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 My Three Brides

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   Part 3

   Summer `72

   August came and unfortunately for him, the war hadn't ended.  Stan was
now nineteen, prime draft age.  He got his random sequel number in the
mail. The next day, he sat down to talk to his mom.

   "I got my number yesterday.  I didn't want to tell you until I found out
somethings," he told her.

   "What was your number?"

   "Two"

   "Oh, that's bad, isn't it?" Carla asked.

   "Yeah, that means unless I fail the physical, I'm gonna get drafted. 
I'll be shipped off to Vietnam for sure.  That's what they do with the guys
that are drafted."

   "Isn't there a way to get out of it?" she asked.

   "I asked a couple of the older guys at work today.  They said the way to
beat it is to join the army."

   "Won't that put you in the same boat as if you were drafted?"

   "No, they said if you join, then you can have a choice of things to do
in the army.  If you get drafted, you get no choices."

   "You think that will work for you?"

   "I can see.  I wanted to talk to you before I did anything."

   "That is very sweet of you.  You are my all grown up man," she said,
then gave him a hug.  "You talk to those people and find out what you can.
Whatever you decide, I'll be with you."

   Stan went into work and talked to Dan, the owner, and explained his
situation.  He was willing to give Stan an afternoon off to go over to the
recruiting center.  He went in and ended up talking to a Sgt.  Morgan
O'Rourke.  He showed Stan different positions in the army, trying his best
to sell him on joining.  With Stan working in the garage, it would help him
to get an assignment working with diesel repairs.  If he came in on
Saturday, they could give him the series of tests to see if he could
qualify for that.  They could also get him a physical and see if the army
would take him.

   Saturday came.  Stan showed up, and he was taken over to a building
where other young men were taking the same tests.  Then they were bussed
over to get their physical.  Not only were there guys who took the test,
but guys being drafted.  They didn't look like a happy lot.  It made Stan
more determined to avoid being in their group.

   A week later, he got a call from Sgt.  O'Rourke.  He had passed all the
tests, and the physical.  If he wanted to come down and sign up, they could
promise him a job working as a mechanic.

   Carla agreed working doing something like that was a lot better than
being sent off to be a foot solider, and fighting in another country.  It
was much safer.  She didn't put up with so much raising him, only to lose
him once he became a man.

   He went down and enlisted.  They gave him a date when he was to report.
He let Dan know when his last day was going to be.  Word got around the
neighborhood about Stan.  On the Saturday evening before he left, they
threw him a going away party.  It was held down in the courtyard of Stan's
building.  Many people from the building who had known Stan through the
years they lived there.  Some of his friends from school were there.  To
his surprise, even a couple of girls he used to play and sing for were
there, albeit they were older now.

   Cecelia was there, too.  He went over to her and said, "I haven't seen
you for a long time.  How have you been?"

   "I've been fine.  I haven't seen you since that time with Angela," she
quietly said.

   "Yeah, I've been working a lot."

   "I hear you're going into the army," Cecelia said.

   "Yep, it's true.  I leave on Monday."

   "I'm gonna miss you," she whispered to him.

   He took her by the arm and led her a little way away from other people.
"Why are you gonna miss me?"

   "Because of what you did for me."

   "You mean that time in the bed?" he asked her quietly.  She nodded her
head yes.  "But why?  Aren't there other boys you can play with?"

   "No, I just started fifth grade two weeks ago, and I can already tell
all the boys are all dumb and don't know anything.  Most of them don't like
to be around girls.  The older boys don't look at a girl like me.  You were
the only one who would.  And what we did in your bed was so amazing.  You
were better than Angela said, and you are, and cuter too."

   "Thanks for that.  Where's Angela?  I didn't see her tonight?"

   "She wanted to come, but she couldn't."

   "Why not?"

   "She has chicken pox."

   "Oh, no fun.  I had that when I was younger.  You're OK?"

   "Yeah, I'm all over it."

   "You had it too?" He asked in surprise.

   "Yeah, I was the one to give it to Angela."

   "Oh, that's too bad.  You'll have to give her my best the next time you
can see her."

   "Can you give me your best?" Cecelia asked with big hopes.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Can you do it with me again like we did before?"

   He said barely above a whisper, "You want to have sex?" he asked,
surprised.  She nodded her head yes.  He took a quick look around.  "We
can't here, there are too many people here."

   "Come on, please Stan, I haven't anybody to do things with except
Angela. She doesn't have that wonderful thing of yours.  Please, I want it
before you go away."

   Stan looked around.  No one seemed to be paying attention to him right
at the moment.  "Wait here and count to 30, then follow where I've gone."

   He walked away from her.  She could see where he went.  He went down
some stairs to a small door.  He went in and left the door open.  After she
reached 30 counting only in her head, she started after him.  When she got
inside, he was off to the side waving her to close the door.  When she did,
she heard it lock.  She came over to where he was.

   "What is this place?" she asked.

   "It is storage for the apartment building.  Everybody has a key, but the
door is locked, so people from outside the building can't get in.  We'll be
alone here for a while.  So you want to have sex again?"

   "Yeah, Stan, you are the greatest."

   Stan found a place to sit down and pulled her over to himself.  She
lifted her skirt so she could sit in his lap, her skirt down around their
legs.  Their heads were together immediately.  Their tongues were almost as
quick.  They dueled in each other's mouth, enjoying the sensations it
brought.  Stan had his hands up.  He was unbuttoning the now ten-year-old
girl's blouse.  He got it open and there, to his relief, she was still
flat. He had feared that she might have been growing there, as well as that
she had gotten taller.  But he was in luck.  Her petiteness won out.

   He didn't spend too much more time kissing the girl.  He moved down to
her flat chest to kiss and suckle on those tiny areolas.  She wasn't going
to complain about that.  She loved it.  When he had enough of her for the
moment (how could he ever get enough of those flat titties?), he stood up.
She had to get off his lap.  He knelt down at her feet and undid the button
and zipper that kept her skirt on her.  When he undid them, the skirt fell
to her feet.  He pulled down her green colored panties.  No cartoon
characters on them this time.  There was it, that beautiful little pussy.
It was just the way he liked them.  She was without any hair.  The lips
formed a little slit.  There was no hint of the treasure that lie inside
them.

   He sat her back down where he had been sitting before, making sure she
was at the edge of the chair.  He spread her legs and began to kiss the
inside of her thigh from her knee up to the pussy.  But he didn't spend
more than a minute there.  He moved back down the other leg to the knee. 
He gave that leg the same treatment.

   Once he was finished there, he lifted her legs.  Placing them on his
shoulders, he leaned forward and began to lick her exposed girlhood.  Oh,
this was good, he thought.  She would agree if she could read his thoughts.
But she was a little busy with her own thoughts.  His tongue was doing
those marvelous things to her little pussy that made her feel so good. 
That was what was occupying her mind.

   He took his index fingers and spread her outer lips and was able to get
in her.  He tickled her inner lips as a tease.  They both knew he would be
going inside soon.  But before his hard cock probed her there, he was
having his tongue do a little recon work first.  It checked out the special
places she had hidden in there.  He even gave a little flick to the opening
on her urethra.  That elicited a giggle.  When she did that, Stan got lucky
she could have lost it.  She had been to the bathroom only a few minutes
before and had drained her bladder.  Otherwise, he might have gotten
something he hadn't bargained for.

   But he did find everything in good working order, especially her little
love canal.  There was a flow coming out of it.  Stan began to clean that
up right away.  They couldn't be leaving a mess in someone's living room
chair.  This was a task he didn't need to be told to do.  He hopped right
on it the minute the stream was obvious.  He was sucking it all up, and
loving it.

   She loved it when he moved up a bit and began to toy with her clit.  It
was now bigger than Stan had remembered it.  It was easier to get to.  Boy,
was he getting to it.  Stan was not an idle boy.  When his mouth left the
opening to her vagina, he sent a finger, then two fingers in to do a
tongue's work.  She was getting it from two places at once.  Of course, she
knew about her clit.  She and Angela had spent so much time loving each
other's special place.  When they put their fingers into each other's
pussies, trying their best to imitate Stan's cock.  They discovered their G
spots.  Now Stan's finger was getting that spot while his mouth worked her
clit.  It seemed that she was getting a double cum.  The sensations from
one spot were trying to out do the sensations from the other.  In the end,
there was no winner except Cecelia.  It was a good thing they were alone in
that dark and quiet place because she let out a sharp yelp as her cum about
overwhelmed her.

   He gave her a minute to catch her breath.  While he waited, he dropped
his pants and stroked himself.  He didn't need to do that to get hard.  He
was already hard, hard like a diamond.  He was only giving himself some
pleasure while waiting for her.

   When she recovered enough, she saw his tool.  She couldn't wait for it
to be put to work.  She leaned back and spread her legs.  She used a finger
to beckon him to come to her.  He spit into his hand and rubbed it over his
cock.  He needn't have worried she was more than wet enough to take him in.
Her pussy was dribbling.  She wanted him in there so bad.

   He stepped forward.  Her pussy was a little lower from where his cock
was.  He was going to have to do her while bending his knees to get the
elevation right.  Then he looked over to his right.  There was a throw
pillow sitting on an unused couch.  He reached out and snatched it up.  She
saw that and lifted her hips and he placed in it under her.  It turned out
to be the right height.  He could now enter into his prize, a warm, wet,
and tight little pussy.

   He slid it in to her and they began to rock and roll.  The chair did
too, as it was a rocking recliner.  They bounced their way to their
orgasms. Stan couldn't help it.  He loved that tight pussy.  He went off
first.  That only triggered Cecelia.  She went off on another trip to the
land of delights.  To announce her departure, she let out a shriek that
would have made a train whistle sound like a distant whisper.

