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I Got You, Babe

By: clayboy



It was late summer; but still T shirt and shorts weather, and we were sitting on the wide front porch of our cabin by the lake. By we I mean Alice, my wife of 20 years, and her kid sister, Baby.

Her real name is Jenna, but she's been called Baby ever since I've known her, because she's 15 years younger than Alice. My father had one of those May-December second marriages, and Baby was the result. Genetically, therefore, they don't look much like sisters. Alice is short, just a smidge over five feet, and slender. Strawberry blond, with small, but still firm breasts and a cute butt that hasn't headed south. Still weighs the 105 pounds she presented me with on our wedding day. The result of tennis and will power.

Her sister is tall; I'd guess close to my five-eleven, and what you might call 'zaftig'. She could stand to lose the 30 pounds she put on after her divorce last Fall, but has the most magnificent breasts I've ever seen outside the professional world. Actually, I haven't seen them; but if packaging is any promise of product they are world class. I'm not one of those numbers and double letter guys; I put breasts in four classifications: flat, small, grapefruits, and disgusting. Baby is definitely a grapefruit gal.

Pendulous, with large nipples. This I know, because tonight she is wearing one of those crisscross tops that tie beneath the breasts, and isn't wearing a bra. Below that is a sarong style skirt printed with big hibiscus blossoms. She has long, dark hair and skin that tans to a cocoa brown in the sun. Stick a flower behind her ear and she could be one of those "welcome to Hawaii" gals that greet you with a lei, and yes, that's the correct spelling!

We were halfway through a second bottle of wine and somehow the conversation turned to 'first times.'

It was early evening; I was watching the bats feed on mosquitoes over the lake, and hadn't been really paying much attention. Until now.

Alice turned to me, saying, "I never told you this, did I? About the first time I did it?"

"Jack what's -his-name?" I said. Your high school sweetheart?"

"No; Jack was the first real lover I had, when I was a senior. No, the first time was with a kid named Bart Stern. He was young and I was younger." Alice looked over at her sister. "We'd ridden our bikes out past the old quarry, to pick blackberries. It was summer, hot, and Bart took of his shirt. So did I." 

Alice looked down at her breasts that were tenting the scoop neck blouse she wore. "They were even smaller then, just starting to announce themselves to the world. I was a Tomboy, and I too took off my shirt. No big deal." She leaned back in the porch rocker and laughed. "Except it certainly was a big deal, at least to Bart. His eyes just about popped out of his head. 

'What're you doin'?' he said.

"What?" I answered. "It's hot, you took off your shirt, I took off mine."

He kept staring at my chest. "Can I touch them?" he asked.

"Why would you want to do that?"

"You kiddin'? That's what guys do, wanna do, touch girls tits."

"Why?"

"I dunno; they just do. Maybe if I touch them, we'll find out why."

"O.K.," I said.

He put his hand on one of my breasts- I almost hesitate to use the word; 'bumps' would be more descriptive! "So soft," he said, and lightly pinched what would someday become a nipple. An electric shock arced from my breast down to my crotch.

"Hey!" I said, and he took his hand away. "No, it's O.K.; touch the other one." Same result! I put my hand between my legs and squeezed my thighs tight. Some very strange things were going on in my young body.

Alice leaned forward and touched her sister on the knee. "You gotta remember, Baby; this was before the Internet and videos and porno mags. Kids were pretty uninformed in those days." She turned to me. "Right, Dave?"

I laughed. "Too right! I remember the furor that Playboy caused when they published their first crotch shot."

"Yeah, and Bart wasn't exactly a man of the world. As I was soon to find out, this was the first time he'd done any of this."

Baby let her eyes slowly close, opened them halfway as some personal memory surfaced into her consciousness. She threw one leg over the other, giving me a glimpse of tanned thigh. "What do you mean by 'this'?" she said with a smile.

Alice smiled back, shook her head, remembering. "I touched his nipple, said, 'Do you feel anything?'

"What do you mean?" Bart asked.

"Down there," I said, pointing.

"Oh, uh, yeah; I mean, sorta. But not from you touching me on my chest. Can I kiss you?" Suave guy.

"I'd kissed a couple of boys before, at a middle school dance one time, and it didn't seem to be a big deal." 

"So", Baby asked, "you kissed him?"

"Oh, yeah! I guess Bart had had some practice in the process, because next thing I know his tongue was halfway down my throat. I felt his dick swelling in his jeans. Curious, I slid my hand down to his crotch. I'd seen dicks before; we'd go skinny dipping at the quarry at night. Only those dicks were these shriveled up little things; more like cocktail wieners than cocks. "Take it out," I said. "I wanna see it!"

Bart unzipped his jeans, pushed them down, fumbled his cock and balls over the waistband of his jockey shorts. Hard as a railroad spike and just as big. Five full inches of manhood. I touched it. It jumped.

"Now show me yours," he said.

I thought for a moment, then said, "O.K." Seemed fair enough; besides, I was kind of hot down there; maybe taking off my shorts would be a good idea. Little did I know!"

I dropped my shorts around my ankles and peeled my panties down. Bart put his hand on my hairless pussy. It was wet; sweat and that juice I make when I play with myself. He slipped a finger in me. I wrapped my hand around his cock, gave it a tug. White stuff shot out, landed on the grass. Bart was pretty quick on the trigger, but then I guess most young guys are.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Jizz," he said. "It's what makes babies, when it gets inside of you. Don't you know nothin', girl?"

Of course I knew the details of conception and procreation, from health class. Only health class didn't have a lab session, like I was having with Bart Stern, out there in the abandoned orchard, past the quarry.

His dick deflated like a balloon the morning after New Year's Eve. His seminal fluid was sticky on my fingers. His finger was still in my vagina, parting my labia as it pressed against my hymen. I'd gotten an 'A' in health class.

"Don't do that; it hurts," I said.

"What? You still cherry?"

"Of course I'm still cherry, you asshole! I'm just a kid, for God's sake!"

He took his finger out. "Sorry. I guess you don't want to do it, then?"

"What do you mean, 'do it'?" I asked. Coyly.

"You know. . ."

"Say it!"

"Fuck. Do you want me to fuck you?"

