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 ï>¿My Sister's Pussy by Art Martin

   Chapter 12

   Travis and Sam have a whack-off competition, the winner takes --

   After supper, I wrote my essay on "The Virtues of Punctuality" and did
my other homework.  Completing my required tasks with the throughness of a
typical fifteen-year-old male, I sauntered downstairs for snack.  Leanne
had come home and she was sitting in Dad's lap.  His hand was up her
t-shirt, gently massaging her tit while he and Mom carried on a
conversation about some mundane matter.

   Dad turned and saw that I was staring.  He frowned with a look that I
knew meant that I was being rude, something neither he nor Mom tolerated
any better than lying.  Quickly I averted my eyes and went to the fridge
for a piece of pie.

   I sat at the table, joining my sister and dad.  Munching on my pie, I
watched them as surreptitiously as possible.  Again I was struck with the
peculiarities of my family's rules and attitudes.  It was okay for me to
watch him fuck my sister, just as it was okay for me to fuck my mother
while he watched, but for some unknown reason, it wasn't polite to watch
him feel up Leanne at the kitchen table.  Never did figure that out. 
Parents!

   Finishing my pie, I took my plate and fork and put them in the
dishwasher.  Dad kissed the back of Leanne's neck and pushed her off his
lap.  Mom and Dad said their goodnights and retired to watch the season
finale of Law and Order.  Leanne and I went upstairs.

   "Where were you today?" I asked innocently knowing full well the answer.

   "Oh, Becky and I got together with Tom, Jason, and Eric and few of their
friends."

   "Have fun?"

   "What do you think?" she said with mischievous grin.

   "Yeah, you had fun."

   "How about you, Squirt?"

   "Sam's mom was waiting for me when I got home."

   "Have fun?"

   "Yeah, I had fun," I answered with a grin.

   "Becky had the most fun," she said dourly.  "You know, being it's my
time and all, the guys gave Becky all the attention."

   "You didn't get laid?"

   "Well, yeah, you know, I got it in the ass a few times, gave lots of
blowjobs, but no one touched my pussy."

   "That's too bad.  How come?  You've got a nice pussy."

   "Travis, you've got to be kidding?  Guys, well most guys, won't touch a
girl when she having her period."

   "Why not?"

   "Good question!  I know it gets a little messy.  Well, actually I
suppose it can get very messy, but still..."

   "So what?  Maybe I'm some sort of pervert, but that was really cool
yesterday.  I've never seen a girl bleed like that before."

   "And you liked seeing me bleed down there?"

   "Yeah, it was...  uh, you know...  natural."

   "Natural?  Yes it is," she laughed.  "Oh my god, Travis, you're
something else!  Once word gets round you like a girl on the rag, they'll
be lining up in the driveway."

   Leanne looked thoughtful for a minute.  "You got all your homework and
chores done?"

   "Yeah."

   "So do I.  You wouldn't be interested in..."

   "You bet I'm interested.  I've thought about it all day."

   "Well, what are we waiting for?  C'mon, lets go to bed."

   Next morning I was awakened by the voice of my mother exclaiming, "Oh...
my...  god!"

   Leanne and I bolted upright, alarmed at the tone of Mom's voice.  We
both looked at the other wondering what could possibly be the matter. 
Certainly being in bed naked with my naked sister didn't qualify as
something to be alarmed about.

   "Get up!  Get up you two!  Oh my, my, my.  Look at this mess!"

   We jumped up still not knowing what the big deal was until we saw the
bed.  It looked like something out of 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre'.  There
were bloodstains everywhere.  Leanne and I both were smeared with a taint
of red.  Leanne was right; fucking a menstruating girl could get messy.

   "Go get a shower," ordered Mom as she began stripping the bed.  "It's
soaked through!  What a mess!  Leanne...  oh, never mind!"

   After that Mom put a plastic sheet under Leanne's bed sheets during her
periods and never made a big fuss about the bloody messes ever again.

   After my chores, Mom fed us a hearty breakfast, saying we needed it for
our strength.  Becky came, and dropped off Katie.  It was sort of weird. 
It had been only a few days since I'd seen her and she seemed different,
sort of spaced out, with a smile like Mona Lisa's etched into her face. 
Damn she looked pretty.  I tried to talk to her, but she seemed to be
somewhere far off.

   Sam was on time.  Stepping from his car, he embraced her with his hands
all over her ass.  Breaking off his kiss he said to me, "Kern, ya wanna
drive today?"

   Is the Pope Catholic?  "Yeah!  Sure!  You bet, Dude!"

   I climbed behind the steering wheel, adjusted the seat and mirrors. 
They were in the back seat.  Before I reached the first stop sign, I heard
her pleadingly say, "Fuck me, Sam, fuck me...  Oh, yessss!  Oh, baby, that
feels sooooo good!" I turned and saw Sam's bare buttocks humping up and
down.

   "Have fun you two.  Don't mind me!" I said dourly.  No matter, I was
having my fun too, narrowly averting several mishaps along the way.  Good
thing Sam was too occupied to notice, he would've freaked!

   I had to pull off the road a few hundred yards from the school parking
lot, to give them time to get dressed.  Katie looked a mess when we piled
out of the car.  Sam came around, brazenly squeezed her tit and with a
shit-eating grin, told us he'd see us after school.

   "I wonder what he has in mind," I snorted.

   "Hey, you can't go looking like that," I told her gently holding her by
the arm.  "Where's your purse?"

   I did my best to brush her hair, put on lipstick (I didn't do very well,
but it was an improvement), and discretely as possible rebuttoned her
blouse.

   As we walked towards the junior high, Katie said, "It's all your fault,
Travis."

   "What?  What did I do?"

   "You turned me into a slut."

   "Hey, wait a minute, you wanted it."

   "Yeah, but you made me love it, you made me crave it and now...  now I
can't get enough of it."

   "Gee Katie, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean..."

   "Oh, its okay!  But it's your fault that all I can think of is the next
dick, the next orgasm, the next fucking." Squeezing my hand she declared,
"So help me, I love it, Travis.  I love it!"

   We walked into the building, hand in hand as boyfriend and girlfriend.
Before I got her to her locker the principal, Mr.  Higgins, had cornered
me.

   "Mr.  Kern.  May I see you in my office?"

   My gut did a flip-flop and got the sickening feeling that someone had
seen me fixing Katie's blouse out in the high school parking lot.

   "Close the door, Mr.  Kern.  Now, drop your pants."

   I did as I was told.  Mr.  Higgins confirmed that I had on underwear.

   "Okay, Kern.  That's all, go to class."

   The bell rang before I made it to Homeroom.  Mrs.  Sanger asked if I had
an excused tardy.  "Uh, Mr.  Higgins wanted to see me."

   "Very well, Travis." Somehow I wasn't counted as tardy.

   The morning went fairly well, except for discovering just how much my
grades had suffered this week.  I'd be lucky to qualify to play football
next year if I didn't do very well on my exams.

   At lunch I found Katie to be more of her old self, chatting and laughing
with JoAnn, Rita and few other girls.  I spied Penny Holis sitting with her
clique of friends and made my way over to where she was sitting.

   "Hi!"

   "Oh, hi Travis," she said to the collective giggles of her friends.

   "Just wanted to come by and say hello."

   The manner in which her friends were acting and the way she was blushing
led me to believe that they had been talking about me, just before I walked
up.  I winked at her saying, "See you around."

   I turned to walk away and as I did, I heard a burst of giggles coming
from Penny's table.  'This could be easy,' I smugly thought to myself.

   As soon as I got my lunch and sat down, JoAnn announced that she'd
invited Mark Hanvy to come over tomorrow night and join us.  She explained
that it would be better if we had another guy, so there wouldn't be an
awkward odd-man out.

   The invite surprised me because Katie had led me to believe that she and
Sam were going to lead the way and that it was going to be a screw party,
with me popping Rita's cherry, plus getting my first taste of JoAnn's fine
ass.  True, two guys and three girls may have been difficult, but that's
what I had naively expected.  Heck, I wouldn't mind.

   Now it looked like it was going to be a typical small party with
everyone sitting around in circle playing with an Ouija Board, talking to
some dead spirit that happened to be lurking about.  I realized that if
Katie had been serious, it would have been just four of us, with Rita
excluded.  As for Mark, I'd known Mark for several years since his parents
moved into the Indian Creek area.  I'd always liked him, thought him to be
a cool, standup kind of a guy, but we'd never really hung out together. 
Oh, well.  If things turned out to be a bore, Sam and I could always take
Katie home and take turns screwing her.

   Before lunch was over, I was feeling somewhat trapped.  Trapped into a
stupid party that I really didn't want to go to.  Hell, I'd rather stay
home and see what happens.

   School finally drew to a close for the day.  Katie and I met Sam at the
car.  Sam rather sheepishly said, "Hey, guys.  You guys want to go hang out
in the barn?"

   He was visibly crushed when Katie said, "No, I can't.  Not today.  I've
got a dentist appointment and I have to get home right away."

   Sam's crestfallen face brightened up when she said, "Wanna ride in the
back seat with me?  Travis can drive."

   "Sure!  Here, Dude...  catch!"

   I nearly missed the flying car keys.  I began to protest, "Hey, what
about...  oh, fuck it!"

   It was really disgusting to hear them in the back seat rutting with
comments drifting from the back seat such as, "Spread'em slut!" and "Oh,
Sam!  That's it, baby, fuck me," and "I'm cumming in yer pussy, slut!" and
"Fuck me, baby, harder, harder," and "Now suck it, bitch!" Hell, she's my
girlfriend and Sam shouldn't be talking to her like that!

   I dropped her off first.  She didn't even bother to get dressed.  She
just grabbed her things and ran into the house naked from the waist down. I
had fumed and practiced what I was going to say to Sam when we were alone,
and now that the opportunity was here, I realized how stupid I would sound.
Katie was right.  It was my fault.  I had encouraged them to screw and they
were screwing.

   Sensing something was bothering me, Sam asked, "What's the matter,
Dude?"

   "Nothing.  Nothing really.  I was just thinking."

   "'Bout what?"

   "Forget it!  It was completely stupid, Dude."

   We drove back to my house.  "How about a swim?" I asked feeling a lot
better now.

   "I don't have my trunks with me," he lamely replied.

   "Hey, let me let you in on something.  You're my best buddy, right?"

   "Yeah, you let me screw your girlfriend."

   "No, no, no.  That's not what I mean.  My family, Katie's family, your
family.  You ever notice anything?"

   "Are you kidding?  I nearly crapped in my pants, if I was wearing pants
that is, when our dads all walked in on us banging Katie.  I was shocked,
but shocked to the very core when I realized WHY we weren't in any trouble.
Damn Dude, Dad told me later on...  he said that Gib Tate liked fucking his
daughters and that Mr.  Tate had invited him and your dad to join in to
fuck Becky and now Katie."

   "Is that all he told you?" I asked hoping that he wasn't really as naive
as he seemed sometimes.

   "Yeah, that was plenty, don't ya think?"

   "Our folks, and the Tates...  they've been good friends for how long?"

   "Forever!"

   "That's right, forever."

   "What's your point, Kern?"

   "Jesus, Sam you're dense sometimes!"

   "I am not!"

   "Look, let me put it to you this way.  You don't need swimming trunks."

   Sam looked at me.  I could see that the crippled squirrel running the
exercise wheel in his brain had switched into high gear.

   "Your folks aren't home?"

   "No!  I mean yes, oh for Pete's sake!  Mom's home, Leanne will be home,
and Dad may be home anytime.  You don't need a frigging swim suit!"