   This was the best one ever for her.  Better than the one he just gave
her, better than the one when they were first together, and by far better
than anything Angela had ever given her.  It was too bad he was going away.
She could use a whole lot more of that man meat he was pulling out of her
when they had finished.  Boy, what fun she could have had if he wasn't
working so much.

   He reached over and found a cloth and wiped his dick.  He handed it to
her, and she wiped herself, before she threw in back into a pile of who
knows what.  They quickly dressed.  Stan led her to an inside door and had
her leave that way, while he made his way back to the door they came in. 
They both rejoined the party and didn't see each other until it was time
for Cecelia to leave.  They only give each other a sly smile, and she was
gone.

   On Monday morning, Stan was gone.  He boarded a bus that took him to an
induction center.  From there he was headed to basic training.  It was
twelve weeks of hell.  But, he could console himself that he would be doing
this whether he enlisted or he was drafted.  After he finished and
graduated, he was next shipped off to mechanic's school.  He spent the next
26 weeks learning all about engines.  A good part of which Stan already
knew.  Finally, he was finished with his schooling and he was ready for his
duty station.  The army got one look at the fact that he learned German in
high school, and that was the destination for him.  He was going to West
Germany.

   But before he left, he got one week of leave.  He came home to see
Carla. She was thrilled to see him.  She told him that she had gotten more
work done on the genealogy and showed him the family tree.



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   She had filled in more on her father's side of the family and noted that
her brother had married and he had a cousin, a baby boy.  It wasn't quite
as filled in for her father's side as her mother's side.  She said that was
all the information they had.  The records from the part of Italy that his
family came from had all been destroyed in a fire some years before.  He
saw on the tree that he still didn't have a father listed for him.  He
figured that it probably never would.

   He didn't get to see many of his old friends, and none of the girls that
he used to sing and play for.  He now was going to his permanent duty
station.  He was able to bring his guitar with him.  The only other thing
he took with him was his Yankees cap.  It wasn't regulation cover so he
couldn't wear it on base.  But he could wear it with his civilian clothes
when he went into town.  Of course, that marked him as an American
serviceman.  But it was obvious from his haircut that he was a solider.

   Fall `73

   He found himself at a base in Southern Germany.  It was a lot different
from how things were in basic training or even in mechanics school. 
Instead of a barracks with 40 or 50 men living in one open room.  Here they
were grouped with other men in their unit.  They were housed in
four-bedroom pods with two bunks to a bedroom.  So eight men lived together
with their own living room, kitchen, and bathroom.  Stan lived with two
other mechanics, one was in the parts and three were drivers for
high-ranking officers.  The last guy worked in sheet metal body work.

   The two mechanics Stan got to know well.  They were two buddies from
California, the best of friends, but you would never know it, the way they
talked to each other.  Richie Chong was a Chinese-American from San
Francisco, while Tommy Marin was a Hispanic from Los Angeles.  They went at
each other because they were from rival cities.  When Stan came in from New
York, they all three hated and loved each other.  They would go into town
wearing their baseball caps.  Stan with his Yankees, Tommy with Dodgers,
and Richie with Giants.

   Stan had the advantage.  When he would go into the towns around the
base, he could talk to the "locals" in their own language.  Richie and
Tommy envied that, and that created the need they had for him.  By speaking
the language, it afforded him more consideration from the people.  Despite
having buddies on the base, he spent some time doing things alone.  He
would get a week's pass and go into Munich just to hang around there.  He
was able to take photos of the town.  He also bought postcards and sent
them to his mother.

   He toyed with the idea of going up to Berlin.  That would have taken him
through East Germany.  The troops were warned about doing that.  It might
lead to being compromised by the communists.  It was better that he stay
local.  Stan, Richie, and Tommy got a weeks pass and traveled to Salzburg,
in Austria.  They enjoyed their time there.  Stan was a popular guy to
travel with because he could speak German to the people.  That afforded
them much better treatment.

   They had a library on the base.  Stan went there from time to time. 
They would have newspapers from back in the states.  The news was a few
days old.  It took a while before the papers had made it to Germany.  But
he still tried to check in on the never ending circus that was the New York
Yankees.

   As he perused the paper one day, he saw a story on page three.  They
were covering the trial of mafia boss Vincenzo Gambini.  He had a rat in
his organization.  The rat was called "Jerry the chin" or just "the chin."
He was spilling the beans on all their crimes.  The "chin" tied Gambini to
the King's Armored Car robbery, as well as numerous gang murders.  While
"the chin" was on the stand testifying, Gambini had flown into a rage.  He
stood up in the courtroom, and yelled at him, "I swear I'm gonna kill you,
you and your whole family." The reporter stated he said it in front of the
jury.  Stan laughed to himself.  That sure wasn't going to help him.  Stan
didn't care about crimes in New York.  So much for all the mafia chiefs in
New York, he thought, `let them all rot.' He didn't follow the story any
more.

   Summer `74

   He had been there a year now.  His time had passed quickly and life in
the army wasn't too bad.  The work wasn't hard, and not too much different
from what he did for Dan Lewis at his garage, except he was working more on
diesel engines.  He enjoyed the country and the seasons.

   He heard about a large park just outside of the town that many people
went to, especially on hot days.  It was a Saturday and Stan was off duty
for the weekend.  He decided he would go and check out the place.  His
roommates didn't especially like to hear him play his guitar, so he didn't
play in the barracks.  It might have something to do with when he chose to
practice, often when some of the guys were trying to sleep.  But in the
park, he was sure he could find a place to play.

   He found the park.  It was a nice place.  It had a wide open area. 
There were people scattered all over a grassy place.  There was a small
lake in the middle with woods adjoining the park.  It looked like an
idyllic place.  Then he noticed something about the people there.  They
were all naked.  This park was the place that nudists gathered.  Stan had
come all the way out there.  He didn't want to return to the base, so he
figured, `when in Rome.' So, he doffed his clothes.  He wasn't in uniform.
He could wear his street clothes when he was off duty and off base.  But
his hair cut still marked him as a soldier.  As if he his Yankee's cap
didn't.

   He took his guitar and began to play.  He wasn't singing at first, just
playing.  A couple of people moved over closer to him to hear him play. 
Some children began to gather around him and told him to sing.  When he
sang Stan was no Caruso, the adults thought, but he was by no means a bad
singer, in fact he was actually rather good.  More people began to gather
around him.  He spent the better part of an hour performing.  The children
put in requests.  But all the songs he knew were in English.  The adults
suggested some songs that were in German that he could learn.  They told
him where he could get the music so he could learn them.  The adults
thanked him for playing when he quit.  While the children still hung around
wanting to speak English with him.

   The next time he had a pass to go into town, he headed to the music
store that he had been told about.  There he found many songs in German,
others in English.  His favorite that he found was "Komm Gib Mir Deine
Hand." But he knew it by its English title: "I Want To Hold Your Hand."
With a little searching he found: "Sie Liebt Dich" which was "She Loves
You" in German.  He already had a good idea how to play them.  It was just
a matter of learning the right words, since he could already speak the
language.  He also found an Elvis Presley song that he had taken from a
German original "Muss I Denn," in English it was "Wooden Heart." He
practiced them when he could without upsetting the other guys in the
barracks.

   The next weekend he was off duty and it was a nice day he went off to
the nudist park with his guitar.  As soon as he began to play, a small
crowd gathered around him.  When he played his new songs that he could sing
in German, it brought a nice round of applause.  Several young girls were
gathered around him.  They were wanting to practice their English.  They
conversed with him while the adults fell away.  That left him with just the
girls.

   He was hot and wanted a dip in the lake.  Entrusting his guitar to an
older couple who seemed to be encouraging his time with the girls, he
joined the girls in the lake.  They were laughing and climbing on him.  He
would pick them up and toss them into the air to fall back into the lake.
He had his hands on all these tween girls.  He got to feel them up, and not
a one of them complained.  But they knew where his hands were.  This
American GI was a handsome young man, and he played and sung so well that
they didn't mind at all.  If anything, they were encouraging his hands to
touch them in places, no boy or man had ever touched them before.  They
gave as good as they got.  Several of the girls made more than innocent
touches to his semi-hard cock.

   The sun was setting soon and he would have to return to the base.  He
needed to get his guitar and go.  But the girls prevailed on him to come
another time.  He promised that in two weeks when he could next get a pass,
if the weather was nice, he would come.  The girls told him they didn't
want him to sing and play.  They were only interested in speaking English
and swimming with him.

   He was in luck.  The weather cleared from a storm during the week, and
the Saturday was sunny, if not so warm.  He went out there and five girls
met him.  He had brought what the girls would call a nap sack.  In it, he
had a large blanket and a couple of towels.

   The girls led him over to the woods alongside the grassy knoll they had
all gathered on.  They all sat around him, sitting on the blanket.  There
were crossed legged.  Stan had his dark aviator glasses on to go with his
Yankee's cap.  They couldn't see his eyes, but they could see his cock.  It
could see them, it seemed.  He could see their pretty little pussies.  They
were wide open and beckoning him.  It had been a long time since he last
had a girl.  It was just before he left for basic, that he had been with
Cecelia.  He hadn't had any sex since.  Oh, those girls looked nice, he
thought.  His cock agreed.

   In the course of things, he ended up giving them back rubs.  He knelt
over them with a knee on each side of the girl.  He leaned over the girl.
As he massaged her back, his semi-hard dick was rubbing against her as he
moved.  They were all loving that.  When he had finished with all the five
girls, they were all going to do him.  They ended each doing a limb and one
girl sitting on his butt while doing his back.  Then they had him roll
over, and they began on his front.  As much as he tried to think about
baseball, it didn't work so well and he was getting hard.  The girls all
giggled about that.  But there was one in particular that liked it.  She
took to massaging it.  You really couldn't much call it a massage as much
as it was stroking it.  It was a good thing they quit when they did or
there would have been a mess to clean up.

