6 comments/ 34855 views/ 20 favorites Hill Country Initiation Ch. 01 By: Sandman8314 This story is 93.6% fiction. All characters in this story, and in the sequels that follow, are eighteen years of age or older. ***** I was enrolled in a small college in a quaint, old-fashioned little country town in the Texas Hill Country. The town had been founded by German immigrants and was populated by their descendants. I lived in a boarding house owned and operated by a German family, and shared family-style meals with my landlords and their children around a long table with a whiter-than-white tablecloth. I was barely nineteen years old, and the daughter of the hotel-keepers, Lena, was about my age, possibly about half a year younger. She was a senior in high school. Her golden ringlets and cornflower-blue eyes made her quite attractive, although in an idealized, non-sexual way. She had an older friend named Karen, a year or so older than me, who used to come over now and then. Karen was also a blue-eyed blonde, and she wore her hair in two long braids. Lena's younger brother Jimmie had shown me a swimming hole in the river that ran through the town, and he and I and some of the other college boys swam there often. It was a small stream, no more than a creek really. One afternoon I was down by the river alone when Lena came quietly through the scrub brush to stand beside me. Today there was something different in her manner, in the way she moved, the way she walked, the way she held her body, and primarily in the way she looked at me. It was as if she were a different girl walking about in Lena's body, but looking at me through Lena's eyes. Karen came up behind her. She had blue bows at the ends of her golden braids. She didn't speak, but watched the two of us with a mysterious smile as Lena sat down on the rock beside me. After the usual "hi-how-are-you" exchange, Karen said, "We're going to go in swimming. Want to come with us?" "Well, uh, sure, uh, Karen." I was just a bit embarrassed. I had hung my jeans and tee-shirt over a bush, but for a rare change I was wearing a swimsuit, so I was ready. I was really glad I had brought the swimsuit with me, for I almost always swam naked in the creek, as all the local boys always did, and a lot of the college boys as well. I got up to go away for a minute behind the bushes so that the girls could change into their swimsuits. "You don't have to go," Karen said. "We don't need to change." "You're going to go in swimming with your clothes on?" I wasn't particularly surprised, but I thought it was unusual for a girl to swim with her clothes on. "Did you bring swimsuits?" "We don't have swimsuits, but we don't need them, do we?" "Oh." They meant to go in naked. The idea was titillating. I'd never seen a girl naked. Lena and Karen looked at each other and some sort of knowing female communication passed between them. "You first," said Karen. "No, you first," Lena said, with a soft, kittenish giggle. Karen unbuttoned her blouse slowly, one careful, deliberate button at a time, making a production of each button. The last button at the bottom was slower than all the others. She hesitated then for perhaps half a minute or more before she opened the blouse and held it open. Under the open blouse, her chest was well contoured; her breasts were mature in shape and size. Not large nor heavy, but definitely female breasts, firm and well-shaped, but not quite large enough to jiggle when she moved. I had never seen a girl's breasts before. My mother was a devout Southern Baptist with a lively sense of sin. I had been sheltered and "protected" from girls, and from any idea of what went on between boys and girls, or men and women. I was so sheltered that I was sent to a private religious school under incredibly strict supervision. I sometimes wonder how my mother ever managed to have children at all, what with sex being so sinful. I was painfully innocent in my first time away from home alone. Karen had broad, prominent hips and just a hint of a belly. She was what folks used to call "a corn fed country girl." Her areolas were wide and smooth, tawny with a slight orange tint, covering most of the surface of each breast. The nipples were large and erect, as large as the ball of your thumb. I think I could have hung my shirt on one of those nipples. She shed the blouse and stood barefoot in only her skirt, watching me with wise and knowing eyes. I could not speak or move. I may have forgot to breathe. Then she smiled and began to remove Lena's blouse as well, a little less slowly this time. When both girls were topless, Lena's breasts were small, mere swellings on her chest, just beginning to take on the contours of maturity. The contrast between the two girls was remarkable. Lena was a beautiful, angelic-looking girl, just days over eighteen and just on the verge of womanhood. Her skin was a pale milky white, and her blue eyes were like the eyes of an angel, totally innocent and pure. She was a china doll, all golden ringlets surrounding her head like a halo, and blue, blue eyes, in the most angelic face you could wish for. Karen was an earthy farm girl, all flesh and sensuousness. Her blonde braids seemed to emphasize her earthiness, and her blue eyes were full of mystery. A childlike girl and a mature young woman, yet bound together in that mysterious female conspiracy which defies male understanding, and probably female understanding too, with no need to understand, merely to be, as females. The two of them seemed to have some sort of unspoken agreement which centered on me. Both looked at me expectantly. "You like that?" Karen asked. "Um, uh, ah..., y . . . yes." I felt like a fool. Then Karen undid her deep blue skirt, let it fall, and stood there totally naked. Her burgeoning breasts emphasized her femininity. She wasn't just a teenage girl. She was intensely a woman. Her hips were wide and gently curved, her buttocks full and rounded. Her crotch was full, a mound of firm, plump flesh in a delta V, and covered with a delta-shaped patch of golden blond curls. The fleshy crease that her curly hair failed to cover was deep and pronounced. She was very, very female. Lena was-well, just a girl. Little did I know. I was entranced as Lena also removed her skirt. Not with the deliberate purpose of the older girl, but hesitantly, as if she were teetering on some invisible brink, unsure of what she was doing or maybe even why she was doing it. Her fingers fumbled with the button at her waist. The skirt dropped to the grass and Lena lifted her eyes to mine and turned to face me. Down where her legs met was the tiniest little slit, barely visible in her milky flesh. Not even a mound, just a slit in the flat space between her legs. It wasn't a delta V like Karen's was. Lena's thighs didn't quite come together at her crotch, so there was an empty space between, maybe two inches wide, and I could see right through. The pubic hair at her crotch was pale, pale blond, almost platinum, and sparse. Was this the girl I had lived under the same roof with, shared a bathroom with, helped with her homework, and sat down to dinner with? She couldn't be. She wasn't. She was a total stranger. Karen looked at me again. "Now you." she said. "What?" "Your turn." "My turn?" "Your turn. Take off your suit," "But, but ..." I couldn't speak nor resist as the two girls took off my swimsuit. Karen threw it onto a bush a yard or two away. "Okay," she said. "Okay? What?" "We can go in swimming," she said. "Or we can do it." "Do it? Do what?" "Oh, you know. Do it." Well, I didn't know. I was totally bewildered by my own nakedness, and dazed by the nudity of the two girls and the situation that we were in. I was helpless as the two girls walked slowly toward me, one on either side. "We're gonna show you how to do it," Lena said. LENA said that! The two girls came up close beside me and took me by the arms, one on either side. They led me through a break in the bushes into a glade behind a wall of shrubbery. I hadn't said a word, couldn't say anything. Girls