   "Yeah, I could borrow one of yours!"

   "No!  We can skinny dip!"

   Sam looked at me dumbfounded.  "But your mom..." Suddenly he seemed to
get it.  "Your Mom and Dad, they're nudists?"

   "Sort of!"

   "So are my folks!"

   I rolled my eyes at that comment.  "You never told me that."

   "I promised to never tell anyone...  Don't look at me like that!  You
never told me about your folks either."

   "I just found out, the other day."

   "So, everyone runs around naked at your house too?"

   "I guess, well, sometimes."

   "Leanne?"

   "Sometimes."

   "Cool!  Man, I'd love to see her tits."

   "Well, Dude, maybe today is your lucky day!  C'mon."

   We charged upstairs and striped down.  I handed Sam a towel.  I still
wasn't used to going native, so I wrapped my towel around my waist.  Sam
followed suit and headed for the pool.  Mom was in the kitchen when we came
through.

   "Hi, boys!  Need a snack?"

   "Maybe later, Mom!" I called as we charged through the backdoor.

   "Maybe I'll join you!" she called after us.

   At the pool, Sam and I dropped our towels and dove in.  The water felt
great!  We swam around, horsed around and generally had a lot of fun trying
to drown each other.

   I saw Mom come out, wearing a robe, with her sunglasses and a book.  She
strode to her favorite lounge chair and set her book down.  I nudged Sam to
watch as her hands went to the ties of her robe.  This was going to be
good.

   "Hey, man," whispered Sam, "she's wearing a bikini!  I thought you
said...Oh crap!  I don't have anything on!"

   "Neither do I," I whispered back.  "Don't worry about it.  It's okay."

   We swam about for a few more minutes before I lifted myself out. 
Nonchalantly, I padded over to the diving board and dove in.  When I
surfaced, Mom was standing up, motioning to me to come here.

   "Young man, just what do you think you're doing?"

   "Swimming."

   "Is Sam naked too?"

   "Yes, Ma'am."

   "He can't do that!"

   "How come?"

   "I don't have his mother's permission, that's why."

   "What?  What's the big deal?"

   "Look, you two go put some trunks on.  Right now!  Your father and I
will have to have a little talk with you tonight."

   Handing me a towel she commanded, "Out of the water!"

   She called out to Sam, "Sam!  You too, out of the water.  Right now,
Sam! Out of the water!"

   Sam's expression was one of total desperation and misery.  Lifting
himself out of the water, he stood dripping looking around for his towel.
Mine was wrapped around me, but his was missing.  I looked over at Mom, the
naughty smirk and gleam in her eyes said it all.

   "Uh, uh, where's my towel," asked Sam blushing furiously.

   "Oh, here it is.  I picked it up." Mom held the towel out forcing Sam to
step towards her.  Averting his eyes away from Mom, Sam reached for the
towel only to have her pull it away.

   "My, my, you are a handsome young man, Sam.  Bet the girls just go crazy
over you.  You know, maybe I ought to call your mother."

   "Don't do that, Miss Roxanne!"

   "Relax Sam.  You're not in any trouble.  It's just that you're
practically a member of this family." Bouncing one foot, Mom looked over at
me adding, "I guess we don't have any secrets around here."

   She thought for a minute and said, "No, I don't think I really need to
call Trisha about this.  Maybe later.

   "Look, if you boys want to skinny dip, go ahead, nothing wrong with
that. Besides, it's not everyday I get to watch two virile young men
swimming in nude in my pool.  But next time, check with me first, you never
know who might be dropping in.  Now go on, have your fun."

   Before she had a chance to change her mind, I dropped my towel and
jumped back into the water, leaving Sam alone standing awkwardly in front
of Mom.  Moments later, he was back in the water.  We moved off a safe
distance out of earshot.

   "Dude, your mom is as weird as my mom!" exclaimed Sam.

   "No kidding!  It's been really weird around here since Saturday when
Leanne..."

   "Leanne?  What about Leanne."

   I hesitated, my mind a confused jumble of contradictions.  "Never mind,
I don't have a clue myself.  I...  we..."

   "C'mon, spit it out."

   "You know, the thing with Katie and her Dad.  Well...  it's the same
here."

   "You mean...  Leanne and your Dad?"

   "Man, I shouldn't be telling this.  I'm gonna get my ass whipped!  Let
me just say that things have been pretty wild around here."

   "Damn!"

   "How about at your house?"

   "What about it?"

   "You said your folks were nudists."

   "Well, sort of.  I've seen them both naked a lot.  Penny too.  It's no
big deal.  I don't even notice it anymore."

   "What do ya'll do?  Lie around naked?"

   "Not really.  Well, Mom suns herself and so does Penny, but usually it's
just right after a shower or getting up in the morning.  It's no big deal.
How about here?"

   "First time I ever saw Leanne naked was Saturday.  Mom on Monday."

   "Man, I've seen my mom and Penny naked all my life."

   I thought long and hard about the next question.  "You ever, you know,
mess around with Penny?"

   "Hell no, Dude!  But she is nice to look at."

   "Your mom?" His stunned expression said it all.  "Sorry man, I didn't
mean..."

   "Fuck you, Kern!  What are you, some sort of pervert?  You fuck your
Mom?"

   I had opened a can of worms and had no idea how to contain them.

   "I know!  You fucked Leanne!  You did!  Didn't you?  Whoa!  Man, I'd
fuck her too!"

   He thought for a moment, "And your Dad fucks her too?  Whoa!  Where do I
sign up?" He glanced towards Mom, "Does she know?"

   I'd said too much already, so I lied.  "No, of course not."

   "Hey, you think you could maybe bring your sister over to the barn?"

   "You're not her type, Dude.  She like older guys."

   "I'm older than you!"

   I cast about to find a way to explain, but not tell him anymore than I
already had.  Then I remembered something my Uncle Jake told me.  "Dude,
just because a girl fucks some guy, doesn't mean she'll fuck just any guy,"
I pontificated.  "The girl's gotta be willing, she's got to want it as much
as the guy does.  Like Katie, she wanted to get gangbanged and she did. 
Now she fucks her old man.  They both want it, so they do it.  It's okay."

   "Yeah, I guess you're right.  That's sort of what my dad told me.  He
said, 'Son, most girls have the same needs sexually as boys do.  If a girl
wants to have sex with a guy, fine, that's their business.  But don't you
ever force yourself on a girl.  Rape her, you'll go to jail, and I'll throw
away the key if you do.  Understand me, boy?  No means no.  Yes means have
a good time.  If she's willing, do her.  If she's not, respect that.' So,
if Leanne wants to do us in the barn, let me know, Dude."

   Right about that time, Dad walked out from the house.  He waved at Sam
and me, and gave Mom a kiss.  They talked for a moment and then Dad waved
us over.  Sam and I swam over to him.

   "Skinny dipping?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Travis, there's a time and place of everything.  I don't give damn
whether you and Sam swim in the buff or not, and I think you know that. 
Neither does your mother.  However, you've got to be discrete about it,
Son. Now I just saw Leanne and Becky come in with two girls I've never seen
before.  I don't want to offend them.  I don't want to shock them.  And I
sure as hell don't want them leaving here blabbing about the nudity.

   "When it's just us around here, do what you want.  But if we have
company, you can't be doing this.  So, next time check with your mother or
me beforehand.  Or you can always go down to that spot by the river over
there.  I've told you that before, Travis, it's nice and private.  Nobody
can see you and get offended.

   "Now let me get your towels.  Just ease out, one at a time and then go
put on a swim suit."

   Our modesty preserved, Sam and I headed back to my room to find a couple
of swimming trunks.  I found a couple of suits and just as Sam and I
dropped our towels to get dressed, the connecting door to Leanne's room
burst open.  Leanne, Becky and two giggling girl friends, all dressed in
bikinis, piled into my room.

   "Oh, my god!" exclaimed the wide-eyed redheaded girl that I'd never seen
before.

   "Oooooo weeeeee!" shouted the blonde bimbo.  I vaguely recognized her,
but I had no name to associate with the pretty face.

   Leanne and Becky were in stitches.  Sam was red as a beet.  I probably
wasn't much better, but as Sam scrambled to put on his trunks, he managed
to fall on his ass to complete his humiliation.  I thought it was pretty
funny too, and joined the girls in their merriment.  Sam made another
attempt to get his feet through the leg holes, but Becky swooped down and
yanked them away from him.

   "Not so fast, Sammy boy," Becky laughed.  "Gina and Megan want to get a
look at you."

   "He's cute," said the blonde pointing at me.  "He's your little brother?
Nothing little about him."

   "I've seen this one," said the redhead pointing to Sam lying on the
floor.  "At school."

   "Yeah, he's a sophomore," said Leanne.

   "He's cute too!  Look at him blush."

   Sam was really embarrassed.  Feeling sorry for him, I tossed him the
swim suit I had in my hand.  He didn't get very far with it though as the
redhead snatched it away from him.

   "Aw, come on," desperately pleaded Sam.  "Give it back."

   "Not so fast, Honey.  We're not through looking yet.  I love to see what
a guy has hidden, and you look pretty good.

   "Sam, isn't it?"

   Sam was so flushed that that I thought his ears would begin smoking. 
"Yeah."

   "Nice to meet you, Sam.  I'm Ginger," said the redhead, "and that's
Megan.  I think you already know Becky and Leanne."

   "Oh look!  He's getting hard!" exclaimed Megan, the blonde, pointing at
my growing organ.

   "He's getting a stiffie too!  Oh, I have an idea!" exclaimed Ginger. 
The four girls huddled up with lots of giggling.  Sam got up off the floor.
I looked over at him, grinned and shrugged my shoulders.  Sam grinned back,
the deep flush draining away and the normal tones of his skin returning.

   The giddy girls turned back to us.  Leanne winked at me.  "We want to
have a little contest," my sister said.  "Megan's never seen a guy
masturbate before.  Come to think of it, neither have I."

   Sam put up his hands, "Oh, no!  Not me!  I not doing that in front of
everyone."

   "It'll be fun," piped in Megan.

   "Yeah, winner gets his pick."

   "Pick of what?" grumbled Sam skeptically.

   Ginger hooked a thumb into her bikini bottoms and tugged the side down
two inches.  "What do you think, silly?"

   Sam and I looked at each other.  "I'm game!" I declared.  "Winner gets
his pick?"

   "Okay, sure," said Megan looking at her friends for confirmation.

   "How do we win?" I asked.  "First to cum or the one who lasts longest?"

   "I think it should be whoever shows the best technique," declared
Leanne.

   "Yeah, the sexiest!" added Megan.  "We'll be the judges.  We'll judge
you on technique, how far you shoot, how much you shoot and anything else
that's material."

   "Okay guys, lie down on the floor," ordered Becky.  Sam gave me a
pensive look and then joined me on the floor.  "That's it boys, spread out
like a couple of whores!  Just think of yourselves as a couple sluts
begging to get laid.

   "Ready girls?  Okay, let the best man win!"

   We grasped our respective organs and began lewdly whipping ourselves for
the entertainment of the four girls.  Grasping my cock, I had three fingers
just below the head and positioned along my cock-tube, with my thumb on the
topside of my rod, my hand was a blur of motion.  I suppose Sam was
configured much the same, but I really didn't pay him any attention, as I
was concentrating my attention on Ginger and Megan, watching their lustful
stare, trying to determine which one I would pick if I was declared the
winner.  It had been nearly two years since Sam and I had our last contest
to see who could shoot farthest, etc.  The stakes were bragging rights
then, today the stakes were much higher.  Still, I had a hunch that soon,
Sam and I both were going be winners.

