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Happy Days
by Anonymous Author (c) 1994

***

At age 17 (in 1956) something happened that changed the 
lives of my twin sister, a few of our friends and me of 
course. I have tried to be honest in this story, but 
have used some 'poetic license' wherever it was needed. 
Conversations are not totally as the words were indeed 
spoken, but the content is very close. 
 
The first time I wrote this story, it was my first 
writing attempt. Many things were left out. I am taking 
my time and trying to recreate the entire story. I have 
changed the names of my characters not because any of 
them might object, but because I respect their privacy. 
Yes all six of us are (or were) real people. We are 
still very close to this day.

***

*** Chapter One - It All Begins


The 50's were a wonderful time to be a teenager. I feel 
so fortunate to have been one during that truly 'Happy 
Days' era. 

I honestly can't remember a time in my life when I 
didn't like sex or at least have sexual thoughts. My 
earliest recollections were with Sharon, the girl 
across the street, along with my twin sister Ellen. We 
were all 6 years old, Sharon being about 2 months 
younger than Ellen and myself; I was the oldest by 15 
minutes. 

We lived in a fairly rural area. Every yard was on at 
least an acre of property. We played at Sharon's 
because she had more trees and buildings in her yard, 
plus her yard was all fenced in. Her mother liked 
having us around to keep her company and would make 
sure we had plenty of Kool-Aid to drink. 

As I said, we were all 6 years old. I was born in 1939, 
so this was about 1946. I don't ever remember Sharon's 
mom coming out to see if we were okay. I guess the 
sound of us laughing and chatting was all she needed to 
keep 'an eye on us.' 

We mostly played in her sandbox and in the playhouse 
her dad had built for her. It was in this playhouse 
that we discovered a new game, 'Doctor'. I was the 
doctor and the girls traded places being the nurse and 
patient. 

When a patient came in, she had to remove her clothes, 
and the doctor would 'examine' her. We had a plastic 
stethoscope, and we would use ice-cream sticks to 
examine down throats. The examinations would always end 
with the doctor checking the patient's pee-pee. 
We played enough times that after the first day I could 
tell that there was a difference between Ellen's and 
Sharon's. Not a lot of difference, but enough. This was 
really neat. 

I mentioned this about the third time Ellen was the 
patient, and asked my nurse to remove her clothes to 
see for herself. The person who says when you've seen 
one, you've seen them all was wrong. Even the two of 
them noticed small differences. Ellen seemed to have 
small folds of skin that stuck between her 'crack' (or 
between her two outer lips) while Sharon's just came 
together very smoothly.

The girls were getting tired of this game for the time 
being and insisted that since the doctor was always 
seeing their pee-pee's, they should get a chance to see 
his. For Ellen this was no big deal. She and I were 
still taking baths together. But Sharon was an only 
child, so she had never seen anything like what I had, 
not even her father's by accident.

I pulled off my pants and took off my shirt, standing 
before the two of them in my shoes and socks. Sharon 
was really intrigued; this was something she couldn't 
believe existed. I remember her touching it and jumping 
when it moved, I don't remember if it moved because her 
hand was cold, or just because she touched it. When she 
jumped back, she and Ellen started to laugh. So Ellen 
touched it and again it moved on it's own. I sure 
wasn't doing anything. Again they both laughed. 

It was about this time because of the several glasses 
of Kool-Aid I had that I had to go pee. I couldn't go 
into the house because I didn't have clothes on, and I 
couldn't go in the Playhouse. 

The playhouse was built with a front door that could be 
seen from the back porch of the real house, and a back 
door that looked on to the garage. There was grass 
between the garage and it. So I opened the back door 
and was holding my self in preparation to go. Both 
girls ran to see what I was doing. I remember telling 
them I had to go pee. They wanted to watch since I had 
something to hang onto when I went. They oo'ed and 
aw'ed as the steady stream squirted out of my full inch 
of manliness.

Nothing much happened the rest of the day. But from 
that time on, playing doctor always included the doctor 
getting undressed for the two nurses. We never 
considered that one of them could be the doctor. 

One day, because I had peed again in front of the two 
of them, Sharon got brave and said she had to go too. 
Ellen agreed that she had to go. I went first and after 
I finished I was shaking the last drops out. Neither of 
the girls had seen me do this the first time, so this 
was a novelty to them. 

Sharon decided she was going to try to go standing up 
like I did. She tried but it was such an unfamiliar 
position for her, she just couldn't go. So she squatted 
down and went. When she was finished, she shook her 
rear end, to try to get the last drops out. Ellen asked 
her what she was doing, and she told her. 

Ellen thought this was great, so she squatted down and 
let a solid stream go. When she was finished she 
reached down and pushed on her pussy to try to get the 
last drops out. Sharon and I didn't realize it at the 
time, but Ellen's had had hit a sensitive spot and she 
really enjoyed the feeling.

A few days later, when we were together again, Mrs. 
Meyer's (Sharon's mother) had to go to the store, and 
would be gone for a while. She knew we would be fine. 
It was a warm day and we all had been drinking a lot of 
punch, I mean a lot. Within a few minutes of Mrs. Meyer 
driving out of the yard we were all nude and all had to 
go. We really got brave and went between the playhouse 
and the garage out into the open in our 'one button 
suits'. Sharon just couldn't hold it any longer. She 
hated squatting, so she sat on the edge of a wooden box 
and spread her legs. I was so fascinated when I saw her 
pee leave her pussy. It was really neat. I didn't 
understand why it was so neat, but it was. Ellen liked 
the position on the box, so she pulled another box over 
and facing Sharon she spread her legs and let loose. 

It was while watching them that I realized that not 
only did their pee-pee's look different, but they 
'piddled' different too. Sharon's pee kind of flooded 
out of her, while Ellen's shot out like mine.

Really strange, and I pointed this out to them. Sharon 
had never noticed anything unusual. Neither did Ellen. 
They had never watched another girl go before, so the 
way they peed was the way they thought every woman did. 
I have learned over the years that not all women do in 
fact pee the same. They even make different sounds when 
the pee, or I should say the sound of their peeing is 
different one from another. 

This was so much fun that none of us could wait until 
we had to go again. That time came soon enough. 

Sharon had to go again. Her mother still hadn't come 
back home so we had been playing in the protected area 
all this time without our clothes on. She went over to 
her new 'potty seat' and was ready to go again. I 
stopped her and pointed out for Ellen and her to pay 
close attention to the difference between their peeing. 

And then I did something that I had not even done while 
playing doctor. Sharon sat on the edge of the box with 
her legs spread. She was ready to go. Then I reached my 
hands down and spread the lips of her pussy apart. 

I had never touched her or Ellen that way before and 
don't know why I did it, but I did. Sharon instead of 
being upset just looked up at me and smiled. While I 
was holding her two lips apart, I could see where the 
pee was coming from. It was a little hole just like the 
one at the end of my pee-pee. I called Ellen over to 
look and she was absolutely shocked. She never imagined 
that that was where it came from. She had never seen 
hers of course and never even thought about it. Sharon 
wanted to see the pee come out of Ellen's hole, so she 
had me hold Ellen's lips apart.

I had mentioned the differences between the two 
pussies, well the location of their urethras were also 
slightly different. Ellen's hole was much closer to the 
top than Sharon's and when I was holding her 'lips' 
apart, there was more 'meat' there. She seemed to have 
two sets of lips. I held them apart as she let loose a 
solid stream. With my help, she could pee almost as far 
as I could. 

The only other games we ever played with peeing was 
seeing if we could pee together and all hit the same 
area. We gathered in a circle and tried to splash our 
streams together. 

I don't know what stopped us from our games; I guess it 
was the summer ending and school starting. 

Ellen and I continued to bath together until we were 8. 
Mom never saw any harm in it. 

We also shared the same bedroom until we were 9. Twins 
seem to be very close even when they are opposite sex 
twins. This was very much the case with Ellen and 
myself (and still is today). Most of the nights, we 
would end up in bed together. We just seemed to sleep a 
lot better when we were there together. 

Both of us give off a lot of body heat when we are 
asleep. Mom made me wear flannel pajamas, and Ellen 
wore an ankle length flannel nightgown. So in our sleep 
we would get rid of the extra clothing. I would wake up 
in the morning with the two of us snuggled together. 
The most sexual part of this was as I was getting my 
"little-boy hard ons" Ellen developed a habit of 
reaching down and hanging on to it. I also developed a 
habit of resting my hand on her pussy and sometimes 
between her legs. I never remember penetrating it with 
my fingers, and I don't think either one of us knew 
what we were doing or why we were doing it.

We were never caught in bed together. Dad used to call 
us from downstairs to wake us up, while mom was fixing 
breakfast.

The big change came in 1948. My dad was extremely good 
with his hands. When he got out of the Navy, he 
mortgaged our home and built a small fabrication shop 
in town. When we started school, mom would work in the 
office for him. We would go from school to the shop and 
ride home from there. 

Dad's business grew very rapidly. His skill and mom's 
integrity with customers were an unbeatable team. I 
should give some time about my mother because it 
explains a lot about my early teen years. 

My mother was a devout Christian lady. We went to 
Sunday school, and then church every Sunday, and back 
for the "evening service", and every Wednesday for "mid 
week service". Our church didn't allow for smoking, 
drinking, dancing, etc. They were strict. Mother used 
to make it a point to tithe 10% of the family business' 
income to the church. It seemed to work, because we 
made really big money all the time I was growing up.

He started the business in 1945, and by 1948, we had 
enough money to have a swimming pool built in our 
backyard. Not only that, but a small 'guest house' was 
built next to the pool. This was to be my residence 
until I left for Dental School. My 'digs' consisted of 
a living room, with a small kitchen, and a wonderful 
bedroom. The only restrictions for me were to not touch 
the stove; I could decorate my room any way I wanted. 
There was another door from my room that led to a large 
bathroom. It was oversized because it had a second 
door, which led to the pool and was used as a dressing 
room and bathroom for anyone using the pool.

Next to my bed was a vent on the floor between the 
bathroom and my bedroom. If I would lie on my stomach, 
I had an unobstructed view of the bathroom. I could see 
the toilet, door, and front of the shower. I could also 
hear everything that went on in the bathroom. 

This had some great moments for me too. I soon became a 
real live peeping tom. Mother had a bunch of the ladies 
over from church when we first built the pool. 

I was asked to stay in my room while the ladies were 
using the pool. Her church did not allow 'mixed 
bathing' among single people. I guess I might see 
something I wasn't allowed to see. 

I stayed in my room and lay down by the grill. I did 
see more than I was supposed to see. I couldn't believe 
that they all had to completely undress from their 
swimsuits, just to take a pee (guys are so lucky). 
There were about a dozen of them that first day, and I 
saw all dozen at least two or three times. 

The only negative was that these were all old women in 
their late twenties and early thirties. I really 
couldn't wait until some young ones came in. This was 
the first time I ever saw pubic hair on women. A couple 
of them showered, and that was another treat. I did get 
very hard when they peeled off their suits and just 
stood there in the nude. 

I also learned a couple other things that day. Not all 
women sound the same when they pee. And when a woman 
shits, it doesn't smell any nicer than when a man 
shits. The grill worked both ways and I would catch the 
fragrance as it drifted through the grill. This was 
also the first time in my life I ever saw a woman 
change her Kotex, and tampon. The pastor's wife came 
into the bathroom. She hadn't been swimming with the 
others and was dressed in a Sundress. I saw her lift up 
her dress and pull down her panties. I was surprised 
that she too had pubic hair, and that she wore regular 
panties like the other women. But instead of sitting on 
the toilet, she squatted in front of it and I thought 
she was going to play with herself. But soon I saw her 
pull this white thing out of herself. 

It was a string with something white on the end. I 
couldn't tell at the time, but it did look like there 
was blood on it. Then I saw her reach in her purse for 
this tube and push the tube inside of herself. This was 
really a weird behavior for the pastor's wife. She 
wrapped the white thing in toilet paper and tossed it 
into my trashcan. 

There was one other woman who did something weird. 

When she came in to pee, she had a big bandage under 
her panties. It was pinned to an elastic band around 
her waste. She peed and then took the old bandage off 
the elastic and got a new one from her purse and 
replaced it. She wrapped the old one in toilet paper 
and tossed it into my trashcan. I remember wondering 
how she got hurt 'down there' that she would be 
bleeding. I had not been told about periods yet.

When the 'party' was over and everyone had gone, I 
locked the door to the outside (this was what I was 
supposed to do anyway), and looked at the trashcan. I 
saw the two bundles of wrapped toilet paper. Filled 
with curiosity, I unwrapped the large one. As I had 
suspected, there was blood on it. I also saw two pubic 
hairs stuck to the sides and so I removed them and 
carried them to a safe place. I returned and saw what 
the pastor's wife had removed from herself. It was 
really bloody. I remember thinking to myself that she 
deserved that for shoving that tube inside of herself. 
She shouldn't be putting things up there like that; 
they could hurt her even worse.

If there was a non-church group using the pool, I could 
join in. I would swim for a while and usually excuse 
myself to go to my viewing room. 

My first real lesson in sex came from my cousin 
Delores. I had three female cousins (on my dad's side 
of the family), two older than me and one my age. 

Delores was 5 years older than me. I had turned ten and 
she was 15. Rita was 3 years older and Corine was two 
months younger. 

We were swimming one day when I got out of the pool and 
laid on the grass. For some reason my cock decided to 
get erect. Delores came by me and looked down at my 
trunks. "What's that all about Bill?"

I had no idea what she was talking about, "what?"

"Your peter is big and erect. Why?"

"Oh that. I don't know why." This wasn't the truth 
completely.

I had an idea why because of what I had learned from my 
friends. But a boner was worthless to me. I couldn't 
pee when it was hard, and you certainly couldn't run 
with one.

Ellen, Rita and Corine were still in the pool. Delores 
was baby-sitting us this particular afternoon. She told 
the girls that she had to help me with my homework and 
didn't want us interrupting. With that she made me go 
to my room and followed me in locking the door behind 
her.

