****** A Small Circle of Friends by Fatwilly12 ******
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A Small Circle of Friends


Chapter 1

After Sam died, his wife and daughter went through a period of self-imposed
seclusion. During this period I saw very little of them, but made myself
available to assist in any way I could. Sally immersed herself in her job and
Julie went to the local junior college, and worked part time. Sam's insurance
was more than adequate to provide for their basic needs, but Sally insisted on
working, as an outlet for her energies, and as therapy. Julie just wanted the
experience she could gain by working, plus having a little money of her own.

Sally was about my age, late thirties, and Julie was nineteen. They did not
resemble each other, but were both stunning in their own right. Sally had dark
brown hair with attractive gray highlights, and crowned a body that had always
made me feel guilty for my thoughts, when I used to be with Sam and Sally. Her
figure was full, but not heavy at all. She was active enough to keep in shape
and always wore clothes that complimented her body without flaunting it. Julie
was slimmer than her mother, taking after her father's lankiness. Her hair was
auburn, setting off her fine featured face quite well. Now having well-
developed breasts that stood out boldly, she had been a gangly kid. I had
watched her grow up and fill out with an uneasy feeling in my groin. At eleven,
Julie and I would wrestle around on the lawn when our families got together,
but as I began to notice her budding womanhood, I started keeping my distance,
lest I be thought a "dirty old man." I still looked, intently, but refrained
from touching.

I had met Sam, Sally, and Julie when my wife and I had moved into the house
across the street from them. We were not newlyweds, and definitely didn't act
like it, but we had struck up a social relationship with Sam and Sally. About
the time I turned thirty-four, my wife divorced me, leaving me the house and
moving to another state. I know it seems odd: the husband getting the house,
but I found out she had re-ignited the flame with a former lover, and decided
she would rather with him. And rather than try to stir up trouble, I had agreed
to the divorce, in exchange for the house and no alimony.

During the first painful months, I was frequently in the company of Sam and
Sally, and I occasionally became Julie's "date" when they went out as a family.
Julie was then in her early teens and thought I had stopped caring for her,
since I wouldn't wrestle with her. I tried to explain that I liked her just as
much as I ever had, but an adult does not wrestle with a young lady, without
raising a few eyebrows. I'm not sure she fully understood, but she always gave
me a big hug and a kiss whenever I met her. This show of affection always
flustered me, not because I was embarrassed by affection, but because I had to
detach my mind from my lower extremities. When Sam had been gone six months, I
ran into Julie at the mall. Seeing me, her face brightened and, running up to
me, gave me a hug and a kiss. I know her girlfriends did not approve, since
such displays of affection with adults, in public, was frowned upon by her
group. But Julie didn't care. She introduced me to her friends and said she and
her mother would like me over for dinner on Sunday. I accepted, but guessed her
mother didn't know about me coming over, yet.

Sunday found me walking across the street around four in the afternoon, not
really knowing what time to show up, but remembering they used to eat about
that time. Julie answered the door, and after I entered and she shut the door,
gave me a hug as usual, but this time she made a point of kissing me. Not just
a peck, but a full lipped, intense kiss, which started things stirring down
below. Flushed and breathless as she pulled away, an impish grin played across
her face. Grabbing my hand, she dragged me into the kitchen where Sally was
putting the final touches on the meal.

"I must be too early."

"No, you're not. I'm just out of practice preparing dinner for guests, and I'm
a little behind schedule."

Coming up to me, Sally gave me a hug and a light brush of her lips on my cheek.
"Thank you for being there for Julie and I over the past six months. It was
very comforting to know, in case we needed you."

She seemed a little tense, and tried to hide the fact that her nipples were
erect and visible through her blouse. I thought she was also out of practice
hugging men. I had fleeting ideas of trying to console her in more personal and
physical ways, but put it out of my mind as an improper thought. Sam had been a
good friend, and though I used to ogle his wife, I had never had immediate
designs on her.

Dinner was rather subdued. Sally attempted to keep conversation light and I
tried not to bring up any reference to Sam. We made small talk about her job,
my job, Julie's job and school, and some of the movies we had seen recently. It
was difficult keeping the idle chatter going, and there were a number of
awkward silences. About the time dinner ended, Sally excused herself to go
upstairs.

"Take your time Mom. We'll clear off the table and be in the family room
watching television."

While cleaning up, Julie kept up a running monologue, but lost no opportunity
to push herself against me. She made it seem innocent or accidental at first,
but after the tenth time it became pretty obvious. She ended up instigating a
wrestling match "like the old days." But it wasn't. In the old days I had been
wrestling a tomboy with a flat chest. Now I had a sensual woman with a nice
curvy body and a pair of tits that wouldn't quit. It became quickly apparent
Julie was not wearing a bra under her top. The struggle spilled over into the
family room, where she managed to make us fall to the carpeted floor. Once on
the carpet, she struggled to sit astride my body with my arms down to my sides
and her skirt up around her hips, where I had a full view of her bikini panties
and the darkness of her pubic hair through the thin fabric. I would have liked
to lay there for an hour or so, just looking up between her thighs, but she
called me a dirty old man and started to tickle me. By arching my back
suddenly, I tried to buck her off, but I just managed to buck her "up." She
came down with her crotch up against my chin. I had a good opportunity to feel
the dampness of her panties and smell the lovely, sweet aroma of her pussy. I
wanted, so much, to start nuzzling her muff right through her panties, but was
concerned about what her reaction might be, and the possibility of getting
caught by Sally. Abruptly rolling over, I managed to extricate myself, and
regained my feet.

"Don't quit now, you almost had me." She put the emphasis on the last two
words.

"I should go up and check on your Mom. Then I have some work I need to get out
of the way at home."

She put on a pout. "Are you leaving without kissing me good-bye?"

I went back to where she now stood and bent down to give her a peck, but she
threw her arms around my middle.

"I'm not letting you go unless you give me a "proper" kiss."

By this time I was so inflamed I wrapped my arms around her and mashed my lips
against hers. She opened her mouth under mine and invited my tongue to enter.
As I probed her mouth and sparred with her tongue, my hands were all over her
back and ass, clutching and squeezing. I finally had to pull my mouth off hers
and back away.

"I'm sorry Julie. I shouldn't have done that."

"You're a tease, and a spoilsport," she called after me, as I walked quickly
toward the stairway.

"I'll just look in on your mother and say good-bye."

Climbing the steps to the second floor, trying to adjust my clothes so my hard-
on wouldn't show, I went down the hallway to the master bedroom. The door was
open a couple of inches, but I knocked on the frame and called out to Sally.

"Come in."

She was lying on the bed with a robe on. It was apparent she had been crying,
her eyes red and puffy. She was still sniffling, so I felt to try comforting
her as I sat on the edge of the bed and patted her shoulder.

"It will take time to accept the fact Sam is gone." I couldn't believe I was
mouthing such inane clichés, not helping one bit.

"I have already accepted Sam's going. But he had certain, uh, skills I'm not
quite willing to do without. You see Paul, Sam was a master cocksman. He didn't
have a huge member, but he sure knew how to use what he had."

By this time, she had raised herself up on one elbow, causing her robe to fall
open at the top, revealing a good portion of her right breast. I couldn't help
noticing, and my pants started getting tight in the crotch.

Sally continued, looking directly into my eyes. "I noticed a few times in the
past, you were trying to get a peek at me without Sam noticing it. If Sam
hadn't been keeping me satisfied, I would have made a try for you, even before
the divorce. About a month after Sam died, I started thinking about you. I
wondered how you were satisfying yourself without a wife. I started having
erotic dreams about you, and when you came up to me today and hugged me, I got
excited and my nipples went hard, just like you are right now."

She ran her hand up my leg and gave my hard-on a squeeze. My right hand, which
had been patting her on the shoulder, slipped down and slid inside of her robe
to cup her breast, which elicited a moan from Sally. Next, I stood and reversed
my stance so I could lie on the bed beside her. We became interlocked in each
others' embrace, and had a long session of hot kissing, while we fondled each
other. Breaking the clutch by mutual consent, we both began undressing. It was
easy for Sally, since she had only a pair of panties on under the robe. By the
time I finished, she had pulled back the covers on the bed and was lying there
watching me. I was a little self-conscious, but my passion blocked out most of
this. I walked to the bed with my rampant, bobbing cock pointing the way.

As I lay down beside her, we came easily and naturally into each others arms
with no hint of awkwardness. It was as though we had done this many times. Both
of us were too long without a sex partner, so we did not spend a great deal of
time with foreplay. As I entered Sally's molten cunt, I was not prepared for
her extreme passion, nor her ability to have multiple orgasms. My ex-wife had
very few, that I knew of, during our marriage. Sally had at least three, while
I stroked slow and deep with my rock-hard cock, and she could control her
vaginal muscles very well, so she could set up a rippling motion inside of her
that literally sucked my dick. Her body was very firm and her tits were
luscious to feel and to taste.

We spent about forty-five minutes doing what our long pent-up desires dictated.
At the end of that time, we decided we were sated enough to stop, for the time
being. We cleaned up by taking a quick shower, and I dressed as neatly as
possible, kissed Sally good-bye, and tried to get out of the house without
Julie seeing me. Fat chance!

Crossing the foyer, from the stairs to the door, I was startled, but not
surprised, as Julie stepped out of the family room and snagged me. She asked me
if her mother and I had had a good "talk." I replied we had, but she noticed my
damp hair, and remarked that it looked like "verbal" was not the only type of
intercourse we had been engaged in. I guess the sheepish look on my face, and
my lack of protestation was enough to tell her what she wanted to know. She was
calm in her acceptance of the fact her mother and I had just finished balling
each other. She also made the observation that her mother probably needed some
release. She looked at me then, and said, "I'm next. Mom isn't the only one in
this family that needs a little loving, but I'll give you some time to
recharge."

She then pulled my head down and gave me a deep, long French kiss. She didn't
realize it, but her kiss was enough to give me a quick charge on my batteries.
I made no commitments, but said "so long," and left, not realizing Sally saw
the entire exchange from the top of the stairs.

Things went normally for two days, then Sally came over one evening to see me.
We tried to act nonchalant about everything, but when we got within a few feet
of one another, we ended up in each other's arms like a couple of teenagers. We
made out for a while, then started petting, and gradually decided it would be
more comfortable in the bedroom. We ended up screwing each other's brains out.
We never made any commitment, or said we would restrict our "activities" to
just each other. It was just left open. This was good, as things turned out.

On the Thursday after my first lovemaking with Sally, I was at home in the
morning, since I work part-time at home, and the telephone rang. It was Julie.
She said she was doing yard work that had been neglected since her father's
death. She was having trouble trimming a tree, and she noticed that my car was
in the drive. Would I please come over and help her with the higher branches? I
said I'd be glad to help and would be right over. When I walked into her back
yard, I saw Julie up on a ladder, under a tree. She had on a short skirt and a
cutoff tank top that ended a couple of inches below her breasts.

"Hi, Julie. You can get down now. I'll do the rest of the cutting."

"Let me finish cutting this one limb, but would you please hold the ladder for
me, it's a little wobbly."

Walking up to her, she flashed me a smile full of the devil. I soon understood
why. As I reached the ladder, took hold of it to steady it, and looked up to
see what she was doing, I saw what she had been up to. Julie had managed to
leave both her bra and her panties off. I had a front row seat to gaze up at
her pussy and luscious tits. She commenced sawing the branch, which made her
boobs sway rather nicely and her ass to wiggle. It was a definite turn-on.

When the branch fell to the ground, Julie dropped the saw and asked me to help
her down. I reached up for her and my hands slid under her tank top and
"managed" to brush her tits as they made their way to her armpits. She came
down off the ladder and my erection hiked her skirt up in front. Thank goodness
for the mania for privacy in the back yards. Feeling I should tell Julie to
knock off the seduction tactics, I only managed to hold her in my arms and kiss
her. After a long passionate kiss we broke apart, and she said her turn had
finally arrived and she wouldn't take "no" for an answer. I wasn't feeling like
a "no" today. We were alone, in the mood, and she was of legal age. I figured I
would worry about explaining this to Sally...later. We walked into the house
arm in arm. I didn't really feel too guilty and she looked like she had just
caught the brass ring. Julie took me up to her bedroom. It had changed since
the last time I had been there. At that time, she had pictures of horses on the
walls and she had dragged me up there to look at her insect collection. Now it
had the contemporary appearance of a young woman who was gaining an interest in
fine art and conservative decor. When we were both in the room, she closed the
door and locked it.

"That's to ensure our privacy and to keep you from escaping."

She came over to me, unbuttoned my shirt, and took it off. Taking off her top
in an easy cross arm motion that seems so natural and graceful for a woman, I
couldn't help but stare. Her tits were magnificent. They were about the size of
medium cantaloupes with aureoles about the size of a quarter and the shade of a
chocolate shake. This was not much darker than her tan, which almost totally
covered her breasts. She let me have a long look at them and then suggested we
take a shower, since she was a little hot from working in the yard.