   I tried to be as nasty as I could be with my tongue protruding slightly
between my lips at the corner of my mouth, squirming my legs around,
curling my toes and humping my hips as I beat my meat.  I watched the girls
as they watched Sam and me.  They were really getting turned on.  I had
never imagined doing anything like this in front of someone, much less a
small group of girls.  I figured, what the hell, if they like this sort of
thing, why not?

   We were getting after it pretty good, when someone produced a cloth
measuring tape.  Ginger and Becky did the honors, measuring length and
girth while we flailed away abusing ourselves.  Sam grunted while Ginger
was taking a measure of is girth.  I looked to the side just in time to see
him launch a big load into the air.  Ginger jumped back with a little yelp,
just barely avoiding a direct hit in the face.  The glob arched very
gracefully, landing with a splat on his chest.  His second blast nearly
went as far.  Soon he was covered from his sternum to his pubes.

   I had my work cut out for me if I was to be selected the winner.  I
dispensed with the acting and concentrated on just getting my rocks off. 
In less than a minute, I too was putting on a grand display of youthful
prowess, my first shot reaching just below the neck.

   The girls ooh-ed and ah-ed with glassy eyes as my throbbing member
unloaded, fountaining forth a copious quantity of man juice, while I
visualized that stream jetting into the pussy of the redhead.  I knew then
which girl I would pick.

   I lay spent, next to my buddy, my softening dick deflating in my hand
while the girls huddled.  I sat up on my knees for a second before I stood,
cum running down my torso, soaking my balls, and dribbling down my leg. 
Sam got to his feet and I joined him, awaiting the verdict.

   It only took thirty seconds or so, before the group gathered around us
again.  "Guys, that was really awesome!  I've never seen anything like it
before," declared the blonde.

   Becky added, "We all know how fragile boys egos are so we're going to
declare it a tie."

   "Bullshit!" declared Sam thinking that the bet was now off.

   "Yeah, that's bullshit," I added.

   Leanne interjected, "Now, now, guys!  But since Sam's a guest here, he's
the winner!  Okay, Sam, pick a girl."

   Sam turned to me and whispered, "I want Leanne."

   In hushed tones I replied, "She's on the rag, man."

   "What?  Oh shit!  Okay, who do you think?"

   "I like the redhead," I replied.

   "Okay, I've already fucked Becky..."

   "When?"

   "Last night.  At her house."

   "Why didn't you tell me?"

   "I thought you knew."

   "How would I know that?  Never mind, which girl do want?"

   "If you want Ginger, I'll take the blonde."

   "Good choice." Turning to the girls, I said, "Before Sam makes his final
decision, he wants to see some tit."

   Leanne and Becky dropped their tops.  Ginger and Megan hesitated a
moment, before baring their breasts.  Sam whispered, "Good move, Dude, good
move."

   For the next few minutes Sam and I studied tits.  I concentrated on the
redhead and the blonde.  I think Sam was totally distracted by Leanne's
hooters that, I must admit, are in class by themselves.

   Ginger was nicely freckled with pale skin.  There wasn't much in the way
of tan lines.  Her nips were a ruby red, giving me the impression that they
were tender and raw, as if someone had been gnawing on them for hours.

   The blonde had pale nipples, a rosy pink, that look very pretty against
the white skin of her boobs.  She had tan lines, but she was nowhere near
the deep bronze exhibited by my sister or Becky.

   "Let's see some pussy," I boldly demanded.  Again, Leanne and Becky
shucked their bottoms without hesitation, but I had expected that.  Megan
visibly blushed, but complied with my request.  Ginger, grinning, followed
suit.

   Sam and I now had four, very attractive girls standing before us, all
nude, and far as I was concerned, they were all vying to get fucked.

   "They're getting hard again," whispered Megan to Leanne.

   "Turn around.  Slowly please."

   "Jesus, Dude!  We done died and gone to heaven!" exclaimed Sam as we
feasted on the four ripe buttocks presented to us.

   Leanne looked over her shoulder, "Well?"

   "God damn," muttered Sam.  "I want you all!"

   "Just one, Sam," admonished Becky stifling a laugh.

   "Damn.  Well, if I gotta choose, then I'll...  I'll take Megan."

   I reached out and took Ginger by the arm, pulling her to me against my
cum-wet chest.  "I want you," I said looking into her blue-green eyes.

   "I guess were both second place," she said playfully.

   "Bullshit.  I won, and you know it."

   I was disappointed when Leanne declared, "Ya'll have fun!" picked up the
pieces to her bathing suit and headed downstairs with Becky, in tow.  Damn!
I had visions of a wild six-way fuck party, with Sam and I each having two
girls at once, but I guess Leanne and Becky really weren't in the mood. 
That in itself was surprising, as I already knew that neither them had the
word 'no' in their vocabulary when it came to a hard dick.  Hell, it wasn't
exactly like Mom and/or Dad would mind if we did.

   Upon leaving Leanne's bedroom and returning to my own room after a nice
long, and very enjoyable screw with Ginger, I was also sorely disappointed
to find that Sam and Meagan had finished early and had left.  Judging by
the pecker tracks on my sheets, they had a good time, or at least Sam did,
but damn, doesn't that guy take his time or have any imagination?

   "We'd better get downstairs," said Ginger.  Feigning a touch of modesty
she added, "We wouldn't want it to appear that we were up to something, now
would we?"

   I wanted to say, "Are you kidding?  My parents?" but I just mumbled,
"Yeah, let's go."

   Ginger joined the other girls sunning themselves.  I headed straight for
the cool water, catching a glimpse of my Dad's glowering expression.  In an
instant I knew that he was not happy with me.  I glanced over at Mom.  She
seemed totally serene.

   I swam over to where Sam was floating around on his back.  "Hey, Your
Dudeness," he greeted as I approached.

   "Where did you go?" I asked.

   "Whadda mean?"

   "Upstairs.  Ginger and I came out and you two were long gone."

   "So?"

   "So?!  So...  maybe I wanted a toss with Meagan.  Maybe, just maybe, you
would have liked a toss with Ginger."

   "Really?  You think she'd..."

   "Christ!  You're some fucking dense sometimes, Holis."

   "Hey, how was I supposed to know?"

   "Jezzums, Sam!  Do I have to spell it out?"

   "Don't look at me like that...  Hey, maybe we can go ask'em if they..."

   "Forget it, Dumbass!  The moment has passed.  The opportunity has been
squandered!"

   "Sorry," he contritely answered.

   That night at supper, when it was only the immediate family, Dad spoke
his mind.  "Travis, just what do you think you and Sam were doing upstairs
with Leanne's two friends."

   "We were just having some fun," I answered respectfully but with a grin.

   "Fun, as in screwing?"

   "Yeah, screwing!  It was fun!" I replied brightly.

   There was a momentary silence.  Mom deliberately looked away before my
dad continued.  "Look, boy, I don't care who you screw, but when your
mother and I are home, you can't do that."

   "Why?  What's the big..."

   "What would their parents think?  That your mother and I condone such
behavior right under our noses?"

   "You just said you didn't care who I screwed."

   "I don't, but that doesn't mean that everyone in this community has to
know that.  For Christ's sake boy...  think!  It's not just what I think,
it's also what our neighbors think."

   "The Tates?"

   "No, not the Tates!"

   "But we don't have any other neighbors."

   "Daddy," interrupted Leanne, saving me from myself in the process, "it's
okay."

   "Not in the eyes of the law," Dad glowered.  "They were minors."

   "No, they aren't.  Ginger and Meagan both are eighteen.  Ginger's almost
nineteen.  They both graduate from Indian Creek next week."

   The stern fatherly glower faded as Dad's demeanor brightened
considerably.  "They're eighteen?"

   "Yes, Daddy."

   "Oh!  Well, that's different." Dad chuckled with a very boyish gleam in
his eye, "I forget that you're getting older and so are your friends."

   Dad shifted in his chair and leaned towards Leanne.  "How 'bout you
inviting them to a sleepover!  You girls can play hide-the-sausage with
your poor old man."

   "Daddy!"

   "What?  Can't I get a little too?"

   I was baffled.  My parents simply made no sense to me at all sometimes.
Mom clarified it all later.  She told me that we had to be very careful,
especially when it came to minors.  She said that all it took was just one
complaint from some angry or jealous girl, and regardless of how willing
she was at the time, she could do my folks a lot of harm.  It all had to do
with contributing to the delinquency of a minor.  I asked about Becky,
Katie and Leanne.  She said that was a different situation, that what we
did was nobody else's business.  That clarified it all right.  The waters
were murky and I just had to learn to live with it.

   What I did get out of it was that I shouldn't bring girls to the house
for sex when Mom and Dad were home.  I got that part.  If I wanted to ball
some chick, I should always just use the old barn.  That way, they could
deny any direct knowledge of my sexual activities.  When it came to my
sister or one of the Tate girls, I could screw them whenever and wherever,
including out by the pool or even on the kitchen table so long as it was
only the family, the Tates or the Holises there.

   I was about to ask about Penny Holis, but decided that I should just use
the barn option for the time being.  One thing I knew for certain.  If I
thought my parents were a bit squirrelly at times, Sam's folks were even
bigger squirrels.  Sam's dad had made it clear what he wanted done.  I
supposed Miss Tricia knew about it too, but I wasn't all that sure about
that.  Was I supposed to do it at their house, our house, or do her out in
the bushes somewhere?  It was all very confusing.



   Chapter 13

   Katie sets the rules to determine who gets to pop Rita's cherry...

   Tomorrow would be the last day of regular classes.  Next week were
finals.  My last six-weeks test in algebra would be tomorrow and if I aced
it, I just might squeak by with a very low C for the six-week period;
otherwise I was possibly looking at summer school, which I didn't want any
part of.  I did my chores, then I hit the books.  That night I discovered
that Leanne was mathematical wizard.  There were a few rough areas that I
really didn't understand all that well, but Leanne explained them so
clearly and eloquently, that I wished she had taught me Algebra I instead
of mean old Mrs.  Lucas.

   I studied until late working every problem in the book until I was
satisfied that I knew it cold.  Then I crawled into the sack with Leanne,
nestling my stiff pecker in the crack of her ass.  She purred and rolled
over, allowing me access to her magnificent breasts.  My hands roamed down
her stomach and to her pussy.  I found the little string, and pulled the
tampon out.  Soon I was moving inside her, my cock gliding in and out of my
sister's very moist and very slick pussy.  I was too tired to make it a
long fuck session, allowing myself cum fairly quickly.

   I dozed off immediately afterward, but twice during the night, she
stirred, waking me up.  Each time, my cock found it's way into her warm,
wet pussy, to gently fuck until we both simply fell back asleep.

   Friday morning started with the wonderful sensation of my morning woody
getting a tongue bath.  I was getting used to this.  I was very passive
about the whole thing, pretending to be still asleep and letting my sister
do all the work.  All too soon the talented mouth had me squirming and
desperately squeezing my groin muscles in a vain attempt to stave off the
inevitable as my nuts churned until I couldn't control it anymore.

   "Oh, Sissy," I murmured just before a hot flood of semen shot through my
swollen and oh so sensitive dick to flood into the voraciously sucking
mouth.  "Uhhhhhhh," I grunted, bucking my hips and thrusting my erupting
cock deeper into the mouth.  "Oh yeah, Sissy, suck me, sis, suck me," I
hissed through pleasurable pulses as my prostate convulsed and contracted,
sending my seed merrily along it's way.

