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Happy Days
By Anonymous (address withheld)
***
At age 17 (in 1956) something happened that changed the
lives of my twin sister, a few of our friends and of
course me. 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, the content is very close. (mf-yteens, coming-
of-age, orgy, bi, ws)
***
Chapter One - It All Begins
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.
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, 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 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 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 lay 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 Sun dress. 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 trash can.
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 trash can. 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 trash can. 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
it's 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 II: At Seventeen
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 teen aged 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 bogey man
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 school
teachers 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 were 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 cross ways
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 it's
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 play ground 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 III: 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
which 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 house
work 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 door bell 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 life time. 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 others.
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 IV: Terry Joins Us
I have learned that one man can not 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 wimp.
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 slaughter house. 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 swim suits 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 V: 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. Knight's house in a two piece
bathing suit.
One of her breasts made two of any of the other three
girl's 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 team mates
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 breath. 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.
CHAPTER VI: 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 it's
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 it's 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 finger
tips. Do it lightly and as an exploration and not as a
prelude to intercourse.
Pay attention to the messages your finger tips 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 VII: 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 sweat shirt. 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 back packs. 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 can not 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 book worm. 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 sphincter 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, "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 wash cloth 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 VIII: More Camping
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 camp grounds, 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
creeks 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 no
where 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 river
bank. 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 camp site, 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 school work. 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 IV: 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, class's 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
others 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
uteri 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 lots of
cheering from us, Shari-Ellen Gail Knight came into the
world. She had been close to me to this very day.
CHAPTER V: 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 Slader's
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 nudist to this day. My grandchildren
are 3rd generation nudist. 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 tons of privacy.
Would I have changed anything in my life? I don't think
so.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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