   The summer had just gotten going in Bavaria.  the weather was pleasant
most of the time.  But there was still the occasional rain storm.  They had
gotten Stan to promise to come back in two weeks.  When the day arrived he
headed out, but it didn't look like the most sunny of days.  He met them as
he promised.  There were only three girls to meet him.  Not long after they
met up, it began to rain.  The girls took him deep into the woods.  There
was an abandoned cabin there.  They led him to it.

   The windows had been broken out and plywood placed where the glass had
been.  The door in front had boards nailed across it to prevent it from
opening.  The girls led him around back.  It was the same here with the
windows and door.  But there was one difference he soon saw.  One of the
girls, Olivia, pushed one of the pieces of plywood along the tract the
window would have used.  She was able to reach her hand in.  She reached
over and unlocked the door.  After turning the knob, she pushed the door
open.  No one had thought that the door didn't open out like the front
door, but inward.  Now they just had to crawl through the opening between
the boards over the doorway.

   Inside it was a kitchen, but everything had been removed except a table
built out from and attached to the wall.  There was an old sink with the
enamel mostly chipped off the metal.  The fixtures to it were all gone.  No
way to run water into it or let drain it out.

   The front room was nothing, just a big empty space.  The only thing in
it was a fireplace made of rounded stones.  It was set up against one wall.
The chimney on it extended up through the ceiling and the roof above.  The
ceiling was open and the roof beams could be seen, but at least the roof
was intact, with no leaks.

   He took off his back pack.  In it he had a blanket and towels.  He
spread the blanket out.  Everyone was wet.  The girls took off their
clothes, then used his towels to dry off.  Stan did too.  They sat in a
circle on the blanket, naked.

   They sat talking, practicing their English.  The girl who seemed to be
the leader of these three girls, Olivia, said that they should give Stan a
massage.  She had him on his back, rubbing it for him.  She even took a
couple of opportunities to stretch out on him and rub her chest and belly
against his back.  The other girls insisted that they be given a chance to
rub Stan's back.  They did like Olivia had done.  He could feel their
chests against him.  It was a good thing he was lying on his belly.  As did
his cock, which now was fully hard.

   They wanted him to roll over.  Stan resisted.  He couldn't let those
girls see what they had done to him.  Finally, they tugged on him and
cajoled him to turn over.  Finally they succeed.  It was out in the open.
His little soldier was standing up proud and tall, all six inches of him.
The girls began to speak German to each other, and Stan.  The English, was
dropped.  It was all German now they were speaking.

   The girls giggled about it, but that didn't stop them from putting their
hands on it.  They were now plainly stroking him.  He figured that if they
could do that to him, it would be OK to be touching them, too.  They were a
bit out of reach, but if he got the chance, watch out.

   Olivia was the leader of this nonsense.  She was about four feet eleven,
or as she would have it, 150 cm.  She was muscular despite being short.  He
guessed she was about ninety-five pounds, or she later told him 43kg.  She
had breasts about the size of a tangerine.  She lacked much pussy hair.  It
was only on the area just above the top of her slit.  She had long brunette
hair, to her mid back.  She had big brown expressive eyes.

   She took him firmly in hand.  She was clearly masturbating him.  Before
she got him off, she gave the other girls, Brigetta and Gretchen, a chance
to choke his chicken.  After each had a chance to stroke him, Olivia took
him back and finished him off.  Causing him to toss his load up six inches
into the air.  The last dribbles coated her hand.  She rubbed her hands
together.  Then she applied it to her budding boobs.  When the others
looked at when she did that, she told them that it will make their tits
grow.  The other girls picked up some off his chest and began to rub it on
their chests.  Brigetta got most of it, causing Gretchen to complain that
she needed it more.  Stan looked at her, her chest was completely flat.

   Brigetta, while being smaller breasted than Olivia, might still make an
AA cup.  She had brown hair, too.  Also, her body frame was smaller.  She
still had a very nice round butt, Stan thought.  She, too, had brown eyes.
It seemed all the southern German girls were like that.  But Brigetta had a
small nose to go with small eyes.  If she could have had her ears standing
up like Mr.  Spock's, she would have reminded him of a pixie.  The hair on
her head was shorter than Olivia's, down just over her shoulders, but she
kept it in a ponytail.  Her hair on her head was shorter, but she had more
hair on her pussy.  Luckily for Stan, it was confined to her Mons.

   Stan asked the girls in German.  He got his answer in English; Olivia
said, "Me and Brigetta are fourteen, Gretchen is eleven.  Just barely
that," Olivia snickered.  "Her birthday was three days ago," she said. 
That in itself gave cause for Stan's cock to start to stir again.

   He questioned the girls how old they would have to be before they
legally could have sex.  Not that it ever bothered him back home.  All
those girls were too young, even his mother said so.  She should know,
since she was pregnant at thirteen.  But nobody seemed to care about ages
back then.  When Mr.  Carbone had shot Joey Di Salvo, it wasn't because
Mirabell was only fourteen.  Rather, it was because he got her pregnant. 
Her being underage might have caused Joey some trouble, but it most likely
wouldn't have gotten him killed.  It was only the pregnancy that did him
in. Maybe his mom was right.  If they were old enough to get pregnant, he
should be wearing a condom.  He sure didn't want to end up like Joey.

   They informed him that the girl only had to be fourteen.  That suited
Stan.  He figured that as long as no one complained to the army, he would
be OK, at least with the older two girls.  He asked them,"Do you girls have
boyfriends?"

   "Nein," they all said, shaking their heads.  Switching back fully to
German.

   "Since you are nudists, of course, you have seen men naked before.  Have
you ever done what you just did with me, with other boys before?"

   "Nein," again was their answer.

   "Why haven't you?"

   "We don't have someone to do it with," Brigetta said.

   "Are you wanting to do more than you just did?" Stan asked to be sure.

   "Ja," was their enthusiastic answer.

   "Have you ever kissed boys before?"

   Olivia and Brigetta said nein.  But to everyone's surprise Gretchen said
ja.  The girls turned to look at her.  "I was in level two at school. 
Gunter Klein kissed me, but it was just the one time," she said to defend
herself.  Which caused the others to laugh.

   "So since you two have not kissed a boy before, would you like to try
now?  With me?"

   "Ja," the two said.

   "I can do also?" Gretchen asked.

   "Sure, why not?  It's only kissing," he said.

   He pulled the girls around him and he laid a lip lock on Olivia.  He
took it nice and gentle with her.  He gave her an introduction to kissing.
He took it slowly for a few minutes.  So she could get used to kissing. 
After a few minutes, he gave her increasingly more passionate kisses.

   He couldn't spend all his time with just Olivia.  He gave her a little
peck on the nose and called Brigetta over.  It was her turn now.  He gave
her the same treatment, starting out slowly and building up with her too.
By now Stan had a raging hard-on, that the girls were happy to see.  After
Brigetta had gotten her introduction, he kissed the end of her nose.  That
signaled the end of her introduction.

   "Alright my erfahren,* one, let's update you, since level two was a
while ago." (*'experienced' in German)

   Gretchen came over to him and about jumped on him, landing in his lap,
flinging her arms around him, her legs extending back behind him.  It was a
good thing she was light.  She turned out to be only 27kg, or to Stan, 60
pounds.  It was fitting being as she was only 121cm or four feet tall.  She
was Olivia's younger sister, and like her, she had brown hair that came
down only to her jawline, that ran around the back of her head until it
came to the front.  There she had low bangs that came down to her eyebrows,
threatening to cover her brown eyes.  She was the cuter of the two sisters,
Stan thought.

   As she sat in his lap, he gave Gretchen the standard introduction he had
given the other two girls.  Either she was studying what he had been doing
with the other two girls, or she had more experience than she was letting
on.  She was somewhat of an accomplished kisser.  She didn't wait very long
before she was trying to get her tongue into his mouth.  She succeeded. 
But then Stan was easy that way.  His natural instincts took over, and he
was running his hand over her flat chest.  His dick poked its head up
higher to check out the scene.  Gretchen could feel it pushing up against
her hairless pussy.  A feeling she was enjoying very much.

   He pulled his mouth away from hers and was planting kisses on her neck,
causing her to coo.  He made his way up to her ear.  He was doing as he
always did, pouring sweet words into her ear as he kissed and licked them.
Only this time, his soothing words were in German.  He spent a good long
time with her, kissing.  His hands roamed freely over her flat chest.

   It had been so long the other girls were getting bored just sitting
there watching him make out with their friend.  It was Olivia that cleared
her throat loudly to interrupt them.

   She said something to Gretchen in German, but it didn't matter.  If she
was trying to up braid her sister without Stan knowing what she was saying,
it didn't work.  He had enough command of the language that he understood
what she was saying.  What she was saying was that Gretchen was hogging
Stan.  She needed to share him.  They all wanted a turn again.  Gretchen
got off his lap and the others could see his erection, and were a bit
jealous.

   "You can all share me," Stan told Olivia, in German, "Come on over
here." The language lesson was no longer going to be observed.  They were
done practicing their English for now.

   She moved over to him as he stretched out on the blanket.  They lie on
their sides, their faces together as they kissed.  Leading by example, Stan
tutored her in kissing.  She seemed to get the hang of it quickly, he
thought.  He moved around giving big sister the same treatment as he did
the little sister.  He was careful to use different words to tell Olivia
how she excited him.  Just on the off chance, the sisters compared notes.
The other thing they couldn't quite compare notes on was when Stan reached
and grabbed himself a handful of titty.  Stan did like them flat, but for
them to have a little more wasn't a problem for him.

