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It is a Wonderful Life
by Dinsmore (address withheld)

***

Romance and stroke, a male grows to maturity, has myriad 
sexual experiences and ultimately finds true love. (MF, 
1st, oral, anal, rom)

***

Boys are crude and their argot often reflects their 
crudeness.

I was eight, well almost nine, when I had my first 
sexual experience. My parents went out several nights a 
week leaving me with an assortment of baby sitters. My 
favorite was unquestionably Gloria, a nubile fourteen 
year old who never treated me like a little kid. Looking 
back I now realize that her constant touching and 
fondling of my young body was anything but an accident. 
Nor was the fact that she always seemed to come into the 
bathroom when I was peeing and never failed to "help" me 
bath. It was shortly before my ninth birthday when she 
kicked things up a notch. 

She was sitting on the edge of the tub dangling her feet 
in my bath water in her short skirt making a big 
production of washing my back; I looked up to see her 
young pussy, perfectly displayed under her short skirt 
as she lewdly splayed her toned young thighs. I wanted 
to look away; I couldn't help myself.

"Are you looking at my pussy, Jamie?" She said softly.

"No!"

"It's okay, don't be scared. Girls like it when boys 
look at them." She slid her short skirt up. Her bare ass 
was planted on the side of the tub and her hairy little 
muff was inches from my face. "Stand up Jamie; I want to 
see your... thing."

I did so wordlessly. One of her soft hands immediately 
began stroking my painfully hard little three-inch tool. 
The other snaked around and began caressing the cleft of 
my butt. To my initial disappointment, she stopped 
fondling me, stood up and quickly shed her skirt and 
blouse. I stared in rapture at her budding breasts. In 
seconds, she descended into the warm water, pulled me on 
her lap and kissed me. It was not remotely like a kiss 
from mommy. She grabbed my small hand and positioned it 
directly over her clit, moving my hand in small circles 
indicating what she wanted me to do. I was a quick 
learner. Her breathing became very rapid as did mine.

Everyone knows eight to nine year old boys can't 
ejaculate but most at that age are able to experience 
the feeling of cumming without ejaculation. Her finger 
snuck into my ass; it was not remotely unpleasant. 
Lifting me out of the water she sat me on the edge of 
the tub and took my little dick in her hot young mouth. 
The intense feeling which occurred within seconds at 
first scared me but it felt better than anything I had 
ever felt before. Sucking my dick seemed to arouse 
Gloria immensely but she wanted more.

In short order we had reversed position and she was 
pulling my head toward her slippery little slot, 
coaching me to perfection.

"Put your tongue right there... where I put your 
fingers... gentle now... that's right... .ahhhhh!"

I thought she was in pain, that I had hurt her. She 
assured me that was not the issue. She hugged me and 
kissed me with far more affection than either of my 
somewhat stoic parents ever had.

Two nights latter following an identical repeat 
performance, Gloria took me back to my bedroom and 
crawled in bed with me, both of us still naked. My 
parents had paid her extra to stay for the night. Gloria 
was a bright girl; she knew I couldn't impregnate her in 
my immature state. After a suitable interval of mutual 
fondling during which she taught me how to suck her 
little titties to perfection, she showed me how to fuck 
her.

In retrospect, I doubt that my little wiener gave her a 
whole lot of excitement but the mashing together of our 
pubic regions seemed to do the trick for her. Three 
nights later during another sleepover she convinced me 
to fuck her in the ass. I was unquestionably precocious 
for my age; I realized that night that girls were far 
more special than I had imagined and vowed to be a damn 
sight nicer to them in day-to-day playground encounters. 
Sadly Gloria got a boy friend and virtually stopped 
babysitting a month or so later.

A year or so later, just prior to my tenth birthday my 
father died in an auto accident; my mother started 
hanging out with another very attractive woman her age 
who had recently gone through a divorce. The woman in 
question had a cute blond daughter a year or so older 
than I was and a live in baby sitter in the form of a 
grandmother. My mother and her friend went out almost 
every night trying to find men; Susan and I were left in 
the care of the grandmother who hit the cooking sherry 
early and was generally snoring within half an hour.

It was a small house and since grandma occupied one of 
the bedrooms, Susan and I slept in the same room which 
had two twin beds. As I indicated I was around ten and 
Susan was around eleven. She quickly taught me how to 
play doctor; she had a fascination with both my ass hole 
and my prick. She had the cutest butt and enjoyed lying 
naked on her stomach while I "examined" her shit hole 
and inserted things inside. 

