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Happy Days
by Anonymous Author (c) 1994
***
At age 17 (in 1956) something happened that changed the
lives of my twin sister, a few of our friends and me of
course. I have tried to be honest in this story, but
have used some 'poetic license' wherever it was needed.
Conversations are not totally as the words were indeed
spoken, but the content is very close.
The first time I wrote this story, it was my first
writing attempt. Many things were left out. I am taking
my time and trying to recreate the entire story. I have
changed the names of my characters not because any of
them might object, but because I respect their privacy.
Yes all six of us are (or were) real people. We are
still very close to this day.
***
*** Chapter One - It All Begins
The 50's were a wonderful time to be a teenager. I feel
so fortunate to have been one during that truly 'Happy
Days' era.
I honestly can't remember a time in my life when I
didn't like sex or at least have sexual thoughts. My
earliest recollections were with Sharon, the girl
across the street, along with my twin sister Ellen. We
were all 6 years old, Sharon being about 2 months
younger than Ellen and myself; I was the oldest by 15
minutes.
We lived in a fairly rural area. Every yard was on at
least an acre of property. We played at Sharon's
because she had more trees and buildings in her yard,
plus her yard was all fenced in. Her mother liked
having us around to keep her company and would make
sure we had plenty of Kool-Aid to drink.
As I said, we were all 6 years old. I was born in 1939,
so this was about 1946. I don't ever remember Sharon's
mom coming out to see if we were okay. I guess the
sound of us laughing and chatting was all she needed to
keep 'an eye on us.'
We mostly played in her sandbox and in the playhouse
her dad had built for her. It was in this playhouse
that we discovered a new game, 'Doctor'. I was the
doctor and the girls traded places being the nurse and
patient.
When a patient came in, she had to remove her clothes,
and the doctor would 'examine' her. We had a plastic
stethoscope, and we would use ice-cream sticks to
examine down throats. The examinations would always end
with the doctor checking the patient's pee-pee.
We played enough times that after the first day I could
tell that there was a difference between Ellen's and
Sharon's. Not a lot of difference, but enough. This was
really neat.
I mentioned this about the third time Ellen was the
patient, and asked my nurse to remove her clothes to
see for herself. The person who says when you've seen
one, you've seen them all was wrong. Even the two of
them noticed small differences. Ellen seemed to have
small folds of skin that stuck between her 'crack' (or
between her two outer lips) while Sharon's just came
together very smoothly.
The girls were getting tired of this game for the time
being and insisted that since the doctor was always
seeing their pee-pee's, they should get a chance to see
his. For Ellen this was no big deal. She and I were
still taking baths together. But Sharon was an only
child, so she had never seen anything like what I had,
not even her father's by accident.
I pulled off my pants and took off my shirt, standing
before the two of them in my shoes and socks. Sharon
was really intrigued; this was something she couldn't
believe existed. I remember her touching it and jumping
when it moved, I don't remember if it moved because her
hand was cold, or just because she touched it. When she
jumped back, she and Ellen started to laugh. So Ellen
touched it and again it moved on it's own. I sure
wasn't doing anything. Again they both laughed.
It was about this time because of the several glasses
of Kool-Aid I had that I had to go pee. I couldn't go
into the house because I didn't have clothes on, and I
couldn't go in the Playhouse.
The playhouse was built with a front door that could be
seen from the back porch of the real house, and a back
door that looked on to the garage. There was grass
between the garage and it. So I opened the back door
and was holding my self in preparation to go. Both
girls ran to see what I was doing. I remember telling
them I had to go pee. They wanted to watch since I had
something to hang onto when I went. They oo'ed and
aw'ed as the steady stream squirted out of my full inch
of manliness.
Nothing much happened the rest of the day. But from
that time on, playing doctor always included the doctor
getting undressed for the two nurses. We never
considered that one of them could be the doctor.
One day, because I had peed again in front of the two
of them, Sharon got brave and said she had to go too.
Ellen agreed that she had to go. I went first and after
I finished I was shaking the last drops out. Neither of
the girls had seen me do this the first time, so this
was a novelty to them.
Sharon decided she was going to try to go standing up
like I did. She tried but it was such an unfamiliar
position for her, she just couldn't go. So she squatted
down and went. When she was finished, she shook her
rear end, to try to get the last drops out. Ellen asked
her what she was doing, and she told her.
Ellen thought this was great, so she squatted down and
let a solid stream go. When she was finished she
reached down and pushed on her pussy to try to get the
last drops out. Sharon and I didn't realize it at the
time, but Ellen's had had hit a sensitive spot and she
really enjoyed the feeling.
A few days later, when we were together again, Mrs.
Meyer's (Sharon's mother) had to go to the store, and
would be gone for a while. She knew we would be fine.
It was a warm day and we all had been drinking a lot of
punch, I mean a lot. Within a few minutes of Mrs. Meyer
driving out of the yard we were all nude and all had to
go. We really got brave and went between the playhouse
and the garage out into the open in our 'one button
suits'. Sharon just couldn't hold it any longer. She
hated squatting, so she sat on the edge of a wooden box
and spread her legs. I was so fascinated when I saw her
pee leave her pussy. It was really neat. I didn't
understand why it was so neat, but it was. Ellen liked
the position on the box, so she pulled another box over
and facing Sharon she spread her legs and let loose.
It was while watching them that I realized that not
only did their pee-pee's look different, but they
'piddled' different too. Sharon's pee kind of flooded
out of her, while Ellen's shot out like mine.
Really strange, and I pointed this out to them. Sharon
had never noticed anything unusual. Neither did Ellen.
They had never watched another girl go before, so the
way they peed was the way they thought every woman did.
I have learned over the years that not all women do in
fact pee the same. They even make different sounds when
the pee, or I should say the sound of their peeing is
different one from another.
This was so much fun that none of us could wait until
we had to go again. That time came soon enough.
Sharon had to go again. Her mother still hadn't come
back home so we had been playing in the protected area
all this time without our clothes on. She went over to
her new 'potty seat' and was ready to go again. I
stopped her and pointed out for Ellen and her to pay
close attention to the difference between their peeing.
And then I did something that I had not even done while
playing doctor. Sharon sat on the edge of the box with
her legs spread. She was ready to go. Then I reached my
hands down and spread the lips of her pussy apart.
I had never touched her or Ellen that way before and
don't know why I did it, but I did. Sharon instead of
being upset just looked up at me and smiled. While I
was holding her two lips apart, I could see where the
pee was coming from. It was a little hole just like the
one at the end of my pee-pee. I called Ellen over to
look and she was absolutely shocked. She never imagined
that that was where it came from. She had never seen
hers of course and never even thought about it. Sharon
wanted to see the pee come out of Ellen's hole, so she
had me hold Ellen's lips apart.
I had mentioned the differences between the two
pussies, well the location of their urethras were also
slightly different. Ellen's hole was much closer to the
top than Sharon's and when I was holding her 'lips'
apart, there was more 'meat' there. She seemed to have
two sets of lips. I held them apart as she let loose a
solid stream. With my help, she could pee almost as far
as I could.
The only other games we ever played with peeing was
seeing if we could pee together and all hit the same
area. We gathered in a circle and tried to splash our
streams together.
I don't know what stopped us from our games; I guess it
was the summer ending and school starting.
Ellen and I continued to bath together until we were 8.
Mom never saw any harm in it.
We also shared the same bedroom until we were 9. Twins
seem to be very close even when they are opposite sex
twins. This was very much the case with Ellen and
myself (and still is today). Most of the nights, we
would end up in bed together. We just seemed to sleep a
lot better when we were there together.
Both of us give off a lot of body heat when we are
asleep. Mom made me wear flannel pajamas, and Ellen
wore an ankle length flannel nightgown. So in our sleep
we would get rid of the extra clothing. I would wake up
in the morning with the two of us snuggled together.
The most sexual part of this was as I was getting my
"little-boy hard ons" Ellen developed a habit of
reaching down and hanging on to it. I also developed a
habit of resting my hand on her pussy and sometimes
between her legs. I never remember penetrating it with
my fingers, and I don't think either one of us knew
what we were doing or why we were doing it.
We were never caught in bed together. Dad used to call
us from downstairs to wake us up, while mom was fixing
breakfast.
The big change came in 1948. My dad was extremely good
with his hands. When he got out of the Navy, he
mortgaged our home and built a small fabrication shop
in town. When we started school, mom would work in the
office for him. We would go from school to the shop and
ride home from there.
Dad's business grew very rapidly. His skill and mom's
integrity with customers were an unbeatable team. I
should give some time about my mother because it
explains a lot about my early teen years.
My mother was a devout Christian lady. We went to
Sunday school, and then church every Sunday, and back
for the "evening service", and every Wednesday for "mid
week service". Our church didn't allow for smoking,
drinking, dancing, etc. They were strict. Mother used
to make it a point to tithe 10% of the family business'
income to the church. It seemed to work, because we
made really big money all the time I was growing up.
He started the business in 1945, and by 1948, we had
enough money to have a swimming pool built in our
backyard. Not only that, but a small 'guest house' was
built next to the pool. This was to be my residence
until I left for Dental School. My 'digs' consisted of
a living room, with a small kitchen, and a wonderful
bedroom. The only restrictions for me were to not touch
the stove; I could decorate my room any way I wanted.
There was another door from my room that led to a large
bathroom. It was oversized because it had a second
door, which led to the pool and was used as a dressing
room and bathroom for anyone using the pool.
Next to my bed was a vent on the floor between the
bathroom and my bedroom. If I would lie on my stomach,
I had an unobstructed view of the bathroom. I could see
the toilet, door, and front of the shower. I could also
hear everything that went on in the bathroom.
This had some great moments for me too. I soon became a
real live peeping tom. Mother had a bunch of the ladies
over from church when we first built the pool.
I was asked to stay in my room while the ladies were
using the pool. Her church did not allow 'mixed
bathing' among single people. I guess I might see
something I wasn't allowed to see.
I stayed in my room and lay down by the grill. I did
see more than I was supposed to see. I couldn't believe
that they all had to completely undress from their
swimsuits, just to take a pee (guys are so lucky).
There were about a dozen of them that first day, and I
saw all dozen at least two or three times.
The only negative was that these were all old women in
their late twenties and early thirties. I really
couldn't wait until some young ones came in. This was
the first time I ever saw pubic hair on women. A couple
of them showered, and that was another treat. I did get
very hard when they peeled off their suits and just
stood there in the nude.
I also learned a couple other things that day. Not all
women sound the same when they pee. And when a woman
shits, it doesn't smell any nicer than when a man
shits. The grill worked both ways and I would catch the
fragrance as it drifted through the grill. This was
also the first time in my life I ever saw a woman
change her Kotex, and tampon. The pastor's wife came
into the bathroom. She hadn't been swimming with the
others and was dressed in a Sundress. I saw her lift up
her dress and pull down her panties. I was surprised
that she too had pubic hair, and that she wore regular
panties like the other women. But instead of sitting on
the toilet, she squatted in front of it and I thought
she was going to play with herself. But soon I saw her
pull this white thing out of herself.
It was a string with something white on the end. I
couldn't tell at the time, but it did look like there
was blood on it. Then I saw her reach in her purse for
this tube and push the tube inside of herself. This was
really a weird behavior for the pastor's wife. She
wrapped the white thing in toilet paper and tossed it
into my trashcan.
There was one other woman who did something weird.
When she came in to pee, she had a big bandage under
her panties. It was pinned to an elastic band around
her waste. She peed and then took the old bandage off
the elastic and got a new one from her purse and
replaced it. She wrapped the old one in toilet paper
and tossed it into my trashcan. I remember wondering
how she got hurt 'down there' that she would be
bleeding. I had not been told about periods yet.
When the 'party' was over and everyone had gone, I
locked the door to the outside (this was what I was
supposed to do anyway), and looked at the trashcan. I
saw the two bundles of wrapped toilet paper. Filled
with curiosity, I unwrapped the large one. As I had
suspected, there was blood on it. I also saw two pubic
hairs stuck to the sides and so I removed them and
carried them to a safe place. I returned and saw what
the pastor's wife had removed from herself. It was
really bloody. I remember thinking to myself that she
deserved that for shoving that tube inside of herself.
She shouldn't be putting things up there like that;
they could hurt her even worse.
If there was a non-church group using the pool, I could
join in. I would swim for a while and usually excuse
myself to go to my viewing room.
My first real lesson in sex came from my cousin
Delores. I had three female cousins (on my dad's side
of the family), two older than me and one my age.
Delores was 5 years older than me. I had turned ten and
she was 15. Rita was 3 years older and Corine was two
months younger.
We were swimming one day when I got out of the pool and
laid on the grass. For some reason my cock decided to
get erect. Delores came by me and looked down at my
trunks. "What's that all about Bill?"
I had no idea what she was talking about, "what?"
"Your peter is big and erect. Why?"
"Oh that. I don't know why." This wasn't the truth
completely.
I had an idea why because of what I had learned from my
friends. But a boner was worthless to me. I couldn't
pee when it was hard, and you certainly couldn't run
with one.
Ellen, Rita and Corine were still in the pool. Delores
was baby-sitting us this particular afternoon. She told
the girls that she had to help me with my homework and
didn't want us interrupting. With that she made me go
to my room and followed me in locking the door behind
her.
"You do know what a hard peter is for don't you? Come
on, the truth. I want you to know."
"Well. It's for making babies in women."
"How is that done," she asked.
"I think the man touches his thing against the woman's
and squirts some stuff on it."
"That's close, but not quite complete. Take off your
trunks."
I was shocked. I hadn't undressed in front of a girl
for a couple of years now, or almost. But she
persisted, so I removed them. By now I was soft again.
But Delores sat on the bed and made me stand in front
of her. She proceeded to play with my cock. I had to
admit it felt really good. It was cold from the water
and her hands were warm. And then she bent down and
kissed it. I wasn't sure what that was all about, but
it did feel nice. She then put it in her mouth and
started to suck on it. Now she was doing something that
was totally nasty. I peed from that, and she was
putting it in her mouth. "You shouldn't put that in
your mouth," I told her.
"Doesn't that feel good?"
"Yes"
"Grown up women always do that for their men."
I guess I could get used to that. I know my cock could
get used to it, because it was really getting big.
When it got really big, Delores took her suit off. By
now I had seen a lot of women nude. I was used to the
idea of the existence of pubic hair. "Bill have you
ever seen a woman's pussy before?"
I had, but one -- I wasn't familiar with the term, and
two -- I would never give away my peeping spot, so I
smiled and said, "Of course. Spider was outside near
the pool, sleeping."
Delores laughed out loud. "No. That's a cat. I mean
this," and she rolled onto her back and spread her
legs.
I had seen more than I was supposed to by this age, but
this was even more interesting. It sure looked a whole
lot more complicated than I remembered Ellen's being.
"Take a closer look"
I moved in closer to study the whole picture. I was
close enough that I could smell her. I had never
smelled a woman's pussy before, but no one in the world
needed to tell me what I was smelling, instinct took
over and for the first time in my young life I was
smelling sex, and I loved it.
"You can touch it, if you want to."
If I wanted to? Are you kidding? This was so
fascinating I couldn't believe it. I touched around it
softly and reservedly. It was really wet. I thought she
was peeing on my bed, but I didn't care. "Put your
finger inside."
"Inside?" I thought, "You mean it goes deep inside?
Deep enough for my finger?" Then I remembered the
pastor's wife putting that tube inside of her, and I
moved my finger inside Delores' pussy. What a feeling.
It was wet and warm. Even at my age, I knew this was a
place I wanted to crawl up into and stay for a while.
This felt really neat.
"Are you enjoying yourself Bill?"
I was enthusiastic, "this is wonderful. I can't believe
how nice this feels here. I could keep my finger here
all day."
"A man's finger doesn't go in there. Something else
does. Do you want to try it?"
Delores was not a dog. She was (and still is) a very
beautiful person. She helped me get into position and
with her hand she guided me into her. This was heaven.
I couldn't believe I was actually "fucking a woman."
I did for a while. But I hadn't even wanked off, so I
wasn't sure what to expect from myself. I didn't come
this time, but it was still a great feeling to try.
That was the first time with Delores. There were other
'lessons'. Delores was really popular at school. By the
standards of those days, she was fairly promiscuous.
But by today's standards, she was normal.
Her father, my uncle was Korean, so she had the typical
Eurasian beauty; long black hair, brown eyes, and
delicate facial features.
Over the next few weeks, she became my mentor. The
reason she did this, was the thrill of 'training' a man
the way she wanted him trained. I learned a lot in
those few weeks, and was sworn to total secrecy. I
finally learned what the bandages I had seen women
wearing were all about (I had seen this several times
by now, and had gotten several pubic hairs from them
over the weeks. What I thought I would do with them I
don't know. But I did save them.) and what the tubes
were for.
Delores taught me about oral sex and 'rimming'. She
instructed me in the correct way to masturbate. I was
an eager student.
I have no idea where this would have gone except for
the fact that my aunt and uncle moved to a city some 30
miles away a few month's later. I do know that this
threw Delores for a massive loss. She was really
popular at high school and now she was starting all
over. Her grades fell, her attitude got bad, and she
got pregnant. In those days, pregnancy out of wedlock
was a mortal sin. I give my mother a lot of credit.
Even though this was totally against everything she
believed in, she was the most understanding and
supportive of Delores. When the baby was born, she was
the one who helped Delores raise her daughter.
We had a big birthday party a few years ago for
Delores. She turned 60 (Sept. 1994). I was able to get
'back home' to attend. She was the one who picked me up
at the airport. On our way back down along the San
Francisco bay on the peninsula, she got off the freeway
and pulled in front of a small home.
"I need to check on Jennifer's home. Why don't you come
with me while I check to see if everything is all
right. She is in Europe for a few weeks and I promised
to water the lawn and flowers and check the house."
Delores had been divorced from Ron for almost ten
years. He had been a heavy drinker, and I was to find
out he had been impotent for the last 15 years. Before
we went into the house, Delores turned on the
sprinklers, "we need to stay here for a little while so
the lawn can get watered."
I was soon to find out that this was a well-conceived
plan by her.
She made it very obvious that she wanted something
physical from me.
"Do you remember when we were kids? And all the things
I taught you about sex? I was curious if you have used
those skills and learned some new ones."
She didn't give me a chance to answer. She was
practically undressed while she was talking to me.
Time has been known to rob the human body of some of
its esthetic beauty. Wrinkles have been known to creep
onto the human flesh, parts of the body sag a bit more,
and a layer of fat can be seen to exist in some areas
never before occupied by it. But for her age, Delores
was exquisite. If there was a centerfold for an AARP
magazine, she was the candidate for the year.
Her breasts showed absolutely little if any sag. They
were always nicely shaped anyway, but they seemed
almost youthful. She had a very small number of stretch
marks (after 4 babies). As she pulled off her panties
to reveal her bush I could plainly see that her hair
was being nicely dyed. Her pubic hair was 'salt and
pepper' (But then mine was getting that way too.)
I could never say no to her, and that was one afternoon
I will never forget. I had indeed learned some tricks
she hadn't taught me, and she had learned some tricks
she had learned after my lessons. The nice thing about
our ages was that we had no fears whatsoever of
consequences. She was so good that it would be worth
the airfare from Los Angeles to San Francisco just to
spend another afternoon with her. The afternoon was
important for both of us.
After my cousins moved, sexual thrills were mostly
visual. I had a couple of very close friends who knew
about my viewing area. Both Terry and Dean would find
reasons to do their homework at my house when the
weather got nice and my sister had friends over for a
swim. We would study and the moment we heard the door
of the shower room open, our books would go down on the
bed and we would 'hit the deck'. The three of us saw
one heck of a lot of pussy over the next few years. And
my grades were outstanding.
In the summer of 1953, I had finished my freshman year
of high school. As was the routine with my mother, we
were going to spend one week at a church youth camp,
and the following two weeks at family church camp.
These camps were held at the churches campgrounds in
the mountains. I did enjoy the camps. It gave me a
chance to renew my friendships with kids from other
cities in Northern California.
The camp was in a really nice setting, and there was a
lot of activity all the time. During the family camps I
learned that if I worked in the kitchen, I didn't have
to sit through the hours of 'Hell fire and Brimstone'
sermons. And thanks to a science whiz from the central
valley, Milton, I got some much needed peeping in.
The shower rooms at the camp were basically four walls
and no roof. They had 7 or 8 shower nozzles on one wall
and benches for dressing on the opposite wall.
Milton had figured out a wonderful spot that the two of
us could catch a great view of the entire showering
area of the women's shower room, both where the
showered and where they undressed.
The two of us would volunteer to wash the pots and
pans, that way we were always the last two in the
kitchen. We would work really hard to get them clean
and put away. When we were finished, we would scamper
over to the shed where our viewing area was, and get on
the roof. It was a perfect place because no one went
into shed and the trees covered the front of it.
Milton had two telescopes with him, and permission from
his parents to do star gazing at night.
We did gazing, but never saw any stars. I had a better
view in my room, but this was more comfortable, and the
subjects were varied. I couldn't believe how some women
looked in the nude. Our viewing place was about fifty
feet from the shower area, and with the telescopes, you
could count the wrinkles and freckles on the women's
bodies.
By now I had mastered the art of wanking off. And had
become quite proficient at it. I wanted to do so in the
worse way on several occasions the first night.
Especially when Martha from Modesto stepped into the
shower. She undressed very slowly as if she was putting
on a show for us. She was 18 and ready to go to
college. She was at least six feet tall, and was
breathtaking. She had breasts that stood straight out
from her body.
For some weird reason, she grabbed the nipples on her
breasts and pulled on them. The look she had on her
face was not very saintly. Obviously what she was doing
felt good. She got into the water and washed her pussy.
After rinsing it she proceeded to masturbate. I had
honestly never seen a woman do this before and almost
creamed in my pants. I'm not so sure Milton didn't. She
didn't reach an orgasm, or at least I don't think so.
She kept watching the door to see if anyone was going
to enter and catch her.
After she left I looked over to Milton. He looked like
he was going to pass out. "That was unbelievable," he
uttered. "I have heard of women doing that, but to see
it."
We saw some of the older ladies too. Old Granny Johns.
I think she had to be in her late 70's. She spent more
time getting all her clothes off than most women spent
getting wet. She had layers of clothes on. And when she
was finally nude, she ran to the shower and set the
world's record for the shortest shower in history. She
acted like she would go to Hell if another woman saw
her body.
I'm sure all her sexual activity was done in the dark.
The younger women would shower together and this made
for a nice treat. Milton and I were able to make
comparisons of women when they were nude together.
