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The Munch-a-Bet

By: julybear7



A bet about sexual prowess, and its effects on a small town. A bit of oral, anal, straight, les, mature woman/younger man, incest. Enjoy. A special Thank You to OneSilky for her editing help. Jb7 

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Some Background:

It is always difficult to know at what point in time to start a story. In this small tale, I have decided to start in the fall of my senior year of high school, some time in the latter half of the fifties, since that was when the significant action started. Which means I need to spend a little time to give you some background.

Rushford was/is a small town in the western third of the state, about 12 5 miles from anywhere. In the dictionary, next to the definitions of boondocks, out back, and boring, you'll find a picture of the town. The name of our school was the Argent 'County' Central School, it being the only high school in the county. Back in the late thirties, when four of the girls in this tale and I were to start school, they delayed our entry a year since it would have been a class with only five students, which explains why all the principles in this story are eighteen at the beginning.

The summer I turned eighteen, just before my senior year, I was working for my Dad, doing contract landscaping. A family friend, who had lost her husband just before the previous Christmas, called and asked him for some help with her lawn. The week I turned eighteen, he sent me, with instructions to do whatever she asked, the best I could. It was about an hour and a half drive, one way, so she insisted I stay over.

When I first arrived, she explained what she wanted done. With a crew of three, it would have taken us two solid weeks. By myself, I thought I'd be lucky to finish by Labor Day. We spent the first day planning on how to do the work most efficiently. I got up and got started early the next day and worked most of the next twelve hours. As I started gathering the tools to put away, Aunt Sarah, as I had called her all my life, brought out a couple of beers which we consumed pretty quickly, while we looked over what I had accomplished.

There were more beers during supper and after, while we watched TV. About ten-thirty, I went up and showered and got ready for bed. On my way out of the bathroom, Aunt Sarah was waiting, wearing an old robe. I heard her start her shower as I got into bed. I tried to read for a few minutes, but kept falling asleep, so I gave it up. I hadn't anymore than turned off my light when my bedroom door opened. I didn't sleep alone again until I went home for school Labor Day Weekend.

What Sarah taught me created the skill set which drives the rest of this story.

The Bet:

Being such a small school, the football coach had to recruit guys to try out for football. League rules stated he needed thirty players on the roster to field a team. My junior year, I was about five-ten, 190 pounds, and Coach convinced me to tryout for tackle. I had a conflict, though. I was the only guy big enough to carry the bass drum, and was committed to the marching band. That year the teachers involved compromised, I marched at home, and sat on the bench with the other irregulars (second stringers) at the away games. During the season this story covers, however, I played every game.

Coach would not accept any excuse for missing practice. If you were in school, you were to be at practice. Shit, that year, one guy sprained his ankle during a game. He was at practice while it healed, doing some kind of paper work and other BS. Penalty for missing/skipping the first time was a mile's worth of laps around the practice field, with pads and helmet. The penalty for a second skip was two miles, etc. After one such, nobody skipped again.

During the week before our first game, I had to miss practice. By the time I finished the mile, most of the team had showered and gone. Our fullback, Nils, a guard, Joe, and the defensive safety, Bobby, all members of the school's elite clique, were the only ones left. Coming out of the shower, I could hear Nils complaining about his last date with his steady, their first date since she had returned from a summer in Europe.

"Shit, I had my hand in her pussy, finger fucking her while I was rubbing her tits through her sweater. When I tried to kiss her, the goddam cunt yawned in my face!" The other two guys grumbled something sympathetic. "When I asked if she was getting wet, she just gave me a look like she thought I was clueless! Damn! She didn't say a fucking word, just pulled my hands away and sat there. What the fuck does she want?"

At this point in high school, my rep was the fat brain. Unless they wanted the answer to a specific question, if these guys ever took any notice of me, it was with the same regard they gave something on the bottom of their shoe. Still, something prompted me to say, "How badly do you want to know, Nils? What's it worth to you?" Talk about hubris! As far as these guys knew, I had never even dated, let alone got laid.

"Go fuck yourself, Jones!"

I laughed. "I expect that's what you'll be doing, too. At least I'll know why. And poor Patsy, she'll stay frustrated."

"You think you can do better?"

"Is that a challenge? You willing to give me a half hour alone with Patsy, knowing I'm gonna get her in bed? Knowing you'll hear her begging for more before I'm done?"

"Bullshit!" Nils laughed. "As if you could get close enough to use that mini-dick of yours," he said pointing at my very flaccid manhood, still displaying the effects of the cold shower I had just finished. I won't disagree with his observation. I was not circumcised, and when it's chilly, about all you can see is foreskin.

"If that's what you think, you've got nothing to worry about. But if you want to know..."

"What could a loser like you, a second string tackle, show me? Have you even had a date?"

"True, I haven't dated any local girls, But I know enough to do what I said."

"And you think you can make Patsy beg for more?"

"Don't think, know."

"What do I get if you fail?"

"Aha! The conditions of the bet. You give me a half hour alone, and if she begs for more, I keep going until she says enough. If she doesn't beg for more, I quit and I'll kiss your ass in front of the whole team, right here."

"You guys heard him," he said looking at Joe and Bobby. "Meet me at Patsy's house Saturday at two o'clock. We have a study date. I'll tell her you're coming along to help us with...what...we all have the same history class, so it's history. You're there to help us plan a project to present for extra credit. Somehow, I'll get her to let you kiss her. That's when your time starts, agreed?"

The Saturday date made sense. Most of our team were farm kids, who had to help out with chores on Saturdays, so all our games were played on Friday nights, which, farm-wise, was already wasted time.

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The Outcome: PATSY

When I had arrived, as we were walking upstairs to her study room, Patsy had asked me what I had done over the summer, I looked so much thinner. I pointed out that I had had a growth spurt, and shot up three inches to six-one, but still weighed the same. Nels must have heard the her. I had been at Patsy's for over an hour and he hadn't said a word to her about us kissing. When he got up to go to the john, I asked her. "What would you do to get even with Nils for gossiping about your make out sessions?"

"What do you mean?" she demanded. "What's he been saying?"

"Well, among other things, you yawned in his face when he tried to kiss you, and you pulled his hands out..."

"I get the idea! That bastard!" She paused to look at me. "Just why are you here today? Is some thing supposed to be going on?"

"I bet him if he could get you to let me kiss you, in less than 30 minutes, I'd have you begging for more of whatever was going on."

"Jeezus, you've got nerve! What if you lose?"

"Then I have to kiss his ass in front of the football team after practice Monday."

"What was your plan?"

"He was supposed to come up with a way to get you to let me kiss you. Then it was up to me to seduce you into making out and see where it goes. I'm egotistical enough to think I can make you want more."

"Prove it!" she challenged.

I don't know what the hell Nils was doing in the john, but by the time he showed up in the doorway to Patsy's study room, I had her shirt and bra off and was removing her slacks and panties. He just stood there, watching me bend down to start sucking on her pale nippled small B cups.

Patsy was lying on a loveseat, facing away from the door. I was on my knees, beside her, and caught sight of him from the corner of my eye. While I worked over her breasts with my mouth and tongue, my hand was busy in her pussy, searching out her clit and massaging her inner walls. The first time I brushed over her clit, she arched up and hissed, "Yessss! More! Oh! Yes! Right! There! O! Shit! Yesss! Mo-oo--ore! Please! More, you bastard!! Oh, god! Please, more!"

At that point, Nils knew I wouldn't be kissing his or anybody's ass on Monday, and he left us there alone.

I turned Patsy on the love seat and placed her knees on my shoulders. She had been on the verge of climaxing when I pulled away, and was still trying to catch her breath when I started laying a line of nips and kisses from her knee up her thigh to her snatch. She went absolutely still except for the panting as she watched me approach her holy of holies.

When my tongue hit the spot just behind her vagina, I thought she was going to knock my head off she straightened out so fast. "Wh...wh...what are you doing?" I just looked up at her face and grinned, then pushed my face back into her crotch and ran my tongue up her crease. "Uhhnnnghhh," she grunted, and started to hump my face. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." was all she was able to say. When I felt her start to stiffen, prior to coming, I pulled away. "Noooooo!" she screamed and tried to pull my head back into her quim.

I resisted as I pushed my jeans and skivvies down to my knees. When I pushed her legs off my shoulders, she glanced down to see what was waiting for her. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened , and w hen her slit slid over it, she moaned and started to come. In the fifty years since then, I have tried to replicate that experience a number of times, with varying results. Nothing has come close to that day. Feeling a woman come on your cock as you enter her, it just doesn't get much better 'n that!

It was after nine when I left her, sound asleep. She had learned to swallow all of Ol' Hank, and take him up the back door. I was catshit tired and my back itched where she had scratched me.

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The aftermath: NORAH

Monday, after practice, in the shower, Joe, the guard who had witnessed the bet, called to me. "Jonesy, what the hell happened to your back?"

"I got lucky."

"Oh, yeah! What about your bet? You gonna kiss Nils' ass?" he laughed.

"Not hardly."

"You mean..."

"I mean, I don't have to kiss anybody's ass. That's all."

"The bet was you were to make out with Patsy and have her begging for more within thirty minutes. You won?" The disbelief in his voice was almost comical

"You'll have to ask Nils," who happened to be walking into the shower at that moment.

"Hey, Nils!" Bobby called. "Who won the bet about Patsy?"

"The bet was settled over the weekend. That's all..." he stopped when he saw my back. "Jeezuss, Jones! How many times did you make her come? Your back looks like hamburger!" The question and comment were out before he realized what he had said.

I looked at him."Not saying I did, and I'm not saying I didn't. That's the kind of behavior that got you where you are with Patsy, Nils. You want the answer to that question, ask her, if she's still talking to you."

When I got home that afternoon, there was a phone message to call Patsy. I looked up her number and dialed.

"Patsy," I started when she answered.

"Jonesy!" she practically shouted. "Thank you! I heard how you handled Nils this afternoon. Can you come over to study for a while tonight? Norah's coming over and we need some help with our, ah, physics assignment. About seven?"

"Uh, yeah. I got some chores after supper, but should be done by then. I'll borrow Dad's pickup."

Norah and Patsy were about as unlike as two women can be. Norah was barely five feet tall, while Patsy was a good eight inches taller. Norah was built like an Earth mother; 36 D tits, a 22 inch waist and 36-37 inch hips. In contrast, Patsy sported 34B boobs, a 24 inch waist and 33 -34 inch hips. Her ass was damn near flat, but broad. Norah's could have made two lovely bed pillows, her cheeks, wide, but they also stuck out behind, like a guy's.