   He could excite the girl all the same.  Actually, he could do it better
as her nipples would be more developed, and at this point Olivia's were
standing up.  They needn't have bothered.  They already had Stan's
attention.  He toyed with them while he gave her a lesson in kissing boys.
He would have moved on down to her chest to feast on the bounty there, but
he knew he had another one to go.  He couldn't be spending all his time
with just one girl.  He had three here.  He was going to have to pace
himself.  When he had Mirabell and Tessa at the same time, he could do one,
then the other.  The same with Angela and another girl.  He could do one
while the other patiently waited.  It wasn't going to be so with this trio.
But no worries.  Stan didn't mind.

   He sent Olivia away to welcome Brigetta.  Brigetta had been watching
what he did with the other two.  Her oven was preheated.  She jumped into
things with both feet.  She didn't let him spend too much time just working
his tongue in her mouth.  She saw how Olivia had gotten a little red in the
face when he was kissing her neck.  She wanted that, too.  She about pushed
his tongue out of her mouth with her own.  She pulled her head back and
tilled her neck towards him, to let him know that's where she wanted him.

   He went there, and she wasn't sorry he did.  She was loving it.  She
whispered "My ears," to him and he obeyed and went there.  Giving her what
she wanted.  He also reached down and began to toy with her AA cups.  He
had one hand on each tit working it.  That wasn't good enough for her.  She
reached down and, taking one hand, led it down to her slightly haired
pussy.

   He could feel her crotch was all wet.  He took to strumming her not so
little clit.  If Gretchen was cooing before, Brigetta had her well beat. 
She needed more than Stan was giving her at the moment.  She pushed his
head away and right down to her budding boobies.  He began to lick and suck
on the nipples that were standing up, even higher than Olivia's had done,
(and actually were still doing).  She loved to have her nipples sucked, as
she had that done before.  Though she would never let on about it.

   She told the truth.  She had never kissed a boy before, but that didn't
mean she hadn't ever been kissed before.  It was a big secret that Olivia
and Brigetta had been making out before.  No one knew, not even Gretchen,
and she hung around them a lot.

   Her oven was hot, and she needed something in it.  After he had paid due
homage to her boobs.  She was ready for him to move on.  He kissed his way
down her belly until he arrived at her very wet pussy.  He dove in.  He
licked up her flowing juices as he sent his tongue into her deeper
recesses. It was a passage not blocked like he expected to find.  There had
been fingers up there before he had come along, both hers and Olivia's.

   He was able to use his fingers to excite her.  But he wasn't going to
leave it at that.  His tongue went back to work, stimulating and
titillating her clit.  He did it in ways Olivia never had.  His lips were
sucking her while his tongue stroked it.  In the course of a few minutes'
work, Brigetta got her first male induced orgasm.

   It was a sight to behold.  Not that Olivia hadn't ever seen it before.
She had given a few to her best friend as well as received a few in return
from her.  But to Gretchen, it was a whole other thing.  She had toyed with
herself a few times, but she had never gotten so far.  Not like this.  It
was a revelation to her.  Surely something to strive for in the future.

   Now satisfied for the moment, Brigetta moved away.  Stan looked over at
Gretchen.  It was her turn again.  There was the usual exchange of kisses,
but he had been there and done that.  Time for new things.  He was aching
to get at that chest of hers.  First his hands were there, then shortly his
mouth joined them.  He licked, kissed, and felt around all of her chest in
the areas that soon would be growing up.  When he felt she might be getting
bored with the attention being paid to her areolas, he had to move on.  He
planted a trail of kisses down her belly, stopping to lick out her naval
causing her to giggle.

   He pressed on until he arrived at her hairless pussy.  He loved the
sight of it.  There was kisses galore all over it.  He began to lick up and
down the small lips.  It was causing her to shake and shimmer.  He used to
point of his tongue, to delve between the outer lips into her core.  Her
inner lips weren't much of anything, and they yielded to him willingly.  He
could soon wiggle the point of his tongue at the entrance to her tunnel of
love.  He couldn't go in much, maybe because it was blocked or maybe
because his tongue couldn't get up there so far.

   If it couldn't get there, he would go somewhere else.  That somewhere
else just happened to be her clit.  He bathed it in kisses and followed by
loads of licks.  He was licking it when she reached down and smashed his
head against her lower body.  He could still breathe, but he was going to
take revenge on her for that.  He fastened his lips around the area of her
clitoris and kept up his licking he added sucking to it as well.  But as
the final revenge, he started humming.  The vibrations on top of everything
else did it.  She never had a climax before, but she sure got one now. 
When she came to her proper mind, she thanked Stan with loads of kisses all
over his face.

   The only one in the room who hadn't had a cum was Olivia.  She came to
him for her turn again.  There were a couple of kisses, but she was
interested in more than that.  But he wasn't going to go too fast.  He
fondled her boobs, enjoying ones the size he never much paid any attention
to.  But they were getting is attention now.  Not only were his hands on
them, so was his mouth.  With those nipples of hers standing up so, he took
to suckling on them.  It felt like it was going right straight to her clit.
He switched off back and forth but it still felt like he was doing
everything to her clit.  It seemed to be wired into it.

   He didn't waste more time.  He didn't even bother to kiss his way down
like he did with the other two.  He crouched down between her spread legs
and began to do his magic.  His lips and tongue were everywhere down there.
She was thrilled and delighted beyond anything that Brigetta had ever done
for her.  He got his finger up into her central core.  She was like her
friend, open to first his tongue, then his finger.  He put a couple up in
her and found that special place in her, that Brigetta hadn't found, yet.
He worked his fingers on it, while he set about licking then sucking on her
clit that had been waiting and waiting for its turn to be loved.  It was a
loving well worth waiting for.  She crashed over and over again, with to
her, epic climaxes.  She never had that happen before, one after another
almost nonstop.  It carried on for a minute and a half.  She couldn't
believe it.  How could it have gone so long and so intense?  No matter how,
she loved it.  At least she did when she could manage to pull herself
together.  She had been so wasted.

   All the while that Stan had been pleasing the girls, his soldier stood a
lonely post nobody paying attention to him.  He rolled over on his back and
started to march his soldier up and down in his fist.  Olivia was too wiped
out to care, but Brigetta and Gretchen did.  They went over to help.  He
made them share the duty.  Something that wasn't at all burdensome to them.
As she was getting close, he directed Gretchen into a position that when he
shot his load, most of it went on to her chest.  Brigetta was the one who
got him off but Gretchen got most of the benefit.  Of that, she was glad.
Brigetta took what was on her hands and a little off Gretchen's chest and
rubbed in on her own budding boobies, while Gretchen was trying to rub his
cum into herself.

   By now Olivia had recovered and wanted some too.  But Stan wouldn't have
more to give for a while.  The other two were busy getting their skin cream
worked into themselves.  It was quiet for a moment.  They could hear it. 
There was no more rain on the roof.  This might be the best time to get
away before the rain started again.  They were about to gather up their
things when the girls showed him a sort of secret panel behind the
fireplace.  They could stow their stuff there for the next time.  They were
imploring Stan to come back the next day.  Stan could get a pass to leave
on Saturdays, but he wasn't sure he could come on Sunday.  He promised to
try.  If he could, he would meet them back here in the early afternoon.

   He returned to the base and went to see his company commander, Captain
Parmenter.  He was surprised that Stan would request a pass two days in a
row.  He would grant it, but only in the afternoon.  He also informed Stan
that the army was going to have war games over the next few weeks.  They
would be using tanks and other heavy equipment.  They were going to be
needing mechanics out in the field to service the tanks.  So, starting on
Monday, he was going to be going to special classes on tank maintenance. 
He would get two weeks of that, then he was going out in the field with
most of the rest of the division.

   Stan was up early.  He spent some time writing to his mother, which he
did frequently.  She loved getting letters from him.  She wrote him more
often than he wrote her.  With him out on his own, she had moved out of the
two-bedroom apartment into a smaller one bedroom.  It cost less.  She had
taken his things and put them in storage.  There were a lot of his clothes,
most of which he had out grown, the furniture from his room, and of course
his collection of Beatles records.

   He told her she could give away the clothes and sell the furniture, but
if she could, he wanted her to ship him his Beatles albums.  Once his
letter was done, he sat back.  He had gotten a copy of the Times.  He
wanted to see how that Yankees were doing.  They still sucked.

   Soon enough it was chow.  He ate then stopped by the PX and bought a
pack of rubbers, in case he needed them today.  Once off the base, he made
his way to the park, then through the forest.  He had to stop a couple of
times to remember the way.  Finally, he found the cabin.  He went around to
the back to try to open the door the way he saw Olivia do it.  He reached
in, and a hand grabbed his.  It shocked him.  He about fell over backwards
but then the door opened for him.  He bent down to crawl in and saw it was
Gretchen there to greet him.

   She led him into the front room.  The girls had gotten out the blanket
and spread it out.  They sat there waiting, hoping Stan would show up. 
Once he did, Olivia suggested that they all take off their clothes.

   "Why?" Stan asked.

   "Won't it be more fun that way?" Brigetta said.  Stan couldn't find
fault with that.  He was out of his clothes as fast as he could, but the
girls were even faster.  Not that he minded getting to see those naked
boobs and little pussies.  He didn't let on, but Gretchen turned him on the
most.

   The girls wanted to kiss.  Again, not something Stan was averse to
doing. The girls played rock paper scissors for who goes first.  Brigetta
won.  She sat down in Stan's lap, his legs out in front of him with her
sitting on them.  Her legs out in front of her extending behind Stan.  That
way, they got as close to each other as they could, except for that pole
extending from Stan's groin.  But it wasn't anything Brigetta was worried
about.