She was a very persuasive girl; she had my willing 
tongue in her tight ass by the second night and of 
course she reciprocated. I would rub the head of my dick 
over her juicy slot and she would cum. I tried to put it 
inside her one night but it just wouldn't go. Susan 
smiled, raised her sweet young legs up to her chest and 
suggested that I put it in her butt, already well lubed 
with Vaseline from our previous insertions.

This went on for over six months, at least three times a 
week. Right before her mother found, "Mr. Right" and 
moved on with her new man I had my first ejaculation a 
few months later; it was not quite as thrilling as my 
first orgasm. Then again the fact that I was balls deep 
in Susan's shitter made it a very memorable experience 
for both of us.

The few times we were together after that were also 
memorable. Susan had evidently found a book about sex in 
her mother's room and knew far more than I did. We would 
often sit naked in her bed together and read the 
narratives as we giggled over the crude line drawings. 
She giggled almost uncontrollably the first time she 
watched me spurt thanks to her expert hand job. That 
night, much to my surprise, she bent over after I had 
cum and tasted my spunk, tentatively at first but with 
more enthusiasm as she found the taste not unpleasant. 

The next night we were together she gave me my first 
blow job, removing her mouth just as I came because she 
loved to watch me shoot but sucking up as much juice as 
she could since she had quickly acquired a taste for it.

The last night we were together we did everything, 
including a real fuck. Fortunately Susan was several 
months away from her first period but her body was 
maturing and with an ample amount of Vaseline I was able 
to get my cock all the way inside her pussy. I recall 
that there was a tiny amount of blood which neither of 
us was too concerned about since we had read about it in 
the purloined volume from her mother's bed stand.

My mother had access through a wealthier friend to a 
swim club which had small cabanas with showers in the 
back. There had been a very cute little red head around 
my age who had flirted with me and even kissed me on the 
beach one day when we had been alone. I was very 
surprised when she came into the cabana one day as I was 
showering. My mother was off playing cards and looking 
for another husband. I had just jerked off. 

The red head stood right in front of me and lifted her 
sundress to display her bald pussy. She then got scared 
at what she had done and turned to run out. I stepped 
out and grabbed her and quickly had my tongue in her 
mouth and a hand on her ass and mound.

I took her small hand and placed in on my boner. Looking 
back it had to have something to do with the ubiquitous 
slut gene she knew exactly what her hands were supposed 
to do. I grabbed the bottle of baby oil my mother used 
after being in the sun, poured a healthy dose on my 
hands and quickly had a persistent finger in her ass and 
cunt. No way I was going to get my tiny tool in that 
bald little pussy... too damn tight. The other orifice 
opened up quickly much to my surprise and pleasure. 
Sometime later I learned that her pedophile stepfather 
had been finger fucking her ass for the past year and 
sticking the head of his adult cock in her mouth.

The club staff provided clean towels which were sitting 
in a fluffy pile on the bench which sat just outside the 
shower. I pushed her down on the towels, flipped that 
little sundress up and just slid my greasy cock in her 
rectum; she squealed, then looked back at me and grinned 
wordlessly. Evidently she had thoroughly enjoyed the 
anal attention from her stepfather. 

Having beat off only minutes earlier I lasted in that 
tight ass a long time but the little bitch seemed to 
enjoy it immensely; I know I did. I fucked her up the 
butt three more times that week. The last time I fucked 
her mouth; it really couldn't be called a blowjob... she 
just let me fuck her face and shoot a load on her 
tonsils.


My mother also found a potential Mr. Right and we moved 
few months after Susan and her family did. The year of 
my twelfth birthday we moved essentially so that mom 
could be closer to her new target hubby. I was hustled 
off to summer camp and then to a private school which 
had both day students and boarders. I ended up boarding 
for about half the year while mom sealed the deal with 
her new dude. 

At somewhere shy of thirteen I had my first nocturnal 
emission. I started jerking off several times a day 
during the dry spell after losing Susan's company. While 
the boarding school was coed there weren't any girls 
boarding on a regular basis. There were a couple of male 
teachers that lived at the school and I'm pretty sure 
they were fucking around with some of the younger boys. 
I was big for my age and kind of a jock so I don't think 
they found me interesting. My sixth grade teacher, Miss 
Houston, did find me quite interesting, however.