After undressing, (I didn't take my eyes off her the whole time) we went into
the bathroom off her room. She started the shower and we stepped in.. Now that
we were in closer proximity to each other, I could no longer resist touching
her. She didn't mind. I soaped her body up and rinsed it off, taking my time to
explore all the hills and valleys as I went. She did the same for me, spending
an extra amount of time and attention to my prick as I had done to her tits.
When we stepped out of the shower, she handed me a towel.

When we completed drying each other off, I picked her up and carried her to the
bed. It was a twin size and we pulled the covers clear to the foot of it.
Laying her down on the bed, I crawled in to lay down beside her. We kissed,
lightly at first and then with increasing passion. Kissing her face and neck, I
worked my way across her shoulders and down to her breasts. I took each breast
in turn and kissed my way around the entire circumference of it, finally ending
up at the nipple. The nipple had become erect before I reached it, so I gently
took it between my lips and sucked on it, starting at the very tip, but slowly
sucking in more of it until I had even the aureole in my mouth. Julie was lying
with her arms stretched out and up alongside her head, and she was sighing and
moaning.

When I had finished sucking on her breasts, I worked my way down her stomach
and across her hips. Then I worked my way down one leg on the outside and back
up on the inside, until I was about four inches from her muff, then I did the
other leg. Finally, I was ready to go for the gold. I started working up the
inside of her thighs again and she spread her legs wider, in anticipation of my
need for greater access. When I reached her pussy, I put my tongue out and ran
it up the crease between her leg joint and cunt. I did this to both sides.
Then, I licked between her outer and inner lips and ended up at her clitoris.
Julie was whimpering by now and throwing her head from side to side. I licked,
gently, around her clit and teased it with my tongue. It was not large, but it
was unsheathed from the folds of the labia. I gently pursed my lips and sucked
on Julie's love button. She reacted immediately. She let out a squeal and
bucked her hips against my mouth, her hands went to my head as she pulled me up
tightly to her, lifting her ass off the bed and arching her back. I tried to
maintain a rhythmic sucking on her clit and she soon went wild with an orgasm.
Her bucking increased and her shrieks and gasps became an erotic aria. As
Julie's orgasm wound down, she lay back on the bed and sighed. She smiled down
at me as though I had just given her relief from a great pain.. I decided to
clean up down below, so I began licking up her spendings from around her pussy.
Julie squirmed around and whimpered as I performed my ablutions. When I reached
the entrance to her vagina, I inserted my tongue. It went in about a half-inch
and then met an obstruction. Puzzled, I spread her lips and looked up into her
cunt.

I could not believe what I saw. I looked up at her face and she was smiling.
"Yes, Paul, I'm still a virgin. I have been saving my cherry for you. I
promised myself, when I was thirteen, that I would grow up and I would get you
to divorce your wife and marry me. Later, when I realized the age difference
would make it difficult for you to marry me, I vowed that I would at least get
you to be my first lover."

Having gone out on many dates, she had to fight the boys off, getting them to
settle for a hand- or blow-job. Mostly, she just went out with boys once or
twice, so they would not expect sex. I felt like bawling. I had never had
someone think so much of me. At the same time, I felt like a heel, taking
advantage of her adolescent infatuation. I told myself that it was best if I
honored her, by taking the proffered gift in the same spirit in which it was
given. I would make this a solemn occasion and I would take care to do it as
painlessly as possible.

Crawling back up, to lay beside her, I cradled her tenderly in my arms and
thanked her for the honor she was giving me, and explaining I would be as
gentle as I could. She said she had always known I would. She was well
lubricated, so I put a pillow under her hips and positioned myself between her
thighs, as she lay relaxed and waiting. I was a nervous wreck. I placed the
head of my cock between her pussy-lips and smeared some of her juices on it. I
then brought it to the mark and gave a slight shove. The head lodged itself in
her cunt and Julie winced a little. I pushed a little more and she suddenly
lunged upward to meet my thrust. I was about half-way in. Julie looked a little
scared, so I stopped my pressure against her and just let it soak. I asked if
she was all right and she gave me a nod. As I knelt between her legs, she
started a slow rocking motion, which started my prick slipping in and out a
little bit. I held still and let her control the movement, since she knew how
much pain she could take. She slowly increased the tempo and depth of stroke
until she was working me deeper and deeper into her cunt. After about five
minutes, I was working my entire shaft into her and she was rolling her eyes
behind closed eyelids and her breathing was in short fast gasps. You could see
that she was getting full enjoyment out of the thrusts. I started meeting her
strokes, so she relaxed and let me do the movement. She began whimpering again
and she ran her hands up my sides, over my chest, across my shoulders, down my
back and then grabbed my ass and helped in the thrusts. We were both building
to a climax and I hoped that I could hold out until she came. Suddenly, her
eyelids flew open and she stared wide-eyed at me for a split second, then she
screwed them tightly shut again and growled through clenched teeth, "Oh! Shit!"

She then bucked up against my strokes and screamed. I kept up my thrusts and
her spasming cunt, with its rhythmic clutching of my cock, triggered my orgasm
as I shot my come far up into her pussy.

Continuing my strokes until Julie's moans and sighs slowed, I then drove my
prick to the hilt, into her cunt and sank down on her beautiful chest. Her eyes
fluttered open, and when they could focus, she smiled at me and brought her
mouth up to me for kissing. I gave her a long, tender tonguing and then pulled
back.

"Well?" I said. "Did the actual act measure up to your expectations and do you
consider it worth the wait?"

She gave me a lazy, sleepy smile and said, "It far surpassed my wildest
imaginings. Let's fuck again."

I told her we should rest a little, warning that she may be a little tender for
a couple of days and maybe sore in muscles that she hasn't used until now, but
she was still willing.

I rolled over and pulled her on top of me without letting my dick slip out. As
we lay there I felt our combined juices running down my sides and over my
balls. Julie acted like a kid with a new toy. Refusing to let me withdraw, she
kept a steady rhythm of cunt squeezing on my cock in order to keep it hard.
Pretty soon she began riding up and down on my pole, which helped, further, to
keep it rigid. As she did this, I was busy fondling her gorgeous boobs and
giving their tips a tongue bath and a sucking. Julie liked to get into her work
and pretty soon she had bounced her way to another orgasm. She collapsed onto
my chest and soon fell asleep, as did I. I awoke with a start, wondering what
time it was. I was relieved to find it was only one o'clock, but my movements
awakened Julie. She was still lying on my chest, but my penis had softened and
slipped out. She opened her eyes and gave me another sleepy smile and kiss. She
stretched like a cat and rolled off of me. She lay on her side, with her arm
draped across my chest and stomach, looking at me. I felt her gaze on me and
turned my head to look into her eyes.

"I've just been daydreaming. I was thinking about how we could be doing this
anytime we wanted to, as man and wife."

I grinned at her. "We could still do it almost anytime we wanted, without
getting married."

Her face lit up. "You're right! We can."

Snuggling up next to me, she began working her way down my stomach. Finding my
soft, wrinkled penis she felt all the stickiness of it, sat up and looked at
it, then felt her cunt. "Boy! We sure are messy."

Bounding out of bed, and telling me not to move, she dashed into the bathroom,
and I heard the water running. Soon she came back with two wash cloths and a
towel. She washed my whole groin area, rinsed it with the other wash cloth, and
then wiped it dry with the towel. Taking the linen back into the bathroom, she
rushed back to bed.

"I don't want you to get any ideas about leaving yet."

With that, she started kissing me all over the face and neck, then she worked
down my chest, across my stomach and ended up at my crotch. Starting out with a
soft prick, by the time she reached my dick, I was partially hard, and then she
put her lips over my cock and sucked it all up into her luscious, wet mouth. It
was no wonder her dates had settled for head, since she had developed it into a
fine art. She sucked me like I had never been sucked before. I was steel stiff
and moaning within five minutes, but with my recent exertions, I was not ready
to come. Julie didn't mind this at all. She pulled me up off the bed and she
then leaned over, placed her hands on the bed and wiggled her ass at me. The
invitation was clear.

Approaching her from behind, and placing my hands on her hips, pulled us
together and placed my cock-head at the opening of her cunt. Giving a slight
push, and despite a small sound of pain, she pushed back on my prick, allowing
it to slip up to the roots in her tight box. I built my strokes up from a slow,
shallow insertion, to deep, rapid piston-blows. Julie's breathing became
labored and ragged and her knees almost buckled, but I kept up the pace until
she cried out in ecstasy and I shot my wad into her throbbing, waiting snatch.
She stayed on her feet, with her ass in the air, only with my assistance.

Finally, I let her body go forward onto the bed, and I pulled her up until her
head rested on the pillow, then I laid beside her. You could tell that she was
totally relaxed, and the smile on her face, hopefully, told me that she was
satisfied at last. I was pooped and my prick was petered-out. Julie, with that
"fresh-fucked" glow about her, drifted off to sleep. In order to allow her to
sleep and to give myself time to recuperate, I eased off the bed, grabbed my
clothes, unlocked the door, and quietly left, closing the door behind me. I
hoped she would awaken in time to clean up and dress before her mother got
home. I was a little afraid of what her mother would say if she found out that
I had taken it upon myself to service the whole family. Of course, we didn't
hold exclusive rights to each other, and her daughter was an adult. Or was I
just rationalizing? Either way, I was not about to be the first one to broach
the subject.

Going home, I showered, dressed, and had accomplished about half of the work I
should have, when the door bell rang. I was a little apprehensive about
answering the door. I had horrors of it being Sally with a gun to shoot my
balls off for "balling" her young daughter. I opened the door and almost
fainted. There was Sally, no gun in sight, but with a very intent look on her
face. I asked her in and we went into the living room. She came into my arms
and we kissed. That kiss, believe it or not, was enough to start my member
swelling and I let out a groan of pain, which I hoped she would take for a
groan of passion. This could become dangerous to my health. The mother and
daughter were out to fuck me to death.

Sally and I made out for a few minutes, hugging and nuzzling, before sitting
down on the sofa together. She looked at me with a serious expression on her
face and I thought, "Oh, oh! Here it comes..."

"I came home this evening, and found Julie asleep in her bed, stark-assed
naked, with cum still oozing out of her pussy. This, in itself, did not concern
me, but I found a handkerchief on the floor, with your initials. Have you been
screwing my daughter this afternoon?"

The question sounded like it had just been asked by the prosecutor in a capital
murder case. I swallowed hard and looked her in eye. "Yes, truthfully, I have,
but let me explain..."

Sally let out a sigh of relief and said, "Thank You." It took a while for it to
register. I just stood there, waiting for the ax to fall. Finally, all my
education and experience came to my rescue.

"What?" I managed to get out - two octaves higher than I meant.

Sally began to explain...


Chapter 2

Sally had been raised in a very strict home, where the girls were chaperoned
everywhere they went. Up to the time she was seventeen, the only sex
experimentation she had indulged in, was when her older sister, who slept with
her, taught her how to finger each other to orgasm. This incident lit a fire
between her legs, and Sally discovered she was very highly sexed, but there was
no release. She even considered seducing her brothers, who were the girls'
constant companions, but until the beginning of the summer, she was never alone
with one of them long enough to get the job done. She had coaxed one into
putting his hand down her panties and she had felt his dick, but they never had
enough privacy to complete the act.. She was frustrated beyond measure.

Her older sister, Anne, married one of the local boys and, after a short
"honeymoon," discussed married life with Sally. Her sister was quite
disappointed. On their wedding night, her husband had been a little drunk and
he just mounted roughly, between her legs, and rammed it in, not caring if she
were a virgin or not. It had been a painful experience for Sally's sister and
she had avoided a repeat performance as often as she could. Sally had had
thoughts of getting Anne to let her stay over and, after the lights went out,
change places with her sister, so she could have a cock stuffed up her twat.
The way Anne told it, though, Sally had second thoughts. She just had to be
contented with nightly, or more often, masturbation. It by no means assuaged
the heat of her loins.

The summer of her seventeenth year, just before school let out, was a turning
point in her sex life. It began, when she met a young man, who was a cousin of
one of her girlfriends. He had come to work that summer on the girl's farm. He
was a handsome man and Sally was told by her friend, Ruth, that he took
pleasure in making love in a prolonged manner. Her friend had first-hand
knowledge of her cousin. She had been fifteen when she went to help out at one
of her aunt's, while the aunt had a baby. This particular cousin had
entertained her in the hayloft. She was a virgin, but he had taken such care to
prepare her for the first penetration, that there had been nothing but
pleasure. He had fucked her a dozen times while she was there and she never
regretted a single time. Now he was at her farm, and he had learned quite a bit
more about making love. Sally was dripping wet by the time Ruth had finished
telling her these things. Sally decided that the time had come. She had had
Ruth stay with her a couple of times and Sally had been allowed to go over to
Ruth's home. So, Sally talked Ruth into inviting her for an overnight stay.
Sally's parents gave permission, but made her solemnly promise that she would
not leave the farm. Sally had never given a promise with such fervency before.

