mr. Hellebuck being a homosexual didn't quite fit with the way he'd acted around them. The way he had touched her, kissed her, and whispered things that had made her blush didn't seem like the behavior of a man disinterested in women. "But Saffy," Sookie said slowly, "if he's a homosexual, why would he do all that stuff with us? The kissing and touching?" Her mind whirled with confusion. "That doesn't make sense, does it?"

"Maybe he's confused. Maybe he likes both." Saffy's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Or maybe he's just a really good teacher." She sat up, twirling a lock of her brown hair around her finger. "Sookie?"

"What?"

"I put his thing in my mouth".

"You did what?!"

Saffy giggled, her legs swinging lazily over the edge of the bed. "I put his thing in my mouth -his... his 'raging member'- and it was nice, and I swallowed all the evidence. Remind me, Sookie, have you put his thing in your mouth?".

"No".

"Have you swallowed his evidence?"

"No!" Sookie was lost in thought for a moment before her eyes lit up with another idea. "Dang it, Saffy! You know what I have to do, don't you?"

Saffy glanced up, her curiosity piqued. "What?"

Sookie finally stood up, her mind made up. "I have to seduce Mr. Hellebuck," she declared, as though it were the most logical course of action. "I'll show him that he doesn't have to be... you know, into men. He just hasn't met the right woman yet."

Saffy nearly choked on her own laughter but managed to suppress it just in time. She couldn't believe her sister's audacity--or stupidity. "You can't have sex with him, Sookie. Nanny Schmutz wants to marry us to someone rich and handsome. You gotta stay a virgin".

Nanny Schmutz was strict, old-fashioned, and had high hopes for her granddaughters. She was always pushing them to be proper young ladies, with expectations that they'd marry into wealth and status.

Sookie stopped in her tracks. Her eyes bulged as if she had just uncovered a grand conspiracy. "Wait, you know what this means, don't you?"

Saffy blinked in confusion, her lips pursed in thought. "No, what?"

Sookie stood tall, her mind made up. "It means I have to offer him my butthole".