I, uhm; well. . .Yeah. It's time to get this over with, get past this virgin thing. Your finger got me kind of excited down there; that and the kissing. Only your willie is soft now."

Bart grinned, said, "Give it a minute, it'll get stiff again. Hell, put you hand back on it, it'll get stiff in a second!"

I did and it did. "Now, how do we go about this?"

Bart kicked off his shoes and pants and underwear. I did the same. "I guess you lay down and spread your legs and I'll stick this in you."

"You GUESS? You mean you don't KNOW?"

"Well, not actually, no. But my brother's got this deck of cards, and from the pictures on them, it looks pretty much like that how it's done. Unless you want to put it in your mouth."

"Uhg! No thank you." I lay down in the grass, naked as a jaybird. Spread my legs. Bart kneeled between them, bent his dick down, pressed it into my vagina.

"Damn! Your cunt's tight!" he said.

"It's brand new and I'm nervous. I think maybe you should kiss me some, first."

He leaned forward, his dick still at the entrance to my newly named cunt, and pressed his chest on mine. Pressed his lips on mine. Pressed his tongue on mine. I tingled all over.

Bart began to thrust into me. I felt a tearing pain and cried out. "Bart! Stop! That hurts like hell."

He took his dick out, looked down. "Oh shit!" he said. "It's all bloody!"

"Yeah, I read about that, in health class. Don't worry about it. Put it back in."

"You sure? It's kind of gross."

No, it's not, I thought. But then guys don't bleed down there every month. The pain was gone and it began to feel good. Real good, as he plunged in and out. Thirty seconds later he pulled out, grabbed his cock, and jerked it, sending a spurt of semen-jizz-onto my stomach.

"What the HELL did you do that for?" I yelled.

"So's I don't have to marry you, girl.That stuff makes you pregnant."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot. Well, you got the feelin' twice, and I didn't get off yet. Put your finger back down there and play with me until I tell you to stop."

He did, and I did. Tell him to stop, I mean. Not only did Bart not know how to fuck, he didn't know how to finger a girl to orgasm. Of course it wasn't until I started going with Jack, and we started screwing, that I learned all that Bart didn't know. He was just a kid, too. I used my own fingers to bring myself up and over the brink, as Bart watched with keen interest. I think we both learned a lot that day, 'picking blackberries'."

Alice poured the rest of the wine in our glasses, then went into the cabin for another bottle. Baby sat across from me, the lake behind her, her chair tipped back against the railing. Her feet were up on the lower chair rail, her knees apart. She flapped her skirt, blew air out of her mouth. "Whew! Hot story!"

"She never told you about her first time?"

"No; besides, when would she? She did ol' Bart two years before I was born. By the time I was old enough to talk about sex with Big Sis, you guys were married and living two states away. I gotta go pee. When Alice gets back I got a big surprise for her!"

"What surprise?" Alice said, coming through the doorway with a fresh bottle of merlot.

"Tell ya when I get back!" Baby laughed and disappeared into our small cabin. 10x20 living/dining/kitchen with a fireplace for heat, and two tiny bedrooms, separated by a bath in the back. The porch was the biggest 'room' in the place.

Alice finished the last of the wine in her glass, then refilled from the new bottle. "What's this 'surprise' she talked about?"

"Haven't a clue." I drained my glass, held it out for more. I had a nice after dinner buzz, and was looking forward bedding Alice before too long. Little did I know!

Baby came back out and did the wine glass thing. She laughed, looked at her sister. I think she was a little buzzed, too.

"What?" Alice said.

"My first time was with Bart Stern's son!"

"No!"

Yeah, uh huh; my senior prom." She closed her eyes, took a sip of wine. "End of May. Prom was in the gym-where else! Some dumb band and one of those mirrored balls that throw lights all over the walls. I had a strapless gown that showed off my boobs and red high heels. I felt like Audrey what's her name in 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'. In reality we were a bunch of hicks from a small upstate town whose entertainment options were the bowling alley or miniature golf."

"Hey!" Alice said. "I have fond memories of that town!"

"Yeah, and how is it that you never managed to come back home, after college?" 

"Good point. So, you and Bart's kid, huh? Prom night. How romantic! He was your date?"

"No, actually I went with another guy; I can't even remember his name. He was a football player and threw up a six pack all over his rented tux. His main attribute was he was taller'n me. Anyway I'd kept my wine coolers down, and Carl offered to drive me home. He didn't have a date; something about her being sick or something. I can't remember. He was always nice, but shy. Quiet. Didn't do sports or any of the school clubs. Didn't really hang with any of those guy groups, either. I halfway thought he might be gay." Baby drained her glass and put it behind her on the porch railing. "Boy, was I wrong!"

Alice clapped her hands. "Yeah? Come on, dish it!"

Baby looked at me. "You O.K. with this, Dave? Not offending you, are we, with all these tales of passion?"

I sipped my wine, gave her what I hoped was a sophisticated look. "You'll have to top Alice's story by a good bit to make these ears red!"

I think she may have taken that as a challenge, because she leaned forward and rested her forearms on her thighs. The cleavage in the fading light was a dark canyon that hinted at hidden treasure. "Yeah? Well, like I said, Carl offered to take me home. He had an old pickup truck; I think it was from the Fifties, but he'd really fixed it up. Not restored, exactly, but not a hot rod, either. Deep red paint that looked black in the night. Chrome wheels and an engine that sounded a lot more powerful than the original. And one of those shifters that come up out of the floor. 'Four on the floor' he called it. I remember it had a bench seat, not separate ones, like today. I got in and he fired up the engine. After a bit I shivered and scootched over closer to him. 

"Cold?" he asked.

"Yeah, some. This dress was fine at five o'clock, but now it's a bit chilly. I should have brought a shawl."

Carl smiled and put his arm around me, pulled me closer. "Better?" he asked.