"You do know what a hard peter is for don't you? Come 
on, the truth. I want you to know."

"Well. It's for making babies in women."

"How is that done," she asked.

"I think the man touches his thing against the woman's 
and squirts some stuff on it."

"That's close, but not quite complete. Take off your 
trunks."

I was shocked. I hadn't undressed in front of a girl 
for a couple of years now, or almost. But she 
persisted, so I removed them. By now I was soft again. 

But Delores sat on the bed and made me stand in front 
of her. She proceeded to play with my cock. I had to 
admit it felt really good. It was cold from the water 
and her hands were warm. And then she bent down and 
kissed it. I wasn't sure what that was all about, but 
it did feel nice. She then put it in her mouth and 
started to suck on it. Now she was doing something that 
was totally nasty. I peed from that, and she was 
putting it in her mouth. "You shouldn't put that in 
your mouth," I told her.

"Doesn't that feel good?"

"Yes"

"Grown up women always do that for their men."

I guess I could get used to that. I know my cock could 
get used to it, because it was really getting big. 

When it got really big, Delores took her suit off. By 
now I had seen a lot of women nude. I was used to the 
idea of the existence of pubic hair. "Bill have you 
ever seen a woman's pussy before?"

I had, but one -- I wasn't familiar with the term, and 
two -- I would never give away my peeping spot, so I 
smiled and said, "Of course. Spider was outside near 
the pool, sleeping."

Delores laughed out loud. "No. That's a cat. I mean 
this," and she rolled onto her back and spread her 
legs.

I had seen more than I was supposed to by this age, but 
this was even more interesting. It sure looked a whole 
lot more complicated than I remembered Ellen's being. 

"Take a closer look"

I moved in closer to study the whole picture. I was 
close enough that I could smell her. I had never 
smelled a woman's pussy before, but no one in the world 
needed to tell me what I was smelling, instinct took 
over and for the first time in my young life I was 
smelling sex, and I loved it.

"You can touch it, if you want to."

If I wanted to? Are you kidding? This was so 
fascinating I couldn't believe it. I touched around it 
softly and reservedly. It was really wet. I thought she 
was peeing on my bed, but I didn't care. "Put your 
finger inside."

"Inside?" I thought, "You mean it goes deep inside? 
Deep enough for my finger?" Then I remembered the 
pastor's wife putting that tube inside of her, and I 
moved my finger inside Delores' pussy. What a feeling. 
It was wet and warm. Even at my age, I knew this was a 
place I wanted to crawl up into and stay for a while. 
This felt really neat.

"Are you enjoying yourself Bill?"

I was enthusiastic, "this is wonderful. I can't believe 
how nice this feels here. I could keep my finger here 
all day."

"A man's finger doesn't go in there. Something else 
does. Do you want to try it?"

Delores was not a dog. She was (and still is) a very 
beautiful person. She helped me get into position and 
with her hand she guided me into her. This was heaven. 
I couldn't believe I was actually "fucking a woman." 

I did for a while. But I hadn't even wanked off, so I 
wasn't sure what to expect from myself. I didn't come 
this time, but it was still a great feeling to try. 

That was the first time with Delores. There were other 
'lessons'. Delores was really popular at school. By the 
standards of those days, she was fairly promiscuous. 
But by today's standards, she was normal. 

Her father, my uncle was Korean, so she had the typical 
Eurasian beauty; long black hair, brown eyes, and 
delicate facial features.

Over the next few weeks, she became my mentor. The 
reason she did this, was the thrill of 'training' a man 
the way she wanted him trained. I learned a lot in 
those few weeks, and was sworn to total secrecy. I 
finally learned what the bandages I had seen women 
wearing were all about (I had seen this several times 
by now, and had gotten several pubic hairs from them 
over the weeks. What I thought I would do with them I 
don't know. But I did save them.) and what the tubes 
were for. 

Delores taught me about oral sex and 'rimming'. She 
instructed me in the correct way to masturbate. I was 
an eager student.

I have no idea where this would have gone except for 
the fact that my aunt and uncle moved to a city some 30 
miles away a few month's later. I do know that this 
threw Delores for a massive loss. She was really 
popular at high school and now she was starting all 
over. Her grades fell, her attitude got bad, and she 
got pregnant. In those days, pregnancy out of wedlock 
was a mortal sin. I give my mother a lot of credit. 

Even though this was totally against everything she 
believed in, she was the most understanding and 
supportive of Delores. When the baby was born, she was 
the one who helped Delores raise her daughter.

We had a big birthday party a few years ago for 
Delores. She turned 60 (Sept. 1994). I was able to get 
'back home' to attend. She was the one who picked me up 
at the airport. On our way back down along the San 
Francisco bay on the peninsula, she got off the freeway 
and pulled in front of a small home. 

"I need to check on Jennifer's home. Why don't you come 
with me while I check to see if everything is all 
right. She is in Europe for a few weeks and I promised 
to water the lawn and flowers and check the house."

Delores had been divorced from Ron for almost ten 
years. He had been a heavy drinker, and I was to find 
out he had been impotent for the last 15 years. Before 
we went into the house, Delores turned on the 
sprinklers, "we need to stay here for a little while so 
the lawn can get watered."

I was soon to find out that this was a well-conceived 
plan by her.

She made it very obvious that she wanted something 
physical from me.

"Do you remember when we were kids? And all the things 
I taught you about sex? I was curious if you have used 
those skills and learned some new ones."

She didn't give me a chance to answer. She was 
practically undressed while she was talking to me. 
Time has been known to rob the human body of some of 
its esthetic beauty. Wrinkles have been known to creep 
onto the human flesh, parts of the body sag a bit more, 
and a layer of fat can be seen to exist in some areas 
never before occupied by it. But for her age, Delores 
was exquisite. If there was a centerfold for an AARP 
magazine, she was the candidate for the year. 

Her breasts showed absolutely little if any sag. They 
were always nicely shaped anyway, but they seemed 
almost youthful. She had a very small number of stretch 
marks (after 4 babies). As she pulled off her panties 
to reveal her bush I could plainly see that her hair 
was being nicely dyed. Her pubic hair was 'salt and 
pepper' (But then mine was getting that way too.)

I could never say no to her, and that was one afternoon 
I will never forget. I had indeed learned some tricks 
she hadn't taught me, and she had learned some tricks 
she had learned after my lessons. The nice thing about 
our ages was that we had no fears whatsoever of 
consequences. She was so good that it would be worth 
the airfare from Los Angeles to San Francisco just to 
spend another afternoon with her. The afternoon was 
important for both of us.

After my cousins moved, sexual thrills were mostly 
visual. I had a couple of very close friends who knew 
about my viewing area. Both Terry and Dean would find 
reasons to do their homework at my house when the 
weather got nice and my sister had friends over for a 
swim. We would study and the moment we heard the door 
of the shower room open, our books would go down on the 
bed and we would 'hit the deck'. The three of us saw 
one heck of a lot of pussy over the next few years. And 
my grades were outstanding.

In the summer of 1953, I had finished my freshman year 
of high school. As was the routine with my mother, we 
were going to spend one week at a church youth camp, 
and the following two weeks at family church camp. 

These camps were held at the churches campgrounds in 
the mountains. I did enjoy the camps. It gave me a 
chance to renew my friendships with kids from other 
cities in Northern California.

The camp was in a really nice setting, and there was a 
lot of activity all the time. During the family camps I 
learned that if I worked in the kitchen, I didn't have 
to sit through the hours of 'Hell fire and Brimstone' 
sermons. And thanks to a science whiz from the central 
valley, Milton, I got some much needed peeping in. 

The shower rooms at the camp were basically four walls 
and no roof. They had 7 or 8 shower nozzles on one wall 
and benches for dressing on the opposite wall. 

Milton had figured out a wonderful spot that the two of 
us could catch a great view of the entire showering 
area of the women's shower room, both where the 
showered and where they undressed.

The two of us would volunteer to wash the pots and 
pans, that way we were always the last two in the 
kitchen. We would work really hard to get them clean 
and put away. When we were finished, we would scamper 
over to the shed where our viewing area was, and get on 
the roof. It was a perfect place because no one went 
into shed and the trees covered the front of it. 

Milton had two telescopes with him, and permission from 
his parents to do star gazing at night. 

We did gazing, but never saw any stars. I had a better 
view in my room, but this was more comfortable, and the 
subjects were varied. I couldn't believe how some women 
looked in the nude. Our viewing place was about fifty 
feet from the shower area, and with the telescopes, you 
could count the wrinkles and freckles on the women's 
bodies. 

By now I had mastered the art of wanking off. And had 
become quite proficient at it. I wanted to do so in the 
worse way on several occasions the first night. 
Especially when Martha from Modesto stepped into the 
shower. She undressed very slowly as if she was putting 
on a show for us. She was 18 and ready to go to 
college. She was at least six feet tall, and was 
breathtaking. She had breasts that stood straight out 
from her body. 

For some weird reason, she grabbed the nipples on her 
breasts and pulled on them. The look she had on her 
face was not very saintly. Obviously what she was doing 
felt good. She got into the water and washed her pussy. 

After rinsing it she proceeded to masturbate. I had 
honestly never seen a woman do this before and almost 
creamed in my pants. I'm not so sure Milton didn't. She 
didn't reach an orgasm, or at least I don't think so. 
She kept watching the door to see if anyone was going 
to enter and catch her.

After she left I looked over to Milton. He looked like 
he was going to pass out. "That was unbelievable," he 
uttered. "I have heard of women doing that, but to see 
it."

We saw some of the older ladies too. Old Granny Johns. 
I think she had to be in her late 70's. She spent more 
time getting all her clothes off than most women spent 
getting wet. She had layers of clothes on. And when she 
was finally nude, she ran to the shower and set the 
world's record for the shortest shower in history. She 
acted like she would go to Hell if another woman saw 
her body.

I'm sure all her sexual activity was done in the dark.
The younger women would shower together and this made 
for a nice treat. Milton and I were able to make 
comparisons of women when they were nude together. 
We had timed it that we could stay in our area for 
about hour and a half. After that I had to go to 
evening service. And every night at evening service, 
I'd get under conviction so badly about what I was 
doing that I'd go forward to be 'saved' again.

Nevertheless, I was back on the lookout the next night. 
This spot finally was torn down to make way for new 
cabins. But it was so much fun while it lasted. Milton 
and I saw well over a couple hundred women shower over 
those two years of peeping.


*** Chapter two - At 17 It Begins


Ellen was never aware of the grill in my bedroom. She nor 
anyone other than Milton ever knew about the campground 
spying. I have no idea what Ellen's sexuality was like 
during this time. Mine was raging out of control 
constantly. 

I had gotten to a point where I couldn't wait for a pool 
party to happen. I had gotten pretty good at identifying 
various women by the sound they made when they peed. I 
had built up an impressive collection of pubic hair which 
I kept in a small box on my desk, which I marked 'paper 
clips'. I was wanking off on a regular basis, especially 
when Ellen had her friends over for swimming parties.

I didn't spend all of my time this way. I was also 
involved very much in boy scouts. Terry and I were Eagle 
Scouts at the same time. He was my fishing and camping 
buddy. We were great campers by age 16. 

**

Our family business had grown and was still a success. 
Our parents were working harder than ever it seemed. But 
neither one of them ever complained to us two kids. Mom 
almost died giving us life and she loved us very much. 
She wanted us to have very normal teenaged lives and to 
enjoy our high school years with our friends. 

Only during the summer was I required to work in the 
shop. And at that it was three days a week. Dad wanted me 
to do well in school and work with "my mind and not my 
hands." The only time I ever saw him cry was the day I 
got my D.D.S. It was like he wanted to say it was worth 
it all.

Ellen and I had the responsibility of taking care of the 
house and yard. One day I was shoveling dirt to clear a 
pathway from the side yard to the back. Dad and I would 
pour concrete there the next day. There was a stone sunk 
deeply into the dirt. I put a lot of pressure on it and 
the stone went flying hitting the bathroom window. It 
created a triangular shaped hole in the window, about and 
inch and a half high by two inches long. When dad came 
home that night I told him about it and he just said we 
would fix it some day.

The next week Sharon was spending the night with Ellen. 
My parents were going to be at a missionary convention 
over the weekend and we were left alone. I had seen 
Sharon's body several times over the years, and would do 
anything to see it again. I lamented over the fact that 
we had stopped playing doctor. She was awesome. She stood 
about 5'5", with long blonde hair, and killer blue eyes. 
She was a cheerleader at school and the one girl most of 
the guys at school wanted to capture in the back seat of 
their car.

We were playing a board game and watching television that 
evening. Ellen and Sharon decided they were tired and 
needed to go to bed. We were taught to shower before 
going to bed, so I knew that the two of them would be 
going to the bathroom before going to bed. I said I was 
going to bed also and said good night to the two of them. 
I went out the back door and quietly put a bucket up 
against the window to peek inside the bathroom. I quietly 
climbed onto it and waited. 

I didn't have to wait long. The light came on in the 
bathroom and Sharon came in. She turned the water on in 
the shower and proceeded to undress. I was feeling myself 
get hard in one heck of a hurry. She was completely 
undressed and sat on the toilet to pee. 

About that time my dog biff came charging into me, and 
knocked me off balance. I just knew I had made a world of 
noise when I fell. I scurried to put the bucket back into 
place and ran to the safety of my room. I tried to see if 
the girls had caught me, but I didn't really have a good 
view of the back door from my room without going outside. 
So I just took my shower and went to bed.

I had by now in life gotten over fears of a bogeyman 
getting me, so I never locked the door of my room while I 
was in it. About 3:00 the next morning I woke up to see 
two girls standing over me. It was Sharon and Ellen.

"Did you get your jollies last night," asked Ellen

I knew immediately that to lie was not going to be the 
smart thing to do. "No I didn't. Biff knocked me over too 
soon."

"What did you see then?"

I decided to play a little dumb so that I wouldn't give 
my grill view area away. "I saw Sharon get undressed and 
start to poop."

"I wasn't pooping. I was just piddling."

"Well you wiped yourself."

