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A Journal Entry

By: reluctant_quill



Saturday, 9/27/2003

This morning, while I was out back putting a fresh coat of wax on the boat, Tommy unexpectedly walked up, picked up a polishing rag and joined in. Not that it's unusual for him to lend a hand, but he's heading back for his sophomore year at Cal Tech tomorrow and I'd have figured that he'd want to spend his remaining free time doing something a bit more enjoyable. I could tell by the look on his face that something must be up, but he wasn't quite ready to spit it out. We worked side by side in silence for a while.

"Dad," he finally asked me, "why is it that you and Grandpa never got along?"

So. It had taken him nineteen years, but he'd finally come out and asked it. I'd tried to hide it, but my father Cliff and I had been barely civil to each other since before Tommy was born. I had hoped our animosity wouldn't be obvious to my kids, but they've got too much of their mother in them not to notice something like that, even as seldom as Cliff and I were together.

As little as I liked Cliff, I still didn't want to speak ill of him to his eldest grandson. Cliff had always been good to his grandchildren and I really wasn't looking forward to telling Tommy about the events that resulted in our twenty-three year truce. I'd had decades to think about how I'd answer Tommy's question, but I'm afraid my reply was just as lame as if I'd never thought about it before.

"Well, Son, your grandpa and I were two very different people. Sometimes people from different generations and circumstances just don't see eye to eye."

Tommy's rag came to a stop and he looked me squarely in the eye. "Dad, I'm not eight years old anymore. I've known for years that there had to be a lot more to it than that. I think I'm old enough to hear the truth."

My, but they do grow up fast. He was right of course; Cliff had been his grandpa and as an adult, Tommy had a right to know. Here I was, treating him like a child.

"I'm sorry Son, you deserved better than that. The story's not pretty and I'm not proud of it, but it's probably time you heard it. How 'bout you run up to the house and get us some lemonade. It may take a while for me to tell it."

When he got back with a couple of tall glasses of his mom's secret recipe, we sat down on an old railroad tie in the shade of the boat and I told him the real story from so many years ago. Well, I left a few details out. He might be an adult, but he's still my kid.

I've never written in this journal about what happened back then; it just wouldn't have been safe. Cliff thought he knew the whole story, but the part he didn't know would probably have shattered our fragile truce. Murphy's Law dictates that if I had put the story down on paper, it would have somehow gotten out. I'm only writing about it now because we laid Cliff to rest a few weeks ago. God forgive me, but I'm not sorry to see him gone.

His mom and sisters took Tommy out for dinner and a movie this evening to wish him goodbye, but I begged off with a headache. My recall is better if I have a good chunk of uninterrupted time to think.

So how do I start?

My parents would tell you with great moral certitude that I lost my virginity the evening of Saturday, August 22, 1981, the day I married Cliff's younger daughter, Wendy. They brought me up in the absolute conviction that it was a grave sin to have intercourse outside of marriage. Until one fateful day almost a year before our wedding, I had planned on following their advice. What Wendy and I did, starting on that day, would have set Cliff off, even all these years later.

My folks, too, would have been mighty disappointed in me had they known. Heck, just getting married before finishing college was a minor scandal on my side of the family. A responsible young man just didn't do that kind of thing.

There were a quite a few things I did back then that a responsible young man wouldn't have done. I'll leave it to you to decide if what I did was wrong.

During my first three years of high school, it seemed like the only thing my friends and I could talk about was the fun we were having with members of the opposite sex. (Well, yeah, about cars too.) Not that we were having all that much fun. I lived in a mostly rural Midwest county, and around our parts, any guy who could talk a girl out of her bra was pretty much James Bond.

We'd sit around the lunchroom and tell tales of our latest exploits. Rather, they would tell tales. I lived on a farm way outside of town, didn't have a car, and rode the bus back and forth to school. On the weekends, when my schoolmates would be out running around with their friends, I'd be working in the fields or in the welding shop that my dad operated during the winter to help make ends meet. My opportunities for interactions with girls outside of class were rather limited, so I hadn't done many of the things my friends bragged about.

Of course, there was Wendy. She lived just down the road from me, just on the other side of the bridge, and we were close friends. She was in the same situation that I was. So there was my opportunity, right? Well, there was a major problem with that.

The problem came in the form of Wendy's dad. He didn't want me anywhere near his daughter. And that's putting it mildly. When we were kids, he didn't seem to mind me being friends with Wendy, but not long after we turned fifteen (Wendy's just four days older than I am) things changed in a big way.

I had been helping Wendy with her geometry homework at her folk's kitchen table. Not that Wendy needed any help; she was always a whiz at math. When we finished, she walked me out onto the side porch. As I was telling her goodbye, she unexpectedly leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

Now we had kissed before, the kind of dry peck you'd give your mom, but this time it was subtly different. It wasn't an open mouth, tickle-the-tonsils type of kiss, but this time Wendy kissed me like she meant it. Without even thinking about it, I slipped my arms around her and drew her rail-thin body to my own, kissing her back. Seconds later, I felt Wendy's hands on the back of my waist. I had never really kissed a girl before, but somehow kissing Wendy was so comfortable that it seemed like we had been doing it for years. Why hadn't we done this before?

I don't know what, if anything, might have happened next, but just then I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Mrs. Johnson had stepped up to the kitchen sink. I saw her head turn toward us, and then her eyes met mine through the kitchen window. Here I was kissing her daughter right in front of her! I was suddenly embarrassed and began to gently disengage from our embrace.

The really odd part about it was the strange look on Mrs. Johnson's face. I might have expected annoyance or amusement, but what I saw was more like a deep, aching sort of dread. Like something horrible was about to happen. A chill ran through me. I've never seen that kind of look before and don't ever want to see it again.

I successfully pulled away from Wendy and motioned with my eyes over toward the kitchen window, but her mom was gone.

"Um, sorry about that, Wendy, but your mom saw us and I didn't want you to get in trouble."

"Oh, it's okay, David. I know my mom likes you. I'm sure she didn't mind."

"Well maybe, but she gave me the strangest look, like she was scared of something."

Wendy looked confused. "I can't image why she would do that." Then a look of dawning comprehension came across her face. In a way, it was almost scarier than her mom's expression. But then, in a flash, it was gone.

"I'm sure it was nothing." Maybe not, but somehow, Wendy just seemed a little nervous now. "I had a good time tonight David, but you'd probably better get on home. Maybe tomorrow night I can help you with your English homework?"

"I'd like that Wendy. When should I come over?"

Just a shadow of that same look came over her face and she said "Maybe I should come over to your place. Is seven okay?"

"Uh, sure, we'll be done with dinner by then. That'd be great. See you then."

"'Bye David."

I started walking down their long gravel driveway toward the road, thinking about what had just happened. I had dreamed about kissing Wendy before, but in my mind it had always been a high-tension, anxious sort of thing. Actually kissing Wendy had felt so natural, so right, that it left me confused. I wasn't sure what our kiss had meant, but I was eager to do it again. But what was the deal with the funny look on her mom's face ...

WHAM!

...a large shape had loomed out the darkness from the side and slammed me to the ground. I thought a truck had hit me! But then huge fingers wrapped themselves around my throat, picked me up and slammed me up against a power pole.

Cliff was probably six foot five, three hundred and fifty pounds and I was just a scrawny kid. With his huge hand around my throat, he forced the muzzle of a revolver into my mouth. The very strength of the man made any thought of resistance futile. Swear to God, in all my fifteen years, I'd never imagined having to deal with anything like this!

"I seen you there, messin' around with my daughter" he growled, his face mere inches from mine. The smell of the whiskey on his breath was almost overpowering. I started to say that I had just kissed her goodbye, (difficult with a big chunk of cold, parkerized steel in my mouth), but his grip on my throat tightened and choked off my reply.

"I won't have any daughter of mine getting' it on with no goddamn gook! If I catch you on my property, or ever hear that the two of you were anywhere near each other again, I'll blow your fuckin' head off!"

Then he shoving the barrel so deep in my mouth that the front sight scraped a bloody trail down the back of my throat. His grip was so tight that I couldn't even gag. He was wearing the most insane grin I've seen outside of The Shining.

"... and she'll be right behind you!"

He was crazy! He'd shoot his own daughter? But looking at the drunken rage in his eyes, I believed him implicitly. This was a very unstable man. I gave up any thoughts of trying to proclaim my innocence. 

I wasn't going to try to correct him about the "gook" thing, either. My dad is third generation Japanese-American, but this wasn't the time to split hairs. I've always figured that if someone had a complaint about my mixed-race heritage, that was their problem, not mine. Cliff seemed quite intent on making it my problem, though.

"You understand what I'm telling you, Gook?" he demanded, his face now so close to mine that I could feel the stragglers from his bushy beard brushing against my cheek as he spoke. I managed a nod.

"Good."

Throwing me to the ground, he stalked back toward the house. I was so shocked that I didn't know what to do. Eventually, I staggered to my feet and walked home. I was so confused about the whole thing that I didn't tell a soul about it.

Just as I got home from school the next day, Wendy called me on the phone. When I told her what had happened, I expected her to be shocked, but she told me that he'd given her the same warning, minus the gun.

"Did he hurt you?"

Silence.

"Wendy, did he hurt you?"

She started to sob.

"David, I couldn't go to school today because my face is so beaten up."

I jumped to my feet, more angry than I'd ever been in my life.

"I'll be there in five minutes. That son of a bitch is going to pay!"

"David, wait, it won't do any good to..."

I was in a blind rage. I haven't felt anger like that before or since. I didn't care that Cliff was triple my weight. I was going to kill him or die trying. I was past the bridge and nearing Wendy's house when I saw her running toward me, trying to get me to stop. I sidestepped her and continued running. Nothing was going to keep me from my revenge.

"David, he's not even home!" Wendy screamed after me.

That was the one thing that could stop me.

I came to a stop, just short of their driveway. I couldn't get to Cliff, but the pent up rage still needed an outlet. I grabbed the top rail of the split rail fence started to yank at it. Harder and harder I pulled, screaming in rage, until I heard it crack and then break in my hands. I took the two pieces and one at a time and slung them as far toward the house as I could. I felt jagged splinters slice into my hands as I let them go, but I was beyond feeling mere physical pain. 