were supposed to be sweet and soft and nice; all sweetness and light. But these two were doing things I had never imagined. I felt like I was living in some weird dream, and none of it was real. It couldn't be real, could it? Lena reached over and put her hand on my weenie. She started to stroke it just a little, almost shyly. Karen was more confident. She got hold of my balls and started to massage them. They gently pushed me sit down on a rock and Karen spread my thighs open. She squatted down and took my dick in her hand. I didn't know what to say or do; I just let her do whatever she was a mind to do. Her pussy was spread open just a little where she was squatting, and there was a sort of little flap of flesh sticking out of her. It looked thick and fleshy, and darkly red. It didn't really register on my mind at the time; I was still in awe of this girl doing all these impossible things to me, but that little flap was her inner pussy lips that stuck out of her crack at least an inch. If only I had known then. "See there Lena?" she cooed. "Hasn't he got a cute one?" Lena said, "It's kind of little. My brother Jimmie has a bigger whanger than that." But still she kept on feeling and fondling my weenie and my balls. "I seen him a few times when he was nekkid in the bathroom. I've seen my share of pricks. We got cows and bulls and sheep; we got pigs and dogs and cats. I even seen a rooster's prick once when he fucked the hens. I know what a whanger is." What the two girls were doing startled me, but it felt good. Still, they were girls, and to have girls doing these strange things to me was—well, uncomfortable. "You can tell he's a virgin," Lena said, "same as me." Karen made a moue at her, "That's dumb. Boys can't be virgins. A girl's a virgin until a boy pops her cherry. A boy hasn't got a cherry that he can lose." Then she looked at me. "All right," she said, without any warning. "We can do this. Come over here, Jack. We'll get you ready to do it." "What?" "We're goin' ta fuck, you and me. You're gonna put your dick in my cunt and I'll show you how it's done." Her fingers were doing a number on me, firm, sure, and agile. "I'm going to put . . .?" "Your prick in my pussy. You'll like it. I promise." She emphasized the words prick and pussy with her hand, squeezing my thing and then touching hers. She peeled back the foreskin that completely covered the head of my limp tool, put her mouth on the head of it, and ran her tongue around the ridge. She squeezed it lightly and took her mouth off it. Her skillful fingers working on my weenie were beginning to yield results. It felt oh, so good, and it started to rise and grow hard. It kept on rising and growing until it stood up about seven inches and as stiff as a broom handle. She wrapped her whole hand around the shaft and began an up-and-down motion, slowly at first, but getting faster. Then she spat in her hand, gripped my pecker tight, and rubbed it vigorously up and down about ten strokes. My weenie was no longer a weenie; it was a prick, a dick, a pecker. It was throbbing and pulsating. The head had turned to a dark red, almost purple, and the veins stood out all down the length of it. "Okay," she said at last, "That's good. I think he's about ready." "Yes," Lena said, nodding her agreement. Her blonde ringlets bobbed as she nodded her head. "It's bigger than I thought it was. But it's still not all that big. You can get all of that in you easy." Karen took my hand and lifted me off my rock seat. She folded her blue skirt up, sat down on it, and lay back at full length. Lying on her back like that, her breasts settled against her chest, now they were simple swellings, no longer round or contoured. It made her areolas stand out even more, and her nipples stood up like pegs. Lying there with her blue eyes full of fire and her golden braids spread out on the green green grass, she managed to look sultry, enticing, and innocent, all at the same time. "Now you lay down on top of me, Jack," she said. "I'm gonna show you how to fuck a girl. You're about to get your first piece of pussy." Her fingers were rubbing and stroking her deep cleft as she spoke. She spread her legs wide apart and her hand massaged her pussy faster. I stood there like a stone statue, just staring at this beautiful naked girl lying on the grass right before my eyes. Finally I took a deep, shuddering breath. "Huh?" I managed to whisper. "Lie down on top of me, Jack. I'll show you how it's done." Her voice was coaxing and persuasive. I sank to my knees between her open thighs and leaned forward with my arms stiff, holding my body above her, still afraid to make contact with all that creamy white skin. "Go on, Jack," said Lena. "Put it in her pussy." "Okay," I thought. I was in a daze, a fog, with no will of my own. "Whatever she wants." I lowered my body onto her slowly and gently. "She's a girl. I'll mash her flat. I don't want to hurt her." As our bodies finally touched, skin to naked skin, my stiff, erect whanger slapped against the cheeks of her ass and slid down the crack with a bit of friction. The head of my tool was ultra-sensitive. The sensation when it slid against the round, firm cheeks of her butt was amazing and totally unexpected. It took me by surprise. A shudder ran through my whole body. I shifted my weight forward an inch or two and felt the pressure as it bent my pecker down against the full, round cheeks of her butt. I lifted my hips and tried the motion another time. Lena squatted down beside us. She reached between our two bodies to grasp my erect prick and pump it half a dozen times before she guided it to the slit of Karen's cunt. She stuck a finger in Karen's pussy and rubbed in a circular motion. She rubbed the head of my dick up and down on Karen's wet slit. Then she pushed the head of it in inch or two into Karen. "Now push it on in her," she murmured. I inched forward, not quite sure what I was doing, or what I was meant to do. But the head of my dick was already firmly lodged in her. The muscles of her cunt gripped me like a soft, but super-strong wet velvet vise. I tried a bit more pressure and managed to get an inch or so farther inside her. Her pussy was beginning to throb, clenching and unclenching around my prick, and her juices flowed down her butt. I could feel the warm wetness on my balls. "Karen, am I doing this right?" I whispered. I was fearful of speaking aloud. "You're doin' just fine, Honey," she said. "But don't be afraid, just shove it on in me." She wrapped her legs around me, drove her heels into my butt, and pulled me down onto her, driving my cock its full length into her in one quick, wet, slithery stroke. "Oh, my God!" I yelled. The sensation was indescribable. It felt like every nerve in my body had turned into an electric wire; and they were drawing tight and humming, and all flowing with a hundred volts of electricity, all centered in my prick and radiating out from there to every nerve in my whole body. "Now, go to it. Fuck me, Jack." I couldn't respond. I was in a state of awe, thrilled senseless by the fantastic feelings that were about to drown me. I lay on top of her for a lot of very long seconds, savoring the pure physical pleasure and the new, raw emotions that swelled up in my body. Finally I came back to awareness. "Huh?" What? What do I do now?" "Do it again, Jack. And do it over and over." Lena was sitting on a rock, her legs splayed apart, rubbing her pussy and grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Her hand was busy, rubbing her pink pussy. About every fourth or fifth stroke, she dipped a finger between those lips. Her pussy was turning red, blushing, almost glowing. She stood up and came over to us. She knelt down and ran her hand over my butt, grasping my balls with her other hand and squeezing. It was a surprise, an amazing sensation, and a sudden shock. My pecker twitched and jerked inside Karen's pussy. "Yeow!" I said. "Jack," said Karen, "do it again. I need it." Lena didn't let go of my balls as I pulled my pecker out of Karen and held