We had timed it that we could stay in our area for
about hour and a half. After that I had to go to
evening service. And every night at evening service,
I'd get under conviction so badly about what I was
doing that I'd go forward to be 'saved' again.
Nevertheless, I was back on the lookout the next night.
This spot finally was torn down to make way for new
cabins. But it was so much fun while it lasted. Milton
and I saw well over a couple hundred women shower over
those two years of peeping.
*** Chapter two - At 17 It Begins
Ellen was never aware of the grill in my bedroom. She nor
anyone other than Milton ever knew about the campground
spying. I have no idea what Ellen's sexuality was like
during this time. Mine was raging out of control
constantly.
I had gotten to a point where I couldn't wait for a pool
party to happen. I had gotten pretty good at identifying
various women by the sound they made when they peed. I
had built up an impressive collection of pubic hair which
I kept in a small box on my desk, which I marked 'paper
clips'. I was wanking off on a regular basis, especially
when Ellen had her friends over for swimming parties.
I didn't spend all of my time this way. I was also
involved very much in boy scouts. Terry and I were Eagle
Scouts at the same time. He was my fishing and camping
buddy. We were great campers by age 16.
**
Our family business had grown and was still a success.
Our parents were working harder than ever it seemed. But
neither one of them ever complained to us two kids. Mom
almost died giving us life and she loved us very much.
She wanted us to have very normal teenaged lives and to
enjoy our high school years with our friends.
Only during the summer was I required to work in the
shop. And at that it was three days a week. Dad wanted me
to do well in school and work with "my mind and not my
hands." The only time I ever saw him cry was the day I
got my D.D.S. It was like he wanted to say it was worth
it all.
Ellen and I had the responsibility of taking care of the
house and yard. One day I was shoveling dirt to clear a
pathway from the side yard to the back. Dad and I would
pour concrete there the next day. There was a stone sunk
deeply into the dirt. I put a lot of pressure on it and
the stone went flying hitting the bathroom window. It
created a triangular shaped hole in the window, about and
inch and a half high by two inches long. When dad came
home that night I told him about it and he just said we
would fix it some day.
The next week Sharon was spending the night with Ellen.
My parents were going to be at a missionary convention
over the weekend and we were left alone. I had seen
Sharon's body several times over the years, and would do
anything to see it again. I lamented over the fact that
we had stopped playing doctor. She was awesome. She stood
about 5'5", with long blonde hair, and killer blue eyes.
She was a cheerleader at school and the one girl most of
the guys at school wanted to capture in the back seat of
their car.
We were playing a board game and watching television that
evening. Ellen and Sharon decided they were tired and
needed to go to bed. We were taught to shower before
going to bed, so I knew that the two of them would be
going to the bathroom before going to bed. I said I was
going to bed also and said good night to the two of them.
I went out the back door and quietly put a bucket up
against the window to peek inside the bathroom. I quietly
climbed onto it and waited.
I didn't have to wait long. The light came on in the
bathroom and Sharon came in. She turned the water on in
the shower and proceeded to undress. I was feeling myself
get hard in one heck of a hurry. She was completely
undressed and sat on the toilet to pee.
About that time my dog biff came charging into me, and
knocked me off balance. I just knew I had made a world of
noise when I fell. I scurried to put the bucket back into
place and ran to the safety of my room. I tried to see if
the girls had caught me, but I didn't really have a good
view of the back door from my room without going outside.
So I just took my shower and went to bed.
I had by now in life gotten over fears of a bogeyman
getting me, so I never locked the door of my room while I
was in it. About 3:00 the next morning I woke up to see
two girls standing over me. It was Sharon and Ellen.
"Did you get your jollies last night," asked Ellen
I knew immediately that to lie was not going to be the
smart thing to do. "No I didn't. Biff knocked me over too
soon."
"What did you see then?"
I decided to play a little dumb so that I wouldn't give
my grill view area away. "I saw Sharon get undressed and
start to poop."
"I wasn't pooping. I was just piddling."
"Well you wiped yourself."
"Women always wipe themselves after they piddle."
I knew that, but I had to play it dumb. The two of them
looked so sternly at me. And then Ellen started to laugh.
"We just thought that since you are so curious about
girls, we ought to show you." With that, the two of them
removed their pajamas and stood there in their panties. I
think it was Ellen's intention to stop there, but Sharon
removed her panties. Her blonde pubic hair matched the
hair on her head in color. I wanted to bury my face in
it. Her breasts were classical in shape and size. She was
a healthy 17-year-old American girl.
Ellen stood there stunned. She hadn't planned to go that
far, but now she felt like she was forced to. Ellen and I
are twins. I am 12 minutes older than her. But it is not
only our sex that is different about us. I am 6'2" and
have been at 210 pounds my entire adult life. Ellen is
4'11" and to this day does not exceed 95 pounds. She has
coal black hair.
Dad called her his 'Raven haired' beauty, with deep blue
eyes. Her skin was milk white, and her breasts were small
with the highly appreciated puffy nipples. (I say this in
the past tense since I haven't seen her nude since she
got married.)
Her pubic hair was also coal black, and very dense, even
at 17. I knew this from seeing her shower in my bathroom.
But now she was going to strip in front of me, and I
would see her legitimately.
As she removed her panties, I let out a sigh. A weird
thought flashed through my mind. Those two little dogs in
the whiskey ad, 'Black and White'. That's what I saw in
front of me.
"Okay Bill. Are you satisfied?"
I didn't answer. I was too embarrassed and enjoying what
I was seeing too much to talk.
"I think it's about time you let us see what you look
like."
I had given up wearing pajamas when I moved out to my
digs. I kept them handy in case of emergency only. I was
going to hang onto the covers, but it was too late. The
covers flew off my body and I lay there stark naked, with
my penis at half-mast.
There was a moment of silence and then Sharon said, "It
sure has changed from when we used to play doctor. And
it's a whole lot bigger than any I've seen while baby
sitting."
Ellen just stood there frozen. I know what was going on
in her mind because she and I could read each other's
minds quite readily. She was caught between all of our
church teachings and what she was really feeling.
"It's okay Ellen. It's just me."
Ellen finally gained her composure, and moved in for a
closer look.
"Can you make it squirt?" she asked.
"Yes make it squirt," echoed Sharon.
I was somewhat shocked at this request. I thought they
were far more advanced than this. But from their looks
and what they were asking, I had this feeling that they
were both very virginal.
It doesn't work that way. I have to work it a little to
make it 'squirt' sperm. They gave me this appreciative
look as I showed them I knew what I was squirting.
I know that it seem incredible to people in this day and
age to imaging 17-year-old girls being virgins. But that
was very much the case in 1956. A survey of
schoolteachers revealed that the number one problem in
school was 'gum chewing in class'. In 1956 we knew the
one kid on drugs. Shari Pendleton got pregnant and the
entire school was nonplused. A slut in our school?
Ridiculous so for these two to be virginal and naive was
not a surprise. I was just advanced for my age because of
my peeping spot, and cousin's teaching.
They had pleading looks on their faces. I remembered
seeing Martha two summers ago in the shower at camp, and
what a turn on that was. So I said, "I'll masturbate in
front of you only if you two promise to do the same thing
in front of me."
If Ellen had pants to wet, they would be soaking. Their
challenge to me had backfired. I did not back down, but
matched them and raised the bid.
Since Ellen didn't say anything, Sharon spoke for both of
them, "fine, you're on."
"No chickening out. It's a promise, fair?"
"Fair," said Sharon.
Ellen was shaking now. Sharon and I both spotted it.
"You've never done it have you Ellen?" asked Sharon.
"No. Mom would kill me if she knew I even thought about
it."
"Mom would kill you if she saw you standing here right
now."
"If I go first, then I have as much to lose as you do."
She knew what I was trying to say, and nodded in
agreement, "okay, I'll try."
I was experienced at jacking off. I had done it for some
time now. And I had done it in front of guys before. But
now I had two very curious girls watching me. This was
not very easy. But I did finally manage to get very stiff
and was able to work myself into a good rhythm. I shut my
eyes and went on like the girls weren't there. They stood
there on either side of my bed and just watched. Soon I
could feel the pressure building up inside me. When I
shot, it went a few inches into the air and landed on my
stomach.
Both girls were speechless as two more shots flew out
from deep inside me. I relaxed and settled back to earth.
As I opened my eyes Sharon was bent over my body looking
at the pools of goo sitting on my body.
"Be careful Sharon, you could get pregnant."
"No you can't. It has to be inside your...you know."
"I guess you're right," said Ellen as she joined the
viewing.
"It doesn't look dangerous. I don't see the sperm
swimming in it."
Sharon reached down and scooped up a bit on her finger.
"What are you doing?" cried out Ellen.
"I've heard my cousins talk about this stuff. They say it
even tastes good." And with that Sharon put her finger in
her mouth. She made a funny face, "well tasting good is
an exaggeration. It's okay, but I wouldn't say it tastes
good."
Ellen got brave and dipped her finger in and got a big
blob. She quickly put it into her mouth and tasted it.
"It's salty. It's not all that bad. I think you have to
get used to it."
All of this was fine, but they owed me a show now. I got
up and went into the bathroom to get a washcloth. I
cleaned up in my room waiting for one of them to make a
move. "I kept my part of the bargain. Now you two have to
show me how a girl wacks off."
From the looks I saw in Ellen's face, I knew she had
never done this before. She looked to Sharon for help.
They had been up all night planning what they were going
to do to teach me a lesson and now it was taking a new
turn that they hadn't counted on. "Okay, but I've never
done this in front of anyone before."
"I didn't either until just now." This wasn't true, but
it had been the first time in front of girls.
Sharon got on my bed and put a pillow under her ass. She
brought her knees up with her feet flat on the bed. Ellen
sat in a chair and watched from the side. I sat on the
end of my bed and watched head on. Sharon closed her eyes
and parted her legs. Her hand moved over her blonde curls
and onto her pussy. She started to massage her clit using
only her index finger. She would go over the top of it
and down into her vagina slightly, then retrace her
movement back out.
She didn't vary this movement at all, but continued on
with her in and out, up and down movements. I immediately
noticed that there was liquid starting to run down the
bottom of her pussy to her ass crack. I recognized her
clit immediately from the descriptions I had heard. It
wasn't obvious at first, but I knew approximately where
to look and was able to see it. It was like a small bump
just above her hole. I also could see her urethra.
I didn't remember it from when we were younger, but it
was very plainly visible. Sharon's entire pussy was very
compact, for lack of another term. Her outer lips were
thin, and her inner lips were small ridges that met at
the top not giving her clit a lot of protection (if it
needs to be protected. Sharon at a later time told me she
could almost come just by squeezing her legs together
just right.)
As she was getting closer to coming, her pink complexion
was turning bright crimson. Her whole body was getting
agitated and she was moving her knees back and forth
opening and closing my view of her pussy. With one large
cry she collapsed dropping her legs flat.
I sat there in amazement. Ellen just sat there. She was
speechless. She for the first time realized she had the
ability to do something like this for herself.
"That was outstanding Sharon," I ventured.
"It was a big turn on for me to do it in front of you. I
guess I'm really wicked."
"No you're not wicked. It was beautiful. What it did for
you was just beautiful," were the first words from Ellen.
I looked at Sharon. Our eyes locked into each other. Then
I turned to Ellen. "You don't have to do it Ellen. I
think Sharon will agree."
"No. I want to try it. Sharon please help me."
Ellen took Sharon's place. Sharon adjusted the pillow.
Ellen very cautiously moved her legs up. I was still at
my same vantage point. When Ellen parted her legs and
revealed her pussy, it was so different from Sharon's.
Her outer lips were much thicker, and her inner lips
extended slightly past the outer lips. Her clit was very
swollen and pronounced. It had to be twice the size of
Sharon's.
Ellen tried Sharon's technique, but it wasn't comfortable
for her. She reached under her ass and pulled the pillow
out. With some experimenting, she dropped her knees and
laid flat on the bed. She rolled slightly on her side.
Using her ring finger and index finger she straddles her
clit between them. She massaged her clit between the two
fingers, never dipping inside her vagina. She only used
her clit. About every third thrust along the sides of her
clit, she would let her middle finger glide over the top
of it.
Ellen was vocal as she felt her orgasmic pressure build.
She had never felt this before.
"I'm going to pee all over your bed. I can't help it. I
just can't help it," she was saying as she continued on.
Her legs were shaking and her body was trembling. She was
crying and moaning like I had never heard her before.
When she got to her orgasm, she exploded in ecstasy. She
pressed her thighs tightly together with her hand trapped
between them. Her snow-white skin became bright red. And
then she relaxed.
"That was the most intense feeling I have ever had in my
life," she cried softly. She had genuine tears of joy
mixed with some guilt. Guilt because that was the way she
and I had been taught.
After a short pause in time, Sharon looked at me and
asked, "Are you satisfied?"
"Yes, kind of."
"Kind of? What do you mean?"
"You have no idea how much I want to touch you."
Sharon acted surprised. She was so cute, so refreshingly
genuine in her attitude. If you've ever known a truly
beautiful woman who doesn't know it or take advantage of
her beauty to run all over people, then you know what
Sharon was all about. She couldn't be vicious if she had
to. So when I told her how much I wanted to touch her,
she was honestly surprised. "Why sure," she said very
pleasantly surprised.
I reached my finger out to touch her breast. I touched it
lightly at first. Sharon giggled, "Go ahead you can't
hurt them. You can feel them. They won't bite."
I put my whole hand on her right breast and gave it a
small squeeze. I then went over the pink nipple and felt
all around it. I don't know what any other man has
thought the first time he touched a female breast. But I
was amazed. It was soft yet firm. It was warm. I guess I
had expected it to be cold and hard.
"Do you want to touch the other parts of me?" Sharon had
noticed that I was up and ready for action again.
The two girls had planned to shock me. But neither one of
them had any idea just how far the three of us might go.
Sharon wasn't only asking me if I wanted to do this, she
was in her way asking me to touch her pussy.
Before I could answer, she was on her back with her legs
open in front of me. I got a closer look at her. I could
smell her womanhood. It was familiar to me, even though I
hadn't been close to Delores since I was 13. Sharon's
fragrance was much stronger. It was really intoxicating.
I had no idea the power of this bouquet could wield on
me.
A smile came to my face; I remembered the game we used to
play when I would hold her lips apart for her to pee. As
I touched her outer lips I said, "it's been a long time."
"What did you say?"
"Don't you remember when we were little and I would hold
you open so you could pee out and not straight down?"
"Holy mackerel, I forgot all about that until you just
now reminded me." This almost spoiled the mood except
that it reunited a bond the three of us had as little
kids. Sharon looked at me and smiled about how close the
three of us had always been. Meanwhile my hand came to
rest on her pussy. Without thinking I was feeling around
the entire area with my fingers.
"Why do you think we did that?" Sharon asked.
"Because we we're kids," I answered.
"And we had a great time at it," echoed Ellen who had
been almost forgotten during this time.
I must have accidentally been doing something right
because Sharon stopped her talking and opened her thighs
even wider. Without thinking about it, I bent down and
kissed her inner lips. She jumped and then purred about
how nice that felt. I bent down again and instinctively
started to lick her entire vulva and clit. I had never
done this with Delores, and had never even talked with
the guys too much about oral sex. But it seemed like the
thing I really wanted to do more than anything else at
this moment.
Sharon didn't take long at all to respond. She was moving
more rapidly into an orgasm than she had when she
masturbated. It became so unbelievably exciting for me to
hear her and feel her coming into supreme enjoyment. I
got so worked up that I even allowed my fingers to play
with her vulva and vagina while I continued my assault on
her clit.
Soon she was exploding in joy and contentment. Her cries
of joy were so loud that they sounded like they were
coming from in front of me and in back of me. "Wait a
minute, that's not only Sharon" I lifted my head away
from Sharon's pussy and looked over my shoulder.
My sister had her feet elevated on my bed while she was
sitting on the stuffed chair. She had been masturbating
just watching the two of us. I'm sure that offhand a
healthy young woman aged 17 who was masturbating would
not be very unusual. Except that this was the second time
she was doing it in her entire life. The first time was
on a dare, this time was on pure passion and lust. The
excitement of watching what I was doing with Sharon got
to Ellen. She just couldn't control herself.
After both girls came back down to earth, they collapsed
on my bed together, with me laying crossways at their
feet. All three of us were staring at the ceiling in
wonderment.
"Bill. What we have done is wrong, isn't it?" asked my
sister.
I thought for a second. She said it in a way that told me
she needed some hope. "No. It's not wrong. You received a
feeling that is unlike anything you have ever felt. It
was special. Does that make it wrong?"
My logic didn't make sense, but my reassurance made all
the difference in the world to Ellen. With tears in her
eyes she got up and flopped on top of me. This was the
first time since we used to sleep together that I felt
her warm body press against mine. It felt wonderful. She
bent her face over to kiss me on the cheek, but I
misunderstood her target and moved to her lips. Our kiss
was not a brother sister kiss. There was much more
feeling to it.
Almost embarrassed to ask her little voice softly asked,
"would you do the same thing to me that you did to
Sharon?"
Things were going much faster than any of us dreamed they
would. But this was the biggest step of all. Because now
Ellen and I were bordering on potential incest. Even the
word itself was enough to frighten us. Surely we would go
to Hell if we did something as wrong as that. But what
constituted incest? Petting? Oral Sex? Or only actual
penetration?
"Are you sure you can handle it Ellen?"
"I want it badly."
It was more the way Ellen said it than what she said that
convinced me to go ahead. Of course there was the fact
that I was a victim of raging hormones and with a very
petite, cute girl lying nude in front of me. I moved my
lips slowly down Ellen's body. From the first time I had
started to watch them develop until the more recent times
I had seen her nude, Ellen's breasts had this wonderful
magnetism that I couldn't resist anymore. She was this
tiny transistorized female with these very nicely
proportioned breasts, with big, puffy nipples.
As I kissed and licked them, they became firm. Not as
pronounced a firmness as Sharon's, but firm. I played
with them, kissing and licking them for quite some time
because this seemed to really please Ellen. She was
responding to this very nicely.
Because of the big differences in our sizes, when I got
my head down between her thighs, I was on all fours.
Tasting her was yet another new experience. Sharon's
feminine fragrance was stronger, yet very intoxicating.
Ellen on the other hand had a very delicate essence. Both
were equally sensual, but different from each other.
Ellen's pussy was much smaller than either Sharon's or
Delores'.
It was small enough that my mouth could almost cover it.
Her vagina was small too, but the fact that eventually
she would have four babies vaginally shows that it was
big enough. As small as her vulva was, it was dominated
by two features, much larger inner labia (Sharon's had
been mere ridges of flesh inside her outer lips) and a
very pronounced clit. It was easily twice the size of
Sharon's and looked even larger in proportion to its
surroundings.
As I started to lick and suck on Ellen, she seemed to be
very uncomfortable. "Not so hard Bill."
"Hard?" I was using my tongue only. As I moved away from
her clit and moved to the sides of it, she seemed to be
much more comfortable. I had already learned that not all
women respond the same and if a man is going to be a
lover, he must find what his partner needs and not think
he knows it all. Ellen needed the surrounding tissue
stimulated to make her clit respond better. As large as
it was. It was even more sensitive to touch.
I had started to get into a comfortable rhythm with
Ellen. She was responding to my actions. Without warning,
I felt a hand grab my very swollen cock. It was Sharon in
a very daring move on her part. To this time she had only
watched my cock, and now she was touching it. Not only
was she touching it, but she was trying to masturbate me
in the same way as she had observed me doing it to
myself. She certainly needed practice, but I was
appreciating the effort. This just made me work on
Ellen's swollen pussy even more.
By now even I could notice a physical difference in it.
The inner lips were very much swollen and standing almost
at attention. It presented my tongue with a new place to
explore. I was enjoying the whole adventure to a point
that I didn't even care if I ever came. This was
fascinating. But all too soon Ellen's body began to
tremble and shake. She was moving towards her third
orgasm of the morning and her entire life, and by far the
biggest.
When she burst into it she did so with full fury and
moaning. Her knees came up smashing directly into my
chest with enough force to push me back momentarily. When
I attempted to resume my work, her hands held me back. I
had gotten her off the launch pad and she needed to
finish the trip on her own without interference.
All through this Sharon was still trying to make me come.
But she was not going to be successful. When I sat up on
my haunches, she stopped and looked at me very
disappointed.
"You need to squirt again," she said, "Ellen and I have
both climaxed three times and you need to squirt."
I then thought of something one of the guys was joking
about hearing being done and decided that this would be
really sexy. I told Sharon to lay on her back. I
positioned my cock over her breasts and started to
masturbate. "You mean you're going to squirt on my tits?"
"It sounds like fun for me." I stopped and looked at her,
"do you want me to stop?"
She thought for a second, "no, do it. --- Please do it."
It didn't take long at all for that very familiar feeling
to boil inside me. All of the emotional stimulation had
really gotten me body ready for this blast.
As I was getting ready to come, I bent my body lower
towards Sharon's breasts, aiming my shot as best I could.
When I ejaculated, the first glob landed right between
both breasts, a perfect shot. The second one landed on
the breasts nearest me, and the third hit the side of her
chest. There were a couple of other small drops that
jumped out, but they fell almost straight down on my bed.
Without even thinking about it, Sharon took her hand and
rubbed my sperm onto both of her breasts and nipples.
Ellen, who by now had recovered rubbed Sharon's breasts
in order to get some to put on her breasts. On the second
trip her hand made, she stopped.
Ellen and Sharon locked eyes. They had been long time
friends; they had seen each other nude since we were all
5. But neither of them had ever touched the other one's
body. Ellen started to pull her hand back and Sharon
clamped her hand on top of Ellen's.
"Please Ellen, keep your hand there for just a moment
more."
Then almost symbolically, Sharon rubbed more of my semen
off her chest and slowly reached up to Ellen's breasts
and rubbed her semen-covered hand against Ellen's
breasts.
This was a most somber moment for all three of us.
Something very permanent and exciting had happened
between the three of us.
"Look, we better clean up," I volunteered.
The shower my dad built in the changing room could hold
two adults comfortably. Even as devout as my mother was,
she and my father were sexually with it. They enjoyed
taking showers together. If mother hadn't almost died
giving birth to Ellen and me, she would have had ten
kids. Or at least you used to say that. She suffered
enormously at our birth and was advised by her doctor to
stop with the two of us. But later when we were adults,
dad and mom would admit that they were very active
sexually, with each other, and I have to believe that was
true until they both died.
But since the shower could hold two adults, the three of
us fit in very comfortably. We all three hopped into the
nice warm shower and proceeded to take turns washing each
other. It was a weird sensation having another person
soap me down and rinse me off. Something I wasn't quite
used to. But something I did want to get used to.