"Women always wipe themselves after they piddle."

I knew that, but I had to play it dumb. The two of them 
looked so sternly at me. And then Ellen started to laugh. 
"We just thought that since you are so curious about 
girls, we ought to show you." With that, the two of them 
removed their pajamas and stood there in their panties. I 
think it was Ellen's intention to stop there, but Sharon 
removed her panties. Her blonde pubic hair matched the 
hair on her head in color. I wanted to bury my face in 
it. Her breasts were classical in shape and size. She was 
a healthy 17-year-old American girl. 

Ellen stood there stunned. She hadn't planned to go that 
far, but now she felt like she was forced to. Ellen and I 
are twins. I am 12 minutes older than her. But it is not 
only our sex that is different about us. I am 6'2" and 
have been at 210 pounds my entire adult life. Ellen is 
4'11" and to this day does not exceed 95 pounds. She has 
coal black hair. 

Dad called her his 'Raven haired' beauty, with deep blue 
eyes. Her skin was milk white, and her breasts were small 
with the highly appreciated puffy nipples. (I say this in 
the past tense since I haven't seen her nude since she 
got married.)

Her pubic hair was also coal black, and very dense, even 
at 17. I knew this from seeing her shower in my bathroom. 
But now she was going to strip in front of me, and I 
would see her legitimately.

As she removed her panties, I let out a sigh. A weird 
thought flashed through my mind. Those two little dogs in 
the whiskey ad, 'Black and White'. That's what I saw in 
front of me.

"Okay Bill. Are you satisfied?"

I didn't answer. I was too embarrassed and enjoying what 
I was seeing too much to talk.

"I think it's about time you let us see what you look 
like."

I had given up wearing pajamas when I moved out to my 
digs. I kept them handy in case of emergency only. I was 
going to hang onto the covers, but it was too late. The 
covers flew off my body and I lay there stark naked, with 
my penis at half-mast.

There was a moment of silence and then Sharon said, "It 
sure has changed from when we used to play doctor. And 
it's a whole lot bigger than any I've seen while baby 
sitting."

Ellen just stood there frozen. I know what was going on 
in her mind because she and I could read each other's 
minds quite readily. She was caught between all of our 
church teachings and what she was really feeling.

"It's okay Ellen. It's just me."

Ellen finally gained her composure, and moved in for a 
closer look.

"Can you make it squirt?" she asked.

"Yes make it squirt," echoed Sharon.

I was somewhat shocked at this request. I thought they 
were far more advanced than this. But from their looks 
and what they were asking, I had this feeling that they 
were both very virginal.

It doesn't work that way. I have to work it a little to 
make it 'squirt' sperm. They gave me this appreciative 
look as I showed them I knew what I was squirting. 

I know that it seem incredible to people in this day and 
age to imaging 17-year-old girls being virgins. But that 
was very much the case in 1956. A survey of 
schoolteachers revealed that the number one problem in 
school was 'gum chewing in class'. In 1956 we knew the 
one kid on drugs. Shari Pendleton got pregnant and the 
entire school was nonplused. A slut in our school? 
Ridiculous so for these two to be virginal and naive was 
not a surprise. I was just advanced for my age because of 
my peeping spot, and cousin's teaching.

They had pleading looks on their faces. I remembered 
seeing Martha two summers ago in the shower at camp, and 
what a turn on that was. So I said, "I'll masturbate in 
front of you only if you two promise to do the same thing 
in front of me."

If Ellen had pants to wet, they would be soaking. Their 
challenge to me had backfired. I did not back down, but 
matched them and raised the bid.

Since Ellen didn't say anything, Sharon spoke for both of 
them, "fine, you're on."

"No chickening out. It's a promise, fair?"

"Fair," said Sharon.

Ellen was shaking now. Sharon and I both spotted it.

"You've never done it have you Ellen?" asked Sharon.

"No. Mom would kill me if she knew I even thought about 
it."

"Mom would kill you if she saw you standing here right 
now."

"If I go first, then I have as much to lose as you do."

She knew what I was trying to say, and nodded in 
agreement, "okay, I'll try."

I was experienced at jacking off. I had done it for some 
time now. And I had done it in front of guys before. But 
now I had two very curious girls watching me. This was 
not very easy. But I did finally manage to get very stiff 
and was able to work myself into a good rhythm. I shut my 
eyes and went on like the girls weren't there. They stood 
there on either side of my bed and just watched. Soon I 
could feel the pressure building up inside me. When I 
shot, it went a few inches into the air and landed on my 
stomach.

Both girls were speechless as two more shots flew out 
from deep inside me. I relaxed and settled back to earth. 
As I opened my eyes Sharon was bent over my body looking 
at the pools of goo sitting on my body.

"Be careful Sharon, you could get pregnant."

"No you can't. It has to be inside your...you know."

"I guess you're right," said Ellen as she joined the 
viewing.

"It doesn't look dangerous. I don't see the sperm 
swimming in it."

Sharon reached down and scooped up a bit on her finger. 
"What are you doing?" cried out Ellen.

"I've heard my cousins talk about this stuff. They say it 
even tastes good." And with that Sharon put her finger in 
her mouth. She made a funny face, "well tasting good is 
an exaggeration. It's okay, but I wouldn't say it tastes 
good."

Ellen got brave and dipped her finger in and got a big 
blob. She quickly put it into her mouth and tasted it. 
"It's salty. It's not all that bad. I think you have to 
get used to it."

All of this was fine, but they owed me a show now. I got 
up and went into the bathroom to get a washcloth. I 
cleaned up in my room waiting for one of them to make a 
move. "I kept my part of the bargain. Now you two have to 
show me how a girl wacks off."

From the looks I saw in Ellen's face, I knew she had 
never done this before. She looked to Sharon for help. 
They had been up all night planning what they were going 
to do to teach me a lesson and now it was taking a new 
turn that they hadn't counted on. "Okay, but I've never 
done this in front of anyone before."

"I didn't either until just now." This wasn't true, but 
it had been the first time in front of girls.

Sharon got on my bed and put a pillow under her ass. She 
brought her knees up with her feet flat on the bed. Ellen 
sat in a chair and watched from the side. I sat on the 
end of my bed and watched head on. Sharon closed her eyes 
and parted her legs. Her hand moved over her blonde curls 
and onto her pussy. She started to massage her clit using 
only her index finger. She would go over the top of it 
and down into her vagina slightly, then retrace her 
movement back out. 

She didn't vary this movement at all, but continued on 
with her in and out, up and down movements. I immediately 
noticed that there was liquid starting to run down the 
bottom of her pussy to her ass crack. I recognized her 
clit immediately from the descriptions I had heard. It 
wasn't obvious at first, but I knew approximately where 
to look and was able to see it. It was like a small bump 
just above her hole. I also could see her urethra. 

I didn't remember it from when we were younger, but it 
was very plainly visible. Sharon's entire pussy was very 
compact, for lack of another term. Her outer lips were 
thin, and her inner lips were small ridges that met at 
the top not giving her clit a lot of protection (if it 
needs to be protected. Sharon at a later time told me she 
could almost come just by squeezing her legs together 
just right.)

As she was getting closer to coming, her pink complexion 
was turning bright crimson. Her whole body was getting 
agitated and she was moving her knees back and forth 
opening and closing my view of her pussy. With one large 
cry she collapsed dropping her legs flat.

I sat there in amazement. Ellen just sat there. She was 
speechless. She for the first time realized she had the 
ability to do something like this for herself.

"That was outstanding Sharon," I ventured.

"It was a big turn on for me to do it in front of you. I 
guess I'm really wicked."

"No you're not wicked. It was beautiful. What it did for 
you was just beautiful," were the first words from Ellen.

I looked at Sharon. Our eyes locked into each other. Then 
I turned to Ellen. "You don't have to do it Ellen. I 
think Sharon will agree."

"No. I want to try it. Sharon please help me."

Ellen took Sharon's place. Sharon adjusted the pillow. 
Ellen very cautiously moved her legs up. I was still at 
my same vantage point. When Ellen parted her legs and 
revealed her pussy, it was so different from Sharon's. 
Her outer lips were much thicker, and her inner lips 
extended slightly past the outer lips. Her clit was very 
swollen and pronounced. It had to be twice the size of 
Sharon's.

Ellen tried Sharon's technique, but it wasn't comfortable 
for her. She reached under her ass and pulled the pillow 
out. With some experimenting, she dropped her knees and 
laid flat on the bed. She rolled slightly on her side. 
Using her ring finger and index finger she straddles her 
clit between them. She massaged her clit between the two 
fingers, never dipping inside her vagina. She only used 
her clit. About every third thrust along the sides of her 
clit, she would let her middle finger glide over the top 
of it.

Ellen was vocal as she felt her orgasmic pressure build. 
She had never felt this before. 

"I'm going to pee all over your bed. I can't help it. I 
just can't help it," she was saying as she continued on. 
Her legs were shaking and her body was trembling. She was 
crying and moaning like I had never heard her before. 
When she got to her orgasm, she exploded in ecstasy. She 
pressed her thighs tightly together with her hand trapped 
between them. Her snow-white skin became bright red. And 
then she relaxed.

"That was the most intense feeling I have ever had in my 
life," she cried softly. She had genuine tears of joy 
mixed with some guilt. Guilt because that was the way she 
and I had been taught.

After a short pause in time, Sharon looked at me and 
asked, "Are you satisfied?"

"Yes, kind of."

"Kind of? What do you mean?"

"You have no idea how much I want to touch you."

Sharon acted surprised. She was so cute, so refreshingly 
genuine in her attitude. If you've ever known a truly 
beautiful woman who doesn't know it or take advantage of 
her beauty to run all over people, then you know what 
Sharon was all about. She couldn't be vicious if she had 
to. So when I told her how much I wanted to touch her, 
she was honestly surprised. "Why sure," she said very 
pleasantly surprised.

I reached my finger out to touch her breast. I touched it 
lightly at first. Sharon giggled, "Go ahead you can't 
hurt them. You can feel them. They won't bite."

I put my whole hand on her right breast and gave it a 
small squeeze. I then went over the pink nipple and felt 
all around it. I don't know what any other man has 
thought the first time he touched a female breast. But I 
was amazed. It was soft yet firm. It was warm. I guess I 
had expected it to be cold and hard.

"Do you want to touch the other parts of me?" Sharon had 
noticed that I was up and ready for action again.

The two girls had planned to shock me. But neither one of 
them had any idea just how far the three of us might go. 
Sharon wasn't only asking me if I wanted to do this, she 
was in her way asking me to touch her pussy.

Before I could answer, she was on her back with her legs 
open in front of me. I got a closer look at her. I could 
smell her womanhood. It was familiar to me, even though I 
hadn't been close to Delores since I was 13. Sharon's 
fragrance was much stronger. It was really intoxicating. 
I had no idea the power of this bouquet could wield on 
me.

A smile came to my face; I remembered the game we used to 
play when I would hold her lips apart for her to pee. As 
I touched her outer lips I said, "it's been a long time."

"What did you say?"

"Don't you remember when we were little and I would hold 
you open so you could pee out and not straight down?"

"Holy mackerel, I forgot all about that until you just 
now reminded me." This almost spoiled the mood except 
that it reunited a bond the three of us had as little 
kids. Sharon looked at me and smiled about how close the 
three of us had always been. Meanwhile my hand came to 
rest on her pussy. Without thinking I was feeling around 
the entire area with my fingers. 

"Why do you think we did that?" Sharon asked.

"Because we we're kids," I answered.

"And we had a great time at it," echoed Ellen who had 
been almost forgotten during this time.

I must have accidentally been doing something right 
because Sharon stopped her talking and opened her thighs 
even wider. Without thinking about it, I bent down and 
kissed her inner lips. She jumped and then purred about 
how nice that felt. I bent down again and instinctively 
started to lick her entire vulva and clit. I had never 
done this with Delores, and had never even talked with 
the guys too much about oral sex. But it seemed like the 
thing I really wanted to do more than anything else at 
this moment.

Sharon didn't take long at all to respond. She was moving 
more rapidly into an orgasm than she had when she 
masturbated. It became so unbelievably exciting for me to 
hear her and feel her coming into supreme enjoyment. I 
got so worked up that I even allowed my fingers to play 
with her vulva and vagina while I continued my assault on 
her clit. 

Soon she was exploding in joy and contentment. Her cries 
of joy were so loud that they sounded like they were 
coming from in front of me and in back of me. "Wait a 
minute, that's not only Sharon" I lifted my head away 
from Sharon's pussy and looked over my shoulder.

My sister had her feet elevated on my bed while she was 
sitting on the stuffed chair. She had been masturbating 
just watching the two of us. I'm sure that offhand a 
healthy young woman aged 17 who was masturbating would 
not be very unusual. Except that this was the second time 
she was doing it in her entire life. The first time was 
on a dare, this time was on pure passion and lust. The 
excitement of watching what I was doing with Sharon got 
to Ellen. She just couldn't control herself. 

After both girls came back down to earth, they collapsed 
on my bed together, with me laying crossways at their 
feet. All three of us were staring at the ceiling in 
wonderment.
"Bill. What we have done is wrong, isn't it?" asked my 
sister.

I thought for a second. She said it in a way that told me 
she needed some hope. "No. It's not wrong. You received a 
feeling that is unlike anything you have ever felt. It 
was special. Does that make it wrong?"

My logic didn't make sense, but my reassurance made all 
the difference in the world to Ellen. With tears in her 
eyes she got up and flopped on top of me. This was the 
first time since we used to sleep together that I felt 
her warm body press against mine. It felt wonderful. She 
bent her face over to kiss me on the cheek, but I 
misunderstood her target and moved to her lips. Our kiss 
was not a brother sister kiss. There was much more 
feeling to it. 

Almost embarrassed to ask her little voice softly asked, 
"would you do the same thing to me that you did to 
Sharon?"

Things were going much faster than any of us dreamed they 
would. But this was the biggest step of all. Because now 
Ellen and I were bordering on potential incest. Even the 
word itself was enough to frighten us. Surely we would go 
to Hell if we did something as wrong as that. But what 
constituted incest? Petting? Oral Sex? Or only actual 
penetration?