it in my hand to guide it back into her. This time I went all the way into her without a pause. Her cunt was really flowing now, and I could hear a wet squishing sound as I shoved my dick deep inside her. I was full of fire. I was electrified. I was ecstatic! I pulled my tool out and stuck it back in again. She was warming up now. Her breath was coming faster and faster. And her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. "Jack," she panted, "you don't have to ... uhhhh ... start over ev'ry ... uuuh ... time! Just pull ... ah ... out part way and go ... ahh ... back in." Now Lena let go of my balls and stroked my butt. "Yeah," she said. "You got to get a rhythm going. Like the pigs do when they fuck." I had never seen a pair of pigs fucking, but I got the idea pretty quickly. I pulled back until just the head was barely inside Lena's cunt lips, and then shoved it back in all the way until my pubic mound bounced on hers. That felt good. I did it again, and then again. Before long I had a steady rhythm, and Karen was making all sorts of noises as she humped her hips up to meet every stroke I pushed into her. "Oh, Jack!" I drove it deep in her. "Ooooow!" I plunged into her with a heavy thump. "Aaaaahhhhh." It was over in three minutes. I felt the pressure building in my balls, and spreading to my legs and belly. Suddenly my prick began to jerk and pulsate. I could feel it swelling inside her. It jerked again and all strength drained out of my body. Karen yelled, "Oh, Jack! God, that's good. Ooooohhhh! Don't stop now! I'm halfway there!" I was as limp as a dishrag. I collapsed on top of Karen. "Whuuuh!" I said. "Did I...? Did we just...?" I looked down at my crotch. My whanger was limp and floppy, wet and slimy. "That's what fucking is," said Lena. "That's not all, at all," said Karen. "I'm not done. I didn't get off!" "Get off of what?" I mumbled. I was still too weak to respond. "You didn't make it last long enough. I didn't come!" Karen stood up. "Look, when a girl gets fucked," -she stressed the word 'fucked'— "she needs to get to a high point, a climax, and then spill over, like shooting over a waterfall in the river. You didn't fuck me long enough to make that happen." Again the stress on fuck. She wiped her sopping crotch with one hand. "But you're goin' ta give me a come." She didn't know the word 'orgasm.' Neither did I, and I'm sure Lena didn't. I could barely move. "I don't think I can do that again," I mumbled weakly. "But God! I want to! I never felt ... that was... Oh, my God!" "Just come over here. Let me show you what you can do," she warbled. And she kissed me. "Now lie down here in the grass. No, on your back, face up." She rolled up my swimsuit and put it under my head. God knows I wanted to feel that fire boil up inside me again, to feel the electric tension grip my balls and my whole body, to feel my whanger-no, my dick-spasming and pulsing. I wanted, desperately wanted, to get my dick back inside Lena again. But it was limper than my body. I looked over at Lena. I had forgot she was there. She was smiling like a sunburst. Her pussy was glowing red now, and a trickle of juice oozed down her left leg. "Man, that was hot!" she said. "I rather see that than watch the pigs fuck. Or the bull fuck the cows." Her hand was still working at her pussy. Karen put her hands on either side of my face and kissed me again. Then she knelt, with her knees in the grass next to my ears, and lowered her body slowly until her flowing wet pussy was lodged against my mouth. Hill Country Initiation Ch. 01 "Mmmmgph," I managed to grunt. She lifted her body ever so slightly, enough that I could speak. "What're you doing? How am I...?" "It's another part of fucking," she said. "You're gonna get me off. You're goin' ta give me a come." "But I can't..." "Lick my pussy. Kiss my pussy. Put your tongue in my cunt. Use your tongue, your lips, your teeth, your fingers inside of me. You're gonna love it. I'm gonna love it." Then she lowered herself onto my mouth again. She began to slide her pussy back and forth against my face. She ground herself against me. I wasn't sure I liked this at all. It wasn't the tormenting pleasure of fucking. I grabbed her butt-cheeks and tried to lift her off my face, as I writhed under her to squirm out from under. She seemed to like my hands on her butt, and she began to rub her pussy harder into my mouth. She was getting wet again, and her juice filled my mouth. Then I realized, her pussy juice tasted good. And it smelled good! I pulled her back down onto my mouth and went to work on her cunt in earnest. I got a finger or two inside her as I licked deep inside her flowing love-hole. I chewed on her pussy lips. I thrust my tongue as deep in her as I could. "Jack, Jack! Rub my clit. Rub my clit!" she cried out. "Whmmmph?" I answered between slurps of her delectable pussy nectar. She took hold of my left hand and guided my fingers to the top edge of her cunt slit. She pushed my finger down into the slit and rubbed it back and forth. I could tell there was a little nub there, and I began to rub with a will. "Ohhhh! Yes! Oh yes, yes, yes! That's it!" She was in a frenzy now, bucking like a she-mule and bouncing hard up and down. "Oooogghhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Oh, oh my God. OH . . . . MY. . . . . GOD!" While I was learning how to eat a pussy, how to make a girl come, and what a "clit" was, Lena had not been idle, left to herself alone. A detached part of my mind slowly became aware of a small, soft, but firm female hand touching and then stroking my limp weenie. She lifted the flaccid tube between her fingers and started to play with it. I could feel the slimy residue of Karen's pussy juice coating my prick. Lena began to slide her fingers up and down, using the goo from her friend's pussy as a lubricant. She must have thought pussy juice tasted good too, for she used her tongue to lick it off. "OOOOCHCHSSSHHHHHH! GOD A' MIGHTY!" yelled Karen, writhing and gyrating on my face. "Ohhh God, JACK!" Lena ran her fingers and then her tongue all around the rim of my dick head. She spat on it and did it again. Then she began to stroke it gently up and down, up and down, rolling the shaft between her fingers. I was on a roll now, chewing on Karen's pussy lips, lapping up her copiously flowing cunt juice and drinking it down. Her hips moved in a heavy, steady rhythm, sliding her slit back so that I could reach her clit with my tongue, and then grinding all the way forward until she was almost on my chin, then back again. "Oooohhh!" she yelled. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! Oooooohhhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!" She was rocking hard, like a boat in a storm, up and back, up and back. I chewed down hard on her pussy lips, stretching them out. "YEOOOWWW! Oh, do that again, Jack!" By now Lena had taken her fingers off my dick. She got down on her knees, put her mouth on it, and started to chew. I could feel life flowing back into my prick. She raked her teeth across the head and it sent a shudder through me. I was starting to get stiff again. Lena bobbed her head on my pecker as her hand began to rub it vigorously up and down. It came up slowly, but it came up. It was stiff and pulsating. It was ready to go again. Riding hard on my face, Karen was building to a frenzy. Her rocking turned into hard thumping jolts. She was bucking like a mule and screaming. "OOOOOHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAGHHH! OMYGOD!OMYGOD!OMYGOD! OH, MY GOD, JAAAAAACKK! I'M COMING! I'M COMING! I'M COMMMIINNNGG! AAAAAAAAAAGHHH!" She collapsed on top of me. Hill Country Initiation Ch. 02 Lena, meanwhile, had taken her own opportunity. She had brought my pecker up to full strength, and rubbed herself into a wet and ready state. Just as Karen bucked, shrieked, and exploded, Lena aimed my dick into her slit and squatted hard down to take the whole length of the thing up her pussy all at one go "Oooooowwww! Yeowwww!" she screeched. "Damn! Goddamn! I didn't know it