After drying off, we scampered back to my bed. "It's only
4:45!" I exclaimed, "We can still rest some."
The three of us got into bed, with Ellen in between
Sharon and me, and pulled up the covers. Ellen was laying
on her side facing me. Suddenly I felt her tiny hand
reach over and hold onto my now totally relaxed manhood.
The times she had done that before came back to me in an
instance. My hand reached over and tried to probe between
her thighs.
At first she unconsciously jumped back from my intrusion,
but then I felt her thighs relax and my hand rested
between them with the length of my thumb resting against
her still very warm vulva. Sharon for some reason rolled
over and pressed her body against Ellen, her belly
resting against Ellen's tiny buns. In a moment I felt
Sharon's fingers come to rest against mine.
I have long felt that this single moment, this simple act
of mutual hugging and fondling was the single act that
bonded three teenagers together forever.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up
to the sunlight peeping through my bedroom window between
the curtains. Ellen and Sharon were still asleep, and the
three of us were still pressed together. Although our
hands were no longer connected and we had all three
rolled onto our other sides, we were all three in full
body contact.
Suddenly I heard a car door slam.
"Ellen, Sharon, quick. Wake up. Terry's here. He and I
were going fishing today. He always comes into my room.
You have to go into the bathroom. Quick."
What a rude way for the two sleeping beauties to have to
awaken. Both Ellen and Sharon are the type of people who
wake up with smiles on their faces and great
dispositions.
"What's wrong?" asked Ellen.
"It's Terry. He always comes in to get me." Now they
could hear the crunch of the gravel on the path to my
room. "Quick, hide in the bathroom." They got up and
quickly ran into the bathroom.
I laid there waiting for Terry to come in. I looked down
at the chair next to the corner, which was even with the
door and on the opposite side from the bathroom. There
were two pairs of girl's pajamas on the floor under the
chair. "Oh man I hope he doesn't see them."
"Bill. Come on. We're supposed to go fishing today," was
Terry's comment as he came inside the room. Then he
looked at me, "Man, you look bad."
What luck. He thinks I looked sick. "Oh yes. I hardly
slept all night. I am really shot."
"No problem Bill. I really want to work out in the gym
today anyway. We have the league championships coming up.
You better stay in bed and rest today."
"Yes, I think you're right. Thanks for understanding."
Terry Slader was one of the finest gymnast in the entire
state. Only a junior in high school and colleges were
calling him. He was small, about 5'4", but built like an
Adonis. He and I had met when we were Cub Scouts, and had
gone through school and scouting together. We both loved
fishing and camping as much as breathing. And quite
modestly, we were excellent campers.
"No problem Bill. I'll call this afternoon and see how
you're doing."
I always thought that Terry and Ellen would have been an
outstanding pair, but there just wasn't the total
chemistry between them. They really liked each other a
whole lot, but it was just a good friendship. Terry
wasn't all that interested in Sharon. I think he was
intimidated by her popularity. Plus he was a very serious
student and his gymnastics came before girls. Yet even
then the four of us were really close friends.
Terry left for the school. The girls came out of their
hiding place. "Way to go you two. Do you see what was on
the floor under the chair?"
They looked and then laughed. "You don't suppose he saw
them do you?"
"I don't think so."
After we felt the coast was clear, we got up and went
into the house. It felt strange to sit at the table with
no clothes on and see two girls sitting there in the buff
also. We decided that after what we had done that morning
that we would not have to wear clothes around each other.
This was the end of March in 1956. The air in Northern
California is still pretty crisp and cool. But outside
when the weather got warmer, the center of our spring and
summer was waiting. The family pool and back yard would
be a new playground for us. And the summer would be a
memorable one. In fact it would be a summer that would be
well worth writing about.
*** Chapter 3 - Marla
Contrary to the stories that are written by erotic
writers, the next few weeks were not hot passionate
orgies. When we were alone at home, Ellen and I would not
wear clothes. And when Sharon came over, the three of us
would go around without clothes. The girls did continue
to masturbate in front of me and each other. Sharon did
on occasion practice her techniques with me. And I did
practice my oral work on both of the girls. But this was
something that we did every once in a while and not every
weekend.
In April of 1956, my father's shop had gotten a huge
contract from the government. This would eventually be
big enough to assure that Ellen and I got to college with
no financial strain at all.
Dad would go to work at 6:00 in the morning. Mom would go
into the office at 10:00. They did this 6 days a week.
Ellen became the cook for the family, a skill that she is
still without equal today. Mom would call her 45 minutes
or so before she and dad were going to leave so Ellen
could have dinner ready. The family having dinner and
breakfast together were religiously observed rituals at
our house. Yes, that meant that everyone was up at 5:00
in the morning, a habit I never lost.
Dad never wanted me to be a machinist, but he did want me
to help. I would go to the shop after class and put in a
couple of hours. On Saturdays, I would go to work with
dad in the truck. Mom would come in at 10:00 in the
station wagon. And I would go home at noon in the station
wagon. This was done so I could have some free time for
myself.
This allowed for some wonderful Saturday's. Sharon made
it a point to be over with us every single Saturday
without fail. We would work to help Ellen get the
housework done, and then run outdoors like little kids in
our 'one button suits' and enjoy the great outdoors. We
swam, lounged around the pool, sunbathing on the grass.
Playing our music as loudly as we wanted to. Just having
a ball.
Our yard was set up so that our entire back yard was
completely private except for a small area that bordered
Elma Knight's yard. Mrs. Knight was a 70+ widow, living
alone.
We practiced safety. Even though we had the full
assurance that our parents would never come home
unexpectedly, we kept bathing suits handy in the dressing
room/bathroom. We would have 3 or 4 minutes from the time
we heard a car come down the driveway until they hit the
front door. We kept the gate to the backyard locked, and
it was well over six feet tall. So our parents would
never come that way. I had the door to my room locked so
they couldn't sneak up on us from my room. We were 99.999
percent undetectable.
The only time mom came home was when she got sick at
work. But even then I drove over to pick her up. Mom
always called way before they were heading home.
The two of us were 'model' kids who never gave our
parents any problems. We were both A students, and had
friends who were very polite. Mom was crazy about Terry,
and she and dad always considered Sharon as one of the
family.
The .001 percent of the break in our safety factor was
broken in a very strange way. It was about the middle of
May. We had finished our work and were playing together
in the back yard. Actually I was relaxing on a lounge
chair when Sharon came over and started to hug and kiss
me.
"Do you know what I want Bill?"
I reached my hand between her thighs. Sharon's inner
thighs were already wet. By now I had gotten to where I
absolutely loved oral sex. I could lick Sharon and
Ellen's pussy for days on end and not get tired of it.
Sharon was getting better at playing with my cock. And
was even making me come once in a while. Ellen had even
learned this trick. The two of them had gotten a big
thrill out of rubbing my semen on their bodies, even
pushing it in a daring fashion into their pubic hair.
Sharon and Ellen had also found that they enjoyed playing
with each other. Ellen was confused about her feelings
because she still preferred guys, yet she got such
satisfaction from Sharon. Sharon was terrific at licking
Ellen's pussy by now.
I got over to the lawn and laid down. Sharon straddled my
head and lowered her very drippy pussy closer to my face
until my lips were in full contact with her 'lower lips'.
She arched her back and played with my cock while I
explored her completely. She had wanted this so badly
that she was coming even before we got comfortable with
our positions. She loved being on top like this because
she was in full control. My tongue and lips were hers to
manipulate.
She was working on a second explosion when I heard a
crash by the fence. Both girls scrambled towards the
bathroom. I ran by the door and one of them threw my swim
trunks out to me. I struggled to get them on and was able
to do so, and grab a ladder to see what had happened.
I got up on the ladder to look into Mrs. Knight's back
yard. I thought the poor old lady had fallen or
something. As I got to where I could see into her back
yard, I looked down at the ground to see a little red
headed teen aged girl laying on the ground crying with a
ladder on top of her.
"Are you okay," I asked.
"No. I'm not okay. I hurt."
"Why were you on the ladder, spying on our yard?"
"I heard the music and you were all laughing. I just
wanted to see who you were."
There was no use disguising what we had been doing. She
saw everything probably and the word was going to go out.
We were now doomed.
I looked at her soberly and said, "I guess you saw more
than you expected to see."
"I saw the three of you were having a better time than I
have been having."
Hope! There was hope here. "You mean you consider what we
were doing fun?"
"Of course it is."
"Who are you anyway? I thought Mrs. Knight lived alone."
"I'm Marla Knight. Mrs. Knight is my grandmother. I was
living in New York until January. My folks live about 10
miles from here." She was going to another high school
and that was why we didn't know who she was.
"Look you three are having more fun than I am. I mean I
love my grandmother, but it is boring being with her all
day. I really need friends and..."
"Sure, Marla. Come on over. Come to the front door and
I'll let you in. But we probably wouldn't get dressed
fancy for you."
"If the three of you got dressed, I'd be disappointed."
This was pretty brazen for 1956. Girls just weren't that
forward. But then again, she was from New York. I went
back and told the two girls who are spy was and that she
appeared to be pretty much okay. They weren't as sure and
decided that they would keep their suits on.
I heard the doorbell and answered it. Marla Knight had
now come into our lives. Marla was about an inch taller
than Terry, which meant that she and Sharon were the same
height. She had copper bright red hair, and more freckles
than you could count in a lifetime. Her hazel eyes
sparkled as she smiled. The most prominent feature on her
face besides her freckles was an undersized pug nose. She
was as cute as they come without being gorgeous. I really
don't know a better way of saying it.
"If you're from New York, why don't you sound like it?"
"Not everyone sounds like their from Brooklyn. Besides,
I'm from the Rochester area."
"Come on outside, I'll introduce you."
It didn't take Marla long to be one of us. She was the
kind of person that could have the greatest tragedy come
into her life and still make everyone around her laugh
and feel good. She would become the humorist of our
group.
Marla was 6 months older than the three of us. She had
been dating a boy 5 years older and in college. Her
parents hated the situation severely. Brian, Marla's
boyfriend had gone with Marla since she was 13. They had
just broken up when her father was transferred to
California. She just wasn't ready to date when they came
to California. But now she desperately wanted to meet
friends.
"You three were having a wonderful time before I
intruded. I wanted to have a good time too." And with
that she unashamedly started to remove her clothes. She
took off her blouse and revealed that she was already
braless. Of course in all fairness, a bra was not all
that need by her. I just kept looking at her breasts.
There were even more freckles on them than on her face.
They had the pinkest nipples you can imagine on them. She
slid out of the pair of 'Peddle Pushers' she was wearing
and then took of her panties. I stood there with my mouth
wide open. She didn't have any pubic hair.
She saw the look on my face and remarked, "what's wrong.
Haven't you seen a shaved twat before?"
"A what?"
"No not a what. A twat. You know a pussy, a snatch?"
She was trying to find a word that we could relate to. We
knew the terms, but we had never heard a girl verbalize
them about her own body.
She didn't miss a beat, "Brian always wanted me to shave
my twat.
He said it made me sexier. So that's why I have a bald
pussy."
The three of us just stood there looking like goons.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so brash. I just
thought the three of you were going at it pretty well and
you..."
"No. Please you're fine. We probably need you to teach
us," said Ellen. "Eh, what you just saw is about all we
have ever done."
Marla had done it all and then some. It seems that Brian
got carried away when he went to college and decided to
use Marla to practice just about any wild sexual fantasy
he could think of. We realized at that time just how
green and naive we were. Even though we had done so many
things with each other, we hadn't even scratched the
surface of what men and women could do together.
"Come on you three, get those silly bathing suits off.
I'm standing here in my 'starkos' and you're all looking
very prim and proper. Let's get with it."
We all looked at each other and slowly removed our
clothes. Marla looked at me like a jeweler making an
evaluation. "Not bad. Not bad at all."
"What's not bad at all?" I asked.
"Your cock."
This was certainly a novel concept for me. I really had
no choice as to what kind of penis I had. It just sort of
grew there between my legs. This was novel having it
appraised, and somewhat disturbing to me. "You're not bad
yourself," I said trying to return the compliment.
Marla was (and is) one of the most alert people I have
ever known. She knew immediately how desperately I was
trying to repay her with my own compliment.
"That is so really sweet Bill. But Sharon is a knock out
and Ellen is dreamingly cute. I'm, well, I'm just me."
We all four chatted for a while. Marla started to blend
into our mixture like butter on a waffle. She was one of
us immediately. She was funny, cute, charming and really
street smart.
We had been chatting for some time when the radio
announcer said,
"And coming up next, Tab Hunter and 'Young Love'"
"Oh yes," said Marla that's my all time favorite song.
Ellen and I both were fairly competent musicians. We both
could play the piano and both sang in the school choir
and church choir. Spontaneously we glanced at each other
and said, "Tab Hunter?
Oh yuk. He's not a singer."
Marla ignored our protest over her hero and grabbed my
arm, "Come on Bill, let's dance."
Another one of the many 'Thou shalt not's' that our
church espoused, was dancing. I had never really learned
to dance. "I don't know how to dance," I told Marla.
"Come on, before the song starts I'll show you the basic
2 step." She pulled me up from the chair and started
instructing me on the basic 2 step dance move. It was
easy enough that one 30 second lesson and I was ready. I
held Marla as she instructed and when the music started
we were off and running. Part way through the song
Marla's head rested on my shoulder.
I could smell the fresh smell of her shampoo. Our bodies
were pressed together tightly. I had hugged both Ellen
and Sharon, but this was even nicer than hugging. It
seemed so much more sensuous holding Marla, feeling her
pink nipples brushing against my chest while we swayed to
the music. I was resounding in another way too. And this
became obvious to Marla who could feel my now erect cock
pressing against her lower body.
The song ended and Marla looked in my eye and said,
"really nice for someone who never danced before. Can I
have another on some time."
I was flustered, "yes I guess so. Sure I'd love it."
Marla moved her lips close to mine and kissed me. After
we kissed she stepped back and shook her head slowly.
"Bill, Bill, Bill. You have to learn how to kiss. If
you're going to be good with the lips between a girl's
hips, take care of the lips on her mouth. Come on let's
try again. This time open your mouth a little bit. You
are not a 5-year-old giving mommy a kiss. And don't freak
when you feel my tongue. It's all part of real live
kissing."
Again we moved our mouths slowly toward each other's. Our
lips met and true to the instructions, my lips were
parted slightly. Already this was much nicer. I felt
Marla's tongue brush against the surface of my lips,
exploring them thoroughly. I pushed my tongue forward to
meet hers thinking that was what I was supposed to do.
When our tongues met, electricity seemed to stream
through my body. I really liked this. I had no idea that
kissing could be so much fun. Our first real kiss lasted
a long time, but it seemed far too short for me. As our
lips parted, Marla looked at me with a big smile, "I love
a fast learner, they just don't waste your time."
I was ready for another kiss when she grabbed my hand and
guided it between her thighs and against her shaved
pussy. It was wet and warm. "You see what I meant. I'm
now as wet as you are hard. I'm putty in your hands."
But then she stopped short. She looked at Ellen and
Sharon who were shell shocked, partially because of
Marla's aggressiveness, but mostly because women have a
strong intuition and they could see I was doing something
with Marla that they instinctively desired.
"Sharon. Let Bill kiss you now. Then tell us if it's any
better than he has ever done with you. Now remember
Sharon, keep your lips slightly parted, and if you feel
his tongue, do what feels natural to you."
Sharon came over to me and I held her. I don't ever
remember holding her with such passion. We kissed. We had
kissed dozens of times over the last few weeks; I had
kissed her pussy, and breasts during that time. But this
time it was even more intimate than anything we had done
before.
I didn't wait for her tongue to meet mine, I went
searching for it. Our tongues slid together in their
first dance together. I brought my tongue back and
brushed it against her lips. We could have stayed that
way through a bomb blast and not heard a thing. A single
kiss transported us away from this earth.
When our lips finally parted Sharon said, "please don't
let go of me. My legs feel like Jell-O and I don't think
I can stand up."
What a shot of pride I got in my male ego. I had learned
how to make a girl really want me.
"Was that better Sharon," asked Marla.
"Better doesn't describe it. You're right. Bill can do
anything he wants to now."
"No, no. I want him to kiss Ellen. I want her to
experience the same feelings."
She didn't have to call Ellen over. She was ready and
would have fought all of us if she didn't get her chance.
Ellen is so small that when I wrapped my arms around her,
I wrapped them. But her lips were right there and ready.
When she and I kissed it was not a brother-sister kiss,
it was too experienced lovers kissing. She had watched
the other two carefully and was ready and aggressive.
With our kiss, 17 years of training against incest would
have easily gone out the window. We were both ready to
go. She was ready to surrender her virginity at that
moment.
"Okay Ellen. What can you say about real kissing?"
"Nothing else comes close. That was so exciting. I think
I need to practice some more. Maybe after you two go
home." she replied with a grin on her face.
"That's cheating," protested Sharon.
"Now that you've had a little more practice let's try it
again," said Marla as she sat on the edge of the picnic
table. We kissed for an even longer time. All of this
time I was so hard I thought I was going to shoot across
the pool if anyone even touched me.
Marla then started to push me down forcing me to sit on
the bench of the picnic table. As I sat, she swung her
legs around and scooted her rear end to the edge of the
table. It became very obvious that she wanted me to kiss
her other lips when she put her legs on my shoulders, on
either side of my head. I moved in and started to kiss
her pussy lips just the same way as I would the lips on
her mouth. She was wet. Almost dripping wet.
I got closer to her pussy and soon I could smell that now
familiar fragrance. Hers was so much stronger than either
Sharon or Ellen. Which is something I have learned in 57
years. Redheads do seem to have a much stronger musky
smell than do others. Perhaps that's why they so much fun
to eat. No that's not true Blondes are fun to eat and so
are Brunettes.
Maybe it was because she was shaved, but everything about
Marla's pussy seemed to be much more exaggerated. Her
clit was so easy to spot. Her urethra was so obvious that
it almost had a label on it. My tongue fully appreciated
the various textures in and around all the mysterious
folds of her feminine flesh.
She was already primed for action and was ready to
explode before I even started. When she came, she had
what I can only express as a 'stealth' orgasm. It just
flew right into her body and she let small tremors
flutter out of her body. But come she did. She had no
problems verbalizing it. She sat up and dropped her legs
off my shoulders. "Please, Bill, trade places with me. I
want to taste you."
Without response, I quickly moved up to the table and she
was between my legs. I was so hard, I just couldn't stand
it. I was fully expecting her to jack me off. But instead
she covered my prick with her mouth. "Oh man, I've never
felt anything like that," were the last thoughts I had. I
closed my eyes and enjoyed what she was doing.
"Marla I going to shoot off. Move your mouth away." She
ignored me.
"Please, Marla it's going to happen." She kept her mouth
on it. And it was too late. I shot what had to be a
lifetime supply into her mouth. She swallowed everything
I gave her and finished by licking me clean.
"You swallowed it?" came the combined voices of Sharon
and Ellen.
Marla sat back and looked at the two of them. "Of course
I swallowed it. I wasn't going to waste it. Haven't you
ever tasted a guys come before?"
"We've tasted it. But you took more than a taste."
"Bill's taste great. It has a fresh taste to it. Probably
from clean living."
"You sound like you've tasted other's before," said
Ellen.
"I have. I tasted Brian's a lot. But once he had me suck
off three of his fraternity brothers at a party."
"Didn't you object?"
"Yes. But I loved Brian and didn't want to lose him. So
even if I didn't like it, I did it."
"And you like the taste?"
"Well if I had to choose between a guys come and a
chocolate malt, the malt would win. But a malt isn't as
much fun getting."
"Does guys really taste different from each other?"
"Yes. Very much so. You could put tablespoons of fresh
come in front of me and I could tell you which one is
Brian's. But Bill has such a, I don't know, a fresh
taste."
We all went to the pool and splashed for a while. While
in the pool Marla stopped and looked at all of us. "You
three have never fucked have you?"
We looked at each other, and I said, "we don't even use
that word."
"I'm sorry. But you three have never gone all the way
have you."
I was caught between loyalty to my promise to Delores and
loyalty to the truth. So I changed the subject. "The
reason we don't use that word is because when Ellen was
seven, she came home from school crying. It seems that
the other kids were laughing at her when she sang. I was
there when she told mom. My mother was perplexed and said
she had a nice voice.
Maybe it was the song. What was she singing. Ellen said
'Yankee Doodle'. Mom felt there was little about that to
make others laugh. Ellen told her the kids wanted her to
begin every word of the song with an 'f'. 'Fanky Foodle
fent to fown, fiding on a fony, fucked a feather in...'
Mom stopped her right there. And warned us both to never
ever use that word again. The kids were wrong in making
Ellen say a nasty word and Ellen was innocent. So we just
have never used that word."
"It's just a word. In New York they use it for everything
and no one even notices."
"We're just not comfortable with it," volunteered Sharon,
"but to answer your question, no we have not done
anything like that with each other."
"Do you ever think you will?"
"We never thought we would go this far. And you are
bringing us even farther," I said.
"If Bill keeps kissing me the way he did today, that
could change in a hurry," said Sharon.
I was tickled, flattered, had my male ego fortified.
Having sex with undoubtedly the prettiest girl in school
was my idea of having arrived. I hadn't tried anything
because I didn't want to mess up a good thing. And I had
a good thing going.
"It's going to happen," cautioned Marla.
"But doesn't it hurt at first?" asked Ellen.
Marla thought carefully how to phrase her answer. Then
she smiled and turned her attention to Ellen. "It hurts,
but yet it doesn't. For me it was like someone pinched me
deep inside, but the rest of me was feeling so wonderful,
the pinch wasn't important. Does that make sense?"
Both girls nodded that they understood.
"Weren't you ever afraid of getting pregnant?"
"You know there are times of the month that you feel
really slick and wet inside. It's almost embarrassing
because you can feel it and even smell it?"
Sharon smiled knowingly, "yes. And those times always
seem to be on the worst possible days. But I thought I
was just feeling extra sexual on those days."
"Those are the times you can get pregnant. There is a
saying that when a women is wet, a baby she can get, when
a woman is dry the sperm it will die. So far it has
worked for me."
"How long is so far?" I asked.
"Brian and I did it for the first time when I was 13."
I realize that in this day and age, 13 is becoming a very
common age for sex for girls. But in 1956, that was
almost scandalous.
"13! Wow!!"
"Did you do it lots?" asked Sharon.
Marla knew that we were asking not to pry but to be part
of her adventure. She related that she and Brian were
very active all through those years. When Brian went to
college, he joined a fraternity. Once he lost a bet and
she was his payoff to his frat brothers. In one night she
had sex with four guys, not counting Brian. When we asked
her why she allowed this, she said she loved Brian and
was afraid to lose him.