"Uhm hmm," I said, leaning against him. Carl was shorter than me; well, hell: who wasn't! I was 5'8" in eighth grade, towered over even the guys. And by the time I went to the Prom my boobs were the second biggest in our class of 87 kids, 51 of them girls. So, I kind of stood out, in every way. But, back to Carl. Like I said, he was a couple of inches shorter than me, and slender. Wiry, I guess you'd say. I'd seen him in a T shirt and gym shorts a couple of times at PE class. He had the physique of a long distance runner, only we didn't have track. Just the big 3- football, basketball, and baseball. He had black hair, deep brown eyes, a crooked smile that gave him a sardonic look. I don't think I'd passed three sentences with him in the eighteen years we'd spent in the same small town. Kind of funny, when you think about it. Less than a hundred kids the same age, in a town of 2000 people. You'd think we would have interacted more. Only, we were like two big gears, slowly turning, the teeth only meshing once every couple of years."

"The heater will warm up in a couple of minutes." He turned on the radio; one of the oldies stations. 'Come on Baby, Light my Fire'. Jim sang: 'couldn't get much higher.'

"No rush," I said. "I'm already warming up, what with those wine coolers, the Doors, and your arm".

He turned and kissed me. I kissed him back. He let his right hand slide to the top of my breast. Just let it sit there; no grabbing or pawing. NOT what I'd been used to! Pretty soon I was more than warm enough, and our tongues were dueling.

There was drunken laughter and an empty beer can landed in the bed of his truck. Somebody stood on the rear bumper and started bouncing his truck up and down. Carl let go of me, looked in the rearview mirror, grabbed the floor shifter and pulled it back. He popped the clutch and we shot forward. I turned and looked out the rear window. A guy was sitting on his ass in the school parking lot, giving us the finger. Four or five other guys were laughing at him.

"Ain't that a dose of ice water!" I said.

"Uhm hmm," Carl replied. "Probably just as well we didn't go any further." He shifted from second into third, letting his hand-accidentally?- touch my knee.

I put my left hand inside his right leg, stroked the smooth fabric of his tux. "Yeah. . ." I answered. Just as well. . ."

"You remember, Alice," Baby said, "The high school was only a couple miles from our house, so I was home way to soon." She picked up her glass and handed it to Alice for a refill. I could hardly see her in the dark.

"So that's it?" I asked, clearly disappointed. "That was your 'first time'?"

Baby laughed. "No, Dave, that was Chapter One. It gets better!"

"Well, hit the pause button, then," I said. "Because it's my turn to use the facilities." I was glad of the darkness as I felt my way into the cabin, because I was sporting wood. The sound of Baby's sensuous voice, out there in the dark, telling us about what had happened in that equally dark pick up truck had turned me on. I clicked on the kitchen light and went into the bathroom. Bent my boner over the toilet and let go. Wondered why all of the bodily functions-pissing, crapping, sneezing, farting-felt so good. Almost as good as the Ultimate Function. I laughed to myself. Yeah, I definitely has a buzz on.

When I got back out to the porch the two sisters had their heads together, giggling.

"Yo, Yo! Whassup, peeps?" I said in my best rapper voice.

They both laughed. Alice said, "Whassup is you're a fifty two year old white dude, Dave! And I be yo' bitch!"

I settled back into my chair beside my wife and looked at the silhouette of my sister. "So you got home too soon," I said, prompting her. "Then what?"

"Yeah, I got home; and, as I was to discover in the not to distant future, things started to look up. Carl, gentleman that he was, walked me up to the front door. At least I'd get a nice goodnight kiss, I thought. And then I saw the note.

Baby-

12:15 A.M.

Jim Beldman called; his mare is about to foal, 

there seems to be some trouble.

He can't get hold of the vet, and 

asked me to come over and help. 

I'll probably be there 'till the wee 

small hours. Hope your prom went well.

Love,

Dad.

"You want to come in for a while?" I asked Carl.

The right corner of his mouth curled up in a little smile. "Why not?"

I raided the 'fridge for one of Dad's beers, and a Coke for myself. Those wine coolers still had me a little woozy, and I somehow knew that I wanted my wits about me that night. We sat on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, drinking. I got up, turned on the stereo; same oldies station that Carl had in his truck. CCR, Rollin' on the River. Proud Mary. I kicked off those red high heels, a little self conscious that they made me so much taller than Carl. I held out my hand to him. We danced. 'Big wheel turnin'. The song ended and the station went to commercial and we went at each other. Again, dueling tongues. I put my hands on his hips and pulled him close. He put his hands around my waist and ditto. His hand snaked up my back, touched the tab of my zipper, snaked back down. He stepped back. Gravity did its thing, and my strapless dress fell, a dark pool around my ankles. Bra and panties. Red, like the dress. Carl sighed, took in the view. "Join me?" I said.

He unclipped his bowtie, took off the cummerbund thing. Started to work on the shirt studs. "Damn," he said. "First time I ever wore these things." He blushed, cute as hell."My mom had to help me put then in."

"Well, here then, let Baby help you take them out." He kicked off his shoes as I worked on his shirt. Between the two of us he was in socks and boxers in nothing flat. And then he was in nothing, and most assuredly NOT flat.

I'd sneaked peaks at Dad's stash under his bed. Size wise Carl could have most definitely held his own against those studs. As to performance; well, I hadn't a clue. Yet.

Carl stepped into me, held me, kissed me. His cock stood straight up, hard against my belly. I reached down, caressed it with a free hand. His one hand went to my breast, the other behind my back, searching for the clasp. I broke from the kiss. "It's in the front," I said. And so it was. The bra joined my dress on the floor.

Once again Carl stood back and looked at me. "You're WAY overdressed," he said, and kneeled, pulling my panties down. And off. His hands came back up, slowly, slowly, inside my ankles, back of my calves, back of my thighs. He ran out of leg, lifted my ass cheeks, took his fingers out of the warm space. Came around front. Put his thumbs back in. Caressed the mound of my pussy. Used his fingers to open me up. My legs trembled. His tongue found my clit. I put both hands on the back of his head, pulled him against me. His hands went back to my ass, my hips, my waist, up, up, up, until his hands were above his head, and reached my breasts. He lifted them, took my eager nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolled them."


I Got You, Babe Ch. 02



I followed my sister back into our cabin, winced at the brightness of the lighting inside. Alice was washing the glasses at the sink; Baby sprawled against one corner of the sofa, facing the fireplace, long legs stretched out, head back. I came up behind Alice, put my hands on her hips and nuzzled her ear. Whispered, "You about ready for bed? I could screw a snake, somebody'd hold its head!"