was gonna hurt like that! Son of a Bitch!" She was cursing instead of crying, and blood was dripping out of her cunt. "It don't hurt the cows or sheep when they get fucked. Or the dogs or cats or pigs. You told me it didn't hurt you much, your first time." She flung this last at Karen as if she were throwing a chunk of wood at her. She stood up, drawing her pussy up off my prick with a soft plopping noise. My pecker was still standing up stiff. It was covered in blood, and blood was running down the insides of Lena's thighs. It scared me. I figured I had injured this girl. And it was my fault! "Oh, I'm sorry, Lena," said Karen. "Really I am. It didn't hurt me hardly at all when Kenny Kravitz popped my cherry. I bled some, but Hell, you're supposed to bleed when you lose your cherry. It's a sign! That's how you get to be a woman!" Oh, My God! Lena had been a virgin and had broken her cherry on me! "Well I guess I'm not a woman," Lena snarled. "I'm just a girl. And if it hurts like that, I don't never want to be a woman. It hurts, God damn it! It hurts like Hell! You said there would be a little blood. I'm bleedin' like a pig!" "Oh, poor baby." Karen wasn't being sarcastic; she was really concerned for her friend, but apparently not worried. But her voice was tender as she wrapped her arms around Lena. "Look, sweetie, you've just ripped a piece out of your cunt. Not all girls' cherries are thin and easy. Some of them can be tough and hard to break. Lola May Whitgift told me that hers hurt like a red hot poker when Billy Bob busted her open. He had to punch it in her real hard about six or eight times before he could pop her. She says it hurt him a lot too. She says his pecker was red and sore for a week after that. And she wasn't the first girl he'd fucked, by a damn long way. "Okay, mine was thin and easy, and it didn't hurt much, and it didn't bleed near as much as you're bleedin' right now. But I wasn't exactly as new at it as you. My pussy already had lots of mileage on it. I been working my pussy and my clit for a long time now. I do it three or four times a day. If I don't feel myself up and rub the hell out of my clit regular, I get antsy and twitchy and hot and nervous. Lots of boys felt me up and fingered my pussy before I got my cherry popped. Tommy Frickheimer put his fingers a little way up inside of me, and he diddled around for about a half a hour. I wouldn't let him get his fingers all the way inside, or nothin', just work my clit real good, so he wouldn't bust my cherry. And he didn't bust it neither. "And that time when everybody was at the dance over to Cherry Springs, I took Buck Kramer to the barn and we fooled around for near a hour. He took his boots off and his pants off and stuck his dick between my legs and rubbed it on my pussy and made me come . . . just a little. It wasn't much of a come, but I did get off on Buck's dick rubbin' on my pussy all that time. But I just wasn't ready to give my cherry away just yet, not to Buck. So I wouldn't let him stick it inside of me. Made him pretty mad, too, so I felt like I had to suck him off. Just to make up for it. And he had already came once, from rubbing his dick between my legs. But I made him come one more time. I worked my hand up and down the shank of his cock, and I chewed on the head of it pretty rough. Then his cock started to swell up and he squirted out a bunch more come. In my mouth. I spit it all out. Yuck! You won't like it when it comes your turn to suck a guy's dick. "Selden Singletary had enough balls to eat me out. I made him get down on his knees and suck my clit and chew out my cunt until my pussy juice was running like a sluice. Now, that boy knows how to make a girl come. He's got a really big dick, too, a lot bigger than Jack's. That was great! I came like a fire engine, and he did too. He spurted come all over the front of his pants. But I still wouldn't give him any pussy. I guess that was kind of mean of me to do him that way, but he's just not the kind of boy I want to fuck. And anyway, I'm scared of his big pecker. It looks like a horse's wanger, and it looks like it would just tear me open. Maybe I ought to suck him off a time or two. I was mean to him, teasin' him that way. Makin' him get down and munch on my cunt and finger me up and suck my clit, and not lettin' him have any pussy for all that. Hot damn! but he was good at it. He had me pushin' my crotch up hard on his face and twistin' my butt around like a swivel. I could feel it build up inside of me, and even my clit started to twitch, just like a boy's dick does when he comes. I caught his head between my legs and clamped down good. It's a wonder I didn't break his ears off or smother him to death. Okay, you're right. I need to suck him off a couple of times to pay him back for that." Neither one of us, Lena or me, had said anything at all about her paying Selden back. But Karen was on a roll, her words in full flow. Lena had stopped cursing; I guess she ran out of anger or out of curse words. Now she was squatting on the ground, moaning. She had tears on her cheeks, and her hand was clamped over her bleeding crotch. Karen hadn't paused. "I know you're hurtin' now, Lena, but it's not that bad, really. Or it won't be after a while. It'll only hurt for a little while. Lola May says that getting' fucked again and again, a bunch of times, if the boy can get his whanger back up again and keep it up, it makes the hurt fade out so you don't notice it real much. And once you get used to it, fucking is the most fun there is to do in the world! And look. You're not bleedin' anymore. But we need to go down to the creek and wash off all that blood on your legs. And the water's cool; it'll take a lot of the hurt away, and you can wash out your pussy too. Whooee, and I can wash mine out too. And get all this sticky goo off of my legs. And all of us need to cool off anyway. Come on now." Karen had to lift Lena up to a standing position. She seemed shaky on her feet, and she planted them wide apart. She was still holding her hand over her pussy, but there was no more blood seeping out between her fingers. Karen rounded up all of our clothes and came back to help Lena down to the creek. We held her up on either side. She walked with tentative steps, her legs bent outward at the knees. As we walked her down the slope she seemed to be getting her strength back. She lifted her hand away from her cunt and looked at the bloodstained palm. She spat into her palm. "Damn," she said. "When I rub myself down there it feels good, real good; but when I jabbed your dick up me like that, it hurt! Maybe I should 'a took it slow. Karen was goin' to show me how it's done. We talked about that before we left the house today. We had it all worked out. We were gonna jack with Jack, and make him do us both. Karen was gonna break you in, and show you how to fuck, and give you your first piece of pussy. Then we were gonna make you take my cherry, real slow and easy like, and we were gonna take turns after that, and make you fuck us both till our pussies were wore out." This whole expedition was all meant to get Lena fucked for her first time. She had obviously decided that she was ready, and I was the one she wanted to give her cherry to. That thought was pretty much of a shock. "But," Lena was saying, "when I was watchin' Karen gettin' fucked like that, it got me too hot to wait. I never had a chance to watch boys and girls fucking before. I knew you could get your pecker hard again. I knew I could get it up if I just gave it a little help, so I just helped it along, like. Man! When it started to raise up like that, it made my pussy get real wet and hot. I just couldn't wait to get that thing in me. I've seen the mares get fucked by our stud stallion, many's the time. And your whanger isn't all that big compared to a horse, so it didn't scare me none. Damn, it does now. "Damn, a horse's dick is way longer than my arm, maybe three foot long, and he rams it up the mare like a tractor bashin' in the side of a barn. Wham! Wham! Wham! You