"Weren't you afraid?"
"You fu...excuse me, yes I was afraid. But I didn't want
to lose Brian."
"So what happened to Brian?" I asked.
"He..." then for one of the few times I would ever see
Marla broken hearted, she stopped and cried out of
control.
"He left you, didn't he?" asked Ellen.
"Yes, he....(sobs) didn't (sobs) want me anymore."
If there is one thing in this world I'll never be able to
handle, it's a woman crying. It melts me completely. I
went to Marla and put my arm around her. "We're not
Brian. But we want to be your friends. Will you have us?"
"Oh thank you. This is the most wonderful moment I have
felt in the whole time I've been in this state. I really
need friends. You three are the type of friends I really
need."
As we moved into a group hug, the phone rang. I jumped up
to answer it. We had a phone outside in the pool area. It
was mom she was warning us to have Ellen start dinner.
"This Saturday has come to an end," I said to the group.
"How often do you guys get to be alone like this," asked
Marla.
"Every Saturday."
"I guess I'm going to be very popular with my
grandmother. I mean you will let me come over on
Saturdays won't you?"
I gave her a kiss on her cheek. "Every Saturday, until
summer and we don't even know what will happen."
We all got dressed. Sharon had to go home, but Marla
stayed around to help Ellen with the meal.
When my parents got home they met Marla and were charmed
immediately by her.
As Marla left to go be with her grandmother, my mom said,
"what a sweet angelic young lady. She is so thoughtful to
be so kind to dear Elma Knight. You should invite her to
church with you sometime."
*** Chapter Four - Terry joins us
I have learned that one man cannot keep up sexually with
one woman. She has a far superior capacity for sex. This
being true, it was impossible for one 17 year old to keep
up with 3 very healthy young women.
In two Saturdays I saw that it was not going to work for
me being alone. I was getting exhausted (with a smile on
my face, but yes, exhausted) trying to keep up with
Ellen, Sharon and Marla. What is more, we did not even
screw yet. This was inevitable. Marla was going to get
with me sooner or later, and I wasn't going to be able to
resist Sharon much longer.
I needed help, and in a big way. But what kind of help?
And from where? Who could I trust?
I had one person who I knew I could trust. Terry Slader.
He and I were best friends since cub scouts. We had
shared almost everything that we thought or did. Almost.
I had never even hinted about any of what was happening.
I expressed my concerns openly. Summer hadn't even
started and I was not going to make it alone. Could I try
to get Terry to help us. Ellen jumped at the idea, she
had had a crush on Terry since the sixth grade. Sharon
was excited to see Terry in the raw. Marla was game for
anything. But how do we accomplish getting him involved?
I mean I couldn't just walk up to Terry and say, "Hey
Terry why don't you come over to my place for a day of
sex and fun." He was a good sport, but that was a little
too direct.
After a little thinking and talking it over, we came upon
a novel way to entice Terry into our activities. The next
weekend was the Memorial Day weekend. I could talk my
parents into letting me have a couple extra hours off on
Saturday, so we could have a party for Marla to meet some
of our friends. We would get Terry involved in a 'strip
poker' game and make sure he loses.
We never played cards at our house, and mom never had an
idea that Ellen or I knew how to play poker. But Marla
was very good and Sharon could hold her own. The plan was
that every hand the girls won, Terry would lose. He was
bound to be the big loser with that many girls gunning
for him.
Friday night Ellen and I made sandwiches, potato salad
and some other things for the 'party', mom got us some
extra soda. Dad was really great about the extra time
off, and just asked that the yard stay in one piece.
The next day I couldn't wait for mom to show up at work.
I was going to leave as soon as she arrived at 10:00. She
got there right on the dot and I was gone.
We set everything up and waited for Terry to show up so
we could spring our trap on this unsuspecting guy.
Terry arrived on time Marla was a few minutes behind him.
Terry had not met Marla and after the introductions, we
sat around and chatted. Marla was very talkative and told
us all about life back east, how different the people
were here in California, and how she was ready to walk
back to New York until she met the three of us. All the
time she was absolutely undressing Terry, and he was very
aware of her attention.
Finally Sharon came up with an idea. "Let's do something
really risky."
"Like what?" asked Ellen (as if she didn't know).
"I've always wanted to play strip poker, and I'm willing
if anyone else is."
Now you might think that Terry would get suspicious over
this kind of a remark. But Sharon would do and say things
'off the wall' all the time, so he just figured it was
Sharon. Sharon pleaded with the other two and teased
them. Marla gave in reluctantly, and Ellen wasn't sure.
She finally said she would if I would. Terry looked at
me. "What do you think Terry?"
"I have no problems with it as long as the girls realize
that they're going to be undressed while I'm still
dressed."
We sat at the picnic table and Terry's attitude about
being the big winner dissolved when Marla shuffled the
cards. It was obvious that she had handled cards before.
He knew from that point that he was in for a game.
After about thirty hands or so, none of us had shoes or
socks on. Marla and Sharon were down to their bra and
panties, I had my pants and under pants on. Ellen was in
her bra, panties, and shorts left. And poor Terry was
sitting there in his BVD's. Sharon dealt and we all
selected the cards we wanted to discard. Marla sat there
with a set hand. Terry took three cards. When we laid the
cards on the table, Marla was the winner.
"Well, this doesn't take much thought as to who gets
picked. Terry the undershorts go."
The other two girls squealed with delight. Terry rose and
with all the hesitation in the world slowly removed his
last piece of clothing leaving himself completely nude.
All three of the girls cheered with approval. Terry's
penis tried to crawl back inside his body.
"I can't stand it. Look how embarrassed Terry is, I going
to join him and take off my bra and panties," said
Sharon.
"Why don't we all join them," said Marla.
"That's fine for you two, you were losing anyway, but
what about Ellen and me. We still have our clothes on."
"Are you two going to be spoiled sports?"
We removed our clothes and there stood five very nude 17
year olds, on a warm May Saturday morning. We all looked
at each other and the girls started to giggle. "Well I'm
not going to just stand here," said Ellen as she bounced
off for the pool. She was followed by the rest of us.
We splashed around and played keep away, the three girls
against the two guys. Ellen got Terry cornered and was
pressed up against him. She stayed pressed against him
even after he had passed the ball off to me. Soon she had
her arms around him and was kissing him. Terry showed
absolutely no signs of resisting.
"Hey, let's eat. I'm starving," I yelled. We all climbed
out of the pool, except Terry who was embarrassed about
his now raging hard on. Ellen's body and kissing had
really taken it's toll on him. And when he did climb out,
his penis was no longer trying to hide inside him, it was
pointing out what direction he needed to be moving. He
just was not going to be able to cover the fact that
Ellen had gotten to him.
We let him off the hook for a while as we sat down and
ate lunch.
Without warning, dear shy Sharon announced that she had
to go pee. We had by this time made it a habit of just
going to the edge of the grass and going. We had done it
so much by now that no one thought anything of it. That
is no one except Terry. His eyes were glued on Sharon as
she spread her legs and half squatted letting out a
stream of golden fluid. I noticed Terry's expression and
decided that we had better let him in on what this was
all about.
"Terry. You've been set up. We got you over here with a
purpose. But we wanted you to join us, and I need your
help," I said. I went on to explain the whole history of
what had happened and why he was needed so badly. "Well,
are you game?"
He looked at Sharon who was now back and sitting next to
me, and then Marla, and finally he looked at Ellen. "Man
I should be really ticked at you guys, but I'm not. Okay,
I'll go along. But you have to work with me slowly. I
haven't been this close to a nude girl before."
"How close have you been."
"Just looking through Bill's grill in his room."
I had never told Ellen or Sharon about this and they were
really shocked at this revelation. "What's this about?"
So I spent time chronicling some of the things I had seen
in my favorite spot. I had no intention of ever divulging
this but was now forced to.
"You mean you have been watching me and all my
girlfriends getting undressed all these years?"
"And more than that." I went on to tell some of the other
things I had seen over the years. And after awhile we all
got laughing at some of my stories. The girls rolled over
with laughter about the pastor's wife with her tampon and
how I thought she was really dumb for trying to hurt
herself by putting that thing inside her. But the
important thing was no one was offended at what I had
been doing all these years.
Lunch was over and I told everyone to head for the pool
while I cleaned things up. I was in the kitchen getting
the water ready to wash the dishes and silverware. In a
few moments Sharon came into the kitchen. "Can I help
you?"
"Sure if you want to put the food back into the
refrigerator while I do the dishes."
I was just finishing drying the dishes and put them into
the cupboard when I turned around. Sharon was within
inches of me. She had very little expression on her face.
I turned around and we just stood there motionless for
some time. Finally Sharon put her arms around my neck and
wanted to kiss. Kissing Sharon had become a treat. She
and I could really generate some heat when we kissed.
After a very long wet kiss, she whispered into my ear, "I
don't want to be a virgin anymore."
At first my reaction was kind of, that's nice, now what
else do I need to get done in here. But then I stopped
and realized what she was saying or asking. "Are you
sure?"
"Yes. I was sure before I came over today. And now I know
beyond any doubt. I want to be with you. I want you to be
the first one."
I guess this caught me flat footed. I didn't anticipate
anything like this from Sharon. I was flattered. Of
course I wanted to have sex with her. Why not. I was one
of hundreds of guys at our school who would give anything
to be inside Sharon.
"I can't think of anything in this world I would rather
do, Sharon." With that, I took her hand and we went out
the patio door and without saying anything to anyone we
headed over the short walkway to my room. Once in my
room, we laid on my bed facing each other. We started to
kiss again. Each kiss seemed to be longer and more
passionate than the previous one. I had mentioned in an
earlier chapter about how wet Sharon got. She seemed to
have a faucet deep inside her that her body would turn on
full blast when she got sexually excited. She was really
excited now, because she was wet.
I guess all erotic stories go from here and describe
every minute detail of every inch of flesh, every sound,
every feeling. But I can't. While this was indeed
happening to me, it was like I was dreaming the whole
thing. I don't even remember pushing past and breaking
Sharon's hymen.
I do remember thinking that I had to go slowly and push
in a little at a time and pull back and then push in a
little further. Sharon was and is a real pain whimp.
Removing a sliver from her finger is the same as open-
heart surgery for her. She will suffer the discomfort of
a cold to keep from getting a shot from her doctor. The
biggest reason she had not insisted on going this far in
the previous weeks was because of her fear of pain in
losing her virginity.
If she had experienced any pain it was not obvious to me
(I was to find out later that she wasn't aware of any
pain herself.) I have to believe it was because her
secretions were so heavy. This flow of internal juice
also made it really difficult for me. I was horny. I was
hard. But I couldn't get any real sensation. It was like
trying to masturbate with a glass of water. Suddenly
Sharon was crying out, "yes, yes, yes, oh, it's
wonderful."
This is just what I needed. It brought on a new wave of
lust inside me and I could finally start to feel that
familiar feeling of relief. I knew I was going to shoot
everything at any time and tried to get out of Sharon.
But our inexperience and the weird position we had gotten
ourselves into made it impossible. Soon her vagina was
filled with my semen, her fluids and a small amount of
blood.
I collapsed against Sharon and the two of us just laid
there with our eyes closed. I opened my eyes slowly and
looked into her face. Sharon was already a lady who was
too beautiful for words. She was easily the most
beautiful girl in our high school (which had 1900+
students). But when I looked on her face at that moment,
she was even more beautiful than before. She opened her
eyes and smiled, "Thank you Bill, that was everything I
wanted it to be."
I felt guilty. I was the one who should be thanking her.
I was the one who got the greatest privilege she could
give a man. She was thanking me? No I needed to thank
her.
Sharon and I had been friends from the time we were 5 or
even maybe before. Here it is 52 years later and we are
still very close friends. She would eventually marry my
best friend from dental school. I introduced them. I
would eventually marry her younger sister (Karen was 6
years younger than Sharon and myself). It's been 40 years
from when this happened and this lady is still beautiful.
She has taken care of herself. She has five children, one
boy and four girls. All four of her girls are clones of
their mother. We both look back to this moment as being a
time of great lasting closeness for the two of us.
After a few moments of reflection and basking in the
afterglow of what we had accomplished, we got up
together. I glanced down at my cover. It was soaked.
There was a small trace of blood.
"You're cover is a mess."
"I know."
I'll just tell your mother that I wasn't feeling well
because of my period and laid on your covers in just my
underclothes. She'll understand.
"Your period! Don't you realize I just came inside of
you?"
"We'll be okay. My period is due Tuesday or Wednesday. I
think we're very safe."
Sharon got up and almost charged out of my room. "I did
it Ellen, I did it." Ellen climbed out of the pool and
the two of them were hugging each other and jumping up
and down. I don't know if a man has ever made a woman
that happy by having sex with her. But Sharon was
thrilled. It was like this monstrous burden had come off
of her back.
Ellen stopped and looked back at me. "Bill?"
I knew what she wanted. Ellen was my sister. We had
kissed like lovers. I had seen, fondled, and kissed her
breasts like a lover would. I had seen, caressed, and
sucked on her pussy. But this was something that I was
not going to be able to do. I just knew this was a one-
way ticket to Hell. I just knew that incest would be the
'unforgivable'. I returned Ellen's glance with what must
have been the biggest pained look a man can have.
"But Bill. Sharon and I have always planned that we would
do it on the same day. And she is no longer a virgin. I
don't want to be one anymore. Please Bill, please."
Marla, Sharon, and Terry all watched as this mini drama
was being acted out in front of them. I looked to them
for help. "Terry," I thought, "Ellen really likes him a
lot. He's not related. They were kissing earlier."
I held Ellen close to me. In spite of my protests and
having just come a few minutes before, the feel of her
soft body against me was already starting to make me rise
again. She brought her face close to mine. I looked into
her eyes and said weakly, "Terry."
"Oh yes!" she said instantly, pulling away from me with
the warmest smile on her face. She literally ran to Terry
practically knocking him over. She put her mouth up to
his ear and whispered. We found out later that all she
said was, "please."
Terry looked at the rest of us for guidance. Finally I
said, "I know you like Ellen a lot. She really wants
this. Of all the guys in school, you're the only one I
would trust. The three of us will be out here, no one is
going to bother the two of you."
Ellen took Terry's hand and led him off. He somehow
looked like a lamb going to the slaughterhouse. I felt
sorry for him for an instance. But then that instance was
gone and I was thrilled for the two of them. Ellen had
wanted this as badly as Sharon had. They two of them had
talked about it a lot. And now this was the time for the
two of them to fulfill their plans.
Sharon still hadn't come off cloud nine. Marla was by now
as horny as a person can get. We were in the pool, no
playing, no splashing, just the three of us trading
feels, kisses, and hugs. Sharon is an unashamed bisexual.
Marla was (and is just plain horny).
It wasn't long before we were out of the pool and on the
lawn. I was about to get involved in my first threesome.
I don't even remember Marla getting me inside her. But I
was. I do remember Sharon squatting over my face. I
remember that because my semen was still inside her and
it was leaking out and onto my face. This is not my
thing, but when I'm that hot, I can tolerate a lot of
things. Sharon had her back towards my face and was
kissing Marla (or at least that's what I assumed).
I have never been able to come in a hurry in the position
with the female on top of me. This time was no exception.
My face and neck were getting drenched by Sharon.
Whatever she and Marla were doing was causing Marla to
slow down on her movements. And I was just laying there
with my penis hard as a rock deep inside Marla. I really
couldn't do anything for myself.
Finally Sharon rolled off me and just laid beside me
giggling. Marla resumed and I was at last able to explode
inside her. I didn't know if Marla came or not. Of all
the women in my life I have ever known, she is really
impossible to know for certain if she has orgasmed. She
is so quiet about it. I finally had to ask her.
"Silly. Of course I did. Three different times. Couldn't
you feel it?"
"Feel it?" I thought. "How am I supposed to feel it when
she comes?" I guess if she had faked one I would have
been more satisfied at how good I was.
She pushed her cute freckled face towards me and said,
"Bill my man. You never ask a woman if she's come. Your
job is to do what you can to help her come. You have to
learn to pay attention to what her body is saying to you.
Not to the sounds she is making. Learn a woman's body."
She was right. Sharon was vocal, but the more I thought
about it the more I realized I knew how she felt by how
her body was reacting.
We all three got up and went under the patio and the
shade to rest. Marla didn't need more freckles, Sharon
was getting an all over tan now and this was really going
to be hard to keep hiding from her mother, and I burn
really easily.
We had forgotten all about Terry and Ellen. Suddenly I
could hear the shower going on in the bathroom/changing
room. I called out, "are you too okay." No answer.
In a few minutes Ellen came out the door with a big smile
on her face. No one had to ask her anything.
"It was wonderful. It was just so dreamy. I didn't want
to leave. I wanted to do it over and over." She was
starting to get a little sickening. I guess sex agreed
with her.
After Terry came out of the shower, we sat around and
talked. We talked like what we had done was the most
important thing we would ever do in our lives. And
probably at the time it was.
Terry said that if he knew what was going to happen, he
would probably have chickened out. Ellen said that the
first morning that she and Sharon came to my room, they
had no intention of going as far as we did.
But, this did happen. We now were the 'big five'. Terry
had come along just in time to save me from an early
death do to sexual exhaustion. There would have been no
way for me to keep up with the three girls. They were now
on fire, and I only had one small hose to put the fires
out.
The folks were going to be back early that evening since
dad was going to take Monday off. So we broke off our
conversations, got our swimsuits on and jumped into the
pool.
Sure enough, mom called to tell Ellen that we would go
out to dinner that night so she didn't have to cook
anything. They were leaving right now. I learned to
appreciate the fact that they always called.
*** Chapter Five - Gail Makes Us a 6 Pack
We didn't use every opportunity to have mini orgies. We
all had other interests in life. But we did have our
moments over the next few weeks.
We hadn't seen Marla for a couple of weeks. She called on
the first Friday after school was out to let us know that
she was going to be visiting her grandmother over the
weekend and to find out if we were going to be around.
"Sure. You can feel free to come over tomorrow and swim
Marla." Mom was sitting on the couch while I was on the
phone. "I'll call Terry and have Ellen call Sharon. I
don't get out of work until noon, but Ellen will be
here."
I hung up. "It's okay isn't it mom?"
"I want you kids to enjoy your summer. I want you to have
friends over. Mrs. Knight's granddaughter is a sweet
girl. I think you should do everything you can to be nice
to her."
Mom never was to find out just how nice we were to Marla.
It was a fairly normal Saturday. School had ended. Both
Ellen and I got super grades. My work at the shop was
good. So my parents couldn't be more pleased if they had
to be. Dad let me go a little early so I could have a
good time with the 'kids'.
Marla saw me drive up and came running over from Mrs.
Knights house. "Bill I've got a problem." My heart sunk.
I just knew she was going to say she was pregnant.
Hesitantly I asked, "what kind of problem?"
She knew right away what I was thinking. "No it's not
anything as serious as that."
I was a man who had been pardoned by the warden. "What's
wrong then?"
"I have to bring my cousin with me today. She's our age,
and she goes to your school. But she's kind of strange.
Maybe you know her, her name is Gail Saunders."
I knew who she was. She had been in several of my classes
at school. Gail was a tall girl. Probably taller than
most of the guys in school. She never talked. You didn't
know she existed if you never saw her shadow. "Sure I
know who she is. I didn't know she was related to Mrs.
Knight."
"She only visited when her parents came over. Her mom and
grandmother had a fight years ago and so they hardly ever
talked. I hate to do this to everyone, but can I bring
her?"
"Sure. I'll tell Ellen. We better warn Terry and Sharon."
About that time Terry pulled up and saw me talking to
Marla.
"What's up you two?"
"Marla was telling me she has to bring her cousin Gail
Saunders along."
"The Gail Saunders? I get neck strain just looking at her
face."
"That's the one." I turned to Marla and explained that he
didn't mean that as a nasty chop, but Gail was 6 or 7
inches taller than Terry. "Not every guy is a shrimp
Terry."
"Gail is fine with me. Actually she's kind of pretty."
I sent Terry in to warn Ellen, and waited while Marla got
her cousin Gail. Gail was the original ugly duckling. She
was indeed a very beautiful girl that is if she would
ever smile. She was at least six feet tall, and big. She
wasn't fat, just big. She had Marla's bright red hair,
but without the freckles. Her voice was soft and ultra
feminine. I couldn't ever remember seeing her talking
with other girls or with any boyfriend.
She came out of Mrs. Knights house in a two-piece bathing
suit.
One of her breasts made two of any of the other three
girls breasts. She was in a single word statuesque. Her
body was very athletic without any excess fat, yet her
curves were very womanly. She was a diamond waiting for
some guy to discover her.
"Hi Gail. I'm Bill."
"I know who you are. We had Chemistry and English
together this year. You're on the baseball team and had a
great season. Your twin sister is Ellen and she's the
size of one of my legs.
I used to watch you play in your yard with Sharon
Meyers."
The FBI didn't know that much about me. "I'm embarrassed.
You know so much about me, and I hardly know anything
about you."
"That's okay. I'm not worth knowing that much." Pain
flowed from every word she spoke. I knew then and there
she had no idea who or what she was. I took her hand in
mine and ignoring Marla completely, I brought her into
the house and out to the patio.
"Terry, Ellen, this is Gail Saunders. Gail this is my
sister Ellen, and this is Terr..."
"Terry Slader!" she squealed in the first glimmer of
excitement I had ever seen in her face, "the best gymnast
in the state."
"You know me?"
Gail slowed down her enthusiasm, and looked down into the
ground. "Yes. I have a scrapbook at home with every
newspaper article ever written about you. I guess you
think it's silly, but I've had a crush on you since the
9th grade. I sneak into the gym just to watch you
practice."
Terry was totally red with blush. He was speechless. He
had no idea that anyone but his friends and teammates
even knew what he had done. "Wow I'm tickled. Gail you
couldn't have a nicer thing to me. I am so thrilled that
you care that much. But why haven't you ever said
anything to me?"
"Because you only come up to my navel and I didn't want
people to laugh at me. I..."
"I can't believe it. I would have loved to talk with you
and introduce you to the guys on the team. Every one
knows who you are. They just don't think you like
people."
Gail had become so self-conscious about her size that she
had built a wall around herself that was miles thick. She
couldn't see any value in herself. And figured everyone
considered her as a freak. She was far from a freak. She
was just a girl in pain.
Some music came on and without further warning I took
Gail's hands and said, "I get the first dance. Marla
taught me so you'll have to forgive me if I only know the
2 step."
"Please I'm not very good at..."
It was too late for her protest. I had her in my arms.