She dried her hands, turned into me. Draped her arms over my shoulders, looked up into my eyes. "But, Davie dear; we're not done out here yet!"

"What?"

"You haven't told us about YOUR first time!" She took my hand, led me to the sofa, and nestled herself in at the opposite end from her sister. "Dave? Build a fire. And then turn out the lights."

My Boy Scout skills deserted me. I couldn't remember if the kindling went on top of the logs, or vice versa. Oh; and paper and matches were somehow involved, right?

I finally had a trio of pine logs crackling in the fireplace, sending flickering rays of light dancing around the cabin. I killed the lights. Alice patted the sofa cushion between them. "Sit," she commanded. 

The space between the two sisters seemed incredibly tight. I can't be THAT fat, I thought, wedging myself between them. Baby's left breast was warm against my right arm. Alice put her right hand on my left knee. "Tell us," she whispered. Baby touched my cheek. "Yeah," she cooed. "Tell us!"

I let out a deep sigh. Suddenly cold sober and very horny. It dawned on me that we were playing some kind of game; that explained the giggles and whispers earlier, on the porch. O.K. Two can play this. "The first time, you asked? Let's see . . .Mom and Dad used to send me to my grandparent's for two weeks every summer, while they went off on vacation; alone. A second honeymoon for them, and heaven for me. Spoiled rotten-stay up as late as I wanted, new baseball gloves and ice cream ‘till I barfed. Anyway, the next door neighbor's daughter, Annette Johnson, was my first. . ."

"Yeah? Go on. . ."

"I was five, and Annette was a VERY experienced six year old. She got me nekkid, poured pond water on my willie, told me that her lying on top of me was how babies were made. I didn't entirely believe that, but it made my little dick stiff and I tingled down there. Same sensation, incidentally, that I could get by shinnying up a tree!"

"Fuck you!"

" Asshole!" 

I don't know who said which, and they both pummeled me.

"What!?" I said.

"Maybe you don't understand ‘first time', you dope. ‘First time' means the first time you penetrated a vagina with your miserable little penis and had an orgasm. Now: search your memory banks!"

"Oh, THAT'S what you mean! Well; we'll have to fast forward, about, oh, thirteen, fourteen years. I was a senior-not as precocious as you two. I had a summer job with a lawn and garden guy. He'd drop me, a mower, and a weed whacker someplace, pick me up four hours later. Pay me twenty bucks, charge the owner fifty." I kicked off my shoes, stretched my legs out. 

"Yeah?" someone asked.

"koo koo ka choo, Mrs. Robinson," I said.

Alice moved her hand from my knee to my thigh. Squeezed. "I don't think you ever told me this story. Who was Mrs. Robinson?"

"Mrs. Robinson was Mrs. Kirshbaum. Owner of the place I was supposed to mow. Which I did; quarter acre of grass surrounding an in-ground pool. Flower beds flanking a cabana and terrace; three steps up toward the house. The whole back yard enclosed by a high privacy fence.

It was hot as hell and I had my shirt off; draped over a chaise by the pool. I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye, looked up at the second floor of the Tudor house. Someone was watching me from the half shadows of a leaded glass window. A tall, slim figure, dressed in a black caftan. She; it was definitely a she, watched as I pushed the mower back and forth, circling, closer to the pool.

My boss had emphasized that I do a neat job at this place; the owner was strict. No weeds missed in the flowerbeds, no grass clippings in the pool. So I killed the mower after the final circle around the pool, grabbed the skimmer net, and started getting grass clippings off the surface before they reached the filter. Hot, hot, hot. Sweat dripped off my nose. I knelt at the edge of the pool, leaned over the tile coping, scooped a double handful of chlorine scented water up, splashed my face.

A foot touched my ass, pushed me forward into the cool water. I surfaced, sputtering. "What the HELL?" I kicked, used my arms to keep me afloat. The caftan woman from the window stood at the edge of the pool, hands on her slim hips.

"What are doing in my pool, BOY? You're not my POOLBOY!"

"What? You pushed me in!"

"Don't make excuses! Get out!"

I swam to the steps, climbed out, dripping water on the warm bricks. "Go in the cabana and take off those wet clothes!" My shoes squished as I made my way into the little bungalow. I stripped down to my jockey shorts, grabbed one of those big fluffy towels, and started to dry myself. Scared shitless; what the hell was going on here? A shadow fell across the floor. I looked up. Caftan woman stood in the doorway. "I SAID take off your CLOTHES!" She pointed at my sodden briefs. I pulled them down, using the big towel to conceal my shriveled dick. Tossed the underwear on the rest of my clothing.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I-I guess you're the lady who owns this place."

"I'm Eva Kirshbaum. It's German. It means cherry tree. You can call me Madam." She looked about fifty. Black hair, black eyes. Red lips. Very white skin; what I could see of it not covered by the long caftan.

"Yes, Madam," I said. "Why did you push me in your pool?"

"Look at you! You're naked!" she said, as though that answered my question. Actually, I soon found out that it did. "Do you know what a Sadist is?"

"Uh, no, I don't think so."

"Oh, so stupid!" She clapped her hands once. "Do you know what a Masochist is?"

I shook my head. 

"A Sadist gives pain; a Masochist takes it. A Masochist asked a Sadist to hit her. The sadist said, "NO!" The masochist said, "THANK YOU!"

I gave her a puzzled look as I tried to figure out the various ramifications of her statement.

"It's a JOKE, Boy! What's your name?"

"Dave, Dave-"

"I will call you Boy!"

"Yes, Madam."

Come here, Boy!" I crossed to the doorway. "Drop the towel. NOW!" I let it fall to the floor. My dick shriveled another half size. My balls tried to climb to safety inside. "Hit me!" she said.

"What?" I asked, bewildered. POW! Her hand shot out and slapped my cheek. Hard. I saw stars.

"I said HIT ME!" I gave her cheek a halfhearted slap, wondering how I could grab my soaking wet clothes and somehow escape from this lunatic. Her other hand slapped the other side of my face. The cabana was becoming a planetarium. "HARDER!" she said, and I gave her a good one. "AGAIN!" she said, and I did. Thankfully, she didn't reciprocate. "Very good! You are learning to follow directions. Now, take off my caftan."