"Are you sure you can handle it Ellen?"

"I want it badly."

It was more the way Ellen said it than what she said that 
convinced me to go ahead. Of course there was the fact 
that I was a victim of raging hormones and with a very 
petite, cute girl lying nude in front of me. I moved my 
lips slowly down Ellen's body. From the first time I had 
started to watch them develop until the more recent times 
I had seen her nude, Ellen's breasts had this wonderful 
magnetism that I couldn't resist anymore. She was this 
tiny transistorized female with these very nicely 
proportioned breasts, with big, puffy nipples.

 As I kissed and licked them, they became firm. Not as 
pronounced a firmness as Sharon's, but firm. I played 
with them, kissing and licking them for quite some time 
because this seemed to really please Ellen. She was 
responding to this very nicely.

Because of the big differences in our sizes, when I got 
my head down between her thighs, I was on all fours. 
Tasting her was yet another new experience. Sharon's 
feminine fragrance was stronger, yet very intoxicating. 
Ellen on the other hand had a very delicate essence. Both 
were equally sensual, but different from each other. 
Ellen's pussy was much smaller than either Sharon's or 
Delores'. 

It was small enough that my mouth could almost cover it. 
Her vagina was small too, but the fact that eventually 
she would have four babies vaginally shows that it was 
big enough. As small as her vulva was, it was dominated 
by two features, much larger inner labia (Sharon's had 
been mere ridges of flesh inside her outer lips) and a 
very pronounced clit. It was easily twice the size of 
Sharon's and looked even larger in proportion to its 
surroundings. 

As I started to lick and suck on Ellen, she seemed to be 
very uncomfortable. "Not so hard Bill."

"Hard?" I was using my tongue only. As I moved away from 
her clit and moved to the sides of it, she seemed to be 
much more comfortable. I had already learned that not all 
women respond the same and if a man is going to be a 
lover, he must find what his partner needs and not think 
he knows it all. Ellen needed the surrounding tissue 
stimulated to make her clit respond better. As large as 
it was. It was even more sensitive to touch.

I had started to get into a comfortable rhythm with 
Ellen. She was responding to my actions. Without warning, 
I felt a hand grab my very swollen cock. It was Sharon in 
a very daring move on her part. To this time she had only 
watched my cock, and now she was touching it. Not only 
was she touching it, but she was trying to masturbate me 
in the same way as she had observed me doing it to 
myself. She certainly needed practice, but I was 
appreciating the effort. This just made me work on 
Ellen's swollen pussy even more. 

By now even I could notice a physical difference in it. 
The inner lips were very much swollen and standing almost 
at attention. It presented my tongue with a new place to 
explore. I was enjoying the whole adventure to a point 
that I didn't even care if I ever came. This was 
fascinating. But all too soon Ellen's body began to 
tremble and shake. She was moving towards her third 
orgasm of the morning and her entire life, and by far the 
biggest. 

When she burst into it she did so with full fury and 
moaning. Her knees came up smashing directly into my 
chest with enough force to push me back momentarily. When 
I attempted to resume my work, her hands held me back. I 
had gotten her off the launch pad and she needed to 
finish the trip on her own without interference.

All through this Sharon was still trying to make me come. 
But she was not going to be successful. When I sat up on 
my haunches, she stopped and looked at me very 
disappointed. 

"You need to squirt again," she said, "Ellen and I have 
both climaxed three times and you need to squirt."

I then thought of something one of the guys was joking 
about hearing being done and decided that this would be 
really sexy. I told Sharon to lay on her back. I 
positioned my cock over her breasts and started to 
masturbate. "You mean you're going to squirt on my tits?"

"It sounds like fun for me." I stopped and looked at her, 
"do you want me to stop?"

She thought for a second, "no, do it. --- Please do it."

It didn't take long at all for that very familiar feeling 
to boil inside me. All of the emotional stimulation had 
really gotten me body ready for this blast.

As I was getting ready to come, I bent my body lower 
towards Sharon's breasts, aiming my shot as best I could. 
When I ejaculated, the first glob landed right between 
both breasts, a perfect shot. The second one landed on 
the breasts nearest me, and the third hit the side of her 
chest. There were a couple of other small drops that 
jumped out, but they fell almost straight down on my bed. 

Without even thinking about it, Sharon took her hand and 
rubbed my sperm onto both of her breasts and nipples. 
Ellen, who by now had recovered rubbed Sharon's breasts 
in order to get some to put on her breasts. On the second 
trip her hand made, she stopped. 

Ellen and Sharon locked eyes. They had been long time 
friends; they had seen each other nude since we were all 
5. But neither of them had ever touched the other one's 
body. Ellen started to pull her hand back and Sharon 
clamped her hand on top of Ellen's.
"Please Ellen, keep your hand there for just a moment 
more."

Then almost symbolically, Sharon rubbed more of my semen 
off her chest and slowly reached up to Ellen's breasts 
and rubbed her semen-covered hand against Ellen's 
breasts.

This was a most somber moment for all three of us. 
Something very permanent and exciting had happened 
between the three of us.

"Look, we better clean up," I volunteered.

The shower my dad built in the changing room could hold 
two adults comfortably. Even as devout as my mother was, 
she and my father were sexually with it. They enjoyed 
taking showers together. If mother hadn't almost died 
giving birth to Ellen and me, she would have had ten 
kids. Or at least you used to say that. She suffered 
enormously at our birth and was advised by her doctor to 
stop with the two of us. But later when we were adults, 
dad and mom would admit that they were very active 
sexually, with each other, and I have to believe that was 
true until they both died.

But since the shower could hold two adults, the three of 
us fit in very comfortably. We all three hopped into the 
nice warm shower and proceeded to take turns washing each 
other. It was a weird sensation having another person 
soap me down and rinse me off. Something I wasn't quite 
used to. But something I did want to get used to. 

After drying off, we scampered back to my bed. "It's only 
4:45!" I exclaimed, "We can still rest some."

The three of us got into bed, with Ellen in between 
Sharon and me, and pulled up the covers. Ellen was laying 
on her side facing me. Suddenly I felt her tiny hand 
reach over and hold onto my now totally relaxed manhood. 
The times she had done that before came back to me in an 
instance. My hand reached over and tried to probe between 
her thighs. 

At first she unconsciously jumped back from my intrusion, 
but then I felt her thighs relax and my hand rested 
between them with the length of my thumb resting against 
her still very warm vulva. Sharon for some reason rolled 
over and pressed her body against Ellen, her belly 
resting against Ellen's tiny buns. In a moment I felt 
Sharon's fingers come to rest against mine. 

I have long felt that this single moment, this simple act 
of mutual hugging and fondling was the single act that 
bonded three teenagers together forever.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up 
to the sunlight peeping through my bedroom window between 
the curtains. Ellen and Sharon were still asleep, and the 
three of us were still pressed together. Although our 
hands were no longer connected and we had all three 
rolled onto our other sides, we were all three in full 
body contact.

Suddenly I heard a car door slam. 

"Ellen, Sharon, quick. Wake up. Terry's here. He and I 
were going fishing today. He always comes into my room. 
You have to go into the bathroom. Quick."


What a rude way for the two sleeping beauties to have to 
awaken. Both Ellen and Sharon are the type of people who 
wake up with smiles on their faces and great 
dispositions. 

"What's wrong?" asked Ellen.

"It's Terry. He always comes in to get me." Now they 
could hear the crunch of the gravel on the path to my 
room. "Quick, hide in the bathroom." They got up and 
quickly ran into the bathroom.

I laid there waiting for Terry to come in. I looked down 
at the chair next to the corner, which was even with the 
door and on the opposite side from the bathroom. There 
were two pairs of girl's pajamas on the floor under the 
chair. "Oh man I hope he doesn't see them."

"Bill. Come on. We're supposed to go fishing today," was 
Terry's comment as he came inside the room. Then he 
looked at me, "Man, you look bad."

What luck. He thinks I looked sick. "Oh yes. I hardly 
slept all night. I am really shot."

"No problem Bill. I really want to work out in the gym 
today anyway. We have the league championships coming up. 
You better stay in bed and rest today."

"Yes, I think you're right. Thanks for understanding."

Terry Slader was one of the finest gymnast in the entire 
state. Only a junior in high school and colleges were 
calling him. He was small, about 5'4", but built like an 
Adonis. He and I had met when we were Cub Scouts, and had 
gone through school and scouting together. We both loved 
fishing and camping as much as breathing. And quite 
modestly, we were excellent campers.

"No problem Bill. I'll call this afternoon and see how 
you're doing."

I always thought that Terry and Ellen would have been an 
outstanding pair, but there just wasn't the total 
chemistry between them. They really liked each other a 
whole lot, but it was just a good friendship. Terry 
wasn't all that interested in Sharon. I think he was 
intimidated by her popularity. Plus he was a very serious 
student and his gymnastics came before girls. Yet even 
then the four of us were really close friends.

Terry left for the school. The girls came out of their 
hiding place. "Way to go you two. Do you see what was on 
the floor under the chair?"

They looked and then laughed. "You don't suppose he saw 
them do you?"

"I don't think so."

After we felt the coast was clear, we got up and went 
into the house. It felt strange to sit at the table with 
no clothes on and see two girls sitting there in the buff 
also. We decided that after what we had done that morning 
that we would not have to wear clothes around each other. 

This was the end of March in 1956. The air in Northern 
California is still pretty crisp and cool. But outside 
when the weather got warmer, the center of our spring and 
summer was waiting. The family pool and back yard would 
be a new playground for us. And the summer would be a 
memorable one. In fact it would be a summer that would be 
well worth writing about.


*** Chapter 3 - Marla


Contrary to the stories that are written by erotic 
writers, the next few weeks were not hot passionate 
orgies. When we were alone at home, Ellen and I would not 
wear clothes. And when Sharon came over, the three of us 
would go around without clothes. The girls did continue 
to masturbate in front of me and each other. Sharon did 
on occasion practice her techniques with me. And I did 
practice my oral work on both of the girls. But this was 
something that we did every once in a while and not every 
weekend.

In April of 1956, my father's shop had gotten a huge 
contract from the government. This would eventually be 
big enough to assure that Ellen and I got to college with 
no financial strain at all.

Dad would go to work at 6:00 in the morning. Mom would go 
into the office at 10:00. They did this 6 days a week. 
Ellen became the cook for the family, a skill that she is 
still without equal today. Mom would call her 45 minutes 
or so before she and dad were going to leave so Ellen 
could have dinner ready. The family having dinner and 
breakfast together were religiously observed rituals at 
our house. Yes, that meant that everyone was up at 5:00 
in the morning, a habit I never lost.

Dad never wanted me to be a machinist, but he did want me 
to help. I would go to the shop after class and put in a 
couple of hours. On Saturdays, I would go to work with 
dad in the truck. Mom would come in at 10:00 in the 
station wagon. And I would go home at noon in the station 
wagon. This was done so I could have some free time for 
myself. 

This allowed for some wonderful Saturday's. Sharon made 
it a point to be over with us every single Saturday 
without fail. We would work to help Ellen get the 
housework done, and then run outdoors like little kids in 
our 'one button suits' and enjoy the great outdoors. We 
swam, lounged around the pool, sunbathing on the grass. 
Playing our music as loudly as we wanted to. Just having 
a ball.

Our yard was set up so that our entire back yard was 
completely private except for a small area that bordered 
Elma Knight's yard. Mrs. Knight was a 70+ widow, living 
alone.

We practiced safety. Even though we had the full 
assurance that our parents would never come home 
unexpectedly, we kept bathing suits handy in the dressing 
room/bathroom. We would have 3 or 4 minutes from the time 
we heard a car come down the driveway until they hit the 
front door. We kept the gate to the backyard locked, and 
it was well over six feet tall. So our parents would 
never come that way. I had the door to my room locked so 
they couldn't sneak up on us from my room. We were 99.999 
percent undetectable.

The only time mom came home was when she got sick at 
work. But even then I drove over to pick her up. Mom 
always called way before they were heading home. 

The two of us were 'model' kids who never gave our 
parents any problems. We were both A students, and had 
friends who were very polite. Mom was crazy about Terry, 
and she and dad always considered Sharon as one of the 
family.

The .001 percent of the break in our safety factor was 
broken in a very strange way. It was about the middle of 
May. We had finished our work and were playing together 
in the back yard. Actually I was relaxing on a lounge 
chair when Sharon came over and started to hug and kiss 
me. 

"Do you know what I want Bill?"

I reached my hand between her thighs. Sharon's inner 
thighs were already wet. By now I had gotten to where I 
absolutely loved oral sex. I could lick Sharon and 
Ellen's pussy for days on end and not get tired of it. 
Sharon was getting better at playing with my cock. And 
was even making me come once in a while. Ellen had even 
learned this trick. The two of them had gotten a big 
thrill out of rubbing my semen on their bodies, even 
pushing it in a daring fashion into their pubic hair.

Sharon and Ellen had also found that they enjoyed playing 
with each other. Ellen was confused about her feelings 
because she still preferred guys, yet she got such 
satisfaction from Sharon. Sharon was terrific at licking 
Ellen's pussy by now.

I got over to the lawn and laid down. Sharon straddled my 
head and lowered her very drippy pussy closer to my face 
until my lips were in full contact with her 'lower lips'. 
She arched her back and played with my cock while I 
explored her completely. She had wanted this so badly 
that she was coming even before we got comfortable with 
our positions. She loved being on top like this because 
she was in full control. My tongue and lips were hers to 
manipulate.

She was working on a second explosion when I heard a 
crash by the fence. Both girls scrambled towards the 
bathroom. I ran by the door and one of them threw my swim 
trunks out to me. I struggled to get them on and was able 
to do so, and grab a ladder to see what had happened. 

I got up on the ladder to look into Mrs. Knight's back 
yard. I thought the poor old lady had fallen or 
something. As I got to where I could see into her back 
yard, I looked down at the ground to see a little red 
headed teen aged girl laying on the ground crying with a 
ladder on top of her.