   The kissing turned into more.  He played with her budding boobs with his
hands, then with his mouth.  He was having a good time, and it showed.  Not
only was he standing tall there, but he was leaking from the tip.  He
didn't bother about that.  He soon had Brigetta down on her back with her
legs spread.  He went to work eating her.  He did a bit of what he had done
the day before.  Licking her lips, then sending his tongue on a recon
mission.  Having located her flowing stream, he drank of her fluids.  He
was planning on moving his tongue away.  But he needed something to plug
the dike, so the fluid didn't drain away, while he was busy elsewhere.  The
logical thing to use was a finger.  He stuck one in.  It was all wet.  So
he stuck it in again.  He did it again and again.  Back and forth, that
finger went.  When it could no longer do it's work solo, a brother finger
join him, as the two of them pumped back and forth into her hole.  But the
more they did it, the more fluid she produced, and it was all leaking out
of her.

   But Stan was busy and couldn't attend to that right at the moment.  He
was busy doing his imitation of licking an ice cream cone.  His cone of
choice now was her exposed clit.  He was licking it at first with little
flicks.  But he got into it more.  It became a constant flicker that wasn't
stopping.  It became a contest which was making more of their motions with
his fingers or his tongue.  Did it really matter?  Not to Brigetta, she was
lying there anything but still.  Her head tossed side to side, her hips up
and down, her arms alternately pulling at his head, then flying away
uncontrollably.  It all went on like that until she screamed.  Her orgasm
had overtaken her and her insides blew out with that loud noise.

   Stan moved down to be that cat who got the cream.  He licked up all of
the flowing cream she had produced.  When he got up from her, some of it
was still on his lips.  He grinned as used his tongue to clean it off, as
the other two girls watched.

   "Who's next?" he asked.

   "Me, me," both the girls were saying.  They agreed to play paper rock
scissors again.  Olivia came out on top.

   She moved over close to Stan, after he had moved away from a played out
Brigetta.  He gave her the same introduction with the kisses especially to
her neck, while he fondled her boobs.  It didn't take him long, to her
delight, to move away from her mouth and bring his lips and tongue to work
on her areolas and nipples.  They both got a good tongue lashing.  Her
nipples had never stood up taller, even on the coldest days.  She was
loving it.

   As much as she enjoyed his work on her tits, and she enjoyed it very
much, she wanted what Brigetta got.  She was giving little hints, by
pushing his head down, just ever so slightly.  Stan didn't hurry.  He made
sure she got a full workout on her boobs, but he didn't linger there
unnecessarily.  His lips made the stroll down her belly until it arrived
where she wanted them to go.

   He perused her nether lips with his tongue.  After they had gotten the
lay of the land, he used his lips to apply kisses all over the territory.
Once they had done their work, it was time to roll out his tongue.  He was
licking in earnest all up and down those lips.  She lay there, her eyes
closed, to concentrate on the feelings he was creating.  She waited,
wanting more.  Then out of nowhere his thumbs appeared to open those lips
and his tongue rushed into the void they had created.  It licked, tickled
her, stabbed at her vagina, and generally thrilled her.  It only got better
from there.  His finger went to work on her.  First it was up at her clit,
while his mouth stayed down, flicking itself into her love cave.  As the
feelings in her grew more, they switched.  His finger was now plunging into
her depths.  She felt it was going to the top of her womb.  But she
couldn't tell truthfully, because her clitoris was now seeking attention.
It already had Stan's, and he was sucking on it interspersed with licks. 
Now her clit was competing with her pussy hole for attention in her brain
as to which was causing her the most joy.  It was a tight race.  They were
neck and neck to Olivia's delight.  But all good things must come to an
end, and Olivia reached her end with a shattering climax.  If there were
glass in the windows, her voice crying out would have shattered them.

   She was drained, too.  For that matter, so was Stan.  His tongue needed
a rest.  Brigetta, who had now recovered, suggested a back massage to help
him rejuvenate.  Stan flopped down on his belly and let them have at it. 
She did most of the work, while Gretchen joined by doing his hands.  When
Olivia had recovered enough, she began work on his feet.  It wasn't long
before Stan was feeling good and relaxed.  He was limp as a wet noodle,
even his prick, which had been hard all the time since he was working with
the two girls.  Now it was getting a well deserved rest.

   Once Stan was refreshed, there was more work to be done.  He still had
one more to satisfy.  Truthfully, the one he found the sexiest of the
three, little Gretchen.  She came to him and meekly asked him, "My turn?"

   "Yes, my pet, your turn." He took her in his arms more tenderly than he
had the other two.  He plied her with gentle soft kisses that belied the
passion that was building between the two with their kisses.  They soon
enough turned torrid, as their desire built between them.  She had Stan's
solider standing at attention saluting her, as he drooled his love lube all
down his cock.  He was doing wonderful things to her little kitty without
even having to touch it.

   His lips and tongue were doing a number on her, not only her lips, but
they were all over her neck and ears.  They even ventured so far as to go
to the back of her skull and kiss where it met her spine.  That caused a
shiver in her.  His hands were busy, too.  They caressed her flat chest,
causing tingles with his touch.  He was going as far a field as her armpits
and her navel.  There seemed no place he wasn't touching.  But he didn't
forget those centers of attraction, the little areolas.  They were light
brown in color and only a centimeter across.  Small as they were, there was
some life in them, for her little nipples we rising to the occasion.  Stan
hated to drag his tongue away from that other ear.  But there was more work
to be done, if you could call it work.  It was a work he loved.

   He moved down and showered her chest with kisses.  They were landing
everywhere as his mouth ran amuck over her.  At seemingly random times, his
tongue would join in providing licks all over her.  But finally order was
restored and his mouth got down to their real work of loving her little
areolas.  It was a work they both were enjoying.  She was enjoying so much
she was getting the feeling she had last time with Stan.  He hadn't touched
her little kitty, but she was feeling those things again.  Her brain went
into overdrive and was exploding on her.  This was amazing.  It was only
from his loving work on her flat little chest.  Stan saw and paused a
minute to admire his work while he watched her in the midst of her little
climax.

   But he wasn't done yet, not by a long shot.  He moved on down to the
hairless little kitty.  He was stroking her thighs and on up to her lower
abdomen.  His hands were everywhere, creating tingles and thrills wherever
they touched.  Then the big equipment moved in.  His mouth was put to work.
There were kisses galore all over her.  With those licks, thrown in
besides. But as with her chest, he soon enough focused his work.  It
centered on her love hole.  He placed a layer of kisses down before
watering them with licks.  It started to bear fruit as she began to leak
her love ambrosia.  To Stan, it truly was the fruit of the gods.  He just
ate it up.  But his act of lapping it up was only encouraging more to be
produced.  A happy consequence for both.  The only thing for him to do was
to make long passes up and down her pussy clit.  It allowed him to ingest
her love lotion and at the same time give her the stimulation he felt she
deserved, and he certainly wanted to give her.  The only thing to do was
make rapid licks up and down that track.  His tongue was racing, as he
brought her another climax.  This one forced her pussy juice in a pulsation
that Stan was able get his mouth around as it shot into it.  He finished
the girl and left her a simpering, whimpering pile of attractive girl
flesh.

   He was happy, and a little spent, but he was game for more.  He was
still standing proud and tall.  He was needing some attention too. 
Gretchen came back to life quickly and saw what would become her favorite
part of Stan, all in need of attention.

   He did it to her.  Maybe she could do it to him.  She was going to try.
She moved her mouth down to his love tool.  She began to kiss it.  With
some urging from Stan, she took it in her mouth.  She licked and sucked on
his hard prick.  She gave attention to the head.  She had never done
anything like this before, or even seen it done.  She had heard some talk
about it.  It must have been stored in her head.  Now it was coming out as
a natural instinct.  He was getting a first class blow job from a first
time girl.

   As it continued, Stan warned her, "I'm going to cum." but he said it in
English not thinking about the language.  Gretchen wasn't quite prepared
for his load that was now pulsating into her mouth.  But she stuck with it.
He gave her a nice helping of man juice.  She looked at him wondering what
to do with it.  Realizing his mistake before, this time he spoke in German,
"Swallow it." when she looked at him with a questioning look he said, "It
will help your breasts grow it is even better when it is in you than on
you," he lied.  With a gulp, it was all gone.  All things considered, she
didn't think it was so bad.

   Now Stan needed a rest.  He took a towel and gave a wipe to his deflated
dick.  He rolled over on to his belly to rest.  Olivia plopped down on his
butt.  She reached forward and began to massage his shoulders.  There was a
little bit of squawking between her and Brigetta.  Olivia moved off his
butt to a side, but she kept up the massage of his shoulders.  Brigetta was
on his other side.  She began to work on the rest of is back below where
Olivia was working.  Finally, Gretchen joined in, working first one leg
then the other.  A half an hour of that plus the rest Stan and was
rejuvenated.  He wasn't hard, but he was more rested.

   Olivia was determined to change that.  She came and began to kiss Stan
on his ear and gently stroke his face until he turned over to face her more
properly.  She could now begin to give him better kisses.  She put her
heart and soul into those kisses.  She accomplished her goal, his little
soldier was back on duty standing proud and tall.

   As a reward for the back massage, he started giving her a front massage.
He had both of her little fruits in his hands and was weighing them and
checking them for tenderness and ripeness.  They were tender and ripe. 
There was only one thing to do with them: he must eat them.  His tongue was
bathing her breasts, licking her everywhere.  He paid special attention to
her areolas which were standing up begging for attention, so attention they
got.  He poured kisses galore on them, interspersed with licks.  Finally,
he topped them over with fondling one nipple while he sucked on the other.
He traded off frequently, making sure they both were getting their quota.
They showed that they were.  They were as big and erect as they had ever
been.

   He began to work his way down to her slightly haired pussy.  She was all
for that, expecting him to eat her to a nice climax.  He did begin to eat
her, but in the middle of it when he had her all worked up.  He had been
using a finger in her.  She loved that.  Stan figured she would love the
real thing.  He grabbed his pants and pulled out of his pocket a condom. 
"Is it OK?" He held it up asking her auf Deutsch.  He assumed she knew what
it was.  Which she did.

   "I've never done it before," she said, neither accepting or rejecting.