I stooped and lifted the hem up, over her head. She raised her arms and I pulled it off. She was completely naked underneath. Her breasts were small, her nipples were big. And red. She must have put lipstick on them. I felt my dick begin to stir. She had a narrow waist, hip bones that stuck out. Her pussy was shaved bare. I felt my cock begin to lengthen. "Follow me!" she said. Went out into the sun. She led me to the freshly mown grass. "You're a dog, Boy! Get down on your hands and knees!" Very good! Now, circle the tree." I gave her a puzzled look. "Kirshbaum! Cherry tree!" I crawled around her bare legs. "Very good! Now, what do dogs do to trees, Boy?"

"Uh, pee on them?"

"Yes! Pee on the tree, dog." 

I looked at Alice, who was staring at me, her mouth open. I winked at her. "Girls can pee in that position, but guys can't; at least they can't by lifting their leg and trying to piss on a crazy woman." Baby giggled. Alice laughed.

So I said to Mrs. Cherry Tree, "Madam, I can't." 

She stalked off to the cabana, came back with a watering can she'd filled at the pool. "Get up, Boy!" She tilted the watering can, sending a shower on my feet. "Think water! Think of Niagara Falls! Water the cherry tree!" It worked; My bladder exploded and I sent a golden shower on her feet, legs. Began to get the hang of this sadomasochism thing. I lifted my dick higher, hosed down her thighs, her hairless pussy. She turned, ran to the pool, dived in. Dolphin kicked underwater, surfaced at the shallow end. "What are you waiting for? Get in here!" I followed her example. I surfaced in front of her, stood, our waists under water. She wrapped her arms around me, plunged her tongue into my mouth. I started to stiffen.

She broke the kiss. "How long can you hold your breath?"

"Wh-wh-what?" She dropped beneath the surface, guided my cock into her mouth. I'd gotten a couple of blow jobs before, but not in this sort of situation! She came up for air. "Now, let's see how long you can stay down while you are going down!" She spread her legs and put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me down. Her hairless pussy shimmered in front of my eyes. I reached out, clasped her buttocks, pulled her against my face. My tongue explored her. Tasted salt and chorine. An hour later I shot to the surface, gulped for air! 

"Divine!" she said, and disappeared beneath the surface. Her warm mouth engulfed my rock hard cock. Too soon she was up and I went back down. I felt her outer lips-labia?- (I took Shop, not Health)- become engorged with blood and she grabbed my ears and ground her cunt against my face. My lungs were bursting, I struggled to get free. Just as I was about to panic, she released me and I shot to the surface. She had a dazed look on her face and a dreamy smile on her lips. After a moment she sucked in a great gulp of air and went back down. This time her tongue was frantic and I blew great gobs of cum into her mouth. She surfaced and I fell back into the water, unable to stand. Wow!

We climbed out of the pool and toweled off. She led me, naked, into the house, where she tossed my clothes and sneakers in the drier. She lit a cigarette and poured us both a glass of icy cold white wine. We sat at the kitchen table, waiting for my clothes to dry. "So," she asked, blowing a plume of smoke above my head, "What are you? A Sadist or a Masochist?"

I thought about it for a bit, then looked her in the eye, and smiled. "A little bit of both?"

She threw her head back and laughed and laughed and laughed."

I turned to Alice and smiled. Her eyes were wet with tears. She pressed her mouth against mine, crushing my lips with hers. She knew the real story- a scared shitless eighteen year old PFC, paying a Saigon B girl five bucks for a quick suck'n'fuck.

Baby put her hand on my thigh, squeezed. "Holy samoly! You sure out-weirded my first time by a long shot. Getting eaten under water sounds really kinky! Speaking of which-under water, I mean- I'm gonna go take a shower." 

As she left the room Alice kissed me again and put her hand on the bulge in my trousers. "You horny little rascal! Was it my sister's story or your piece of fiction that grew this lump?"

"It was sitting here in the dark with two gorgeous gals."

"Yeah, right. Thanks, by the way, for not telling Baby about your real first time, in ‘Nam. She's pretty fucked up, still, from her divorce. Love a guy for three years in college, go down on him, let him screw your butt, marry him, and six months later he tells you he's queer!" Alice took her hand away from my crotch, looked into my eyes. "I mean it, Dave, Baby's really screwed up. She's been trying to keep it hidden all week, but she broke down yesterday and cried, told me that she hated men, wanted to try lesbian sex. Don't give me that look! No with ME, you dope!" She leaned over and sucked my earlobe, massaged the back of my neck. Anyway, I came up with an idea- that's what those ‘first time' stories were all about, by the way. My way of priming the pump. Dave, I want you to give my kid sister a ‘mercy fuck.'

I turned and looked at her. "Are you out of your MIND?"

"Dave, I've had sex with, oh, about six or seven guys; none since we got married. And you're absofuckinglutely the best ever! Gentle, tender, loving. You know all the right bases to touch, and when to touch them. If you'll do this for my sister, for ME, well. . .I'll owe you, BIG time!"

She smiled at me. The reddish glow of the firelight illuminated her face. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. "Does. . . does Baby know about this plan of yours?"

Alice nodded. "We talked about it, after dinner. I assured her I was O.K. with this; sharing you. I know you love me as much as I love you. I know there's no danger here to our marriage."

I thought about that for a moment. I knew she was right; screwing a young and beautiful woman would be fun, physically, but I'd known Baby long enough to be sure that I had no real attraction to her. Although I wasn't about to tell that to Alice. Baby's emotions had to be in turmoil right now, and I was certainly filled with a bunch of conflicting feelings about cuckolding my wife by fucking her sister. I thought that Alice needed a little uncertainty about the situation. "Danger?" I asked, with a smile. I don't know. . ." I caught a brief flicker of anxiety in her face.

"What-"

"O.K., Alice," I said. "I'll do it. For you. For Baby. I'll be nervous as hell; I've never even thought about cheating on you, all these years. I remember a quote, ages ago, by Paul Newman. He was talking about extra marital affairs-you know he's been married to Joanne Woodward for like a century. Anyway, he said ‘why go out for hamburger when you have steak at home?' Well, you're my little filet mignon!" I kissed her, hugged her tight. "I'll do it, Alice," I whispered in her ear. "But only if you'll watch!" I felt her tense, and she broke from the embrace.