That night, at Ruth's family dinner table, Sally was introduced to the cousin.
Sam was his name and he was a tall, lanky young man with a deep tan. He nodded
to her when they were introduced, and Sally could feel his eyes undress her.
She was a healthy teenager, with well developed tits and the swelling hips of
the nubile country lass that she was. When Sam looked at her, she felt the
lubrication run out of her pussy.

After dinner there were still chores to be done, so Sally followed Ruth out to
the hen house and barn, on the pretext of helping. In the barn she encountered
Sam. He had gone there to pitch hay out of the loft for the cattle. Sally could
not resist the temptation of climbing to the loft. He greeted her and helped
her up into the hay. Her dress had hiked up to reveal a good portion of her
thigh, but Sally made no attempt to pull it down. He sat down beside her and
made small talk. Sally found out that Sam was Twenty-two and he worked summers
at whichever family farm could use him. During the rest of the year, he went to
college. He was working toward a degree in Business Administration. Although
his roots were in farming, he wanted to get away from it and make a better life
for himself.

Sitting there, beside Sam, Sally heard all these things, but all she could
think about was having him kneeling over her and putting his cock right where
she was the hottest. Sam was not backward in the least. As though reading her
mind, he leaned over and kissed her. This was her first kiss from anyone but a
family member. He also placed his work-roughened hand on her bare thigh. It
sent an electric shock straight to her cunt and it started to throb. He
continued to kiss her, showing her how to French kiss. At the same time, his
hand inched its way up under her dress until it came to her simple cotton
panties. She began to moan and squirm, as he worked his middle finger under the
leg band of her panties. They were not new, so they fit rather loosely. He
touched her pussy lips and caressed them. Sally thought she was going to faint,
it felt so good. Sam parted her, by-now-swollen, lips and began inserting his
middle finger into her cunt. His finger managed to reach an inch into Sally's
snatch before he came up against her hymen. She was going crazy. She began
rocking back and forth on his finger, trying to get it to enter her more. Her
breathing was labored and she was sucking on his tongue, his mouth, his chin,
anything. Suddenly, there was the sound of someone climbing the ladder to the
loft.. Sam jerked his hand out of Sally's panties and she smoothed her dress
down. He moved at least fifteen feet away from her and they resumed small talk,
in a low voice, so it would seem natural not to have been heard from the bottom
of the ladder. A moment later, Ruth stuck her head above the top of the ladder.
She had a sly grin on her face.

"Whatcha doin'?."

Climbing into the loft, she said she told her parents, she and Sally were going
into the south pasture to help Sam with the flood gates for the irrigation
ditches. Sam remarked he didn't need any help, but Ruth said she had just said
it to give them an excuse to be gone from the house. The rest of the family had
settled down to their normal night in front of the television. They were not as
strict about their daughter's whereabouts and it would take a bomb to get them
away from the television. Sally had been ready to strangle Ruth when she first
appeared in the loft, but with this latest news, Sally could have kissed her
instead. Trying to give Ruth the high-sign to leave, Sally realized Ruth was
having none of it. Finally, Ruth broke the tension by telling them she knew
Sally wanted to get screwed, and she suspected Sam had already started on the
job, adding that she and Sam had no secrets from one another, and she and Sally
had none she was aware of. Things loosened up a bit, with Sam telling Ruth he
and Sally had been getting "acquainted," adding that things would have to slow
down now, though, because he had discovered Sally was virgin. It bothered Sally
at first, that she was thought of as "different," but it didn't take long for
her to feel more at ease.

Sam said he was hotter than a pistol, from feeling Sally's pussy and kissing
her, and was afraid he would shoot off as soon as he touched her pussy, which
would ruin it for Sally. Ruth offered a solution. She was feeling randy and
would be willing to take some of the pressure off Sam. At the same time, Sally
could get a first hand look at what screwing was all about. Everyone agreed,
but Sally was feeling a little left out, until Sam suggested that while he was
fucking Ruth, she could be playing with Sally.. This would be helping Sally get
prepared.

Sally and Ruth had played with each other a score of times, so this wasn't new
to them. They all undressed, Sally lagging behind the others because she had
never been with a man before, especially nude. Ruth lay down on the hay and
Sally was told to lie next to her, but inverted so that she could watch the
action and Ruth would have access to her pussy. Sam got between Ruth's thighs
and slowly stuck his prick into Ruth's cunt. Sally was mesmerized by the sight
of a man's cock entering a snatch. She had tried, for months, to visualize it.
Now she was actually seeing it and pretty soon she would experience the same
thing.

Enjoying the movement of Ruth's fingers around her snatch, she could feel
herself building up to a climax. After Sam figured Sally had had a good look at
the penetration, he started to stroke his prick in and out of Ruth. With the
action Ruth was receiving, she reciprocated by giving Sally a wild clit
massage. Sally came first. It took about five more minutes before Sam and Ruth
came. Sam pulled out of Ruth and all three lay side by side on the hay. Sally
was curious, so she put her hand between Ruth's legs and took a sample of the
cum oozing out. Giving it a tentative lick with her tongue, she was not curious
about the taste of Ruth's pussy, but she was curious about the taste of a man's
come. It tasted much like a woman, except a little thicker and creamier. Sally
decided she could probably learn to like the taste. She crawled over Ruth, so
she could get to Sam. She inspected his still-hard penis. It was still shiny
from the combined juices of he and Ruth. Sally grasped it and gave it a
squeeze. She felt like she were graduating tonight, she had learned so much.

After they had rested a bit, Sam told her a lot of the normal foreplay he
performed, had already been done. Some of it before Ruth had arrived and the
rest of it by Ruth. He felt Sally was ready to be penetrated, but he made a big
show of fondling her pussy and feeling the amount of lubrication available.
Sally could hardly wait. Ruth and Sam prepared a mound of hay for Sally to put
her hips on and Ruth offered Sally her lap, to lay her head in. This way, she
could have the physical as well as the psychological support from Ruth.

Before Sally lay down, Sam kissed her long and passionately. This made Sally
tingle in the twat and then he helped her lay back with her head in Ruth's lap.
He took up position between her legs and looked admiringly at her bush. He then
placed his cock head between her cunt lips and pushed slowly and firmly. His
cock slipped in slowly and evenly. Sally felt the head slide in, meet some
resistance which caused a feeling of pressure and a momentary bit of pain, and
then slide on in to the depth of her pussy. It felt so good to be filled up.
She pushed back at Sam and he started stroking in and out. Damn! Had anything
felt so good in her life? She couldn't recall anything. She reached up and
stroked Ruth's boobs, then pulled one down and sucked on it.

Ruth began massaging Sally's tits and leaned down and kissed Sally full in the
mouth, upside-down. It turned into a mutual French kiss, Sally's first from a
woman. Sally was in ecstasy, moaning and groaning, she was feeling her orgasm
build from a different source. Usually it built from the massaging of her clit,
but this time it built from somewhere deep in her cunt, swelling and engulfing
her. She felt the waves of orgasm wash over her and then she fainted from the
intensity of pleasure. When Sally became aware of her surroundings once more,
She found she had fainted for about thirty seconds. She was lying down with Sam
on one side and Ruth on the other. They were massaging her breasts and arms.
She let out a contented sigh and remained reclining, basking in the after-glow
of her first fuck. After a few minutes, Sam got dressed, so he could go open
the flood gates. Sally and Ruth stayed in the loft to talk. Sally was ecstatic,
and couldn't keep from talking about how great it was. Ruth let her go on for a
while, and then told her to shut up. Why talk about it, Ruth said, then she put
her head down and started sucking on Sally's breasts. Sally just lay back and
enjoyed it for a few minutes. Ruth then went lower, and started to lick on
Sally's cunt. Sally was not keen on the idea at first, but it began to feel
good. Ruth said she had not known how to do this, until she and Sam had been
caught in the hayloft by Sam's sister, Katie. Katie had demanded she be
included, or she would tell. Sam was not keen on doing it with his own sister,
so he got her to promise to be quiet if he could make her come. He had Ruth get
between her legs and suck her pussy, while Sam fondled and sucked on her tits.
She came in a few minutes, and then was happy to just watch Sam screw Ruth,
while she played with herself. Ruth had had to suck Katie a few more times
before she left her aunt's. Sally asked Ruth why she had not tried to suck her
before, and Ruth said she had wanted to, but was afraid Sally would be too much
of a prude. This conversation went on while Ruth was giving Sally intermittent
sucks on her twat.

It wasn't long until Sam came back. He screwed each of the girls again, though
he never came in Sally, explaining that Ruth knew when she was safe, but Sally
was too new to this, and he didn't want to take the chance of making her
pregnant. All too soon, it became too late to stay out without getting Ruth's
family suspicious, so they went in to the house and went to bed. Most of the
night, Sally and Ruth were engaged in some form of sex. Now that Sally was not
a virgin, Ruth could put her fingers up Sally, so they took turns doing each
other. Sally could not get her mind off of Sam and his expert way of making
love. She was determined to get as much of Sam as she could and she started
hatching up schemes to be with him. One of Sally's brainstorms involved her
sister. She knew Anne was disillusioned with sex, so she went over and talked
to her about the experience she had with Sam. When she finished telling her
sister about it, Anne was just as hot has she had been when she and Sally used
to play with each other in bed. They decided Anne needed another shot at sex,
this time with someone who knew what he was doing. Sally's brother-in-law was
going to go on a trip to buy livestock, and he was only too happy to hear his
wife did not want to come along. At the same time, Sally asked her parents if
she could keep her sister company while her husband was gone. The stage was
set. Sally had to get Ruth to bring Sam over late one evening. He was beginning
to feel like a prize bull, but he enjoyed his work. Sally and Ruth, on the
other hand, thought of themselves as philanthropists, doing good for their
fellow women.

On the night it was arranged, Sally and her sister took a bath and waited
anxiously for dark. At the appointed time, Ruth and Sam came to the back door
of the house. Sally let them in, and when they were inside, Sally gave Sam a
big hug and kiss. Sam had been told what his mission was, so he went up to Anne
and greeted her warmly, but not too forward. It was as though he were trying to
court her into bed. His technique was polished and he was an instant success.
Of course, with all Sally had told her sister, she was wet and ready by the
time Sam arrived.

Sam and Anne went into the bedroom, leaving Ruth and Sally in the living room
to act as decoys. The girls pulled all the blinds and knowing what was going on
in the bedroom, had to play with each other. They could hear the bed creaking
and, after awhile, the moans of Sally's sister. After about an hour and a half,
Sam came out of the bedroom with a smug look on face. Sally was dying to hear
about it, but refrained from asking. She had to have Sam, so she lay down on
the rug and he obliged her. After Sally had come, Ruth and Sam left. Sally
locked up the house and crept into bed with her sister. Anne was asleep, but
stirred when Sally got in bed. She rolled over next to Sally and they talked
into the wee hours of the morning, fondling each other all the while. About a
month later, Anne asked her husband for a divorce. Everyone in the small town
was shocked, except for four people. Sally's sister moved to a larger city and
worked for about a year, before she met a man who was a considerate lover. She
married him and they have stayed together until this day.

Sally paused in her narrative about her teenage years and came back to the
present. She said when Julie was born, mother and daughter had formed a close
bond. They talked quite a bit, and Sally knew about all of Julie's hopes and
dreams as she grew up. She knew Julie had a typical girl's crush on me when she
was just eleven. She knew Julie was convinced I would divorce my wife and wait
for her to grow up. She also was aware Julie had decided to let me be her first
lover. Sally and Sam had never been one to hold Julie back from sex. She had
been taught about it from a very early age. They had only cautioned her on the
dangers of disease and pregnancy.. They had also told her of the importance of
having a considerate lover. Sally knew Julie had been resisting all her dates'
attempts to get into her panties and had instructed her on alternatives to
intercourse. What she had worried about was the fact she was not sure that I
was the best choice for a first lover. Sally said she knew I was attentive and
considerate in all social matters, but sex was a whole new ball game. Besides,
there was a much greater age difference between Julie and I, than there had
been between her and Sam.

Sally went on, by telling me she had seen Julie and I on Sunday, after she and
I had finished up stairs.

"Why did you bother fighting off Julie's advances?"

"I was very tempted, but I had no idea your attitude would be what it is."

"I went to Julie's bedroom this evening and, not disturbing her, gave her an
inspection. I could tell from looking at her pussy, she had her cherry busted.
Tell me about it."

I told her how it had went, and after I finished, she came into my arms and
thanked me again.

"All this talk about sex makes me very horny."

"I feel the same way."

Despite my workout earlier in the day, we went into the bedroom and took our
time to make love very slowly. While we were lying on the bed, making love, she
told me some of her other experiences.