"Are you okay," I asked.

"No. I'm not okay. I hurt."

"Why were you on the ladder, spying on our yard?"

"I heard the music and you were all laughing. I just 
wanted to see who you were."

There was no use disguising what we had been doing. She 
saw everything probably and the word was going to go out. 
We were now doomed. 

I looked at her soberly and said, "I guess you saw more 
than you expected to see."

"I saw the three of you were having a better time than I 
have been having."

Hope! There was hope here. "You mean you consider what we 
were doing fun?"

"Of course it is."

"Who are you anyway? I thought Mrs. Knight lived alone."

"I'm Marla Knight. Mrs. Knight is my grandmother. I was 
living in New York until January. My folks live about 10 
miles from here." She was going to another high school 
and that was why we didn't know who she was.

"Look you three are having more fun than I am. I mean I 
love my grandmother, but it is boring being with her all 
day. I really need friends and..."

"Sure, Marla. Come on over. Come to the front door and 
I'll let you in. But we probably wouldn't get dressed 
fancy for you."

"If the three of you got dressed, I'd be disappointed."

This was pretty brazen for 1956. Girls just weren't that 
forward. But then again, she was from New York. I went 
back and told the two girls who are spy was and that she 
appeared to be pretty much okay. They weren't as sure and 
decided that they would keep their suits on.

I heard the doorbell and answered it. Marla Knight had 
now come into our lives. Marla was about an inch taller 
than Terry, which meant that she and Sharon were the same 
height. She had copper bright red hair, and more freckles 
than you could count in a lifetime. Her hazel eyes 
sparkled as she smiled. The most prominent feature on her 
face besides her freckles was an undersized pug nose. She 
was as cute as they come without being gorgeous. I really 
don't know a better way of saying it. 

"If you're from New York, why don't you sound like it?"

"Not everyone sounds like their from Brooklyn. Besides, 
I'm from the Rochester area."

"Come on outside, I'll introduce you."

It didn't take Marla long to be one of us. She was the 
kind of person that could have the greatest tragedy come 
into her life and still make everyone around her laugh 
and feel good. She would become the humorist of our 
group. 

Marla was 6 months older than the three of us. She had 
been dating a boy 5 years older and in college. Her 
parents hated the situation severely. Brian, Marla's 
boyfriend had gone with Marla since she was 13. They had 
just broken up when her father was transferred to 
California. She just wasn't ready to date when they came 
to California. But now she desperately wanted to meet 
friends.

"You three were having a wonderful time before I 
intruded. I wanted to have a good time too." And with 
that she unashamedly started to remove her clothes. She 
took off her blouse and revealed that she was already 
braless. Of course in all fairness, a bra was not all 
that need by her. I just kept looking at her breasts. 
There were even more freckles on them than on her face. 
They had the pinkest nipples you can imagine on them. She 
slid out of the pair of 'Peddle Pushers' she was wearing 
and then took of her panties. I stood there with my mouth 
wide open. She didn't have any pubic hair.

She saw the look on my face and remarked, "what's wrong. 
Haven't you seen a shaved twat before?"

"A what?"

"No not a what. A twat. You know a pussy, a snatch?"

She was trying to find a word that we could relate to. We 
knew the terms, but we had never heard a girl verbalize 
them about her own body. 

She didn't miss a beat, "Brian always wanted me to shave 
my twat.

He said it made me sexier. So that's why I have a bald 
pussy."

The three of us just stood there looking like goons.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so brash. I just 
thought the three of you were going at it pretty well and 
you..."

"No. Please you're fine. We probably need you to teach 
us," said Ellen. "Eh, what you just saw is about all we 
have ever done."

Marla had done it all and then some. It seems that Brian 
got carried away when he went to college and decided to 
use Marla to practice just about any wild sexual fantasy 
he could think of. We realized at that time just how 
green and naive we were. Even though we had done so many 
things with each other, we hadn't even scratched the 
surface of what men and women could do together.

"Come on you three, get those silly bathing suits off. 
I'm standing here in my 'starkos' and you're all looking 
very prim and proper. Let's get with it."

We all looked at each other and slowly removed our 
clothes. Marla looked at me like a jeweler making an 
evaluation. "Not bad. Not bad at all."

"What's not bad at all?" I asked.

"Your cock."

This was certainly a novel concept for me. I really had 
no choice as to what kind of penis I had. It just sort of 
grew there between my legs. This was novel having it 
appraised, and somewhat disturbing to me. "You're not bad 
yourself," I said trying to return the compliment.

Marla was (and is) one of the most alert people I have 
ever known. She knew immediately how desperately I was 
trying to repay her with my own compliment.

"That is so really sweet Bill. But Sharon is a knock out 
and Ellen is dreamingly cute. I'm, well, I'm just me."

We all four chatted for a while. Marla started to blend 
into our mixture like butter on a waffle. She was one of 
us immediately. She was funny, cute, charming and really 
street smart.

We had been chatting for some time when the radio 
announcer said,

"And coming up next, Tab Hunter and 'Young Love'"

"Oh yes," said Marla that's my all time favorite song.

Ellen and I both were fairly competent musicians. We both 
could play the piano and both sang in the school choir 
and church choir. Spontaneously we glanced at each other 
and said, "Tab Hunter?

Oh yuk. He's not a singer."

Marla ignored our protest over her hero and grabbed my 
arm, "Come on Bill, let's dance."

Another one of the many 'Thou shalt not's' that our 
church espoused, was dancing. I had never really learned 
to dance. "I don't know how to dance," I told Marla.

"Come on, before the song starts I'll show you the basic 
2 step." She pulled me up from the chair and started 
instructing me on the basic 2 step dance move. It was 
easy enough that one 30 second lesson and I was ready. I 
held Marla as she instructed and when the music started 
we were off and running. Part way through the song 
Marla's head rested on my shoulder. 

I could smell the fresh smell of her shampoo. Our bodies 
were pressed together tightly. I had hugged both Ellen 
and Sharon, but this was even nicer than hugging. It 
seemed so much more sensuous holding Marla, feeling her 
pink nipples brushing against my chest while we swayed to 
the music. I was resounding in another way too. And this 
became obvious to Marla who could feel my now erect cock 
pressing against her lower body.

The song ended and Marla looked in my eye and said, 
"really nice for someone who never danced before. Can I 
have another on some time."


I was flustered, "yes I guess so. Sure I'd love it."


Marla moved her lips close to mine and kissed me. After 
we kissed she stepped back and shook her head slowly. 
"Bill, Bill, Bill. You have to learn how to kiss. If 
you're going to be good with the lips between a girl's 
hips, take care of the lips on her mouth. Come on let's 
try again. This time open your mouth a little bit. You 
are not a 5-year-old giving mommy a kiss. And don't freak 
when you feel my tongue. It's all part of real live 
kissing."

Again we moved our mouths slowly toward each other's. Our 
lips met and true to the instructions, my lips were 
parted slightly. Already this was much nicer. I felt 
Marla's tongue brush against the surface of my lips, 
exploring them thoroughly. I pushed my tongue forward to 
meet hers thinking that was what I was supposed to do. 

When our tongues met, electricity seemed to stream 
through my body. I really liked this. I had no idea that 
kissing could be so much fun. Our first real kiss lasted 
a long time, but it seemed far too short for me. As our 
lips parted, Marla looked at me with a big smile, "I love 
a fast learner, they just don't waste your time."

I was ready for another kiss when she grabbed my hand and 
guided it between her thighs and against her shaved 
pussy. It was wet and warm. "You see what I meant. I'm 
now as wet as you are hard. I'm putty in your hands."

But then she stopped short. She looked at Ellen and 
Sharon who were shell shocked, partially because of 
Marla's aggressiveness, but mostly because women have a 
strong intuition and they could see I was doing something 
with Marla that they instinctively desired.

"Sharon. Let Bill kiss you now. Then tell us if it's any 
better than he has ever done with you. Now remember 
Sharon, keep your lips slightly parted, and if you feel 
his tongue, do what feels natural to you."

Sharon came over to me and I held her. I don't ever 
remember holding her with such passion. We kissed. We had 
kissed dozens of times over the last few weeks; I had 
kissed her pussy, and breasts during that time. But this 
time it was even more intimate than anything we had done 
before. 

I didn't wait for her tongue to meet mine, I went 
searching for it. Our tongues slid together in their 
first dance together. I brought my tongue back and 
brushed it against her lips. We could have stayed that 
way through a bomb blast and not heard a thing. A single 
kiss transported us away from this earth. 

When our lips finally parted Sharon said, "please don't 
let go of me. My legs feel like Jell-O and I don't think 
I can stand up."

What a shot of pride I got in my male ego. I had learned 
how to make a girl really want me. 

"Was that better Sharon," asked Marla.

"Better doesn't describe it. You're right. Bill can do 
anything he wants to now."

"No, no. I want him to kiss Ellen. I want her to 
experience the same feelings."

She didn't have to call Ellen over. She was ready and 
would have fought all of us if she didn't get her chance. 
Ellen is so small that when I wrapped my arms around her, 
I wrapped them. But her lips were right there and ready. 
When she and I kissed it was not a brother-sister kiss, 
it was too experienced lovers kissing. She had watched 
the other two carefully and was ready and aggressive. 
With our kiss, 17 years of training against incest would 
have easily gone out the window. We were both ready to 
go. She was ready to surrender her virginity at that 
moment. 

"Okay Ellen. What can you say about real kissing?"

"Nothing else comes close. That was so exciting. I think 
I need to practice some more. Maybe after you two go 
home." she replied with a grin on her face.

"That's cheating," protested Sharon.

"Now that you've had a little more practice let's try it 
again," said Marla as she sat on the edge of the picnic 
table. We kissed for an even longer time. All of this 
time I was so hard I thought I was going to shoot across 
the pool if anyone even touched me.

Marla then started to push me down forcing me to sit on 
the bench of the picnic table. As I sat, she swung her 
legs around and scooted her rear end to the edge of the 
table. It became very obvious that she wanted me to kiss 
her other lips when she put her legs on my shoulders, on 
either side of my head. I moved in and started to kiss 
her pussy lips just the same way as I would the lips on 
her mouth. She was wet. Almost dripping wet. 

I got closer to her pussy and soon I could smell that now 
familiar fragrance. Hers was so much stronger than either 
Sharon or Ellen. Which is something I have learned in 57 
years. Redheads do seem to have a much stronger musky 
smell than do others. Perhaps that's why they so much fun 
to eat. No that's not true Blondes are fun to eat and so 
are Brunettes.

Maybe it was because she was shaved, but everything about 
Marla's pussy seemed to be much more exaggerated. Her 
clit was so easy to spot. Her urethra was so obvious that 
it almost had a label on it. My tongue fully appreciated 
the various textures in and around all the mysterious 
folds of her feminine flesh. 

She was already primed for action and was ready to 
explode before I even started. When she came, she had 
what I can only express as a 'stealth' orgasm. It just 
flew right into her body and she let small tremors 
flutter out of her body. But come she did. She had no 
problems verbalizing it. She sat up and dropped her legs 
off my shoulders. "Please, Bill, trade places with me. I 
want to taste you."

Without response, I quickly moved up to the table and she 
was between my legs. I was so hard, I just couldn't stand 
it. I was fully expecting her to jack me off. But instead 
she covered my prick with her mouth. "Oh man, I've never 
felt anything like that," were the last thoughts I had. I 
closed my eyes and enjoyed what she was doing. 

"Marla I going to shoot off. Move your mouth away." She 
ignored me.

"Please, Marla it's going to happen." She kept her mouth 
on it. And it was too late. I shot what had to be a 
lifetime supply into her mouth. She swallowed everything 
I gave her and finished by licking me clean.

"You swallowed it?" came the combined voices of Sharon 
and Ellen.

Marla sat back and looked at the two of them. "Of course 
I swallowed it. I wasn't going to waste it. Haven't you 
ever tasted a guys come before?"

"We've tasted it. But you took more than a taste."

"Bill's taste great. It has a fresh taste to it. Probably 
from clean living."

"You sound like you've tasted other's before," said 
Ellen.

"I have. I tasted Brian's a lot. But once he had me suck 
off three of his fraternity brothers at a party."

"Didn't you object?"

"Yes. But I loved Brian and didn't want to lose him. So 
even if I didn't like it, I did it."

"And you like the taste?"

"Well if I had to choose between a guys come and a 
chocolate malt, the malt would win. But a malt isn't as 
much fun getting."

"Does guys really taste different from each other?"

"Yes. Very much so. You could put tablespoons of fresh 
come in front of me and I could tell you which one is 
Brian's. But Bill has such a, I don't know, a fresh 
taste."

We all went to the pool and splashed for a while. While 
in the pool Marla stopped and looked at all of us. "You 
three have never fucked have you?"

We looked at each other, and I said, "we don't even use 
that word."

"I'm sorry. But you three have never gone all the way 
have you."

I was caught between loyalty to my promise to Delores and 
loyalty to the truth. So I changed the subject. "The 
reason we don't use that word is because when Ellen was 
seven, she came home from school crying. It seems that 
the other kids were laughing at her when she sang. I was 
there when she told mom. My mother was perplexed and said 
she had a nice voice. 

Maybe it was the song. What was she singing. Ellen said 
'Yankee Doodle'. Mom felt there was little about that to 
make others laugh. Ellen told her the kids wanted her to 
begin every word of the song with an 'f'. 'Fanky Foodle 
fent to fown, fiding on a fony, fucked a feather in...' 
Mom stopped her right there. And warned us both to never 
ever use that word again. The kids were wrong in making 
Ellen say a nasty word and Ellen was innocent. So we just 
have never used that word."

"It's just a word. In New York they use it for everything 
and no one even notices."

"We're just not comfortable with it," volunteered Sharon, 
"but to answer your question, no we have not done 
anything like that with each other."

"Do you ever think you will?"

"We never thought we would go this far. And you are 
bringing us even farther," I said.

"If Bill keeps kissing me the way he did today, that 
could change in a hurry," said Sharon.