"No way!"

"Yes way! Think about it; we're doing this together, for Baby. Besides, I bet you'll find it a mind blowing turn-on!"

"You think? But what about Baby?"

"Baby gets us both, or she doesn't get anything at all. Besides, if she's as messed up as you say, having Big Sis there should reassure her."

Baby appeared in the doorway, backlit from the bathroom light. "What's gonna reassure me?" She was wearing a terry cloth robe, brushing her long, dark hair. Her tanned skin was a stark contrast against the white robe.

I stood, walked to her, kissed her forehead. "Alice will tell you. I'm gonna grab a quick shower."

"Make it a COLD one!" Alice yelled with a laugh.

I stripped, showered, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went into our bedroom. What to wear? Black silk boxer shorts and a knee length light cotton robe covered me enough to be modest, while allowing me to get naked in a flash. I went back out to the living room. They were sitting on the sofa, quietly talking. I grabbed the big overstuffed easy chair and positioned it beside the fireplace. Tossed on a couple of fresh logs. "Alice, sit over here, please," I said.

"The bedroom-"

"No, not the bedroom. Think about it; the sanctity of the marriage bed, and all the baggage that entails. Besides, there's not really enough room in there for the three of us to be comfortable. And the guest room and its single bed are out of the question. No, it's here, on the sofa."

I moved to the kitchen area, opened the ‘fridge, rummaged in the back of the top shelf. Took out the bottle of champagne that I had bought to celebrate the Fourth, while we watched fireworks light the sky above the lake. It had poured rain on the Fourth and the fireworks and the champagne had been canceled. Every cloud has a silver lining! I got three crystal champagne flutes-well, three jelly glasses-from the cupboard. We were, after all, at a fairly primitive summer cabin, not a chalet with servants! I popped the cork, filled the glasses, and handed them out. I raised mine, saluting the two lovely women. "To us," I said, and drank.

I put my empty glass beside the bottle on the end table, sat beside Baby on the sofa. Put my hand on her cheek, turned her face to mine. "Are you sure about this?"

She nodded. "Uh huh. It's been four years since I've had real, honest to God enjoyable sex with anyone. I want to erase the asshole from my hard drive. I want you to take me back to when it was good, Dave."

I took the glass from her hand, put it beside mine. Kissed her. Slipped my hand inside her robe. Cupped one of those incredible breasts. She kissed me back. I felt her nipple harden against my palm. I let it slip between my first and middle fingers, squeezed it, lifted it.

"Mmmm," she said into my mouth. Squirmed. I released her breast, used my hands to push the robe from her shoulders, then untied the sash. Maintained the mouth to mouth. She shrugged her arms out of the robe. I pushed the sleeves, the collar across the back of the sofa. Her tanned body sat naked on the terrycloth. Her legs parted.

I touched the outside of her mound with my thumb, circled it through the curly dark hair. Turned my hand sideways, let the tips of my fingers touch her moistness. Slipped all four of them an inch in, between her lips, top to bottom. My forefinger found her stiffening clitoris. Replaced my finger with my thumb. Let the fingers slide another inch deeper into her. I slowly rotated my wrist right to left, left to right, screwing her, loosening her. She put her arms around my neck, pulled my face tight against hers, thrust her tongue into my mouth. Ran it beneath my upper lip, back and forth across my teeth. I felt my cock swell, tried some of that mind control stuff. Failed miserably.

She broke from our kiss, gulped air, and said, "Oh, GOD!" Grabbed my busy hand with both of hers and froze it tight in her. I knew to stop, let the big wave crash over her, let her ride it to the beach. She panted, shook her head from side to side, long damp hair flailing, sobbed, yelled sounds that were not words. She drifted in the shallow waters as the wavelets lapped the beach. She opened her eyes. "Thank you, Dave." She looked at her sister, sitting beside the fire. Drew a deep breath. "Thank you both!"

I got up, took off my robe, my shorts. My cock stood straight out at a 90 degree angle. I walked over to my wife, kissed her. "I love you, very, very much," I said. I refilled her glass, then the other two. Gave one to Baby. Sat beside her, drank. "You ready for more?" I asked.

She took a deep breath, a sip, nodded her head. Yes. More."

I knelt and caressed the insides of her thighs. Lightly ran my tongue up and down her slit. Moved my face into her, licked, sucked. Did what Carl had done, so many years ago; put my hands above my head, on her breasts, teased her hard nipples.

She shook her head, violently. "NO!" she shouted, pushed me away from her sopping bush. She stood up, grabbed my face. "No! I want to suck on your cock. I want to feel you in my mouth!" She dropped to her knees in front of me, fisted me, took the head in her mouth, worried it with the frenzy of a terrier on a rat. My cock's pretty normal, I guess; certainly not of porn star proportions-although Alice says it's thicker than the handful of others she's experienced. I looked down at Baby's lips, stretched around the end of my cock, felt her tongue swirling, watched her hand jacking the shaft at the speed of light. She began making those Baby noises, unintelligible sounds, humming around my cock. For the past two hours my penis had been in a state of semi erection, and it didn't take much to push me over the top. Too soon I exploded and she took me in even further; I felt her swallow, saw my semen leak from her lips. She stood and let me taste myself.

Alice appeared with a warm washcloth, cleaned Baby's face, her breasts, my cock. She kissed me, went back to her chair."More," she said.




I Got You, Babe Ch. 02



I poured more champagne, handed her the glass. She shook her head. "More sex," she said, pointing at her sister. "With her!"

I laughed. "Give me a break, sweetheart! I just came. I can't get it up that fast."

Alice unbuttoned her blouse, tweaked her nipples. "Make him hard, Baby! Dance that cock stiff!"

I was seeing a side of my wife that I had not known about. Baby stood in front of me and did a slow, hip swiveling gyration, leaned forward at the waist and let her pendulous breasts swing and sway. Turned, and parted her ass cheeks, bent and looked back at me between her legs.