could hear it all the way up to the house. First time I seen horses fuck, I thought it would tear the mare's guts right out of her. But the mares like it! You can tell they like it a lot. She backs up to him and turns her cunt up to where he can see it and smell it. And she lifts her tail up out of the way, where he can get his dick in her real easy. But it don't last very long. He jams it real deep in her, and hard, about four or five times, and then he's done. After he's fucked her, they both just walk away. People ain't like that. I'd wanta cuddle up a lot, real close, before I got fucked, and after too. I guess that don't count now. I don't know if I can ever stand to get fucked." By this time we were down at the creekside, and Karen laid all our clothes out along very neatly the bank. She folded up her skirt and blouse, and Lena's too, and my tee-shirt and jeans, and laid them in three neat stacks, side by side. As she bent to lay out the clothes her long golden braids brushed the grass, and I thought, how thoroughly charming. She was a lovely girl, with a face not quite as angelic as Lena's, but beautiful in a different way. She was composed and self-assured, even in her late teen years. Even as she was, covered in sweat and with pussy juices drying on her thighs, she moved as calmly and gracefully as if she had been dressed in a business suit and standing in a downtown office in the city. As she bent over I couldn't help staring at her butt. Remember, I had just been fucked by this woman, only minutes before. Her bottom was the color of fresh cream, and round as a pair of young melons. When she straightened up. Her to braids flipped up and over her shoulders, coming together softly in the small of her back, almost brushing the top of her ass. Again I noticed the blue bows that held them. She turned in a fluid movement and came back to where Lena and I were waiting at the water's edge. Watching her move, bend and sway, and walk barefoot over the green summer grass had worked on my inner feelings. Karen smiled, that mysterious, sultry smile, and laid her palm along my face. Her voice was as calm as her manner. She said, "Okay, of course, but not right now. We have a hurt girl to take care of. Then we'll see about that plan." They had planned all along to get me alone, I suddenly recalled. They were going to spend the whole afternoon taking turns at fucking with me. I wasn't sure I was up to it, for that first bout with Karen had sapped my strength, big time. But the sight of Karen as she stepped down into the water gave new strength to my arousal. Ankle deep in the cold creek water, she turned and looked back at me. She whispered in an oh-so-promising tone, "Come in with us; we all have to cool off." Well, it had come back around. I had come down here in the first place to go swimming alone, and then I was going to swim with these two girls, and now we were all three going in stark naked. Karen waded out first into the water, towing Lena by one hand, to where the water came up to her thighs, just below her pussy. Lena was a little shorter than Karen, so her pussy was already underwater. The water in that creek was cold, even in the heat of early summer; but I was used to it, and I suppose the girls were too. It felt good after I had got all hot and sweaty. Both girls began to rub the cool water up and down their bodies. "Here," said Karen, "let me help you with that. I'll be real gentle. I know you're sore." It was gentle and almost tender the way she stroked the younger girl's pale white crotch. She seemed almost like an affectionate mother taking care of her little girl's hurts. She pulled Lena's pussy lips apart only a little way, very slowly, and ran her finger up and down Lena's tiny slit. "Now you do it like that," she said. "It'll make your pussy feel a lot better." "I think it does already," Lena said. "Say, that's not bad." She stroked her pussy again, and let her fingertip slip inside. She stroked her finger up inside of her pussy two times more. Then she settled down in the water until it came up over her nipples. She began to run her palms over her body, washing away anything that still clung to her pale white skin. Washing herself back to innocence? Karen had sunk herself down as well, but her breasts looked up at me, barely covered by the cold creek water. Her big, big nipples stood up like stalks just under the water's surface. She stood up and waded waist deep into the water near me. Using both hands she splashed a jet of water up into my face. She was laughing. I splashed water back at her. She turned and did a head-up dive into the deeper apart of the pool. "Can't catch me!" she cried. Suddenly this woman, this sexual temptress, was just a playful girl. Her backstroke kept her well ahead of me to the full length of the pool, where the creek bed narrowed again. Lena swam behind me, grasping at my feet with every stroke. They were both better swimmers than I. Karen slowed her strokes and stopped. She put her feet down, stood up, and put her hand on my head as I came within reach. She shoved my head under the water. So we were in a ducking contest, and we all three got ducked more than once. We were just enjoying playing in the water, with hardly any sexual overtones at all. After a few minutes of this, Lena caught my hand. "I want to try again," she said. The girls made their way to the bank and I followed a little way behind. Karen's butt swayed and shifted as she moved, a kind of fluid grace with just a hint of a jiggle as her weight shifted from her right hip to her left, from her left to her right. I was awed by the raw sexuality and contrasting innocence of these two country girls walking side by side in front of me. I revelled in the joy of the moment. Watching those two girls wading before me was a satisfying thing, and a sight to treasure in long memory. Karen picked up the bundle of my clothes that she had laid out so neatly. "Come on up here, y'all." she said. "We have to find a good spot. A good spot for fucking." That pleased her. She said it again. "A good spot for fucking, a good spot for fucking, a good spot for fucking, for fucking, for fucking, fucking, fucking." She was almost singing that as a mantra as she walked. She led us back up the slope and behind the screen of bushes to the same place we had been earlier. The meadow with deep soft, lush green grass. The same place where I had fucked her before. "My first piece of pussy," I thought. " My first piece of pussy." "Here's a nice spot," Karen said. "We can fuck here all afternoon. All afternoon," she crooned. She folded my jeans neatly and laid them down. She folded my swimsuit and put it on top of the jeans. Then she spread my tee-shirt on top of the pile, smoothing it out as if she were making up a bed. "Okay, Lena. Just sit down right here and lay back. It's gonna be all right, It's gonna be real good. You'll see." Lena took hold of my dick. She gave it a tentative pull, then another. "You got to get it up, Jack," she said. "You have to fuck me now" She lay down on the bundle of my clothes that Karen had laid out and spread her legs wide. The tail of my white cotton tee-shirt stuck out from under her little ass like the flap of a snow white apron. It was hardly any whiter than her pale, creamy skin. The sight of that girl, with a mass of God's own gold shining on her head, and eyes bluer than the deepest blue of a summer sky, looking like an angel newly come down from Heaven but lying there stretched out on the earth with her legs splayed out and waiting to be fucked, struck me as totally incongruous, and I burst into a small trickle of laughter. That didn't please Lena. She gave me a sour frown. "What's the matter? You making fun of me? What is it? You think I look funny?" "Oh, no." I did a quick save. "You're really pretty. You're beautiful. I'm just enjoying this, having so much fun I just can't help it." "Oh. Okay. Well, I want to have fun too. I'm ready to try this again. I know you know how to do it; you fucked Karen like that. Do me