Patsy's oval face was framed by ash blonde hair cut in what they called a cloche style, with her complexion complementing her hair. Norah's short, naturally curly hair was so black it had blue highlights. Her face was cherubic in nature, with a broad smile and plump cheeks which resembled small apples when she smiled or grinned. He complexion was dark, sort of olive, with deep brown, nearly black eyes, testifying to her Greco-Roman ancestry.

There were two characteristics they shared--both were remarkably intelligent for as pretty as they were (sexist, I know, but neither relied on being attractive to just get by, like some I have known) and they shared a bawdy sense of humor. That evening, I found a third--they both liked sex.

When I arrived, I was greeted by Patsy's mother, who seemed leery of letting me in until Patsy came down to get me. She led me upstairs to her third floor study room where Norah was waiting. I had barely put my books down when she pounced on me. "Patsy told me about your dick, Jonesy! I've got to see it!"

I grabbed a couple handfuls of her tits and backed her up. "Nice to see you, too, Norah. Can you wait a second or so while someone explains what's going on!"

Patsy spoke up. "Joe D. is my friend, Bev's, steady. You know that?" I nodded. "After practice he came and found us all in the library. He told us what Nils had said, and how you answered him. He also told us about your back." She smiled, then said, "I'm sorry. Is it okay?" I nodded again and cocked my head in a silent question. "Bev and Joe had to leave. As soon as they were gone, Norah asked about the bet and how it came out. I gave her most of the details I remembered. She wanted to see for herself."

I looked at Norah. "How badly?"

"What do you mean?"

"What are you willing to do, or let me do, to see the 'details?' It's only fair."

"What do you want?" She sounded uncertain. No boy she had dated had ever challenged her like this.

I looked at Patsy. "Are we apt to be disturbed up here, or will we disturb any one if we get a little noisy, like Saturday?" She actually blushed, recalling how she had screamed during her last orgasm that evening. She was smiling when she shook her head no. "Then I suggest we all get naked. I might need a little stimulation to get to full size. If so, Norah, I want to eat your bush."

"You want to what?" she gasped out. "What do you mean?"

Patsy also gasped. "Oh, god, yes! Norah, do it! Shit! How did I forget that? Me, too, Jonesy! Pleeasse?"

"Of course, Patsy. I took that as a given. And then we'll see what else we can do, 'Kay?" By this time my tool was damn near full size, but it was staying covered until the girls were down to their undies. "Okay?" I asked again as the girls looked at each other, waiting for them to make a move. I reached up and started unbuttoning Norah's cardigan. She simply watched as her sweater fell open, revealing her ample cleavage, set off by a light green bra.

By the time I reached the fourth button, Patsy started on her blouse. I switched to my left hand opening Norah's sweater while my right went to her hip and started unfastening her skirt. Her expression was like a deer caught in headlights--it was like she had no comprehension of what was happening. When her skirt dropped, her sweater was wide open. I pulled it off her shoulders and over her hands.

I tilted her face and bent down to kiss her, slipping my tongue into her mouth. For the first time since I said 'naked,' she responded. She returned the kiss and unfastened her bra. Then I led her to the love seat where I had pounded Patsy's precious pussy. I pushed Norah down so she was sitting, then reached for her panties. She rocked from side to side to let them slip under her butt.

I had Patsy come sit next to her then started kissing Norah again, playing with her nipples. When I started kissing her breasts, she began a low moaning and started pushing her nips into my mouth. I bit them, not too gently, but not hard enough to do any, even minor, damage. Her moans increased and peaked when I left them to start my trail to her nest. I don't think she even suspected what was about to happen.

When I reached the top of her thatch, I pushed her thighs up to her chest and started frenching her vagina. She damn near bounced off the seat, screaming, "What are you...Oh mi...Shit!! Patsy, why...oh! Oh! Oh! Yesss! More! Don't stop! OMIGOD!!!! I'm commmmmmm!!!!!!"

I didn't ask. I just pulled her ass to the front of the loveseat and raised up on my knees. It was a perfect fit. I buried all eight and a half inches in her hungry twat, causing a moaning scream, followed by, "Yesss, fuck me! Gawd! Fuck me! Oh shit! You're too big! Back out! Wait! Now, slow, come in a little bit. Wait! Christ, Patsy, how'd you handle this?"

I started treating her like a virgin pussy. Slow short strokes, increasing in length and tempo slowly. In a few minutes she started responding, hanging on, thrusting her ass at me as I buried my schlong in her cunt. She must have come three times on my cock before I unloaded the first dose of clam sauce. I glanced at Patsy. Her eyes were closed, both hands busy, one with a boob, the other in her quim.

I pulled Norah off the loveseat and took her place, with her on her knees between mine. I pulled her face toward my groin. When she objected, I asked, "Did you enjoy it when I licked your lady?" She looked guilty and nodded. "It's the same thing," I said, pulling her closer. She stopped struggling and took my whole half flaccid cock in her mouth. In less than a second she was pulling away, gagging, my cock snaking out of her mouth like the Alien bursting out that guy's chest in the movie.

"Bast..." she started to say, then saw what had nearly choked her. "Motherfucker!" she exclaimed. "Holy shit! That was in me? In you?" she whispered in awe, glancing back and forth between my prick and Patsy. "How the fuck...?"

"Wait 'til he screws you in the ass," Patsy grinned as she leaned down to engulf my mini monster in her mouth, humming as she swallowed it. I pulled her off and rearranged us so we were 69ing.

Norah just knelt there, her mouth agape. "Damn, guys, that looks so sexy. Fuck him, Patsy, so I can try again."

It will probably come as no surprise when I say that, when I left at ten o'clock, no progress had been made on the physics assignment. Lots of progress in biology, though. Norah had successfully deep throated me, and she had vowed her first ass fuck was also her last. I can understand; she was tighter than professionally applied wallpaper.

Patsy's mom saw me out and was nice enough to ask if we got a lot of work done. I just smiled and nodded, then took my leave.

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The Aftermath: BEV

The girls didn't make it to school the next day. In the shower, after gym class that morning, Joe came up and suggested I either leave my undershirt on or get whoever I was screwing some mittens. I just grinned and said I'd think about it, and thanked him for the suggestion.


The Munch-a-Bet



It rained that afternoon so the marching band couldn't practice, which meant I had to go to concert band rehearsal. Walking back from the band room, Bev fell in beside me, taking hold of my arm so the guys I was with could get ahead of us. In a voice barely above a whisper, she said, "I talked to Norah over lunch. She said you nearly tore her open." She hesitated. "I was wondering, could you help me with a homework assignment for my health class. We have to do a health interview with someone eighteen or older, and get some basic measurements."

"What kind of measurements?"

"Just usual things, height, weight, blood pressure, pulse, that kind of stuff."

"If that's all, sure. When, and how long do think it'll take?"

"Are you free tonight, or Saturday afternoon?"

"Saturday's better. We play at Riverside Friday, and my folks are staying over 'til Sunday to visit my Aunt Sarah. I'll have the house to myself until late Sunday evening."

She took in a short quick breath. When I glanced at her chest, her nipples were poking through the armor plate bra all the girls seemed to wear at that time. "Oh, okay. That'll be good. I'll, uh, see you around, uh, one?" she asked.

"That's fine. But, Bev, why not interview Joe? Isn't that one of the expected duties of your steady?"

"Uh, yeah, usually, um, but this is supposed to be with someone we...someone we're not familiar with." She let out a big breath.

"Does that mean we're gonna get familiar?" I laughed. She blushed at the implication. She got redder when I commented that she was really pretty when she blushed like that. Nor was she successful hiding her smile at the compliment.

I saw my folks after the game for a few minutes. They did the usual bullshit about being good, no wild parties, no orgies, crap like that. I said some friends were coming over to study the next afternoon and hang out for awhile. I was wiped. Riverside was our arch-rival, and it had been a hard game. I had played the whole game on defense as nose tackle. We won, 8-7, when Joe and I trapped their quarterback behind their goal line in the last two minutes of the game.

I was still tired when Bev arrived just after one o'clock. As soon as I closed the door, her arms were around my neck, her tongue pushing past my lips. After I returned her greeting, I pushed her back an inch or so, my hands on her hips. "And what measurement is this supposed to be?"

She grinned. "Uhh, collar size?" She pulled away and sat down on the couch. I moved to the recliner across the narrow room from her. "Tell me what you did to Norah and Patsy. Last night, during the game, you were all they talked about. They wanted to get you to come to the after game party, but Joe and Bobby wouldn't ask you. They brought Nils instead, for Patsy, but she wouldn't even talk to him.

"When he accused her of still being mad about the bet, she said no, that was the best thing he'd ever done for her. She finally knew what it was like to have adult level sex, where mutual pleasure was the goal, not the clueless fumbling of a self pleasuring teenager. Joe and I didn't say anything, and when Bobby started to defend Nils, Norah told him to shut up, he was just as bad, and Patsy was right.

"Bobby asked how she knew Patsy was right, and she just sat there, hemming and hawing, when Patsy came out and told her to just admit it, they had both fucked you, or been fucked by you, which ever way you wanted to put it. But it seemed like there was more to it than just fucking, from what was being said, and what wasn't said."

"You know, the best way to answer your question is to simply show you what they didn't talk about, but you have to know, you may very well wind up having the same total experience they did. Are you ready for that?"

In reply, she removed the turtleneck sweater she was wearing, revealing a pretty lace bra. I moved to the couch to sit beside her. Putting my arms around her, I kissed her and removed the bra at the same time.

"Pretty bra; panties match?" She nodded, her face flushed, her pupils so dilated, it looked like she didn't have any iris. I kissed her again and pulled her to me as I turned so we were lying on the couch.

"Bev," I said, quietly, "I like Joe, so if you have any doubts or reservations about what we're about to do, now is the last chance you'll have to leave before it happens. Are you sure you want to do this?" She nodded. "If I asked you to, could you spend the night?" If possible, her eyes seemed to get bigger, her irises disappearing completely. She swallowed rapidly a couple of times. I kissed her lightly on the lips, then whispered, "don't answer now. Just think about it."

Then starting at the corner of her jawbone, just below her ear, I started a trail of kisses to her chin, then down to the valley between her lovely, chocolate capped twins. I spent some time attending to each of them until her nips looked like the popular foil wrapped treats. I removed her slacks and panties during my trip from boobs to snatch. I heard her catch her breath when I brushed my nose all around her dark blonde thatch.