Fortunately she was wearing sandals so I was a little
more than an inch taller than her. I held her in my arms
and this lady melted into them. She had never been
touched by a boy her age. She was absolutely awkward not
because of some physical reason. She had dreamed of some
guy her age holding her and now it was happening. She
didn't know how to handle it.
"Gail you should be showing me how to dance. You're
great."
She was great. She was this statuesque red head who was
as graceful as a gazelle. She floated in my arms, and I
enjoyed her tremendously.
The song ended and I just couldn't let go. I looked her
in the eyes and said, "That was the most fantastic dance
a guy could ever have. You were wonderful. I didn't want
the music to end. Can I dance more with you today?"
She didn't answer. "Gail. Who told you that you weren't
pretty?
Who lied to you and didn't tell you how graceful you
are?"
She was still silent. I couldn't stand it. Ellen, Marla
and Terry didn't even exist. "Listen to me. I don't know
who in the world ever hurt you, but any bad thing anyone
has ever said to you is a lie. You are beautiful,
exciting to hold, and well, I want you to be around us
more often."
Terry and Ellen both spoke their approval. For the first
time in the years I had seen her, Gail smiled. She looked
around at us and shook her head. "You really mean that
don't you?"
"Yes we do," said Ellen, "and not only do I want you to
come over anytime you can this summer, but I want to be
your friend at school next year."
We learned something right then and there. Gail was an
emotional person. And don't start her crying. She could
fill our pool with her tears. They were now streaming
down her cheeks. In all this time, no one had taken time
to talk to her as a friend. She had carried around years
of snickers about her height. She resented being alive.
But now she found acceptance.
My actions weren't grand. She was everything I told her
she was. When she excused herself to go to the bathroom,
Terry remarked about how neat she looked. Actually she
was down right sexy to him.
We got so wrapped up in our conversations with Gail that
we forgot all about Sharon. That was a mistake. Sharon
came bounding out the patio door already topless and just
in her panties. "Okay you guys why do you all have your
clothes on." She didn't even see Gail who was in a
corner.
Ellen tried to catch Sharon's attention, Marla was trying
to hide, I immediately looked at Gail who showed no
emotion at all.
Finally Gail looked at Ellen and said, "you don't think I
know that you play in your back yard without any clothes
on don't you? That's okay. I saw you one Saturday right
after Easter break. I was always hoping I could get
invited over. I love being in the nude.
"You mean you're not going to say anything to Grandma or
my folks?" asked Marla, still shocked.
"That's the last thing you would ever have to worry
about. No I won't tell. I plan on just enjoying myself."
Without warning Gail took the top part of her suit off.
When her breasts fell free they were spectacular. Playboy
had just started to come out and I had seen my first
copies ever of it. Gail breasts were every bit as nice as
any of those girls. Her breasts were big and had just a
hint of drooping because of their mass. Her skin was
marble white-pink.
Terry and I just sat there with our mouths open. Sharon
and Gail just locked eyes.
I have often theorized that women who have bi sexual
tendencies communicate this to other bi sexual women.
Gail and Sharon immediately knew that there was a natural
attraction between them. It was powerful for both of
them. Nothing was said, but you could feel it. But we
were to learn that day that there was a reason for Gail
to have these tendencies.
"I don't know what you five were worried about. It's not
like I haven't been nude around people before." Gail went
on from there. She was the youngest of 4 kids. She had
three older brothers, and was sort of a 2nd family. Her
oldest brother Tom was about 16 years older than Gail. He
and his wife Sue used to have Gail stay a couple of weeks
every summer with them from the time she was 10.
"What my parents didn't know was that Tom and Sue are
nudist. So I would spend my two weeks with them at the
nudist camp."
"A nudist colony?" I asked.
"No not a colony. A camp. I loved it. I was free to do
just about anything I wanted without fear of getting
hurt. They had a big pool, a huge play area, a crafts
corner, a library, acres of lawn, and total freedom."
"Aren't those places kind of, you know, sex places?"
asked Sharon.
"No. No one is allowed to touch kids without permission
from the kid's parents. That includes hugging them or
even holding them. No one is allowed to do anything
sexual around others. If they do, they are told to leave
and not come back."
"I don't know, I think I would be hard as can be with all
those women around with no clothes on," I said.
"Bill, I have never seen a male penis erect at camp. And
I have seen hundreds of penises; big, small, one two-
year-old boys, on eighty-year-old men, you name it. Yours
isn't always hard around the girls here is it?"
"I guess I understand."
"Do you still go there?" asked Sharon.
"No. When I was 14, I was at camp with Tom and Sue. A
bunch of the teenagers wanted to plant a garden. The
manager said we could and showed us where a good place
would be. He even gave us the tools to get started. Well,
while we were digging, one of the boys hit an underground
nest of yellow jackets. Before we could get away I was
stung all over my body. I was laying on the ground and
couldn't breathe.
The next thing I remembered I was in the hospital. They
said I had over a hundred welts on my face and body. Mom
came all the way over to the hospital that night. When
she asked where did this happen, the nurse told her that
I was at the camp.
Mom came unglued. She couldn't believe Tom and Sue were
into such a perverted thing, and that they would dare to
subject me to such filth. Mom had been kind of
suspicious, because every year when I got home from
staying with Tom and Sue I had a nice tan and no bathing
suit marks. My boobs and fanny had a nice golden tan. She
never said anything, but she was suspicious."
"I remember when that happened. Your mom called my dad
all the way to New York and was really ticked. The whole
family knew about it. I just never knew what kind of camp
you got stung at."
"Mom still won't talk to Tom and Sue. I am the only one
who writes to them all the time. I promised that when I
move out of the house I'm going back to the camp. I had
more friends there than anywhere. No one is a phony, we
all dress the same, I just was always so happy there."
"That's amazing. Nothing sexual happens there?" asked
Ellen.
"I didn't say that. I said nothing sexual happens in
public. In private it's different."
"Guys never came on to you?"
"That's really funny. I always felt the guys my age at
camp were so much more mature than the guys at school. I
was always treated with respect at camp. Let me give you
an example." She turned her attention to Marla, "have you
ever heard guys at school say things about girls and
their periods?"
Ellen and Sharon both said, "Yes."
"They are so stupid about it. It makes you want to
scream," said Ellen.
"At camp, when a girl has her period, she wears shorts.
It just makes it easier to keep a pad in place. The guys
know what is happening, what it is all about and that the
girl probably doesn't feel 100%. They treat you with care
and kindness. I have never seen it any differently. And I
think it's because they know what is happening and it is
discussed openly. The only time you can't trust the guys
is when they have the teen dances on Friday nights. Their
hands have a tendency to roam. And what's funny is this
is the only time we are all dressed."
We all had a chuckle at this inconsistency.
"So that's where you learned to dance."
"Sort of. One of the ladies who always stayed at camp
used to teach ballet. She was in her 70's. Her cabin was
next to Tom and Sue's cabin. She worked with me a lot on
my dancing. I only had two weeks a year with her, but she
would spent 2 or 3 hours a day with me. She died last
year and I wanted to go to her funeral so badly I could
taste it. But mom found out where I met her and wouldn't
let me go."
"Nothing sexual ever happened to you at camp?"
"I didn't say that. I met a girl from Oregon. Jill was 15
and I was 13. We became friends the first day. We swam
together laid on a blanket under a tree and read
together. She would brush my hair for the longest time.
We would laugh, talk about boys, talk about school; we
were just really close. Her parents had a small trailer
they stayed in. Jill had a nice tent that her dad pitched
next to the trailer. So she asked if I could spend the
night in the tent with her. Tom and Sue said it was fine
with them and her mom and dad said it was fine with them.
"We laid on top of the sleeping bags for awhile and read.
When we turned out the lights we snuggled up to each
other. I don't remember whose idea it was, but we started
to kiss each other. Before I was even aware of it, we
were kissing pretty heavy. I felt her hand touch my
breast. I loved it immediately. Her hand was so soft and
she seemed to know exactly what felt good to me. I
couldn't stand it so I started to feel her breasts. When
she kissed my breast, her hand touched me where only I
had touched myself.
"And the only time I ever touched myself there was when I
had gone piddle and was wiping or in the bath and I was
washing. I had never been touched there for the feelings
of pleasure. I felt pleasure when Jill touched me. That
night Jill gave me my first orgasm ever. She showed me
how to give her one, and how I could give myself one. We
probably had three or more orgasms each before we went to
sleep. We spent every night together those next two
weeks, and every night we would enjoy each other very
much."
"So you don't like guys then," I said.
"That's not true at all. I prefer guys. But no guy has
ever really paid attention to me."
"You've never given any of us a chance," I said.
"Most of the guys at school are such losers. They have no
idea what life is all about. They don't even understand
sex. They need to learn a lot. I guess that's why I was
really excited about coming over here."
"So you have seen more than just nudity here."
Gail finally showed her first signs of embarrassment as
she looked at the ground with a sly smile and said, "Yes.
A couple of weekends ago, Marla didn't even know I was at
Grandma's house. I heard her voice over here, so I got on
the ladder and saw everything."
"Everything?"
"Let's see. Bill was on the ground, Marla was on top of
Bill's penis and Sharon was sitting over Bill's face."
"Oh boy, I guess you did see everything. Does your
grandmother have any other people visiting that we should
be aware of?"
"Don't worry. I'll fix the ladder tonight," said Gail.
"Did you ever see Jill again after that summer?"
"Her father was transferred to Phoenix, Arizona. She
still writes. They found a nudist camp there, but it's
not the same. There aren't as many people her age."
Gail was a confirmed nudist. She not only enjoyed the
lifestyle she craved it. Because of her, all of us at one
time or another became involved in nudism, and some of us
still are.
I realize that this chapter seems to be a commercial for
the American Sunbathing Association. It is not really
intended to be that way. But Gail had an influence on us
that summer, one that lasted. And we had an influence on
her. She blossomed as a person that summer, right in
front of our eyes. When they returned to school the
falling fall, Gail and Terry started being seen with each
other all the time.
Gail ran for her first office in school and won, much to
her surprise. She became very outgoing, and a very
popular person to be around. Most of this was due to
Terry's influence. She followed him to college and the
two married a few years later. They had two sons who
today are outstanding athletes. Gail left us at the age
of 32 after fighting a long battle with cancer. She is
missed, but not forgotten. Her marks are still on all of
our lives.
Gail words opened our minds completely. I think if it had
been and adult saying these things, we wouldn't have
believed them or would have looked for another motive. We
spent an hour asking questions, and she seemed to beam at
the idea that her opinion was so respected.
There we were that day. Six 17 year olds, four girls, to
boys, all completely in the nude, and not one sexual
thing happened all that day. Even when we went into the
pool, it was like there was nothing unusual about our
attire. When mom called that evening to tell us she was
heading home, I had to remind Ellen to get dressed. A new
era had begun in our lives and we embraced it with open
arms.
Gail and Marla had to leave early, their grandmother
needed a ride to the store. Sharon was watching her
little sister that night, so Terry, Ellen and I sat
around talking. I could tell immediately that Terry was
excited about Gail. Ellen understood his attraction and
encouraged him to cultivate his friendship with our new
friend.
Gail and Terry did get married in 1962. They had two
wonderful sons. There oldest son was a gifted athlete and
played for a few years in the NFL. Gail would never see
her son play football. She died of cancer only a few
years after the birth of her younger son.
This chapter is in memory of the "Ugly Duckling" who as
in the fable did turn out to be a beautiful swan. Gail
was her real name. She is still missed today by those of
us who loved her dearly.
*** Chapter Six - Observations
The following weeks were full of adventure. The six of us
saw more of each other than we could ever imagine. I
would come home from work each day and help Ellen with
her work. Sometimes one of the other's were already
there. The minute I got home, I would go to my room,
remove my clothes and put them in the laundry, and just
not bother to put anything else on. Ellen would get up in
the morning and never bother to get dressed after her
shower.
Mom was a little upset that she would run around the
house in the nude, but Ellen would remind mom that dad
and I were at work and she could always put on a robe if
someone came to the door. Bless her heart, mom didn't
really like it, but she was wise enough to let Ellen
continue to work around the house nude.
I was also taking a lot more time to try to understand
the mysteries of our bodies, of women, and of life in
general. I had learned a good habit when I was about 11.
Journalizing. I still have every day of my life
completely "journalized". These are records of my
experiences, feelings, observations, and thoughts for
every day of my life. They now take up almost forty
volumes. I have recently scanned them and they are now on
disk.
The point is that much of what I am telling, is indeed
from my old journals. So if I wax philosophical it's
because I was so awed by the female of our species that I
spent a lot of time in my journals talking about their
differences; about some of the changes I saw, and about
my overall feelings about them. The only people who have
read my journals are my wife, and oldest daughter.
One of the first major observations was on the
differences in the female genitals from one to the other.
Men have some differences from one man to the next, but
these are confined to length, circumference, rigidity,
straightness, and whether or not he is circumcised (and
how much foreskin is left from circumcision). But other
than these, there is not a whole lot of differences. This
is far from the case with women. Each one is slightly
different.
I had remarked earlier about how Sharon's inner lips were
like tiny ridges, and Ellen's extended in length to her
outer lips. Gail and Marla were almost an exact
compromise between these two. At first everything about
Marla's vulva seemed disproportionately large because she
was fully shaven.
After the first day with us she stopped shaving and grew
a beautiful mons of carrot red pubic hair. As she did so,
her entire vulva seemed to change in its proportions.
Marla's inner lips would, however stand very rigid when
she got the least bit excited. Now most inner lips do
this anyway, but hers was really pronounced. It was like
they were raising themselves to get attention from a
penis, finger, or tongue to visit them.
The clit is one of the most fascinating pieces of
feminine anatomy.
In some ways it is a miniature penis. But it is far more
than that. I had mentioned that Ellen had a very
pronounced clit. The other three had clits of almost the
same size, which I would, in my limited experience, call
normal. That's not to say Ellen's is abnormal. But the
size doesn't seem to affect its sensitivity. Gail's was
super sensitive. You could turn her off sexually if you
touched it wrong. Yet to look at her clit, it was no
different in size and shape from Marla's or Sharon's.
Marla's clit loved to have strong direct contact. If your
hand was teasing her clit, she would use her own hand to
guide you on top of it.
The outer lips seemed to be much more consistent. Gail's
seemed to be a slight bit thicker and bigger, but I wrote
that I thought that was probably because she was bigger
overall.
An amazing difference I wrote about was the inside of the
vagina. Now you wouldn't think there could be that much
difference, but there is a big difference. There is a
difference in feel. I would suggest a man take time to
explore his love's vagina (assuming of course that they
are a heterosexual couple) with his fingertips. Do it
lightly and as an exploration and not as a prelude to
intercourse. Pay attention to the messages your
fingertips are telling your brain.
The upper roof of the vagina has a strong rippling very
similar to the roof of your mouth, except it isn't being
supported by bone, but by muscle. Sharon had the most
pronounced ribbing her that I have ever had the privilege
to feel (I should have been a gynecologist). Marla had
the least pronounced. Now the floor of the vagina is much
softer. Sharon also had some muscles that made the floor
of her vagina feel like it was scalloped.
I really get turned off by some of the erotic stories I
read about how a woman's vagina is assaulted and slammed
into with the throbbing pounding, pulsating 9, 10, 11
inch massive 'love tools' of some guy. The whole tissue
of the vagina is very elastic and can expand (to a size
large enough to give birth). But it is also soft and
tears easily. Inside the vagina is a wet and warm
incubator waiting for some bacteria or fungus to grow.
Any tears can be a serious invitation for a full-blown
infection. (I guess that's the dentist in me.)
About infections. One day in July I discovered something
that I should have known before, but never connected it.
I went into the bathroom/changing room to get a towel.
Marla was sitting on the toilet, and she was pooping. I
apologized and was going to leave. She said to stay
because she wanted to talk to me in private. It was a
mundane thing about Gail's feelings about Terry. But when
she was finished and was going to wipe herself, she got
the toilet paper and raised up reaching her hand with the
toilet paper clear around and behind her ass checks.
I asked her why she didn't just wipe from the front going
between her legs. It's a whole lot easier than going
through the contortions she was going through. I didn't
know that all women had to go through these contortions
to do this common task. "That's fine for you guys, but
there's germs in poop, and if it gets into my pussy, I
could have a big problem with infections," Marla informed
me. A light bulb came on in my brain. I would have never
realized just how susceptible a woman's vagina was to
infection. But she was right. I guess in some ways men
are lucky.
All three of the girls were different in the way their
periods hit them. I don't know if it was from the phase
of the moon or the tides in China or what, but all four
of the girls seemed to have their periods at the same
time. And all four of them were totally different from
each other. This was before PMS was discovered.
A woman suffering from what we now call PMS was just "on
the rag". And her complaining was "ragging". None of the
girls were ever the vicious PMS sufferers. Ellen would
weep at the drop of a hat. She would hear the story of
Snow White and cry when Snow White ate the apple. She was
a basket case, but she was easily comforted with being
held and talked to.
Gail would take things wrong and personally. She would
feel that God didn't love her if there was a bad sunset.
She needed to be constantly reassured of her worth during
this time. She was a lady who craved affection being
expressed verbally.
Sharon didn't seem to be bothered emotionally. But she
got the physical symptoms. She would get cramps so bad
that she would just lay on the lounge chair all day. The
only reason she would come over to our house is that she
could remove all her clothes. She retained so much water
in her system and was so bloated that clothes just felt
tight and uncomfortable.
Then there was Marla. For some weird reason when her
period arrived she got as horny as a human could get. She
wanted sex or she would bust. She said it was always that
way. She spent practically the entire summer 'baby-
sitting' her aged grandmother. So I was victimized in
June, July, and August by this insatiable appetite of
hers. The first time was right after school was over for
the summer.
Marla and I had screwed only once to this point. It was
on a Wednesday and Marla was at the house with Ellen when
I got home. She saw me pull up in the driveway and stood
at our door totally nude. As I walked to the door she
smiled and said, "Hurry up and get naked so we can go out
back and fuck!" Talk about foreplay. But you have to
remember she was from New York and that was extensive
foreplay for them.
After her very descriptive command, she proceeded to get
me undressed. I protested that I hadn't had a chance to
shower and I smelled like oil and dirt from the shop. She
could care less. We went outside and she said we better
do it on the grass. I had no idea what was going on. When
she saw me pull in she had run to Ellen's bathroom and
removed her tampon. So I didn't even realize that her
period was in full 'bloom'. I was going to take my time
and be a real 'lover'. She didn't have time for any
preliminaries.
"What's your hurry?" I asked
"I just want your cock deep inside me. No hush and let's
get going."
She got me hard whether I wanted to be or not. As soon as
I was hard, she made me get on my back and she lowered
her pussy over my hard cock. She was not the same person
I knew. She was wild. It was like there was an itch deep
inside and she was going to use my cock to scratch it.
She came almost immediately. I was still trying to get my
mind in sync with my body and she was headed for yet
another orgasm. By the time I was able to finally get a
shot inside her vagina, she had had three orgasms and was
headed for a fourth one.
When we finished, I was exhausted. I had been laying on
my back, she had done all the work and I was exhausted.
As she finally got off of me I asked, "what's this all
about? I thrilled you're happy to see me, but this is a
little out of the ordinary."
She just laughed and said, "well, look at your cock now."
I looked down and it looked like I had been working in a
butchers shop. I had so much blood all over my lower body
I started to panic that I had injured her internally.
"I'm sorry Marla, I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry."
She roared with laughter. You haven't hurt me. That's my
blood and it's from inside, but you didn't do it. It's my
period and I just get so horny during my periods. And
well, I didn't feel like making myself come. Now you can
shower. And then later we need to do it again."
And we did do it again later. Three more times. I was
beat. I could hardly move and she looked as fresh as a
daisy. She came over the next day and I could only go two
times. Marla was insatiable.
I have known Marla for 40 years now. After my wife died,
she stayed with me for a few months to help me over my
grief. Even though Marla has now passed through
menopause, she still gets these insatiable streaks,
monthly, about the time her period would have hit.
I guess she just conditioned me for married life, because
Karen got very horny during her periods. Fortunately she
wasn't as aggressive as Marla, and even more fortunately
she didn't suffer each month like her older sister did.
(I had inaccurately said I was victimized by Marla's
periods. That's not true or fair. I got to where I loved
them. Except for the mess, this is the wildest sex a man
can enjoy. Karen and I would plan weekend 'get aways' to
be during her periods so we could really enjoy them
together. But I never said I was normal.)
I have studied enough about the human body chemistry to
have a sincere appreciation for what they are going
through at these times. I don't know what my mind would
do if I had to encounter such a shock to my chemical
makeup. This doesn't include tampons that take all the
moisture out of their vaginas as well as blood. This
doesn't take into account trying to walk and act sweet
and charming with a bulky pad between their legs. To
mention a few of the inconveniences and bothers.
Much has been said and written about the female 'G' spot.
You can look in all the anatomy manuals in the world and
never see this part of the female anatomy pictured or
even mentioned. I think that the most pronounced 'G' spot
was with Sharon. She seemed to really move into her
climax when it was massaged. But it had to be done just
right.
During oral sex if I got her clit and inner lips to where
they were responding, she loved to have that small muscle
between her butthole and pussy rubbed gently like it was
being massaged. This would speed her to an almost
immediate orgasm. While this was great for Sharon, it did
nothing for the others.
All four of them loved having their breasts played with.
Sharon would be the exception during her periods when
they were so tender she would cry in pain if you barely
brushed against them. The size didn't seem to affect the
amount of attention they required. It seemed to be a
matter of personal preference more than size or shape.
There were so many differences. Women are so fascinating.
A man could spend a lifetime just trying to learn about
them and not get bored. They are truly wondrously
created.
I guess to some people all that happened between the six
of us seems incredible and to some degree improbable.
What someone chooses to believe has very little to do
with the facts however. Women by nature are monogamous.
And we did not exercise a monogamous attitude among the
six of us. This was partially because of our ages, and
the fact that we were still experimenting with life. But
we also had a wonderful chemistry. Gail and Sharon were
overtly bi-sexual. Ellen and Marla were passively bi.
I can't say they were all born this way or they acquired
these tendencies. Terry and I were very hetero. But men
are by nature far less monogamous than are women. They
only time there was any jealousy at all was when Gail and
I were together in Terry's presence. I never sensed an
uneasiness among the girls about who was with who.
We tended to calm down our sexuality more and more as we
got into summer. Oh we did all at one time or another
engage in sexual play most of the time. But sex became
less and less a focus of what we were doing. We did a lot
of crazy things too.