I was tickled, flattered, had my male ego fortified. 
Having sex with undoubtedly the prettiest girl in school 
was my idea of having arrived. I hadn't tried anything 
because I didn't want to mess up a good thing. And I had 
a good thing going.

"It's going to happen," cautioned Marla.

"But doesn't it hurt at first?" asked Ellen.

Marla thought carefully how to phrase her answer. Then 
she smiled and turned her attention to Ellen. "It hurts, 
but yet it doesn't. For me it was like someone pinched me 
deep inside, but the rest of me was feeling so wonderful, 
the pinch wasn't important. Does that make sense?"

Both girls nodded that they understood.

"Weren't you ever afraid of getting pregnant?"

"You know there are times of the month that you feel 
really slick and wet inside. It's almost embarrassing 
because you can feel it and even smell it?"

Sharon smiled knowingly, "yes. And those times always 
seem to be on the worst possible days. But I thought I 
was just feeling extra sexual on those days."

"Those are the times you can get pregnant. There is a 
saying that when a women is wet, a baby she can get, when 
a woman is dry the sperm it will die. So far it has 
worked for me."

"How long is so far?" I asked.

"Brian and I did it for the first time when I was 13."

I realize that in this day and age, 13 is becoming a very 
common age for sex for girls. But in 1956, that was 
almost scandalous.

"13! Wow!!"

"Did you do it lots?" asked Sharon.

Marla knew that we were asking not to pry but to be part 
of her adventure. She related that she and Brian were 
very active all through those years. When Brian went to 
college, he joined a fraternity. Once he lost a bet and 
she was his payoff to his frat brothers. In one night she 
had sex with four guys, not counting Brian. When we asked 
her why she allowed this, she said she loved Brian and 
was afraid to lose him. 

"Weren't you afraid?"

"You fu...excuse me, yes I was afraid. But I didn't want 
to lose Brian."

"So what happened to Brian?" I asked.

"He..." then for one of the few times I would ever see 
Marla broken hearted, she stopped and cried out of 
control. 

"He left you, didn't he?" asked Ellen.

"Yes, he....(sobs) didn't (sobs) want me anymore."

If there is one thing in this world I'll never be able to 
handle, it's a woman crying. It melts me completely. I 
went to Marla and put my arm around her. "We're not 
Brian. But we want to be your friends. Will you have us?"

"Oh thank you. This is the most wonderful moment I have 
felt in the whole time I've been in this state. I really 
need friends. You three are the type of friends I really 
need."

As we moved into a group hug, the phone rang. I jumped up 
to answer it. We had a phone outside in the pool area. It 
was mom she was warning us to have Ellen start dinner. 

"This Saturday has come to an end," I said to the group.

"How often do you guys get to be alone like this," asked 
Marla.

"Every Saturday."

"I guess I'm going to be very popular with my 
grandmother. I mean you will let me come over on 
Saturdays won't you?"

I gave her a kiss on her cheek. "Every Saturday, until 
summer and we don't even know what will happen."

We all got dressed. Sharon had to go home, but Marla 
stayed around to help Ellen with the meal.

When my parents got home they met Marla and were charmed 
immediately by her. 

As Marla left to go be with her grandmother, my mom said, 
"what a sweet angelic young lady. She is so thoughtful to 
be so kind to dear Elma Knight. You should invite her to 
church with you sometime."


*** Chapter Four - Terry joins us

I have learned that one man cannot keep up sexually with 
one woman. She has a far superior capacity for sex. This 
being true, it was impossible for one 17 year old to keep 
up with 3 very healthy young women.

In two Saturdays I saw that it was not going to work for 
me being alone. I was getting exhausted (with a smile on 
my face, but yes, exhausted) trying to keep up with 
Ellen, Sharon and Marla. What is more, we did not even 
screw yet. This was inevitable. Marla was going to get 
with me sooner or later, and I wasn't going to be able to 
resist Sharon much longer.

I needed help, and in a big way. But what kind of help? 
And from where? Who could I trust?

I had one person who I knew I could trust. Terry Slader. 
He and I were best friends since cub scouts. We had 
shared almost everything that we thought or did. Almost. 
I had never even hinted about any of what was happening. 

I expressed my concerns openly. Summer hadn't even 
started and I was not going to make it alone. Could I try 
to get Terry to help us. Ellen jumped at the idea, she 
had had a crush on Terry since the sixth grade. Sharon 
was excited to see Terry in the raw. Marla was game for 
anything. But how do we accomplish getting him involved? 
I mean I couldn't just walk up to Terry and say, "Hey 
Terry why don't you come over to my place for a day of 
sex and fun." He was a good sport, but that was a little 
too direct. 

After a little thinking and talking it over, we came upon 
a novel way to entice Terry into our activities. The next 
weekend was the Memorial Day weekend. I could talk my 
parents into letting me have a couple extra hours off on 
Saturday, so we could have a party for Marla to meet some 
of our friends. We would get Terry involved in a 'strip 
poker' game and make sure he loses.

We never played cards at our house, and mom never had an 
idea that Ellen or I knew how to play poker. But Marla 
was very good and Sharon could hold her own. The plan was 
that every hand the girls won, Terry would lose. He was 
bound to be the big loser with that many girls gunning 
for him.

Friday night Ellen and I made sandwiches, potato salad 
and some other things for the 'party', mom got us some 
extra soda. Dad was really great about the extra time 
off, and just asked that the yard stay in one piece. 

The next day I couldn't wait for mom to show up at work. 
I was going to leave as soon as she arrived at 10:00. She 
got there right on the dot and I was gone.

We set everything up and waited for Terry to show up so 
we could spring our trap on this unsuspecting guy. 

Terry arrived on time Marla was a few minutes behind him. 
Terry had not met Marla and after the introductions, we 
sat around and chatted. Marla was very talkative and told 
us all about life back east, how different the people 
were here in California, and how she was ready to walk 
back to New York until she met the three of us. All the 
time she was absolutely undressing Terry, and he was very 
aware of her attention.

Finally Sharon came up with an idea. "Let's do something 
really risky."

"Like what?" asked Ellen (as if she didn't know).

"I've always wanted to play strip poker, and I'm willing 
if anyone else is."

Now you might think that Terry would get suspicious over 
this kind of a remark. But Sharon would do and say things 
'off the wall' all the time, so he just figured it was 
Sharon. Sharon pleaded with the other two and teased 
them. Marla gave in reluctantly, and Ellen wasn't sure. 
She finally said she would if I would. Terry looked at 
me. "What do you think Terry?"

"I have no problems with it as long as the girls realize 
that they're going to be undressed while I'm still 
dressed."

We sat at the picnic table and Terry's attitude about 
being the big winner dissolved when Marla shuffled the 
cards. It was obvious that she had handled cards before. 
He knew from that point that he was in for a game.

After about thirty hands or so, none of us had shoes or 
socks on. Marla and Sharon were down to their bra and 
panties, I had my pants and under pants on. Ellen was in 
her bra, panties, and shorts left. And poor Terry was 
sitting there in his BVD's. Sharon dealt and we all 
selected the cards we wanted to discard. Marla sat there 
with a set hand. Terry took three cards. When we laid the 
cards on the table, Marla was the winner.

"Well, this doesn't take much thought as to who gets 
picked. Terry the undershorts go."

The other two girls squealed with delight. Terry rose and 
with all the hesitation in the world slowly removed his 
last piece of clothing leaving himself completely nude. 
All three of the girls cheered with approval. Terry's 
penis tried to crawl back inside his body. 

"I can't stand it. Look how embarrassed Terry is, I going 
to join him and take off my bra and panties," said 
Sharon.

"Why don't we all join them," said Marla.

"That's fine for you two, you were losing anyway, but 
what about Ellen and me. We still have our clothes on."

"Are you two going to be spoiled sports?"

We removed our clothes and there stood five very nude 17 
year olds, on a warm May Saturday morning. We all looked 
at each other and the girls started to giggle. "Well I'm 
not going to just stand here," said Ellen as she bounced 
off for the pool. She was followed by the rest of us. 

We splashed around and played keep away, the three girls 
against the two guys. Ellen got Terry cornered and was 
pressed up against him. She stayed pressed against him 
even after he had passed the ball off to me. Soon she had 
her arms around him and was kissing him. Terry showed 
absolutely no signs of resisting.

"Hey, let's eat. I'm starving," I yelled. We all climbed 
out of the pool, except Terry who was embarrassed about 
his now raging hard on. Ellen's body and kissing had 
really taken it's toll on him. And when he did climb out, 
his penis was no longer trying to hide inside him, it was 
pointing out what direction he needed to be moving. He 
just was not going to be able to cover the fact that 
Ellen had gotten to him.

We let him off the hook for a while as we sat down and 
ate lunch.

Without warning, dear shy Sharon announced that she had 
to go pee. We had by this time made it a habit of just 
going to the edge of the grass and going. We had done it 
so much by now that no one thought anything of it. That 
is no one except Terry. His eyes were glued on Sharon as 
she spread her legs and half squatted letting out a 
stream of golden fluid. I noticed Terry's expression and 
decided that we had better let him in on what this was 
all about.

"Terry. You've been set up. We got you over here with a 
purpose. But we wanted you to join us, and I need your 
help," I said. I went on to explain the whole history of 
what had happened and why he was needed so badly. "Well, 
are you game?"

He looked at Sharon who was now back and sitting next to 
me, and then Marla, and finally he looked at Ellen. "Man 
I should be really ticked at you guys, but I'm not. Okay, 
I'll go along. But you have to work with me slowly. I 
haven't been this close to a nude girl before."

"How close have you been."

"Just looking through Bill's grill in his room."

I had never told Ellen or Sharon about this and they were 
really shocked at this revelation. "What's this about?"

So I spent time chronicling some of the things I had seen 
in my favorite spot. I had no intention of ever divulging 
this but was now forced to.

"You mean you have been watching me and all my 
girlfriends getting undressed all these years?"

"And more than that." I went on to tell some of the other 
things I had seen over the years. And after awhile we all 
got laughing at some of my stories. The girls rolled over 
with laughter about the pastor's wife with her tampon and 
how I thought she was really dumb for trying to hurt 
herself by putting that thing inside her. But the 
important thing was no one was offended at what I had 
been doing all these years.

Lunch was over and I told everyone to head for the pool 
while I cleaned things up. I was in the kitchen getting 
the water ready to wash the dishes and silverware. In a 
few moments Sharon came into the kitchen. "Can I help 
you?"

"Sure if you want to put the food back into the 
refrigerator while I do the dishes."

I was just finishing drying the dishes and put them into 
the cupboard when I turned around. Sharon was within 
inches of me. She had very little expression on her face. 
I turned around and we just stood there motionless for 
some time. Finally Sharon put her arms around my neck and 
wanted to kiss. Kissing Sharon had become a treat. She 
and I could really generate some heat when we kissed. 
After a very long wet kiss, she whispered into my ear, "I 
don't want to be a virgin anymore."

At first my reaction was kind of, that's nice, now what 
else do I need to get done in here. But then I stopped 
and realized what she was saying or asking. "Are you 
sure?"

"Yes. I was sure before I came over today. And now I know 
beyond any doubt. I want to be with you. I want you to be 
the first one."

I guess this caught me flat footed. I didn't anticipate 
anything like this from Sharon. I was flattered. Of 
course I wanted to have sex with her. Why not. I was one 
of hundreds of guys at our school who would give anything 
to be inside Sharon.

"I can't think of anything in this world I would rather 
do, Sharon." With that, I took her hand and we went out 
the patio door and without saying anything to anyone we 
headed over the short walkway to my room. Once in my 
room, we laid on my bed facing each other. We started to 
kiss again. Each kiss seemed to be longer and more 
passionate than the previous one. I had mentioned in an 
earlier chapter about how wet Sharon got. She seemed to 
have a faucet deep inside her that her body would turn on 
full blast when she got sexually excited. She was really 
excited now, because she was wet.

I guess all erotic stories go from here and describe 
every minute detail of every inch of flesh, every sound, 
every feeling. But I can't. While this was indeed 
happening to me, it was like I was dreaming the whole 
thing. I don't even remember pushing past and breaking 
Sharon's hymen. 

I do remember thinking that I had to go slowly and push 
in a little at a time and pull back and then push in a 
little further. Sharon was and is a real pain whimp. 
Removing a sliver from her finger is the same as open-
heart surgery for her. She will suffer the discomfort of 
a cold to keep from getting a shot from her doctor. The 
biggest reason she had not insisted on going this far in 
the previous weeks was because of her fear of pain in 
losing her virginity. 

If she had experienced any pain it was not obvious to me 
(I was to find out later that she wasn't aware of any 
pain herself.) I have to believe it was because her 
secretions were so heavy. This flow of internal juice 
also made it really difficult for me. I was horny. I was 
hard. But I couldn't get any real sensation. It was like 
trying to masturbate with a glass of water. Suddenly 
Sharon was crying out, "yes, yes, yes, oh, it's 
wonderful."

This is just what I needed. It brought on a new wave of 
lust inside me and I could finally start to feel that 
familiar feeling of relief. I knew I was going to shoot 
everything at any time and tried to get out of Sharon. 
But our inexperience and the weird position we had gotten 
ourselves into made it impossible. Soon her vagina was 
filled with my semen, her fluids and a small amount of 
blood. 

I collapsed against Sharon and the two of us just laid 
there with our eyes closed. I opened my eyes slowly and 
looked into her face. Sharon was already a lady who was 
too beautiful for words. She was easily the most 
beautiful girl in our high school (which had 1900+ 
students). But when I looked on her face at that moment, 
she was even more beautiful than before. She opened her 
eyes and smiled, "Thank you Bill, that was everything I 
wanted it to be."

I felt guilty. I was the one who should be thanking her. 
I was the one who got the greatest privilege she could 
give a man. She was thanking me? No I needed to thank 
her.