now." Her soft, sweet voice had the lilt of a child asking for an ice cream cone. I got down on my knees between her wide-spread legs. Karen knelt beside Lena, stroking her arm in a soft, soothing manner. "You'll see, Sweetie," she said. "This time will make the first hurt go away." She spat in her hands and rubbed them over Lena's tiny nipples. Those nipples certainly liked that. They stood up, hard and ready. "Oooohhh," said Lena. "That's good! Do that again." Instead Karen pinched both of Lena's nipples and twisted them lightly. She stroked Lena's slit, gently rubbing one finger between the thin, rubbery little lips. She continued to stroke maybe a dozen times; then she pulled Lena's pussy lips slightly apart, stuck her finger in her own mouth, and rubbed it on Lena's little clit. "We've got to get you wet and ready, Lena," she said. "One reason it hurt before, I think, is maybe you weren't wet enough." "Wait," Lena said. "That feels real good, but I still hurt some. Let me do this. I know how to get my pussy wet. What did you call this little nub right at the top of my pussy here? It feels real good when I rub that." "That's called your clit, and it's the best part of a girls' pussy. You can rub your clit, and it feels as good as getting fucked, maybe better. I get myself off by just doing nothing but rubbing my clit. I can make myself come four or five times in a row, without stopping." Lena said, "Okay, that's my clit. And she began to rub her clit round and round, and up and down. Karen wrapped her fingers around my peter and began to massage it with a kind of a milking motion, squeezing and stroking together at once. This time, without the cold creek water, it came up hard and stuck out to its full seven-inch length. Now she was moving her hand up and down the shaft like a piston. After eight or ten strokes, she said, "Okay. Now fuck her." She guided my dick to the opening of Lena's smooth white cunt while she held Lena's pussy lips open with her other hand. She pushed the head of my now throbbing tool about an inch into Lena. "Fuck her," she said again. "And after you fuck her, you're goin' to fuck me again." Just the head of my dick was inside Lena. She was warm and soft inside, and my dick throbbed like half a dozen bass drums. "I'm ready," Lena said. "Fuck me. Make the hurt go away" I pressed forward, putting some pressure on Lena's cunt, but it wouldn't go in any deeper. I was sort of stuck there with just the head hanging in her. "Come on," Lena said. "That's not enough. Fuck me, Jack." I pushed harder, but I still couldn't get any farther in her. I was beginning to think I really didn't know how to do this, even though I had already fucked Karen. Fucking her must have been pretty much okay, because she wanted me to fuck her again. After I finished fucking Lena. I put a steady pressure on my dick, pushing it hard against the resistance in Lena's cunt. I pushed a little more, harder, then harder, then harder still, with as much pressure I could muster. I was straining now, and it was starting to hurt the head of my prick. I pulled back and let the pressure relax, leaving only the swollen purple head of my pulsating tool lodged in the mouth of Lena's incredibly tight little pussy. Her finger was marching at quick-time over her little button of a clit, up and down and round and round. She was getting wetter and wetter by the second, and juice was leaking out of her snatch and running down the crack of her ass. I cocked my butt back up into approach position and began the push again. Hill Country Initiation Ch. 02 Lena squeaked, "Ow!" But this time my straining pecker moved a little bit deeper into her. It was impossibly tight and Lena was pushing back against the pressure of my dong, lifting her butt up off the white tee-shirt, which was now soaked in her flowing pussy juice, a wide wet spot growing wider underneath her. Karen had moved behind Lena and was now holding Lena's head in her lap, with her legs spread out in a wide V on either side of the younger girl's body. She stroked Lena's hair and cheeks. She moved her hands down to rub and massage Lena's chest, making encouraging little motherly sounding cooing noises as she did. "All right, Lena. It's Okay, Lena. It's going to feel good, Honey." Lena thrust at me once more as I gave another strong push, and my prick slipped another inch or so deeper into her. Karen seemed to know that Lena had taken in more of my cock. Maybe it was that secret female communication working again. "See there, that's good. See there," she whispered. I shoved into her again, with a thrusting motion this time, and nuzzled a little more dick deeper into Lena. Despite her denials she shoved back, and another inch sank into her. As my pulsing pole probed deeper and deeper into her pink pussy flesh, the incredible sensations of ecstatic pleasure increased. I thrust into her again, with greater force, and her pussy gripped me even tighter than before. Then I felt the head of my dick pressing against the bottom of her cunt. I was all the way in! "You did it, Lena. He's all the way in you. Good girl!" Karen warbled. "I told you you could do it." Lena looked up into my face. Her blue, blue eyes were shining. "Wow, Jack! We did it; we really did it. It only hurt a little, just when you first stuck it in me. You were right, Karen. It made the hurt go away. Okay, Jack, now fuck me." I didn't want to lose what I had gained. I kept myself pressed hard against her, my dick soaking in her abundant pussy juice, her cunt squeezing it with incredible pressure, sending waves of electric fire through my whole body. Holding it in her as deep as I could, I began to rotate my ass in a swiveling circle, slowly at first, then a little faster with each rotation. "Oh, Jack!" she sang. "Oh, Jack! That feels so goood! Oh! Oh! Oh! You hit the bottom of my pussy, Jack. Keep doing that, keep doing it!" Karen was pleased; she was beaming. She felt like she had done it. In a way, she had. Without Karen's coaxing and her sexual leadership, Lena probably wouldn't have done anything but rub her pussy and watch Karen get fucked. Karen was stoking Lena's hair, rubbing her tiny nipples, crooning to her like a mother bird. She reached forward and stroked my butt. The warm feel of a girl's hand on the bare skin of my ass gave me extra fire. I pulled back a little way and jabbed my dick hard into Lena. Her hips came up to meet my thrust, and my pubic bone slammed against her clit. I pulled out a little farther and jabbed it in again, feeling my cockhead hit the bottom. "Ohhhhhhh!" said Lena. I drilled it deep into her cunt again. "Aaaahhhhh!" said Lena. I slammed in into her with heavy force. "Ayieee!" said Lena, WHOOO!! Oh, Jack, Jack, Jack!" I set up a regular pistoning motion, and my dick hit the bottom of her cunt with every stroke. Lena was going wild. She lifted her legs up and locked her heels behind my back, giving added force to every deep thrust I jammed into her. "Ohh! Ahh! Aaahhhh!" I had really got into the rhythm now, pulling out until only the head was still between her pussy lips, and whamming each long stroke deep into Lena. "Go to it, Jack, fuck her good," Karen said. "Give her a good ride; she needs it." I drew back again and slammed against Lena hard, but this time my prick missed its target wet and slippery, it slipped away from the mouth of Lena's tight little cunt, and slithered down the crack of her butt cheeks. "Noooo!" Lena yelled. Karen grabbed my wet, slimy pecker and guided it to the mouth of Lena's pussy. She pushed it in forcefully. "Keep it in her pussy, Jack," she cooed. "Give it to her good." "Ahhhhhhhh," said Lena. This time my rigid pole easily slid deep into Lena's sloppy wet cunt. It was almost magical. And the wet smear on my white tee-shirt had turned a rosy pink. Lena had bled again from the force of pushing my straining tool into her too-tight pussy. "Whoooo!" said Lena. Karen noticed the bloodstain. "He got the rest of your cherry this time, Lena," she said with an air of smug satisfaction. "This