When my tongue started its foray into her secret place, she started to pull away, asking, "What are you doing? Why are you...oho! Oh my! Yesss!" Then she fell silent except for some 'mmms' and 'uhhs' every few seconds. Even when she came. I caught sight of her face for just a second, eyes rolled back and mouth wide open in a silent scream. After she relaxed, but before she had entirely recovered, I moved up, over and into her. I think she started her next climax before the first one was done. Her eyes opened wide and she got the biggest smile I think I've ever seen.

"This is a helluva introduction to sex. Thank you."

"Intro? You mean you were..." She nodded.

"Joe's had his hands in my pants, but it never felt right when he wanted more, and he is too nice a guy to force me to do something I don't want to do." She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a sweet kiss. "I really like what you did with your tongue. Is that the female version of getting sucked off?"

"I guess. Never thought of it like that, but it fits." I rolled off to the side, taking her with me so we were still joined. "Bev, I'm sorry about how I just assumed it was okay. If I had known you were virgin, I would have..."

"Hush. I knew when I came here today, it might happen. And before we started, you warned me, and you gave me another chance to stop you at the beginning. If I wasn't ready to lose my cherry, I could have stopped you then. I'm not sorry. This was a whole lot better than the other girls have described." She came in for a kiss. Our tongue play aroused Ol' Hank. It was fun to watch the expression on her face as she felt him grow in her. "Oh, fuck! That is so wild!" She grinned. "You are going to have to do that a few more times. Now, about those vital measurements I'm supposed to be taking, how big is it? The girls are curious, and jealous because they didn't think to measure it."

We did measure it, a few times just to be sure, because it never came out the same. Before and after measures were as much as an inch and a quarter off, and the circumference varied by up to a half inch.

Later, she called Patsy and asked her to cover for her. She was going to tell her Mom she decided to stay the night with her. Patsy must have guessed what was up. Bev answered, "Mmhmm. From how you and Norah talked, even better than I hoped."

"First, he did that thing with his tongue in my pussy, then before I really finished my climax, he was in me. After that climax, when he found out it was my first time, he was so cute, trying to apologize." She giggled for a few seconds.

"No, no regrets at all."

"Joe? I don't know. I have to think about what I'm going to do. For right now, nothing."

"I intend to. Will tell you all about it Monday. And thank you. 'Bye."

On her own, Bev had taken on the task of cleaning me up with her tongue after we screwed. That's the wrong term. With Norah and Patsy, and even to some extent, with Aunt Sarah, it was just screwing. Maybe because I was Bev's first, but it seemed more like making love. That night, instead of just wanting to pleasure her, I wanted her to experience pleasure.

It's like the difference between a girl giving you a hand job or a blow job because if she doesn't she's afraid you'll want more--that's pleasuring you--and her giving you the same hand job or blow job as a thank you for a great date, just because she wants to give you a pleasurable experience.

I had about decided to forego buggering her when she asked if there was anything else I had done to her friends that I hadn't done with her. When I told her what, she went pale and said, "You're kidding me, aren't you?"

When I shook my head, she swallowed hard. "How...Never mind, just do it. I told myself when I came over here, if you had done it to either of them, I'd have you do it to me. So you see, you didn't have any choice about my cherry. C'mon, let's get this dirty deed done," she said, trying to smile at the pun.

"Bev, sweets, you don't have to do it today, or even tonight. Get used to having plain sex first. There's no use to experiencing that kind of pain your first time. And yes, it will hurt, so much you'll beg me to stop one second and push harder the next. I don't want you to feel that. Wait at least a week, if not a month. Ask me then, or I'll ask you. Just not today."

She got a tender look on her face, similar to the one she had when I tried to apologize for taking her cherry. "You're sweet. Thank you for caring. But you have to promise, after next weekend, if I ask you, you'll do it; and if I don't ask you, you will ask me by the first of November." I nodded and asked if she was interested in dinner, partly to distract her, and partly because I hadn't eaten since breakfast, and it was approaching six o'clock.

She nodded, her eyes growing wide as she recognized she was hungry. "I think if you hadn't asked, I wouldn't have realized how hungry I was. Can doing it have that effect?"

"Apparently," I grinned at her.

"Snot," she laughed, slapping my arm.

My mother had left some leftover chicken for me. I boned it and mixed up a sauce using some soup and milk, and added some mixed veggies. I whipped up some biscuits from scratch and in about a half hour we were sitting down to creamed chicken and biscuits. I was even able to find a bottle of white German wine which wasn't too dry to go with, or so sweet as to overpower the casserole.

"You know," Bev said, with a twinkle in her eye, "if I tell the girls you cooked me dinner, a delicious dinner, by the way, they won't stop pestering you. Between the kitchen and the bedroom, they'll try to keep you busy until June."

"Will you be there?" She nodded, enthusiastically. "Well, then, I can

think of worse things." She blushed and looked at her plate. "I can't get over how pretty you are when you blush like that. Almost enough to make me want to keep you blushing all the time." Which made her blush even more. "See, that proves it! I'm going to have to keep coming up with compliments for you."

She raised her eyes to look at me. Something she saw turned her bright red and she started to tear up. I got up and went to her. "Hey, sweets, what is it? Why the tears?"

Without answering, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Then she pushed me away and told me to finish my dinner. When we were done, she asked if we could watch TV and cuddle for a while. I poured us each another glass of wine and we sat on the couch to watch whatever western was on that night.

I was sitting with my back in the corner, my left leg along the back of the couch. Bev was between my legs, leaning on my chest, holding my left hand to her breast. "Mmm," she hummed. "I could get used to this without any problem."

"Me, too," I replied, kissing the top of her head.

Monday pretty much everything went as usual. Joe made some comment about how well my back had healed, and wanted to know if I had been cutoff or dumped. I laughed and told him I had taken his suggestion and put mittens on the pussy I had been with.

Tuesday morning, in the English class we shared, he just glared at me. Coming out of Physics, Patsy and Norah fell in on either side of me. "How come you didn't offer to fix us dinner?" Norah asked. "Watch out for Joe," Patsy warned me. "Bev broke up with him last night. She told him about being with you."

During football practice that afternoon, Coach decided to run a tackling drill. I saw Joe figuring out where to get in line so we'd wind up facing each other. I started in the ball carrier line, to be tackled by Joe. We weren't supposed to try to avoid the tackle, just try to avoid going down. When Joe hit me, I let him dump me, and, as I went back, I caught his legs with mine and flipped him over me, to land on his back two or three yards behind me. I was up first and went over to give him a hand up. He glared at me a few seconds, then accepted the hand. When I tackled him, I didn't dump him, just threw him over my shoulder and ran him back to the carriers' line. Everybody had a big laugh, even Coach, who pointed out, that until the ball carrier hit the ground, the ball was still in play. When I set him down, Joe just looked at me, then shook his head and grinned.

In the shower room, he came up and said, "I was so pissed at you I wanted to...I can't think of anything bad enough. When I heard about Patsy, I figured Nils brought it on himself. And Norah, shit, we all know she's a slut in process. But when Bev told me last night that you and she...I was ready to smash you so bad...then, on the field today, I thought what would I have done in your position. Bev said she had gone to your house intending to seduce you. I realized I would have done the same to you, if given the opportunity. I know she's still going to hang out with Patsy and Norah; I just don't want to be like Nils, sitting around waiting for his ex to pity him."

"Don't. Find someone else. It's not like you were engaged or anything, was it? You know that little girl, Vanessa something, in Wallace's home room. When she thinks no one's watching, she has eyes on you like a hawk."

"Little Van! Hell! She's built like a boy!"

"No, she's not. It's because of the sweaters she wears. I happened to see her in her gym clothes a few weeks ago, and for a small girl, she has a pretty good set. I'd bet they were as big as Patsy's."

"You're full of shit! Van? Little girl, dark hair, big glasses. Oversize sweat...As big as Patsy, huh? Maybe I'll wind up thanking you. Some of the guys, though, will still think you're a shit head."

"You mean Nils and Bobby?" He nodded. "Well, it's mutual, especially with Nils. If he had kept his mouth shut, or even kept his complaints private just among the three of you...but broadcasting his activities the way he was. Even if I hadn't said anything, it was just a matter of time before word got back to Patsy about him mouthing off. That's what pissed her off so she let me kiss her."

"Then what?"

"Sorry. What did Bev tell you?"

"Just that she spent the night with you, and didn't feel we should continue to go steady anymore because she knew, if you asked her to again, she would. What the fuck do you do? Okay, Nils should have been more discreet, but the other night Norah all but told Bobby he was on notice to shape up or she'd find the someone else she had already fucked to be her one and only for the rest of the year. And from the conversation, it was pretty obvious she was talking about you."

"Joe, if I told you, you wouldn't believe me, think I was pulling your leg and lying. But, if you and Van get to that point, bring her around and I'll be glad to demonstrate it for you. If you wind up getting her into your clique, you'll probably find it's like an initiation for her to be accepted. What's going to be interesting is to see what happens when Patty gets back from Japan in January."

That conversation was in early mid-October, about seven weeks until Thanksgiving. During that seven weeks, Bev and I started dating steadily--that's going steady without the commitment, and Joe and Van became each other's steady. In spite of my warning, Joe did decide to pull her into the clique. Meanwhile, B, P, and N and I were meeting once or twice a week as a group to 'study.'

One night, in Mid-November, from some points of view, I made a hell of a mistake. I was warming up Bev, my tongue deep in her cave, when I suggested to Patsy she do the same to Norah. Christ, her eyes gleamed so much they practically glowed. With no hesitation, she pulled Norah's pants and panties off and went for the goodies. Norah's eyes opened wide, her mouth gaped wide enough to have taken two of me! One of them must have figured out the benefit of a single sex 69 because it happened in less than a minute.

After that night, my pussy poking decreased quite a bit. Bev and I still fucked like rabbits whenever we dated, which was at least weekly. And the other two still called me a couple of times of a month for 'study' sessions. Even after they discovered dildos, there was something about a live cock they preferred, especially from behind and in the butt. I had long since introduced Bev to butt banging, and she understood my reluctance to go that route the first time we were together. She would tolerate it occasionally, but never asked for it. Patsy and Norah, on the other hand, would practically demand it at least once a month.

**********

The Aftermath: VAN

Although she had been accepted as Joe's steady, Van wasn't really one of the circle, yet. The week after our final football game, I saw her talking to Patsy and Norah one day in the library, every now and then glancing in my direction. When I saw Van go pale, then get mad and leave, I thought I knew what had been said. That was confirmed the next day when Joe sought me out after our English class.

"Hey, Jonesy, got a minute?"

"Sure, Joe. What's up?"

"Did you suggest to Patsy and Norah they hold an initiation for Van to join the clique?"