Miss Houston also lived at the school; we all had a 
major crush on her. She was a drop dead gorgeous woman 
in her early twenties. The girl could easily have been a 
pinup model with her long legs, perfect creamy white 
skin, full breasts and deep blue eyes. We all used to 
beat off thinking about her.

I guess I had a knack for spinning a tale even back 
then; Miss Houston recognized it and gave me special 
attention and encouragement. I had written a short story 
for an assignment that she thought was particularly 
good. She gave me an 'A' but wanted me to do some 
editing to prepare to read it in front of the entire 
class. The good thing about being a boarder was that we 
had a scheduled study hall every evening before dinner 
and there were always teachers there to help us if we 
had questions.

Looking back, we were not very well supervised once 
"lights out" occurred and the teachers retired to their 
own rooms. We used to do some pretty dangerous things, 
to include climbing out fourth story windows and 
scampering along the many ridges and valleys of the old 
school structure.

Miss Houston was supervising study hall one evening; I 
had just completed the final edit on my story and she 
had read it over. She asked me if I would like to have 
the chance to rehearse it before class the following day 
and I of course agreed. She told the other teacher who 
was in charge of bed check that she wanted me to come to 
her room after dinner and outside play time to rehearse 
my story and then she would ensure that I got back to 
the student dorm safely.

I knocked on her door around 8:30. She came to the door, 
opened it partially and it was obvious that she had just 
gotten out of the shower; her hair was damp and she was 
holding a large towel in front of her. I apologized 
profusely but my dick was growing alarmingly. She told 
me no apology was necessary; she asked me to wait 
outside for a minute while she put on a robe.

When the door opened she was wearing a relatively short 
terry robe and I assumed nothing on under it. Her room 
was small, more or less an efficiency with a single bed 
on one wall, an office space and a small sitting area on 
the other side. She sat in an overstuffed chair, tucked 
those astounding legs up under her and had me stand a 
few feet in front of her to read my story.

At just shy of thirteen I was almost her same height, 
cocky without being a pain and had not a hint of stage 
fright. I had read things in front of class before and 
enjoyed it. Most adults assumed I was at least sixteen 
or even older. I also wanted to impress my teacher... 
the same teacher who had been the primary object of 
countless masturbatory fantasies. I had already taken a 
shower and put on a sweat suit; I had also just jerked 
off in the shower, thinking about Miss Houston, which is 
probably the only reason I didn't have an obvious tent 
in my sweat pants.

I did impress her; I went through the story flawlessly, 
seldom referring to the written text. She commended me, 
beaming with pride and invited me to sit on the small 
love seat next to her. As she asked me questions about 
my life and family, she moved over to the love seat, 
which barely held two people and asked me if I had a 
girl friend. I knew enough at thirteen to know when a 
girl is interested and flirting; Miss Houston was 
flirting but I was prepared to write it off as just 
trying to "make friends" with a promising student. The 
robe opened enough when she crossed her legs to give me 
a splendid view of her thighs; the top was loose enough 
for me to clearly see the swell of her ample breasts.

"No ma'am, not at the present time. We just moved here 
and I don't know many kids other than those here at 
school and none of them live near us."

"Jamie, you're a very handsome young man; I'm sure you 
wouldn't have any problem getting a girl friend."

"Thank you ma'am."

"Jamie, I'm Miss Houston in class... but when we're in 
private... alone... here... you can call me Carol... 
okay?"

"Yes ma'am... Carol."

"Have you ever kissed a girl, Jamie?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever done more than that... more than just a 
kiss?"

"Yes, ma'am... I mean Carol."

"How much more?"

I hesitated. "A lot more?"

"Are you a virgin, Jamie?" She said, placing a hand 
inched from my rumbling cock and moving her pretty face 
inches from mine.

"No, Carol... not really... not remotely."

"That's good to know, Jamie." She said as her lips found 
mine and her other hand released the sash of her robe.

Evidently, Carol Houston was extremely lonely and horny. 
She had moved to the area at the beginning of the school 
year; her move had ended a relationship with a lover 
from college. Most of the other male teachers were 
older, gay, not attractive to her or "men of the cloth". 