Finally spent, I fell to my knees and bawled like a baby.

After a moment, I felt Wendy kneel down next to me. I turned to her and took her in my arms, shaking from the after affects of the adrenaline. After a minute or two, I realized that she was crying too. Somehow, this allowed me to regain some of my composure.

"Oh God, Wendy, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. Here, let me look at you."

We stood, and I looked at her. It was dusk now, but there was still enough light to see her face clearly. It was a sea of bruises. It didn't appear that any bones were broken, but Cliff had been very methodical. Every square inch of her face had received his demonic attention. I've never seen a face so badly beaten, and it was all because her father had seen me kiss her.

"Why?" I cried, desperate for this all to make sense somehow. "How could he do this to you?"

"David, we need to talk."

Wendy took me by the hand and led me back down the road until we got to the tiny pump house next to her dad's cornfield. We stepped inside, safely out of sight of the road.

"David there are some things about my dad that you need to know."

There were tears in her voice when Wendy told me what her mom had confided to her while trying to treat the damage that Cliff had inflicted. It seemed that when her dad was fifteen, he'd served time for putting his older sister's mulatto boyfriend into a four-month coma using nothing but his fists. He'd also put his own sister in intensive care. He'd kicked down her apartment door, catching the couple on the couch. He'd beaten them nonstop until the police arrived. It was only due to the fact that he was so young that he'd gotten a short sentence and a clean record when he turned eighteen.

"I'm so sorry David. I didn't know how violent he could be, but I did know he had awful ideas about some people. I just couldn't bring myself to tell you."

Wendy was the one who was crying now. I took her in my arms and held her close as she went on.

"I honestly didn't think he'd have anything against you. Until you told me about my mom's reaction to our kissing, I thought we were safe. I've known that my dad's a terrible racist, but I thought it was only against blacks – not that that's any better. I'm so ashamed!" she sobbed.

"Wendy, you shouldn't be apologizing to me. You're the one that he took it out on."

"Yes, but I'm the one who should have known! I just couldn't bring myself to believe that he'd hold your skin color against you. You know that I'm not like that, don't you?"

"What? Of course you aren't, Wendy! We've been best friends for ten years. You don't have a bigoted bone in your body."

Wendy hugged me tighter.

Okay, now that we had everything out in the open, we had to figure out what to do about it.

"Have you called the police?"

"I thought about it, but he said he'd kill me if I did. He wore his heavy work gloves when he beat me, so it wouldn't leave any incriminating marks on his hands. He has no criminal record, so even if they arrested him, there isn't enough to hold him. I don't think my mom would testify, anyway, she's too scared of him. He'd be out on bail in no time and we'd all be in terrible danger."

"But we have to do something. Just look at what he did to you!"

"Please, David, you have no idea just how dangerous he is. He'd kill you and not think twice."

"Let him try. I'm ready for him now." My bravado sounded false, though, even to me.

"No you're not, David. No one would be safe if my dad decided to hurt them. My mom told me she's sure that he killed a man once over an insult in a bar, but the cops couldn't come up with enough evidence to pin it on him. You don't know him like I do. You'd never even see it coming."

Pulling away to an arms length to look me in the eyes, she said "David, there's no way around it. We can't see each other anymore."

So there it was, the only logical thing we could do. I knew that this is what it would come down to, but I had fought it. She was right, though. I hung my head in shame, powerless to do anything.

"You're right, as always, Wendy. Maybe we can find a way to see each other without him knowing?" I hated the idea of sneaking around, but I just wasn't ready to accept that I wouldn't see her anymore.

"David, it's just too dangerous. You know there's always a risk when you try to keep a secret. Eventually, we'd get caught."

I don't know why I ever argue with her. She always comes to the logical conclusion before I do. I just nodded.

"Can we still be friends?" she asked hopefully.

"You know I'll always be your friend. Nothing's ever going to change that. I'm going to miss you, Wendy." I took her in my arms and lightly touched my lips to hers, mindful of her bruises. She returned my feather-light kiss.

"Oh David, I don't know how you can even bear to look at me. I'm such a wreck."

Then I said something to her that I had never dared say to her before. "Wendy, you've always been beautiful. To me, you always will be."

She gave me a brave smile through her tears, briefly touched her lips to mine again and stuck her head out the door. She checked to make sure the coast was clear, then disappeared from my sight. I sat down on the floor, totally defeated. I went over the events of the last twenty-four hours again and again in my mind. Wendy had gone from being just a friend to maybe something more with a quick kiss. No, the more I thought it over; there was no 'maybe' about it. There was no way I would have reacted the way I had if one of my other friends had been beat up by their dad. No, something very special had happened between us out there on the porch, but just what it had been was academic now.

I finally gave up and headed for home through the fields, staying out of sight of the road. I couldn't risk what Cliff would do to Wendy if he saw me returning from their house.

I wouldn't see Wendy face to face again for three years.

Wendy's place was only a half a mile away, but being on the other side of the river, it was technically in a different county. It might as well have been a different continent now, though. She went school over in Centerville, while I went to school in Georgetown. My only contacts with her were the times when she'd call me at home. She said she had to be very careful, even with her dad wasn't in the house because Wendy didn't know what her sister would do if she caught us talking. We remained good friends, but we steadfastly resisted the temptation to sneak out and meet face to face.

Cliff's occasional drunken phone calls were an added incentive to stay away. Every few months someone in the house would yell 'Phone for you, David' and I'd pick it up, expecting one of my friends.

"So, you little gook! Have you been thinking about my daughter? Huh? If I catch you two at it again, I'll blow both your fuckin' brains out." Click. Under those conditions, most young friendships would have ended, but somehow Wendy and I remained close. Cliff's daughter was definitely off my list of romantic prospects, though.

Unfortunately, I now had all of the usual teenage hormones raging in my blood and I was willing to do almost anything to be alone with a girl. Desperation drove me to take a few chances. Ever try to move in on a girl on a school bus? Trust me on this; it's not a good idea.

At the start of my senior year, though, things started to improve. I had just turned eighteen and had bought an old '69 Camaro over the summer. I was restoring it to near new condition and it was only a week or so from being ready for the road. I was about to be mobile! I had also put on four inches in height over the last year and was now a full six feet tall and well muscled from heavy farm work and welding in the shop. The girls seemed to be noticing. Now I could approach and talk to girls who would have blown me off previously. If the start of the school year was any indication, my last year of high school was going to be a revelation.


A Journal Entry



Another thing that had grown was further down. In the locker room during previous years I had noticed that my penis was bigger than any of the other guys'. Okay, that was good, but now it had expanded to almost ridiculous proportions. And no, this wasn't necessarily a good thing. When you're young, all you want to do is fit in with your friends – you don't want to be too different. My size was particularly embarrassing when the guys took to calling me "Trigger". From the looks and comments I was getting in the halls, I don't think the reference to Roy Rogers' horse was lost on my female schoolmates. The sheer size of the thing was a pain too. It's just not comfortable to walk around with something that big in your pants. I frankly wished that I could be somewhat closer to average sized.

Outsized genitalia notwithstanding, I had high hopes for the year. My first success came the very first week of school when I found myself alone with Alice Martinez in the band storage room during lunch on Friday. She had agreed to go out with me that night (in her car, alas) and had suggested this little warm-up session.

Alice had a body built for fun, with beautiful long black hair and flashing brown eyes. We were leaning up against the back row of shelves kissing with closed mouths. My hands were on her ample hips and we were getting more and more passionate. For once in my life I was with a girl who seemed to be as excited with making out as I was! I didn't know where this might lead, but I was ready and willing to find out.

I respected my folk's admonitions enough to have a limit to how far I would go with her, but Alice and I weren't even close to that limit yet. She moved closer until her belly pushed up against my rapidly expanding erection. Her eyes got big and, with a grin, she began to grind against me slowly.

I felt the wetness of her tongue against my lips, and forced my mouth to open to her. I knew about French kissing of course, but I'd never had a chance to try it before. After a moment to adjust to the strange new sensation, I began to reciprocate. Before long we were close to sucking each other's tonsils out. Wow, this was hot!

Feeling her excitement, I decided to go for broke and began to move my hands upward toward her breasts. She seemed eager to have them reach their target, so I cut to the chase and gingerly placed my palms right on the fleshy objects of my desire. I had never felt a girl's breasts before and so had nothing to compare them to, but they felt very soft and warm. She moaned her approval as I started to fondle them through her bra and tight sweater.

Alice's hand magically slipped down between us and began to rub up and down the considerable length of my now raging erection. Oh my God! I'd never had a girl give me this kind of attention before. It felt so good that I began to worry that this might be going too far too fast. This feeling was reinforced when I felt her hand starting to fumble with my zipper.

She had my zipper down when a smirk came from the end of the row. Our heads whipped around and sure enough, a couple of the cheerleaders were peeking at us around the corner. Busted! Then, unaccountably, Alice stepped back away from me and slapped me across the face hard enough to make me see stars. What the...?

"Leave me alone, you animal!" she hissed at me and ran from the room. I was standing there with my jaw and fly hanging open and my hands still in breast-feeling position, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The giggles from the end of the row brought me back to my senses. Confusion was replaced by annoyance. Suddenly I knew just what to do.

Without dropping my hands, I walked toward them and said "Unless one of you wants to take Alice's place, I'd suggest you make yourselves scarce!" My fingers began pantomiming squeezing their boobs. They shrieked and ran for their lives.

The story spread through the whole school before the final period bell. Alice refused to even speak to me. Worse, it seemed that the story she was telling had me cornering and groping her against her will. To the guys, I was a hero, but the girls treated me like a leper. My newly promising love life was now pretty much over.

It seemed only natural to talk to Wendy about it when she called that night. Over the last three years I had come to count on hearing her voice. We talked about everything. Despite not having seen each other for so long, we had only become closer. Somehow, hearing her voice that night made it all okay. We both had a good laugh. Then, there was an awkward silence. Something told me that everything was about to change.

Finally Wendy said what both of us has studiously avoided saying for three years. "David, I've missed you so much. I want to see you again."

Wendy's simple statement hit me like a blow to the heart. I realized how much I had missed her and it was suddenly more than I could take. The resolve of three years melted like butter on a hot skillet.

"I want to see you too, Wendy. It's been way too long."