"What?"

"Like you were talking when Bev and I broke up."

"Christ no, Joe. Those two don't need hints like that from me. Is that what the to do in the library was about yesterday. I saw them talking to Van when she got upset and stormed out."

"Yeah. They told her if she wanted to be included, and to take part in planning parties and stuff, she'd have to let you do whatever the girls said while they watched. And I had to ask you to do it. What kind of bull shit is this, Jonesy? It's practically what you said that day!"

"Joe, I swear to God! I have no idea what those two are planning. They haven't said a word to me about Van. In fact, after we finish our physics assignments, they don''t do much talking at all except to order me to strip or fuck them in some new position they discovered with each other."

"Jesus fuck! What do I do? I really like Van, and she likes and trusts me. If those two cunts tell you to fuck her, will you?"

"Frankly, Joe, I will. If I don't do as they ask, they'll shut Bev out. And I've come to feel the same way about Bev you do about Van. I've tried talking her into breaking with them, but it's the lure of being inside the inner circle." I stopped and looked at Joe. A long half minute passed before he looked up at me.

"What does being in the group do for you Joe? Is it worth giving up Van for even a day? Sharing her with God knows who? It might be me, but it could just as easily be Nils or Bobby, or one of the girls' brothers. Does being part of that sick group mean that much to you?"

"I don't know what it does for me, except give me a feeling of being connected, belonging to something special. And as long as I don't know who, I think I could tolerate it."




The Munch-a-Bet



"I don't think so, Joe. You have to know, otherwise, every time you see a guy smile at Van, you're going to wonder if he was the one, and jealousy will eat your gut out." I sat and put my arm around his shoulder. "Joe, I will promise you this. If you decide to do this, and they ask me to carry it out, I will take control so Van isn't hurt, and I will make it as pleasurable for her as I can. And when it's over, you and Van, Bev and I will double date, and I'll demonstrate on Bev what I did to Patsy and Norah to start all this."

Joe nodded. "Okay, Jonesy. It's a date. Consider yourself asked. You have to let Patsy know."

"Okay, but before I do, I want to talk to Van, to be sure she's doing this willingly, not being pressured or blackmailed into it. Where is she?"

"Third period, she studies in the library."

We found her there. When she saw us walk in, her face got very grim, and she started to get up and walk away from us as we approached her. "Van, wait," Joe called.

I sat at the table she had been at. Joe led her back and pulled out the chair next to me for her. She started for one across the table, but he pulled her back. "He wants to talk to you. Quietly is best." She glowered at him, but sat where he placed her.

"Van, first let me say that I had no part in planning whatever the girls are setting up for you. Do you have any idea what that might be?"

She glanced sideways at Joe on the other side of her, then nodded. "One night at a party, things were getting steamy between Norah and Bobby, and Nils and the girl he brought. I was talking with Patsy, watching them, and confessed I'm still a virgin. She got this big smile, then leaned over and whispered that they would have to take care of that. Thinking she meant I should encourage Joe more, I nodded. Then yesterday, they said they were going to have an initiation for me, with you, and that Joe had to ask you to participate."

"You're willing to go through with it?" She nodded, slowly, hesitantly. "Why?"

"They said every new girl who want's to be part of their inner circle, which I guess means being the steady girlfriend of one of the guys, they didn't really explain that part, has to let herself get laid by you. It's the only way Joe and I can be together."

"Joe could give up the group."

"I can't ask him to do that, they're his friends. It's too important to him."

"More important than you? And how you feel about yourself? Even knowing it tears him up inside to ask you to do this, you'll do it because you think he really wants you to?" She looked at Joe, then at the table, and nodded.

"Joe, tonight, go someplace where you can get a marriage license tomorrow and marry this woman. You'll never find anyone who will love you more."

I turned back to Van. "Barring that, I told Joe, if the girls follow through with their plans and ask me to be their instrument, I will do my best to take control so you aren't hurt, and to make the experience as pleasant as possible for you. I'll also drive you home that night. That will insure there aren't any surprises after I leave. I wouldn't put it past Nils and Bobby to show up afterward and try to get in on the fun."

For the first time since we came into the library, she smiled, nodding. "I was afraid of that, too, but I figured they were Joe's friends and wouldn't try anything."

"Joe?"

"Thanks, Jonesy. You're right. If they got a sniff of some free tail, they'd fuck it if it was their little sister. Big sister!"

"Joe, I know I'm trying to talk myself out of a sweet piece," Van blushed and smiled at the statement, "but are you sure? Knowing those two, I can almost guarantee that over the holidays, they'll try to get the two of you drunk so they can sample your girl here. Of course," I said with a dirty smile, "you could go through the initiation, and then drop out."

Surprisingly, Joe's smile was a mile wide. Van blushed some more as she slapped my arm, but her smile was more invitation than mock annoyance.

"Let us talk," he said. "I'll let you know tomorrow. Either way, that double date still on?" I just grinned and nodded. One way or another, before Christmas, I would be in Van's pants. All the way in.

Joe stopped by my home room the next morning before class to let me know they were going to go ahead with the initiation. I just nodded and asked if he was sure that's what he really wanted to do. His face got grim, but he nodded.

I saw Patsy in Physics class and told her Joe had spoken to me, asked me to help in Van's initiation. Then I asked her, "What initiation?"

"Norah and I decided that, since all the girls in the group have been, uh, had by you, then any girl who wants to go steady with one of our guys has to submit to you. Bev's okay with it," she added, almost an afterthought.

"Submit to me. That means I'm in charge of what they have to do? Who's going to tell Patty she has to give me her butt hole?"

"Oops! Oh dear, we didn't think of that. We'll have to see. But you're not in charge. They have to be, uh, had all three ways."

"Not if it's the girl's first time. Nobody needs the pain of a butt fuck associated with their first time."

"Don't be such a prig, Jonesy! The pain is part of the price to join.

"Now, my dad will be in Capitol City until Sunday, and Mom is in NYC, Christmas shopping. My little sister is spending the week with a friend until Mom gets home Sunday afternoon. There's a basketball game Friday night. That'll keep the guys busy until ten or so.

"Come over right after school. Joe'll drop off Van. The initiation and our warm up should be done by the time the boys get there. Plan on spending the night. It'll be fun. Maybe you'll meet Nils' new candidate. It may turn into an open fuck night, where everyone gets to try anyone else they want to."

"I'll think about it. But, if I have to screw Van's butt, I want to do you and Norah that way first, so she doesn't get the idea she's being singled out."

"Hmm? Okay, that 's fine. You are such a romantic, Jonesy."

Friday afternoon, I pulled into Patsy's driveway just ahead of Joe, dropping off Van. I stuck my head in his truck after helping her out. "Don't worry, Joe. I'll take good care of her."

"Not too good. I want her back!" he laughed.

The front door was unlocked, so we went in and I led Van to the third floor study room where our action was to take place. On the way, to try to ease her tension, I told her, "Don't take this wrong, but I'm looking forward to being with you today."

She blushed, looked at me with a smile and replied, "Thank you. In a way, so am I. If it weren't so important to Joe...That really shouldn't be the main reason, should it?" She hesitated. "Have you really screwed all three of them?" I nodded. "Aren't you going steady with Bev? You're always together."

"She was actually number three. She was ready to try sex, and curious about me from what Patsy and Norah were saying. After we were together, she decided she couldn't be faithful to Joe if I approached her. Since then, we have an understanding, but nothing formal."

By that time we had reached the study room. I pushed the door open and found the three girls, naked. "C'mon in," chirped Patsy. "Get undressed and get comfortable while I lay out the rules for you. They're really simple.

"It's almost, call it four-fifteen; until nine o'clock, Jonesy, you are to fuck Van in as many ways as you like. Van, he has to visit each of your three holes at least twice. No matter what he asks you to do, sexually, no matter what he wants to do to you, you cannot refuse him.

"Now, he is worried about the pain you will have when he fucks your ass. I agree, it can be pretty bad, so to prove to you that we are not singling you out for that pain today, before he starts on you, he will take Norah and me up our butts. And, throughout the initiation, if Jonesy needs a break, one of us will substitute. Any questions?"

I looked at Van and shook my head. Her eyebrows went up a notch or two, but she didn't say anything. I sat and removed my boots, then took off my pants. "Patsy," I asked, "did you get the lotion I asked for?" She pointed to an end table by the loveseat as she got into position. I moved in front of her and pulled her head to my semi.

Van's eyes were wide open when I pulled away from Patsy and walked around the loveseat to get into position behind her. I picked up the lotion and dribbled some on Patsy's rosebud, some more on Ol' Hank, then tossed the bottle to Bev. "Here, lube up Norah, will you?" I knew she would find the job off putting and do as little as she could. "Try to get at least one finger inside, okay?" making it sound like I was asking a lot. She'd do that much for me, and I was telling her she didn't have to do any more.

I rubbed the lotion over my cock and then smeared the stuff on Patsy around the outside and shoved one lotion covered finger in her ass. I could feel her tense up when she felt Ol' Hank knocking at her back door without any further preparation. "What? No..." She started to object when I pulled on her hips and thrust mine forward at the same time.

Her protest turned to an ear-splitting scream. I waited for her to stop, to accommodate to my presence. "You bastard," she sobbed. "Wha..." I pulled out of her, all the way out in a single jerk, eliciting a pain filled gasp. As immediately as I could, I forced my way back in, balls deep!

This time, while she screamed curses at me, I started strumming her clit, as fast as I could. In spite of, because of the pain, who knows, she had a massive orgasm in about two pain-filled minutes. As it peaked, I pushed her off my cock, adding pitch and volume to her orgasmic howl, until she passed out, demonstrating why the French call the climax petit morte.

The look of terror on Norah's face was priceless. You'd have thought she had seen a real-life movie monster, like Freddy or Pin Head. She was standing there, Bev's finger up her ass, eyes and mouth wide open in terror. When I started toward her she tried to move away from Bev, who had her other arm around Norah's waist, holding her still.

"C'mon, Norah. Patsy told me the pain is the real initiation, the price of admission to the group. You have to experience the real pain or it doesn't count."

"No, Jonesy, Jim, please, no..."

"C'mon, Norah, girl, it's your turn." I positioned her on the loveseat, facing the back, on her knees. Even though Bev had her pretty well lubed up, her fright, up tight doesn't begin to describe her. Her pucker was all but invisible.

I started massaging her pussy to calm her down and distract her. Patsy began to make sounds like she was coming to, which helped convince Norah she wasn't about to die. As soon as her little rosebud became visible, I moved into position and shoved. This time I had the foresight to cover her mouth and partly silence the scream. I kept up the pussy massage. By the time I hit bottom and jerked out, Norah was coming. She didn't pass out, but she was totally unaware of what was happening around her.