I decided to let her lead; Carol loved to kiss, fondle 
and explore; we made out on the couch for at least half 
an hour. She taught me that the buildup was every bit as 
much fun as the fuck itself. By the time she led me to 
the small bed at the other end of the room we were both 
naked. She motioned for me to lie down, knelt at the 
side of the bed and began to work her way down my 
muscled young form until she got to her target. In spite 
of having beat off less than an hour before she had me 
creaming her throat in very short order.

Carol had a gloriously full, auburn bush; we switched 
positions wordlessly and I thanked Gloria and Susan for 
coaching me in cunilingus. Carol Houston would end up 
giving me a Masters in orally pleasing a woman in the 
ensuing few months. To this day sucking that sweet 
twenty-something hair pie was a landmark occasion in my 
life. Carol loved to have her pussy eaten and I loved 
doing it as much as I did fucking her. I've always 
sensed that she hadn't planned on the fuck, just the 
oral exchange that first evening. She was not on the 
pill but used a diaphragm. I had read about them but had 
never seen one. She excused herself and went into the 
bathroom to insert it. I got up and walked part way 
across the room.

"Carol, are you... putting in your diaphragm?"

"Yes, Jamie. I'll be right out."

"I've read about them... seen pictures... "

"But the always inquisitive Jamie wants to know how they 
work?" She said with a laugh.

"Sort of?"

"Come here. It's kind of gross."

Carol was sitting on the toilet, her legs spread, 
smearing jelly on the latex disk. She proceeded to give 
me a complete narrative as she went through each step. 
Somehow I found the whole thing intensely erotic. She 
stood up.

"There! All done!"

I kissed her and ran my hands along her smooth young 
form. Her hand dropped to my rock hard organ and stroked 
it softly. It's amazing that we got back to the bedroom.

I read somewhere that the average adult male pecker is 
five and one half inches long. I have no idea what the 
average thirteen year old one was at the time but like 
all young teens, I had measured mine and it was a hair 
over five and probably thicker than the average. It 
didn't really matter. I knew how to fuck; I'd cum twice 
in an hour. My cock was perpetually hard. Carol had 
never had children and hadn't even had a stiff one up in 
there for six months. 

The parts fit just fine; Carol was hot, tight and 
deliciously animated. I knew sex was the best thing 
since sliced bread but it was even better with Carol. It 
was delightfully wet, hot, sweaty and more exciting than 
anything I could have imagined. Anything sexual I had 
done up until then paled by comparison.

Up until Carol the concept of control, holding back and 
ensuring that the woman came had not been at the top of 
my priority list. I had the youth to get hard almost 
immediately and cum umpteen times. When Carol got off it 
was like an explosion but it took her a while to get 
there. Still, her increasing arousal was an aphrodisiac 
in and of itself. 

By the end of the second week of nightly fucking I took 
immense pride in my ability to "wait" for her. In 
retrospect, the excruciating pleasure of being just on 
the edge myself and willing my cock not to shoot, 
sensing where she was, reading her signs... it was 
almost better than cumming in the finale.

Carol was not into menstrual fucking. Evidently she had 
a pretty heavy flow and didn't find it enjoyable in 
spite of the fact that she was horny as all get out when 
she was on the rag. The first time during her period we 
had done all the making out and she had blown me to 
perfection. After she finished I sucked her ample 
boobies and fingered her clit. Just as I sensed that she 
was getting close my other hand strayed back to her ass 
hole and I ran my fingers softly around the rim. 

Her arousal instantly increased and she came 
unexpectedly. Holding my head in her hands she kissed me 
hard and long; breaking the kiss she just looked at me, 
then got up and went to the bathroom. She came back five 
minutes later.

"This is a little embarrassing; I'm almost ten years 
older than you are but I sense that in a certain area 
you have more experience than I do. You've... had anal 
sex with a girl before, haven't you?"

"Yes."

"I've never done it that way before; I know that hygiene 
is critical so... I'm clean in there."

Carol had the softest snow-white set of buns I'd ever 
enjoyed. A leisurely exploration of her dank little hole 
with my tongue soon had her ready for the main event. A 
careful couple of fingers and she was ready for some 
dick. I went slow, running my hand over her perfect 
flesh and nuzzling her smooth back. Her fingers strayed 
down to her furry mound. I don't think she loved it at 
first but as she became more relaxed she started to 
move, moan and whimper. She came with a muffled scream 
when I dump a load in her precious rear.