Chapter 3

After Sam had taken her cherry she became insatiable, and since she couldn't
get with Sam as often as she wanted to, she decided she would try to get her
brother, Bob, involved with sex. There were three girls and two boys in the
family: Sally's older sister, Anne; Sally; Bob; another brother, Jim; and a
younger sister, Martha. They were all born within seven years, so each of them
were not far apart in age. Bob, almost seventeen, had some of the same problems
Sally had: That is, he thought a lot about sex, but with the strictness of the
parents, and the fact each child watched the other, there was not much chance
in getting any nooky. Sally was determined to change this.

A day or so after Sally lost her virginity, she managed to get her brother
alone long enough to talk a little. Without telling him she had been laid, she
managed to interest him in doing a little experimenting. The one time she had
got the quick feel of his dick, she had discovered he was fairly well endowed.
He was also very frustrated. The one feel he had of Sally's bush and the
stroking she had done on his peter, had fired his imagination. So, they put
their heads together in order to figure some way they could be alone for an
hour or two.

Usually, one Saturday a month, the family went into town to shop and give the
kids a chance to see a movie, since they didn't have a television. It was a
matter of getting the chores done early, so the whole family could go in. The
next trip to town was coming up this Saturday, so Bob did his chores very
slowly Saturday morning. As a consequence for slothfulness, Sally's dad told
Bob he would not be able to go to town. He acted all down in the mouth so they
would believe he was very disappointed. Sally had told her mother, Friday
night, she had a report due Monday, and she had to get it finished. Her mother
said the only time she could work on it would be while the family was in town.
She could have no friends over and Sally knew from experience her mother would
expect to see the report, so she had finished it during the week. The plans
went well and the family, except for Sally and Bob, left for town. They would
not be back for four hours. First, Sally helped her brother with the chores he
hadn't finished. The thought of what was going to take place lent wings to
their feet. When the chores were finished, Sally and Bob went into the house
and laid out what they would need in case the family returned early. Research
material and an almost complete report for Sally and a half-read adventure
novel for her brother. Then they went in and each one took turns taking a bath
in front of the other. It was very much of a turn on for Bob, since he had
never seen a naked woman in real life. Sally had seen Sam, but her brother's
big dick held her interest.

When they were clean and they had their clothes laid out, so they could jump
into them real quick, they went into the front bedroom. This room was used for
visitors and as a sewing room. It also gave them a good view of the long road
leading up to their front yard. They would have three or four minutes notice,
if the person coming up the road drove like a sane person.. With all the
preparations made, they turned to the main event. Sally let her brother feel
her all over. He stroked, petted, squeezed, probed, kissed, licked and sucked
to his heart's content. Sally, while all this was going on, had a hand on his
prick and she was stroking and fondling it. It was enormous, compared to Sam's.
Sally got him to admit he had been beating off for about three years. She asked
him if he needed to think about anything in order to come. He blushed and said
he did. She finally pried out of him how he fantasized about all the women in
his family and half of the girls in the school. He had even fantasized about
Ruth. He had managed to walk in on her in the bathroom when she had stayed
overnight with Sally.

It didn't take long for Bob to shoot his cum on the floor. Sally caught some of
it in her hand and tasted it. It tasted much like Sam's had, except there was
no flavor of Ruth mixed with it. She got bold enough to kneel down and suck the
last drops of semen out of his cock. He thoroughly enjoyed that and begged her
not to quit. She told him she had other, better things in mind, saying there
was something that would suck him much deeper and he would get more fun out of
it. His eyes lit up, and he glanced down at her hairy pussy and licked his
lips.

Sally positioned herself on the bed so, when Bob was on top of her, he could
watch the road. She then invited him between her legs. He was rather awkward at
first. She took hold of his cock, with shaky hands, and guided it to the
opening of her cunt. When she could feel it at the opening, she told her
brother to push. He had the wrong angle and managed to push it down to the
crack of her fanny. He pulled back and she tried again, this time lodging it
slightly inside of her twat. She told him to push again and this time he sunk
to the hilt in her pussy. He sucked in his breath through his teeth and
groaned. He told her it felt so good. She directed him to pull it out a little
and then back in. He learned fast.

Pretty soon he was acting like he was using a cross-cut saw, as he pushed his
dick in and out of his sister's pussy. The pleasure was mutual for Sally and
Bob, and he came again in about five minutes. She had instructed him to pull it
out before he came and he did, spewing jism down the crack of her ass. She
wiped it up with a towel and sucked the end of his dick off so she got the
sperm in her mouth instead of her womb. She then had him put it back in her
slit. He managed to keep it hard all this time and she was amazed. This time
his stroking was better, and she came.

After that, they played with each other, Sally taught him what she knew about
eating pussy, and she tried sucking his dick until he came, but he wanted to
put it back in her snatch. She was more than willing to do that and they
managed to come almost together, Sally first and then Bob. They were both so
happy with their success that he kissed her and she had to teach him about
French kissing, which lead to him fucking her again. This time he was not able
to come, but enjoyed the stroking anyway. Sally came, but her pussy was
starting to get tender. They decided to quit, about a half an hour before they
expected the family home. They cleaned up the room and each other, then they
went into the living room and took their places. While they waited for the
family to come home, Bob begged her to take off her panties and let him look at
her pussy. While he was gawking at it, they talked about the possibilities of
initiating the other siblings into their little game. Jim was almost sixteen,
since he and Bob had been born very close, about eleven months apart. Martha,
the baby of the family, was just fourteen. Some baby: she was almost as tall as
Sally, but with a slimmer body, red hair and a gorgeous pair of boobs that
already had the boys drooling. She and Sally got along well, but she acted as
though the parent's teachings had more effect on her than the others. Always
sober and quiet, while the others would rough house around, she would sit and
watch. It was decided they would take it slowly, but Sally would try to see if
Martha was interested in sex, and Bob would bring "boy talk" into the
conversations he had with Jim. Then Sally and Bob would plan their next step.

When the family returned, there was the usual hubbub: Putting the groceries
away and such. Their dad checked on the chores and gave Bob a "well done." Her
mother checked on Sally's progress and seemed satisfied she had been using her
time wisely. Helping with dinner, she made everything seem normal, and while
everyone else took Saturday baths, she finished her report under the watchful
eye of her mother. It was then time for bed and Sally lost no time in getting
ready.

Chapter 4

Sally and Martha shared a room, with Sally still sleeping in the double bed she
and Anne had shared prior to the wedding. Martha had a single bed to herself,
across the room. In the past, there had been no attempt to keep Martha from
watching her undress, but usually Sally went to bed after Martha, so the lights
were already out. Tonight, Sally complained of being tired from studying all
day, and went into the bedroom at the same time as Martha.

They began undressing together and Sally made sure she looked at Martha as much
as possible. At the same time, she had undressed and was taking her time
putting on her nightgown. Her attention to Martha made the girl nervous and she
asked what was wrong. Sally acted surprised and told her it was nothing, she
had just been checking on how big Martha had grown since she had taken a good
look at her last. She remarked at how tall she was getting and got her to stand
back to back with her. The two girls' bare bottoms touched and Martha pulled
away instinctively, but Sally made her come back so she could see the
comparison of their height in the mirror. Looking at their reflection, Sally
told Martha she had a very nice shape: much more attractive than Sally's own.
Martha blushed and said it was not true, since she had always thought Sally's
figure was the ideal. Sally used this as an excuse to turn quickly and embrace
Martha, telling her how kind she was. Doing it quickly, so it would seem
impulsive, rather than contrived, Sally then slipped into her nightgown and
climbed into bed. After Martha had finished dressing, turned out the lights and
climbed into bed, Sally called to her and asked her what the family had done in
town today. When Martha started to answer, Sally asked her if she would come
over and get in bed with her so they could talk without disturbing the rest of
the family. Martha was surprised and pleased. She had not told anyone, but she
had grown up with the impression that the two oldest girls slept in the "big"
bed. When Anne had married, she had expected to be invited into the double bed
with Sally, and when this had not happened, she felt unwanted. When Sally
requested her presence in the "big" bed, she held her breath and asked Sally if
she meant it. When Sally assured her that she did, Martha jumped out of her bed
and dashed to Sally's. She piled in, under the covers, snuggled down into the
soft mattress, and started telling Sally what happened in town that day ...

"Are you hot?" Sally interrupted.

"No?"

Sally threw back the covers on her side of the bed with a great show of
suffocating from the heat. Not wanting to be thought insensitive, Martha threw
back hers' also. Still pretending to be hot Sally said she was going to take
off her night gown, and doing so, acted satisfied at last. Sally's entire body
was a pattern of light and shadows as Martha watched the rise and fall of her
breasts in the dim light. Wanting desperately to be accepted by Sally, she did
a mental shrug and mumbled something about being hot also. She took off her
nightgown and settled back into the bed. Sally looked at her younger sister
with interest, and when Martha asked if she still wanted to hear about the
family trip to town, replied she did. Outlining their activities, which weren't
interesting to Sally, Martha finally added she had seen a couple of the boys
she knew. Sally perceived she was interested in these boys, and used them as a
lever to open Martha up.

"Do you like these boys?"

"Yes," Martha shyly admitted.

"Have you kissed either of them?"

"Heavens, no!" Martha acted incredulous.

"Have you kissed any boys?"

Martha was a long time in answering, but finally admitted she had kissed one
boy. It was one of the Franklin twins, and it was on a dare from one of her
friends. They had been talking, during lunch at school, and the twin boys had
come around to taunt them. They asked the boys to leave, and they refused.
Martha's friend asked what it would take for them to leave. The boys said they
would leave if the girls would kiss them.

Martha's friend quickly accepted, so she and one twin went behind a bush and
kissed. When it came time for Martha to kiss, she panicked and almost ran away,
but her friend told her not be a spoil-sport. Martha screwed up her courage and
went behind the bush. The twin came up to her, put his arms around her, and
pressing his lips to hers, managed to slobber on her. Then, as he pulled away,
he put his hand on her breast and squeezed. Squealing, Martha slapped his hand
away, but he and his brother ran off whispering and laughing.

"Did it hurt to have your breast squeezed?"

Martha's voice was strange.

"During the kiss, and when his hand first touched my breast, I felt a tingling
sensation in my crotch, but when he squeezed, it shocked me more than hurt."

"Have you ever had the same tingling before or since?"

"Oh, a number of times; once when I danced with a boy in school, and a lot of
times when I let my mind wander when I'm watching certain boys."

"Did you ever explore the area where the tingling comes from?"

Martha fell silent, but finally, quietly and shyly said she had.

"Did it feel good?"

"Yes, but it makes me feel guilty."

Trying to reassure her it was natural to have it feel good, she was quick to
add that it was a personal thing, and you didn't tell your parents. The
discussion had finally piqued Martha's interest, so she pressed Sally for more
information. Attempting to act nonchalant about it, Sally told Martha that the
feelings got better as she explored longer. Asking Martha if she would let her
demonstrate, Sally waited hopefully. Martha answered in the affirmative.

"Relax and don't jump or make any loud sounds."

Sally placed her hand on Martha's neck and caressed it, then let her hand
wander down over Martha's chest until they came to her breasts. Here, she
lightly ran her hands around her sister's hillocks and teased the nipples..
Martha took a chill and got goose-bumps. Next, Sally gently kneaded Martha's
tits, pinching her nipples tenderly, then leaned over and sucked her nipples,
one at a time. Martha's breathing rate had increased and she was deathly still,
almost frozen. Sally continued with her ministrations, as she lightly rubbed
the flat of Martha's stomach, then downward, running her hand from hip to hip
and settling in the thatch of pubic hair on Martha's mound.

Pausing, to let it all settle into Martha's consciousness, Sally put her other
arm under Martha's neck and pulled Martha's face into the hollow of her throat.
Martha put a tentative hand on Sally's breast and let it rest there, as Sally
gently urged Martha to part her legs. When they were far enough apart to gain
access to her sister's pussy, Sally began a light tickling of the entire groin
area. Martha started to inhale deeply and spasmodically. Telling her to relax,
Sally used her fingertips to trace the edges of the outer lips, and finally
slipped her middle finger into the slit and ran it bottom to top. Martha
groaned into Sally's neck.

Inserting her finger into Martha's cunt, exploring the depth, she was surprised
when her finger slipped right in, which evoked a loud sigh from Martha. Asking
her if she had ever stuck anything up there before, Martha admitted her finger
had been up there a number of times. Sally kept up a steady movement with her
finger, and soon Martha was moaning and beginning to squirm. Withdrawing her
finger from the vagina, Sally sought out Martha's clit. As she touched it the
first time, Martha jumped, but settled down as Sally began a gentle massage.
Martha moaned and sighed, more and more, until she went into spasms and bounced
around on the bed. After Martha finished her orgasm, Sally asked if it was her
first. She said she had had a couple before, but never one so intense. With a
worried sound in her voice, Martha asked Sally if this made them "homos"? Sally
chuckled, and told her it didn't, they were just exploring and experimenting
until the real thing came along ... sex with boys. Martha sounded relieved, and
said she didn't think she would ever have enough courage to do it with boys,
but Sally assured her that, when the time came, she would not hesitate.