Alice appeared next to me, her blouse gone. "Look at her CUNT, Dave! I bet you'd like to shove your COCK up her steaming CUNT, right, Dave? Or maybe you'd like to put it in her ASSHOLE! Would you like to do that, Dave? FUCK my sister up the ASS?" She wrapped her hand around my rapidly thickening cock and used her skillful fingers to bring me back to life. "He's hard now, BITCH!" Use that COCK to FUCK yourself!"

I stepped behind Baby, and she reached back, guided me into her from behind. Braced her hands on her knees as I rammed into her. "Deeper!" she said. "Put it in deeper!" I held her hips and thrust. Second time around, I can go all night. Baby began to whimper. "Deeper, Dave, deeper deeper deeper. . ."

I pulled out and she cried. "That's as deep as I can go, in that position, Baby. Turn around." She did. "Sit on the sofa." She did. "Pull your legs up against your breasts." I watched in astonishment as she grabbed her ankles and locked them behind her neck. 

Baby laughed. "Never in your wildest dreams, right Dave?" Alice came over for a closer look.

"My God, Dave! I gotta try that. Look at her! She's totally open! Can I put you in?" Before I could say yes or no Alice wrapped her hand around my cock and guided me into her sisters gaping cunt. It was wet and slippery and I plunged to her cervix, ground my groin against her crotch. It was a pretty tight fit; I could feel her clit riding my cock as I went in and out.

"Yes!" she yelled, "Yes! Fuck me, Dave; fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuckkkkkmeeeee!" I pummeled her pussy. "Oh, God; Davie, Davie, Davie, I'm coming again! AH AH AH!" I guess I was wrong about that second-time-all-night thing. I came to a boil and shot what felt like several gallons deep into her. A teaspoon or two, anyway. I leaned forward against her body, tongued her mouth, helped her remove her feet from behind her head. Stretched her out on the couch, knelt over her, held her against me while she sobbed; both of us sweaty, wrung out, totally spent. Alice came back with another warm washcloth. "You O.K., Baby?" she asked with concern.

"Tears of joy, Big Sis, tears of joy." 



I Got You, Babe



Baby's voice drifted across in the darkness. "You're so right, Big Sis! There's a hard wired connection between your nips and your puss." I could see Baby's hand, bunching the fabric of her dress between her legs. Alice reached over and squeezed my hand, pulled it onto her lap. Between her legs. I squeezed her though her skirt.

"I came, let a flood gush into Carl's face, yanked his hair. I think I actually saw stars! He stood up and led me, stumbling, to the sofa, sat me down. Held me. I was crying. Stupid me!

He didn't say anything, just held me while I came back to this planet. Finally I wiped my eyes, looked at him, sniffled, snot rolling down my upper lip. "God, Carl! I've gotten myself off before, but it was never like that!"

He wiped my mouth with his hand, tasted my salty nasal drip. "Never had anyone tongue your pussy?" he asked. "I find that hard to believe, with your looks and your bod."

"This may come as a shock to you, Carl, but I've never done much of anything with anybody. Either they're complete jerks; think you caress a woman with the same technique you use to Simonize your car. Or, the ones that show some promise, aren't interested in me. It's like they are afraid of me."

Carl nodded. "Yeah, a lot-most-guys are afraid to approach a really good looking girl. Figure she's gonna say no way, loser; or else she's already going with some dude way cooler than they are." He touched my lower lip with his thumb, gently tugged it away from my teeth. "I know that was my case."

"You? I didn't think you even knew I existed! I never could figure you out. Still can't! Enigma Man."

"Ah, a man of mystery! Actually, just an insecure high school student with little talent and less experience."

"Well, I don't know. . .You sure brought me off like a porn star. Speaking of which, your poor dick must be ready to explode!" I looked down at it, still standing at attention. "How is it that you didn't come? The couple of guys I've fooled around with shot off as soon as I touched their bone."

He wiggled his fingers in front of my face. "Woo eeee wooo. Mind control."

"No, seriously!"

"Not mumbo jumbo, but it is mind control. Like, who's in charge-my dick or my brain? Unlike most guys, I decided to let each organ do what it does best. Watch this." He looked down at his dick and it began to wilt, until it was pointed at the floor.

"Wha. . ." My mouth hung open.

"You like it better that way?"

"NO!"

Carl laughed. "O.K., how's this?" He closed his eyes. Like a cobra rising from its basket, Carl's cock came back to life. "Now, what are we going to do with it?" His eyes met mine.

"I've told you, I jerked a few guys off; kept them from pawing me. Soon as they shoot they lose interest. At least long enough for me to make my escape. But it's not much fun for me, and sort of messy. It always seems to wind up on my clothes somewhere." I took his hands in mine. "You know what, Carl. I'd kinda like to return the favor. Suck you off, I mean. Only, I've never done it, so you gotta help."

"You sure? You don't have to."

"No, I want to." I felt my cheeks flush. I whispered, "Teach me, Carl."

"O.K. First thing is, I sit back on the sofa, spread my legs. Give you room to work. And you get down your knees. Yeah, that's good. Now, put one hand around the shaft. Doesn't matter if you can't get your fingers all the way around. Use your other hand to play with my balls. GENTLY! Yeah, that's it. Now, jack the skin up and down a couple of times, then peel the foreskin back. O.K. Lick it, up and down the shaft, get it wet and slippery. Yeah, that's the way; loosen you grip a little, let it slide in your hand. Now put the head in your mouth; no teeth, please! Good, good. Keep jacking. Use your tongue. Oh, God! You little liar; you've done this before!"

"nnn nuh," I mumbled, still working. I bobbed my head up and down, taking more of the shaft into my mouth.

"I was kidding! Oooh, that feels so good! Now, listen, here's the key to a blow job. Well, one, anyway. That spot right at the base of the head, on the under side, that's like your clit. Work that spot with your tongue and I'm gone!"