Sharon and I had been friends from the time we were 5 or 
even maybe before. Here it is 52 years later and we are 
still very close friends. She would eventually marry my 
best friend from dental school. I introduced them. I 
would eventually marry her younger sister (Karen was 6 
years younger than Sharon and myself). It's been 40 years 
from when this happened and this lady is still beautiful. 
She has taken care of herself. She has five children, one 
boy and four girls. All four of her girls are clones of 
their mother. We both look back to this moment as being a 
time of great lasting closeness for the two of us.

After a few moments of reflection and basking in the 
afterglow of what we had accomplished, we got up 
together. I glanced down at my cover. It was soaked. 
There was a small trace of blood.

"You're cover is a mess."

"I know."

I'll just tell your mother that I wasn't feeling well 
because of my period and laid on your covers in just my 
underclothes. She'll understand.

"Your period! Don't you realize I just came inside of 
you?"

"We'll be okay. My period is due Tuesday or Wednesday. I 
think we're very safe."

Sharon got up and almost charged out of my room. "I did 
it Ellen, I did it." Ellen climbed out of the pool and 
the two of them were hugging each other and jumping up 
and down. I don't know if a man has ever made a woman 
that happy by having sex with her. But Sharon was 
thrilled. It was like this monstrous burden had come off 
of her back. 

Ellen stopped and looked back at me. "Bill?"

I knew what she wanted. Ellen was my sister. We had 
kissed like lovers. I had seen, fondled, and kissed her 
breasts like a lover would. I had seen, caressed, and 
sucked on her pussy. But this was something that I was 
not going to be able to do. I just knew this was a one-
way ticket to Hell. I just knew that incest would be the 
'unforgivable'. I returned Ellen's glance with what must 
have been the biggest pained look a man can have.

"But Bill. Sharon and I have always planned that we would 
do it on the same day. And she is no longer a virgin. I 
don't want to be one anymore. Please Bill, please."

Marla, Sharon, and Terry all watched as this mini drama 
was being acted out in front of them. I looked to them 
for help. "Terry," I thought, "Ellen really likes him a 
lot. He's not related. They were kissing earlier."

I held Ellen close to me. In spite of my protests and 
having just come a few minutes before, the feel of her 
soft body against me was already starting to make me rise 
again. She brought her face close to mine. I looked into 
her eyes and said weakly, "Terry."

"Oh yes!" she said instantly, pulling away from me with 
the warmest smile on her face. She literally ran to Terry 
practically knocking him over. She put her mouth up to 
his ear and whispered. We found out later that all she 
said was, "please."

Terry looked at the rest of us for guidance. Finally I 
said, "I know you like Ellen a lot. She really wants 
this. Of all the guys in school, you're the only one I 
would trust. The three of us will be out here, no one is 
going to bother the two of you."

Ellen took Terry's hand and led him off. He somehow 
looked like a lamb going to the slaughterhouse. I felt 
sorry for him for an instance. But then that instance was 
gone and I was thrilled for the two of them. Ellen had 
wanted this as badly as Sharon had. They two of them had 
talked about it a lot. And now this was the time for the 
two of them to fulfill their plans.

Sharon still hadn't come off cloud nine. Marla was by now 
as horny as a person can get. We were in the pool, no 
playing, no splashing, just the three of us trading 
feels, kisses, and hugs. Sharon is an unashamed bisexual. 
Marla was (and is just plain horny). 

It wasn't long before we were out of the pool and on the 
lawn. I was about to get involved in my first threesome. 
I don't even remember Marla getting me inside her. But I 
was. I do remember Sharon squatting over my face. I 
remember that because my semen was still inside her and 
it was leaking out and onto my face. This is not my 
thing, but when I'm that hot, I can tolerate a lot of 
things. Sharon had her back towards my face and was 
kissing Marla (or at least that's what I assumed). 

I have never been able to come in a hurry in the position 
with the female on top of me. This time was no exception. 
My face and neck were getting drenched by Sharon. 
Whatever she and Marla were doing was causing Marla to 
slow down on her movements. And I was just laying there 
with my penis hard as a rock deep inside Marla. I really 
couldn't do anything for myself. 

Finally Sharon rolled off me and just laid beside me 
giggling. Marla resumed and I was at last able to explode 
inside her. I didn't know if Marla came or not. Of all 
the women in my life I have ever known, she is really 
impossible to know for certain if she has orgasmed. She 
is so quiet about it. I finally had to ask her.

"Silly. Of course I did. Three different times. Couldn't 
you feel it?"

"Feel it?" I thought. "How am I supposed to feel it when 
she comes?" I guess if she had faked one I would have 
been more satisfied at how good I was. 

She pushed her cute freckled face towards me and said, 
"Bill my man. You never ask a woman if she's come. Your 
job is to do what you can to help her come. You have to 
learn to pay attention to what her body is saying to you. 
Not to the sounds she is making. Learn a woman's body."

She was right. Sharon was vocal, but the more I thought 
about it the more I realized I knew how she felt by how 
her body was reacting.

We all three got up and went under the patio and the 
shade to rest. Marla didn't need more freckles, Sharon 
was getting an all over tan now and this was really going 
to be hard to keep hiding from her mother, and I burn 
really easily.

We had forgotten all about Terry and Ellen. Suddenly I 
could hear the shower going on in the bathroom/changing 
room. I called out, "are you too okay." No answer.

In a few minutes Ellen came out the door with a big smile 
on her face. No one had to ask her anything. 

"It was wonderful. It was just so dreamy. I didn't want 
to leave. I wanted to do it over and over." She was 
starting to get a little sickening. I guess sex agreed 
with her.

After Terry came out of the shower, we sat around and 
talked. We talked like what we had done was the most 
important thing we would ever do in our lives. And 
probably at the time it was. 

Terry said that if he knew what was going to happen, he 
would probably have chickened out. Ellen said that the 
first morning that she and Sharon came to my room, they 
had no intention of going as far as we did. 

But, this did happen. We now were the 'big five'. Terry 
had come along just in time to save me from an early 
death do to sexual exhaustion. There would have been no 
way for me to keep up with the three girls. They were now 
on fire, and I only had one small hose to put the fires 
out. 

The folks were going to be back early that evening since 
dad was going to take Monday off. So we broke off our 
conversations, got our swimsuits on and jumped into the 
pool. 

Sure enough, mom called to tell Ellen that we would go 
out to dinner that night so she didn't have to cook 
anything. They were leaving right now. I learned to 
appreciate the fact that they always called.


*** Chapter Five - Gail Makes Us a 6 Pack


We didn't use every opportunity to have mini orgies. We 
all had other interests in life. But we did have our 
moments over the next few weeks. 

We hadn't seen Marla for a couple of weeks. She called on 
the first Friday after school was out to let us know that 
she was going to be visiting her grandmother over the 
weekend and to find out if we were going to be around.

"Sure. You can feel free to come over tomorrow and swim 
Marla." Mom was sitting on the couch while I was on the 
phone. "I'll call Terry and have Ellen call Sharon. I 
don't get out of work until noon, but Ellen will be 
here."

I hung up. "It's okay isn't it mom?"

"I want you kids to enjoy your summer. I want you to have 
friends over. Mrs. Knight's granddaughter is a sweet 
girl. I think you should do everything you can to be nice 
to her."

Mom never was to find out just how nice we were to Marla.

It was a fairly normal Saturday. School had ended. Both 
Ellen and I got super grades. My work at the shop was 
good. So my parents couldn't be more pleased if they had 
to be. Dad let me go a little early so I could have a 
good time with the 'kids'.

Marla saw me drive up and came running over from Mrs. 
Knights house. "Bill I've got a problem." My heart sunk. 
I just knew she was going to say she was pregnant. 
Hesitantly I asked, "what kind of problem?"

She knew right away what I was thinking. "No it's not 
anything as serious as that."

I was a man who had been pardoned by the warden. "What's 
wrong then?"

"I have to bring my cousin with me today. She's our age, 
and she goes to your school. But she's kind of strange. 
Maybe you know her, her name is Gail Saunders."

I knew who she was. She had been in several of my classes 
at school. Gail was a tall girl. Probably taller than 
most of the guys in school. She never talked. You didn't 
know she existed if you never saw her shadow. "Sure I 
know who she is. I didn't know she was related to Mrs. 
Knight."

"She only visited when her parents came over. Her mom and 
grandmother had a fight years ago and so they hardly ever 
talked. I hate to do this to everyone, but can I bring 
her?"

"Sure. I'll tell Ellen. We better warn Terry and Sharon." 
About that time Terry pulled up and saw me talking to 
Marla. 

"What's up you two?"

"Marla was telling me she has to bring her cousin Gail 
Saunders along."

"The Gail Saunders? I get neck strain just looking at her 
face."

"That's the one." I turned to Marla and explained that he 
didn't mean that as a nasty chop, but Gail was 6 or 7 
inches taller than Terry. "Not every guy is a shrimp 
Terry."

"Gail is fine with me. Actually she's kind of pretty."

I sent Terry in to warn Ellen, and waited while Marla got 
her cousin Gail. Gail was the original ugly duckling. She 
was indeed a very beautiful girl that is if she would 
ever smile. She was at least six feet tall, and big. She 
wasn't fat, just big. She had Marla's bright red hair, 
but without the freckles. Her voice was soft and ultra 
feminine. I couldn't ever remember seeing her talking 
with other girls or with any boyfriend. 

She came out of Mrs. Knights house in a two-piece bathing 
suit.

One of her breasts made two of any of the other three 
girls breasts. She was in a single word statuesque. Her 
body was very athletic without any excess fat, yet her 
curves were very womanly. She was a diamond waiting for 
some guy to discover her.

"Hi Gail. I'm Bill."

"I know who you are. We had Chemistry and English 
together this year. You're on the baseball team and had a 
great season. Your twin sister is Ellen and she's the 
size of one of my legs.

I used to watch you play in your yard with Sharon 
Meyers."

The FBI didn't know that much about me. "I'm embarrassed. 
You know so much about me, and I hardly know anything 
about you."

"That's okay. I'm not worth knowing that much." Pain 
flowed from every word she spoke. I knew then and there 
she had no idea who or what she was. I took her hand in 
mine and ignoring Marla completely, I brought her into 
the house and out to the patio. 

"Terry, Ellen, this is Gail Saunders. Gail this is my 
sister Ellen, and this is Terr..."

"Terry Slader!" she squealed in the first glimmer of 
excitement I had ever seen in her face, "the best gymnast 
in the state."

"You know me?"

Gail slowed down her enthusiasm, and looked down into the 
ground. "Yes. I have a scrapbook at home with every 
newspaper article ever written about you. I guess you 
think it's silly, but I've had a crush on you since the 
9th grade. I sneak into the gym just to watch you 
practice."

Terry was totally red with blush. He was speechless. He 
had no idea that anyone but his friends and teammates 
even knew what he had done. "Wow I'm tickled. Gail you 
couldn't have a nicer thing to me. I am so thrilled that 
you care that much. But why haven't you ever said 
anything to me?"

"Because you only come up to my navel and I didn't want 
people to laugh at me. I..."

"I can't believe it. I would have loved to talk with you 
and introduce you to the guys on the team. Every one 
knows who you are. They just don't think you like 
people."

Gail had become so self-conscious about her size that she 
had built a wall around herself that was miles thick. She 
couldn't see any value in herself. And figured everyone 
considered her as a freak. She was far from a freak. She 
was just a girl in pain.

Some music came on and without further warning I took 
Gail's hands and said, "I get the first dance. Marla 
taught me so you'll have to forgive me if I only know the 
2 step."

"Please I'm not very good at..."

It was too late for her protest. I had her in my arms. 
Fortunately she was wearing sandals so I was a little 
more than an inch taller than her. I held her in my arms 
and this lady melted into them. She had never been 
touched by a boy her age. She was absolutely awkward not 
because of some physical reason. She had dreamed of some 
guy her age holding her and now it was happening. She 
didn't know how to handle it. 

"Gail you should be showing me how to dance. You're 
great." 

She was great. She was this statuesque red head who was 
as graceful as a gazelle. She floated in my arms, and I 
enjoyed her tremendously.

The song ended and I just couldn't let go. I looked her 
in the eyes and said, "That was the most fantastic dance 
a guy could ever have. You were wonderful. I didn't want 
the music to end. Can I dance more with you today?"

She didn't answer. "Gail. Who told you that you weren't 
pretty?

Who lied to you and didn't tell you how graceful you 
are?"

She was still silent. I couldn't stand it. Ellen, Marla 
and Terry didn't even exist. "Listen to me. I don't know 
who in the world ever hurt you, but any bad thing anyone 
has ever said to you is a lie. You are beautiful, 
exciting to hold, and well, I want you to be around us 
more often."

Terry and Ellen both spoke their approval. For the first 
time in the years I had seen her, Gail smiled. She looked 
around at us and shook her head. "You really mean that 
don't you?"

"Yes we do," said Ellen, "and not only do I want you to 
come over anytime you can this summer, but I want to be 
your friend at school next year."

We learned something right then and there. Gail was an 
emotional person. And don't start her crying. She could 
fill our pool with her tears. They were now streaming 
down her cheeks. In all this time, no one had taken time 
to talk to her as a friend. She had carried around years 
of snickers about her height. She resented being alive. 
But now she found acceptance.

My actions weren't grand. She was everything I told her 
she was. When she excused herself to go to the bathroom, 
Terry remarked about how neat she looked. Actually she 
was down right sexy to him.

We got so wrapped up in our conversations with Gail that 
we forgot all about Sharon. That was a mistake. Sharon 
came bounding out the patio door already topless and just 
in her panties. "Okay you guys why do you all have your 
clothes on." She didn't even see Gail who was in a 
corner.

Ellen tried to catch Sharon's attention, Marla was trying 
to hide, I immediately looked at Gail who showed no 
emotion at all.

Finally Gail looked at Ellen and said, "you don't think I 
know that you play in your back yard without any clothes 
on don't you? That's okay. I saw you one Saturday right 
after Easter break. I was always hoping I could get 
invited over. I love being in the nude.

"You mean you're not going to say anything to Grandma or 
my folks?" asked Marla, still shocked.