Sally let Martha explore her body. She was very gentle, but afraid to insert
her finger into Sally's pussy at first, and had to be coaxed. Fascinated with
Sally's body, Martha remarked how perfect it was, though Sally said Martha's
was much better. They played and fondled well into the night, then donned their
nightgowns and slept in each other's arms. Martha now felt accepted, and she
and Sally became fast friends, with Sally vowing to help Martha get screwed.
She just had to check with her other conspirator and see how he had made out.

Chapter 5

Since Bob and Jim slept in the same room too, Bob had used the pretext of
discussing the trip to town (just as Sally had), in order to open up the
subject of sex with Jim. Bob and Jim had few secrets from each other. Knowing
Jim masturbated, just like he did, they had always allowed each other privacy.
They had even compared dicks, as they grew up, so Bob and Jim could talk easily
about sex. The topic, of course, had been purely theoretical and fantasy until
now. Opening the conversation, by asking Jim if anything exciting had happened
in town, Jim said things were pretty much the same, except the Franklin Twins
had managed to talk some girls into going up in the theater balcony. He had
watched them sneak up the stairway while the usher was at the door. Bob and Jim
speculated about what went on in the balcony. Bob bet the boys had at least got
a few kisses and maybe a feel of tit through the clothes. Jim had more faith in
the twins ability, and surmised they had managed to get their bare hands inside
of the girls' blouses and up their dresses. Maybe they had even been able to
get their fingers inside their panties.

This line of thought allowed Bob to ask Jim what he would do if he had the
chance, and whom he would choose if he had a choice. Jim got a wistful look on
his face, and said he had big plans for the first girl he managed to get access
to. Bob pressed him for details. Jim said he had about a dozen possibilities in
mind for the girl, naming a few. Bob, trying to turn the subject closer to
home, made disparaging remarks about all of the girls named. He demeaned each
one, by comparing some physical attribute to the same attribute on one of their
own sisters and, each time commented that the sisters had the best. Jim started
to wonder about this, and asked Bob if he was crazy?

Why think about their sisters? Sure, their sisters were some of the best
looking in town, but they wouldn't ever get a chance to do anything with them.
Bob decided to take a chance. He told Jim how he had been able to talk Sally
into letting him feel her tits and pussy. Jim got wide-eyed and let out a low
whistle. He said he couldn't believe it, but if it happened, why had Sally let
Bob, when she had all the boys in town. Bob just looked at him like he was a
backward stepchild, and Jim realized it was because the girls were hardly ever
allowed to go without the boys along. Jim got all excited.

"Do you think she'll let me do it too?"

Bob told him he wasn't sure if it was a one time thing, or not, but they would
just have wait for the opportunity to ask her. Jim went right to bed and Bob
could hear him beating-off. Bob would have beat off too, if it hadn't been for
the fun he had had this afternoon. He went to sleep with a smile on his face.

The next morning, the entire family went to church. Of course, chores had to be
done before and after. In the afternoon, when all the chores were done, the
parents liked to take a nap, and the children were allowed to relax around the
farm. This would be their chance. Sally took Bob aside during the chores and
pumped him for information. He told her he had Jim all primed. She told Bob,
Martha was willing, but she had not brought up the possibility of doing it with
her brothers. They would have to take it slow at first, but plans were made for
their parents' nap-time. After the chores were finished, Sally asked her mother
if they could go to the creek and swim, since it was such a warm day. Her
mother said they could, as long as the boys accompanied them. Sally acted like
she was agreeing reluctantly, but she could hardly conceal her excitement. She
told the other siblings about the plans for swimming. Bob looked at Jim and
gave him a sly grin.

Their parents worked hard all week, from dawn, until after dark, and they
enjoyed their Sunday naps, which usually lasted about four hours. The boys and
girls left before their parents went down, so they would have the maximum time
away from the house. It took them about fifteen minutes to walk to the creek,
which was well sheltered by dense undergrowth and tall trees. Normally, the
boys would go off and swim in another part of the creek, so the boys separated
from the girls when they arrived. Jim looked at Bob questioningly, but Bob
"shushed" him.

After the boys left, Sally and Martha sat in a thicket, which was sometimes
used as a changing area, since it was shielded on all sides.

"I don't really feel like swimming today." The younger girl said.

"What do you feel like doing?"

Martha, in the light of day, was shy in asking, but finally...

"I'd like to have you play with me like you did last night, and I'll do you
too."

"It sounds good to me."

They took off their bathing suits and lay down on an old quilt they had
brought. Feeling secure, they started out by playing with each other's tits,
then began roaming lower. Martha had become bolder since last night, and Sally
let her take the initiative. They kept getting in each others' way, so Sally
suggested they go head to foot, for free access to each other. Once they were
in position, they resumed their mutual grope, Sally managing to insert her
finger in Martha's twat, while her sister took time inspecting Sally's pussy in
the daylight.

All of a sudden, the boys crashed through the brush, yelling, "We're gonna
tell! We're gonna tell!"

Martha was scared witless, but Sally kept control, pleading with the boys not
to tell, while giving Bob a wink. Bob took the cue and quieted Jim down, a sly
grin spreading over his face.

"We could be persuaded not to tell."

"How?"

"We want in on the fun."

Martha was freaking out, but Sally soothed her, whispering to her about what
could boys could do better than girls, - even if they were their brothers. It
took a lot of talking, but Martha finally decided to give it a try. She had
been thinking hard while Sally was talking, and came to the conclusion she
would be less nervous with a boy she knew, and who did she know better than her
brothers.

Sally assumed control and asked Jim if he had ever touched a girl before. He
answered, truthfully, that he hadn't, so she told him he better learn by
touching her. In the meantime, Bob could be fondling Martha. Making it clear no
dicks would be put in, without her say-so, they paired off and lay down
together on the quilt.

Making Jim take off his swim trunks, Sally looked him over. His was a slightly
smaller version of Bob's cock, and putting her hand around it, pumped it up and
down a couple of times. This caused Jim to roll his eyeballs up into his head.
She then took his hand and put it on her boob, and he caught on fast, pretty
soon kneading her tits like bread dough. She had to caution him to be gentle,
and his hand strayed down to her bush, where he found her already soaked. Not
knowing what to make of all the wetness, he smelled his finger and touched his
tongue to it. Apparently not disappointed in the taste, he stuck his finger in
her snatch and moved it around, then brought it out and licked the finger. Not
able to get his fill with his finger, he leaned down and started to suck on her
nipples, tentatively at first, and then with more vigor, then moved down to her
cunt with his tongue. Sticking his tongue in and licking a few times, he
started sucking on her twat, which she enjoyed very much.

Meanwhile, Bob had taken off his trunks and laid by Martha. She couldn't seem
to take her eyes off of his cock. She watched Sally and Jim, as Bob took her
hand and guided it to his dick. She took hold of it and felt of its hardness.
She then moved her hand up and down the shaft like she had seen Sally do to
Jim. Giving his prick the kind of close inspection she had given Sally's cunt,
she hardly noticed when Bob started feeling her breasts. They were very
beautifully shaped, the nipples a delicate reddish brown against the fair
complexions typical of redheads. He worked down to her red bush and tickled it
a little, then he ran his finger down her slit and then back up and in. Letting
out an involuntary moan, she looked up at him, and he could tell she was wet
and ready.

Looking to Sally for guidance, he saw Jim was licking out her cunt, so it
seemed like a good idea. Getting down between Martha's legs, he moved his mouth
toward her cunt. She grabbed his hair.

"What are you doing?"

He merely turned his head and nodded in the direction of Sally and Jim, then
waited to see what her reaction would be. She looked in the direction Bob had
indicated and saw Jim's head between Sally's legs, then noticed the look of
pure joy on Sally's face. That was good enough for her. She still had a hold of
Bob's hair, so she just pulled it back, in the direction of her waiting snatch.
When Bob touched her pussy with his tongue, she moaned and her head dropped
back on her shoulders in pleasure. Sally had had an apt pupil in Bob, when she
had taught him how to eat pussy the day before, and he was giving Martha one
hell of a licking.

Anyone outside of the copse where they were at, would have heard nothing but
some moaning and groaning, but it would have been obvious it was from pleasure,
not pain. With a little spurring, Sally managed to get Jim to suck on her cunt
in the right way for her to come. She kind of scared him when she did reach
orgasm. He thought he was hurting her, but about the same time, Bob's more
expert tongue brought Martha to her first orgasm by a boy. As the girls writhed
and moaned, the boys exchanged glances, smiling at each other's faces, shiny
with pussy juice.

When Sally recovered, she knew the boys were next, but she didn't know how she
was going to handle it since Martha had never given a hand or a blow job
before. Deciding she would do both of the boys at once, she would let Martha
watch, and maybe fondle their nut sacks. Figuring it wouldn't take long for
Jim, and hoping Bob would be right behind, she positioned the two side-by-side
and knelt between them. Martha knelt near by, so she could watch and assist.
Beginning to stroke both cocks, one in each hand, Sally bent down and took
Bob's prick in her mouth and sucked on it for a minute, then went to Jim's and
did the same, back and forth, until Jim gave a groan and shot his come up in
the air, and down all over the group. Seeing Bob was close, but not enough,
Sally figured she would need to suck on him more.

As she bent down to do it, Martha asked if she could try. Sally let her. Martha
bent down and put it tentatively in her mouth, adjusting her jaws and cheeks to
the unaccustomed sensation of a mouthful, she commenced pumping it in and out
of her mouth. Bob moaned that he was coming, but Martha wasn't fast enough and
he shot his wad into her mouth. Not knowing what to do about it, she opened her
mouth and let it dribble out. When Bob was finished coming, Martha took her
mouth away and instinctively swallowed. She didn't have any idea what effect it
would have on her, but she liked it. It had the texture and salty taste of
salted buttermilk, which was one of her favorite drinks. Everyone had been
watching her, and when she smiled and looked back at them, they all relaxed.
Everyone started talking at once: Martha and Jim tried to tell everyone how
good it had felt; Bob and Sally trying to settle plans of what to do next..
Finally Sally managed to get through to everyone, and they shut up. "Now, is
not the time for talking. Now is the time for Martha to get something shoved
inside of her."

It was apparent Martha was ready. Sally had her lie down on the quilt and Bob
got between her legs. She had considered using Jim, since he had a smaller
dick, but Bob was more experienced. Sally cautioned Bob about being gentle
because, although he had no trouble getting his finger up her cunt, it didn't
mean she was ready for his big prick. Guiding his cock to the lips of Martha's
pussy, Sally gave Bob the go-ahead. He pushed gently against her lips and the
head disappeared inside. Slowly but surely, Bob continued pushing his rod up
Martha's snatch. She was trying to stay relaxed, but this was a big time in her
life, and besides, it felt good. Obeying Sally's directions, and much to his
and Martha's enjoyment, he managed to finally get it all in, and then began a
rhythmic sawing of his dick in and out of Martha's virginal cunt.

Sally could see Bob and Martha needed no more help for a while, since Bob knew
better than to come inside of her. She turned to Jim, who was watching the
action with rapt attention. His prick was hard again and she reached down and
grabbed it. This gave him a start, but he recovered quickly. Sally motioned for
him to follow her to the quilt. Lying down, she pulled him over her,
positioning him for his first assault on a cunt. She then gave him verbal
directions, and placed his eager dick inside of her lips, and put her hands on
his bottom to slowly pull him into her. He was moaning and groaning with the
first delicious feel of a pussy, instead of his hand, wrapped around his cock.
He reached bottom and began his withdrawal: In and out, in and out. He had
never felt anything to compare with the feeling. He was on top of the world,
and began to swagger a bit in his strokes, promptly pulling out too far and
ramming his dick between the cheeks of Sally's ass. She gave him a disgusted
look and helped him put it back in.. It had just started to feel good to her.
With practice, Jim would be a good lover, but Bob and Martha finished long
before he did, and were lying together, watching him. He finally came, but
Sally had not, so she asked Bob to take his place. This would give him time to
recuperate, then he and Martha could try it. Bob obliged and was soon stroking
away in Sally's cunt. Jim said he didn't need any rest, and since he was still
hard, he climbed on top of Martha and slipped it in. She didn't notice the
difference in size and was happy to have her cunt filled again.