   "Maybe so, but someone or something has been in there before.  Wouldn't
you like to have the real thing?" he said as he pulled it out of the
package and began to put it on.

   "Will it hurt?"

   "It shouldn't, you're already opened.  It should be only pleasure."

   "Sehr gut," she said.  "How do you want me?"

   "Just lie back, that will be fine," he told her now brandishing his now
sheathed sword in front of him.  He took her legs in hand and spread them,
doubling up her knees.  "There that'll be fine." Just to get her back in
the mood and to get her river running he began to lick her.  Moving up to
her clitoris paying it some attention.  He could feel her to start to
unleash her stream.  That was what he needed.  He moved over top of her
balancing himself on his knees while leaning forward, he spread her lips.
That gave him his target.  With that located he used one hand to support
himself and move his hard cock to just the opening of her pussy.  With it
lined up he didn't need his hands anymore supporting his weight on his
hands and knees until his body was touching hers.  He gave her a kiss to
the lips and at the same time pushed in.  He sank all the way in an
instant.

   She was tight but not like some of the girls he knew back in the states.
But she was good nevertheless.  He gave her a second, then he began to
move. He pulled his face back from hers.  She showed no sign of any pain.
He began to kiss her on her ear and neck, while he was tap dancing inside
her.  It took her a couple minutes of him sawing in and out of her before
she began to react more.  She had put her arms around him.  Her hands
clasped behind his back.  She did coo a bit.  But Stan took that as coming
more from his kissing her neck, which he found she really liked.

   She began to move with him, thrusting at him when he was at her.  They
now had a rhythm going.  Soon enough she was wrapping her legs around his
waist.  She was now tossing her head about.  He could no longer get at her
neck as she was moving too much for him to get at it properly.  He could
feel from the constriction of her pussy she was going to pop soon.  He
stepped up the pace and began to pour it into her.  He was setting a new
rhythm to their dance.  She couldn't keep up, she was miss-stepping.  She
had lost the beat.  She couldn't concentrate on anything.  Her brain was a
whirl of feelings.  Then just as Stan expected she got her cum.  It was a
good one.  She lost all control or her conscious self her body was just
reacting.  One thing it was doing was squeezing her pussy muscles.

   She made a tighter passage for Stan.  But he persevered though it.  It
was his natural instinct, to get his seed up that girl's passage and get to
her egg waiting inside.  His body reacted, he shot out his baby makers with
great force to give them a head start on their journey through her womb. 
But as soon as they exited his body they were foiled.  They ran into a
solid wall of latex that wasn't going to let any of them out to do their
duty.  They all ended up collecting in the tip of his condom, trapped,
unable to fulfill their mission.  While they might have failed, Stan
hadn't, he gave Olivia about her best orgasm ever, and he wasn't feeling so
bad either.  He rolled off her and slipped his deflating dick out of her.
Soon the thing was a poor remnant of its former glory.  He reached down and
slid the used rubber off his now shrunken cock.  He tossed it aside.  Alas
for his poor little swimmers, first they were foiled, then tossed aside, to
die in a tomb of latex unmourned.

   Stan and Olivia both need to catch their breath.  The one not wanting to
catch her breath was Brigetta.  She had just seen what her best friend had
gotten.  So often they had talked about, even dreamt about doing this. 
They had been doing it to each other with their fingers, for more than a
year now.  It had finally come true for her best friend.  Now she wanted to
live the dream too.

   This time there was no resuscitation for Stan's soldier.  Not much light
could get into the abandoned cabin in normal times there was less light
now, meaning the sun was going down.  The girls were going to have to start
for home.  There was no time for Brigetta to get her turn.

   She asked if he could come back next week, or at least how soon he could
come back.  Stan knew enough not to say too much.  He could only tell her
was going away for a while.  He didn't know how long.  He wasn't sure how
long before he would be back.

   She looked at him with tears in her eyes, and told him she very much
wanted him, she wanted him to be the first in her.  She wanted him to come
back.  Stan was a bit taken aback at the depth of her feelings.  He
promised her that he would be more than happy to be her first, but she just
had to wait as his duty was calling him.  He must go.  He told them as soon
as he could he would be back.  They should come every weekend to the lake
in nudist area, that is where he will look for them as soon as he returned.
What else could she do but accept that.  She knew that he didn't live in
her world.  She couldn't have him whenever she wanted.  There were boys in
the village she could have.  In fact there were many that would love to
have her.  But the thought that his was an older one.  A man and not a boy,
like they were.  A foreign one at that, it made him more exotic, but not
too strange as he could speak to her in her language.  Very few of the GIs
from the base could do that.

   Stan hurried back to the base.  His whole life for the next week was
hurry up.  There was a lot to learn about the maintenance he was going to
have to be doing, and in the field no less, not in the shop where they had
all the tools they wanted and time to do the job.

   He ended up spending most of the summer in the field.  Work was busy, so
it made the time fly.  As grubby as things might be, Stan just reminding
himself, that in Germany the war games were just pretend.  That was a lot
better than Vietnam, where the war was real.

   When he got back to his barracks Sgt.  Tommy Marin, one of his two best
friends, told him he had some packages over at the post office waiting for
him.  He saw them.  They were big, and if Stan wanted he would go over and
help him get them.

   The guys who had been in the field were given two days off before they
were to return to their regular duty rotation.  So the next morning as soon
as it opened Stan took Tommy with him and went over to get his packages. 
Tommy wasn't kidding there was one box sort of square, the other a long
flat rectangle.  It was a lot heavier than it looked.  He got a look at the
return addresses.  They were from his mother.

   They managed to lug them back to the barracks.  Setting them down on his
bed he proceeded to open the square one.  He had an idea of what it was. 
Sure enough, there were crumpled newspapers on top, under it was his
Beatles record albums.  She had packed them well with more crumpled
newspapers under them.  He checked them out they were all intact.  Oddly
between one of the albums she had included the note about the job at Dan
Lewis' garage.

   Now what was the other one?  He removed the outer wrappings, and it was
looking like a case of some kind.  It had suitcase like locks on its thin
sides.  He popped them open and lifted the top.  He couldn't believe his
eyes it was a Fender Stratocaster electric guitar.  How could his mother
have afforded that?  This was a good guitar.

   There were two letters in it, along with an envelope.  One was lying
loose in his mother's writing.  He picked that one up first.  It read,
"Stan: this is for your twenty-first birthday.  Your dad got it for you. 
But he couldn't send it to you.  I am sending it for him.  I
haven't seen him for sometime, and honestly I don't expect to see him

again.  But he wanted you to have this and to know that he loves you.  I am
sending you your records, so I thought I would send it altogether, Love
Mom. P.S.  Happy Birthday."

   He picked up the other letter that was folded over.  He opened it.  It
was in writing he didn't recognize.  It read:

   Dear Stanley:

   You're a man now serving our country, just like I did years before.  I
want you to know I'm

   proud of you.  I got you your first guitar and I understand you play it
well.  I heard you had all

   the little girls swooning for you.  Now that you're a man, you need a
man's guitar.  I think this

   will fill the job.  I know you need an amp to play it, but I really
can't send that by the mail.  So

   I'll have to ask you to do that part yourself.  But there is a little
something to help you out with it.

   Your loving,

   Dad

   He wrote the letter but he didn't even put his name down?  His dad knows
him, but would he ever know his dad?  He picked up the envelope.  In it
were six old wrinkled 50 dollar bills.  Well, at least he could get a
decent amp for that kind of money.

   Stan was busy over the next two weeks, and it was until nearly the last
weekend of the summer that he could get a pass to go off base.  He reported
to Captain Parmenter to get the pass.  He walked into the office; he stood
at attention, then saluted.  "Private Costello reporting," Stan said.

   "Costello, I have your pass for you.  I also have something else.  I
have sent in my evaluation for you.  I rated you high enough, also you have
been here long enough.  You are going to be promoted to corporal. 
Congratulations, corporal.  All your things will come through this office
in a couple of days," the captain said.

   "Thank you, sir."

   "Go have fun this weekend.  You earned it.  You are dismissed," the
captain said, handing him his pass.

   "Yes sir, thank you, sir.  Stan saluted, turned, and left.

   He headed back to his barracks, found his pack of condoms and put them
in a pocket, headed out to the nudist lawn.  It wasn't the greatest of days
by the looks of the sky, but if things went the way he hoped they would, he
wouldn't be outside for long.  He would be inside.  Inside that old cabin
and maybe inside one of those girls if they were there.  He hoped they
would be, but it had been a long time since he was last there.  They might
have given up on him figuring he wasn't coming back.

   He got there and began to wander around.  It took a bit, but he spotted
the three of them.  As he walked over to where they were, Gretchen spotted
him first.  She alerted the other two, who stood and waved.  Gretchen ran
over to him.

   "I didn't think you were going to come back," she said in German.

   "Now why would I not come back to see my favorite English students?" she
said in English.

   "Ah, I forgot we should speak English.  Come, we go to the place." She
began to lead him off over to the cabin.  She waved at the other two girls,
who picked up their things and Gretchen's clothes and followed off behind.

   They got into the cabin and retrieved the blanket they had hidden, plus
they had the smaller blanket that the girls were using on the lawn.  They
spread them out, giving them somewhere to sit.

   Olivia said, "Are you going to take off your clothes?  You see we are
naked?"

   "Oh sure," he said as he began to strip.

   "Isn't that much better?" Brigetta asked, eyeing his rising boner.

   "You know I think you're right Brigetta," he said with a grin.  "It is
much better."

   She became rather bold.  "The last time you were here with us.  You gave
Olivia and Gretchen your attention.  Do you think you could give me your
attention?"

   "We need to share him," Olivia protested.

   "No, you had him last time.  I've been waiting for so long.  You got to
know what it is like to have a man like that.  Now it is my turn," Brigetta
insisted.