Carl sat up, took my head between his hands, pulled me off his slippery dick. "Now pay attention, babe. Baby. I'm about to come, and you gotta make a decision. Three choices. Well, four, the fourth being get up, run out of the room, and slam the door. Only, you that, I'll come back to haunt you in your dreams! No, seriously; three choices. One, use your hand to finish me off, get me to come in a towel, or something. Two, let me come in your mouth, then spit it out. Three, swallow me. That grosses some girls out. Plus, some guys come heavy, one of them being me, at least the first orgasm, so there's a lot of material to deal with. And, not all guys taste too good. Some are kind of bitter. That's what I hear, anyway. I personally have only tasted myself, and I assure you, it's not unpleasant. Salty, yes. Like tears, blood. You, by the way, tasted lovely!"

I'd been continuing to jack his cock during this tutorial, and I said, "I may be wrong, but I think I saw pictures of another option in one of Dad's mags. Jerk you off on my tits and my face. Do guys really like that?"

Carl cocked his head. "You know, I really don't know. I guess it could be a visual turn-on; I've never done it."

"Settled then! We'll BOTH have a first tonight!" I popped him back in my mouth and did that bottom of the dick thing he'd taught me. I felt him get bigger, if that was possible, and his balls began to boil.

"Oh, Baby, here it comes!"

The first spurt hit my tongue; I quickly leaned back, jerking furiously at his thick cock, sending ropes of viscous white fluid across my tits, then aimed it up at my face, into my open mouth. Swallowed, spit, let it drool down my chin and on to my breasts. Touched all the bases. Well, except for leaving the room and slamming the door. I rubbed his cock, now only half hard, on my face, across my lips, sucked him back in. He lifted me to my feet, kissed me. "Yeah. Definitely salty," he said.

My mouth sought his, we swapped spit and semen. My slippery breasts pressed against his chest. He looked over my shoulder at the clock on the mantle. "Oh, hey, Baby! It's one thirty! I better get out of here. Your dad's gonna be home soon."

Fuck all, I thought. I'd been to a lot of foreign countries tonight, but there was still one place I now wanted to visit in the worst way. "Lemme make a call," I said, dragging him toward the kitchen by his cock. He had little choice but to follow. I opened the 'fridge and got out a pair of beers. Spun the rolodex to the B's. "Hi, Mrs. Beldman? it's Jenna. Is my dad still there? Uh huh.O.K. How's the horse? Oh, how cool! O.K., bye."

I turned to Carl and popped the top on my can of beer, grinned. "The mare and the foal are fine, only my dad is wasted, and he's STAYING OVER THERE TONIGHT!"

Carl opened his beer, clicked it against mine, said," Here's to our graduation!"

I took a swig, winked at him, said, "Here's to leaving our highschool years behind. Leaving my virginity behind!" I guess he forgot about that mind over matter stuff, because he started doing that cobra thing again.

"You sure you want to do that?" he said.

"Yeah. Time to finish the game. Come on, let's hit the showers, get ready for the second half." We took our beers into the bathroom. Climbed into the steamy stall with our beers. Got lathered up, ALL over. Paid special attention to our special parts. "Wait here," I said, stepping out of the shower. Went into Dad's room, into his sock drawer. Miss Snoopy-Snoop knew where to look. Got out a condom, one of the pre-lubed ones with the ridges. Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I got back in the shower with Carl. "We're gonna do it in here, on account of I'll probably bleed, and I don't need to explain sheets to my old man." I handed him the condom. "O.K. Chief. Take over!"

Carl turned off the shower. "Put your hands against the wall," he ordered. "Spread your legs, bend at the waist, stick your butt out."

"Yes, master."

He palmed my muff, let a finger slide in. "Move back against it."

I obeyed.

"Very good. Now move forward."

Again, I obeyed. His finger slipped out. Oh, woe! I quickly backed my butt into him, was gratified with the reinsertion of his finger. I began to get it. I was the one who was going to fuck his cock, not the other way around. Man, this guy knew how to take a girl's virginity!

"Turn around," he said, tearing the foil with his teeth. "Put this on me. No, pull the foreskin back first. Yeah, that's it. Now, roll the condom down over the shaft as far as it will go."

I got it halfway down his shaft. "It's not long enough!"

"Yeah, it is; it just has to cover the end, catch my cum. I'll pinch it when I pull out, keep the semen where it belongs. But that's thinking way too far ahead. Turn around and spread for me, Baby."

I did and stuck my ass out. He inserted the tip of his cock in my hot, tight cunt. It pressed against my clit. I moved back, took another inch inside me. I felt stuffed. Moved forward a tiny bit, moved back. Forward, back, forward, back. Frustration! I didn't have much control over the penetration. Anyway, that was his job. 

"Fuck this shit!" I yelled and thrust back into him, impaling myself on his cock. A sharp pain erupted somewhere inside me, and I yelped, stopped moving. I breathed, panted.Huff Huff Huff. Groaned. My heart raced. I looked at him over my shoulder. "How far you got it in?"

He looked down, parted my ass cheeks with his hands. He smiled. "All the way."

"Yeah? YEAH? Well, then, fuck me, Carl. Fuck me HARD!"

He put his hands on my hips and began long, slow strokes in and out. His cock was buried in my tight cunt, the ribbed condom rubbing against my clit.

"Harder, God damn you! Fuck me HARDER!"

He let go of my hips, let his loins do the work. One hand went around my waist and found my tits, swinging wildly from the fucking. The other hand slipped down my ass crack, and a thumb pressed at the entrance to my butt hole. An A bomb went off, right in the shower stall. "HOLY SHIT!" I yelled. I felt his cock pulse in me, and we were vaporized; nothing left of us but two shadows on a Hiroshima wall.

A couple of hundred years later he pulled out of me, tossed the bloody condom in the toilet, grabbed a wash cloth, and tenderly cleaned my just fucked, no longer virgin cunt."

Baby stood up, swayed a little, smoothed her skirt over her hips. "And that, as the saying goes, was that. Carl went home, I started dating another guy, we graduated from high school, Carl joined the Marines, I went away to college, and married the asshole."

Alice picked up the empty wine bottle and collected our glasses. "I'm going in," she said. "It's getting chilly out here. Baby stood against the railing, hugging herself as she looked out over the dark lake. After a minute or two I got up, stepped behind her.

"You tell a great tale," I said. "I felt like I was there."

Baby took a step back, bumped her butt against my crotch. "Wouldn't THAT have been a trip!" She turned, smiled, touched my lips with her fingers, and went into the cabin. What the hell was that all about?