I went to the john and washed Ol' Hank. When I got back, Patsy was just regaining her awareness. Van was buttoning up her blouse, and Bev was dressing. When she saw me enter the room, Van asked, "Will you take me home now?" I nodded and began to dress.

"You're a real bastard, you know that?" Patsy said in a soft voice, absent of the pain and malice one would have expected. When I looked at her, there was an expression, a hunger, asking me not to leave. "What'll we tell Joe?"

"Tell him when she heard all of what was involved, she changed her mind. If he wants to stay with the group, he'll either have to convince one of you to be his steady girl friend, or find another willing victim. And you will have to find another initiator. After tonight, I'm done with you two."

Patsy nodded, a tear running down her cheek. "What about Patty? You know when she hears about all of this, she'll want a turn with you. So far we've all fucked each other's boy friends. She won't be able to stand us having someone she hasn't screwed."

"She'll have to convince me, just like Bev did." I walked over to her and bent down, kissing her lips, the moved to Norah, who had recovered and sat up, to do the same. "Good-bye, girls."

Norah reached up to hold my face while we kissed. "Thank you, Jonesy," she said. "It's been...educational." And she laughed.

"At least that," agreed Patsy, joining the laugh. "Please, Jonesy, won't you change your mind. We'll do it your way."

I looked to the door, Van and Bev waiting. "Sorry, ladies, but I don't think the other parties are willing any longer." Patsy and Norah looked over their shoulders toward the door. Without exchanging a word they got up and walked to the waiting girls. They each hugged both of them.

"No hard feelings, Van. It wasn't personal, we just got carried away in thinking what an initiation should be. Bev, whenever you want to come back, you know you're welcome; you, too, Van, if you change your mind," Patsy told them.

"Van," Norah added, "when it comes to being initiated into the pleasures of sex, you've got the best looking out for you, right here. If you get the chance, take him to bed. You won't regret it. Right, Bev?"

Van looked at Bev, who blushed a little, but smiled and nodded.

Downstairs, I held the door to my truck for the girls to get in. "Drop me at home, Jonesy," said Bev. "I feel like I need a shower, and then bed." I offered to help her, but the only reply I got was a quick kiss. When we got to her place, I walked her to the door.

"Don't leave her alone tonight, Jonesy. Joe is going to be furious. There's just her and her mom; 'n' she's no bigger than Van. Joe would just push her aside. Either stay with her, or take her home with you."

We were watching TV in Van's living room, the Jack Paar show, when we heard Joe's truck pull up. I got up, waving Mrs . Houlahan back into her seat, and met Joe on the porch. "H'lo, Joe. What's up?"

"Goddam it, Jonesy! Wha'd you fuckin' do?"

"I asked Van if she were absolutely certain. And when Patsy and Norah gave me the chance to show her what they had planned, I took it. It was enough to make Van change her mind."

"Shit! It's my own fuckin' fault! After Bev and Patsy, I should've known better than to leave her alone with you more than a minute." He sat down on the steps. "Now, what the fuck do I do?"

I sat down beside him. I felt sorry for the guy. Then I had a stroke of genius. "Go to Bev tomorrow. Tell her I said maybe you're not her right guy, but you're the right guy for right now, and she has a lesson to teach you, a lesson you will not pass on to Nils or Bobby. Use it on the others when those two aren't around and the girls will fuck you dry. Show those two clueless bastards and they'll leave you in the cold."

"Why are you..."

I held up a chain with a ring hanging from it. "Van asked me to give this back to you. She said you're a nice guy, Joe, but she wanted to be with someone who valued her at least as much as he valued his guy friends." He took the ring, stood up and looked like he wanted to say something, then turned and walked to his truck, and drove away.

Back inside, Van was waiting, alone. "I sent Ma to bed. I heard. D'you think he'll go to Bev? Didn't they used to date?"

I just nodded as I closed the door and walked to her. Petite, in sneakers, she wouldn't top five one. I was right about her breasts, a generous A, smallish B cup, they sat on a frame best described as boyish, ten-year-old boyish. Her shoulders, waist and hips all measured the same, but on her those tits looked huge. Plus, she did have a cute little bubble butt.

When I got to her, she just smiled and raised her arms to go around my neck as I bent to kiss her. Just before our lips met, she whispered, "I still want my initiation tonight."

Van was in the middle of her third silent orgasm thanks to my lips and tongue. I thought I heard something and glanced at the door over her legs. I thought I saw something through the vertical space between the door and the frame. I was sure we had latched it when we came in.

Just then Van grabbed my hair and pulled me up for a kiss. "Take me, now," she growled. "Give me that goddam rod of yours. Put it where it belongs!" She yelped in pain as her first ever prick entered her. I waited for the pain to abate a bit then started with short in and out strokes until we were pube to pube. Her face was pure bliss as she hissed, "Yesss! Oh, yesss!"

Arms and legs wrapped me up and her tongue started demonstrating what she wanted. She had two more orgasms before Ol' Hank spit out his magic balm. I rolled off her, staying in as far as I could.

We laid like that, face to face, and I asked her to go steady with me. She asked about the girls. I told her she had heard me tell them I was done with them. She nodded and asked about Patty. I thought a few seconds, then told her that if it became a possibility, I would tell her, and it would only happen if she said yes.

She shook her head. "It's something you want to do, isn't it? Why?"

"Have you ever seen the cartoon of the two babies looking down into their diapers, saying, 'Oh, so that's the difference!'" She nodded. "Patty and I had a moment like that when we were about eight or so. It was one of the first Spring days we could play outside for recess, and I had waited too long to go inside and pee. I didn't think I'd make it, so I snuck around behind a maintenance shed. She had seen me hurrying, and snoopy sneak that she was, she followed me.

"While I was washing down the wall, she walked up and watched me. When I was done, she pulled up her dress and pulled the crotch of her panties aside to let me look. Then the bell rang and we ran back inside. Since then, there've been some looks that tell me she remembers.

"Yeah, if I had the opportunity, I'd like to explore her body..."

"Then do it. I will be your girl. And we will do more of this, a lot more! I want to know if you have your time with Patty, but I don't need to know any more about it than that."

"Okay, 'Nessie," I said, kissing her. Our tongues' dueling for position resulted in some activity inside her quim. She backed away from our kiss, her eyes and her smile bright.

"Do you treat all your mythical monsters this way?" she asked, pushing me on to my back. Between my size and my 'size,' she actually had to squat to accommodate me.

However, it didn't take her long to come, and when she did, she lost her balance. She wound up sitting on me, impaled on my staff. Only the whites of her eyes showed, her mouth open, overcome by her climax.

I was able to maneuver her legs into a position so I could roll to my side and withdraw. About then, she seemed to recover. "Omigod. That was too much, Jimmy." She gave me a small push. "You'd better leave now. I wouldn't want Ma to get up and find you here. I don't think she'd approve."

"Okay, babe. Just let me hold you while you go to sleep." I kissed her goodnight, then she rolled over, her back to me. In a few minutes, her breathing was slow and regular. I dressed and left. I had barely closed her door when her mother appeared. Without a word, she indicated I was to follow her and led me to her bedroom.

She sat me on her bed, standing before me, fiddling with the belt on her robe. "Vanessa is of age, and knows the possible consequences of what she did tonight. I went to school with your parents and know they're decent people and would have raised you right.

"From what I heard, and saw, you did a good man's job tonight, from dealing with those two...I don't know a decent word to call them, and her so-called boyfriend, and introducing her to the pleasure of sex. I was surprised, seeing you eating her. I didn't think boys knew about that, but since you do..." She opened and shrugged off her robe, and stood there, gorgeously nude. She wasn't any taller than Van, but she was a little heavier, showing what Van would look like, in a few years, with some more feminine curves.




The Munch-a-Bet



"My husband's lungs were damaged when he was caught in a ship-board fire during the war. He couldn't breathe well enough after that to go down on me. If you want to continue to have sex with my daughter, eat me now, and in the future, whenever you have sex here. I'll deal with Vanessa in the morning." She came to me and pushed me back on the bed, then walked on her knees until her pussy hit my nose.

**********

The Aftermath: MARIE

The next morning, just before noon, I got a phone call from Bev. "Jonesy, thank you! You're right! He's perfect for right now."

"Christ, didn't take him long to follow up, did it? What time did he get there, six?"

She laughed. "He knows my folks like to get an early start on Saturdays to go antiquing. He was watching from down the street when they left at nine.

"I think he enjoyed his lesson. He's going to be even better than you, Jonesy. His tongue is almost as long as Nils' dick. As big as he is, Nils only has about five inches. Joe's tongue is a bit over three when he stiffens it. He can literally fuck me with it.

"Just a minute, he wants to talk to you."

"Jonesy! Brother, you are into some weird shit! Where did you learn that?"

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Fuck, yeah! God, when Bev came on my tongue, the first time, I thought she'd wake the neighbors across the street. And I thought she pissed on me, but it smells different and didn't taste like piss smells, more like pussy when you lick it off your fingers."

"Yeah, I understand some women do that. Uh, so you're happy with Bev, and won't mind if I date Van?"

"Shit, no, man! Go for it! You two will be good for each other. Her mom looks hot, too. Her husband's been dead going on ten years, now. You might be able to score with her, too, the way you use your tongue.

"Oh, don't worry about me sharing your secret. Bev says when the girly grapevine starts cranking, I'll have girls lining up, waiting for me. I'm done sharing."

"Okay, Joe. Have fun, and kiss Bev's lady for me, one last time."

"Glad to, anytime."

When Joe hung up, I called Van and invited myself over. I sensed some hesitation, and asked, "Your mom?"

"Yeah. She didn't exactly read me the riot act this morning, but she let me know she knew..."

"What would you think about having her join us now and then?"

"James Jones! What the hell are you talking about?" she shouted, nearly puncturing my eardrum through the phone.

I told her about what had happened when I was leaving last night, and her mother's terms for being able to continue dating. I could feel her getting angry. "Don't get mad at her; think about it. Your dad has been gone for what, ten years. Has there been anyone else you know of? She's what, thirty eight, nine? Still a young woman, young enough to still have the drive, anyway. Shit, I hear my folks a couple of times a week, and your mom is the same age they are.

"And now, she's going to have to listen to two randy teenagers right next door. She'll thank us for inviting her to join us."

"We'll talk about it when you get here. Hurry! She works until seven tonight."