   "What am I supposed to do while I'm waiting for you to finish?" Olivia
retorted.

   "Do what we do," Brigetta told her best friend.

   "With who?"

   "Her," Brigetta said, pointing to Gretchen.

   Olivia reacted with, "She's my sister."

   "So," was Brigetta's response.

   Olivia appealed to Stan.  "She wants me to make out (make out?  that is
the right word, yes?), with my sister.  That isn't right, is it Stan?"

   "I'll tell you Olivia, you are already doing things with girls.  Some
people don't like those things, but I think it's OK.  So, I don't think it
is so bad if you do things with a girl even if she is your sister.  No one
but us will ever know, unless you tell, because I won't."

   "What choice do I have?" Olivia said, pouting.  She scooted over next to
Gretchen.

   Gretchen leaned away from her.  "You didn't even ask me if I wanted to
do things with you.  Maybe you should," she said with indignation, and in
German.

   "Go ahead Gretchen, if you do, then you can be next, OK?" Stan told her.

   "OK, Stan, for you I do.  But I must be next," Gretchen insisted.

   Stan nodded yes and gave her a wink.  He turned to Brigetta and began to
lay kisses on her.  It was just what she was waiting for.  He glanced over
at the other two girls.  Olivia had Gretchen in her arms and they were
swapping spit, too.

   Brigetta was itchy and wanted things quickly.  She was going to be more
into his working on her ears, and then her boobs.  She made sure he had his
hands there.  He was doing wonderful things to her there.  She loved it. 
Not only was he fondling her, he pinched and pulled at her nipples, it was
creating a pleasurable pain in her.

   When he moved down there with his mouth, he gave her little nips to her
teats.  She was getting to like that.  He made up for the bites with licks
and sucks on them.  The contrast between the feeling he was creating in her
excited her.  He figured out she liked it a little rougher than Olivia did.


   He moved his hands down to her pussy.  She was already getting wet
there. He was rubbing her clit mixed with little pinches.  He was a little
less gentle when putting his fingers into her waiting pussy.  That in
itself seemed to get her hotter.  She was squirming around, like she
couldn't hold still.  He moved down to lick out her juices.  He was snaking
his pointed tongue up her tight little hole.  But it was willing to make
way for him and opened up willingly before him.  But in doing so it was
releasing a flood of her pussy juice.  Stan was lapping it up, but he
couldn't get it as fast as she was making it.  It flowed down the crack of
her butt and was all over his chin.  He couldn't care less, he was enjoying
what she was producing.  But too soon he knew that things were going to
have to change.  If she wanted what Olivia had gotten last time, he was
going to have to pull away, at least for a moment.

   He moved back a bit and reached over and grabbed his pants.  He pulled
the pack of condoms out and tore one open.  Brigetta was upset that he had
stopped.  But then she saw what he was doing and realized she was going to
get her first one.  That made things better.  Stan rolled it on his hard
pecker.  He went back to her pussy with both mouth and fingers just to make
sure she was fully ready for it.

   His mouth was on her clit, giving a good workout, while his fingers were
doing what his cock would be doing in just a minute.  He just wanted to be
sure she would open up and accept him in.  He needn't have worried.  He was
going to be very welcome there.  His arrival was expected and wanted.  He
took a minute to get over her between her legs.  She knew what to do.  She
spread her legs and doubled up her knees.  Stan took his place.  Once he
was lined up before he could push down into her she jerked her hips up and
her greedy snatch gobbled up his cock.  He was in her, and he hadn't done
it.  This girl was ready.  She was so wet he could slide in and out of her
with the greatest of ease.

   She was wanting this.  She had lowered her hips, dragging him along with
her.  It was almost like the Chinese finger traps.  The more you pull on
it, the tighter it gets.  But for Stan, tight was not a problem.  He liked
it that way.  He began to pump into her.  She was meeting him thrust for
thrust.  They got a rhythm going.  While Stan kept the same beat, he threw
in little variations, he would go in a rotating motion.  Once he had
bottomed out in her, he would rotate the other direction coming out.  Then
he would use the same rotation going in as coming out.  Then he would
change it around, rotating out the way he had first gone in the very first
time.  He did that several times.  Then he began shorter strokes, while
keeping up the same speed.  But Brigetta wasn't going to have that.  She
wrapped her legs around his hips with her heels crossed over his butt.  She
wasn't going to have none of those baby strokes.  If he didn't go all the
way down to her cervix, she was going to make him.  She used her legs to
force him in.  There was a byproduct to that with her using her legs, it
tended to make her pussy even tighter.  Luckily for Stan, it wasn't so
tight he couldn't get in.  It also set him up that he was rubbing her
G-spot much more and it was crushing her clit between his pubic bone and
hers.  The stimulation from both at the same time was overwhelming, like
someone had turned the volume up on her excitement to eleven.

   When you have things turned up so high, sooner or later you are going to
blow things out.  That is just what happened to Brigetta.  She was blown
away.  This was like no other feeling she had before.  Not only was there
the excitement that Stan was causing in her, but there was the knowledge
that it was a man doing this, not her best friend with her fingers.  She no
longer was a virgin.  Something she had been wanting to shed for sometime.

   While she was getting her cookies.  Stan was pumping her through her
orgasm.  He could now sense that his was impending soon too.  He poured it
into her.  When he came, it felt so forceful shooting out of him he feared
for a moment that it might blow a hole in the rubber.  He figured that at
fourteen, Brigetta could very well get pregnant.  He was sure that he
wouldn't end up like Joey.  The army might not like it, and they had their
own special way of dealing with you.  He didn't want any of that, thank
you.

   He pulled back from her.  She was wiped out, and he was a little bushed
himself.  He pulled the condom off.  He took a look at it.  The tip was
very full with his cum, but there were no holes in.  No baby risk there.

   He looked over.  Gretchen had three fingers up her sister's twat trying
to pump into her.  Her mouth was licking the extend clit.  But it wasn't
enough for Olivia.  She was getting her hand in there trying to stage
direct the effort.

   He was lying back and watching.  Finally, it seemed Gretchen had managed
to get her sister off.  But the younger sister didn't look too happy.  She
had been doing all the work and got nothing in return.  The best she had
gotten from her sister was a few kisses.

   Gretchen looked over at him.  "Are you ready for me now?"

   "Yeah, sure, come on over.  Did Olivia give you a good time?"

   "No, she didn't do anything but a few kisses.  She made me do all the
things to her."

   "That's what little sisters are for," Olivia retorted in German.

   Stan kissed her on her ear, then whispered in it, "You licked her
pussy?" She nodded her head yes.  "Did she lick yours?" he whispered.  This
time the shake of the head was a no.  "Did you like licking her?"

   She moved over to his ear, whispering in it she said, "Yes, but she was
so bossy about it."

   "Maybe she will be nicer about it and she will do it for you, next
time," he put back in her ear.

   "I don't know if there will be a next time.  Besides you do wunderbar
job for me.

   "That what you want from me?"

   "Yes, oh yes please, will you do it for me?," she said as a plea.

   "I think that can be arranged," he said with a kiss to her ear.  Then he
began to not only kiss it, he was using his tongue to lick, having his
tongue travel through the pattern of her ear until he got near the ear
canal.  Then he told her in a whisper how sexy she was, so very cute.  As
he poured those things in her ear, his hands were running across her flat
chest.  It was thrilling, soothing, and tickling all at once to the girl.
The sense of his touch was like a thousand little electric currents
flicking on and off with the messages it was sending to her brain.  All the
messages were the same, it was saying of the exquisiteness of his touch.

   While his hands were busy, so was his mouth.  He began to nibble at her
earlobes.  After they reached their maximum capacity of stimulation.  He
moved to her mouth, and they began to express their passion in hot kisses,
their tongues only adding to the passion.

   It wasn't clear who couldn't take it no longer, her or him.  But her
baby breasts had to be adored.  Stan was going to have to go down there and
give it the adoration they deserved.  His kisses were all over them.  He
mopped up after them with his tongue.  If there were little electrical
currents before, they were replaced by small explosions of fireworks as her
skin grew hot.  There was a blush to her chest, and it became
hypersensitive.  Everywhere his lips went, she was craving more.  She had
to have it.  Without it how could she live?  When he began his work on her
areolas, she was about to go out of her mind with the pleasure.  He licked
and sucked on the little things, that were only two shades darker than the
surrounding skin, to denote their location.  But they had raised their
little nipples to help Stan find them, and he did.  There were kisses
applied to them in abundance, to go with the licks.  The sucking on them
was only the cherry on top.  Then it happened for her, she felt that
special feeling, that exploding in her head of all the delights in world
rushing into her.  It all had happened, and he hadn't even touched her
little kitty yet.  She felt she was going to die, to expire with the
passion.

   The feelings toned down, but they didn't go away as Stan was now slowly
kissing his way down her belly.  He took a break to lick out her innie
navel.  It felt good, and it tickled too, causing her to giggle, thereby
lowering the heat in her for a bit.

   It was soon going back up as his hands gently caressed her inner thighs.
Not only stimulating her, but causing them to break out in goosebumps.  His
fingertips touching the backs of her knees was causing her to lose control.
The legs seemed to move on their own according in crazy ways.  He only
settled them down when he placed the first kiss square on her little
hairless kitty lips.  She suddenly went rigid and her only movement was
pushing her hips to his lips.  He covered her with kisses.  As much as she
liked that, and she liked it a lot, she was wanting more.  His tongue was
desired very much for what it could do for her.  He didn't disappoint.  He
was licking her up and down from her perineum up to her clitoris.  There
were several passes like that, before it wedged its way between her small
but fat outer lips.  He could now use the point of his tongue to reach into
her virgin vaginal entrance.  She could accept Stan's tongue knocking at
that door, but when he attempted to introduce a finger into her special
place, she would wince and pull back from him a bit.  After doing that
three times, he realized that the door was closed to his finger at this
time, and by extension, his cock.  He would have to wait awhile before he
took that cherry.