   Once I had expended myself, her lips teased my over sensitive glans
causing me to twitch and jerk about.  "Stop!" I pleaded, "Stop, you fucking
slut!" The play stopped abruptly and my eyes shot wide open as she grabbed
me roughly by the balls.

   "Don't you ever speak to me that way, Travis Kern!"

   The voice was familiar, yet not quite right.  I looked down from the
ceiling and into the eyes of my mother as she crouched just above my penis.

   "Mom!"

   "You're late, Buster!  Now get up and get dressed.  Sam will be here in
a few minutes." Mom let go of my testicles and rolled off the bed.

   With a mischievous grin she added, "Your father's gonna redden your ass
for forgetting your chores!" Then she strolled nude from Leanne's bedroom
as nonchalantly as if it were a normal wakeup call.

   One glance at the alarm clock confirmed her assertion that I had
overslept and Sam would be indeed be here to pick me up in a few minutes.
Dashing to my room, I threw on a pair of jeans, a clean t-shirt and slipped
on my boots.  The sound of a car horn, impatiently honking told me Sam was
here and ready to go.  Grabbing my books, I charged out of the house,
forgoing breakfast, brushing my teeth, or even taking a leak.

   As to Mom's other assertion that I was in deep shit with Dad for failing
to tend to the horses, I knew to be true without ever laying eyes on him.
"Oh, crap!" I complained as I slid into the passenger seat, my gut
tightening in a knot at the knowledge of what the future held for me later
that day.

   "What's up, Dude?" he cheerily inquired.

   "I overslept.  Didn't tend to the horses."

   "You're dead meat, man!

   "No shit!"

   As Sam turned his car around to head out the driveway, I caught a
glimpse of Dad, standing in the doorway, hands on his hips.

   "He looks pissed, Dude," observed my best buddy.

   "I can't believe I overslept!  I didn't notice when Leanne got up.  Damn
it, she should've woke me up!"

   "Whadda ya mean ya didn't notice when she got up?"

   I realized I had said too much, and tried my best to recover.  "She
makes a lot of racket in the morning.  I always hear her." Thankfully Sam
didn't press it.

   "Ya think she'll really let me screw her?"

   "Who?"

   "Your sister!  The only reason she didn't yesterday was that she was on
the rag!"

   "Not anymore," I replied and then I instantly regretted saying anything
other than, "Yeah, she'll screw you."

   "Whadda ya mean, not anymore?"

   "Uh, well, she's, she's finished her period."

   "How do you know?"

   I couldn't very well tell him that I knew because there wasn't a bloody
mess all over the bed this morning.  "Well, I guess she has, or at least
she will in a few days."

   "How long do they take?"

   "Who?"

   "Girls, stupid!  How long do they take?"

   "I dunno.  Couple of days I guess." I really didn't know, though Katie
was usually out of commission for four days.  "Ask Katie, she's a girl."

   "I can't ask her that!"

   "Why not?"

   "You don't ask girls questions about that sort of thing!"

   "Why not?" I pressed, glad that it was Sam who was now squirming and not
me.  We pulled into her drive and as she bounded out the door.  I needled,
"Ask her!"

   "No!" he shouted.

   "Hi, guys!" Katie sang out as I opened the door to let her slide in
between us.

   "You wearing any panties?" I asked playfully, tugging at the helm of her
sundress.

   "Yes!" she laughed as she slapped at my wandering hand.

   "Wearing a bra?"

   "Yes!  What's this about?"

   "Sam doesn't think guys should girls questions."

   "I didn't say that!" protested Sam lamely.

   "What he really wants to know is how long your period is."

   "Dude!" he shouted as he turned a deep shade of red.

   "Three, four days," she replied matter-of-factly.  "Why?"

   "Sam wanted to know, but was too embarrassed to ask."

   "That's because he's a gentleman and not a barbarian like you."

   "I asked, so I'm now a barbarian!  I asked a straightforward question."

   "Travis, there are boundaries you know.  Boundaries that a gentlemen
won't cross," she playfully chided.

   "You're not gonna get in the backseat and screw the gentleman while I
drive?"

   "Not today, Dude," piped in Sam.  "I want to get to school in one piece
today."

   Turning her feigned ire towards Sam she pouted, "Is that a rejection?"

   "No, no, no," stammered Sam.  "I didn't mean it that way.  I, I..."

   "That's okay, Sam," she sulked, "I don't want you to screw me this
morning either!"

   "I didn't mean it like that, Katie," said Sam with concern.

   "Well, what did you mean?" she needled.

   "Somebody called my Dad.  They said they saw Travis driving my car
yesterday.  Dad was pissed off, really pissed off.  I almost lost the use
of my car!"

   That was a sobering thought, because if Sam didn't have use of his car,
then tonight's little party at JoAnn's would be off because the three of us
wouldn't have any way of getting there.  Actually, for me, that wouldn't be
so bad.  I could always just walk to Katie's and make myself at home, but
Sam, he'd be stuck home watching MTV.

   Except for Katie playing with both our dicks, the ride to school was
uneventful.  School itself was uneventful except for the algebra test that
was surprisingly easy.  After that, school was effectively over for the
semester.

   At lunch, JoAnn was flirting with Mark.  She pretty much ignored me and
it seemed obvious that they would make a couple tonight.  Like I said, I
had known Mark for several years since he transferred into Indian Creek
JHS. He was nice enough guy, quiet, athletic but didn't play football or
baseball, never got in trouble, had good grades and all that.  I thought of
him as a bit of geek and he wasn't in my close circle of friends.  I
wondered if they would actually screw tonight or just goof around, and
decided on the latter.

   On the ride to school, Katie had made it clear that Sam was to be her
date tonight and that she expected him to satisfy her.  That meant that the
virgin Rita was my date.  No doubt Sam and Katie would screw and probably
leave Mark, JoAnn, Rita and I to play a rousing game of Scrabble while they
rutted and fornicated in JoAnn's bedroom.

   Rita was unbelievably shy at lunch.  Every time I tried to make
conversation, she would blush and get giddy.  I wasn't at all sure that I
would get in her pants, in fact the likelihood of me relieving her of her
maidenhead tonight seemed very remote.

   It wasn't until the ride home that afternoon that I discovered why Rita
seemed so nervous.  She was nervous.  Poor girl was almost in a panic. 
Before I joined them at lunch, Katie had told JoAnn and Rita that we were
going to play a game tonight, a variation on strip poker.  There were to be
three teams.  The couple with the winning hand got to remove an article of
clothing.  First couple nude would fuck on the table.  The second couple
nude would fuck on the floor.  The three guys would then draw cards to
establish the order in which they would all fuck the third girl.  No wonder
the poor girl was nervous!

   "You told her that?" I said incredulously.

   "Yeah, she nearly freaked!"

   "I guess so...  Did you ever think that she just might decide not to
show up?"

   "Ummmm, don't worry, Travis.  She'll show.  She's been on the pill for
months now and has nothing to show for it."

   "She's on the pill?  A virgin?  Her parents put her on the pill?"

   "Well, yeah.  Her mom did."

   "Oh." Still didn't make sense to me, but I accepted it.  "So...  she
wants to get laid?"

   "Yes, silly!  Now that she's on the pill...  I told her how you were the
best.  How you'd make her feel wonderful.  How you won't hurt her."

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah, so do her right," she demanded.

   "Sure.  Okay." Katie left me pondering just what did girls talk about
amongst themselves.  I decided that just as Uncle Jake claimed, girls could
be as raunchy as guys are.

   Katie then filled me on a few other rules, no shoes or socks, and no
jewelry.  Girls were to wear four articles, shorts, panties, a shirt and
bra.  The guys could wear whatever they wanted, but only four qualifying
articles, like shorts, belts, drawers and a shirt.  The girls would sit in
their partner's laps during play.  Anything exposed was fair game.

   Sounded like fun to me.  I was also instructed to steal a bottle of rum
from my dad.  That made me nervous.  But when Sam and Katie picked me up, I
had the bottle of rum, plus a sore butt from forgetting to feed the horses
earlier that morning.  There was no doubt in my mind that when Dad
discovered the missing rum, I was sure to catch hell again, but I figured
it was worth it.

   Mark was there when we arrived at JoAnn's.  JoAnn looked sexy as hell in
a black, cut off t-shirt.  The short shirt just sort of hung in mid-air
from her big tits.  Whenever she moved just so, about half the black bra
she was wearing came into view.  Too bad she wasn't braless, that would've
been quite a sight.  Despite her provocative dress, JoAnn was nervous as a
cat at a dog show.

   It wasn't until I was in the house and had been checking out JoAnn that
I really took note of what Katie was wearing.  It was a simple white
t-shirt with the word "SLUT" written in hand across the front in Magic
Marker.  I guess that said it all.

   We waited and waited, but Rita was late.  Katie and I figured she was a
no-show, but forty minutes late, her dad dropped her off at the door.

   "Is your mother here?" asked Rita's dad trying hard not to ogle his
daughter's best friend.

   I thought that the gig was up, but JoAnn smoothly replied, "She'll be
back in a few minutes.  She went to pick up the pizzas.  Would you like to
wait for her?"

   "Uh, no.  That's alright.  We're already running late.  Say, whose '63
Impala is that?"

   "Those are my wheels," proudly replied Sam.

   "Nice car.  I had one just like it when I was in high school.  Same
color.  A red four-door hardtop, with a 327.  They don't make cars like
that anymore." He looked over at Katie, who had her arms crossed to hide
what was written on her shirt.

   Turning to his daughter, Mr.  Jennings said, "Have fun, honey.  We'll
see you tomorrow." Then he naively left, leaving his virgin daughter to
spend the night at a teen sex party.

   Katie squealed in delight that JoAnn had pulled it off.  Rita looked
pale.  Two minutes later, the pizza guy showed up.  Whoa!  Close timing! 
Too close for my comfort.

   We ate pizza, danced, and had a few rum and cokes to get loosened up. 
Rita ate nothing and hardly spoke, but she did have two rum-and-cokes and
suddenly she was hanging all over me, snuggling in real close.

   We were all sitting around the kitchen table.  I had Rita in my lap,
nibbling at her ear.  Katie sat in Sam's lap, pulled out the cards and
explained the rules.  I could see from Mark's expression that this was the
first he'd heard of the planned game.  Sam too acted surprised, but then
again I'm not sure he really understood what Katie had told me in the car.

   With her mother's video camera in hand, JoAnn sat in Mark's lap and
bounced around indicating that she was ready to play.  For the benefit of
the movie JoAnn was about to create, Sam rather lewdly squeezed one of
Katie's tits, indicating that he was ready to play.  Rita...  Rita
trembled.

   "I, I, I don't know if I can do this," she whispered.

   "It'll be okay.  Relax," I cooed.

   "This is so...  bad," she whimpered.

   We had all shed our shoes and socks during the warm up dancing, so that
wasn't an issue.  In fact there were no issues as Katie dealt the cards for
five-card stud, with aces, deuces and one-eyed Jacks wild.  Sam and Katie
won the first hand, and with a flourish, she pulled her t-shirt over her
head.  Sam too, shed his shirt and then proceeded to rub her all over.  She
looked sexy as hell, sitting there in a see-through bra while Sam took
liberties.  Mark was bug eyed and JoAnn was squirming around, no doubt
giving the poor guy a real hard-on.  Rita fidgeted and giggled nervously.

   Next hand went to Mark and JoAnn.  She coyly slipped off her shorts
while Mark removed his belt.  They were both pleased with the outcome.

   Mark and JoAnn won again, and they both shed their shirts.