Three months later we moved; mom had married the new guy 
and we were moving half way across the country. There I 
was at fourteen, head over heals in love with a woman of 
twenty-four, getting wonderfully fucked every night of 
the week. Damn... why do all the really great ones have 
to come along at the wrong time on life or be so much 
older as to make anything serious impossible? Carol was 
sweet and special; I'll always remember her and have a 
special place in my heart for her.

We didn't stay long at the next venue; my new stepfather 
quit his corporate job within six months of the move. I 
didn't get any pussy and ass during that brief stay but
I succeeded in getting my hands in a couple of little 
girl's panties at and on more than one occasion got a 
little girl to stroke my cock but only once did I cum... 
and then there was that one pathetic blowjob. Lots of 
jerk off time. No more butt sex, regular BJs or fucking 
for over six months until we moved to a place near where 
we would live until I graduated from high school.

We were renting a house in a small town for a few months 
while my folks hunted for a permanent home. My parents 
often left me alone for the day as they looked at homes, 
farms or business's to acquire. A delightfully trashy 
little thirteen year old with a ponytail and a wiggle to 
her walk walked across the vacant lot between her house 
and mine within twenty-four hours of our moving into the 
rental.

Sheila, I was to learn, had been being boned up the ass 
by her older brother for at least a year; he had 
recently been drafted and left home for basic training. 
She came up to my room on the auspices of helping me get 
moved in. We took a break and lay on the bed. Her hand 
was on my ass and cock in less than sixty seconds. She 
was thrilled to discover that I was not completely 
inexperienced.

Over the three months that we lived in the rental Sheila 
and I enjoyed some form of sexual activity every day. 
There was a small storage building on the property that 
the landlord said I could use part of as a clubhouse. My 
stepfather had stored some extra furniture back there 
including a couple of mattresses and box springs. My 
parents respected my "secret club house" and Sheila's 
weren't much on parental supervision.

Occasionally we would go down to the Texaco station and 
buy two for a quarter rubbers and actually fuck. After 
the first time the rubber broke and scared the shit out 
of us we went back to a steady diet of oral and anal. 
Sheila loved it in the butt and sucked cock like a 
pro... just the way her brother had taught her. She 
loved to have her furry little muff eaten and further 
advanced my own oral technique. I was more than a little 
tearful when we moved a few months later and sadly, I 
never got a chance to enjoy Sheila's treasures again.

Fourteen going on fifteen, new school, new home, and a 
perpetually stiff dick. I beat off constantly if not in 
my bedroom in one of the many out buildings or the woods 
surrounding our new farm. My mother and stepfather 
weren't particularly attentive. I never gave them any 
trouble and during weekends and summers I disappeared 
early and came back late. There were farm kids just like 
me who ventured out right after breakfast with ice 
skates or fishing poles depending on the season. I often 
hung out with the kids on one of the adjoining farms, 
spent the day at a local swimming hole, hiked with our 
dogs or whatever. 

As neighbors came by to meet the new folks, I met 
several girls my own age or slightly older. My two 
favorites were tomboys who loved to climb trees and do 
boy things. It was the older of the two, Linda, who 
purposely showed me her tiny little breasts one day at 
the local swimming hole as her tongue soon found its way 
into my mouth.

Linda stayed with her grandparents much of the summer 
and often stayed for weekends during the school year. 
She was a couple of years older than most of us and had 
a regular on again off again boy friend in town where 
she lived who was several years older than she was. She 
often flirted with me and found reasons to rub up 
against me or "accidentally" touch my cock. I quickly 
learned that she was as perpetually horny as I was. When 
she was staying with her grandparents I couldn't wait to 
get out of the house in the morning and peddle the mile 
and a half to the swimming hole near her grandparent's 
house.

At fifteen going on sixteen Linda had already become a 
consummate cocksucker thanks to her older boy friend. 
She blew me the first time on the smooth rocks 
overlooking the swimming hole early one morning before 
the other kids showed up. Her boyfriend should have 
thanked me; I was the first boy to expand her horizons 
and shove a stiff one up her skinny little ass. She was 
amazing; she never complained about discomfort and 
always grunted, moaned and cooed appreciatively. I 
dumped a fresh load of cum inside he hot young rectum an 
average of twice a day every day that first summer on 
the farm. It was just fucking; it wasn't anywhere near 
what it had been like with Carol Houston. Then again, 
I'm not complaining; it sure as hell beat jerking off.