"David, let's just do it. Just once. We're old enough to be smart about it. There's got to be someplace we can go."

The germ of an idea formed in my head. The previous Saturday I had been irrigating the bean field at the far end of our farm. I noticed that the annual springtime runoff had created a nice little sand bar on the far bank of the river under farmer Greer's cornfield. It was hidden on three sides by a bend in the river and heavy brush. Our side of the river was more heavy brush. It was as close to a private beach as you would be likely to find in those parts. At the time, it had gotten me thinking about what people do on private beaches. Now I decided to throw caution to the wind.

"Wendy, I think I may have an idea. How would you like to go sunbathing?"

Now we had sunbathed together in my backyard during junior high, but always under the watchful eye of my overprotective mom. I had enjoyed sunbathing with Wendy because she looked cute, if almost completely flat chested, in her very modest two-piece strapless suit.

"Where?"

"I found a great secluded spot that nobody else knows about. We just have to figure out what to tell your folks."

She was silent for a moment. "Hey, wait! Centerville's playing Georgetown tomorrow. If we each said we were riding our bikes into Georgetown to see the game, we could disappear for a few hours!" Her excitement was infectious.

I thought about it for a bit. Thankfully, Georgetown hadn't yet installed lights for the football field so home games were played at noon. The stands were always packed though, so no one could say for certain that either of us wasn't there. "You're right, Wendy, this could work. You're pretty devious."

"I know," she giggled.

After years apart, I was suddenly dying to see her again. We were eighteen now and no one should be able to tell us what to do! We thought everything through and put our little plan together.

"Okay, Wendy, I'll meet you tomorrow. Wear your swimsuit under your clothes. I'll take care of everything else."

"This is going to be so much fun!" she positively bubbled. Then her voice sobered. "But David, we're just sunbathing. I don't want you to get any ideas."

"I'll be a perfect gentleman." I told her, though I couldn't help but imagine the possibilities.

That night I snuck over to farmer Greer's cornfield after changing the irrigation set in the our bean field. Preparations didn't take long. That night, I lay awake and imagined what tomorrow might bring.

The next morning I waved goodbye to my folks and headed off on my bike toward town. At the first junction, I cut back around toward farmer Greer's place. Soon I spotted the hay bale strap I had tied over a fence post to mark the row that would lead us to our little sanctuary. Checking to see that the coast was clear, I lifted my bike over the barbed wire fence and squeezed it down the row into the tall corn where it would be hard to see from the road. Thank goodness for narrow ten-speed handlebars!

"Psst!"

My head whipped around. I could just make out a figure through the corn. Wendy had arrived ahead of me. I walked down the row to her. At last, we were alone together! She shyly took my hands and we looked at each other for the first time in years.

Wow! She had really grown up. Though I knew better, part of me had imagined Wendy as the same short, bony little thing that she had been when I last saw her. Now she was tall, only a few inches shorter than me, and had a slim athletic build. She was definitely all woman though. There was now enough curve to her hips and chest that no one was ever going to mistake her for a boy. Her proportions were spot-on perfect in my book. She had thick brunette hair in a page boy cut that really looked great on her and the same cute, if not supermodel beautiful face that always lit up when she smiled. She was sure smiling now.

To this day I'm not sure if I was first attracted to her because I really like slim brunettes, or if I developed a taste for slim brunettes because I had spent so many of my formative years around Wendy. Either way, I think I'd have been happy to spend the rest of the day just taking her in.

I realized, though, that I was being rather obvious about looking her up and down and quickly drew my gaze back to her face, only to find that she was checking me out too. She seemed to like what she saw. At last, her eyes met mine.

"Wow, Wendy. You look fabulous!" I stammered.

She gave me an embarrassed smile. "Thanks, David, you look pretty good yourself. You've done some growing up!"

We continued to look into each other's eyes. With anyone else, this would have become embarrassing, but we had been apart so long that I wanted to just drink her up.

At last she said, "Shall we proceed?"

For a moment I couldn't say anything. Finally, pulling my soul back out of her deep liquid brown eyes, I managed to nod and smile. I drew her into a hug.

"God, Wendy, I didn't realize just how much I missed you."

She snuggled her head up against my shoulder, holding me tight.

"Me too, David. I feel like a fool for not finding a way to see you before. Can you forgive me?"

"I'm the one who needs forgiving." I told her.

"Well, let's just make sure that we don't go that long again, okay?"

"Deal."

We finally managed to pull away from each other and she led the way down the row. The way her slim hips moved was driving me nuts. Could she be any more perfect?

Growing up, I was a skinny little gap-toothed, pimple-infested kid with a face that looked different than all the other kids in my class. I had always dreamed about going out with a beautiful girl some day, but knew that this was just a pipe dream. Years later, braces had fixed my teeth and I had somehow outgrown the acne without scars. I was tall and strong and Alice had even told me (back when she was speaking to me) that her friends considered my mixed Asian/Italian looks handsome and exotic. Despite all this, my inner voice told me that I didn't deserve to be with such a fabulous woman. If she hadn't been my best friend Wendy, I would have had to just assume I was dreaming.

Eventually we emerged from the end of the row, right above our little beach. Retrieving the gym bag I had hidden the night before, I helped her climb down the steep riverbank. It was made up of broken up chunks of used concrete in order to protect the field above from erosion. It also had lots of broken beer bottles. They must have been from one of those outlaw high school parties that juniors were never invited to. You definitely wouldn't want to attempt to climb that slope without shoes. Fortunately, the sandbar was more recent than the party. Our beach was clean.

I nervously spread the towels on the sand, side-by-side and overlapping by a few inches, and then turned to her. She was blushing something fierce and I realized that she must have been thinking exactly the same thing I was.

We had seen each other in swimsuits before, but that was when we were still kids. Now we were all grown up and about to start removing our clothing right in front of each other. I was also very well aware that despite all of the years we had spent playing together like siblings, Wendy was definitely not my sister.

Being the man, I decided that it was up to me to take the initiative and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I paused and watched her. She knew it was her turn and she actually started to turn away to unbutton her blouse. Then I could see her regain her composure. She slowly turned back toward me and, one by one, undid her buttons.

She started to slide her blouse off her shoulders. Now I had seen pictures of naked women in the stashes of girlie magazines that a couple of my friends had, so I wasn't expecting to get turned on by seeing Wendy in a swimsuit. But somehow this was so much sexier than anything I had seen in those lurid photos. Wendy dropped her blouse onto the towel.

Hey, wait a minute! This wasn't anything like the modest two-piece suits she had always worn. It was a tiny pink string bikini top that left very, very little to the imagination. I couldn't imagine that her mom, much less her dad, knew she had a suit like that – it would have been confiscated immediately. It covered just the center part of each breast. The sides and bottoms were clearly visible. Wendy's nipples were erect and straining at the thin fabric. Her old suits had been so heavily padded that nothing like that had ever been visible. No wonder she'd been nervous about taking off her blouse!

I realized that I was staring at her chest and guiltily looked up into her eyes. Her face was apprehensive, obviously desperate for my approval. "Do you like it?" she asked. "I got it a couple of months ago, but I haven't dared wear it before," she admitted.

"I absolutely love it," I said with a grin so big that it almost hurt my face, "what little there is of it." I think it was the ecstatic look on my face that convinced her.

I was amazed at how shapely the swell of her breasts underneath the fabric was. I hadn't expected the flat plane of her belly and the delicate features of her shoulders and neck either. Wendy had been a cute kid, but I somehow hadn't been expecting her to grow up to be such a beauty.

In any case, it was now my turn again. I desperately wanted to turn around myself now, because my Speedo was quite brief (remember, this was in 1980, before men's swimsuits got longer again) and Wendy's little surprise had given me the beginnings of an erection. I was scared because she would notice it for sure, but at the same time part of me really wanted her to see how excited she was making me.

I took off my shoes and socks and undid my belt buckle. I unzipped my shorts, slid them down and stepped out of them. Wendy's eyes got huge! With the light breeze blowing, I suddenly could feel what must have happened. I looked down and sure enough, my manhood was standing up so high that the head was protruding well up out of the low waistband. I was mortified!

I quickly spun around and stretched my suit up and over my straining member. I was so ashamed; I didn't know what to do. Then I felt her hand on my shoulder.

"David," she half whispered, "It's okay. Don't be embarrassed. I know you didn't do it on purpose and I really didn't mind. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty impressed by how big it is." Her hand guided me to turn around toward her. She was grinning ear to ear. My manhood was contained now, but just barely. I could tell that she was working hard to not look down at my bulge.

"Impressed? How would you know how big a man's thing is supposed to be?"

Now it was her turn to be embarrassed. "My friend Kathy has some Playgirl magazines, and yours is a lot bigger than any of the ones in those. Now are we going to do any sunbathing or not?"

I nodded. Wow, Wendy had looked at dirty magazines too? Who knew?

Taking her hand off of my shoulder, but with her eyes never leaving mine, she unzipped her shorts and slid them off. Her bikini bottom plunged so low in front that I guessed that she had had to shave down there to appear so magically smooth and silky. Even as shy as I was, it looked so wonderfully inviting that I actually had to stifle an impulse to reach out and touch her there.

Whoa there boy! Don't even think it! The hornier part of my brain figured my chances of getting her out of her top were about fifty-fifty, but I knew Wendy well enough to know that I wouldn't be messing around with what was under that tiny scrap of hot pink fabric.

Neatly placing her clothes and shoes in my gym bag to keep the sand off of them, she laid face down on her towel. The back of her bikini bottom was so brief that it was almost like a modern day g-string. Then it hit me. There was no break in her light tan. Somehow, she had managed to tan all over. I'd have to find out how she managed do that.

Myself, I usually worked in cutoffs and without a shirt, trying to avoid the infamous 'farmer tan'. I still had lighter swatches around my suit, though. At least nothing was all that white. I'm half Japanese, after all.

I put my stuff in the bag too, and lay down on my own towel next to her.

The sun felt great, but I was thinking about other things. Her eyes were closed, so I could look her up and down without embarrassment. She had changed so much from the gangly kid I had known. Three years ago she had been all knees and elbows. No longer. I now decided that I loved the smooth flow of her back and the gentle swell of her bottom. How had she become this beautiful? I wanted to reach out and touch her so bad it hurt.