   But that didn't mean he couldn't lick that out.  He set about cleaning
her out from the liquid she was producing.  But he never could get it all.
The more he licked, the more he stimulated her to produce.  He might as
well quit while he was ahead.  But he wasn't going to give up on her.  He
just moved along to the next spot in the neighborhood.  He began to flick
his tongue on her little clit.  After a few flicks, her clit wasn't so
little any more.  It was poking, its head out to see what was going on.  It
was rewarded with more slippery licks as he salivated all over her, getting
her very wet.  It caused her to come out and play more.  She was reaching
out in a tiny erection.  He had never seen her this way before.

   She hadn't been like this before, she was turned on like never before.
She was floating up in the sky, but she was grounded to Stan.  She could
feel everything he was doing to her and it was causing her to reach levels
of pleasure she had never experienced before.

   Her clit was standing up like it was waving a flag, daring Stan to come
and capture it.  He was up for the challenge.  With a giant gulp, he took
the whole area in his mouth.  Now he could flick it and suck it.  But she
was putting up a fight.  She wasn't going to give up her flag without a
fight.  She was reacting rather than thinking.  Her hips bounced up and
down and all over the place.  Stan had to grab hold of her by her hips and
try to contain her as she writhed all over the place, twisting and turning
each and every way.  Her hips bounding up and down.  Her head rapidly
turning from side to side.

   Her body couldn't take any more.  Her pussy contracted, forcing out the
juices in her love canal, showering Stan's neck.  At the same time, she let
out a loud shriek.  It caused Olivia and Brigetta to look at her in terror.
Maybe Stan had done something that hurt her.  The only thing she seemed to
be able to move were her hands.  She grabbed Stan by the back of his head,
forcing his face towards her.  It was like she was going to force his head
up into her pussy.  She would do it if she could, as long as he brought
along her clit, which was buried deep in his mouth.

   Finally, her climax abated.  She fell back limp as a rag doll.  The two
girls rushed to her side to see she was still breathing, but her face was
flush, her skin hot, but she had a look of contentment that they had never
seen.  Once they realized that she was alright.  She had just had the most
powerful climax they had ever seen.

   After taking a minute to take it all in, Olivia announced, "I'm next."

   Stan rolled over and smiled at her without saying a word, but he opened
his arms to welcome her.  She rushed over to him.  Their lips met as soon
as she was in his arms.  She was trying her best to put all of her passion
and excitement into those kisses.  There was the hope burning in her that
Stan could give her to as powerful an orgasm as she witnessed her little
sister get.  She was in luck each hot kiss she gave to him, he returned
with interest, which was just what she was seeking.

   His tongue was all over the place, first in her mouth, then tickling the
underside of her chin as it worked its magic on her neck.  He made it
around to her ears.  They were covered in kisses.  He used his tongue to
trace around her outer ear.  Into her ear canal he blew his hot breath.  It
seemed to warm her soul.  He used his whole mouth on her earlobe.  He
kissed, licked and nibbled on them.

   Suddenly, he stopped.  He rolled her over and began to perform the same
operation of the other ear.  He felt that it deserved equal treatment. 
When the other ear had gotten all it could stand, he went back to her
mouth. She opened it to welcome his tongue in.  But once he was in, she
commenced to wrestle his tongue.  But being the bigger man, you would think
that he would prevail.  But he let her have her way, and gave into her,
allowing her to push him out, and pursue him back into his mouth.  But it
was a trap.  He could now suck on her tongue captured in his mouth.  But
captured or not, she was loving everything happening to her.

   He opened another front on the war of the tongues.  His hand grabbed her
sprouting boobies.  He was soon not only fondling them, he squeezed them,
mashed and generally abused them.  That had the powerful effect of arousing
her, it hadn't hurt her, much but the pain receptors were activated as well
as the pleasure center.  The messages to her brain were getting confused,
and that only heightened what she was feeling.

   His hands were replaced by his mouth, he was licking all over.  He was
getting the often neglected underside of her breasts.  They were especially
sensitive.  While his tongue tickled, it also felt so good to her.  He at
the same time was teasing her areolas with his wetted fingers.  He was even
able to get a hold of her nipples.  He used his index fingers and thumbs to
move over them as though he was jerking them off.  All these feelings in
her head were so much, her brain was threatening to go into overload.

   He wasn't going to let up.  He next had her areolas in his mouth as he
licked them and sucked on her now slightly elongated nipples.  He switched
back and forth several times, making sure they were both covered well.  She
had never felt like this before, especially with the feelings coming from
her tits.

   He began to kiss his way down her belly.  Her excitement was building
with anticipation.  She was getting what she had hoped for, and then some.
The thoughts of what he could and would do to her pussy were stoking her
head.  She was all prepped when his lips arrived on hers.  He commenced to
kiss those lips, causing her inner spring to begin to flow.  Stan could
smell the scent of her arousal.  In only a short time, she was leaking her
love lotion from between her closed lips.

   There was only one thing Stan could do, and that was to drink from her
spring.  But he wasn't going to just take the overflow.  He was going to
the source like Dr.  Livingston, searching for the source of the Nile. 
Stan didn't have to brave jungles to find the source of Olivia's spring. 
But he did have to get past the hair that was growing around her pussy.  He
didn't like having to venture through her hair that had been growing over
the summer from when he first met her.  But he was a brave man and his
tongue fought its way through.  He was able to wedge his way in.  now he
could lap up all he wanted of that warm, wet ambrosia of Olivia.  He
enjoyed it.  So did she, as she could feel his tongue as it licked her
inner self.  But he was just getting her warmed up.  He replaced his tongue
with his finger.  She would have objected, but his tongue was now on her
clitoris and doing wondrous things there.  It could have made her forget
about him not being at the entrance to her vagina.  But she didn't need to
forget about that, as his finger was doing things to her that which she
very much liked.

   She was reaching peaks that were unknown to her before.  She didn't like
it when Stan stopped for a minute while he tore open the condom package
with his teeth.  He as quickly rolled the rubber on to his turgid prick. 
She wasn't going to waste time, she assumed the position.  Stan got over
her.  She reached up and grabbed his manhood and led it into her waiting
hole.  He leaned forward and with a kiss to her lips, he pushed into her.
She felt as though her life was fulfilled with him filling up that void in
her inner space.

   She felt all that before he began to move in her.  He did move in her.
It seemed he was doing a waltz in her.  But then, once she was used to the
one-two-three movement, he changed it all up and was now doing the cha-cha.
It was confusing her brain with all these feelings.  But no matter,
confused or not, it was all pushing her senses higher and higher.  Finally,
like the elevator that is flying up the shaft when it reaches the top floor
and can't stop, it flies up and out of the shaft and keeps going up to the
heavens.

   Olivia was on that elevator.  She was heaven bound.  That elevator of
Stan's was driving her there.  As she broke through the shaft and out into
the light of day and brilliant light, Stan was doing his part.  He was
shooting out all those baby makers he had built up in his balls.  They set
out on their mission only to be foiled by the condom he was wearing to keep
them from going all into Olivia.  Perhaps the reason that she was so
wanting Stan and what he was giving her was because her body was telling
her she had an egg in the waiting room.  It was loitering there, waiting
for Stan's sperm to come join it.  But alas, his cum couldn't make that
date.  They were all trapped in that piece of latex.

   He pulled out holding it to make sure it didn't come off and allow some
of his swimmers to get away and try to fulfill their function.  He rolled
over and slipped it off his deflating dick.  Gretchen looked at she could
see the tip, it looked to be filled to over flowing.  If it was true that a
man's cum spread on her chest could make her boobs grow, she wasn't going
to waste that cum.  He didn't put in her sister, but she had use for it. 
She took the condom and turned it inside out, squeezing all his jizz out on
her chest.  She rubbed it around, hoping that it might have some effect on
her.  Of course, she didn't think she was going to instantly sprout
boobies. But if it helped her, she could wait for it to have its effect.

   Each of the girls had their cum, and Stan had a couple.  It was time to
break up this party.  The girls got what they came for and Stan was about
drained.  As the two older girls dressed, Gretchen came over to cuddle a
little more with Stan.  She wasn't ready for what he had given the other
girls, but when the time comes, she sure wanted Stan to be one giving it to
her.  She sat naked in his lap for a while.  The other girls were getting
impatient waiting on her.  But school was back in session in a week.  There
could be no more visiting of the nudist gathering place.  Even if they
wanted, the short Bavarian fall would be on them with cooler temperatures
and they wouldn't want to be anywhere naked, especially some old abandoned
cabin in the woods.  With a final kiss and a pat on her bottom, Stan and
Gretchen got up to dress.  Stan folded up the blanket and stashed it in the
hiding place.  He knew that this would be the last meeting for the year. 
He wondered if the blanket would be there next year, if he were to see the
girls and come back here with them.  He took the pack and left the blanket.
He also stashed the condoms there.

   Life was now back to the army drudgery.  Every day the same thing, but
it was OK.  Stan was doing the same thing back in Dan Lewis' garage. 
Welcome to adult life.  He had what he needed from the army, and he got
paid for it on top of that.  He tried to send some money to his mom, but
she said that living in a smaller place and not having to feed her growing
son, she now had all the money she needed.  He put most of his pay into an
account and could see it grow.  The other thing was that was good for him.
He could now play his electric guitar without disturbing the other guys, as
long as he didn't use the amp.  As good as he was, he was only getting
better when he hooked up with a couple of guys from an infantry outfit. 
Not only did he learn a lot from them.  But there was talk of forming a
little group.  They had a couple of guitar players and one who could play
bass, if only they could find a drummer.  Not no matter, they still played
together, and had fun.