Linda was terrified of getting pregnant, as were most 
girls of the time who had a lick of sense. Having 
absolutely no ready source of rubbers the only time she 
ever let me fuck her pussy was when she was on the rag. 
It kind of grossed me out the first time but as time 
went on I grew to enjoy the utter nastiness of banging 
her bloody little twat. I discovered as I grew older 
that girls and women could be incredibly horny during 
their period and few boys would fuck them during that 
relatively safe period. 

Throughout high school I discovered a number of girls 
who weren't into it at first but really got off on it 
once I got my stiff cock inside them. I fucked a bunch 
of girls during the special time of the month who were 
going steady with guys whom they would ultimately marry. 
Hell, once the word got around that I'd do 'em on the 
rag the horny little bitches were almost lining up 
during their period when their boyfriends wouldn't touch 
their pussies.

A month into that first summer I found out that my 
stepfather who had four married sisters came with an 
assortment of cousins; all but one where girls and 
pretty cute ones at that. I also discovered in short 
order that the old man had a huge horse cock which is 
probably one of the reasons my mother married him. There 
weren't many opportunities for him to get a little 
strange in that sparsely located locale. 

I sensed that he was balling dear old mom two or three 
times a day based on the sounds emanating from their 
locked bedroom. Mom certainly didn't seem to be 
complaining; she became far mellower over the years. 

There was a ceiling light fixture in their bedroom that 
had evidently been added by the previous owners after 
the fact. To my delight I discovered one day that to 
install the fixture they had removed a couple of 
floorboards in the upstairs guest room and essentially 
installed a six-inch removable panel. There was a small 
gap where the fixture was mounted to the ceiling. If I 
pressed my face against the hole in the floor above I 
could occasionally get a pretty good view of them 
fucking.

Mom was only in her late thirties at the time and was 
still a pretty damn hot woman. I sensed that my step dad 
had dramatically expanded her sexual horizons. There 
activities became pretty predictable; she'd suck him off 
and evidently mom was one damn fine cocksucker. He'd 
reciprocate, then they'd fuck, usually with her long 
legs pressed up against her ample tits. 

He'd fuck her long and hard like he was doing a fine two 
hundred dollar whore. She'd get up on her knees while he 
went over to his desk for the eve present tube of K-Y, 
squirt a glob of it up her fine, milky white rear, 
slather a little more on his massive organ and butt fuck 
her with few preliminaries. She never remotely seemed to 
be unhappy about it. 

I decided that I wanted to fuck mom but there was little 
chance of that happening as long as he was servicing her 
so well. Mom was often less than discreet and I got lots 
of looks at her bushy blond muff. My cock was growing 
but it was unlikely to satisfy a woman who had born 
three children and was being regularly serviced by a man 
with a fucking monster dick. Two sessions a day didn't 
seem to be meeting his needs; I learned that the first 
time one of his sisters and her husband visited.

My mom and her new brother in law got stinking drunk on 
homemade wine soon after dinner and retired to their 
respective bedrooms early. My step dad started kissing 
his sister and there was nothing platonic about it. She 
didn't look remotely like my mom; she had a slender body 
and cat like moves. She was several years younger than 
my own mother and quite pretty with an exotic look which 
spoke of Middle Eastern heritage. 

It occurred to me that her mother might just have been 
as big a slut as she was. In short order they went out 
the door and headed for the hay barn. I snuck out in the 
dark and followed them. There was just enough moon light 
filtering into the barn for me to get a good show.

While dear old mom grunted a lot she didn't say much 
when she was getting fucked; my new aunt was a regular 
chatterbox.

"I've really missed your big cock, Hal!"

"Shut up and get on your knees your nasty little bitch. 
That's right... you know what your brother needs."

And with that he proceeded to fuck her mouth none to 
gently. She gagged, choked and sputtered but seemed to 
be into it every bit as much as Hal was. He dumped a 
load on her tonsils, spun around and lowered his ass to 
her mouth and she gave him the old trombone treatment, 
cooing and whimpering throughout. What really blew my 
mind was when he turned around and I thought he was 
going to jerk on her face. Instead he pissed all over 
her upper body and she willingly opened her mouth and 
took a major part of it in her throat. I was even more 
shocked when she stood up, pushed him down, squatted 
over his face and let loose with her own stream.

A decidedly brutal ass fuck followed during which Hal 
reddened his sister's globes to perfection. As nasty and 
brutal as it had been they ended up snuggling together 
in the soft hay like real lovers. I was shocked when 
they started talking about me.