We were sitting watching TV when Marie, Van's mom, got home. We weren't aware of it, but the smell of sex hung heavily in the air. When she saw us, and smelled the air, her eyes brightened. Van got up and took the bags she was carrying. I took her coat, caressing her shoulders as I did so.

"You remember the deal?" she whispered. I bent down and kissed her neck in reply. She sucked in her breath, surprised at my boldness and by the response she felt in her lady. I led her to the couch and had her sit. I knelt and removed her shoes, then started massaging her feet and legs. Van had returned and settled herself in a chair across the room. She grinned as she saw her mom settle back, her eyes closed.

When I felt her relax, I let my hands move higher. Soon they were moving up the outside of her thighs. I could feel her tense up on each stroke toward her, and then relaxing as my hands moved to the top/front of her legs and back toward her knees. It didn't take long until her skirt was pushed up to reveal her panty covered mound.

When I bent down to place a kiss on the inside of her thigh, Van come to sit by her mother and hold her. As I placed a line of kisses up her thigh to her panties, Marie looked at her daughter. "Are you sure, sweetie? You don't mind?"

Van shook her head. "Just let it all happen, Momma. It's time for you to be a woman again." It was then that I placed my wide open mouth over Marie's mound and let out a long breath of air, flooding her vulva with an intense feeling of warmth which ratcheted up her arousal.

"Unngh!" she grunted and thrust her crotch into my face. I was waiting for it and grabbed her panties to pull down and off her hips. As soon they cleared her labial crease, my tongue was exploring her folds. "Omigod! Yesss!"

Van was busy unbuttoning her mother's shirt. Marie was just aware enough to choke out the word "Curtains." but it was enough. Van quickly drew the shades, so we didn't put on a show for the neighborhood.

My tongue was busy strumming Marie's clit, and exploring the inside of her love tunnel. Her hands were entangled in my hair, holding me tight against her as she kept thrusting her hips into me. It didn't take long for her to come. When she released me, I sat back on my heels. She smiled and said, "You are too good at that. Somebody had to teach you. Anybody I know?"

"A lady named Sarah."

She laughed. "God, I should have known!

"You guys go and enjoy yourselves, with my blessing. Stop and say goodnight when you leave, Jim. Van and I need to chat."

"You're not going any where. At least not without us, and I'm staying for breakfast."

"Wh..."

"Ready to join us, Ma?"

"Join you? What for? Why?"

I pushed my face and tongue back into her puss. Like it was a reflex, she opened her thighs to let me in. I pulled her hips to the edge of the couch and raised up on my knees to meet her. In a single stroke, my balls were dancing on her butt. "James! What are you...Oh God! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yesss! Oh, shit! Don't stop, please don't stop! Oh my, yesss! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh! Gawd! Van, I'm sorry! Forgive me! I didn't mean to...oh fuck! I'm coomming! Aieeee! Yesss! Yes! Yes!"

I erupted on her scream, each of my shots punctuated by one of her yeses. When I was done, I collapsed on her, my head resting on her boobs. She laid there, panting, recovering. When she caught her breath, she laughed and commented, "Sneaky way to cop a feel, kid."

Van and I laughed with her and I sat up, pulling out of her. I sat down on the other side from Van. She looked at both of us. "Are you both sure you're okay with this? Especially you, sweetie," she said, looking at her daughter.

"I don't think we'll get to the point of doing more than helping each other undress, Ma, but I don't have any problem with Jimmy and you. I was a little ticked when he told me about last night, but when he explained, and asked me how I'd feel in your position, I knew we'd do this

"We may not invite you in every time, but you'll always be welcome. And anytime you choose not to join us, Jimmy will hold to his agreement last night."

A tear spilled down Marie's cheek as she kissed her daughter, then turned to kiss her daughter's lover. "This is an awful moment to get practical, but it's the mom in me. What about contraception? Have you two even thought about it? Personally, I wouldn't care if you got pregnant, sweetie, I just don't want to give the neighbors anything to talk about." Van turned pale, thinking about all the times I had dumped a load of potential babies in her nursery.

"It's no problem, Mrs. H. I had mumps a couple of years ago, thanks to a visiting cousin. They went down on me and my sack swelled up to nearly the size of a soccer ball. A few months after everything returned to normal, the doc had me in for a sperm viability test. They aren't. Three samples a month apart. Not one live one. I'm shooting less than blanks."

Van let out a sigh of relief. Marie hugged me. "I'm sorry, Jimmy, you won't be a father some day, but," she smiled, "it is a lot better when you don't wear an overcoat."

She got up and looked at the clock. "It's only nine! My God. Well, I think I'll shower then go to bed and read a bit. You two need some time for yourselves, and I need some time to digest what has and might happen.

"Jimmy, thank you. My husband never recovered sufficiently from his wounds to be able to fully satisfy me. I've had more orgasms the last two days than in the last fifteen years, maybe longer." She came to give me a hug and I snuck a kiss with my tongue slipping in to greet hers.

When she started to return it, I picked her up by her ass and carried her to her room. Van followed us and when I put her mom down, started pulling her shirt off while I unzipped her skirt and pushed it over her hips. When her mom tried to stop Van, she explained, "Ma, we've been alone since about one o'clock, exploring each other and talking about this. Jimmy said last night you watched us, so tonight, I'm gonna watch you with him. And you can show me how to clean him up after. He says I bite."

"Kids!" she laughed. "I've forgotten how horny I could get at your age. I don't know how much I can teach you, sweetie. I wasn't any older than you when I got pregnant, and a few years later, your dad was off to war.

"Shit, Jimmy! What are you doing back there? Oh, uh, unh! I've never...your finger in there hurts and feels good at the same time. Unngh--no, too much!" Stupidly, I didn't listen and started to work another finger into her backside. "James! I said stop it!"

I continued to push. From out of nowhere, it seemed, a two by four hit the side of my head. "Goddam it! I said stop! Now, get your sorry ass out of here!" Marie's eyes were blazing with anger. Her face livid. She had her right arm raised, her hand ready to add to the ringing in my head her left had caused when she back-handed me.

I reached down to pull up my pants. "Now! " she screamed at me. I hobbled to the living room as fast as I could, wondering what the hell had happened. While I was tucking in my shirt, Van came out and told me her mom said to wait, she wanted to talk to me. I finished straightening my clothes and sat on the couch. Van came and sat by me.

"What happened?" I asked. She started to speak, then just shook her head and shrugged. A few moments later, Marie came out. She had changed to a sweater and jeans. She sat down in the chair across from us.

"I'm sorry I hit you, Jim. I shouldn't have done that. And I apologize for losing my temper. I'll try to explain that in a minute." she stopped speaking and looked at me, her eyes boring into mine. "What I'm about to say...There is no argument, no negotiation. You either accept it and live by it, or you'll never be welcome here again. Accept it, and what you and Van planned for tonight, with the three of us, will happen whenever you want it. Do you understand those conditions?"

"Yes, but..."

"I'm getting to that. There is only one simple rule, if you are doing something to either Van or me, and we tell you to stop, you stop it, immediately. Is that understood?" I nodded. "Is that understood?" she asked again, firmly.

"Yes, Ma'am. Stop whatever I'm doing you object to, immediately."

"Good." She heaved a huge sigh, and sat with her eyes closed for several seconds, a tear making its way down her cheek.

"When I was ten, one day I had to stay home from school, to help my mother. We lived on a farm my father had managed to rent from a businessman named Brady, in town. While I was busy in the basement, I heard him come in the kitchen and tell my mot her he was there for the rent, which was now two months late.

"My mother had recently had abdominal surgery, to remove a uterine cyst, and was still recovering. She hadn't been home a week. She explained to Mr. Brady they'd catch up the rent as soon as she could get back to work. He said that was fine, but she'd have to give him some interest on the back rent. She asked what interest, then I heard her tell him to stop, repeatedly. He'd just laugh when ever she said stop. When I got to the kitchen, I heard them in my parents bedroom, right off the kitchen. She was begging him to stop. He was saying 'just a little more,' then she screamed.

"I ran to the barn to get my father. Told him what I had heard. When he got to the kitchen, he grabbed the carving knife and kicked the door to his bedroom. Then I heard Mr. Brady scream. A minute later, Dad came out and told me to call the police.

"When Brady raped my mother, he tore open the interior stitches in her uterus. By the time my father arrived, he was raping a dead woman."

"I'm sorry, Marie. I had no..."

"It's not your fault. It was a long time ago and in a place far from here. Still, whenever someone has tried to pressure me, or ignore me when I asked them to stop, I heard my mother, screaming and I react like I did with you. I would have thought I was past it, but I guess not."

"Anyway," she said, standing up, "you're staying for breakfast? We'll need to make you up a bed on the couch. Oh, stop looking like a whipped dog. It's in case someone stops by before you two are up. Just muss it up like it's been slept in, and leave your shoes and shirt out here, but keep your pants handy, okay?"

I woke to the sound of giggles. "According to my stepmother, they all do it, every morning. Part of it is a need to pee, and the rest, I guess, is just being men." Then I felt a delicious damp warmth engulf the head of my dick. "Either cover your teeth with your lips, remember when you were a kid, imitating your grandad without his teeth, or just open your teeth as wide as you can and hold them like that."

Van pushed down my staff, her tongue working its way along the bottom. I felt my crown hit the back of her mouth, then she pulled back, sucking like it was a straw. I couldn't help it. I announced I was awake with a long deep moan. She pulled off me with a loud pop.

"Morning, sleepyhead," they chorused, then laughed. "Bread and butter," they said, still laughing. I felt their bodies on either side of me, hands battling for possession of Ol' Hank when I felt Marie straddle me.

"Honey, I promise you, this is the last time I'll invoke my parent's right of seniority, But I've been waiting for this all night." She moaned almost as deep as I had as she sank down Ol' Hank, enveloping him in hot, damp velvet. By the time she was done, I was a large bowl of melted gelatin. She leaned down and gave me a soft kiss. "Van will have you back in working condition soon, I'm sure.

"Thank you, Jim. I had almost forgotten how good that could feel. D'you want to stay for dinner?" I nodded, weakly. "I'll call your mother. Does she know about you and Van?"

I shook my head. "Until Friday, I was dating someone else. Actually, Van and I haven't even gone out, yet."

Marie smiled and shook her head. "Does Ellie know you're having sex with other girls?"

"She probably guessed about Sarah. She had a strange smile for me when I finally got home from that job."

Marie laughed. "Unless Sarah has changed a whole lot, she probably called and gave Ellie a blow by blow description, pun intended. So, she won't be totally surprised when I tell her what you're up to." She kissed me again, and left Van and me alone to explore each other some more.