"That's the last thing you would ever have to worry 
about. No I won't tell. I plan on just enjoying myself." 
Without warning Gail took the top part of her suit off. 
When her breasts fell free they were spectacular. Playboy 
had just started to come out and I had seen my first 
copies ever of it. Gail breasts were every bit as nice as 
any of those girls. Her breasts were big and had just a 
hint of drooping because of their mass. Her skin was 
marble white-pink. 

Terry and I just sat there with our mouths open. Sharon 
and Gail just locked eyes. 

I have often theorized that women who have bi sexual 
tendencies communicate this to other bi sexual women. 
Gail and Sharon immediately knew that there was a natural 
attraction between them. It was powerful for both of 
them. Nothing was said, but you could feel it. But we 
were to learn that day that there was a reason for Gail 
to have these tendencies.

"I don't know what you five were worried about. It's not 
like I haven't been nude around people before." Gail went 
on from there. She was the youngest of 4 kids. She had 
three older brothers, and was sort of a 2nd family. Her 
oldest brother Tom was about 16 years older than Gail. He 
and his wife Sue used to have Gail stay a couple of weeks 
every summer with them from the time she was 10.

"What my parents didn't know was that Tom and Sue are 
nudist. So I would spend my two weeks with them at the 
nudist camp."

"A nudist colony?" I asked.

"No not a colony. A camp. I loved it. I was free to do 
just about anything I wanted without fear of getting 
hurt. They had a big pool, a huge play area, a crafts 
corner, a library, acres of lawn, and total freedom."

"Aren't those places kind of, you know, sex places?" 
asked Sharon.

"No. No one is allowed to touch kids without permission 
from the kid's parents. That includes hugging them or 
even holding them. No one is allowed to do anything 
sexual around others. If they do, they are told to leave 
and not come back."

"I don't know, I think I would be hard as can be with all 
those women around with no clothes on," I said.

"Bill, I have never seen a male penis erect at camp. And 
I have seen hundreds of penises; big, small, one two-
year-old boys, on eighty-year-old men, you name it. Yours 
isn't always hard around the girls here is it?"

"I guess I understand."

"Do you still go there?" asked Sharon.

"No. When I was 14, I was at camp with Tom and Sue. A 
bunch of the teenagers wanted to plant a garden. The 
manager said we could and showed us where a good place 
would be. He even gave us the tools to get started. Well, 
while we were digging, one of the boys hit an underground 
nest of yellow jackets. Before we could get away I was 
stung all over my body. I was laying on the ground and 
couldn't breathe. 

The next thing I remembered I was in the hospital. They 
said I had over a hundred welts on my face and body. Mom 
came all the way over to the hospital that night. When 
she asked where did this happen, the nurse told her that 
I was at the camp. 

Mom came unglued. She couldn't believe Tom and Sue were 
into such a perverted thing, and that they would dare to 
subject me to such filth. Mom had been kind of 
suspicious, because every year when I got home from 
staying with Tom and Sue I had a nice tan and no bathing 
suit marks. My boobs and fanny had a nice golden tan. She 
never said anything, but she was suspicious."

"I remember when that happened. Your mom called my dad 
all the way to New York and was really ticked. The whole 
family knew about it. I just never knew what kind of camp 
you got stung at."

"Mom still won't talk to Tom and Sue. I am the only one 
who writes to them all the time. I promised that when I 
move out of the house I'm going back to the camp. I had 
more friends there than anywhere. No one is a phony, we 
all dress the same, I just was always so happy there."

"That's amazing. Nothing sexual happens there?" asked 
Ellen.

"I didn't say that. I said nothing sexual happens in 
public. In private it's different."

"Guys never came on to you?"

"That's really funny. I always felt the guys my age at 
camp were so much more mature than the guys at school. I 
was always treated with respect at camp. Let me give you 
an example." She turned her attention to Marla, "have you 
ever heard guys at school say things about girls and 
their periods?"

Ellen and Sharon both said, "Yes."

"They are so stupid about it. It makes you want to 
scream," said Ellen.

"At camp, when a girl has her period, she wears shorts. 
It just makes it easier to keep a pad in place. The guys 
know what is happening, what it is all about and that the 
girl probably doesn't feel 100%. They treat you with care 
and kindness. I have never seen it any differently. And I 
think it's because they know what is happening and it is 
discussed openly. The only time you can't trust the guys 
is when they have the teen dances on Friday nights. Their 
hands have a tendency to roam. And what's funny is this 
is the only time we are all dressed."

We all had a chuckle at this inconsistency. 

"So that's where you learned to dance."

"Sort of. One of the ladies who always stayed at camp 
used to teach ballet. She was in her 70's. Her cabin was 
next to Tom and Sue's cabin. She worked with me a lot on 
my dancing. I only had two weeks a year with her, but she 
would spent 2 or 3 hours a day with me. She died last 
year and I wanted to go to her funeral so badly I could 
taste it. But mom found out where I met her and wouldn't 
let me go."

"Nothing sexual ever happened to you at camp?"

"I didn't say that. I met a girl from Oregon. Jill was 15 
and I was 13. We became friends the first day. We swam 
together laid on a blanket under a tree and read 
together. She would brush my hair for the longest time. 
We would laugh, talk about boys, talk about school; we 
were just really close. Her parents had a small trailer 
they stayed in. Jill had a nice tent that her dad pitched 
next to the trailer. So she asked if I could spend the 
night in the tent with her. Tom and Sue said it was fine 
with them and her mom and dad said it was fine with them. 

"We laid on top of the sleeping bags for awhile and read. 
When we turned out the lights we snuggled up to each 
other. I don't remember whose idea it was, but we started 
to kiss each other. Before I was even aware of it, we 
were kissing pretty heavy. I felt her hand touch my 
breast. I loved it immediately. Her hand was so soft and 
she seemed to know exactly what felt good to me. I 
couldn't stand it so I started to feel her breasts. When 
she kissed my breast, her hand touched me where only I 
had touched myself. 

"And the only time I ever touched myself there was when I 
had gone piddle and was wiping or in the bath and I was 
washing. I had never been touched there for the feelings 
of pleasure. I felt pleasure when Jill touched me. That 
night Jill gave me my first orgasm ever. She showed me 
how to give her one, and how I could give myself one. We 
probably had three or more orgasms each before we went to 
sleep. We spent every night together those next two 
weeks, and every night we would enjoy each other very 
much."

"So you don't like guys then," I said.

"That's not true at all. I prefer guys. But no guy has 
ever really paid attention to me."

"You've never given any of us a chance," I said.

"Most of the guys at school are such losers. They have no 
idea what life is all about. They don't even understand 
sex. They need to learn a lot. I guess that's why I was 
really excited about coming over here."

"So you have seen more than just nudity here."

Gail finally showed her first signs of embarrassment as 
she looked at the ground with a sly smile and said, "Yes. 
A couple of weekends ago, Marla didn't even know I was at 
Grandma's house. I heard her voice over here, so I got on 
the ladder and saw everything."

"Everything?"

"Let's see. Bill was on the ground, Marla was on top of 
Bill's penis and Sharon was sitting over Bill's face."

"Oh boy, I guess you did see everything. Does your 
grandmother have any other people visiting that we should 
be aware of?"

"Don't worry. I'll fix the ladder tonight," said Gail.

"Did you ever see Jill again after that summer?"

"Her father was transferred to Phoenix, Arizona. She 
still writes. They found a nudist camp there, but it's 
not the same. There aren't as many people her age."

Gail was a confirmed nudist. She not only enjoyed the 
lifestyle she craved it. Because of her, all of us at one 
time or another became involved in nudism, and some of us 
still are.

I realize that this chapter seems to be a commercial for 
the American Sunbathing Association. It is not really 
intended to be that way. But Gail had an influence on us 
that summer, one that lasted. And we had an influence on 
her. She blossomed as a person that summer, right in 
front of our eyes. When they returned to school the 
falling fall, Gail and Terry started being seen with each 
other all the time. 

Gail ran for her first office in school and won, much to 
her surprise. She became very outgoing, and a very 
popular person to be around. Most of this was due to 
Terry's influence. She followed him to college and the 
two married a few years later. They had two sons who 
today are outstanding athletes. Gail left us at the age 
of 32 after fighting a long battle with cancer. She is 
missed, but not forgotten. Her marks are still on all of 
our lives.

Gail words opened our minds completely. I think if it had 
been and adult saying these things, we wouldn't have 
believed them or would have looked for another motive. We 
spent an hour asking questions, and she seemed to beam at 
the idea that her opinion was so respected. 

There we were that day. Six 17 year olds, four girls, to 
boys, all completely in the nude, and not one sexual 
thing happened all that day. Even when we went into the 
pool, it was like there was nothing unusual about our 
attire. When mom called that evening to tell us she was 
heading home, I had to remind Ellen to get dressed. A new 
era had begun in our lives and we embraced it with open 
arms.

Gail and Marla had to leave early, their grandmother 
needed a ride to the store. Sharon was watching her 
little sister that night, so Terry, Ellen and I sat 
around talking. I could tell immediately that Terry was 
excited about Gail. Ellen understood his attraction and 
encouraged him to cultivate his friendship with our new 
friend.

Gail and Terry did get married in 1962. They had two 
wonderful sons. There oldest son was a gifted athlete and 
played for a few years in the NFL. Gail would never see 
her son play football. She died of cancer only a few 
years after the birth of her younger son. 

This chapter is in memory of the "Ugly Duckling" who as 
in the fable did turn out to be a beautiful swan. Gail 
was her real name. She is still missed today by those of 
us who loved her dearly.


*** Chapter Six - Observations


The following weeks were full of adventure. The six of us 
saw more of each other than we could ever imagine. I 
would come home from work each day and help Ellen with 
her work. Sometimes one of the other's were already 
there. The minute I got home, I would go to my room, 
remove my clothes and put them in the laundry, and just 
not bother to put anything else on. Ellen would get up in 
the morning and never bother to get dressed after her 
shower. 

Mom was a little upset that she would run around the 
house in the nude, but Ellen would remind mom that dad 
and I were at work and she could always put on a robe if 
someone came to the door. Bless her heart, mom didn't 
really like it, but she was wise enough to let Ellen 
continue to work around the house nude. 

I was also taking a lot more time to try to understand 
the mysteries of our bodies, of women, and of life in 
general. I had learned a good habit when I was about 11. 
Journalizing. I still have every day of my life 
completely "journalized". These are records of my 
experiences, feelings, observations, and thoughts for 
every day of my life. They now take up almost forty 
volumes. I have recently scanned them and they are now on 
disk. 

The point is that much of what I am telling, is indeed 
from my old journals. So if I wax philosophical it's 
because I was so awed by the female of our species that I 
spent a lot of time in my journals talking about their 
differences; about some of the changes I saw, and about 
my overall feelings about them. The only people who have 
read my journals are my wife, and oldest daughter.

One of the first major observations was on the 
differences in the female genitals from one to the other. 
Men have some differences from one man to the next, but 
these are confined to length, circumference, rigidity, 
straightness, and whether or not he is circumcised (and 
how much foreskin is left from circumcision). But other 
than these, there is not a whole lot of differences. This 
is far from the case with women. Each one is slightly 
different. 

I had remarked earlier about how Sharon's inner lips were 
like tiny ridges, and Ellen's extended in length to her 
outer lips. Gail and Marla were almost an exact 
compromise between these two. At first everything about 
Marla's vulva seemed disproportionately large because she 
was fully shaven. 

After the first day with us she stopped shaving and grew 
a beautiful mons of carrot red pubic hair. As she did so, 
her entire vulva seemed to change in its proportions. 
Marla's inner lips would, however stand very rigid when 
she got the least bit excited. Now most inner lips do 
this anyway, but hers was really pronounced. It was like 
they were raising themselves to get attention from a 
penis, finger, or tongue to visit them. 

The clit is one of the most fascinating pieces of 
feminine anatomy.

In some ways it is a miniature penis. But it is far more 
than that. I had mentioned that Ellen had a very 
pronounced clit. The other three had clits of almost the 
same size, which I would, in my limited experience, call 
normal. That's not to say Ellen's is abnormal. But the 
size doesn't seem to affect its sensitivity. Gail's was 
super sensitive. You could turn her off sexually if you 
touched it wrong. Yet to look at her clit, it was no 
different in size and shape from Marla's or Sharon's. 
Marla's clit loved to have strong direct contact. If your 
hand was teasing her clit, she would use her own hand to 
guide you on top of it. 

The outer lips seemed to be much more consistent. Gail's 
seemed to be a slight bit thicker and bigger, but I wrote 
that I thought that was probably because she was bigger 
overall.

An amazing difference I wrote about was the inside of the 
vagina. Now you wouldn't think there could be that much 
difference, but there is a big difference. There is a 
difference in feel. I would suggest a man take time to 
explore his love's vagina (assuming of course that they 
are a heterosexual couple) with his fingertips. Do it 
lightly and as an exploration and not as a prelude to 
intercourse. Pay attention to the messages your 
fingertips are telling your brain. 

The upper roof of the vagina has a strong rippling very 
similar to the roof of your mouth, except it isn't being 
supported by bone, but by muscle. Sharon had the most 
pronounced ribbing her that I have ever had the privilege 
to feel (I should have been a gynecologist). Marla had 
the least pronounced. Now the floor of the vagina is much 
softer. Sharon also had some muscles that made the floor 
of her vagina feel like it was scalloped. 

I really get turned off by some of the erotic stories I 
read about how a woman's vagina is assaulted and slammed 
into with the throbbing pounding, pulsating 9, 10, 11 
inch massive 'love tools' of some guy. The whole tissue 
of the vagina is very elastic and can expand (to a size 
large enough to give birth). But it is also soft and 
tears easily. Inside the vagina is a wet and warm 
incubator waiting for some bacteria or fungus to grow. 
Any tears can be a serious invitation for a full-blown 
infection. (I guess that's the dentist in me.)

About infections. One day in July I discovered something 
that I should have known before, but never connected it. 
I went into the bathroom/changing room to get a towel. 
Marla was sitting on the toilet, and she was pooping. I 
apologized and was going to leave. S