I finally worked up the courage to try something that I had thought about the night before. Getting to my knees, I reached into the bag and retrieved a bottle of suntan oil that I had lifted from my sister's room. At my movement, Wendy's eyes opened and she watched with interest.

"Would you like me to rub some on your back?" I asked. Oh how suave I was!

She smiled and nodded, then closed her eyes again. I knelt beside her and opened the flip-top on the bottle.

I didn't really know just what to do here, so I squirted some oil in my hand and spread it over my palms. I reached down and placed my hands on her bare shoulders. The feeling of her silky smooth skin under my hands was electrifying.

I rubbed the oil onto her shoulders and the back of her neck and then started to work my way down her back. The oil was slick and sensual and I gloried in the sensation of having Wendy's nearly nude body under my hands. I was approaching the back of her bikini and I decided to go for broke, using the line I had practiced the night before.

"If I undo the back, you won't have a tan line," I croaked.

Oops! As soon as it was out of my mouth I realized that it was patently silly. Unlike the suit that I had anticipated her wearing, the back of this suit was literally a string. She evidently decided to humor me. Craning her neck to look at me, she said, "What happens when I need to roll over?"

"I'll put it back," I said hastily.

"Okay," she said slyly, "but no hanky panky."

My hands were shaking like crazy, but with mercifully little fuss, I managed to untie the strings at her back and neck and lay them down neatly at her sides.

Her back was now bare and it looked great without the back of her bikini interrupting her soft curves. I rubbed more oil onto her back where the string had been and then daringly down her sides. The tips of my fingers just touched the beginnings of the sides of her breasts. My erection surged. I quickly abandoned any pretense of just applying suntan oil and tried to give her my best interpretation of a sensual massage. Her eyes stayed closed, but her rapid breathing gave her away. She was enjoying this too. I continued to work my way down her back until I got to the top of her bikini bottom.




A Journal Entry



"That feels nice," she said conversationally. Nice try, but I could hear the tension in her voice.

"I'm glad you like it." It felt very nice to me as well. Daringly, I slipped the tips of my fingers just barely under the waist of her bikini and massaged her gently. She didn't protest, so I slid just a little lower.

"David, I don't need suntan oil there," she said. She didn't seem mad or upset though.

"Oops, sorry," I said.

Wendy giggled. "Oops? Yeah, right!"

I changed tactics and moved down to work oil into one of her feet like I had seen a masseuse do on TV. "Mmm, that feels great. You could do that all day," she murmured. Kneeling next to her, I think I'd have been more than happy to do just that.

Slowly I worked my way up her leg, massaging much more than necessary just to apply suntan oil. Her thigh was smooth and toned. She was the star runner on Centerville's cross country team and the exercise really showed. As I approached her bikini I chickened out a bit. I massaged her hip and tanned butt cheek right up to the fabric, but I didn't think I could get away with touching her inner thigh.

"Are you going to do the other leg?" she asked. I realized that I was dithering. I had been massaging the same part of her upper leg for a while.

"Sorry," I answered and scooted back down to her other foot. I repeated the performance on her other leg, again slowly massaging everything but her inner thigh. I tried to stretch it out as long as possible, but at last I ran out of real estate. As I finished and was starting to move back to my own towel, she unexpectedly spread her legs a bit and said in an unsteady voice, "You missed a spot."

What? Did she actually want me to touch her there? Well, my dad taught me to never look a gift horse in the mouth. I put a good supply of oil in the palm of my hand and tentatively reached down between her thighs. The feel of the forbidden area was electric. I slowly massaged one inner thigh, then the other. The side of my hand was actually rubbing her privates through the thin fabric and she wasn't protesting. 

After a minute or two of this I figured I'd better stop before what I was doing became too obviously sexual. As I pulled my hands away she said "Please David, just a little more?" More? Well, if she wanted it, how could I say no?

I resumed rubbing her inner thighs and this time made sure I was applying a little more pressure to the fabric of her suit. It seemed so completely unreal. I was actually massaging Wendy's privates! Surely she knew this, but she wasn't making me stop. Over the period of maybe a minute her breathing grew even more rapid and then suddenly stopped. Her body seemed to tense just a little, then hold as still as stone.

Instinctively, I stopped and said "Wendy, are you all right?" For a few seconds she didn't answer, but then she seemed to collect herself.

"Sure David, I was just stretching," she said, obviously straining to sound casual. Somehow I knew that something else had happened, but I didn't know what. "I think you've got it covered," she said.

"Okay"

Well, that was a little weird, but it had been fun. I lay on my stomach on my towel, facing her. Her face was toward me and she now had a big happy grin on her face. "I've never had a massage before, David. That felt wonderful. Thank you."

"Anytime" I said gallantly, returning her smile. She winked at me, then closed her eyes.

I had enjoyed massaging her back and was now imagining doing the same to her front when we flipped in a while. Wendy had a surprise for me, though.

She opened her eyes – catching me looking – and said, "It's my turn now. I'll give you a massage." She grabbed the oil and popped up to her knees. Now, the possibility of her voluntarily reciprocating hadn't occurred to my naive little mind when I had planned this all out the night before, and it didn't occur to me now either. What I was seeing banished any other thoughts. In her enthusiasm, Wendy had apparently forgotten that I had untied her and now her bare breasts were gloriously displayed in front of me. Her top was still lying neatly on her towel.

Pictures of women's breasts in a men's magazine are one thing. Real live breasts are another. In keeping with her slim form, they were a full B-cup, high and nicely rounded with large erect nipples. By the tight way they moved with her, they were obviously very firm, nothing at all like Alice's fleshy units. They were also the prettiest things I'd ever seen in my life. Now I knew for certain, she had no tan lines at all.

I knew I should have been a gentleman and turned away, but there was no way I could look away from such a sight. Would you? Wendy noticed where I was looking, glanced down and gasped, covering herself with her hands. She looked at me, evidently quite embarrassed.

"I guess we're even now?" she finally ventured. I smiled and nodded. To this day Wendy won't tell me if she did it on purpose, but I have my suspicions.

She turned her back to me and grabbed her top, stretching it across her front and then reaching behind her to try to tie it again. Her hands were shaking so bad that after several attempts, she still couldn't get anywhere.

"Wendy, you don't have to do that. I'll just look the other way."

Wendy stopped struggling with it and turned to me, again holding her hands over her breasts. Somehow this was even more erotic to me than seeing them uncovered. I could see her weighing the merits of my proposal. "Do you promise you won't look?" I nodded.

"Well, okay, but you'd better not peek!"

I settled back down onto my towel, turning my head away. Then I heard the spout pop open on the oil. When her hands touched me, I nearly jumped. Hesitantly, she started massaging the oil into my shoulders. She spent a quite a bit of time there before heading lower on my back. I was thankful that the Asian side of my ancestry had left me with very little body hair. My uncle Tony has more hair on his back than I have on my head!

When Wendy reached the top of my swimsuit, her fingers ventured under it just a little. Then, to my shock, she pulled the waistband down a few inches, exposing the top of my butt cheeks.

"After all," she said, paraphrasing me, "you don't want to be showing off a tan line." I couldn't believe she was doing this! I had figured that being a girl, she would be the one to keep us from doing something that we might regret. That's what girls did, right? But Wendy seemed to be at least as eager as I was. The thought of her above me, naked from the waist up and massaging oil into my bare butt cheeks, was just amazing. My erection surged beneath me. I wanted to look up at her, but a promise is a promise.

She worked the top of my cheeks for a minute and then moved down to my feet. She must have been taking notes because she copied me almost exactly. That is, until she reached the top of my second leg. Without a word, I felt her hand guide me to spread my legs. My erection hadn't eased in the entire time since we stripped to our swimsuits, and it was embarrassing. I complied though, and her hand immediately began to caress my inner thighs.

It felt so good that I was afraid I was going to come right there in my suit. Her magical hands were brushing up against the family jewels. Without conscious thought, I raised my hips just slightly and her hand left my thighs entirely, reaching under me to caress my privates. She guided me to rise up onto my hands and knees. Half ecstatic and half terrified, I complied.

Wendy's hand immediately began to lightly explore the entire length of my manhood through the Lycra of my suit. She was making no pretense of applying sun tan oil. My erection again became too much for my low cut suit and the head popped free of the waistband. Wendy noticed this immediately and started to massage it with her fingers. Oh my God! She was actually touching my penis! I knew that I was very close to coming. I didn't think that would be a good idea, but somehow I couldn't make myself do anything to get her to stop.

Then, unbelievably, she grabbed the front of my waistband and pulled it down, freeing most of my manhood to hang free. Grasping the sides of my suit, she started to pull it off. I grabbed the waistband and held on. This was too much for me; it ran against everything I'd been taught. I craned my neck to look back at her.

"Wendy, I don't think we're supposed to be doing this." Her wondrous breasts were right there to see, but now she didn't seem to care.

"I know we've been told that," she said, "but it's not like we're having sex. It's just touching." Here she was using the same arguments that my friends said they used on girls. Wendy did have a point though. We were just touching. What could it hurt? And how lucky was I to be with a beautiful girl who wanted the same things that I did?

"Okay" I said, "but we're not going any further." My friends would have slapped me silly for that remark, but my folks had been quite convincing in their lectures about abstinence.

She smiled and nodded. "David, I'm a virgin – only the man I choose to be my husband is going to do that."

Her husband? A small jolt of jealousy ran threw me. I put it aside though. How could I be jealous of a man she probably wouldn't meet for years?

I released my waistband and she pulled my Speedo down over each knee and then off of me completely. The breeze felt cool on my newly exposed skin. Still working from between my legs, Wendy lightly ran her fingertips up and down the length of my manhood. This was easily the most intense sexual sensation I'd ever had in my life, and all the more so because it was so unexpected. Unfortunately, all of the excitement had me in an extremely aroused condition and it was only a few seconds until I felt myself building toward my release.

Wendy wrapped her fingers around me and started to stoke me harder and faster. This was finally too much for my overloaded senses to handle and I could feel her bring me past the point of no return. Mixed in with the unprecedented pleasure was a feeling of abject shame. This was going to be gross and messy. Surely Wendy didn't want me to ejaculate?