"So, Hal, what's your new step son like?"

"He's a good kid and not a speck of trouble. He's been 
through some tough shit with his father dying suddenly 
and all but he does well in school and helps out around 
here without being told to."

"Is he cherry?"

"Oh hell no, Vivian! Hell he's boning the skinny little 
slut that stays at the adjoining farm at least once a 
day. He knows a hell of a lot more about sex than you 
and I did at his age. I'm positive that she's not his 
first."

"Aren't you worried about him knocking her up?"

"She's pretty savvy too; I followed him one day down to 
the old swimming hole. The little bitch was sucking him 
off the second he got there; then he boned her up the 
ass and she squealed like a stuck pig, but she was 
loving it. I left several pretty explicit books on sex 
where he could find them, he's smart as a whip, and I 
detected that he had given them a thorough study. He's 
also fucking her when she's on the rag... I'm sure of 
that. He's only thirteen but he's got a pretty big cock, 
not as big as mine, but every bit as big as mine was 
when I was his age. I'm positive she's not his first; 
someday we'll have to engage in that little chat and 
I'll find out when he started."

"Can I have him?"

"Why not Viv? You always did have a weakness for the 
young ones, younger than him by a long shot, you damn 
pervert! I don't think I'd let you if he was truly 
innocent and a virgin but he's not. Give him a taste of 
that tight little cunt of yours and you'll have a new 
friend!"

"When?"

"Tomorrow morning; I'll suggest that Jamie give you a 
walking tour of the farm which can take several hours. 
There are dozens of suitable places and his mother isn't 
into exploring the great outdoors. We better get back to 
the house."

I was going to get laid by a very attractive adult woman 
the next day and my new stepfather was okay with it. 
Virtually my first non-menstrual pussy fuck. Life was 
very good.

Aunt Viv started paying special attention to me before 
breakfast. I wasn't sure how to play it so I tried to 
just act normal. As we were moving plates from the 
kitchen to the dining room she made a point of rubbing 
her tight body against mine on more than one occasion. 
At one point I put my hands on her slim hips to indicate 
where she was supposed to sit. She was wearing the 
tightest pair of stretch jeans I had ever seen on a real 
live woman; her slit was clearly outlined by the fabric.

"Jamie, you know every inch of the property. I'd 
appreciate it if you'd give aunt Vivian a tour this 
morning."

"Yes sir... Hal." He and I had quickly determined that 
dad or daddy just didn't work. "I'd be happy too!"

"Roger needs to pick up some things in town so your mom 
and I are going to drive him in and give him a little 
sightseeing tour. We won't be back until after lunch."

"I've spent enough time in a car in the last week. You 
folks have fun. I'm a nature girl at heart." Viv 
intoned. Half an hour later we set off on foot just as 
the rest of the group dove off.

I really wasn't sure how to play it; I didn't want to 
make the first move assuming from what I had head the 
night before that she had some sort of fetish when it 
came to seducing young boys. I did know exactly where I 
wanted it to happen.

We owned over a hundred acres of old growth forest which 
over-looked the farmland. The trees were tall enough and 
of the right mix of hard and softwood that the forest 
floor was devoid of undergrowth within a hundred meters 
of the edge. As part of some bonding experience I 
assumed, Hal and I had built a small campsite near a 
crystal clear spring fed creek that ran through the 
woods. 

Over several days we had temporarily diverted the small 
creek and dug out a swimming hole; the layer of lime 
stone about four feet down had stopped our digging but 
also ensured that the pool stayed clear. We had 
constructed a small raised deck out of old lumber from a 
silo that had come down in a storm. We'd also built a 
covered, open lean-to in case it rained. It's was a 
beautifully pristine and quiet locale. In the quiet 
woods on the raised deck one could hear deer, or people, 
approaching from some distance.

I had boned Linda's tight little ass there on more than 
one occasion. Although my mother wasn't into nature, I 
had definitely seen the signs of her and Hal getting it 
on up there. We'd built a small locker to store blankets 
and towels.

Aunt Viv was an athletic woman who had obviously hiked 
in rugged terrain before so I didn't buy the number of 
times she grabbed me for support or "stumbled" into my 
body. We arrived at the campsite in about twenty 
minutes. We had cleaned out one of the many springs in 
the area so there was always a source of fresh, ice 
cold, pure water to drink. The pool was cold but not 
uncomfortably so and the hole we had dug gave it some 
time to warm slightly.