   I was beginning to get a bit nervous when Sam and Katie won the
following hand.  It looked like poor Rita and I were going to be the third
couple and that meant someone else might be popping her cherry.  If I was
lucky, I'd get sloppy seconds, or worse, I might end up the caboose after
watching Sam and Mark each fuck two girls before I ever got the chance to
wet my wicket.  I expected Katie to shed her shorts, but she had Sam
unfasten her bra, barring her tits for all to see.  Sam removed his belt
and got down to playing with her nipples.

   Rita was shaking like a dog about to get a bath.  This really wasn't
going the way that she had hoped, even though I imagine that she would have
been a nervous Nellie no matter what was happening.  Things finally went
our way and we won a hand.  That didn't help the body tremors.  Rita was
shaking so much that I had to pull off her sleeveless pink top after
stripping off my shirt.

   Mark and JoAnn won next, and I got my first look at her voluptuous
breasts.  Being the most well endowed girl at school, she was almost as
stacked as Leanne, but with dark brown nipples to match her brunette hair
and dark brown eyes.  With the video camera in hand, I was hard as a rock
looking at her, and quite envious of Mark as he began feeling her up in
earnest.  JoAnn gave a good performance for the camera as Mark lovingly,
and quite erotically, massaged her knockers bringing her large nipples to
an incredibly engorged state.  I got the impression that they had messed
around before.  Quite expertly, he appeared to be pushing her buttons, but
then again it could have just been an act.  Still the display laid to rest
any notion of geekiness that I may have had concerning Mark.  They were
both down to just panties and skivvies and it looked like we were about to
be treated to a real show.

   "Oh, poo!" pouted Katie when Rita and I won.

   It was really Rita's choice as to what she was to take off, but she was
quite immobilized.  To give her a little time to decide and act, I stood
and unbuttoned my shorts.

   "Hey!  That's not fair!" protested Sam.

   "What?  What's your problem Holis?"

   "You're not wearing a belt!"

   "Who said I had to wear a belt?" I unzipped and dropped my shorts.

   Having figured that in game like we were playing that there was no sense
in wearing anything unnecessary, I was commando.

   JoAnn gasped as my hard dick bounced about for a moment.  Katie hooted.
Rita was in shock, mumbling in a near-frantic whisper, "Oh, my gawd!  Oh,
my gawd!"

   "You frigging cheater!" hollered Sam with laugh.  "Yeah, Dude!  Show her
your big dick!  Show her what you're gonna shove up her cunt!"

   Rita still hadn't made a move, so I unsnapped her bra for her.

   "Oh god!" she moaned anxiously as I pulled the straps off her shoulders.

   "Nice titties!" hooted Sam with delight.  I could feel the heat
radiating from Rita's flushed face.

   Sitting back in my chair, I pulled Rita into my lap such that my bare
cock was pressing into the small of her back.  I nibbled her neck and
nibbled her ears as I began fondling her while our friends leered at her.
Her breathing became shallow and quite rapid and she continued to mutter
over and over, "Oh, my gawd.  Oh, my gawd!" Gently rolling her pert little
nips between my fingers, I discovered that she was extremely sensitive
there.

   Katie shuffled the cards and gave me a wink.  I knew what was coming. 
The fix was in.  Gib Tate was one of those guys who is an expert at
manipulating a deck of cards.  He's so good that he was banned from dealing
during my dad's monthly poker game.  It wasn't just that he could deal you
a card and tell you what it is without looking, he could ask you what you
wanted and without fail, he would deal it to you.  I don't have a clue as
how he does it, but he taught Katie the trick.

   Katie coolly dealt the five cards down.  Picking up my cards, I didn't
even need to rearrange them as she had dealt them in order, Queen, Jack,
ten, nine, eight.  She mixed the suits, but if she had wanted, it just as
easily could have been a straight flush.  I showed Rita the hand and she
shuddered.  While holding the cards up for her to see, I began unbuttoning
her shorts.  "Are you wearing panties?" I whispered.

   She nodded 'yes'.

   "That's too bad," I whispered.  "But don't you worry about it, Baby. 
Next hand, I'm gonna rip those panties off.  Then...  then I'm gonna fuck
you.  Think about it...  we're gonna fuck right on this table while
everybody watches."

   "Oh, my gawd," she whimpered in a strangled voice.

   Naturally I stayed pat.  Sam drew four cards and still had nothing in
his hand.  JoAnn had a wild look of anticipation as Mark smugly laid down
three threes.  They both groaned when I showed my straight.

   I had Rita stand while I slowly pulled her shorts down.  She was facing
away from Sam and Katie.  "Nice ass," hooted Sam.  I ran my hand over her
bare ass and realized that she was only wearing a thong.

   "Turn around, Rita.  Show everybody that nice ass of yours," Sam
continued crassly.

   "Mark, be sure and get a shot of this!  Oooo weee!  Would I love t'fuck
that!"

   Poor girl.  Sam really wasn't helping matters.  Red faced, she turned to
face me with unconcealed apprehension in her pleading eyes.  To keep her
from bolting to the door in a near nude state, I pulled her to me and held
her close, rubbing my bare chest across her small, but nice, tits and
rubbing my hard cock into her trembling stomach.  "Easy, Baby, easy.  Just
relax," I reassured her.  "Ignore him.  There's just you and me, and I
promise, I'll do it right."

   I don't know if my reassurances helped or not as her trembling continued
unabated.  I could only imagine how she felt, her stomach churning, the
embarrassment of being on display, the certainty of her impending
deflowering while her friends watched and laughed.

   I wondered if she knew that once the fucking began, it wouldn't end
until daybreak and I wondered if she knew that I probably wouldn't be the
only one to fuck her tonight.  I wondered if she'd ever sucked a dick or
eaten pussy before.  I wondered if she knew that before dawn, that I had
planned on fucking her ass too.  I wondered if in the morning, when she
looked at herself in a mirror, what would she see?  Certainly not the
virgin she saw today.  I wondered if in the morning, would she feel
liberated or would she feel used?  I didn't know the answers to any of
these questions, only that she was terrified and that her fate was sealed.
Of course she could just say, "No," and that would be that, as I wouldn't
force her to do anything, nor would I let anyone else do anything, but so
far she hadn't said, "NO."

   It was a virtual certainty that Katie would deal me the winning hand as
I pulled Rita into my lap for the final hand of poker.  She sat straddling
me with my cock nestled in the crack of her ass, my hand rubbing her panty
clad pussy, my tongue tracing the curves of her ear.  My dick was drooling
precum in such quantities that my dick slid easily along the cleft of her
buttocks as I humped her.

   Katie dealt me four Aces with a one-eyed Jack.  From JoAnn and Mark's
expression, I knew that Katie had probably dealt them a full house, or
maybe even four of a kind.  Whatever it was, there was no way that it could
be superior to my hand.  Sam was grinning, looking at his cards, oblivious
to Katie's artful deception and sat singing, "Somebody's gonna get fucked!
Somebody's gonna get fucked on the table!" He was right about that.  Under
the present situation, even if she'd dealt the cards honestly, somebody was
going fuck on the table at the conclusion of this hand.

   Even though she was looking at the cards, I don't think it registered on
Rita that there wasn't any hand that could beat the one I held.  Still
nibbling at her ear I whispered to her, "We win, Baby, we win." She simply
shuddered, unable to even squeak.

   Sam smugly called and laid down his two pairs.  Mark said, "Not good
enough, man," as he laid down his full house, Queens and threes.  Everyone
looked at Rita and me.

   Standing, I declared, "Looks like Rita and I fuck on the table first."

   "Jesus, five Aces!" exclaimed Mark.

   Sam rolled his eyes saying, "The bastard is cheating!"

   Then with unmitigated glee he added, "No matter, let's see some good
fucking!

   C'mon, Rita, time for you to put out!"

   Grabbing the sides of her thong, I pulled outward until the strings of
the tiny garment snapped.  Rita was shaking so badly that I thought she
might go into a seizure.

   Bringing the wet remains to my nose, I inhaled the fragrance of her sex,
a heady, aroused womanly scent.  "Damn, your pussy smells good, Baby," I
sincerely complimented.  Then I passed it to Sam who made a big show of
wallowing his face in it.

   I pushed her back to lie on the table.  Grasping her legs under her
thighs, I lifted her legs, opening her up to me.  Hyperventilating, Rita
began squeaking over and over, "Oh, my gawd!  Oh, my gawd!  Oh, my gawd!"
She never once said, "No."

   When I let go of her right thigh, she held it where I had put it. 
Grasping my throbbing cock, I raked the drooling head up and down her very
wet cuntal sluice.  Each time I ran my cock over her stiff little nubbin,
she jerked and cried out, "Ohhh!"

   I played and toyed with her for some several minutes until Sam,
impatient as ever, urged, "C'mon, Dude!  Fuck her!" I was ready to do just,
but I pulled away, giving her one final chance to say, "No."

   Her hair-lined pussy was incredibly wet.  The sparse reddish hair
covering her cunt was so thin and fine, that it hardly disguised the flush
of her vulva.  Suddenly I realized that this was my only chance to lick and
suck on her virgin pussy.  With both hands I spread her open a little more,
exposing the bright pink tissue of her glistening interior.  At the touch
of my tongue on her aroused womanly flesh, she cried out, "Ahhhh!"

   Lovely Rita was salty, but not overly so, and her pussy tasted as divine
as she smelled.  Slowly I dragged my tongue up her heavenly sluice to the
nexus of her folds and her little love button.  As soon as I hit her clit,
she began bucking, her thighs squeezing my head tightly.

   Sam exclaimed, "She cumming, Dude!  She's cumming!  Way to go, Dude! 
Look at that whore squirm!"

   Surprised at how easily she came, I rode out her climax, my tongue
straining to flick at her clit.  I could hardly lick her pussy with the
headlock she had on me.  Then, exhaling with a "whoosh!" she went limp. 
Totally and completely limp.

   "Is she okay?" asked Mark with genuine concern.

   "She's fine," answered Katie matter-of-factly.  "Just give her a moment,
Travis.  Don't rush it."

   That sort of pissed me off.  Thinking back, it was no big deal, but at
that moment, Katie had stirred some sort of primal male instinct.  It was
really stupid to feel that way, after all, Katie had orchestrated this
entire scene, and so far she'd done an outstanding job.  Still, I glared at
her.  Katie smiled back at me wickedly and said, "Take your time, Travis.
Enjoy her.  She's yours for the night.  Just be sure that she enjoys you."

   I looked back down at Rita, her eyes were still closed, but she looked
so serene.  The flushed color on her chest was fading, her breathing had
returned to normal.  Slowly it occurred to me that she came so quickly and
so hard because of all the tension that had built up during the card game.
I leaned forward and kissed her breasts.  Soon I was sucking her nips and
making hickies around her compact aureoles, marking her as mine.  It would
be a week or more before they faded, but until then, every time she looked
at herself in the bathroom mirror, she would be reminded of tonight,
reminded that she gave her virgin pussy to me.

   Rita pushed my head away from her tender breasts.  As I came up, I
noticed that Sam had grown tired of waiting for me to fuck Rita.  He had
Katie bent over face down on the table and was pumping into her, shooting a
close up video clip of his cock fucking into her pussy.  Mark and JoAnn
were at it too, with JoAnn still sitting in his lap like she was during the
game, slowly rising and falling on his cock while they watched what was
going on around them.

   I stood upright and jacked my cock to firm it up.  I raised her legs up
again, and again raked my stiff prick up and down Rita's slit.

   "C'mon, Dude, just fuck her," urged Sam.