There was nothing I could do though, and I finally came, rhythmically spurting my fluids in a small puddle on my towel. I was so embarrassed by what I had just done that I just froze, not knowing what else to do.

Her hand quickly pulled away. "Wow," she marveled, "did I do that?" She scooted around to my side, reached out and took my now rapidly softening manhood in her hand as I pushed up into a kneeling position. I looked at her, hardly even noticing her bare chest, and said, "Oh God, Wendy, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

She looked crestfallen. "David, that's exactly what I wanted you to do. I thought it would feel good for you."

"Well, of course it did, but I thought you'd think it was gross," I told her.

Her face relaxed and she giggled. "When you accidentally showed me the tip of it, I knew I just had to see the rest. I wanted to see if I could make you spurt like one of my dad's horses when we collect for artificial insemination." Now wasn't that romantic! "Your penis is very beautiful, you know." Well, that was better. At least she didn't call me 'Trigger'.

My shame started to melt away. If Wendy liked it, that was all that mattered. And hey, what Wendy had done had felt sensational. The liberties I'd guiltily taken with myself in the shower were nothing to compare.

"Well," I told her "if you liked it, that's totally different. It was definitely the best thing I've ever felt." I allowed.

Her face positively beamed. "Good. Can I touch it some more?."

Well, now that was the question. I weighed a lifetime of teaching against the wonderful, happy smile on Wendy's face and found myself totally comfortable with my choice.

I looked again deeply into those bottomless eyes. "I'd love that."

"Well," she said, contemplating the situation, "why don't you kneel on my towel. This one's had it." I moved onto her towel, acutely aware of my complete nudity. She folded up my towel neatly, puddle to the inside, sliding it into the side pocket of my gym bag, then knelt down facing me.

Not wasting any time, she grinned and eagerly reached down and began to fondle my now partially flaccid member. Taking me in both hands, she felt the weight and experimented with squeezing and bending it a little, just playing with it. The feeling for me was almost surreal. I had come here hoping only to see my best friend, but now here I was naked with a topless beauty fondling my penis. It was almost too much to comprehend.

Her hands felt pretty good in a relaxed sort of way, but better than that, since she was kneeling right in front of me, her breasts were well within reach. If she was going to touch me, I figured she couldn't complain about me touching her. I timidly reached out and cupped them in my hands.

Her hands stopped for a moment. In turn, I stopped mine. "Is this okay?" I asked her.

"It's more than just okay, David," she said, staring down at my hands with a look of wonder on her face. "Please keep doing that."

I eagerly complied. Sure enough, her breasts were very firm. They were also very smooth and the nipples felt like they were as hard as rocks. Caressing them was a very nice experience. It was all that I had hoped for and more.

Her hands on me had started exploring again. "Hey, look at that! It's getting hard again!" she said, excitement in her voice. I looked down and sure enough, her ministrations were working magic on me and I was growing back to my full size.

"Wow, I can't even get my fingers around it," she exclaimed. She continued to play with her new toy, running her hands up and down it. "Hmm, I know what this needs," she said, mischief in her voice.

Reaching beside her, she retrieved the oil and squirted some on me like she was putting mustard on a hot dog. Now her hands glided easily up and down. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I had done for myself what she was doing for me now, but it had never felt like this! I liked the way that the oil felt and how easily her hands slid over me – I wanted to touch her the same way.

I reached down and gently touched my fingers to the small mound under her swimsuit, watching carefully for her reaction. Her hands stopped again and she looked at me. I'm sure she could see the desire in my eyes, but I couldn't tell exactly what was on her mind. Finally, without a word, she let go of my member, turned around and got down on all fours with her pretty behind facing me.

"I want you to touch me just like I touched you." she said.

Yes, I know what you're thinking. Using that position was a bit strange, but we grew up on the farm. The only time we ever saw reproduction, it was in this position. Looking back, our naiveté level was startling. We had both gotten 'The Talk', but it mostly consisted of admonitions not to do exactly what we were doing now. Our high school didn't even have "health" class, such as it was, until our upcoming senior year.

I carefully reached forward and brushed the back of my index finger across the fabric covering her privates. She gasped and her body went rigid. I turned my hand around and gently began to caress her mound with my palm. She started to moan and push back against me, so I increased the pressure. Finally she reached back and started to tug at her suit. I took the hint and slid the tiny little thing off of her hips and then down over her ankles. I eagerly reached between her thighs and guided her to spread her legs wide.

What I was looking at was bewildering. The magazines I had seen had shown relatively tame images. If you saw the model's privates at all, it was just a hint of the outer lips. Wendy, on the other hand, was fully exposed to me. I didn't know what parts would feel good for her if touched. Since I didn't know where to start, I just reached up and palmed the whole thing, rubbing lightly.

"Oh God, that feels incredible!" Wendy moaned. You could have cut the tension in her voice with a knife. I pulled my palm away and began to explore her with my fingertips. There were lots of fine details between her lips. I didn't know what all they were so I just took turns caressing them all.

Moving a little higher and hardly using any pressure at all, the tip of my finger unexpectedly slipped into her. Ah, so that's where a man's penis went. But it was so small! I slid my finger in just a little more. It was wet and slippery and felt like heaven.

"Oh!" she gasped.

"Are you all right?" I asked her.

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh God, David, please keep doing that!" she said frantically.

I guess she must have liked that.

I slipped my finger in a little further. When I encountered no resistance, I slid it even further into her warm wetness. She was very tight inside and I could feel her muscles contracting around me. Finally, my finger was in all the way.

I started to stroke in and out. Her warm slick wetness was a revelation to me. I had speculated a lot about what a woman would feel like inside, but this was nothing like what I had expected. It was much, much better.

Since I had a hand free, I decided to do a little more exploring. I started to gently rub between her lips with my thumb. She began to moan softly. It felt so good to give her pleasure like this that I felt my erection surge. There was a problem though. She was amazingly wet inside, but her other features lacked lubrication. I got an idea. I pulled my finger out and used it to spread her precious fluids around. Inserting my finger back into the happy place, I found that my thumb glided over her much more easily. 

Wendy moaned. "That's incredible, David. Don't ever stop." Good, I didn't ever intend to.

It suddenly occurred to me that since I was behind her, she couldn't see what I was doing. The horny side of my brain (which was the vast majority at this point) decided to explore the possibilities. Still stroking in and out with my finger, I took my now fully recovered manhood in my other hand and started to massage her privates with the head. She continued to moan and gasp, but I don't think she could tell the difference. I sure could though. The tip of my erection was starting to leak pre-cum and the lubrication made everything even better. I don't know if it was the actual physical sensation or just the fact that my bare privates were actually touching hers, but it was driving me almost insane with desire. I wanted to slide my manhood in where my finger was.

I knew this was the horny side of my brain talking, but I was surprised to find that the rational, responsible side was just as enthusiastic. This was a completely new attitude. I sure wouldn't have gone all the way with April if we had actually gone on our scheduled date the night before, but my heart told me that the rules didn't apply when it came to Wendy. With her, it would be completely okay. A bit of a contradiction, I know, but I was quite certain about it. 

Now without a trace of guilt, I decided to see if I could make it happen. There were a couple of problems with this, though.

First was the fact that she had just told me that she was going to remain a virgin. She wouldn't take kindly to my just sticking it in there. Whatever I did back here, I had better make sure that I didn't do anything without her okay.

Second, I didn't see any way that I could physically fit myself into that tiny little opening. She was very tight around my finger, but my erect penis is nearly the size of two pop cans stacked on top of each other. To see if it would even be close, I pulled my finger out and attempted to insert two of them. She gasped and held still, I could see the tension in her body as I slowly began to ease them in. I wasn't sure how hard I should try and push, but when I paused, she said, "Please, keep going. That feels really good."




A Journal Entry



Well I didn't want to disappoint her, so I pushed a little harder and her privates stretched to accept me. I finally worked my fingers in to the hilt, and then started to wiggle them around inside, exploring her forbidden spaces. What I really found interesting is that once I was past the first inch or two of tightness, she expanded into a rather large open area inside. I rotated my wrist around so that I could feel her all around. Wow, who knew? I began to stroke in and out again.

Wendy slowly started moving her hips to meet the thrusts of my fingers. Her moans were getting more pronounced now. Even as inexperienced as I was, I could tell that it was pleasure, not pain. I was finding that turning her on turned me on too.

I knew that she would have to stretch a whole lot more if I was going to reach my ultimate goal, so as I started stroking in and out, I very gradually started spreading my two fingers apart, opening her more and more. As she got used to the feel of my fingers, she relaxed, and without ever stopping the massage I was giving her with the tip of my member, I slipped my ring finger next to the other two and tried to slip them in. It was immediately apparent that she wasn't big enough to accommodate all three right away.

"Oh! What was that?" was her response. I pulled my fingers back out. Then, before I could even move, Wendy dipped her head dip low to look between her lovely breasts and down to her crotch. I was caught red handed holding the tip of my penis up where it didn't belong. "Did you put it inside me?" she asked.

"No!" I exclaimed, "I was just rubbing it around the outside. I'm only putting my fingers inside." Now that I had been caught trying to do the unthinkable, I figured the party was over. Oh well, it had been fun while it lasted.

Then she amazed me again. "Damn, I thought you were already in. God David, I've wanted you inside me for so long."

I was dumbfounded. "You have? I thought you said you wanted to wait."

"Well yes, I didn't want to just run out and do it with whoever. My mom's always told me to wait until I'm married, but somehow I've always had this feeling that it's different with you." There were actual tears welling up in her eyes. She went on in a rush. "I've just always felt it would be wrong with someone else, but somehow all right with you. Am I crazy?"

I thought about it for a moment.

"No Wendy, you're not crazy at all. I feel exactly the same way. It's okay to do it with you, but no one else. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I didn't want it to seem like I'm easy. It had to be your idea. I'd have died if I'd scared you away. Now please, David, I've waited for years, I want you to make love to me!"

"Wendy, I want the same thing" I told her with a huge, relieved grin.

Praying for a miracle, I moved the swollen head of my penis to her opening and tried to push it in. It was like trying to shove a bowling ball into a golf cup. It wasn't even close. I wiggled the head back and forth with my hand and pushed harder. I could feel her pushing back. Still no dice.