The four siblings screwed themselves silly and then sat around on the quilt to
discuss how they could possibly get together again. All of them but Sally
thought this was a closed group. Sally could not take her mind off of Sam, but
did not tell the other's about him. She was already thinking about how she was
going to be with Sam again, but managed to take part in the conversation. All
kinds of hair-brained schemes came up, but Sally put all of them down as too
risky. The best chance they had, was to get to come to the creek as much as
possible. It was summertime, and it would be natural for them to want to come a
lot, as soon as school finished in a week. They decided it would be O.K. for
only two to come, if all four could not get away, but there could be no
jealousy, since it might make someone spill the beans. The four had to keep up
appearances, by having their normal fights. Soon, it was time for them to
return home. They gave each other a last lick or suck on the privates, took a
quick dip in the creek to wash all the come off, and set off for home.

Chapter 6

The next morning, Monday, Sally and her siblings were at the end of their road,
waiting for the school bus. Martha and Jim complained about being sore, but
were not ready to give up. As they waited, they discussed the previous day's
activities. Sally reminded them not to tell their friends about the group
activity, since it could get back to their parents. It was agreed that they
could try to find some action on their own. Finally the bus came and they
started off for their last week of the school year, each with their own plans
for experimenting more with sex.

Jim had his sights set on a couple different girls: Jane, the younger sister of
his best friend, Henry; and Bernie, the daughter of the town sheriff, a girl
his own age. Bob had plans for two older "girls": Sally's friend, Ruth; and
Irene, the wife of the town barber, who had been flirting with him all year.
She worked part-time in the school office and wasted no opportunity to make
innuendoes to Bob, leading him to believe she wanted him in her panties. Sally
was spending all her time planning how to be with Sam again, and again. Martha
had vague plans of getting her girlfriend, Mary, to invite her over for the
weekend, and she would try to get Mary's older brother, Steve, to screw her.

By the end of school Monday, Jim had made arrangements to stay overnight
Friday, at Henry's house. It took a little effort to get Henry talking about
his younger sister, but once he did, Jim was all ears. Henry had seen Jane
naked a few times in the past year, and managed to get a feel of her tits and
pussy. Jim asked Henry, if he would get mad if Jim tried to play with her.
Henry said he wouldn't, but he didn't think he would have much luck.

Jim had also volunteered for the decoration committee with Bernie, short for
Bernadette. Bernie was a nice looking girl, but she hadn't had much of a social
life, since her father, the sheriff, intimidated all the boys. Jim was
intimidated too, but he figured he would make a move on her while they were
working on the decorations. A meeting was scheduled for Tuesday afternoon, to
make final plans on the dance decorations, and Bernie offered to have the
meeting at her home. Jim had permission to stay late in town, since Bob agreed
to do his chores. Tuesday morning, the two other members of the planning
committee made excuses for missing the meeting, but this allowed Jim to be
alone with Bernie, since her father worked afternoons. Bernie's mother had died
when she was thirteen, so the responsibility of the house became Bernie's.

Jim didn't want to make it obvious where he was going, by walking home with
her, so he told Bernie he would meet her at her house. When he arrived, she
invited him into the living room. She had changed out of her school dress, into
a pair of shorts and a large shirt, probably her father's. The shorts were
tight in the crotch, molding themselves into the cleft between her legs. Jim
and Bernie had grown up together as good friends, and though not ever
romantically involved, they had been dared to kiss each other when they were
eleven.

As they began discussing the decorations, Jim was little help. He kept glancing
at Bernie's tight shorts, and when they leaned over the coffee table to discuss
the drawing of the gym layout, he could look down her neck and see she had no
bra. The shirt did not reveal it until she bent over, then it gaped at the top,
allowing Jim a fine view of her breasts. Noticing Bernie blushing, he realized
his hard-on was showing through his Levi's. Trying, nonchalantly, to cover it
up, he just managed to bring more attention to it. Bernie seemed fascinated,
and asked him if she could touch it. He said she could, trying to make it sound
like the most natural request in the world, but his voice sounded more like a
sick frog. Reaching down and pressing her index finger into Jim's hard-on, she
felt the sponginess, then ran her finger from top to bottom, and closed her
fingers around it's girth.

Jim didn't know what to do next. Bernie was rubbing his dick through his pants
and he felt like an idiot. Finally, he dared reach out and run his hand up the
inside of her leg and began rubbing the lips of her snatch through her shorts.
While she rubbed his cock, Bernie got a glazed look in her eyes, but at his
touch, she came around and looked at him as though she were weighing pros and
cons. Finally making up her mind, she asked him over to her side of the couch
as she walked to the front door and locked it.

"I don't expect anybody, since Daddy went to the county seat today, and won't
be back until eight or nine, but it never hurts to be cautious."

She came back to the sofa, sat next to him, and looked into his eyes. "Have you
had any practice kissing since the last time?"

Not saying anything, he proceeded to show her. He had managed to make out with
a couple of girls, so he wasn't completely without skill, as he worked up from
a light, gentle kiss to a deep French one. Bernie came up for air, gasping, and
flushed in the face. While he had been kissing her, he had let his hand roam
across her chest, feeling her breasts through the shirt. Bernie didn't have
tits as large as Sally's, but they were nice and firm. Looking around her with
a worried look on her face, Bernie suggested they go into the back of the
house, so Jim could go out the back door in case someone came in the front.
Grabbing his hand she took him to her bedroom.. Her father had indulged her, by
letting her have a frilly bedroom, with a white chenille bedspread. She left
the door open and stood before the bed. Jim, in control of himself now, walked
up to Bernie and lightly kissed her on the lips. He placed his hands on her
shoulders for an instant, then slowly unbuttoned the front of her shirt, never
taking his eyes off of hers. When the shirt was unbuttoned, he opened it and
drew it down off her shoulders and arms. Glancing down at her breasts, he
licked his lips and lowered his head to them, touching them lightly with his
lips. He gently kissed them all over and pressed his pursed lips to her
nipples, slowly drawing them into his mouth by suction. Bernie had goose bumps
and took a chill.

After sucking on her tits for a short time, he raised his head and faced her.
She was getting that glazed expression again, so he took advantage of it by
unfastening her shorts and began tugging them and her panties down. This action
brought her around again and she gave a start, but then merely assisted Jim in
getting out of the last of her clothes. Jim was still fully dressed, but set a
speed record divesting himself of his garments. Now standing beside the bed,
nude, they gazed at each other intently, trying to drink in the sights of this
forbidden scene. Jim put his arms around Bernie, running his hands from neck to
upper thighs, while she grasped his rigid prick, which was trying to insert
itself between the front juncture of her thighs. Kissing her again deeply, he
gently forced her back onto the bed, where she stretched out, head on pillow,
with Jim lying beside her. Lightly running his hand over the topography of her
body front, slowly working down to her pussy, he placed his hand over her mound
and gently insinuated his middle finger between her outer lips. He started a
slow, gentle massage of her clit. She sighed and moaned, due to the pleasurable
sensations being set-up in her loins, relaxing and allowing him to part her
legs with his index and little fingers.

As her legs parted, he let his finger slip between her inner lips and felt the
wetness. She was not leaking like Martha or Sally had been, so he continued to
rub her clitoris and kiss her neck and breasts. After about ten minutes, he
could feel the slippery feel of her lubricating juices running out of her cunt,
so he raised himself up and swung his body over her, placing his knees on the
inside of her thighs. With his hands placed on either side of her head, and
supporting his body on hands and knees, he placed the head of his cock at the
opening to her pussy. He gave a slight push and he was inside of her lips, then
a healthier push, which caused Bernie to cry out in pain.

He had never taken a cherry before, so he didn't know what to do, other than
continue his onslaught. He pushed again, causing another cry of pain and Bernie
placed her hands on his chest, trying to prevent him from pushing again, but he
was inflamed with passion and the sensation of her tight snatch around his
dick, so he swiveled his hips to get another stroke. This time, he broke
through and sunk to the hilt in her pussy. Complaining of the pain, she wanted
him to stop, but he stroked in and out until her complaints of pain changed
gradually to whimpers of passion. Continuing to plunge in and out of her cunt,
the juices of her pussy allowing easy strokes, he could feel himself building
up to an orgasm, but his foreplay had allowed Bernie to beat him to a climax.
She screamed and twisted her body beneath him, her cunt muscles clamping down
on his cock and speeding his eruption. Bernie had just started to calm down,
when he pulled his prick all the way out and shot his jism over her pussy and
lower abdomen. Feeling the hot come squirt against her, she looked down in time
to see the last few spurts and the dribble of semen from the end of his cock.

Drawing back to look at Bernie's fresh fucked snatch, Jim nearly fainted when
he saw the bloody mess on the white bedspread. Jumping up like he had just seen
a snake between her legs, startled Bernie and she asked what was wrong. Telling
her, she looked down and was shocked for a moment too, but then she remembered
what her girlfriend, Carrie, had told her, about the same thing happening to
her when she was first fucked. Still feeling concerned about the bedspread
stain, she quickly got up and grabbed her bedspread off the bed. Taking it
quickly into the bathroom, she rinsed the blood and jism out, then into the
laundryroom to place it in the washer. After the washer had started its washing
cycle, she went back into her bedroom, where Jim was beginning to get dressed.
Looking at him questioningly, she asked him if he was finished. He just stood
there, with one foot into his underwear, as she told him she wanted to try it
again. His cock, which had gone soft, began stirring again and he joined her on
the bed. This time, Bernie placed a dark colored towel on the bed, and as she
lay there, remarked how this sure beat planning a stupid dance. Bringing her
leg over him, she started to run her hands over his chest and down to his prick
where she fisted it and worked it up and down. It was sticky from her juice and
blood, but she didn't seem to mind. She gave it, and his entire groin area, a
minute inspection. Then, getting onto her haunches, she straddled his hips,
lowering her snatch down, placing his cock tip within the folds of her pussy-
lips, then impaled her body on his love pole.

When she had fully engulfed his prick, she let out a sigh of contentment and
looked down at him like he was a generous benefactor, who had just given her a
fortune in jewels. He reached up and fondled her breasts. They were not large
enough to sag in the least, just proud hillocks of woman-flesh, waiting to be
caressed or suckled. She raised and lowered herself on his rod, moaning as she
did so, and lowered her upper torso to him, so he could suck on her tits.
Rocking back and forth, twisting, swiveling and pounding her cunt onto Jim's
rigid cock, she started coming. Clamping down on him, she refused to let him
out of her clutching pussy, even though he told her he was coming.

It was a new sensation for him, to come into the confines of a clinging cunt:
it almost hurt. He expressed his worries, about making her pregnant, and about
being shot by her father, but she said if it happened, she wouldn't tell her
father who it was. This did not dispel all of his fears, but he was having too
much fun to let it dampen his spirits. Jim and Bernie played around with each
other for another hour, then reluctantly decided it was time to make some quick
plans for the dance, before Jim had to leave. They agreed they should wait
until after she had her period and it was safe for him to see her, before they
tried to get together again.

Jim left her house and hitched a ride home. When he got home, he helped Bob
finish up his chores and while doing so, told him about his adventures. Bob was
excited for him, and had something to tell also. Bob had gone into the office
that day, and was asked to step into the counselor's office. The counselor was
not in school that day, but the Barber's wife, Irene, was. She made no overt
moves, but told him he should consider some tutoring in math. She said she
would be willing to tutor him for an hour or two, once a week, over the summer.
She had prepared a note to his parents, outlining the need for this tutoring,
and wanted to know how he felt about it. Bob knew his math was fine, but
figured this would give him access to Irene. He looked at the letter to his
parents, which was on school letterhead stationery, but it was signed by Irene,
with the position of "special assistant to the Principal" typed beneath. He
knew she was just a filing clerk, unless she had seduced the principal into
making her his "assistant," but he doubted it was true. Figuring the letter in
his hand was the only copy in existence, now was the time to make his move. The
only thing he had to lose was his "tutoring."

Standing up, and walking around the desk, he looked down at Irene and told her
tutoring was a good idea. Placing the letter on the desk as Irene stood up, he
looked her in the eye and reached out to put his hands on her hips, drawing her
to him. She seemed alarmed at first, probably feeling she was losing control of
the situation, but when she was against him, he slid his hands down to her ass
and stroked her cheeks. Her whole manner changed and she put her hands on his
shoulders, remarking that he was not as shy as she thought. Grinding his pelvis
against her, he bent to kiss her on the mouth. She responded passionately,
feeling his large dick pressing against her mound. Reluctantly she pushed him
away, fearing they would be caught, but as she backed away, she glanced at his
erection and put out her hand to pat it. Agreeing Tuesdays would be best, since
it was her husband's busiest day at the barber shop, she handed Bob the letter
to his parents and, looking to see if they were presentable, showed him to the
door.

Bob and Jim could not believe how their life had changed in the last week. All
the sex they were getting, or soon to get, was due to the experience they had
received from their sister. It gave them, not only first hand experience, but
confidence, that they lacked before, to seduce girls. Martha came into the barn
and, seeing the boys, went to where they were standing. She looked a little
down, so they asked her the problem. She had been unable to get her friend,
Mary, to invite her to stay overnight, since Mary's family was leaving for
vacation Saturday morning. They would be gone for two weeks, with only the
oldest boy, Steve, staying behind to keep up the chores, and without Mary,
there would be no excuse for her to go over.. Bob and Jim tried to comfort her,
saying they would try to figure out something.