One day I happened to mention that women make a different
sound one from another when peeing. That it was
distinctive enough that you could learn who was going to
the bathroom just by the sound their peeing made. We sat
around and talked about this. Even the girls themselves
said that since I brought it up, they had noticed
different sounds when in the girl's bathroom at school. I
questioned if this affected how hard women peed, or how
their stream went.
Our conversation became more humorous than anything else.
Gail said that if she sat on the edge of the picnic table
and arched her back, she could pee as far as Terry or me.
So from that we decided that the following day we would
have a peeing contest.
The next day came. Ellen got the whole thing set up by
making a couple gallons of ice tea. Actually before the
day was over, the six of us had consumed a little over
two gallons of ice tea, probably another gallon of water
and who knows how much soda.
We all agreed to hold it until everyone else was ready.
Sharon was in extreme pain before we started. Terry and I
moved the picnic table so that our target would be the
lawn. We agreed to let Sharon go first since she was
becoming the most desperate.
Sharon positioned herself on the edge of the picnic table
and arched her back she spread her legs and let go. Her
stream went out a couple of inches and fell straight down
splashing all over the bench on the picnic table, getting
her feet wet.
Marla was pretty good. At least she could clear the
bench. She shot a small stream which looked almost like a
man's stream.
Ellen was not much better than Marla. She did clear the
bench and her stream was even thicker. So I guess the
size of the body has little to do with it.
Terry and I were fairly evenly matched. It was no contest
against the girls. The location of the male urethra at
the end of the penis is a great advantage and if we made
ourselves semi-hard we could get a couple inches in
distance away from our bodies.
Gail was awesome, for a girl. She was true to her word
and arched her back spread her legs and then she reached
down and spread her labia. She outdistanced both Marla
and Ellen.
We had shown our true ages. We had so much fun doing this
very childish thing. Sharon was reloaded in a very short
time. She wanted to give it a second try. I told her to
hold on, and I would help her. I had forgotten how years
ago I used to do the same thing. I held Sharon's labia
open and stood off to the side. As she started to squirt,
I saw that her stream was much wider than anyone else's.
Out of curiosity, I bent down to get a closer look, and
was splashed in the face with spray. My immediate
reaction was to jump back.
"What's wrong?" Ellen asked.
"She got me in the face."
This brought about roars from everyone but me. Sharon was
finished and when I had let go of her lips she again
washed the bench with her pee. I then did something very
impulsive. I reached over and parted her outer lips again
before she got up, and licked them. I licked all around
her pussy.
"What are you doing?" Sharon cried out.
"I've tasted it before. But now I wanted to see what you
tasted like when it was fresh."
"Bill, you're going to be a regular 'Golden Shower'
freak," said Marla.
"A what?" a couple of us questioned almost in unison.
"Golden Showers. Pee games. Some people play them all the
time. I played them at Brian's fraternity house with some
of the guys and their girlfriends."
Marla went on to describe several of the different things
they did. Most of them weren't too appealing to us. But
finally I decided that it might be fun to watch the girls
pee on my body. But only if I could watch.
They all four did. It was kind of fun. But the fun wore
down as their pee got cold. When it was warm it felt kind
of nice splashing on my body. But when it got cold it
lost some of it's charm.
We never went too much farther with our bodily functions
beyond this one time. There were a couple of things that
happened on our camping trips. But I'm talking about in
our yard.
It wasn't that the 'newness' had worn off, it was more
that we really started to bond as friends. With this
increased bonding came more exploring of what the others
felt and wanted.
*** Chapter Seven - Camping
I have a confession to make. For poetic license sake, I
am going to make this all one camping trip. Most of the
things that happened did happen on one trip. I have just
added from a couple of other trips.
The six of us went camping four different times. Three of
them were for weekends and one was a whole week affair.
The weekend trips were in some of the local mountains
along the San Francisco peninsula. But our big trip was
towards the end of August 1956, and it was a back packing
trip high up in the Sierra Mountains. Anyone familiar
with this area will tell you how beautiful it is.
Terry and I used to camp all over this area when we were
scouts. The area is covered with Ponderosa Pines, Fir
Trees, and other assorted pines. There were springs all
over the mountains. Some of the meadows had artesian
wells. If you go high enough, there is still some patches
of snow on the ground even in August.
Terry and I had targeted a site that we were familiar
with. It was about three miles from the ranger station
and a good mile from where most people would camp. It was
along a creek that fed into a nice lake. We were on a
side of a creek that would give us a full view of anyone
coming up the trail at least 5 minutes before they would
ever see us. This was for obvious reasons.
The creek made a sharp bend just downstream from us, and
there was a shallow pool formed by it that allowed the
water to warm up enough to be pleasant. There was a small
dam, which would protect our backside and some rocks to
the north of us. In other words, without being in a
canyon, we were protected from unwanted visitors on three
sides and a 5-minute window in front of us.
The draw back was this was truly primitive. And it also
meant we had to back pack into the area. My dad had let
us use the station wagon, so we used it to store our
extra provisions we would need. We had proven we could be
trustworthy in camping out together, as boys and girls.
My parents didn't know that we would be going to an area
with no bathrooms or showers, and we didn't bother to say
anything to them about it.
The plan was for us to set up camp. Every other day Terry
or I would go back to the ranger station where the wagon
was parked and bring back more supplies.
I was concerned for Ellen because her pack was as big as
she was, and weighed almost as much. Marla was a big city
girl and hadn't camped out that much. We only had two
weekend camp outs and both of those were within a few
feet from where the car was parked, and had plumbing and
showers. This was to be a real adventure.
Since we were going to have to do a lot of setup, we left
home early in the morning and after a long drive reached
the ranger station about 10:30 or so. We showed the
rangers on the map where we would be camping. We got a
few strange looks from one of them when they realized it
was two guys and four girls. But nothing was said, and we
were thanked for pinpointing our campsite.
We packed up everyone and set out. It turned out to be an
extremely pleasant day. The air got warm in a hurry and
within a half hour Marla was feeling really warm. "Is it
safe to remove my shirt?" she asked. "I have to pee,"
said Sharon. I just looked at Terry with that 'oh
brother' look. This was going to be a long trip with
Sharon. She has the world's smallest bladder connected to
the world's most overactive kidneys.
"Yes, it's safe. The only ones that showed on the map at
the ranger station is us."
We stopped for a 'potty break'. All four girls had to go.
When Marla asked to take off her shirt, I thought she
meant her sweatshirt. She meant the whole thing. Gail and
Sharon followed suit. But this didn't last long. Even
though it was hot, they soon realized that being hot was
better than having the skin worn off of their shoulders
from the straps of the backpacks. So we were forced with
another 'potty break' for them to put their shirts back
on.
This time while they were piddling, Marla called me over.
She was just finishing her period (which explained why I
was already tired before we started.) and she wanted me
to stand there so she could brace herself. "For what?" I
asked. She said nothing but reached between her legs and
pulled out a tampon.
She smiled at me and handed it to me, "here, I don't know
what to do with it." I had taught this city girl that you
just don't throw things like this around the forest. So
she was going to let me dispose of it. I had to stay
there holding this 'thing' by it's string between my
thumb and forefinger while she put a new one in. At least
she held on to the wrapper.
"Aren't you going to take this back?" I asked.
"You're the boy scout. You take care of it," she replied.
I felt so masculine as I carried this 'thing' dangling
from it's string back to the others so I could get the
shovel out of my pack. Everyone watched as I dug a pit,
dumped it in, and buried it. When I was finished they all
applauded. "It's about time a guy gets a feeling for what
we have to put up with," were the first words out of
Ellen's mouth. "Grrr (or similar)" were mine.
We were again on our way. Fortunately we were making good
time. Because any further and we would have had a couple
more 'potty stops'.
We arrived at the campsite and all four of the girls fell
in love with it. It lived up to all it's billing. It was
still early, so Terry and I set up the camp while the
girls explored the area.
Marla squealed with delight at seeing the little
chipmunks scampering all around. Gail wanted to climb up
on the rocks to look all around the area. Ellen and
Sharon wanted to sit at the edge of the creek and just
dangle their feet in it.
We set the camp up with a fire ring about 10 feet from a
natural spring. This made our trips for cooking water
much shorter. We had brought twine and after cutting
several small branches from some of the trees we were
able to lash together a good sized table for cooking
utensils. There was a tree next to this that had a low
branch for us to put a 'cooler' up.
On the other side of the fire ring, next to the dam, we
pitched a tent to store things and for refuge in case
some one accidentally came our way. In front of the tent
and extending around the fire ring we spread the sleeping
bags.
About 15 yards away or so was a secluded area which we
felt would be the best spot for a latrine. I dug it, set
the can of lime next to it and stuck a roll of toilet
paper on a branch next to it. The girls would have to
learn how to use the latrine 'Japanese style'.
Actually by working together, Terry and I got things set
up in a fairly short amount of time.
We moved a large log in front of the fire ring to sit on,
and there was a large stump at the end facing the path to
the latrine. This stump was large, close to three feet
across, and would be used to hold a lot of our stuff
including the two lanterns we would use at night.
We called the girls over for a look at our 'home'. Ellen
and Gail were thrilled, Marla looked and said it would
get some getting used to. Sharon looked at the sleeping
bags and asked, "Why are they in singles? Can't they be
zipped together so two people can sleep in them?" I
didn't know. On our weekend outings we had always slept
in our own bags, so I just assumed that this would be the
sleeping arrangements for the week.
The other three took the request up and echoed Sharon's
question. Terry and I just looked at each other. After
all what harm would there be in sleeping with the girls.
We had done a lot more intimate things than that with
them.
"Sure, we can zip them together. But who is going to
sleep with who?"
Terry made his first overture to Gail, one that she
practically melted hearing from him. "I'd like to have
Gail sleep with me if she would."
Gail was thrilled as a blush crept across her, to a point
where she looked sunburned. "Do you really mean that
Terry? You want me to sleep with you and not the others?"
"You bet. Would you?"
He really didn't need to ask her that.
My bunkmate was a little more difficult. I ruled out
Ellen because she was my sister and for no other reason.
Besides I had slept with her before, when we were little.
Actually I would have taken all three of them. We didn't
know how to choose. So we choose 'straws', the one
drawing the long straw, or the winner , (at least that
was my interpretation) got to sleep with me. The bag in
the center would be for the two girls sleeping together.
Sharon got the long straw and was to be my bunkmate, at
least for the first night.
She giggled, "this is my first night I have ever slept
with a man." I guess it was true. Sharon had two sisters
one 6 years younger than her and the other 9 years
younger. Terry and I were the only ones she ever had sex
with, so she was right. Another first for the two of us.
It was well after noon so while Terry and I made a fire
in the fire ring, Marla and Ellen made lunch for all of
us. After lunch Marla said, "I can't believe this."
"You can't believe what?"
"All of us came up here to relax, to be uninhibited and
to enjoy ourselves. Bill and Terry haven't stopped
working since we got here. And I still have all my
clothes on." With that she did an impromptu strip tease.
Since it was the only one I had ever seen, it was by far
the sexiest one. We all followed suit and laid our
clothes in the tent.
"Before we go any further we need to set down some hard
and fast rules," I warned, "First, no one goes swimming
in the creek alone. It's too dangerous. Second, any trash
that can be burned is thrown into the fire. Any that
cannot be burned is to be buried. I have dug a garbage
pit and it will be covered up by Terry or me each night
before we go to sleep. And third, the latrine is to be
used only for pooping. If you have to pee, water the
plants in the forest. Do not pee around the spring or in
the creek. When you finish using the latrine, including
your paper work, sprinkle some of the lime, the white
powder in the can, over your deposit."
Camp was no officially open. We spent most of the
afternoon fishing. That is everyone except Gail who was a
world-class bookworm. She was so content to just lay
there reading. I looked back at her several times and
just admired her. She looked like she was the most
content person on earth. She had returned to her favorite
element in life, nudism.
Marla was a pain about fishing. She was squeamish about
putting the bait on her hook. Luckily she didn't catch
any fish or she would have come unglued at trying to
remove the fish. I had learned that the dam and creek
were restocked every Wednesday so I knew when the
forestry people would be around and we were guaranteed to
have some fish.
We were able to catch enough for all of us to eat trout
for dinner that night. Yes, we did get a little tired of
trout, but it was much nicer than having to lug other
meat from the station.
I had just cleaned up on that first day when Sharon came
over to me. "Bill, I tried to use the latrine and I
can't."
"You can't. I don't understand."
"I can't keep my balance and relax enough to go. Would
you come with me so I can keep my balance by hanging on
to you?"
"Sure I guess so."
We made our way up the little pathway that I had cleared
earlier. Sharon squatted down and I faced her holding
both of her hands to give her balance.
I don't know if it's the thin air, or the density of the
forest, or if it's because it is so quiet in the forest,
but the forest has a tendency to amplify noise. A fly
buzzing around can sound like a jet plane as it circles
your head. A common burp echoes around the forest
sounding like an explosion.
As Sharon relaxed and did 'her business' every single
noise her spincter made as it allowed her deposit to pass
through sounded loudly. The harder Sharon tried to
suppress the sound, the louder it seemed to get. She
looked up at me really concerned, "I'm sorry I guess you
don't think I'm so sweet and feminine now do you?"
"I think you're just human," I answered.
I did learn something else. I don't care how cute she is,
a girls poop does not come all packaged up and smelling
like perfume. I don't know what got into Sharon, but I
think it crawled up and died inside her.
When she was finished it was obvious that she couldn't
wipe herself. So she smiled with a very childish smile, "
I guess you're going to have to wipe me."
And with that she reversed her position and presented me
with her rear end. I got the toilet paper and proceeded
to wipe her clean. And then I did something that was
completely impulsive. As she was bent over and I had
cleaned her I saw her very tight anus. It was so pink and
looked so tight even with what had passed through it.
Without thinking, I bent over and kissed and then licked
it. It didn't smell or taste all that pleasant, but I
loved it. I guess if I had thought about it, I probably
wouldn't have. But as I thought about it later, it was
fun, and she really did look very inviting.
Sharon jumped up in total surprise, "W-what are you
doing?"
"I'm sorry. It looked really cute and I just had to do
it."
"But it's not clean."
"I know. But it was there. And it's clean now. Didn't it
feel good?"
"Well, yes it felt good, but I never touch it myself, and
you licked it."
"You didn't mind did you?"
"No. I'd let you do it again, but you better brush your
teeth before I'll kiss you."
Sharon didn't say anything to anyone else about my
licking, but she told everyone about me helping her poop.
After that, it became a game with all four ladies. Terry
and I always had to hold on to them to give them balance,
and they would bend over so we had to clean them up. We
did get smarter and start to bring a washcloth with us
after a while.
That night went on without further stories. We got
everything ready for the night while we had light, had
dinner, covered the garbage pit sat around a sang and
talked for some time, and then crawled into our sleeping
bags. The nights at this altitude get cold and do so in a
hurry.
Sharon and I immediately got each other warm. I was and
always will be a cuddler in bed. She needed to be warm
and toasty in order to relax and sleep comfortably. So
the two of us being together in the same sleeping bag
worked out really well for her. I generate a lot of body
warmth when I sleep.
It's always difficult for me to get comfortable my first
night of camping and sleeping on the ground. So I didn't
sleep well. I was so very much aware of Sharon's body
next to me. She turned out to be a very deep sleeper. We
would be face to face, and I could feel her breasts
pressed up against my chest as her head laid next to
mine, or with her back to me, with the feel of her round
smooth fanny resting against my stomach. There were
moments I didn't want to ever end.
The only time she woke up was when I got up to put some
more wood on the fire, and she asked me to go off with
her while she piddled. But other than that she slept
really well.
I don't know what time it was, but it was getting close
to dawn when she had her back to me. She was stretched
out flush against my body, with my flaccid penis
splitting her ass cheeks. My hand went over her side and
my hand was resting on her left breast.
I was half asleep, but my hand knew very well where it
was. Without thinking, I started to stroke her breast and
softly rub her nipple. While this was happening, my once
flaccid penis was growing, and pushing into her crack.
She claims she was asleep at the time but she changed
position bending forward so that my now very rigid self
was at the entrance of her 'all of a sudden' wet crotch.
I had mentioned before how here natural fluids flowed
like a stream from deep within her when she got aroused.
Asleep or awake she was drenched. I had no problem
slipping into her even though I had never done it from
the back with anyone before. It was a whole new world of
feelings. And I loved it. Finally she woke enough to
realize what we were doing. I pushed as deeply as I could
and stopped inside her. I heard her make a soft cooing
sound.
She admitted later that she could have gone back to sleep
with me all the way up inside her, it felt of warm and
close for her. Unfortunately our bodies aren't built to
respond that way. Soon I could feel myself starting to
get to the grandfather of all explosions. I flooded her
already soaked insides even further.
She hadn't come yet, so as I started to shrink in size
and fall out of her, she rolled over and guided my hand
into this mess. I was still in the midst of passion, and
while kissing her warmly I was able to bring her to a
very nice well-deserved orgasm.
Sharon and I had already shared a wealth of firsts. This
added to that list. This was a discovery for her that she
would get so turned on by her lover's hand dipping into
their combined fluids and rubbing it all over her pussy
and clit.
She found that the very thought of what was happening
drove her even faster towards her orgasm. This was the
first time from behind, which she later admitted she
could take or leave. But for both of us the thing that
was the most important of all was this was the first time
either one of us had had intercourse spontaneously.
I guess it's no big deal to most people, but it meant the
whole world to us. Nothing had been planned, and we never
had any intentions of doing it, it just happened. It was
one of those magic moments in life. I honestly felt that
someday she and I would be married. It didn't happen that
way, but at that time I really thought that would be. Of
course, at one time I was convinced that Marla and I
would some day marry, and that never happened.
Not from exhaustion, but from contentment both Sharon and
I feel back asleep. I woke a couple more times during the
early morning. Each time this beautiful angel was
snuggled up against me. I guess you'll just have to
forgive an old man for reminiscing. It was after this
night I knew I wanted to be married to someone, someday.
When morning did come, everyone else seemed to have slept
very nicely through the night. No one seemed to have
heard Sharon and me. Not that it would have made any
difference.
The day went on very uneventfully. We swam, fished (or
tried to look like we were fishing), and rested. I laid
down on the sleeping bags and started to doze off. I had
mentioned about Marla's voracious sexual appetite during
her periods. She was in the third day of her period and
was getting very horny.
While I was just getting ready to catch some serious
'Z's' she laid down along side me, only with her feet
towards my head. I had just shut my eyes when I felt her
mouth covering my cock. I have to admit there are times
when sleep doesn't seem too terribly important.
No matter how tired I felt, that part of my anatomy was
wide-awake to Marla's mouth. It wasn't very long before
she had it up and running. She climbed on top of me and
settled her now red headed pussy over my shaft and
proceeded to ride me with reckless abandon. This has
always been one of the more difficult positions for me to
come in.
Maybe my semen is so heavy it can't overcome gravity. I
don't know why. But after she several minutes and her
quite obviously getting very satisfied by the actions she
was doing, I grabbed her and rolled her over on her back.
I guess I figured if I was going to get any rest around
her, I had to tire her out. Of course I had learned that
at this time of the month, there was very little chance
of me being able to accomplish this.
As far as screwing goes, this was the deepest, most
intense I had felt ever. Marla had brought her legs up
and over my shoulders. We had been caught in a tradition
of being very ordinary in our positions up to this time,
all of us. She was more wet than I had ever remembered,
and much more vocal. When I came, I almost passed out
because of the intensity.
I guess you might say that within a few hours of this day
I had learned some things about my own response to
screwing. This was more physically satisfying than
earlier with Sharon, but my time with Sharon went deeper
into my soul.
I know there are the purest out there that have no
comprehension of how we could share each other in this
non monogamous relationship we were all in, but I now
think it was because of the attitude of the ladies. They
all four were willing to accept bi sexuality to some
degree which seemed to liberate them. Our sharing was
becoming pretty well defined by now anyway.
I was usually matched up with Sharon and Marla, Terry was
with Gail 80 percent of the time and with Ellen the rest
of the time. I never had intercourse with Gail or Ellen
that summer. Actually Ellen and I never did have
intercourse. It was kind of mutual. The girls found
comfort in each other no matter what the combination was.
But this time it had been Marla and myself, both of us
exhausted and sweating. When I finally got my wind back
and started to get up, I looked down at her crotch. We
had created an all time mess on the sleeping bag. It
looked like I had cleaned our days catch on it.
I tried my best to clean it up, but it turned out to be
permanently stained. I wasn't going to worry about it
since the only time you could see the stain was when it
was spread out. Rolled up the stain was hidden. It was
one of my bags, so I would be the only one to use it or
see it.
My father had died. And my mother needed to move to a
smaller home. I went up north (I was living in Southern
California by then) to help her back and move. We had a
yard sale to sell of some excess articles that she
wouldn't have room for. I saw that old sleeping bag. I
was able to rescue it and still have it today. Not as a
trophy, but as a memento of what all of us meant to each
other that summer.
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. That night we
mostly talked about what we were looking forward to with
the new school year coming. Marla was a little
apprehensive about the next year because she was still
uncomfortable with not knowing anyone at her school.
The other five of us were going to be together. No matter
what we said, Marla was not going to be happy. As it
worked out, because she had the five of us as friends,
her parents relented and let her stay with her
grandmother for her senior year of high school and go
with us. I say relented, and that's not fair. Mrs.
Knight's health wasn't that great and she had already had
a couple of bad falls. So it really solved a couple of
problems.
Our sleeping arrangements remained the same for that
night. The only mishap was Sharon waking up in the middle
of the night. Her period had started and she was going to
need to take immediate care of it. I never knew that
something like that could wake a woman up out of a sound
sleep.
The following day some of us decided to explore above the
dam. Because we would be unprotected by our little spot,
we put shorts and shirts on. Marla and Ellen decided to
stay at the campsite. While we were gone, they had
decided to go down to the creek and practice their
fishing. It was while they were fishing that they didn't
pay attention to the trail leading to our campsite.
The noise of the water rushing around the rocks in the
stream hid any other sounds. If they had been looking,
they would have seen a forest ranger coming up the trail.
Ellen told me later that she had no idea how long he
stood there before he asked them if they were catching
any fish. I guess the normally brash and composed Marla
panicked and fell headlong into the water only to come up
sputtering something about the fish and not being able to
catch anything.
I guess the ranger was far too amused to scold the girls
for their lack of clothing. All he said was for them to
keep a better watch because if some civilians were to see
them 'dressed' the way they were, they would be reported.
He didn't care if they wanted to be dressed or undressed,
just to be careful. He also warned that the creek was
scheduled to be restocked in two days and there would be
a crew up in this area around noon.