"What's the matter, David?" Wendy asked, turning her head to look at me. I could see from the look on her face that she was desperate for me to hurry up and get with the program.

"I'm so sorry Wendy, but I'm just too big. I can't make it fit." I'm sure that Wendy could see the desperate look on my face.

"Maybe it's because I'm too small," she offered.

"No, we both know that it's my fault."

"Well, you can't get smaller, so we'll just have to find a way to make me bigger." That's my Wendy; always the practical one.

Okay, if she was willing to work at this, so was I. She had expanded a bit to take my fingers, so maybe she just needed more of that. I let my manhood drop away and slipped two fingers back in, stroking her gently. Her eyes watched my hand intently.

"Wendy, I think the only way this is going to work is if you relax and let me use my fingers. You're still way too small, but you've been opening more and more. I don't know how big you can get, bit if you're patient, it might be enough."

"Okay, I'm willing to do whatever we have to do, just please make it happen."

I put three fingers together and started to work them in. The tips went in relatively easily now, but as I approached the second knuckle it started to get tighter. As the pressure increased, she tensed, stopping all progress. I could feel her clamp down.

"Wendy, you've got to trust me and just relax."

"I'm trying, but I just can't. It hurts" she said. 

I knew I would have to do something to relax her, so I scooted around to where I was kneeling at her side, facing her hips. Still holding my three fingers in place, I gently began to stroke the inside of her left thigh with my free hand, slowly caressing her firm skin with as calm and relaxed a motion as I could manage. Gradually I could see the tension go out of her posture and I felt her inner muscles relax around my fingers. I gradually worked them further in and then started stroking her slowly, getting further in with each stroke. Fortunately, there was no shortage of lubrication. Painful or not, she was obviously very aroused by my ministrations.

"Feeling better now?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

In response, she shifted onto one hand and reached back and gently took my oil slicked member in her other, squeezing it firmly and rubbing it up against her belly. "I don't want anyone but me to ever have this wonderful thing, and I'll do whatever it takes to make it my own." This wasn't the attitude I was expecting from my sweet virginal Wendy. No, this was my wildest fantasy come true. Wow!

I still had my other hand on her inner thigh, caressing her softly as I moved it slowly upward, closer and closer to her center of pleasure. She moaned as my fingers reached her lips. I temporarily removed the three fingers on the other hand from inside her and spread Wendy's sweet fluids all over privates then slid them back in, stroking deeply. I was having more success with her opening now, my three fingers were stroking in to the hilt and I was starting to spread them just a little. The fingers of my other hand massaged between her lips, using her wetness to ease their explorations.

Her hand on me was also getting bolder, slowly stroking at the same tempo. As she stroked harder and harder, I did the same, also increasing the pressure and tempo on her folds with the fingers of my other hand. I could feel that I was about to come again and Wendy was moaning louder and louder. Suddenly her hand on me stopped and she squeezed me tight. 

I couldn't contain myself any more and gave in to the sensation. I crammed my fingers as deep into Wendy as I could and spread them wide. This release was at least as intense as the last. I made another puddle, this time on the far edge of Wendy's towel.

Through my cloud of ecstasy, I could hear Wendy gasp. Then she arched her back and screamed.

Oh my God! What had I done? I was scared to death that I had hurt her. I immediately pulled my fingers out and lifted her to a kneeling position, pulling her close. She put her arms around me and squeezed me tight. She shuddered.

"Are you okay, Wendy?" I asked fearfully. At first there was no response, but as her breathing slowed I could feel her relax.

"Oh David. I'm so much more than okay. That was the best thing that's ever happened to me. I didn't know that such a thing was possible!"

I suddenly realized that she had experienced must have been an orgasm. "Did you..." I asked her, just to be sure.

"Yes, and it was by far the biggest and best one I've ever had."

"I hadn't ever seen one before," I told her.

"Oh yes you have," She said with a twinkle in her eye. "You gave me one when you massaged me."

I thought about that. So that's what had happened. "But that was nothing like this," I pointed out.

"So you did catch me." She giggled and playfully rubbed my behind. "Orgasms can be very different. The first one was very sweet, but not intense. I tried not to let you see that it because I thought it might scare you off."

"You won't scare me off now."

"Good," she said, giving me a quick kiss.

Wendy looked down at my rapidly shrinking member. "Uh oh, now what do we do."

"Don't worry. It'll get hard again. Let's worry about you."

Looking in her eyes for her approval, I reached down and started to caress her privates. She smiled and nodded, then turned and dropped to all fours again.

I resumed my position at her hip and started stroking again. I discovered that having her orgasm with her insides packed full of my fingers had stretched her further. She was looser than she was before. I took the opportunity to add my little finger to the mix and started to work them in, just a little bit at a time.

"Gee David, it feels like you're driving a truck in there," she moaned.

"I'm sorry, Wendy, I'm being as gentle as I can. You're going to have to get just a bit bigger if you want me in you. You still do don't you?" She nodded emphatically. "We'll try again in just a minute," I told her.

To try to take her mind off of the pain, I reached forward and took her breast in my hand. I began to gently caress it and play with the nipple. I decided that I didn't want anyone else to ever be with her either. She was so totally perfect that I wanted her all to myself forever.

Unfortunately, it now seemed that she had gotten as big as she was going to get. After a couple of minutes of trying to work my fingers further in, I had made all the progress I was going to make. I was pretty sure that it wasn't enough, but there wasn't anything else I could think of to do. Thinking back on that day, and knowing what I do now about female anatomy, I'm amazed at how much pain she must have borne that day.

"Okay," I asked, "are you ready to try it again?"

"Yes, but I don't think you're ready."

Whoops, I'd forgotten about that little necessity. I had come twice now and it had only been a few minutes since the last one. I was still mostly flaccid, but oddly, this reminded me of a trick we occasionally used in my dad's shop. I immediately put it out of my mind as unworthy of the situation. Doing that would be just plain weird. On the other hand, both of us were desperate and I had run out of ideas. Would it work here? Did I dare try it? What the heck, it wasn't going to happen for us if I didn't.

"No, Wendy, I'm not hard just yet, but let me try something that I think might help both of us. Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

Kneeling right behind her, I placed the head of my flaccid manhood against her opening. Using the tips of my thumbs, I started to force it inside her. It was more like stuffing a sausage than having sex, but I was entering her. Her opening was still way to small for my erect organ, but soft like this I was able to squeeze the compressed head inside, then as it squished through the tightest part into the wider section beyond, I was able to pack several inches of the shaft inside her also. Finally, I had crammed half of my softness in there. I could feel that there was another obstruction blocking any further progress.

What had given me the idea was this – in my dad's welding shop, when we had to pry two jammed chunks of metal apart, we sometimes drove dry wooden wedges between the obstinate parts then poured water on them. The hydraulic pressure of the wood fibers soaking up the water expanded them and forced the metal parts apart. I was counting on my own little hydraulic action to do the same thing here.

"Is this okay?" I asked her.

"Are you in?" she asked. A woman should never ask a man that! "I feel like I'm really, really full inside, but it doesn't hurt much," she observed.

"It's in, but it's not hard yet. It will be in a minute though." Sure enough, the sight of the first few inches of my penis buried in her sweetness was so erotic that I was getting hard again. I was rapidly expanding into an area that really didn't have room for me and the tight band of her opening was like a tourniquet around my manhood. I was afraid I might be forced out so I grabbed her hips and pulled her up tight against me. I was in now and I wasn't leaving unless she asked!

Wendy groaned. "Ouch! That's really tight." The pressure from the irresistible expansion of my erection inside of her was inexorably spreading her delicate little opening wide, like the Jaws of Life opening up a jammed car door.

"Do you want me to pull out?" I asked. I could see that her inner lips were stretching paper thin around me and I was deathly afraid that she was going to tear.

"No! I don't care how bad it hurts. I can live with that if it's what it takes to have you inside me. If you pull out I might never get you back inside again," she whimpered. As I watched, my manhood finally returned to its full size.

"Are you all the way in?" Wendy gasped.

"No, not all the way."

Wendy started to sob. Her pain was almost more than I could take. How could something so wonderful be so awful at the same time? I had never knowingly hurt anyone like this.

"Please David, I want to have you all the way in. Please!" she managed between sobs.

Okay, but this wasn't going to be pretty. I applied more pressure and could definitely feel what I assumed was her hymen, blocking the way. Steady pressure wasn't getting me past it, so I held her hips firmly and gave a mighty thrust. Her hymen stretched and then ripped apart as I entered her more deeply. After eighteen years, our virginity was gone. Her cry confirmed my success.

It took a lot of pressure and thrusting, but finally my pelvis was pressed tight up against her. It felt like I could feel the entire inside of her wonderful warm, wet body. It was at once the best and worst feeling of my life. Being inside her was like returning home, but the price she was paying weighed heavily on my heart. I wanted to see if I could comfort her. I leaned forward and placed my hands around her, easing her into an upright position with her back pressed against my chest. I could feel myself sliding out of her just a bit, but I was still buried pretty deeply.

I held her tight, rocking her gently and whispering reassurances in her ear. Slowly her sobbing stopped and she twisted her torso around enough to kiss me. "I can't begin tell you how much that hurt, but at the same time it's the most wonderful thing I've ever felt. You've always belonged inside me," she said as I gently wiped her tears away with my fingers.

"I'm so sorry I hurt you, Wendy," I told her. "The last thing on earth that I would ever want to do is cause you pain."

She nodded. "I know, but it's absolutely worth it." Her hand went down to her crotch and she felt between her legs, lightly running her fingers around my scrotum and then up my shaft to the point where it disappeared inside her. I could feel her shiver.

"I've dreamed about this for so long. Now it's finally true." Her smile lit up my world. She opened her mouth and began to kiss me some more.

My instinct was to begin thrusting inside of her, but with what I had put her through, I decided to wait until she was ready for that. My left arm was still around her and I was absently stroking her belly with my other hand. "Mmm, that feels nice," she said. "You can do that some more." I reached down and grabbed the oil, squirting a bunch of it onto her breasts and belly. Whoops! Way too much. I quickly spread it all over her naked front so it wouldn't all just run off. She was covered with a thick coat of oil from her shoulders to her knees. I took turns massaging each of her wonderful breasts.