**********

The Aftermath: PATTY

Of the four girls central to the elite clique, Patty was the least attractive physically, least pretty, and least attractive, from a personality standpoint. Except that her father was the wealthiest man in the county, there wasn't a lot to attract a guy. She was taller than Norah, but not as tall as Bev or Patsy, but she outweighed all of them. I could tell you she had a forty inch bust, which was true, but the attraction factor goes out the window when you learn her bra band size was 38. Do the math, they were A cups.

Patsy was flat out beautiful. She could have been a model when she turned twelve. Bev had a pretty, girl next door face. Both of them would cause men to stop and turn to watch anywhere on the planet. Norah, with her cherubic cheeks, was best described as cute. Patty didn't even make it that far on the scale. Not ugly, nor plain. Just not attractive.

Small, dark eyes, close together. Sort of a square, German peasant face, dark hair, in a squared off page boy style with bangs cut straight across the middle of her forehead, like that Sunday comic guy--Prince Valiant.

I hear you asking if she was so damn unattractive, why did he want to pork her so badly. I honest to fuck don't know. I hadn't been completely honest with Van when I described the incident with Patty when were kids. There wasn't any touching, but she did reach out like she wanted to, but I had a jock moment, and Ol' Hank started to grow. Patty's eyes got huge, and she said, out loud, but sort of to herself, "Teddy's didn't get big." The only Teddy I knew of was Ted, Jr., her older brother by two years.

She played alto sax in the concert band. The first day back after Christmas Break, she took her time putting her horn away, then came over to where I was stowing the kettledrums. She didn't waste any time. "Patsy said I need to talk to you about some initiation."

"Is that how she put it? Did she tell you anything else?"

"No, just it had to happen. What and how much was up to you. What's it all about, and why you?"

"Are you a virgin?" I asked, without any preamble. Something about her, a sort of bullying tone, was beginning to rub me the wrong way.

"How in hell is that in any way any of your business?" she demanded, her dark brown eyes reduced to slits in her face, her anger at the intrusive question obvious.

"It'll determine the sequence of events and how long it'll take. If you choose not to answer, then I'll assume you are and plan accordingly."

She took a deep breath, her eyes closed. I could see her force herself to relax. She wasn't entirely successful. She hissed, "Patsy told me she told you we all had sex with each others' boyfriends. So you know I'm no virgin!" she was barely whispering, but the venom in her voice amplified the message, if not the words: "asshole!"

"Three guys, four girls. Are you like the spare girl, for when one of the others has a headache or something?" it was a mean thing to say, but she had me totally pissed with her demanding attitude, like she was a general and I, a private in some kind of personal army.

Her mouth flew open, along with her eyes, in shock. Anger took over and she stalked off. The next day, Tuesday, I saw her in the library. I walked over an sat down across from her. "I'm sorry, Patty. That was a shitty thing to say. I don't know where it came from. If you can, excuse it, please. If you really want to go through that initiation, as the girls call it, I'll be glad to help you with it."

"Mmm, I guess I could have been nicer, asking instead of demanding information. But Patsy and Norah said you were mad at the group because of the way they treated your girl friend."

"Not the group, them. Not what they did, but their attitude--like no one else counted, just them, their opinion, their desire."

"Like me, yesterday," she said, softly. "So, what is this initiation?"

"To put it bluntly, you have to let me fuck you, all three holes, until I say you've passed. There's also some fun during foreplay. Until they got cute about Van, Patsy and Norah had to watch, but that's changed now."

Her face had gone white, her eyes and mouth wide open in surprise. Her mouth snapped shut, then she spoke, "There is no fucking way I'll agree to that. You're shitting me, aren't you? That's not real, it can't be! You didn't fuck Patsy, Norah and Bev in the can. I know Bev was still a total virgin in September when I left. There's no way she'd take a butt reaming this soon."




The Munch-a-Bet



"Well, that's what it is. Ask them. I'll be around if you want to go through it." I started to get up.

"If, and I emphasize if, you're telling the truth, where and when would this happen?"

"Well, I did Patsy and Norah's at Patsy's house, and Bev came over to my house one Saturday. This time of year, my parents are home from work around one, so I can't use my place. Yours?"

"No, my mom's always home. And Teddy, my brother, is home until the end of the month. What?"

"When you mentioned your brother's name, it reminded me of something you said that day."

"What day?"

"Don't tell me you don't remember. I've seen you looking at me sometimes."

"So what if I do? What did I say?"

"When I finished peeing, you reached to take hold of me, but it got stiff. Then you said, 'It got bigger. Teddy's didn't get bigger, just hard."

"I did not!"

"If you say so."

"You can't tell anyone else that story, please."

I looked down at her. She looked more vulnerable than I had ever seen her. Caught with her hand in the cookie jar vulnerable. On stage in front of a full house, and your dress falls off vulnerable, with holey underwear, yet.

"Eighth period, the foreign language classrooms are empty. Mrs. Clavell is covering study hall. Are you free?" She nodded. "Meet me there, we'll start this afternoon."

"With what?"

"Foreplay, what else?"

I don't know if Patty felt she was being forced or blackmailed into cooperating, but she didn't relax at all that first day. She wouldn't let me kiss her on the lips, so I was sucking on her dark red nippled muffins, while my hand explored a fairly dry set of labia.

We were in an unused classroom turned storeroom, behind some metal cupboards, sitting on a teacher's desk. "This'll go better if you can relax."

"I can't! I'm afraid someone will come in. D'you know what would happen if we're caught? My parents would have a shit fit that would make the atom bomb look like a firecracker. I don't go with anyone because they won't let me date. If they even suspected this, they'd freak out!"

"It's time to leave anyway. Same time tomorrow? Meanwhile, try to imagine having someone french kiss your pussy. Their tongues caressing your clit while their fingers explore your pussy and butt." As I described what would be happening the next day, Patty's cunt got all wet and she sort of slumped as her muscles relaxed.

"Are you really going to do that to me, what you just said.?"

"Maybe, if I can wake up your lady."

"She's awake now!"

"We don't have time now. The period ends in five minutes."

"Can we meet after school?"

"Tomorrow, Patty," I whispered, capturing her mouth and invading it with my tongue. "I've got to meet someone after school."

"Ooooh! Okay. You promise?"

"If we can, and if you get wet like this again," I said, pushing my hand up her skirt and into the side of her panties. My middle two fingers found their way into her sloppy center, while my index finger just reached to her rosebud. I ran it around and over the crinkle, causing her to start.

"Oh!" she giggled. "That sort of itches and tickles at the same time. Nobody's ever touched me there except, you know."

"Mmhmm. I plan on doing more than just touching it. See you tomorrow." I bent down and kissed her again. This time she responded, and returned it with her tongue.

The next afternoon, Patty was waiting for me in the storeroom. As I pulled the door closed, a movement at the end of the hall caught my eye, but, when I looked, I didn't see anyone. Patty was sitting on the desk, her panties already off, her skirt around her waist, her boobs out and waiting to be caressed.

While we exchanged our first kiss, she unfastened my belt and opened my fly. During the second, she pushed my jockeys down and completed the action she had started ten years ago. "Mmm, he feels so nice. Norah warned me you might be too big, but I think it'll be just right."

I was nibbling on her ruby-tipped mammas, just outside the nipple area. "Tell me about Teddy."

"You swear not to tell?" I nodded, drawing my tongue over the nipple I was working on. "Onnnnhn, god that's nice. A few weeks before that day, I was having a bath when he came in to use the bathroom. I guess he didn't know I was there. When he saw me, he got all embarrassed and his thingy just stood out straight from his balls."

By this time I was working on her other nipple. "Was he your first?"

"How'd you know? Shit, you just guessed, didn't you? Damn you and your tongue. Yes, when I was a freshman and he was a junior. He asked me if I'd do him a big favor and let him practice feeling up a girl. I didn't know what he meant. He said we would both learn something about dating."

"How many times?" I asked as my tongue snaked up the inside of her thigh.

"Oh, jeezus, that's so nice. How'd you learn this?"

"How many times?"

"Too many. I don't remember. A couple of times a week that year. My period got all screwed up that Spring and I was afraid I might be pregnant. I went to my mother and told her what was happening. Teddy was sent off to a residential school and I was grounded until I graduate, as far as boys go. Only group dates. Shit! What are you doing to me? Don't stop! Oh! Yesss! God! More! Please more fuck yes unh unh unh oh shit I'm commmmming!!!"

My tongue was as deep into her pussy as it would go. Her hips were thrusting onto my tongue so rapidly, they would have been a blur to anyone watching. We didn't realize it, but her ass bouncing off the desk was making the desk bounce, and that could be heard in the hallway.

I pulled out my tongue and replaced it with Ol' Hank as fast as I could, taking two strokes to hit bottom. Her eyes popped open and her mouth got ready to scream until I stuck my pussy coated tongue in it. She started treating it like a fresh fucked cock. My hips started doing what instinct told them to do, and in a few minutes I could feel her getting ready to come again. She didn't say anything, just tightened her arms around my shoulders; her legs, around my hips. When it happened, it felt like she was trying to push me through her, and all she did was whisper in a hissing voice "yessssssssssss."

She was squeezing me so tight, I couldn't move. I was just about to complain when we heard the door open. There wasn't any sound for nearly a minute, then the door closed.

I was pulling out of Patty and looked down to where we were joined. There was a trace of blood on my tool. I told her about it and asked if her period was due. "That's probably what it is. It 's a little early, but that happens to me sometimes, as I told you. Shit! That was a good time. You can kiss my pussy any time you want," she said, putting her arms around my neck. "How many times did you say it would take to complete my initiation, ten, twenty or something like that?" she asked, a sexy smile playing around her eyes and mouth.

"We'll see. I have some leeway with Van about this, but not free rein. Uh, this little hiccup, you should be over with it, when, Monday?"

She frowned, hurt flashing across her face. "Probably. Nothing we can do until it's over, huh? I know yesterday wasn't any good for you, or me, but I have to say, Jimmy, I think today was the best time I've ever had, and I've been with some guys older than you, a lot older."

I gave her a light kiss. "Thank you. It was good for me, too. Yeah, there's other stuff we could do, but we'd need showers before we could rejoin people." I smiled at her little frown. "Maybe someday. And don't worry, your stories about Ted are already forgotten."

"You should work for the government. If you were to question women spies, they couldn't keep any secrets from you, with that tongue."

"Bev says Joe's better, tongue's longer, like a baby dick."

"Oh, Christ! I'm done for."

"Maybe. Do you have tissues or something for the blood?"