   Rita began breathing quicker and her eyes were wide.  I got my dick
nicely lubricated with our natural juices and nestled the head in the maw
of her virgin cunt.  I pushed in slightly and Rita squeaked, "Oh, my
gawd..." I paused for a moment, studying the pattern of hickies I had made
on her tits, three on one side around her nipple and two on the other.  I
pushed in a little deeper and felt the thin barrier of her intact hymen. 
"Oh, my gawd!  Oh, my gawd!" she said over and over in a rasping voice.  I
guess she expected me just to rip through it, but instead I began fucking
her, very shallow, limiting my penetration so as not to pop her cherry.

   I heard Sam say, "Hey look, everybody, he's finally fucking her!" I was
well aware that we were the center of attention and felt the four pair of
eyes watching us.

   "Go on, Dude, she ain't a virgin no more.  Go on, stick it to her!" I
ignored him as best I could, but Rita became acutely aware that we had an
audience.  Her mantra of "Oh, my gawd." changed to "Oh, my gawd, not here,
not here.  Oh, my gawd, not here!"

   I didn't want her to suddenly hop off the table and ruin the moment, so
I put my thumb to her clit and began palpating it.  Rita's eyes got bigger
and her mouth opened, but she was unable to speak.  The rippling of her
stomach and the pronounced mottling across her freckled white breasts
announced the beginning of her second orgasm, and I felt her pussy
pulsating around my cock head.  I let her orgasm build and build and then
before she peaked, I rammed my dick through her maidenhead and into her
deeply, so deep that I mashed into her cervix.

   She arched her back to receive my cock and began thrashing about impaled
on my dick as her orgasm exploded.  Damn, she was some tight!  I tried to
thrust, but I couldn't move.  It felt like my dick was stuck in a socket. A
very long moment passed before I felt the walls of her vagina loosen its
grip.  I pulled out and pushed back in.  Her pussy contracted and I was
once again stuck inside her.  After a moment, her contractions eased enough
for me to complete another stroke.  After getting stuck a few more times,
her pussy stretched enough that I could fuck her.

   "Yeah, fuck her, Dude," my good buddy prattled on.  "Loosen her up a
little.  Not too much.  I want a nice tight fuck too."

   I took my time, fucking her with long slow strokes.  Each time I was
deeply buried in her still spasmodically contracting cunt, I'd pause to
grind my dick into her, grinding my pubes into her clit at the same time. I
was rewarded for my efforts with her cunt clamping down tightly around my
dick again, so that I really couldn't move.  If I pulled back, my dick
would stretch a little, but it wouldn't budge from her gripping cunt.  I
simply chose to continue grinding into her as she came again for the third
time.

   Rita's vaginal contractions eased again, allowing me to resume
thrusting. By now, her entire body was coated with a patina of sweat. 
Picking up the pace, I really began putting it to her.  I figured that it
was now my turn to get my jollies off so I simply fucked her, harder and
faster, faster and harder until she sort of slid around on the table top
while I held her legs apart.

   I felt that old familiar sensation as my nuts began to churn and my dick
began to tingle.  Closer and closer I got, until my own orgasm built to the
breaking point.  The ecstasy radiated outward from my genitals, filling me
with that most wonderful of all sensations.  With a cry, "Ohhhhhh,
fuuuuuuck!!!!" I planted my dick deep, pumping my hot seed into her,
christening her once pristine young pussy with its first load of virile
sperm.  If she hadn't been on the pill already, I would have certainly
knocked her up.

   Waves of penultimate pleasure washed over me until my prostate ceased
its spasmodic contractions.  I wanted the sensations to never diminish,
much less end, but having ejaculated, I resumed fucking her until my dick
gave it up.  Out of breath, and still reeling from a truly great orgasm, I
staggered back from between her outstreched legs.

   Sam was right there.  "Way to go, Dude!  Oh, man!  Look at your dick! 
Look at her fucking pussy!" He swiped his hand across her vulva and inner
thighs and showed me the sticky red tinted juices of our copulation.

   "Either this whore's on the rag or you really did pop her cherry!  Well,
excuse me, Dude," he said as he pushed his way past me, "I wanna get some
of this while she's hot."

   I heard Rita cry out, "Oh, my gawd!" and then Sam punched his hips
forward.  "Oh, oh, oh!"

   True to form, Sam simply fucked her without style or grace.  Even though
at no time did I hear her say 'no' or 'stop', it did occur to me that what
Sam was doing could be considered a rape.  After all, she was rather shy
and somewhat nervous about me fucking her in public.  I started to stop
him, but what was done was done, so I just let him fuck her.

   After six or eight hard strokes, Rita wrapped her legs around his back
and forcefully pulled him into her time and again.  Babbling
unintelligibly, the petite redhead curled her toes and came again.  Good
thing for him that she had been so hot and stimulated, there could have
been hell to pay.

   "Squeeze it, ya fuckin' whore!  Yeah, baby, that feels soooo goooood! 
Oh goddamn, she's gonna rip my dick off!  Owwww!  Whoooa, baby!!! 
Ahhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhh!  Oh fuck meeeeeee!"

   Sam staggered back with a wild look on his face.  A stream of cum
flooded from Rita's raw and gapping cunt.  In self-defense, she rolled over
onto her side and curled up.  Moments later she started sobbing and I
thought to myself, "Oh, shit!  She thinks he raped her!"

   Katie had joined JoAnn and Mark, whispering to them.  Mark shook his
head 'no', but Rita's two friends pulled him to his feet.  Katie now began
caressing Rita, comforting her I presume, but feeling her up nonetheless.
After a few minutes she got Rita to lie on her stomach with her feet now
touching the floor while Katie rubbed her back.

   JoAnn scolded Mark, "Go on!  Do her!  Do her or go home!"

   Mark proved to me that he was basically a decent guy.  No doubt he was
ambivalent as I was about gang banging her.  While JoAnn sucked him to a
fresh erection, he shrugged his shoulders, looking to me for some sort of
guidance.  Hell, I didn't know what he should do.  Without conviction I
merely returned his shrug.  By doing so, I thereby gave my tacit approval
for him to go ahead and fuck her.

   JoAnn pulled her mouth off his stiff cock and ordered, "Now get to it!"
Katie and JoAnn pushed Mark to the freshly fucked girl.

   Trying to beg off, Mark hesitated.  JoAnn scolded him, "Do her!" No one,
including Rita, told him not to.  His hips moved forward, sinking his cock
into Rita's cunt.

   Her legs began shaking as Mark screwed her.  I heard Rita cry out once
again, "Oh, my gawd!  Oh, oh, oh...  that feels sooooo gooood!" Damn!  She
seemed to be enjoying the mini gang fuck.

   Katie and JoAnn now turned their attentions to me.  Katie without qualm
or hesitation sucked in my cock, still wet with blood and cum.  JoAnn
rubbed her big tits against my chest and furiously kissed me.  In the
process she nearly ripped away my lower lip.  I pushed away from the crazed
girl and she sank to knees to join Katie in sucking my cock.  After what
she did to my lip I was a bit concerned.  Fortunately she didn't harm my
organs.  The two girls alternated sucking and nibbling on my cock and
balls; sometimes they simultaneously nibbled at my dick from both sides.  I
must admit that it didn't take them very long to get me hard again.

   Varying his strokes, Mark was doing a yoeman's job of giving Rita a good
screw.

   Sam climbed up on the table, straddling his legs around Rita.  He
scooted up until he was pressing his wet genitals into her head.  Sam
lifted her head and inched into position, ordering her to, "Suck it, bitch!
Suck it good.  Get me hard so I can fuck ya again.  That's it, baby, suck
it...  Fuck her, Mark, fuck her good!...

   "Owww!  Watch it with the damned teeth!"

   JoAnn pulled me to the floor and mounted me, fucking me from a sitting
position.  Katie moved in behind her to caress JoAnn's swaying, gyrating
tits.  This girl-on-girl stuff Katie was doing surprised me.  I didn't know
that she was into girls.  I quickly surmised that she and JoAnn had gotten
on with each other before.  I also surmised that Becky felt her up like
this when she and her dad were fucking.  I wasn't too far off.  Later I
learned that Katie, JoAnn and Rita had been playmates long before I ever
started having sex with Katie.  I also later learned that it was pretty
much standard practice in the Tate home (and my own home for that fact) for
the females, mother and daughters, to feel each other up when they were
fucking Gib Tate, my dad or in any other group fuck when the women
outnumbered the men.

   JoAnn knew what she was doing and rather quickly got herself off.  It
was a beautiful sight to see and feel her orgasm while she fucked me. 
After her cunt settled down somewhat, I thought that she might yield to
Katie.  JoAnn showed no sign of wanting to give up the hard cock she was
stuffing herself with.  Personally, I didn't mind and Katie didn't seem to
mind either.

   Katie jumped up and went to get something.  She returned and resumed her
position behind JoAnn.  JoAnn jumped and I felt something cold dribble onto
my balls.  Katie was fingering JoAnn's ass while JoAnn continued to fuck
me, lubing her up, loosening her up.  Suddenly, JoAnn lifted herself off of
me.  Katie repositioned my cock to JoAnn's virgin asshole.

   JoAnn lowered herself a little.  I felt my dick enter her tight asshole.
She paused.  The wild-eyed look of lust on her face turned into a grimace.
Katie coached her, to take it slow and easy, a little at a time.  Slowly
and at her own pace, JoAnn took her first cock up her ass.

   I can't say that she fucked me, she just took my dick up her ass. 
Unlike her pussy, which had seemed to envelop my cock in a warm, moist
embrace, her rectum was tight, a narrow channel that constricted my dick
from all directions.  Having taken all that I had to offer, she sat
motionless with a spaced out look on her face.  Katie rubbed her tits for a
moment before putting a finger to JoAnn's clit.  That did it.  JoAnn came
with scream, her bowls wildly contracting around my cock.  Once her orgasm
began to recede, she pulled off and crumpled up on the floor.

   JoAnn might have been through for the moment, but I wasn't, but before I
could get up and skewer her butt, Katie was on me, taking me up her ass
with practiced ease.  It was like old times back in the barn.  For the next
thirty or forty minutes we ass fucked in a half a dozen different
positions. When I was ready to cum, I did what my Uncle Jake had told me to
do and rode my own orgasm on the very cusp for as long as I could.  The
resulting orgasm was as intense as any I ever had.

   Having shot my wad up Katie's wonderfully receptive ass, I collapsed to
the floor to rest and recover.  Looking about, I saw that they had taken
Rita off the table.  She was lying on the floor next to JoAnn.  The girls
were kissing while the two guys sat on the sofa watching, playing with
their dicks, trying to get it up again.

   We all retired outside to the hot tub to recuperate, pairing up, Mark
with Katie, Sam with JoAnn and me with Rita.  Rita wasn't very talkative,
nor was she as cuddly as the other two girls with their partner of the
moment.

   "Are you okay?" I asked with genuine concern, after all, only an hour or
so before, she had been a virgin.  Since then, she had been repeatedly
fucked by three guys and she was obviously having some problems with that
fact.

   Still silent, she slowly shook her head, 'no'.

   "What's bothering you?"

   "You know."

   "Know what?" I disingenuously asked.

   "Ya'll must think of me as a real tramp," she said sobbing.

   "No, not at all," I asserted without conviction.

   "Sam thinks I'm a slut-whore-bitch."

   "Sam's a jerk."

   "Not really.  I am a slut-whore-bitch.  Look what I did."

   "What?  You had some fun?"

   "Fun?  I was raped, passed around like a..."