As we kissed, my hand slid lower and I ran my palm firmly all over her belly. I worked my hand lower and lower, almost teasing her as I got closer to her center of pleasure. In my late night fantasies, I had dreamed about doing this many times, but never with me already impaling the target area. I had always imagined that she would resist my touching her there, but I could tell by the reaction I was getting that she was anxiously anticipating my hand's arrival. As I massaged her lower belly, I bypassed her privates and began to trace my fingertips lightly up and down the inside of her thighs.

She had stopped kissing me now and had tensed, obviously concentrating on what my hand was doing. I figured it was time to stop torturing her now. I moved my fingers upward and began to very gently work oil into her abused inner lips where they were stretched thin around my member. She murmured her approval and I could feel her move her hips, sliding up an inch or two on me and then back down, very slowly. She moaned softly and began to kiss me again, her tongue gently caressing mine.

My fingers moved to the delicate features between her lips, then her hand was on mine and she guided me to her most pleasurable place. I began to lightly caress her there. Her moaning became more pronounced. She began to move herself up and down on me faster and harder. I started to rise and fall to meet her thrusts. I moved my other arm to where I could massage her oil-slicked right breast while I held her close to me.

Her thrusting was becoming almost frantic now and her kisses desperate. Suddenly her mouth left mine and she tensed up, arching her back to the point that I thought it must have been painful. She let out a cry of pain and ecstasy that was both beautiful and haunting at the same time. I'll never forget that sound.

Her thrusting stopped. I took her in my arms and gently held her close.

Slowly her muscles relaxed and she nestled back against me, spent. "Are you okay?" I asked her.

"I'm more okay than I've ever been in my life," she sighed. "If I'd known that making love with you would be so good, I'd have found a way to get you alone years ago!"

"You know, Wendy, that was pretty good for me too."

"Did you come?"

"No," I replied, "but I'd like to."

"Good," she said, grinning from ear to ear, "because I want to do that some more."

She dropped to all fours and pressed backwards against me, taking me in to the hilt. I needed no more encouragement here and, placing my hands on her hips, I slowly eased out of her a couple of inches and then thrust in again.

"Oh yes" she cried. "That's exactly what I need." I stroked her again. And then again, and again.

"Does it still hurt?" I asked.

"Not enough to matter" she panted. "I want you to come inside me."

I couldn't have been happier to hear anything! Ed McMahon telling me I'd won ten million dollars would have paled in comparison.

Wendy began to match my rhythm, thrusting her hips back to meet mine. I started withdrawing a little bit farther with each stroke until only the head remained in each time. I felt like I was going to implode from the intensity of the sensations emanating from where our bodies were joined together.

Then, stupidly, I pulled out just a little too far and I popped out of her entirely. I immediately put my head back to the opening and pushed. I couldn't put it back in – the head was now too big. I gently spread her lips with my thumbs and thrust as hard as I could. Fully erect, I just couldn't enter such a small place. I had shut myself out of paradise!

"David, you've got to get it back in. You just have to!" Wendy cried desperately. I shoved again as hard as I could, but it just wouldn't fit back in.

Wendy then took matters into her own hands. Getting to her knees, she turned and practically threw me onto my back on the towel. Reaching down beside me she gathered a handful of the fluids from the puddle I had left there on the edge of her towel. She smeared them all over the head of my erection and then into her own privates. Squatting over me, she reached down between her legs and placed me against her opening, rubbing me around to spread the lubrication. She then used the fingers of both hands to spread her abused lips wide open around the head and came down on me with all her weight. My manhood started to bend in the middle and I thought she was going to break it in half! Finally she opened just enough to admit me. Wendy fell all the way down the shaft until she crashed down onto my hips, totally impaled.




A Journal Entry



We stopped and stared at each other. Her resourcefulness absolutely astounded me. She was one in a million. Swear to God, I was going to marry this girl! I waited for her to make the next move. Staring at me, I could tell that she was waiting for me. Time seemed to stand still.

We continued to stare at each other. Finally she grinned and giggled. I had to smile myself. This got her laughing out loud, which in turn made me laugh. Soon we were both laughing uncontrollably. Looking back now I can understand it. We had jumped into a situation that neither of us was really prepared for and the emotional overload needed an outlet. Laughing sure felt good. It reminded me that she wasn't just my lover; she was my best friend. She leaned down and kissed me. I eagerly kissed her back.

"Was this your idea?" I asked.

"Well, I'd have to admit that when you told me about being with Alice, I got a bit jealous. I realized how much I still wanted you and I was willing to do anything to get you back. Did you think we'd be doing this today?"

I shook my head. "I just wanted to see you again." Then I decided to be totally honest, "I'd have been thrilled to see your breasts," I told her.

"I just wanted to show them to you and maybe have you touch them. Actually doing this was just a fantasy," Wendy admitted, blushing. Then more seriously, "Did we do a wrong thing here?"

"Wendy, there is no place on this planet that I would rather be right now. Being inside you feels so right, it's like my whole life has been leading to this. It's absolutely perfect."

Tears were running down Wendy's face. "I feel exactly the same way. I want you in me always."

I hugged her close to me and held her like there was no tomorrow.

Eventually we got ourselves under control. She kissed me tenderly, then started to slide up and down on my shaft. The talking stopped quickly, overcome by the intensely erotic feeling. She started stroking higher and higher. Her breasts were bouncing up and down in time. I just couldn't resist taking them in my hands. They felt so firm and perfect, fitting my palms like they were made just for me.

The sight of my nude girlfriend, beautiful breasts in my hands and with my manhood gliding in and out of a place where it shouldn't have fit, was absolutely driving me wild. Wendy's brunette pubic hair was mingling with my jet black. "Oh God, Wendy, I'm about to come!" I managed between heaving breaths.

"So am I," she panted.

I watched her in fascination this time as the storm of her orgasm approached. It started with a look of realization, then moved to anticipation and then to ecstasy. She stopped bouncing and with all of me deep inside her, her hips started convulsing uncontrollably. It looked almost painful, but at the same time, even a kid like me could see that she was experiencing the kind of sexual ecstasy that a man will probably never understand. She leaned way forward and kissed me desperately as I wrapped my arms around her and held her close.

The moment had come for me as well and, as a shadow fell over us, I shot my semen deep inside her. I could have died with no regrets at that moment. We were kissing each other more passionately than we could have ever imagined in any of the little pecking sessions I'd had before.

Finally, we started to relax. Our breathing slowed and her face backed away from mine, giving me the most wonderful look of peace and satisfaction. I returned the look, happier than I'd ever been in my life – but only for a moment.

The shadow had been no illusion. Someone was standing over us.

Wendy saw the look of panic on my face and whipped her head around. "Leah, what are you doing here?" she demanded.

"Just watching you fuck. And taking pictures," Wendy's nineteen year old sister said, holding up her dad's pride and joy Nikon with its big zoom lens. "You may be Daddy's favorite, but not after I show him these! When I checked your not-so-secret hiding place and saw that your slutty little swimsuit was gone, I knew that story about going to a football game was a load of crap."

The camera wasn't the only thing she was holding. Hanging over her shoulder was my gym bag with all of our clothing.

Leah was a pretty, full-figured blonde, but she'd always had a personality like a pit bull. She especially didn't like her little sister. She was one of the reasons that Wendy and I hadn't gotten together for so long. She was always spying on Wendy and I knew if she saw us together, their dad would have heard about it.

Now, with indisputable evidence of our transgression in Leah's hands, the only thing that worried me more than what Cliff would do to me was what he would do to Wendy.

"Please, please, please, don't tell on us." Wendy begged. "I'll give you anything." I emphatically nodded my concurrence.

"You don't have anything I want, little sister," Leah replied coldly. Then I could see an idea come across her face. I had a cold feeling in my gut that I wasn't going to like this. "Well maybe there is something I want."

"What is it? You can have it!" Wendy said.

"Okay," she said with an evil grin, "I want David's cock."

Our jaws dropped. Surely she was kidding, but the look on Leah's face told us that she was dead serious.

"No! He won't do it!" Wendy told her with a shocked and angry look on her face.

"Okay, then," Leah grinned, backing up a few feet and snapping one last picture of us. "Daddy's going to love these!" Leah placed the camera in my bag and climbed up the riverbank. Turning to us, she yelled down, "Last chance. It'll be fun to see how you guys make it home! I may even have to take some more pictures."

"You can't take our clothes!" Wendy yelled desperately.

"Maybe you shouldn't have taken them off for the little slant-eye in the first place, you slut!" Leah sneered as she turned and disappeared out of sight. I had known that she had some real issues, but I wouldn't have believed that she would stoop to this.

Wendy's face was pure anguish, knowing what was to come. My mind was racing. Leah's indecent proposal had absolutely no appeal to me, but the only other thing I could think of was for the two of us to just disappear. We could create our own little witness protection program somewhere in America, but I knew that would be a truly desperate last resort. There really was no choice but to accede to Leah's wishes.

"Wait!" I called out to Leah, "I'll do it." After an agonizing few seconds, Leah reappeared at the top of the riverbank and started hiking back down, staring at us victoriously.

Looking up at the shocked expression on my lover's face, I told her, "Wendy, I can't let you get in trouble for something that was my idea." Somehow, even with the events of the last couple minutes, we hadn't been willing to pull away from each other. I was now mostly flaccid, but still buried to the hilt.

"No, David. It was at least as much my idea as yours and I can't stand the thought of seeing you with her. You're mine now," Wendy sobbed, tears starting to roll down her face.

"I'll always be yours. Nothing will ever change that," I told her. "You know what will happen if your dad finds out. Do you want that?" She shook her head. "Then I have to do it. You won't have to watch."

"My, that's very gallant of you, David, but I'm afraid that she does," Leah contradicted with an evil grin as she walked up to us – minus the bag. "I'm making it a part of the deal. I wouldn't want my dear little sister to miss a minute of it."

I looked at Wendy. She stared into my eyes for what must have been half a minute. At last she nodded, a heartbroken look on her face. "You're right, David, we don't have any choice. I know she's not bluffing, she'll do it."

Wendy started to push up away from me, then quickly leaned back down and whispered in my ear, "Thanks David, I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered back. It didn't register until later what I'd said; it was so natural. I'd certainly never said that to her before, but I realized now that I'd loved her for a long time.