She laughed. "Yeah, most women get in the habit of carrying a spare pad or tampon for emergencies." She reached up and caressed my cheek. "You are really sweet. I envy Van. If I thought I could, I'd try to coax you away, but I have a sense it wouldn't work, would it?"

I shook my head. "Nope. When Joe came to me about her initiation, and I saw her reaction, I knew it was wrong thing to do, and I wanted to protect her. And when we did get together...wow! It was even better than my very first time, which was fantastic." I pushed her toward the door.

"We have to run. You slip out first so it doesn't look like we were together."

As she left, I watched through the crack in the door--nothing. I stepped out and locked the door. When I turned the corner at the end of the hall, I glanced back. It looked like the door to Mrs. Clavel's room was closing.

**********

The Aftermath: CASSIE

Friday, I had to deliver some orchids to Patsy's mother and pick up some plans for work to start in the Spring. There was an early basketball game, so I didn't think I would run into Pat. When I arrived, Mrs Trowbridge was on the phone and had me step in while she finished up. I was carrying the potted plants, and set them down on a table in the hallway. Mrs. T. glanced out to look at my truck.

She finished her call quickly and came back into the hallway. "Oh, the orchids are beautiful!" She turned to look at me.

"I know you. Weren't you here to study with Patsy a few times last month?" I nodded. She looked at me intently, as if memorizing my face. "Yes, I can see him in you. You're Tom Jones' son, aren't you. How is he? Healthy as a horse, I imagine." I laughed and nodded. "Tell him Sandy, that is, Sandra said hello." She started for the door.

"Uh, Mrs. Trowbridge? The plans, I was supposed to pick them up."

"Of course, I'm sorry. They're in the den, this way," she said, indicating I was to follow. Something about her, and her name, kept knocking at my memory. As we turned into the den, the sun coming in the window highlighted her body, reminding me of a photograph Sarah had shown me.

"Cassie, you're Cassie!" I blurted out. She froze in her tracks. "You are, you're Cassie! Omigod! I saw pictures of you when you had just graduated. My god, but you were gorgeous!" I enthused. "I mean you're still beautiful, but..."

"Where did you hear that name? What pictures? Only one person ever called me that!" She was glaring at me, her eyes ablaze with anger.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I suppose in a small town, it's inevitable paths will cross, but as a kid, you don't really think about your folks being your age, doing things then that you're doing now."

She shook her head and took a deep breath and let it out, slow like. "How do you know Sarah, and how well do you know her and her husband?"

"Before he died, Aunt Sarah and Uncle Phil used to visit us two or three times a year, staying over; and Mom and Dad used to go visit them for long weekends a couple of times a year. Last summer, I went up and worked for her for a couple of months, landscaping her yard." She looked shocked.

"Phil died? When?"

"Just before Christmas, a year ago. Did you know him well?"

"Like you suggested, we were kids together. He was so young! How is Sarah? Earthy as ever, I bet." she smiled at some private memory. "She could be so, so, bawdy. I guess that's the polite way to put it."

"Well, she still enjoys hearing and telling dirty jokes, and she and Uncle Phil have a huge collection of dirty books."

"That sounds like them. I'm almost afraid to ask, did she have the pictures of me that you saw, and were they from the camping trip we girls took?" I nodded and grinned. "Then you saw all of us, all of all of us, as I recall. Damn! Who all was on that trip; there was me, Sarah, Ellie, your mom, Gina, Patty's mom, and that new girl, Marie. She'd been one of the group all year, but we still called her the new girl. There was a rumor about her dad, that he had killed a man."

"Marie Houlahan? She was the fifth woman? Sarah didn't remember her name. Of course, now I can see the resemblance."

"See the...you know her?"

"Yeah, I'm, uh, dating her daughter."

"Houlahan? She hasn't remarried? Does she know you know Sarah?"

"She guessed the second time we met." Cassie stood there, looking at me, considering. I used the time to return the examination. She was tall, taller than Patsy, at five-eleven. I guess willowy would best describe her, she was slim, but not at all skinny, with a nicely proportioned bust. Thinking back, I'd guess a generous B-cup. At the time, her hair was blonde, but according to the black and white photos I had seen, she was naturally a brunette.

She broke in on my examination, "Knowing Sarah, you probably got an extended course in pleasuring your partner in making love, right? You needn't answer, I can see it in your face. And Marie somehow discovered that?"

"She saw me with Van. When I was leaving, she made a deal. Whenever Van and I have sex at her home, I have to pleasure Marie with my mouth. She said she didn't think boys knew about that, and asked who had taught me. When she said she knew Mom and Dad, I figured she would know who I meant when I said Sarah."

"Close the door and come here." She started unbuttoning her blouse as she came to meet me. "I'm going to trust you to be discreet about this. If you can be, it won't be a one time thing. I'll try to supplement your education in pleasuring your partners, building on what Sarah has taught you, and I'm sure, what she will offer to teach you in the future. If she kept you there for two months, you must have shown some ability and promise."

Her breasts were beautiful, cone shaped, topped with milk chocolate colored puffy nipples. She dropped her skirt to reveal white, satiny panties, behind which I could see the dark shadow of her thatch, reminding me of the photos I had seen.

She laid down on the couch, opening herself in invitation. "Show me what you've learned. See how quickly you can make me climax. And how often, any way you can." I knelt beside her, and bent down to claim a kiss. It started gently, and rapidly built in passion. When we separated, she panted, "you pass the first test. Most men just dive into the pussy when they get those instructions."

I spent some time worshiping at her twin temples and then created a kiss highway from her beautiful twins, past her navel and through her thatch. Four times my tongue drove her up to and over the precipice of pleasure before I unleashed Ol' Hank. He had taken her there twice and we were well on the way to number three. I was racing toward a major cum explosion and had just started jettisoning my load when I heard the door open.

Not a word was said. In less than a minute, I felt a nude body riding my back, kissing Cassie. Cassie's eyes flew open, terror written on her face until she saw Patsy smiling down at her.

"He's great, isn't he?" Patsy asked, grinning widely.

"Oh, Yes! I take it you've had the pleasure."

"And the pain. The last time, I thought he was going to rip my ass open."

"And I thought you were up there studying all that time."

"We did study, just not always what was assigned. Right, Jonesy?" she said leaning in for a kiss. I returned it, then started to pull my clothes together.

"Is that all I get?" Patsy pouted.

"Do you have to go? Just a little longer," Cassie urged.

"Well, there is something I've been curious about. Sarah showed me a photograph, from one of her books, of a man with two women. Patsy, get on your knees, between your mom's legs. Okay, now put your right leg outside of her left leg. Both of you, spread your pussy lips, so your clits are exposed.

"Okay, Patsy, move your left leg tight into your mom's pussy, and lower yourself so your pussy is tight against her. Get as close as you can. Okay? Ready?" I got on my feet behind Patsy. My cock was still wet with Cassie's juices. I spit on Patsy's crinkly hole and rubbed it in.

"Jonesy! Not like last time!"

"No, love, more like the first time." I could feel her relax, and gently pushed my way into her ass. When I was about half way in, I started the in and out motion. Soon both women were starting to exhibit ragged breathing. Patsy was slightly ahead of her mother in getting to her climax. "Motherfucker," she screamed and started humping back against me. Her leg stayed in contact with Cassie's cunt, whose explosion followed almost immediately.

It only took me a few more strokes before my clam sauce was bathing Patsy's gut.

I pulled out and found sitting space on the couch. Patsy turned around and sat on my lap. "Maybe it is a good thing you don't come around any more. I could get addicted to you and your cock. Thank you for a new experience, one I'm going to keep to myself, well, and my mom. That was wild." We did the lovers' oral ballet and she limped out of the den, still nude.

Cassie sat up and turned to sit beside me. "She's right. You could be addictive. After this afternoon, I'm not sure who taught who. I'm going to hang onto the plans a few more days. When you come back for them, I want you to introduce me to anal sex. Watching you screw my daughter that way was a real turn on. If she's here when you come, she can be on the bottom.

"Are you okay? Let me get some tissue to clean you off." When she had wiped off the mucous and shit, she bent down and swallowed Ol' Hank, at his smallest. Her head flew back like somebody had her on a chain. She let him go, laughing. "My god, a jet propelled cock! I've never seen such a rapid erection. Much as I'd like you to stay so I can play with it, you better be going. Come back Monday, for the plans," she smiled.

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The Aftermath: TEACHERS

I had English class with Mrs. Clavel second period. At the end, as I was picking up my books, she called my name, "James, James Jones. May I speak to you a moment?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Is something wrong?"

"I don't know. Can you come to see me here, after school today?"

"Will it take long? I have a bunch of deliveries to get done by four thirty."

"Tomorrow, then?"

"No problem. Right after school?"

"Are you free eighth period? We could get started then, so you wouldn't miss as much work."

"Uh, yeah. That'll be fine. What's it about?"

"I need to get some student reaction to a new extracurricular activity. And I'm pretty sure it's one you'd be interested in."

Monday afternoon with Cassie and Patsy had to be postponed. Patsy's dad, the Senator, was back in town for the whole week, consulting with his constituents. When I stopped by for the plans that afternoon, both of the ladies were in a foul mood. Patsy apologized for not letting me know in school.

"His girlfriend's husband must be back from his trip to Europe. That's usually the only reason he comes home. I'll let you know when he goes back to Capitol City. Until then, I can only have girls over," she scowled, then brightened, "but you've shown me a couple of ways to get around that. Maybe, I'll invite my mother up for tea and a chat some afternoon, while he's out meeting with his constituents."

Tuesday, eighth period, I signed into and out of study hall and made my way to Mrs. Clavel's room. When I walked in, she was waiting there, along with Mrs. Gabrielli, the foreign language teacher, Ms Hobart, Math, and Ms Arnold, Sciences; the entire female faculty under the age of forty-five.

Mrs. Clavel saw me hesitate at the door. "Ah, Jim. Come in. If you would, please, close and lock the door so we aren't disturbed. Come, sit here," she said, pointing to a side chair by the desk.

Both Mrs Clavel and Mrs Gabrielli were my parents' age, forty or forty-one, married to men fifteen or seventeen years their senior. The four had started at Argent the same year. Naturally, all single, they gravitated to each other socially, and celebrated a double wedding at the end of the year. The two single women, both in their mid-twenties, had both started the year before, and had roomed together. If they had any social (i.e., sex) life, it must have been on their trips to the City every six or eight weeks, because there weren't that many single men close to their age. I was probably the closest to them, in age, of any single man in the county, and they were at least five years older than I was.