   "Wait a minute!  Did you ever say, 'no'?"

   "Did I ever have the chance?" she rejoined.

   "Yes, you did, at any time.  I never heard you say 'no' or 'stop' or
'please don't'.  I did hear you say that it felt good.  Seemed to me that
you enjoyed it."

   "I did enjoy it.  Gawd...  I am a slut-whore!" she sobbed.

   "No you're not.  You were just having fun.  We were all having fun.  We
can still have some more fun before the night's over.  What's the big deal?
We had sex.  Great sex.  Didn't you like it?"

   "Yes," she muttered in a near whisper.  "Thank you."

   "For what?"

   "For not putting me down.  For not looking down on me...  For doing it
right the first time...  That was wonderful." She was silent for a moment
before blubbering, "Oh, gawd!"

   I pulled her into me tight and gave her hug.  "I'm going straight to
hell," she said with remorse.  "I did enjoy it!  I did!  I loved it!  I'm
just what Sam said I was...  I'm a slut!"

   "Hey, my best girl's a slut," I comforted.  "My sister's a slut, and my
mamma's a slut too!  I love them all and respect them all the same.  Don't
get down on yourself for enjoying it.  You're supposed to enjoy it!  Guys
and girls screw.  It's the natural order of things."

   "I feel so dirty."

   "Why?"

   "I don't know.  I guess I'm not like you and Katie."

   "What's that supposed to mean?"

   "You know...  you both do it with..."

   "With what?"

   "You know...  incest and all."

   "Who told you that?"

   "Is it true?  Do you have sex with your sister?  Your mother?  Katie's
mother?  Does Katie have sex with her dad?  With your dad?  With Sam's dad?
Do ya'll really have wild sex parties like we're having tonight?"

   I was stunned.  What had Katie told her?  If my dad knew, he'd have a
cow!  If Gib knew, he'd blister Katie's ass so bad that she wouldn't be
able to sit for a month!

   "Uh, uh..."

   "You do!  Don't you?"

   "Well, I, er..."

   "Don't worry, your dirty little secret is safe with me."

   I wasn't so sure about that.  Damned girls blabber about anything and
everything.  One minute they're the best of friends.  Next thing you know,
they're enemies and spreading vicious tales about each other.  Next minute,
they're buddy-buddy again, but the damage had been done.  Shit, what was I
to do?

   "Look, I don't know what Katie told you."

   "She's tells me everything.  So does JoAnn."

   "I, I..."

   "Hey, actually it's kind of cool.  I can't imagine doing what I just did
with my mom and dad.  They'd send me to a convent if they knew what my
friends were like, corrupting me, making me do the things that I only dream
about while playing with myself.  In fact, they'd send me to a convent just
for doing that!"

   "Playing with yourself?"

   "Yeah.  They're so up tight about sex that they freeze up every time I
bring up the subject."

   "Well, then how'd you get on the pill."

   "I asked my mom if I was too young to have sex.  She freaked!  Next
thing I knew, we were at the doctor.  After examining me, he pronounced me
to be still a virgin and prescribed the birth control pills.  He told mom
that it would also help clear my skin.  Mom told me not to tell my dad.

   "After that, and after listening to Katie and JoAnn, I decided that I
should try it.  I just never imagined that you guys would...  you know...
take turns with me."

   "Well, your mom doesn't sound like she's too out of it.  Sounds like she
expects you to experiment."

   "With three guys?"

   "Maybe not three guys.  You know, guys love to fuck.  Maybe we got
carried away, but girls like to fuck too.  You sure seemed to enjoy it."

   She thought for a moment, biting her lower lip.  "Yes, I really did
enjoy it," she barely whispered.

   "Then there's no problem."

   "Do you really do it with your mom?"

   "I don't talk about who I have sex with, so I'll neither confirm or deny
anything you may have heard."

   "You do do it with her!  Gawd, that's so nasty!" She sighed and
lamented, "I wish my parents were more like yours and Katie's."

   She had been playing with my dick ever since the incest thing first came
up and she had me hard again.  "How does it do that?"

   "What?"

   "You know.  Your thingie."

   "Thingie?  My dick?  A pretty girl plays with a guy's dick, it gets
hard. Makes a guy think that maybe the pretty girl wants to fuck.

   "Ummmm, maybe."

   I slid down a little pulling her to me.  "Maybe, my ass!  C'mon, pretty
girl, let's you and me fuck." With that she kissed me and maneuvered
herself on me, any concerns about propriety that she may have had
evaporated forever as my cock filled her up.

   "Hey, look!" said Sam loud enough for the neighbors to hear.  "They're
fucking again!  Way to go, Dude!

   "That's it, Rita, fuck him!

   "What a whore!"

   We played in the water until nearly eleven when Mark announced that he
had to be home by eleven thirty.  That was really too bad because Sam and I
were getting pretty whipped out, but the three girls seemed as eager as
ever to screw, suck, and then screw some more.

   We had a smoke and few more rum and cokes.  Wasted, Sam and I sat on the
sofa giggling while the three girls groped each other on the floor.  It was
quite a show as 69's formed and broke apart only to reform time and again.
At one point about 1 AM, Katie and Rita had broken up and JoAnn went down
on Rita.  Katie crawled up to the sofa to treat herself to a couple of limp
dicks.  We were by then still wasted, but well enough rested that she got
us both up for the umpteenth time.

   JoAnn had her ass high in air as she sucked pussy and I remembered that
I had some unfinished business with her.  Lubing up my dick and her ass, I
pushed into her anus for the second time.  She was tight a hell, but I
didn't seem to cause her any undue discomfort as I pushed into her with one
stroke.  Oh, she grunted, that's for sure, but she didn't protest as I
began pounding her just like Sam would have.

   After a few minutes of working her ass over good, she was no longer
eating pussy, but was sucking on Sam's reinvigorated cock.  He pulled away
and directed us to lie on the floor.  I rolled us over, keeping my cock
firmly planted in JoAnn's shapely ass.  I locked my ankles around her legs
and spread her out.  Katie and Rita moved in and each took a tit in their
mouth.  Sam moved in to her defenseless cunt.  As he pushed into her JoAnn
screamed, "Oh, god yessss, yessss, yessss!"

   When I woke in the morning, JoAnn was still on top of me, face up. 
Thankfully, Sam wasn't on top of her, but was spooned with Katie.  Rita was
69 with Katie.  What woke us up was the door bell ringing and a loud
banging on the door.

   Rita sat up in alarm.  "Oh my god!  It's my daddy!" That got everyone's
attention.

   Sam and I scrambled to hide in the hall closet while the girls scrambled
to put some clothes on.  The knocking became an urgent pounding.  After
what seemed to be forever, someone answered the door.

   "I'll be there in a minute, Daddy.  We just woke up...  You're early!

   "No, you can't come in, JoAnn's not dressed...

   "She's dressed, she's just not...  Daddy!"

   "Where's your mother, JoAnn?" I heard him ask in a demanding tone.

   "She's still asleep," said a female voice.

   "Is that so?  Well...  I just want to thank her for having Rita over."

   "That's okay.  I'll tell her when she wakes up."

   "Fine, I appreciate that...  Now, go get your things Rita.  We need to
be going."

   "Okay, Daddy.  It'll be a minute."

   "I'll wait outside."

   We could hear what was going on outside the closet and I had no doubt
that we could be heard as well.  Sam and I were standing in the closet
amongst winter coats and hanging tablecloths.  His morning woody was poking
me between the butt cheeks.  He was being cute.  Fucking dickhead!  I could
have killed him, but I couldn't say a word, only lamely slap at his dick.
Each time I made contact, he would talk in a falsetto voice, "Ohhh, do that
again, Travis.  Oooo, I like you!" and grind into me.  What a dumbass!

   I heard the door slam shut.  Confident that the coast was clear I
yelled, "You fucking queer!" as we burst out of the cramped closet
laughing. The laughing didn't last very long as Mr.  Jennings was still
inside, standing by the door.

   "Oh, shit," uttered Sam as he froze in his tracks.

   I heard JoAnn say, "Oh, fuck!" before I saw what the problem was.

   "Well, well, well," said Mr.  Jennings evenly.  He held Rita with his
hand over her mouth.  Immediately I saw that she had Katie's t-shirt on,
the one with "SLUT" emblazoned across the front.  A quick look and I saw
that JoAnn was wearing her black cut-off t-shirt along with my boxers. 
Katie, she had Rita's pink tank top on.  It was three sizes to small, and
it looked to be painted on.  Below that, Katie wore only a thong.

   "I was out on my morning jog," he said calmly.  "I always come this way.
Saw that the Impala was still parked outside.  That got my curiosity up."

   He looked over at JoAnn.  "Your mama's car is not in the garage.  I
looked.  Where is she?"

   "Uh, uh..."

   "She'd damned well better not be here...  or else I'll call the cops on
her...  for contributing to the delinquency of minors."

   "No, she's not here."

   "You said that she was still asleep."

   "I..."

   "In addition to being a tramp, you're a liar too," he said in a venomous
tone.  "Well, it looks like you kids had quite a party.

   "Tell me, you boys fuck these girls?"

   He snorted, "That's a stupid question.  All I really want to know is who
fucked my daughter?  Both of you?"

   He released his hand from Rita's mouth and grabbed the t-shirt.  "Let's
see, "SLUT" it says.  Guess that says it all...  Tell me, Rita, did you
fuck these boys?" Not waiting for her to reply, he answered his own
rhetorical question.  "Yeah, you fucked them.  You fucked them both.  How
about the other one?  Where is he?"

   "He went home," replied Rita meekly.

   "Why?"

   "He had to be home by eleven thirty," said JoAnn with a trembling voice.

   "So he went home to his mama.  Stupid little prick!  I guess he missed
out...  or did he?"

   Rita was trembling, obviously terrified what her father was going to do.
"Well?" he demanded.  "Did he fuck you too?"

   Rita nodded.

   "That's what I thought.  Who else came over last night to fuck you?"

   "No one, Daddy, no one."

   "Just three guys?  Should've been six, maybe eight.  Bet you'd like to
fuck eight guys, one after the other."

   "No, Daddy."

   "Lair!  Guess you'll be having a baby soon."

   "No, Daddy."

   "A little bastard for your mama and me to raise while you're out
sleeping around.

   "No, Daddy, I won't."

   "Don't you know that that's what happens to little fuck sluts like you
when they spread their legs and let boys fuck their pussies all night?"

   "No, I won't get...  I'm safe."

   "Safe?  You used rubbers?  I don't see any used rubbers lying about...

   "You're on the pill?..."

   Surprise registered on his face.  "Your mother put you on the pill!...
Damn it!  I told that stupid bitch that this would happen!  I told her!"

   There was tense moment of silence.  My panicked mind raced around in
circles.  I didn't have a clue as to how to handle the situation, except
that I knew in my gut that if her dad really got rough, that would I have
to take him on.  I sized him up.  He wasn't very big, not that much taller
than Rita.  He was lean, like most avid runners are, and pasty white.  I
decided that I could probably pick him up and toss him around without much
problem.  But then what?

   "Whose shirt is this?" he snarled, pulling at the fabric of the t-shirt.

   "Katie's."

   Mr.  Jennings looked over at Katie and the stretched tight pink tank
top. "Figures...  Yeah, she seems to be wearing your clothes."

   He snapped her black panties.  "Those panties, they're kind of baggy
looking.  Who do they belong to?"

   "JoAnn."

   "JoAnn's?" Turning to JoAnn he comtemptously asked, "Well, JoAnn, just
whose boxer shorts are you wearing?"