Wendy sat up and slowly un-impaled herself, our body parts making a soft sucking sound as she finally withdrew completely. At least after three ejaculations there wasn't much of a mess.

As I got up, I was devising a plan. I could just grab Leah, give her shoes to Wendy and then destroy the film in the camera. It would work. I was so much stronger than Leah that she wouldn't have a chance.

As she sauntered up to me, I put my plan into action. I grabbed her arm, spun her around and wrapped her up tight in my arms. She struggled and kicked, but I gave her a fierce squeeze and yelled at her in my best drill instructor voice, "Stop!"

It worked. She stopped struggling.

"Take her shoes," I told Wendy. "You can go up and get our bag and ditch the film." Wendy stood where she was.

"Think it through, David," she said sadly. "She'll still tell my dad and he'll believe her."

"And he'll insist on a doctor doing a pelvic exam if you try and deny it," Leah added helpfully.

I wasn't willing to give up that easily. "Either you promise to keep your mouth closed, or I'll beat the living shit out of you right here, Leah," I told her. I meant it too. "I've never struck a woman before, but in this case I'll make an exception. What your dad did to Wendy will be mild in comparison."

"Her promise means nothing, believe me," Wendy said. "As soon as she's home, she'll squeal anyway." Leah didn't even try to deny it.

"Then I'll find you later," I warned Leah.

Leah wasn't fazed in the least. "I have no doubt that you would if you could, but I'd bet my dad would find you before you found me. I'd be in no danger."

They were both right. There was nothing I could do short of killing her right here (obviously not an option) that would keep Leah from squealing on us.

"The deal still stands, you guys," Leah offered.

I finally admitted defeat. "Okay, it's a deal," I said, reluctantly releasing her.

"Good," she gloated, turning to face me. "I was going to let you off easy before, but because of your little stunt, I intend to get my money's worth. The two of us are going to do everything that you did with my sister, exactly the same way. We may also do a few other things."

She stepped up to me and boldly took my still flaccid penis in her hands. She lifted it up, squeezed it and swiveled it around a bit. "Nice elephant trunk you've got here. I think I'm going to enjoy myself."

I couldn't believe it. I was about to be raped. Not in a violent, physical force way, but it was sex forced by the threat of the certain violence her dad would dish out.

"Undress me," she ordered.

Complying, I hooked my fingers under her tube top and peeled it up over her head as she let go of my manhood and raised her arms. Her ample breasts popped free.

Leah was voluptuous where Wendy was slim. Her breasts were at least a D-cup. Most men would probably prefer Leah's body to Wendy's, but even if it hadn't been under these circumstances, I'd have vastly preferred Wendy's slim athletic perfection.

I dropped to my knees and unzipped her jeans. Wiggling them over her full hips along with her lacy panties, I pulled them down around her ankles. She grasped my bare shoulders as I pulled her shoes, socks and pants off, one leg at a time. Her bare privates were inches from my face. If someone had told me the day before that I would have a pretty, nineteen-year-old beaver in my face and want it to go away, I'd have told them they were crazy. Life is strange.

"Now, what did you two do first?" Leah pondered aloud. "Oh yeah, that was it. Okay, lay back down on your stomach on the towel," she ordered. So she had seen the whole thing. I could tell by the look in her eye that she was getting massively turned on by having the power to order a man around. Especially if he was the boyfriend of her hated sister – and in front of her too.

I did as I was ordered. Leah shot a glance over at her sister. Wendy was sitting down on the sand, facing away from us. "Turn around, Wendy. The deal is that you have to watch." Wendy's shoulders slumped in resignation and she turned around. "When I look at you, I expect you to be looking at us," Leah demanded. Wendy nodded unhappily.

I couldn't believe the level of cruelty that Leah was willing to dish out. This was way beyond any sibling rivalry I had ever heard of.

Leah knelt beside me and grabbed the oil. Squirting some on her hands, she started rubbing my inner thighs. She tugged at my leg with her hand and I lifted up a few inches off of the towel. She immediately reached underneath and started to rub her hand up and down my manhood. She was grinning and staring straight at her sister.

"Does this look familiar, Sis?" she taunted. I really hoped that I wouldn't get hard and that Leah would give up, but being eighteen years old, I had no real choice in the matter. Three orgasms or not, if something stimulated my privates, I was going to stand at full attention.

Sure enough, I reached full mast quickly. As she made me get up on all fours, she started jerking me off for all she was worth. I honestly wasn't enjoying myself, but after a while I could feel that I was building toward an ejaculation anyway. I absolutely didn't want this to happen in front of Wendy. I looked at her, desperate to find a way not to come. The look on Wendy's face was enough to slow me down. She was obviously devastated.

I could only imagine what she was going through. I tried to look at it from Wendy's perspective. If my brother had snuck up on us and insisted on having sex with Wendy in front of me, he would have had a serious fight on his hands. No possible way I would let that happen. But what if I knew someone would kill her if she didn't? Would I risk her life? God, I didn't know! But just the thought of it was enough to take my level of arousal down several notches.

Leah continued to stroke me. I looked back at her. She was definitely enjoying herself. Then I saw her drizzle some oil on my butt crack. She started to rub my anus with her fingers. This felt very strange, but not half as strange as when she suddenly shoved a finger up inside me.

"Hey!" I yelled, "what are you doing?" I definitely didn't swing that way. My behind was exit only. I tried to move away, but she grabbed a fist full of the family jewels and squeezed. I froze.

She gave me an evil grin. "Shut up and enjoy it, kid," she sneered "your ass is mine now." She was obviously very proud of her little joke. "I've got film in a camera that says I can do whatever I want with you." To protect Wendy, I really would have done about anything, so I did as I was told.

Leah let go of me then started to stroke my member again. Her finger inside me didn't really hurt that bad, certainly not compared to what I had put Wendy through, but it suddenly occurred to me that as long as she had those photos, she could do this whenever she wanted. The cruel, never ending nature of blackmail suddenly became crystal clear to me. Wendy and I were now completely beholden to Leah for a long time to come.

After a couple minutes, I could tell that my lack of ejaculation was frustrating Leah. She leaned forward and whispered furiously, "I want you to come, just like you did with your little bitch." Her voice was low. I don't think she wanted to admit in front of her sister that she couldn't turn me on just as much as Wendy could.

"I'm sorry, Leah. I've come three times already. I don't think I can do it again," I told her.

"We'll just see about that," she said.

Then Leah did something I would never have expected. She motioned me to stand up then, still on her knees, moved in front of me. She put her lips to the tip of my member and began to kiss and lick it. The fact that it was coated with oil and a mixture of my semen and Wendy's vaginal fluids didn't seem to bother her in the least. Despite my best intentions, this really turned me on. I managed to keep a studiously calm look on my face though, folding my arms across my chest. I could tell that this was going to be a tough thing, pretending that this wasn't at all pleasurable. Leah opened her mouth wide and actually took the head in her mouth. She must have had jaws like a rattlesnake!

As I watched, Leah's eyes locked on Wendy and she slowly worked her way down my shaft. To this day I'm impressed by the fact that she got about five inches of me in her mouth. If you think I'm easily impressed, just try putting an entire Coke can in your mouth. Of course this was Leah's big mouth, so I shouldn't have been too surprised.

From the way she handled me, I suspected that this wasn't the first time she had done this.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" I asked her casually.

Her mouth came up off of the top of my manhood. "Sure, a bunch of times with my..." she stopped and blushed. "Just shut up, David," she stammered.

"Right. Whatever," I told her dubiously. This was intriguing. Just whom had she been doing this with? I didn't say anything more, but I did look over at Wendy. Tears were streaming down her face. I tried to give her a reassuring look, but how sincere can you look when you're standing there with your dick in someone's mouth?

After several minutes, I could feel that I wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. Leah's skillful tongue and lips were just too much. I was making no outward sign, but it was more than I could stand. Just as I was poised at the moment of inevitability, Leah finally gave up. I fought the fight of my life and somehow pulled myself back from the brink.

"Well, that's enough fun for you. It's my turn now," Leah said cryptically as she withdrew, smiling to cover her lack of success. She had me lie on my back, and then straddled me, facing my feet, and scooted her crotch right up into my face. Her lips were much larger and more pronounced than Wendy's. "Eat me," she ordered. What? With my tongue? I hadn't ever even seen pictures of such a thing, but an order's an order.

I cautiously reached up and slid my tongue between her swollen lips. Her taste was like nothing I had ever tasted before – and quite unpleasant under these circumstances. I moved my tongue up and down her slot and she started to moan with pleasure.  

Leah shifted her weight to one hand and reached back and separated her lips with her fingers, spreading her privates wide open. "Lick my clit," she ordered. I had heard of a clitoris, but I didn't know which of the things in my face was the item in question. I took a guess.

"No, not there, you moron. Lower." Leah was charming as always. I moved my tongue as ordered and she stiffened. "That's it. Lick it hard!" she moaned.

Leah's thigh was blocking Wendy's view of the action. Unfortunately, Leah noticed this and ordered Wendy to get behind her and watch from up close. "I want to feel your hand on my hip. You're going to get a good view of this," she gloated.

Leah had gotten very wet and drops of her fluids were running down from her opening and onto my tongue. I had to stop occasionally to swallow. I wasn't enjoying this much. Every now and then, Leah would crane her neck around to check and make sure that Wendy was watching. (This is what Wendy told me later. I couldn't see much of anything down where I was.)

Mercifully, Leah's sopping crotch finally lifted off of my face. "Okay, it's time for the main event," she proclaimed. "I want you inside me in the same position you used on my sister. If Wendy gets to have that thing, then so do I." She sounded like a petulant four-year-old now. This was the part I dreaded the most. Having intercourse with Leah was going to be like committing adultery. I just couldn't think of any way out of it. I scooted out from under her and got behind her as she got up on all fours.

"I want you to do this part exactly like you did with my sister," she commanded imperiously. I began to rub her privates with my palm and then when she seemed to tire of that, I stuck my finger way up inside her. Unlike her sister, Leah was loose as a goose. There was hardly any feel to it at all. Something very large had been here before me. I went ahead and inserted two fingers into her, then three. I started to slowly stroke in and out of her with them.