time he got it all. You're a big girl now. What you wanted. Now you can fuck as much as you like, any time you want to." She left us to go on fucking without her guidance. She moved a few feet away, sat down in the lush green of the meadow, and began to play with her pussy. She rubbed the outside of her slit. She stroked it up and down. She stuck one finger inside and jammed it in deep. She pulled her finger nearly all the way out and started to her clit. Her clit was a lot bigger than Lena's. I could see that it had a hood over the top of it. She pulled the hood back with two fingers and rubbed the tip of her clit with one finger of her other hand. It stood up and out, just like a tiny little dick. That was what I had been blindly rubbing while I was licking and chewing her pussy. I had slowed the tempo of my thrusting into Lena's little cunt and had a steady rhythm going. I had entered a new phase of sexual experience. I felt like I could go on this way for hours and hours, maybe all afternoon and all night. Lena was moaning in a soft, slow, descending cadence. "Oommhhh. Pause. "Oommhhh." Pause. "Oommhhh." Pause. "Oooooohhhhhhhh." But then her tone changed. She was grunting now with every thrust and her body started to tense up. She rammed her cunt up to meet every stroke of my tool burrowing into her. "Do me harder, Jack. Huff! Fuck me faster. Huff! Fuck me faster!" Karen looked up from working on her own cunt. "She's near ready now, Jack. She's just about there. Fuck her real fast now. Make her come. Fuck her good. Make her come!" That got me going faster and faster, not hard or deep in her, but really rapid-fire. Lena curled her body up against me, and then splayed out full length on the grass, jerking and twitching and quivering. Her golden blonde head went far back into the grass and her body bowed upward in an arc. Then she flopped down flat on the grass and went completely limp. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She made it a super long drawn-out sigh. Karen's hand was flying in her pussy. She was panting and moaning. She was whipping her cunt juice into a froth. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ooooommmmhhh." The two girls had reached their climaxes at just the same time. And I had had it. My dick had fallen out of Lena's pussy, and it had blood on it. Karen crawled over to Lena, still spread-eagled out on the grass. She stroked Lena's cheek and her chest. "There now," she said, "That was it, Honey. You've had your first come." Lena moaned softly. Karen stroked her pussy. Lena said, "Oh, God, that was good." She said it very softly. Then she sat up. "Jack really learned how to fuck a girl quick," she said in that same soft voice. Her legs were spread out on the grass in a wide V, and I could see the little slit of her pussy. There was blood there too. Karen took my tee-shirt, now sopping with Lena's pussy juice, and used it to wipe the blood off Lena's cunt. Both girls seemed to have forgotten that I was there. Then Karen turned her upper body around and looked at me. "Jack, you did good," she said. "I didn't know a boy could fuck as long as that. You're some kind of man." She rolled over on her belly. "Jack, I want you to fuck me again," she said. She stood up and came toward me where I lay on the grass. But then she turned her head and looked away. "Look at the sun," she said. "You see how late it is? We got to go home. I can't be late again. Seems like I get home late almost every time I get fucked. I can't let Mama find out I been fucking. "Oh, my God." Lena sang out. "I never thought about that. Mama's gonna take one look at me, and she'll know. I'll just DIE!" I suddenly realized that my white cotton tee-shirt was soaked in blood and pussy juice. And Karen had used my jeans as a pad under her butt for fucking me that last time. Oh, my God. "Jesus!" I said, what are we goin' to do?" I didn't stop to think of all that I had gotten that afternoon. I had seen two girls stark naked, a thing I had only dreamt about. I had learned about sex in a magical rush. I had fucked three times, and two different girls, at that. I suppose I should have been pretty proud of myself. It didn't register at the time, but I had also learned a great secret, that girls like sex too. That they like to fuck; they fuck all around, and they are randier than boys. But Karen was way ahead of me, as far ahead as she was in sexual knowledge—and in fucking. "First thing," she said, "we got to get clean. Wash off all the come and the blood. Wash out my pussy, and yours too." She picked up my clothes, without my having said anything about the stains, took Lena by the hand, and led the way back down to the creek. "We've got to clean up," she said. She was very matter-of-fact about it. Her earthiness was showing. We went down to the creek again. The two girls waded in deep enough that they could dip their pussies in the water and wash them out while I rinsed off my limp pecker. Karen washed out my tee-shirt and jeans like a seasoned housewife, as if she did things like that every day. I pulled them on while she and Lena got dressed again. Another thing that didn't reach my consciousness at the time was that the two girls were not wearing any underwear of any kind. In those days girls or women didn't wear "panties." They wore "step-ins" or "unmentionables" or "drawers or "bloomers." If I had thought at all about it, I would probably have assumed that country girls simply didn't wear underwear. Now I suspect that these two left off their underwear on purpose because they were planning to get me to fuck Lena—or to fuck both of them, because they were going to introduce me to sex. The sun was still slanting down in the West when we climbed up the steps onto the porch of the Hochstetters' boarding house. Mrs. Hochstetter was sitting in the bench swing, drinking iced tea from a tall glass. Jimmie and Carl, the much older brother, were playing some sort of game in the side yard. It involved a lot of throwing and dust. "What did you girls do with your swimsuits? Did you forget them down at the creek, again?" Mrs. Hochstetter was looking at Lena with unusual concentration. "No, Ma'am," Karen said. "We didn't go in. We didn't bring our swimsuits. We just waded around while Jack was in swimming. Almost caught a fish." That took Mrs. Hochstetter's attention away from her daughter. Lena helped it along. "Mama, can Karen stay over to have supper with us?" "Well, I suppose that would be all right. It's about an hour to suppertime. Karen, liebchen, you'd better let your mama know." I realized for the first time that Karen, at the age of twenty, was still living at home with her parents—her mother. I learned later that her father had been killed in the war, and Karen worked in her mother's flower shop. "Yes Ma'am." Karen bobbed her head. She almost curtseyed. And she set off down the steps. At the bottom she turned to look back. "Want to come along, Lena? We'll only be a few minutes." "Ja, ja. That's Okay too." Mrs. Hochstetter smiled indulgently. "Don't you girls get in any trouble along the way." "Mama," said Lena. You know we'll be okay. It's only just a little way down the hill. We're both grown girls, and you know we're good girls." "Ja, I know that. Go. Be back here by seven." She knew they were good girls. Oh Good God. The girls' bodies swayed with feminine grace as they went down the hill to the road. They seemed much younger than they were, like little girls. I went up to my room and pulled on a clean pair of jeans, cotton print shirt, and a pair of shoes. It wouldn't do to show up for supper at the dinner table in a tee-shirt. The girls came back a few minutes before seven, their blond heads leaning together like conspirators in some girl-type secret. I could hear their giggles and laughter as they opened the low gate in the white picket fence and came up the walkway from the road. Their blue eyes shone with merriment. Neither girl's face held a trace of guile or hidden meaning. Just as they came up the steps I heard Mama Hochstetter