   "I dunno."

   "Must belong to one of these fellas.  They both seem to have misplaced
their shorts...

   "Okay, let's get this sorted out.  Rita give Katie her shirt."

   "Daddy!"

   "Damn it, do it!"

   Blushing a bright red and with trembling hands, Rita pulled the t-shirt
over her head.  Immediately she covered her breasts with her hands.

   "Put your hands down!"

   "Daddy, please."

   "Say, what's all over your tits?  Hickies?...  God damn, girl!  You've
let them mark you as their whore!  Let me guess, each one commemorates a
fucking...  Well, my little whore, let's count them.

   "One, two...  put your god damned hands down.  One, two," while he
counted he pressed a finger into her bruised flesh, "three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine!" Mr.  Jennings unconsciously adjusted his
stiffening cock.

   "Now, tramp, JoAnn needs her panties.  Take'em off!"

   "Daddy!"

   "What's the matter, slut?  You don't want these boys to see you naked?
You're not embarrassed for them to see you naked are you?  After you've
fornicated with them all night like a cat in heat?"

   With that he yanked the loose panties down off her ass.  "Take them off,
goddamn you!" he shouted.

   Reluctantly, Rita pulled them down and stepped out of them.

   "Now, tramp, put your hands high in the air and turn around slowly so
these boys can get a good look at you."

   Rita put her hands up and slowly turned.  "That's nice, real nice.  I
can certainly see what these boys are attracted to.  You're a nice piece of
fuck-meat.  Now turn around again, slower."

   As Rita turned again, her father asked, "You enjoying this, slut?"

   The tears streaming down her cheeks were a good indication that Rita was
not enjoying it.  Not at all.  I really felt bad for her, being humiliated
like this by her father.  I glanced over at Sam, the bastard had a smirk
plastered across his face.

   "You enjoy being put on display as a piece of fuck-meat for these two
horn dogs.  You're a god-damned slut!  Aren't ya, girl?" Sobbing, Rita
finished her pirouette.

   Mr.  Jennings turned his attention to JoAnn.  "Okay Sweetheart, give the
boxers back to whomever they belong to." JoAnn hesitated.

   "C'mon, you vamp, we don't have all day.  Your mother may be home soon
and we need to get this all sorted out before she gets here, so off with
the shorts."

   JoAnn looked to Katie for guidance and Katie nodded for to comply.

   "So, you shave your cunt, JoAnn?

   "Hey boys, you like that bald pussy?  I bet you do!

   "Okay honey, whose top do you have on?"

   "It's mine," she replied meekly.

   "That's too bad...  well, tell you what, slut.  Put your hands up and
turn around so we can all see that bald pussy and that fine ass.  That's
it."

   As JoAnn raised her arms, the ragged helm of the cut-off t-shirt rose
over her boobs and her nipples.

   "Oh, god damn, girl!  You do have some nice tits!  Yeah, give everybody
a good look, honey.

   "You boys like tits like that?  I bet you do!  I love big tits like
that. Damn!  What a butt!  Hell, you know, I don't blame you boys, I'd fuck
her too."

   When JoAnn finished her turn, she lowered her arms, but the t-shirt
remained on top of her hooters.  She made a move to pull the shirt down,
but Mr.  Jennings stopped her.  "Leave it, girl.  These boys like looking
at your big tits.

   "Don't you, boys?" Sam nodded like a moron.

   He turned to Katie.  "That's Rita's shirt.  It's a little stretched out
now, but she needs it to wear home.  Can't have her going home
bare-breasted, can we?"

   Without further prompting, Katie peeled the pink shirt off.  Letting the
shirt dangle on one finger, she struck a pose, perched up on the ball of
one foot.  With slight, subtle movements she proudly displayed herself to
Rita's dad.  "You like what you see?" she asked with a come-hither look.

   Mr.  Jennings licked at his lips as he studied the bold girl.  Slowly
she turned her back to him, never loosing eye contact.  "You like a girl
wearing a thong?  It's mine, but if you want it, you can take it home with
you.  I don't need it.  Actually, it's in the way."

   She turned back to him and walked towards him, backing him up against
the door.  "My friends all think that the party's over...  I think it's
just starting," she cooed.  She leaned forward and kissed his nipple.

   "Hmmm, salty.  I just adore the scent of a sweaty man." Mr.  Jennings
eyes got big as she caressed his cloth covered stiff cock.  "Nice dick.  I
like a man-sized dick to fill my little pussy.  You want to fill my little
pussy?"

   Mr.  Jennings was dumbstruck.  His mouth was open, as if he was about to
say something, but he remained mute.  One moment he had been in control. 
Now he was at the mercy of an aggressive girl and seemingly powerless. 
Katie sank to her knees, pulling down his jogging shorts in the process. 
As soon as his cock sprang free, Katie took him into her mouth.  Bug-eyed,
Mr.  Jennings gasped.

   "Suck him, you fuckin' whore," called out Sam.  "Suck his dick!"

   Despite Sam's unnecessary encouragement, Katie didn't stay on her knees
for long, maybe for a minute, but not more than that.  Almost as quick as
she went down on him, she suddenly stood up, holding his wet cock in her
hand.  In one seamless motion, she pulled her thong aside as she hiked up
one leg and stuck his cock into her cunt.  Grinding her hips on his cock
while she lifted herself with her foot, Katie raped him plastered up
against the front door.

   I don't know who was more shocked at what was happening, Mr.  Jennings,
Rita, or JoAnn.  I too was stunned, but not nearly as much as those three.
From the look on his face, you would think that the man had been shot or a
knife run into his gut.  Sam seemed to take the whole thing in stride, like
it was a normal thing to be happening.

   Katie fucked him for a minute or so before Mr.  Jennings seemed to
regain his senses.  It was then that I observed another of Uncle Jake's
truisms, that "where pussy is involved, men think with their groin and not
with their head." The look of shock disappeared from his face, replaced
with a look of unconcealed lust.  His hands tightly gripped Katie's butt
cheeks and he began fucking her back.  A few moments later, he had the girl
on the floor, furiously pounding into her, with one hand now pinning her
arms above her head while the other was pulling on a fistful of her hair.

   Now Katie is as an enthusiastic fuck-partner as I have ever come across
and gives as well as she gets.  This time it was different.  While we all
watched Rita's dad fuck her, she remained motionless, spread out, but
motionless.  Normally in that position she'd have her legs wrapped around
the guy's hips and her hips would be punching back to meet each thrust, but
not this time.

   After only a few minutes, Mr.  Jennings grunted and his butt cheeks
clinched as he shuddered in climax.  That done, he collapsed on top of her.
It was several minutes, longer than the actual sex act itself, before he
moved off of Katie, rolling onto his back.

   He looked up into shocked face of his daughter, standing nude before
him, her hand over her mouth.  Apparently his brain began functioning once
again as he suddenly cried out, "Oh, my god!  What have I done?"

   Then he looked towards JoAnn and Sam and saw that Sam was video taping
him.  The color drained from his face.  "Oh, dear god, no!"

   Katie, her hair a mess, struggled to her feet, feigning that she was in
pain, holding her poor pussy like she'd been violated, while crocodile
tears streaked down her face.  She limped towards Sam.  The pained
expression was replaced by one of glee.

   "Sam, that's enough.  Give JoAnn the camera.

   "JoAnn, go hide it!" Smart girl, dangerous, but smart.

   "You god damned bitch!" roared Mr.  Jennings as it sank in that he'd
been had.  "Give me that camera!"

   Sam and I placed ourselves between the enraged man and JoAnn.  I guess
Mr.  Jennings figured that we could stomp his skinny ass if we wanted and
he remained at the door, with his jogging shorts down around his knees,
sputtering and cursing, but otherwise not very threatening.

   "Go on, JoAnn," urged Katie.  "Hide it somewhere.  Hide it good."

   "You little whore!" he fumed.

   "Mr.  Jennings," said Katie evenly, "I think you've said enough."

   "You god damned tramp slut!"

   "I suggest that you calm down and not make me angry."

   "You came on to me!  You made me!"

   "The law says I'm not old enough to give consent."

   "You blackmailing little ..."

   "No one's blackmailing you, but I think you better get control of
yourself.  If you really piss me off..."

   "Fucking conniving little bitch!" he spat.

   He glowered for a moment and then asked, "What do you want?"

   "Nothing...  Absolutely nothing.  You just pull up your pants and finish
your jog.  Later, when Rita's home, you be nice to her.  Treat her like you
love her.  If you're mean, if you demean her, if you hit her, if you
humiliate her like you just did, you'll regret it, mister.  You got that?
She loves you, so you had better show her love and understanding in
return."

   Mr.  Jennings didn't say a word.  He'd been bested and he knew it.

   "JoAnn's mom may be home soon," continued Katie evenly.  "I really don't
think you want to explain what you're doing here."

   "Okay, okay...  Look, do me one favor.  Destroy that tape."

   "You show me that I should destroy it...  It's really all up to you. 
You're Rita's dad.  I don't want anything to happen to you."

   "For God's sake, girl...  please...  destroy the tape."

   "I will...  if you're a good boy."

   "If anyone ever saw that tape...  it'd destroy me, destroy my family!"

   "It's all up to you, Mr.  Jennings."

   "Okay, okay, you win," he said chastised.  "I promise that I'll do what
you want...  I will...  I promise.  Rita has nothing to fear from me. 
Absolutely nothing.  I do love her very much.  I only want what's best for
her."

   "Then go home, Mr.  Jennings.  Be a loving parent."

   "Promise me, Katie.  Promise me that you'll destroy the tape."

   "You keep your promise and I'll keep mine.  Agreed?"

   "Then you promise that you'll destroy it?"

   "Yes."

   Mr.  Jennings turned to Rita with a pleading eyes.  "Rita, I'm...  I'm
sorry, baby.  I...  I lost my head.  Please forgive me, I didn't mean... 
I'm sorry that I said those things...  I didn't mean to hurt you.  I'd
never hurt you.  You must know that.  I was just...  just trying to protect
you.  I only want what's best for you.  I think you're too young for this
sort of thing, much too young, but I guess you've decided that for
yourself. Who you have sex with, that's your business.  I just want you to
be careful and not let yourself be used...  Look, after you get home, we'll
talk about it when we have a little privacy."

   "Pull your shorts up, Daddy," said Rita.

   "Uh, yeah, sure...  uh, sorry, I..."

   "Go home, Mr.  Jennings," said Katie with mock sternness.  "You really
shouldn't be here."

   "Uh, uh, yeah...  I guess you're right about that...

   "Look, Katie, JoAnn, I apologize for being such an ass.  I had no right
to speak to any of you the way I did."

   Suddenly Mr.  Jennings broke out in a broad smile.  "One other thing,
all three of you girls have very lovely asses.  Damned nice tits too... 
Hell, to be a teenager again.  To be honest, if I were, I wouldn't be like
that fellow who went home early."

   Once the door shut and Mr.  Jennings was gone, a whoop and holler filled
the house.  Everyone was jazzed at how Katie handled the entire situation,
everyone but Rita that is.  Rita, she sat in a corner and cried.

   That pretty well queered the party.  Rita certainly didn't feel like
putting out after the encounter with her father, and naturally Katie and
JoAnn sympathized with Rita's plight.

   We all managed to get in a quick soak in the hot tub, but it wasn't too
much longer that Rita's mother called to say that she was on her way over
to pick her up.  We all scrambled to get dressed and get the heck out of
there.  No need to hang around and make Rita explain to her mother why
Sam's car was still parked in front of JoAnn's.