When the other four of us got back, we heard all the
horror stories. I guess Ellen was cool until the ranger
left and then went to the tent and cried. I was caught
between laughing at them, scolding them for being
careless, and wanting to console my sister for what she
felt was real humiliation.
Marla had bruised her leg when she fell and asked if she
could sleep with me. I still don't understand the
connection, but am sure she just needed the sympathy.
That night it became obvious that Gail and Terry were
getting very amorous. I hadn't mentioned it before now,
but Gail was very loud when she orgasmed. If she ever had
an orgasm near a cemetery, the dead would get up to see
what the disturbance was all about. Marla and I were
snuggled up together and starting to drift off. Then we
heard Gail warming up.
Soon her cries got louder as she was feeling closer. I
could hear Ellen and Sharon giggling. Marla was shaking
trying to stifle her laughter. I could just imagine all
the wild creatures in the forest running for cover. When
she finally subsided, as if by script all four of us let
out a cheer and applause.
But probably the funniest day camping could have been the
most tragic.
*** Chapter Eight - More of the Great Outdoors
It was during the middle of the week. After breakfast
Terry and Gail headed out to pick up more provisions at
the ranger station. I was doing some maintenance around
the campgrounds, Sharon and Ellen decided to relax. Marla
went to the creek to wash, or at least that's what I had
assumed she was going to do. But instead of washing she
had decided to go swimming, without a partner.
By the way, before any ecologically minded people get
upset about us polluting the water with soap while we
washed ourselves, our routine was to get wet, soap down
at the campsite, and pre-rinse at the campsite. We always
had a pot of water kept warm for this. The trip to the
creek was only for a final rinse.
Marla did go down to do a final rinse, but she had gotten
used to the water's coldness and ventured too far out
into the creek. She was a fair swimmer at best, but no
match for the current. I don't know why none of us heard
her cries for help, but the three of us were unaware that
she was being swept out of control by the creek's
current.
It was a few minutes later when I started to wonder what
was taking her so long that I decided to go looking for
her. I got to the pool area, and she was nowhere to be
seen. I was panicked. I ran back and threw on a pair of
pants, yelled at Sharon and Ellen that Marla was gone,
and headed down the bank of the creek. I was practically
in tears worrying that I would find her body washed up on
shore, or that I would never find her.
All sorts of ugly thoughts and repercussions were going
through my mind. How could I ever explain what happened?
When they did eventually find her, how could we explain
that why she was nude? What would I tell her parents?
Would I be made responsible? Why wasn't I given a chance
to tell her I loved her? Why did she go into the water
alone?
I had gone a full two hundred yards along the riverbank.
There was no sign of her. I was calling for her, hoping
she had just gotten lost. Lost? How would I explain when
she was found, dead or alive, why she was nude?
I rounded a sharp bend the creek made and stopped. There
was a bunch of boy scouts in a huddle. I went charging
for the group to ask if they had seen a girl......a nude
girl. After all these were normal young boys. If they had
seen a nude girl, they would have remembered.
As I got closer, I realized that there was something on
the ground they were looking at. Could it be? As I got
closer, I realized it was Marla. She was lying on the
ground with about eight boys gathered around her. Another
one was on the ground with Marla given her artificial
respiration (the days before mouth to mouth). The only
problem was Marla was protesting that she didn't need it.
I think the boys all wanted a chance to help her.
"Marla! Are you okay?"
She was frantic. "Tell them to let me up. I'm fine now."
"Relax guys."
"Does she belong to you mister?"
"Yes she's with me."
"We saw her floating down the stream and ran to here to
pull her out. We were only trying to make sure she was
going to be okay."
"I understand. I want to thank all of you for your
outstanding work. What troop are you from?"
Marla was now on her feet next to me feeling more than
just a little conspicuous.
"You mean you're just a patrol. But where is the rest of
your troop?"
Marla started to pull on my arm to get out of here. Most
of the boys were giving her the wonderful full body
inspection.
"Where is the rest of the troop?"
"About two miles on the other side of the creek in Ewing
Meadow," said their patrol leader.
Marla was really tugging on my arm now. She was getting
very impatient.
"You have some rough terrain between here and the meadow.
I've been up here a lot of times and the best way to go
is to....."
"Bill, let's get back. Now!!!"
"You sound like you've done a lot of camping here," said
the patrol leader.
"Yes I have. I'm an eagle scout myself. Troop 119."
"Bill!!!!!!"
"Are you guys staying in the area long?"
"No this was just a 'wilderness excursion' and we sort of
got lost."
"For petes sake Bill. Get me out of here."
"Well I would be really careful going back. The trail
through Argon Heights is steep."
About that time Ellen and Sharon found us and came
running over to Marla, pulling her away from her
appreciative audience. The boys were sad for two reasons.
One, they were losing their first real live nude girl,
one whom they did after all save from a certain death
(another hundred yards and she would have been in the
middle of some pretty good rapids. As weak as she had
gotten already and she wouldn't have made it.), and two,
Ellen and Sharon were dressed.
As Sharon and Ellen escorted Marla safely back to the
campsite, I finished my conversation with the boys and
went back myself. I expressed my sincere appreciation for
saving her. If they hadn't gotten lost at that time and
been where they could see Marla, my entire life would
have been very different, for Marla would most certainly
have drowned.
When I got back to the campsite, Marla was ice cold to
me. Her Irish temper had made her really steamed. I
wonder now how someone that hotly steamed could be so
cold.
"Marla?"
"I don't want to talk to you."
"What did I do?"
"What did you do? I'm standing there bare assed naked,
with a hundred pre teen boys slobbering all over the
place, and you stand there bull shitting with them."
I know it's hard to believe with all that we had done
sexually with each other, but those were just about the
very first words of profanity any of us had ever uttered.
Even during some very wild and vocal orgasms. Ellen and I
were taught not to use profanity. We weren't even allowed
to say words like 'gee' or 'gosh' or 'darn'; mom said
these were minced 'O's' and were "weak attempts to take
the Lords name in vain." I still don't use profanity, at
least I picked up one good habit.
"I was learning what they were doing up here."
"Then why was it so important to find out what platoon
they were with?"
"Patrol."
"Patrol, platoon, I really don't give a damn."
"I had to find out so I knew where they would be the rest
of the week. Marla. Those boys saved your life. You were
so weak you would never have made it past the rapids."
"You thanked them. But you made me stand there and give
them a show."
"I'm sorry."
"You'll be even more sorry."
Now I was getting defensive, "why did you go swimming
alone when I told you up front what the rules are? That's
why I gave that rule to everyone."
There was total silence as Marla stormed into the tent.
If it had a door she could have slammed, she would have
slammed it. When she emerged, she was fully dressed. She
went over to the log and sat down with her back to me.
The tension was broken with Terry and Gail's arrival.
"Did you miss us?" Gail called.
Ellen and Sharon ran over to Gail and Terry and told them
what had happened. The two of them were more than fair.
They saw both sides and gave an accurate account of what
happened. Gail nodded and put the supplies away. A few
minutes later, she was sitting on the log with her arm
around Marla talking to her.
After ten minutes or so of conversation both girls went
into the tent, and when the emerged, they were both back
into our normal camping uniforms.
Marla and I didn't speak the rest of the day. After lunch
I laid on the sleeping back to rest. My eyes were just
closing when Marla laid down next to me. He feet were
towards my head. Without saying a word I felt her mouth
kissing and then covering my cock. She was getting it
nice and hard. "A peace offering?" I thought to myself.
It felt good, and I was anticipating even more fun. She
got me totally warmed up and hard. I was standing as tall
as any ponderosa around us. Then she got up and started
to walk away.
"Where are you going?"
"You have two hands. If you want to relieve yourself, do
it. Maybe you can call your boy scout friends to watch
you too." And she went running off to be with Ellen and
Sharon.
Later that afternoon after the others had told Marla how
panicked I had been when I went looking for her, and how
much I cared, she came to me and we had a great talk. I
realized then that she still hadn't given up Brian. It
amazes me just how loyal some women are when the man they
are loyal to don't deserve it. Our conversation did
solidify our relationship even further.
This camping trip really had little else of note that
happened. We really did rest, fish, hike, and even pan
for gold (this is right in the mother lode area.). I had
mentioned that all the girls seemed to have their periods
at the same time. Ellen was a day or so behind Sharon,
and Gail was the following morning. So even the idea of
an all out orgy didn't materialize. I don't think that
was ever really our intent anyway.
We returned home rested and ready to hit the books at
school. The next weekend was the Labor Day weekend and
school started the following Tuesday.
I had mentioned that Marla was going to live with her
grandmother.
Mrs. Knight was in her late 70's and needed help around
the house. Marla volunteered to live with her. She was up
front with her parents also that this would allow her to
enroll in our high school, which would put her with a
group of friends. Her parents had met all of us and were
thrilled about this part of it. They were just a little
concerned about her living somewhat unsupervised.
I saw a lot of Marla that year. She wasn't one of the
better students in school. She was super intelligent, but
she had never applied herself. So she would spend several
nights a week in my front room where we would study
together and I would tutor her (I had mentioned that my
place had a front room and a bedroom. The front room was
furnished with a desk, two chairs and a couch).
My mother used to make all kinds of excuses to come into
the room to see if we were doing fine. It wasn't that she
didn't really trust us, it's just that she was being a
mother. So we always had fresh cookies, something to
drink, sandwiches and whatever her excuse was that night
to come in.
Needless to say, we always behaved ourselves. Marla's
grades improved dramatically. So much so that her parents
personally called my mother and father to thank them. (I
know, I did the pushing, Marla did the work, and my
parents got the thanks. Grownups!)
Ellen was busy with her schoolwork. Sharon was busy with
being a cheerleader and carrying a full academic load.
Gail was busy becoming the person she was inside. She and
Terry were inseparable.
I actually saw more of Marla than I did of my own sister.
The only time anything ever happened between us was a big
surprise to me.
She wasn't supposed to be home, she was accompanying her
grandmother to some function. My parents were at some
special meetings at church, Ellen was baby-sitting and I
was alone. I decided that I would take an early shower
and go to bed early.
I turned on the water to the shower and got undressed. I
was standing there in the shower adjusting the water's
temperature when I heard the shower door open. I turned
around and much to my surprise there was Marla. She was
completely dressed for the shower. I had no idea how she
undressed so fast and how I failed to hear or see her.
But she was there.
The shower was more than large enough for two people so
when she came in it wasn't as though it was crowded. I
just had not expected company. "Grandmother wasn't
feeling well, so she took her medicine to help her sleep,
and I was lonely. You don't mind do you?"
That wasn't a hard question to answer. I just turned
around and pulled her tightly up to me. Well, as tightly
as I could. I hadn't had any sexual activity for several
weeks by now. I wasn't horny, just ready.
We soaped each other's bodies and spend time rubbing our
bodies against each other. What fun. It's more sensual
than overtly sexual. I tease about Marla's bust size. It
wasn't as though she was she was flat-chested. I would
say she was somewhere between an A cup and a B cup. Her
nipples were always erect. She loved (and still does)
tons of attention paid to her breasts.
But the feel of the soap on our bodies, the hot water
coming down on both of us and the feel of her naked body
against me was just plain sensual. I didn't want it to
end. When we kissed, it just added to the feeling of
closeness we felt towards each other.
We stepped from the shower and took time and care to dry
each other off. It wasn't that I hadn't seen all of her
before, but this seemed like it was a new body I was
viewing as I carefully and lovingly dried off each area.
When she reciprocated, it was almost like she was
massaging my body softly with the towel. Through all of
this neither one of us said anything. We were just
spending time worshipping a dear friend.
We walked with our arms around each other to my bed and
just fell on top of it. Our lips met and refused to leave
each other. I know I was hard and ready for action. But
somehow that didn't seem to want to fit into the
equation. I had this wonderful friend of mine with me. I
could feel our joint body warmth feeding each other. Her
mouth tasted so wonderful.
I was so aware of the feel of her breasts smashed against
me, and erect nipples pushing against my chest. Her mons
was now fully grown out with copper red pubic hair, and
was pressed against my belly. Even her slight sighs and
moans were like music to me.
I broke my mouth away from her lips and moved across her
breasts. How wonderful her nipples felt in my mouth as I
nursed on them like a baby. I was so engrossed with her
breasts that I wasn't even aware that my hand had moved
to between her legs. Even though I had dried her
completely from the shower, she was still wet. As wet as
the shower could have made her. I could now smell that
sweet aroma that can only come from deep within a woman.
It was very persistent as it beckoned my lips and tongue
to seek it's source.
Leading with a trail of kisses from her chest to the edge
of her hair, my lips moved closer to this perfume of
love. Soon I was at the very edge of her vagina. Her
inner lips were already swollen with excitement, begging
my tongue to play with them and to dive deeply inside of
Marla. I'm not even aware how long I was there because it
really didn't matter how long.
All that mattered was she was getting closer to her
explosion, and I hadn't spent enough time at this shrine.
As she came, I quickly put a couple fingers deeply inside
her and moved my mouth up again against her now even more
erect nipples. Marla loved coming with my fingers deep
inside her. Even after she had subsided I kept my fingers
there. She responded with genuine tears of satisfaction
and pleasure.
We were laying there quietly as I saw the reflection of
headlights flash through the window of my room. My
parents had returned for the night and because we had
left the light on in my front room, my mother would be
sure to pop in to say goodnight.
"Marla, quick, grab your clothes and go into the
bathroom, my mother is going to come in to say
goodnight."
Marla sprang to her feet and gathered up all her clothes,
which were luckily next to the door of the bathroom. She
took everything and ran into the bathroom and hid herself
in the shower.
I quickly got under the covers and pretended I was asleep
as I heard my mother approach my 'quarters'.
"Bill. You forgot to turn the light off in the front
room."
"Huh? What? Oh I'm sorry mom. I was so tired I just laid
down to get some rest after my shower and was going to
get up to finish my studies, but I fell asleep."
"That's okay son. That's what mothers are for," she
stopped at the edge of my doorway. Then she looked around
and started to smell the air. I'm almost certain she
could smell Marla. And was so glad she didn't come closer
to me, because my face was covered with the delightful
taste and smell of her. She looked kind of quizzically
and then shrugged her shoulders as if to say that it must
be her imagination.
"Good night mom. And thanks for turning out the light."
"Good night son," and she turned and walked away, turning
off the light just before she closed the door.
I waited until I was certain she had gone into the house,
and then I jumped out of bed and got Marla, who by now
was getting cold. We got back into bed and cuddled to
make her feel warmer. Soon we were drifting to sleep in
each other's arms.
When I woke up, it was 1:30 in the morning. "Marla. You
have to get back home. It's 1:30!"
With this news Marla jumped up and set a land speed
record for getting dressed. If there had been an Olympic
record for moving to get home, she set it.
It would be some 27 years before she and I would finish
this night and be back in bed together.
*** Chapter Nine - Gail on a Stormy Night
It was the Friday after Thanksgiving that Gail and Terry
had a big disagreement. Gail was still dealing with her
poor self-image. And Terry had done everything he could
to build her up. They got into an argument and weren't
speaking. To Gail this was the very end of their
relationship. I say all this preamble, because Gail and I
did end up in bed together during our senior year. It
wasn't planned. When She and Terry did go back together,
nothing was ever said nor was it ever brought up between
us.
Marla had gone with her parents to Arizona for the
holidays, so it was left to Gail to stay with her
grandmother. It was a cold, and wet night. We had just
had two days of rain. I was in the house with my parents
when the phone rang. It was Gail. "Grandmother just fell
and I can't get her up. Please help me."
My dad knew right away what had happened. She had
suffered a fractured hip. His mother had suffered the
same thing 10 years earlier, and had died from
complications. So this was serious.
"Bill you get over there now and I'll call an ambulance.
Ellen help your mother locate some other relatives, and
see who can meet us at the hospital."
I got over to Mrs. Knight's house and she was on the
floor in real pain. She couldn't move. "Gail, dad thinks
she may have a broken hip. I get a blanket to keep her
warm. You just keep talking to her until the ambulance
comes."
I was competent with first aid and worked with Gail to
keep Mrs. Knight from going into shock, in the mean time
I knew she was in a lot of pain. Gail was getting
panicky. Marla and Gail loved their grandmother; but then
everyone loved her. She was one of those dear creatures
who seems to come into your life just to bless you and
bring you happiness.
The ambulance came and took her quickly to the hospital.
Ellen and mom were able to get in touch with Gail's
parents. "I'll take Gail to the hospital and stay with
her until they let her know what needs to be done," I
told my family.
Gail and I arrived at the hospital in time to see her
parents. This was another one of those cases where
reputation proceeds a person, because Gail's mother ran
over to me and hugged me before she even said hello to
Gail. "Thank you for your help," she said through the
tears of concern.
"Don't thank me. If Gail hadn't kept her wits about her
we would have had some major problems. She did everything
she had to."
Her mother turned to Gail, and hugged and kissed her, "of
course honey, Bill's right. Thank you. The doctor said he
thinks it's a broken hip and Grandmother will be here for
a few days."
"What do you think I should do?" Gail's parents had
purchased tickets and made reservations to go skiing over
the weekend. They had excluded Gail since she was staying
with her grandmother.
I interjected, "Gail will be fine. We're next door and
she can eat with us. If she gets frightened, she can come
over and stay with Ellen."
"Do you think your parents will mind?"
"Not in the least. What about you Gail."
She looked at her parents and then at me. She turned her
attention back to her mother and said, "Bill's family has
treated me like one of them. Please go and have fun. I'll
be fine."
"I'll bring her to the hospital everyday while you're
gone. Please go and enjoy yourselves. There isn't
anything you need to do. Gail will be either at her
grandmother's or our house so you can get updates from
the hospital."
Gail's mother came over to me and kissed my cheek, "you
and your sister have been sent from heaven. Gail is the
happiest I've ever seen her since she's met you two and
your friends."
They left the hospital because they had a train to catch
and Mrs. Knight was still under sedation. The operation
went well for an emergency procedure. Gail and I stayed
there until the doctor told us to go home. At about
10:00, I called my house and told my parents I was coming
home and would see Gail safely home first.
The rain had let up and the streets were starting to dry,
so the drive home was safe and quick. When I pulled into
my driveway, I saw that my parents had already gone to
bed. Gail and I went into the house. Ellen was there, so
we brought her up to speed so she could relay it to
mother. I then took Gail home to her grandmothers.
It was about an hour later when another storm hit. This
one had lightning and thunder, with howling winds. I
thought I heard a knock at my door. I didn't think it was
the family. So I got up and put on a robe. When I opened
the door there was Gail. She looked like a drowned
animal. She had a flimsy housecoat on and slippers. She
was crying, "can I stay with you. I'm scared." With that
a loud crash of thunder came and she jumped at me
practically knocking me over.
"I pulled her inside and shut the door behind us. Why
didn't grab an umbrella? You're soaked to the skin."
"I only have a robe on," she said as she pulled the robe
off revealing her bare skin underneath, "please let me
stay with you."
There wasn't a chance on earth that I would make Gail go
home. We were friends, she had gone through so much
already that night, she and Terry were not talking, she
was freezing cold, and she was so beautiful even
drenched.
I led her to my bed and helped her in. Then I put her
robe in the bathroom next to the heater to dry out some.
By the time I climbed in bed next to her I was feeling
cold, so the two of us cuddled close to keep each other
warm, or to warm each other up.
It seemed like a few minutes and the two of us were nice
and warm. Neither one of us had any intention of making
the night a sexual night. But it would prove to be so.
Gail was never a person to do anything lightly. She did
everything with all her heart. Her feelings were
expressed from the top of her head to the soles of her
feet. She was an extremely passionate person. This became
even more evident while we talked. We were pressed
together lightly and talking. Our conversation wasn't
about sex or even love. We were talking about school,
classes teachers, some of the kids at school.
All the time my hand was petting her breast. I wasn't
aware how aroused she was getting until she pulled back
slightly to free her nipple from full contact with my
chest. It had hardened to become totally erect. They had
been erect while she was standing there nude, but once we
had warmed up they relaxed and blended into the contour
of the main part of her breasts.
I hadn't done this to arouse her. It was much the same as
rubbing her arms or back. It just felt nice to rub her
breasts. They were so soft yet so firm. I felt Gail pull
my head down to lay it between them. Of the four girls,
this was the one whose breasts gave the most cushion. We
didn't miss a beat in our conversation as she then pushed
a nipple against my lips. I had had her nipple in my
mouth before, but this was so different.
This lady I was giving comfort to was offering me that
wonderful symbol of comfort and protection. Her nipple
was even more erect now. I took it into my mouth and
gently nursed on it. It felt so very natural. So warm and
natural. I could hear Gail cooing like a dove.
In spite of her poor self-image, she was aware of just
how nice her breasts were. She took great pride in them
and gained such satisfaction from them. Marla's nipples
insisted on being treated roughly, but Gail's wanted
desperately to be the nurturers.
I have no idea how long I was there sucking on her
breasts, because it didn't matter. At this moment in our
lives the two of us were receiving what we needed. I
could feel her lips press against my forehead as she
would tenderly kiss me in a motherly way. She was made to
be a mother, and was to someday be an outstanding mother.
This was the deepest desire in her heart. It was strange,
but at this time my penis had remained flaccid. I wasn't
being sexually aroused.
But that ended when I felt her hand land on my thigh and
move down until it rested on my cock. Her hands were big.
She had long slender fingers. But the most noticeable
thing about her hands were that she had a feather like
touch, and they were always warm hands. She cupped my
balls in her hand and then slowly moved her fingers along
my now lengthening shaft. She was a 17 year old with the
touch of a much more mature woman.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to feel her lips against mine
or feel her wetness with my hand. So I determined to have
her indicate to me what she wanted. That was answered
quickly as I looked up at her sweet face and she moved in
closer to mine. I had to adjust my body so that the two
of us could kiss. By doing this I couldn't reach down to
feel her wet pussy. But this was her symphony and I
wanted her to conduct it. I was just needed to play my
part in what she wanted and needed.
Gail's kisses were always special. She had very soft
lips. They seemed to caress my entire mouth. Her tongue
was aggressive and full of expression as it pushed past
our coupled lips and sought my tongue. Gail had worn
braces up until a year or so before this and she had
perfectly straight teeth (sorry my career always reflects
this bias), my tongue enjoyed brushing across their
smooth surface. I was lost in her kisses. I wasn't even
aware how stiff she had gotten me, because I was so
preoccupied. I couldn't even tell you how long we kissed
for because that didn't even matter.
Everything about this encounter was tenderness and
sensuality. We were not in the throes of wild, lustful
passion. We were taking our time and enjoying each
other's company.
When I was finally able to get my hand between Gail's leg
and onto her pussy, it was wet. Not the overflowing wet
of a Sharon, but a solidly wet.