In their efforts to comfort her, they embraced Martha, and in the process, they
managed to fondle her boobs and ass. Looking at them with a sly grin, she said
there was something they could do, now, to comfort her. Jim said he was screwed
out, but would keep a lookout. Bob had been aroused today, without being
satisfied, so he was horny. Taking Martha into one of the stalls, he kissed and
fondled her. Noting how she responded immediately, he put his hand up her dress
and began rubbing her snatch, which started her moaning and pushing against his
hand. Telling her they didn't have much time, she lay back in the hay and let
Bob pull her panties off, then she spread her legs and let Bob, who had dropped
his pants, get between them. Taking his dick and pressing it to the lips of her
pussy, he slipped it in until he had full penetration, then he began to stroke
in and out of her cunt. She was moaning, sighing and whimpering, and it didn't
take long for her to reach orgasm, Bob having to stifle a scream by kissing her
mouth. She lay back and enjoyed his continued humping, until he told her he was
coming. Stroking it until the last possible second, he then pulled out and let
his come shoot onto the hay between her legs. She thanked him by taking his
dick in her mouth and sucking the last few drops of semen out of his still hard
prick. She wanted to keep on sucking and so did Bob, but Jim was getting
nervous, so they reluctantly put their clothes back on and all three went into
the house for dinner.

After dinner, the four kids got together outside on the lawn. Bob and Jim got
to tell of their experiences in town and they all told Sally of what had
happened in the barn. Sally was concerned they might take too many chances and
get caught, but the others assured her they would take all reasonable
precautions.

Chapter 7

The next two days at school went by uneventfully, but Thursday night, at the
dance, a few more contacts were made. Jim managed to dance with Henry's sister,
Jane. He made a good impression on her with his manners, but the fact an
"older" boy had ask her to dance gave her status with her peers and she was
grateful. He mentioned to her, while they danced, that he was spending Friday
night with Henry at her home. He figured he could put a seed in her mind and
she might give him a warmer greeting on Friday. Jim also danced with Bernie,
and they talked during the dance, but they kept it casual by common assent.

Bob noticed Irene at the dance, but it was not considered the "in" thing to ask
any of the teachers or administrators to dance. Also seeing Ruth with Sally, he
managed a dance with her, as a favor to Sally, since the reverse was true -
dancing with someone younger did nothing for your ranking among your peers.
During the dance, Bob managed to rub his crotch against Ruth a couple of times,
but she just looked annoyed. After the dance, Sally took her aside and told her
about his big dick, so Ruth tried the rest of the night to get a quick feel of
it.

Sally was bored with the dance, but stayed because her parents would not let
her leave without her brothers and sister. She kept an eye on Martha, who was a
bit shy with the boys. The boys her age had accepted the fact she was shy, and
very few asked her to dance, but Sally had helped her with her make-up, hair
and dress, so she seemed more mature than others in her age group. This brought
out the older boys, trying to make an impression on a younger girl. Sally knew
from experience they would try to cop a feel of tit or ass, and try to get her
to go outside, so Martha had been coached and was trying to act cool and aloof.
She managed to resist the advances of all the boys, until Mary's brother,
Steve, ask her to dance. She almost swooned. He danced well and held her closer
than she thought he should, but she did not resist his attentions. He remarked
about how she seemed different tonight, but she said she was the same girl, who
had stayed overnight with Mary a couple of times, adding she had wanted to stay
over Friday, but his family was leaving for vacation. Steve told her,
teasingly, she could visit him while they were gone. She looked him straight in
the eye and said she would if she could, adding a slight forward push of her
pelvis. It really shook him up. He watched her the rest of the evening, and she
saw him talking to her brothers.

The next morning at school, everyone received their report cards and all of the
classes held parties. School was dismissed at noon and the seniors prepared for
their graduation ceremony. Sally would be a senior next year. Bob would be a
junior, Jim a sophomore, and Martha a freshman. Sally and her siblings rushed
home to do their chores early: because Sally was going over to Ruth's; Jim was
going over to Henry's; and Bob had a party to go to. He had asked his mother if
he could go, but she said one of the girl's would have to go with him. He
tried, in front of his mother, to get Sally to go with him, but had no success.
He had finally agreed to take Martha, complaining how younger sister's were
made to be a millstone around their brother's neck. These kids were getting to
be great actors! Sally looked forward to being with Sam again, and she thought
the time for her to go to Ruth's would never get there. Jim felt the same way
about going over to Henry's, though it was really Jane he wanted to see. Bob
and Martha kept up a running argument, to make it look good, until their mother
told them to stop, or they wouldn't be going anywhere. Finally the time came
for each of them to leave for their respective destinations. Jim went to
Henry's, where he helped around the farm and kept his eyes open for Jane. She
was there, but had invited a girlfriend, Rose, to stay over. This made Jim a
little upset at first, but soon decided he and Henry could double up on the
girls. Henry objected at first, until Jim reminded him pussy was pussy and tit
was tit, no matter who it came from. They pursued the girl's about the farm,
teasing them as much as possible and copping a feel when they could. After
dinner was over, they were allowed to roam free, and Henry suggested they all
go into the orchard. It was screened from the house by the barn, and it would
be dark before long. The girls were excited about the attention they were
getting from older boys, making them feel older too, and they were not about to
throw a wet blanket on their chances to learn a few things from the boys. So,
all four went out to the orchard, to the far end, so they could not be
observed. Once there, the boys separated the girls and started to draw them
out. Jim started by putting his arms around Jane, then he kissed her. She was
inexperienced at kissing, but she learned fast. She also started to get aroused
by all the contact Jim was making with her lips and tongue. He slowly started
to run his hands over her body, waiting for the first sign of resistance. She
just got hotter and hotter, there was no resistance. In no time, he had his
hand inside of her panties and was fingering her clit to a climax. He didn't
realize he was the leader in a game of "follow the leader."

Henry and Rose had fooled around a little, but didn't know what to do, so they
went to rejoin the others. When they saw them making out, they stopped short of
interrupting them, and just followed suit. Attempting to follow Jim in
everything, Henry was not quite adept at French kissing, but Rose knew how, and
taught him. When it came to feeling her up, Henry was on more familiar ground,
but she had to help him find the right spot in her crotch to massage.

After Jane had come, Jim looked around and, seeing Henry, indicated to Jane
what was going on, and they watched until Rose came, then joined them. Henry
tried hiding the come stains in his pants, but they noticed, and teased him for
a few minutes. Wanting to go onto other things, Jim dared the girls to show
them the part of their anatomy the boys had just played with. Rose was braver
than Jane, so she took off her panties and laid down, lifting her dress. Jim
showed real interest and Henry was totally enthralled by all of Rose's black
pubic hair. Jim told Jane he bet her muff was prettier, but Henry said she was
ugly down there. Infuriated, Jane finally took down her panties and offered
comparison. Sitting down in front of their respective girls, the boys touted
the relative merits of each pussy, until the girls demanded equal time, making
the boys lower their trousers. Jim was erect and his prick stood out proudly,
but Henry was embarrassed by his soft penis, so Jim told Rose to hold it and it
would grow. She did and Henry's cock jumped to attention.

Wondering what was next, Jim talked Rose into lying down on the grass as he
directed Henry to place his penis into Rose. She had been playing dumb all the
time, since Henry slipped right in and she showed him how to move to make it
feel the best. Jim, in the meantime, was preparing Jane. He was afraid of a
repeat of his experience with Bernie, so he talked her into letting him lick
and suck her snatch. She was hesitant until she felt his mouth and tongue on
her cunt, then she could not get enough. Pretty soon Jane came again, and Jim
used her wind-down period as the time to place his dick in the opening and slip
it in. His dick managed to get in an inch or so before it met any resistance.
Jane was inflamed with passion and she thrust her hips up to meet the intrusion
of Jim's cock. As it slipped in further, she winced with pain and stopped
pushing. They lay quiet for a minute or two, then Jim started a rocking motion
that moved his prick out a little, and then in a little. This managed to
stretch Jane's hymen enough to eventually get full penetration. Thus, no blood
was spilled.

As he began to lengthen his strokes, Jane began to feel the pleasurable
sensations set up by the friction of his sliding cock. She began to whimper and
pant as he neared his orgasm. He held back until she came, but just barely made
it. As she clamped down on his dick with her cunt muscles, he pulled his cock
out and squirt his come all over her mound and lower stomach. After Jane
finished spasming, she put her hand down to her pussy and felt the wet
stickiness of Jim's jism. She raised it to her face, but it was too dark to see
much. She rubbed it between her fingers and touched it to her tongue, curious
about the taste. It was slightly salty and slippery and she decided it was not
appealing to her, saying it reminded her of a runny nose.

Pausing to catch their breath, the four began talking among themselves. Henry
told Jim he didn't think anyone would get into Jane's pants. Jane, being a
sister, tartly told him if he'd been more persistent, and a little kinder to
her, he could have already been in them. Asking her what his chances were now,
she said they were pretty good, so Henry moved over to her and started to play
with her cunt as she fondled his already hard dick. Pretty soon he moved up
between her legs, inserted his cock into her cunt, and started to hump away.
This left Jim and Rose to fend for themselves. Jim had never been attracted to
Rose, but she was available and she seemed experienced enough to further his
education. Moving over beside her, he started to fondle her tits and pussy. She
let him have all he wanted, then let him put his cock into her cunt and showed
him some moves he had not known. The four of them fucked for another hour,
until they were exhausted and afraid it was getting too late. Cleaning
themselves up, they got dressed and went back to the house.

Chapter 8

When Bob and Martha had arrived at the party, it was just getting wound up.
Some of the good old games had been started, like "gossip," "button, button,"
apple bobbing and musical chairs. There were about thirty young people present.
Mary's brother, Steve, came up to Bob and Martha, passing the time of day with
them. He couldn't keep his eyes off Martha. Steve asked Martha to dance and Bob
went off to see what was happening. As they danced, Steve and Martha pushed up
against each other, something they couldn't do at the school dance. Steve was
getting so horny he couldn't stand it. He couldn't believe he was so excited
about a younger girl, but of course she had the body of a mature woman and he
wanted to get into it bad. Martha wanted him too, so she asked if there was
some way they could get together. Steve found Bob and they talked for awhile.

It was decided that Steve would get his sister, Mary, and leave the party. Bob
would get Martha and leave about the same time. It was already getting dark, so
they would meet at the gate to Steve's family pasture, where Steve knew of a
nice grassy spot where he would trade off with Bob, taking Martha and leaving
Bob to entertain Mary.

Mary had not talked about it, but she was a frustrated young woman. Her brother
kept her under his eye, so she had little freedom, and since she didn't get
along well with Steve, she was out of luck. When she found out what was going
on between Steve and Martha, she threatened to tell their mother, until she
found out she would be alone with Bob, then she kept quiet. The switch was
made, and Steve and Martha melted into the night, promising to be back in an
hour. Bob, who leaned toward sex with older women, had not thought much about
Mary. He figured he could stretch small talk out for an hour, since it was
helping his sister get her first strange dick. Mary had other ideas.

She was a virgin, as far as sex with men was concerned, but she had been
frigging herself for two years, so sitting down on the grass beside Bob, the
small talk began. She told him she wanted to just lie there and look at the
stars. He said it was O.K. with him, so she swung around and put her head in
his lap. It surprised him, and he started to protest, but she took his hand and
laid it on her breasts, holding it in place, so he couldn't withdraw it. Once
the initial shock was over, he had no intention of withdrawing it. Massaging
her tits for awhile, she opened up the front of her dress and loosened her bra
to give him full access to them. Presently, Bob moved so he lay beside Mary on
the grass, and started to kiss her. As he was kissing, his hand wandered lower
and he went under her dress to fondle her crotch. She gave him full access to
her pubic area and he took advantage of it, pushing aside her panties to play
with her snatch. She was enjoying the sensation of Bob's fingers around her
pussy, but when he attempted to put a finger inside, he discovered she was too
tight. He asked her if she had ever had sex with a boy and she said she hadn't.
He asked her if she was sure she wanted to continue. Saying she did, Bob helped
her out of her panties and dress. He then placed his finger inside the opening
of her pussy and started to push it in and out. Mary was enjoying the
sensation, except when he kept pushing against the resistance of her hymen. He
kept up the assault on her cherry until it gave way under a sudden thrust of
his finger. Mary cried out softly, and he tried to soothe her by kissing and
licking her cunt. He could taste the blood of her broken cherry and felt a
little guilty, but soon she started to moan and whimper, so he decided she
would get over it.