call out from inside the house, "Suppertime! Come now to the table or don't eat!" So there was no opportunity for the three of us to say anything to each other. But whatever they had been chattering about, I don't think they would have let me in on it. It had the feel of a "girl thing," where no man or boy could he allowed to intrude. The usual snow-white tablecloth had been replaced with a red-and-white checkered one, scrupulously clean. In the center was a bunch of fresh-cut flowers in a clear vase, flanked by salt and pepper shakers, a bottle of pepper sauce, and a bottle of Heinz ketchup. Papa Hochstetter sat at one end of the table and obviously Mama would be seated at the opposite end. Carl and Lena usually sat to Papa's left, with me and Jimmie on the opposite side. This time, since she was a guest, Karen was placed next to me on my side of the table, directly across from Lena. Mr. Hochstetter began the meal, as he always did, with a prayer while the boys fidgeted; and Mama ended with her inevitable "Amen." No one could reach for the food dishes until after Papa was served. As the prayer ended, Lena and Karen raised their heads and looked at each other across the table. Their smile was a twinkling, mischievous communication. Again I felt excluded from their deep female secret. I was soon to find out what the girls had cooked up. I felt something soft slither across the top of my right foot. Karen had slipped off her shoe and was rubbing the sole of her bare foot across mine. She nudged her toes up under the hem of my jeans. I remembered the soles of her feet, creamy white and smudged with soil, turned straight up to the blue sky as we fucked that afternoon. Then I felt her hand in my lap, stroking the inside of my thigh. It was a good feeling and I enjoyed it, but I had to keep a straight face. She winked at Lena across the supper table as she slid her hand slowly up and down my leg from knee to crotch. I began to sweat. I could feel my peter lengthening down my pant leg. It was turning hard. It began to tingle. The two girls exchanged a gay, gleeful glance and Karen ran her hand farther up my leg. Now she was actually massaging my lengthening, hardening tool. Only the stout denim fabric separated her fingers from my dick. I was in agony. I could feel sweat popping out on my face as I began to blush. It was sheer torture. Mama Hochstetter noticed my red face. "John," she said, "you be okay? Your face very red is." "Yes Ma'am. I'm okay. I guess I just got a little too much today, uh, too much . . . sun." Karen and Lena giggled at each other. "Yes, Jack," said Karen, "you got a lot today." But she continued to rub my hard, hot pecker under the table. Without knowing he was doing so, Jimmie provided a diversion. Through a wide grin he said, "Will Metzler let one in school yesterday, right there in class; everybody heard him!" His mother spoke up quickly, "James! That word at my table you do not say!" "I ain't said nothing, Mama." He was still grinning. Carl responded, "What did he do?" "F," said Jimmie. "A, said Lena. "R," said Carl. "T," said Jimmie. "Shame!" Mrs. Hochstetter said. "For that no supper you get." But her frown was a mock frown. Her children liked to tease her in ways like that, and she was used to it. And since we had already eaten, it was an empty threat anyway. But all of us young folk laughed, and Karen took her hand off my leg. My prick was still hard as a rock, and still tingling; but it was no longer being actively tormented. I didn't dare stand up, for the bulge in my jeans was too obvious not to be noticed. I made a big show of asking for the pitcher, pouring myself another glass of iced tea, adding and stirring lots of sugar into it, and drinking it slowly. I needed time for my throbbing whanger to relax. "May I leave the table, Mrs. Hochstetter?" asked Karen as politely as could be. "Me too, Mama," echoed Lena. "Of course. Put your dishes in the kitchen sink and wash up." She stood up from the table. I wasn't ready. I was still hard, and my pecker still hurt. "Can I stay and finish my tea?" I said. "Very well, John. Clear your dishes away when you are done." She went out onto the front porch with Papa, leaving me alone in the room. In the kitchen I heard the clatter of plates in the sink, the rattle of silverware, and the two girls whispering together, chattering and giggling. Just as I finished my iced tea and made to stand up, I heard Karen saying, "Thank you, Mrs. Hochstetter. It's time I need to go home. Good night, Ma'am. Bye, Lena." I caught just a glimpse of her blue skirt as she moved down the hall. Then I heard the screen door close behind her. I was thoroughly exhausted, wiped out from the afternoon's unaccustomed exercise, but I didn't fall asleep easily. Mental pictures kept me awake. Two beautiful blonde girls, stark naked. Karen's breasts with their wide areolas. Lena's fresh pussy waiting to be fucked. Karen's pussy descending toward my face as she squatted down onto my mouth. Blood leaking from Lena's pussy. And the torment of Karen's fingers rubbing my pecker at the dinner table. The next day was Sunday, and I went to the local Lutheran church with the Hochstetter family. Mama expected me, practically forced me to go with them every Sunday. The priest wore a long white robe. He droned on and on for hours about the Devil coming to take us to Hell for our sins. I figured the Devil would probably have to come after me. I caught up with Karen a little way outside the church, and walked along beside her a few yards before I said anything to her, "What was that?" "What was what?" She batted her eyelashes. She was all blue-eyed innocence. "At the dinner table last night." "Well, it was meat loaf, boiled potatoes, green beans, and iced tea, if I remember right. With cherry pie for dessert. "Cherry pie for dessert," she repeated. Suddenly I wondered if she was wearing any underwear, all dressed up like that in her Sunday-go-to-meeting dress, with white patent-leather Mary Jane shoes and all. Then her tone changed. "Well, I was hot and all wet down there and my pussy was hurting from getting fucked and wanting to fuck some more, and I wanted to make you hurt from wanting another piece of pussy right then and there. I bet that made your dick hurt, all tight and held down inside your pants like that." "Yeah, it hurt. You knew all the time it hurt." "I knew it hurt. I like it when I know a guy is hurting from wanting to fuck me. But you got to hurt a little now and then. Without some hurts along the way, pleasure won't mean as much. And it's not like it was really painful." Her braids flipped from side to side as she turned her head this way and that to look for others who might see us. There was no one in sight. She turned her back and pressed her soft, round butt hard against me. She turned to face me again and put her cheek against mine. "Sometime soon," she whispered. And she walked away. I stood there speechless for ten long seconds. I didn't know whether I was encouraged or angry at that glorious blonde for leaving me hot and hard like that. I was all set to rush after her when Lena came down from the church house. "What did Karen have to say about last night? I saw y'all talking." Hill Country Initiation Ch. 02 This beautiful, angel-faced girl with her shining golden hair could talk matter-of-factly of pigs fucking. It was so incongruous that I almost laughed at her. "She's like that," Lena said. "Sometimes she'll be stand-offish, or she likes to tease and torment the guys. But she fucks a lot too." Lena chattered as gaily as a songbird as we made our way back to Hochstetters'. "She used to fool around with lots of boys in high school. She's been fucking since she was thirteen. I never fooled around with any boys before. You're the first one's ever even seen my pussy. Kinda romantic, like. Karen likes you a lot." I wasn't sure what to make of that "Karen likes you a lot." I "Well, I like her," I said. And I like you a lot too, a lot." "Yeah," Lena said. She took my hand. We held hands all the way home.