"Please Bill, I need you in me right now."
We had worked the covers off of our bodies by now.
Climbing on top of Gail was like no other thrill I had
enjoyed. She was a luxury model. Even at 17 I was good
sized, but she could take all of me and ask for more. It
didn't take long for her to come. I could hear her
starting and remembering how loud she could get, I put a
pillow over her mouth (something we laughed about for
years). Even with her cries of joy muffled, she was still
loud enough that I was hoping for more thunder to cover
her sounds.
Not only was she loud when she came. Her entire body
showed her pleasure. She brought her legs up trapping me
between her knees. The pressure she used against my body
was tremendous. I continued to push on past her orgasm
until I too was able to explode, emptying my entire
contents deeply inside her. I could feel it oozing up
along the shaft of my cock.
We laid there coupled for some time until I wasn't stiff
enough to stay in her. As I fell out she gave a small
moan of dissatisfaction.
I was going to rise up to kiss her some more but she had
other ideas, "please eat me now."
I don't know if it was psychological or what, but the
thought of eating her with her filled with my ejaculation
was not appealing to me at all. I had come off of my
lustful high and was really not interested in the
possibility of getting semen in my mouth, no matter where
I was to go to get it. And it wasn't because I was a
prude. I had licked Sharon's anus after she pooped that
one time in the mountains.
I had rimmed Sharon and Marla a few times and never
questioned when was the last time they washed. One time
Marla was in the middle of her period and made me remove
her tampon with my teeth and eat her. And one time I had
Gail, Sharon and Marla pee on my fingers one at a time
and then taste them individually to see if they tasted
differently (which they did). But I was stuck, tasting
semen? I heard her say "please" one more time.
I really wanted to be a good sport and to be what Gail
needed. I took a deep breath and covered her vulva with
my mouth. I could immediately taste my semen. I had never
tasted it before, but knew immediately what it was. I was
fighting a small feeling of repulsiveness. But the whole
time had been so wonderful. I finally showed that I
indeed did have 'balls'.
I got over my silliness and was soon bringing Gail back
into another wonderful orgasm. Soon my inhibition was
eased by my cock waking from it's tiny slumber. As it
rose, the walls of my inhibitions lowered. I was soon
plunging my tongue down deeply into Gail's vagina. She
was soon coming into yet another massive orgasm.
I was going to do something about her cries when I heard
her cries being muffled by the pillow.
We found so much pleasure with each other for a couple of
hours that night. The last time I looked at the clock it
was 1:00 in the morning.
Finally there just wasn't an orgasm left in either of our
bodies. I moved back up even with Gail and pulled the
blankets over the two of us. Soon we were both sound
asleep.
A couple hours later I was awaken by Gail. She was having
a bad dream and was very agitated. She was soaked with
sweat and was crying. I shook her to wake her up. "It's
trying to kill me," she cried.
"What's trying to kill you Gail?"
She was still half asleep and very incoherent, "it is.
Can't you see it?"
Finally when she was fully awake, I got up and got a
towel to dry her off. As we talked, she couldn't remember
her dream, but knew she had had similar dreams before. I
held her in my arms and assured her that I would protect
her. As it turned out, this was not just a type of dream
she had had before, but it was a recurring dream.
I have often wondered if her body was trying to warn her
about the cancer that was invading her body. Gail died of
cancer some 12 years later.
It was about 6:00 in the morning, the two of us had
gotten back to sleep and were sound asleep when I heard
my mother's voice calling to me. "Bill?" She was coming
up the pathway.
"I'm just getting ready to take my shower mom. What do
you need?"
"No rush. I just wanted you to know that your father and
I are going to the shop this morning to get some final
work done. I made waffle batter and it's in the
refrigerator. You better check on Gail this morning to
see if she's okay. Make sure you feed her breakfast also.
We'll see you after lunch."
"Okay mom."
Gail and I got up and showered. It had stopped raining. I
gave her on of my bathrobes and we went towards the
house. Ellen was still in bed so Gail crawled in bed with
Ellen while I fixed breakfast and called the hospital.
Mrs. Knight was released from the hospital a few days
later, Marla came back to care for her, and Gail went
back home.
The rest of our senior year was pretty much uneventful. I
continued to tutor and study with Marla. I got pretty
tough on her as a tutor, which didn't inspire any
intimacy between us. This was fine with me because Sharon
and I were getting a little closer to each other. Our
senior year ended with Gail and Terry as a couple and
Sharon and I as a couple.
After our commencement, there was a big grad party. That
would be the last time ever that the six of us would be
together. Ellen had a chance to spend the entire summer
in Europe. So it was the five of us.
We camped a few times during that summer. We never used
our backyard for our 'parties' again. There were a couple
of times that Sharon brought her two younger sisters
Karen and Erin with us to go camping. Karen was five
years younger than Sharon and Erin was seven years
younger. Sharon had clued them in on the dress code while
camping and swore them to secrecy. As I think about it
now, that was a very risky thing for us to do, trusting
an eleven year old to keep her nude camping a secret. But
we did manage to get away with it.
The two younger girls turned out to be outstanding
campers. They loved the outdoors life. They also took to
nudism like 'fish to water' (a phrase I just made up).
They also loved making me come with them when they had to
visit the latrine, although I had stopped the wiping
game. Our sleeping arrangements changed with the two of
them. Everyone had to stay in their own sleeping bags.
Karen had insisted that my sleeping bag be between her
and Sharon, which at the time didn't appear important,
but later became an indication of the rest of my life.
Sharon's father was a dentist. He had been our family
dentist since we cut our first teeth. He was the main
reason I went into dentistry myself. He worked with me
teaching me things that they would never teach me in
school. He and I became very close friends. It was
because of him that I was able to get into one of the
finest dental schools in the nation. He had been an
important person in the alumni association and was able
to pull strings for me.
When I went to college, Sharon started out writing every
day, and then every other day, and soon it was down to
once or twice a month. We had agreed that we should both
date since we were so far away from each other. I was
working in Southern California in the summers, so I never
got home during this time. As far as my sex life went, I
had a couple of college affairs but they were just that
and never went anywhere.
In 1962, I had one more year to go. Terry and Gail had
both graduated, Ellen had finished her pre-med work and
was getting ready to go to med school (today she is a
very fine Pediatrician). Sharon was working with her
father in the office and was one year away from being a
dental hygienist. Marla had gone back to New York to be
with Brian. I came back home to be the best man at Terry
and Gail's wedding.
*
The day of the wedding Marla shocked us all by showing
up. We had assumed she was still in New York. Not only
did she show up, but she was bigger than a house with a
baby. The baby still had a few weeks to go, and Marla
looked very pregnant.
So that meant that the only one missing the wedding was
Ellen.
I had planned to stay a couple more weeks to visit with
my parents.
Ellen was able to get back to be with the family a week
later. It was about that time that Marla's baby decided
to come into the world. She had planned an at home birth
with friends. Marla was really into the 60's before the
60's were in full force.
Mrs. Knight was still alive, but was very sick, so Marla
was living with her. Marla had broken up with Brian again
after she got pregnant. I somehow think she was using the
baby to trap him, but she will always deny this.
She knew Ellen was pre-med, so she called her to tell her
that the baby was coming a couple weeks early. Ellen said
something about it to my parents and me. She explained
that Marla wanted to have the baby at home with a
midwife, and that she wanted both Ellen and me there.
My mother was really upset about me being there. "It's
just not proper for a man who is not the woman's husband
to see her like that," she reasoned.
"Mom. I have taken anatomy classes. I have worked on
female cadavers. I have cut them open and handled their
uterus's and ovaries. This is not a sexual thing."
Mom wasn't happy, but she didn't argue anymore. A note on
my parents. My father was 18 years older than my mother.
He was in the Navy (before WWII), and she was working at
a local store. He was charmed by her and fell incredibly
in love with her. My mother if labeled today would carry
the label of being part of the 'Christian Right'. She was
very devout, and very real.
As far as sex went, however, she believed that anything a
husband and wife do with each other was completely
correct. When dad and I were able to talk as adults, he
told me how sexually active mom was with him. He used to
joke that he was the one who had the headaches. So not
all of the fundamental Christians are eunuchs.
Ellen and I went nest door to be with Marla, Sharon was
already there. Terry and Gail were on their honeymoon.
The only other person there was a licensed midwife. Ellen
watched with great skepticism. I watched in wonder. If
you have never watched a baby being born, you have no
idea of the power of this event. It will remain with me
forever.
From a clinical point of view, it went without a hitch.
Marla, despite her size, was built to have babies. She
suffered practically no tearing, and claimed to have very
little pain. Unlike Sharon, Marla had a high pain
threshold. (I have taken care of her teeth for years and
never used anything to deaden the nerves, even on an
extraction.)
After tons of work by Marla and the baby, and lot's of
cheering from us, Shari-Ellen Gail Knight came into the
world. She had been close to me to this very day.
*** Chapter 10 - From Then to Now
I was finishing up my schooling and was ready to graduate
in 1963. Sharon's father was going to help me with my
state board exams, and had hoped I would go into practice
with him. Sharon and I were still on very close and
friendly terms.
Terry and Gail were happily married and expecting their
first baby sometime in the summer. Marla was back in New
York trying again to make her relationship with Brian
work. Ellen was in med. school and was really doing well.
My parents called and said they were flying down for my
graduation. Ellen wasn't going to be able to come with
them. I hadn't heard from Sharon or her family and
assumed they weren't going to be able to make the long
trip. Because of the baby, I wasn't counting on seeing
Terry or Gail.
So I had counted on a quiet time with just the three of
us. This was a big moment for my dad. His son was going
to be 'working with his brain and not his hands' (not
completely true, but in essence it was so.) My graduation
ceremonies were very typical.
I had met my folks at the airport so I was routinely
going to see them afterwards to spend a quiet evening
with them. I found them after the ceremony and much to my
surprise they were not alone. There was Terry and Gail,
Ellen, Sharon and her sister Karen. They had left early
in the morning to make it in time and didn't miss a
moment. Five of the six of us were together again.
I guess I hadn't remembered how cute Karen was. She was
Sharon and then some. We all went out to dinner together.
I had invited my best friend from dental school along,
Jeff.
Jeff was born in Sweden. He came to the United States at
age 11. His parents still couldn't speak English very
well, but the four of us became close friends and they
were like a family away from home. When Jeff met Sharon,
I saw the way the two of them looked at each other. I
knew instantly that I had lost Sharon to my best friend.
You know, for some reason I was disturbed, but instead I
was excited for the two of them.
We had a big family dinner with my parents, the gang, and
Jeff's parents. After dinner I had to get my parents back
to the airport. They had to be back for the family
business. Ellen was going to fly back with them. I had an
old car that could barely make it to the airport. But we
did. Everyone else had gone over to Jeff's home to wait
for me to return.
My family was safely on their way home and I was on my
way to Jeff's home. I got there and his parents had gone
to bed leaving the six of us alone.
"Did you have any plans for the next few days, Bill?"
asked Gail.
"No. I was just going to relax before I went up north to
have Sharon's father work with me on the state boards.
Why do you ask?"
"Well we have talked to Jeff and he is willing to go
north with us. Sharon called her father and asked if he
would work with Jeff also and he said he would. So since
we have a few days to burn, we thought the six of us
might go camping."
"The mountains here aren't the same as up north," I said.
"I couldn't take the roughing it stuff in my condition,"
said Gail.
"We were thinking of going to a nudist camp."
I looked at Jeff, "you don't mind?"
"I grew up going to nudist camps in Sweden. We have gone
to the one Terry and Gail want to go to. It's a fine
place. The people are very nice and friendly."
"What about sleeping bags and tents?"
"We brought them with us. Why do you think the station
wagon was so full."
I had run out of arguments.
The next day we set out for the camp. The camp today is
the site of a college. I have often wondered how the
students would react if they knew that their school
grounds were once a nudist camp. (It carried the name
'The Lazy K Ranch' and was located in the San Bernardino
Mountains).
Terry drove. Gail had called the owners ahead of time to
tell them that she and her husband would be up there with
two other couples, so the owners were expecting us. For
some reason I sat in the back with Karen. I think this
was also planned, but I went along with it. Karen was now
19.
The camp was nice, fairly primitive, but very relaxing.
The owners were as kind and friendly as they come. We set
up a tent and spread the sleeping bags in a circle.
While we were setting things up, Terry and Gail zipped
their bags together of course; much to my surprise Sharon
and Jeff zipped a pair of bags together for them. Karen
and I had separate bags.
Gail looked so cute. But I have a thing about motherhood
and the way a pregnant woman looks. She was so beautiful.
That's one thing a nudist camp does, it keeps people from
hiding what they really are.
Sharon hadn't changed one bit. She was breathtakingly
beautiful in her natural state (and still is). She even
kept her hair the same way she had for years. She and
Karen had the deepest blue eyes to go with their lightly
tanned skin. Both Sharon and Karen were what nudist call
'cotton tails'; that is their bathing suit tan lines were
very obvious. When walking away and at a distance you
could see this tanned body with a milk white 'rear end'.
The entire day was spent relaxing. Karen was with me
constantly. I was still trying to get the baby sister
image out of my mind. She was doing everything in her
feminine power to make me do this. She was a fully-grown
woman now and she didn't want me to forget it. Sharon
also let me know in a subtle way that Karen was a 19-
year-old virgin. Not that it meant anything to her, Karen
just didn't find anyone she cared to get intimate with.
We got dressed to drive down the hill for dinner, the
camp had a snack bar and nothing else for meals. When we
returned we walked down towards our sleeping area. Karen
grabbed on to my arm and with the most sincere look on
her face said, "Terry and Gail will be sleeping together
tonight, Sharon and Jeff will be too."
"And?"
"Don't you think it's about time that you zip our two
bags together before it gets too dark to see what you're
doing."
I was flattered, "you want to sleep with me?"
"I've had a crush on you since I was 13. But you have
always wanted to be with Sharon and looked at me like I
was some little kid. It looks like Sharon is falling for
Jeff, and well I have decided that I need to let you know
how much I care for you. I want to sleep with you
tonight, in every sense of the word." Karen was never a
person to hint or beat around the bush. This was part of
her charm. She was down right honest about everything.
She expressed her feelings always in a clear concise
manner.
"I don't know what to say. I -- you're right. I have
always considered you and Erin as Sharon's baby sisters.
I'm sorry. I never have meant it as a put down." There
was nothing baby about Karen now. Facially she was her
sister's clone. Physically she was an inch or so taller,
and a little more bustier. They both had golden blonde
hair (on both areas of their bodies).
I thought for a few seconds and then hugged her, "Karen I
would love to have a woman as beautiful and wonderful as
you sleeping next to me. It would be a thrill and an
honor." It took me no time at all to zip our two sleeping
bags together.
Karen was glued to me all that evening. None of the
others had been that close to me so constantly. The only
time we were not together was when we went to the
bathroom (they do have separate facilities at nudist
camps). But even then she was right outside the door.
Our age difference now didn't mean anything. My father
was 18 years my mothers senior, so 5 years was nothing.
Because of fire regulations, we didn't have a fire pit to
keep us warm, or to give us light. We sat around and
talked with only a lantern burning to give us light. I
have no idea what time the six of us finally crawled into
our sleeping bags, but it had to be early.
It was pitch black that night. There was no moon, and we
were without a fire to give us any light. There was a
gentle wind blowing and the air had just a touch of
coolness to it. Excellent weather to cuddle in.
Our setup was fairly simple. Terry and Gail had their
sleeping bag set up between Jeff and Sharon and Karen and
me. There was about ten feet between couples. I bring
this up because after not being intimate around others
for a few years, I was just a little conscious of making
a lot of sexual sounds. I know that the others really
expected it. Sharon had hinted all evening about Karen
wanting to lose her virginity on this camp out, but I was
a real pansy.
Karen and I got into the sleeping bag together. She felt
so nice against me. At the time I had no idea what was
different about her than any other woman that I have had
the privilege of laying next to. I realize now that the
difference wasn't in her, but in me. I had the deep
feelings for this woman. I had not really felt anything
like this before.
Thirty-three years later and it is still fresh in my
soul. For some reason I just knew that this delightful
body next to me belonged there permanently. Feeling
Karen's warn soft nude body pressed against mine was so
wonderful. I mentioned that facially she was Sharon's
clone. Her personality was very different from her older
sisters. She was far more aggressive in everything she
did. We had just gotten settled in and her lips were
already on mine and her hand was wrapped on my cock.
I can still feel the soft firmness of her breasts that
night, there are times when those memories are very
vivid. I reached between her legs and felt another
similarity between the sisters. Karen had an internal
faucet that didn't know how to turn off. With my hand
resting and gently exploring her pussy, I felt her hand
go down to rest next to mine.
It was almost as if she was giving my hand a guided tour.
She withdrew her hand and rubbed her juices on my lips
with her fingers. I thought I was going to ejaculate at
that very moment. She returned her hand to her pussy and
brought even more of her flood with them. The way she did
it was so sensual. She then pushed her fingers past my
lips and into my mouth.
Without saying a word, she was asking me to taste her.
Her taste was ambrosia. It almost made me lose my self-
conscious edge. I wanted desperately to get the two of us
out of the sleeping bag and let my lips worship the
source of this taste. To bury my tongue deeply inside of
her and drink her fountain dry. I would have, but she
understood my reluctance and whispered in my ear for me
to bring her to a climax with my fingers. She felt she
was ready to come now and it wasn't going to take a lot
to push her over the edge.
As I worked my fingers into her vagina and out, she was
working on my swollen cock. I had never had a woman be
able to make me come either orally or with their hands
until this moment. As I heard Karen's breathing change
and I knew she was going to explode, I lost it.
With her muffled cries of ecstasy came my shots of hot
semen into her hand, on her belly, and all over the
sleeping bags interior. She released her grip as I
stopped shooting my semen and scrapped what she could off
her body and proceeded to put it in her mouth. This was
the first time she had ever tasted semen. She really
liked it, not loved it, liked it. She later would say
that it started out to be a mental craving and developed
into an acquired taste. Because later in life she loved
it.
With the same hand she dipped deeply into her vagina and
brought up very wet fingers, there was still enough of my
semen on her fingers to make this a blending of our
fluids. She placed her fingers on my lip, and into my
mouth to make sure I got the taste of our combined
flavors, and then she kissed me deeply using her tongue
to share the taste with me.
Were we frustrated that we had to resort to all this
symbolic gesturing to express a togetherness? Not hardly.
This became the beginning of a 24-hour period of
foreplay. We knew the rules of the camp and danced the
following day on the edge of these rules.
We were content and soon fell asleep. I was so aware of
the wetness of that sleeping bag the entire night.
As I previously mentioned, Gail was very pregnant. The
night was really a miserable one for her. She was tired
from a total lack of sleep. I went to the office and
asked where a motel was. When questioned by the owner of
the camp why that was going to be necessary, I explained,
"Mrs. Slader is very pregnant and the hard ground just
isn't going to let her get any rest at all. She didn't
sleep all night."
The owner's wife was a wonderful person who understood
what Gail was suffering. "Our daughter is away this
month. She has a nice double bed. You tell the Sladers to
stay there tonight. In fact, have Gail come to the office
and let her sleep on the bed now."
These people didn't know us. They didn't have to do this
for us. It was just there pure generosity. Yes, we most
certainly took them up on this offer.
Everyone was with me when I told them the news. To Karen
this immediately meant that this would be the night that
she would move from being a young virginal girl to a
woman, or at least she felt that way about it. When I say
we danced on the borders of the camp rules, they had a
strict 'no overt signs of affection between couples
allowed' rule. Karen spent that entire day glued to me.
In the pool where no one could see, she would get some
playful fondling in, and I would reciprocate any time I
got my chance. There weren't a lot of private places at
the camp, so we were forced to wait until it got dark. In
the meantime, I wasn't aware of it, but Sharon was
putting the same kind of pressure on Jeff.
Jeff and I got together and changed our sleeping bag
arrangement so that everyone felt a reasonable amount of
distance and privacy for the night. I don't know why we
were being so childish. Sharon knew that Karen wanted
badly for me to break her, and we all knew that Sharon
wanted to get Jeff's uncut cock inside her. Yet we did
carry on like a group of teens, pretending that no one
would know what we were doing if we were quiet and were
safe enough from close contact with the other couple.
I hope you will understand why I have chosen to not go
into what happened that night. I was wonderful. It was a
precious moment for both of us, and I'd rather not use
this forum to explain details.
All six of us left the camp a few days later and made our
way back to our hometown.
Terry's father was a plumbing contractor, and quite
successful. He brought Terry into the business after
Terry graduated from college. Terry had a sister who died
at age 12, so his mother wrapped all of her affections
around Gail. Terry's dad was crazy about Gail. If Terry
and Gail ever had an argument, the parents would take
Gail's side every time.
She and Mrs. Slader (well the two Mrs. Sladers) shopped
together, cooked together, and totally loved each other.
Terry and Gail had two sons. It was a couple of years
later that they learned of her cancer. She lasted a
little over one more year. The family was devastated.
It was three years later that Sharon's baby sister Erin
started to date Terry. She had worked on a career and
wanted to finally settle down. They married two years
after Gail's death, and are still very happily married
today. They have twin girls.
Sharon and Jeff got married after a very brief
engagement. They were married in 1964 and have just
celebrated their 32nd anniversary. They have four
daughters, all of whom look like Sharon, Karen and Erin,
it just runs in the genes I guess.
Ellen married one of the men from our church. They moved
to the northwest. We have never mentioned teen years to
him and to this day he has no clue. He's a great guy and
very good to her but he would never understand what went
on.
Marla never did get married. She tried to get Brian back
several times, and then she finally matured enough to
realize he was not to be (her words). Her daughter and
son might as well have been mine. Karen and I were at the
birth of her son William Terrance Knight. And both of
them are as close as my four children are to me.
Karen and I were married. We had four children together
(three daughters and a son.) She was taken away from me
by a drunk driver the night of her 40th birthday. My
children were the greatest things in my life during some
very lonely and ugly days. Marla and her two children
came to live with us a year later. Marla and I finished
our interrupted night, and have been close since. We will
never marry even though we have 6 children who constantly
work on us.
All of us meet several times a year for "family" get
togethers. It's easy when all of us except Marla are
related indirectly.
Jeff and I did pass our state boards (with flying colors
thanks to our father in law). He practices in Northern
California and I practice in Southern California.
We are all active nudists to this day. My grandchildren
are 3rd generation nudists. We love it and will never
change. Most of our family get togethers are at Jeff and
Sharon's since they have a small ranch like home with
lots of space and tons of privacy.
Would I have changed anything in my life? I don't think
so.
THE END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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