Kneeling over her, he inserted his penis where his tongue had just been, and as
he pushed his cock into her pussy, Mary grabbed his hips and helped pull him
in. She was very tight and it was difficult to get his large dick into her at
the beginning. It took nearly five minutes of gentle stroking to finally get
all of him inside her. Mary was almost swooning from the pleasurable feel of
having a cock up her cunt, and she had several orgasms before Bob finally
pulled out and shot his come between her legs. She wanted more of his dick, but
he wouldn't put it back in until he coaxed her into sucking the rest of his
come out of his prick. She had never done it before, but was willing to try.

When she tried to get the head of his dick in her mouth, she understood why she
had so much trouble taking it into her snatch the first time. She got into her
work and had the ability to insert it far down her throat. Bob was in ecstasy,
feeling the suction of Mary's mouth on his cock. She instinctively knew how to
suck dick and managed to make Bob orgasm again. After draining his dick she
begged him to put it inside of her again. He gladly obliged and humped her
until she had a shattering orgasm which left her momentarily senseless. He
withdrew his prick from her wonderfully tight box and put his clothes back on.
He then attempted to dress her, but had only managed to get her legs into her
panties before Steve and Martha returned. When Steve saw his sister lying on
the grass, naked, he had a surge of anger, but Bob cooled him down by reminding
Steve he had just finished fucking his sister. Steve apologized, but could not
take his eyes off his sister's twat. Mary started coming around and, when she
realized Steve and Martha were back, she couldn't help commenting about Steve
wasn't the only one in the family getting laid tonight. Making no attempt to
cover her body, she stared back at Steve.

Bob asked Martha how things went and she gave him a smile. He assumed she was
happy with the action tonight and asked if she were ready to go home. She said
she was, so they said their good-byes to Steve and Mary. When they got a ways
off, Bob told Martha he wanted to sneak back and watch what Steve was up to.
Martha said she wanted to go with him. They crept back to where they could see
Steve standing over his sister. He was talking to her, but she was lying like
she had been, all laid out with her legs open. They couldn't hear what was
being said, but pretty soon Steve took his pants down and knelt between Mary's
legs. Bob and Martha could see him humping Mary, so they crept back out of
hearing, then they started toward home. On the way, Bob and Martha discussed
the events of the night. Martha revealed the fact Steve was not very good at
sex. He had managed to come, but left Martha on the edge. She commented, that
Mary was probably going to remember Bob's dick long after Steve finished with
her. Telling Martha about his screwing of Mary, he asked Martha if she needed
to come. She said she did, so Bob found a place in the bushes and screwed her
to orgasm. They then continued their journey home.

Chapter 9

The next morning, Saturday, Sally managed to get together with each of her
brothers and sister during the morning chores. She heard all about their
escapades of the night before, but remained mum about her involvement with Sam,
having sex with him most of the night, and having to promise Ruth she would try
to get her and Bob together. It was agreed upon, by the siblings, that a trip
to the creek on Sunday would be nice, and Sally had a plan in mind.

The next afternoon, with their parents getting ready to lie down for their nap,
the four teenagers went off toward the creek. Upon their arrival, they found
Ruth waiting for them. The others thought their enjoyment would be dampened by
her presence, but Sally explained that Ruth wanted to "talk" to Bob. Bob and
Ruth went off, leaving Sally with Jim and Martha. They took full advantage of
the time they had.

When Ruth and Bob got off by themselves, she wasted no time explaining what she
wanted, since Bob had a hard-on already. They made out for a few minutes, then
fondled each other (Ruth enjoying the large dick Bob had.) until it progressed
into better things. Ruth lay back on the ground and allowed Bob to have access
to her pussy. Bob put his head between her thighs, and licked and sucked on her
twat until she came, he then put his cock into her cunt and humped her until
they both came. Bob was told keep it in when he orgasmed, so he did. It was a
delicious feeling, having a cunt spasming on his prick as he shot his jism deep
into Ruth. They lay together on the ground for a few minutes with Bob still
deeply encased in Ruth's slippery cunt. He remained hard and she had a
difficult time not moving. Presently, Bob began to stroke in and out of her
again and he made it last for a long time before they both came again. Ruth
felt fully sated and Bob was trying to save himself for Irene, on Tuesday, so
they took a quick dip in the creek and got dressed.

As they finished dressing, they heard Sally calling them. They answered and
were soon joined by Sally, Jim and Martha. Everyone sat around with grins on
their faces, until Ruth said "OK, I just screwed Bob! Is anyone going to
object?" She knew Sally wouldn't, but was unprepared for the answers she got
from Jim and Martha. Jim said he wanted a shot at her too. Martha said Ruth had
cheated her out of a chance to be screwed by Bob. Ruth was shocked at first,
but soon recovered. She said she envied all of them, for their "close-knit"
relationship. She then asked Jim what he was waiting for, as she stripped her
bathing suit off again.

As Jim climbed between Ruth's legs, Martha was taking out Bob's pecker and
sucking on it. Sally stood back and watched until she got horny, then she sat
on Bob's face and had him suck on her clit until she came. Then Bob pushed
Martha down and fucked her until she was writhing in orgasmic pleasure. By that
time it was getting late, so they all took a swim and then went home.

On the following Tuesday, Bob left for his math tutoring. His mother had
admonished him to work hard on his tutoring and he had made a solemn promise to
do so. Arriving at the home of the town barber, he was shown into the living
room by Irene. She had math books and papers scattered on top of her coffee
table, but she led him through the living room and into the bedroom. She didn't
want to waste time, so she immediately started to help Bob out of his clothes.
When she got to his undershorts, she gave his dick an appreciative squeeze as
she took them off.

Now that he was nude, she came up to him and began kissing him. Bob returned
the kisses with much ardor and was rubbing her ass with his hands and pushing
his erect penis against the front of her dress. After a few minutes, she
stepped away and began undressing herself, making sure Bob was seeing every bit
of skin as it was revealed. When her tits were uncovered, Bob could not believe
they could be so big and still not sag. Irene's boobs were the largest he had
ever seen.

As soon as he could get his hands on them, Bob began to caress and kiss her
breasts. She let him do this while she was standing up, in front of the bed.
After he had covered her tits with kisses and had sucked on the nipples, she
led him onto the bed, where he put his hand between her legs and felt her twat.
It was very wet and open.

He kissed his way down to her snatch and began to eat her. Irene went crazy,
telling him her husband would not do that, and she wanted it so bad. He made
her come twice with his mouth, then he slipped his prick into her hot pussy and
began to stroke her slow and deep. Irene was moaning and sighing, as he see-
sawed his big prick in and out of her box. She kept coming and he kept pumping,
until he built up to a tremendous orgasm. He had asked her if she wanted him to
take it out when he came, but she was so delirious from passion she could not
comprehend what he was saying. He took a chance and shot his sperm deep into
her cunt.

As they rested from their exertions, he asked her if she minded, when he came
in her. She said it didn't matter, since she hadn't become pregnant in five
years of marriage. Irene turned and looked at Bob, lying beside her in bed. She
couldn't get over the fact, an entire year of fantasizing had finally come to
reality, and it was even better than she had imagined. She said her husband had
a very tiny dick and he couldn't last more than a minute, without coming, and
then he went limp and couldn't get it up for twenty-four hours. She looked down
and noticed Bob was still rock hard, so she swung her legs over him and lowered
her pussy onto his rampant prick. Riding him to another orgasm, she got off and
had him mount her from behind, fucking her doggy-style. She then asked him to
put his dick in her ass. This was a first for him, but she was the "tutor" and
he was willing to do anything to make her happy. She went wild with his large
cock stuffed up her fundament, and she screamed as each succeeding orgasm
rocked her body.

Finally collapsing in a dead faint, Bob pulled out of her ass. He was concerned
about her, but lay still beside her, listening to her breathing.. They lay like
that for about ten minutes before Irene slowly came around. Opening her eyes,
she looked at Bob with a blank stare, and then slowly a smile came on her face.
She said she thought for a moment, she had dreamed the entire thing. Turning
over, she lay back, reveling in the remembered sensations Bob had given her,
then, glancing at the bedside clock, said, sadly, it was time to quit the
"lessons" for today. When Bob and Irene had dressed and returned to the living
room, she made him solemnly swear to keep this a secret from everyone. Her
entire reputation rested on the shoulders of this young man. He said he
wouldn't tell anyone, but knowing his brother and sisters would expect a full
account of his activities. They made a date for the next Tuesday and she gave
him some math homework, just to keep up appearances. She kissed him gently,
gave his cock a last squeeze, thanking him for everything, as he went out the
door.

Chapter 10

Re-united with his siblings, they pumped him for information. He was reluctant
to say anything, until he extracted a vow of secrecy from each of them. Bob
fucked Irene for the rest of the summer and managed to get with her a couple of
times a month, until he graduated from high school and moved away from home. He
did have to miss out on a few months of sex with her during his senior year.
This was to allow her to go through her last couple months of pregnancy. The
child was Bob's, most likely, but the barber was one of the proudest father's
in town, showing off the little red-haired boy. The red hair was the result, he
said, of his wife's auburn hair and his sandy hair. Irene was a good mother and
told all the townspeople how happy she was, after waiting so long for her and
her husband to have a child. The only ones to suspect otherwise were Irene, Bob
and (unknown to Irene) his brother and sisters. Bob went away to college, and
settled, afterward, in a small town not far from home, but he made regular
trips to see his family, and occasionally, Irene

Jim and Bernie started to go steady during the next school year, and were true
to each until they married after graduation. Jim was true to her except for the
screwing he would occasionally gave to his sisters. Jim became the deputy to
his father-in-law and was elected to replace him when Bernie's father retired.
Bernie never knew about the family sex, until she and Jim had been married five
years, then he told her all about it, so she would allow Jim to give Martha an
occasional fuck, since she became a spinster. Bernie was a good sport about it,
and sometimes wondered about what life would have been like if she had had
brothers. She even thought about whether brothers-in-law counted. Martha could
never find anyone to measure up, sexually, to her dear brothers, though she
tried hard. She went away to school, but later returned, still single, but
having tasted the fruits of a goodly number of the young men at college. She
stayed in town, opening her own real estate business, and living, by all
outward appearances, a celibate life. But she did have her lovers. Even Bob,
when he made his frequent trips home, would make sure Martha was getting her
fill of cock. What no one knew, except for Martha and Sally, was that Bob's
son, by Irene, was screwing Martha by the time he was fourteen. What thrilled
Martha most, was he had inherited his biological father's male equipment.

Sam left for his senior year in college and Sally managed to have Ruth pass a
few letters between them. After he graduated, he came back and asked Sally to
marry him. Her parents were wondering where this man had come from and why he
had asked Sally to marry him. Since he had a degree and a good job offer, they
agreed to the marriage. She traveled around with Sam until they settled down in
their house. For a few years after their marriage, Ruth used to come and spend
time with them. Now that Sam and Sally were married, Ruth did not ask for a
"roll in the hay" for old times sake, but they used to get randy by talking
about the old days and Sam and Sally would rush off to the bedroom, leaving
Ruth to fend for herself. She managed nicely.

Epilog

Sally finished her story, as we relaxed in my bed after a long slow screw
session. It was time, she reminded me, to discuss what we were going to do
about Julie: We could continue to pretend Sally was ignorant of Julie and I,
but that would undermine the bond of trust and confidence between them. I
suggested we have a "discovery," where Sally comes home early one day and finds
us in bed together. Sally kind of liked that, but the straight forward approach
appealed to her more: We should all get together and I admit I'm balling both
of them, and then work out a schedule, so I didn't die from too much nooky.
Besides, Sally said, maybe now, Julie would allow some of her boyfriends to
screw her, since I had taken her cherry. I agreed with her. We got up, dressed,
and went over to Sally's.

When we were inside, Sally left me downstairs, while she went to wake up Julie.
She found her combing her hair, after taking a shower. She asked Julie, if she
would just throw a robe on, and come down stairs. The two women in my sex life
came downstairs together, and when Julie saw me, she looked a little worried.
Sally immediately put her at ease by kissing her and telling her everything was
O.K, and she approved of my making love to her. Julie was relieved at this news
and immediately came over and sat on my lap. Her mother noted the air of
possessiveness, and told her there was enough for the two of them.

Sally asked Julie if she was considering letting any of her boyfriends get
lucky, now she was no longer a virgin. Julie replied that she probably would,
but much preferred me. Reminding Julie it was a lot easier for her to find a
stud than it was for her mother, she shouldn't be so damn hoggish. Julie
demurred, saying she owed her mother that much consideration. So, it was set
up, so that the spoils: that's me, would be shared equally among the two of
them. I gave Julie about seventy per cent of the cock she had, until she found
her future husband. During that time, I was also a frequent visitor to Sally.
Neither of us had many outside relationships and when Julie moved in with her
future husband, I sold my house and bought half interest in Sally's place,
where we still live together.

Next, I'm waiting for Sally to plan a trip back to her home town. Then, I will
get a chance to meat... errr... meet her sister Martha.


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