"Can we go swimming in there, Jamie?"

"Sure, Aunt Viv. Hal and I cleared a few branches from 
the overhead trees to allow a little sun in."

"I don't have a suit, Jamie; would you be embarrassed if 
we went... skinny dipping?"

"Not if you aren't." I said, still trying to at normal.

"You first, Jamie."

Thinking back, I had only seen one other hard cock in my 
life, my stepfather's and it was huge. Linda had never 
talked about her boy friend or his cock. I was shy of 
fourteen and assumed I had an average thirteen-year-old 
cock. I was to discover that day that I was well endowed 
at least in comparison to Viv's husband. 

My cock was semi erect when I skinned out of my shorts. 
I helped out with a lot of the physical work on the farm 
and had a decent body. I was disconcerted at first when 
Aunt Viv just stared at my dick since I didn't know why. 
She recovered quickly and was naked in a flash. I 
couldn't help staring at her little slot. It was 
completely hairless with just a little accent patch of 
jet black, cropped hair a couple of inches long above 
her clit. We were in the cool water in a flash.

"This is colder than I expected, Jamie! I'm getting 
goose bumps!"

My organ deflated slightly from the cold water but not 
only was I used to it but I had visions of boning 
Linda's sweet little rump here only a few days earlier. 
She loved to do it in the water. Lacking easy access to 
a more suitable lube we used Vaseline which is the 
perfect lube for underwater butt fucking; I knew there 
was a jar in the locker with the towels and blankets.

Vivian quickly moved to me in the small pool and put her 
arms around me. "Warm me up, Jamie... I'm so cold." Her 
face was two inches in front of mine. I put my arms 
around her, found the tight crease of her ass, rubbed 
her slender neck at the hairline and we kissed. Her 
fingers were probing my ass in seconds and her other 
hand found my cock without a map. I could feel her hard 
little nipples pressing into my chest. Her hand on my 
cock was soon replaced by her bald little cunt pushing 
itself urgently into my groin.

"Let's go dry off and get warm on the deck, Jamie."

We dried each other off paying special attention to 
every nook and cranny. We stored enough old blankets and 
quilts to make a very comfortable place to sleep... or 
fuck.

"Are you a virgin, Jamie?"

"No, Aunt Viv." She knew I wasn't; it was part of he 
game I suppose. "Are you disappointed?" I asked, 
innocently.

"No, certainly not, honey. I'm going to tell you a 
little secret; I like boys... young boys... even younger 
than you and I do very much enjoy introducing them to a 
woman's charms. You are the first boy I've ever... been 
with... who wasn't a virgin but I'm very excited. I had 
no idea you had such a nice cock... my, my. It's much 
bigger than I expected... certainly bigger than your 
uncle's. I'm doing too much talking! Why don't you tell 
me about your experiences... what you've done... 
enjoyed?"

I gave her a brief overview starting with my first non-
ejaculation ass fuck cum at eight. She was enthralled. 
My tale of juvenile debauchery seemed to excite her 
immensely. Her little slot was glistening.

"I am the first adult woman you been with?"

"No." I told her about Carol.

"Jamie, I can't get pregnant... your new uncle and I 
can't have children although we've tried. Don't know 
what the problem is but after ten years with no babies 
something just doesn't seem to work right so... you can 
do me in the ass... I really enjoy it that way... we 
have lots of time but I'd really like to start with..."

"Can I eat you first?"

"Oh, my, how lucky does a girl get? Sure honey, but I'd 
really like to do the same to you first... ah... how 
long does it take you to, ah you know, get hard again 
after you cum?"

"I don't really get soft after a blowjob; after that, 
hell, I'm young... ten minutes... maybe less."

"Jamie, you knew damned well what was going to happen 
here, didn't you?" She said with a grin.

"Yes, ma'am. You were sending all the signs at breakfast 
and... "

"And you spied on you stepfather and I last night in the 
barn, didn't you?"

Oops! "Yes... how did you know?"

"You didn't get all the hay out of your hair. I noticed 
when we passed on the way to the bathroom last night and 
just took a guess. Does it bother you?"

"He seems to be keeping mom thoroughly satisfied; she's 
far more mellow, and much easier to live with, than she 
was before he came along. It's not really any of my 
business is it? I am curious though... when did it 
start?"

I suppose we're letting it all hang out so what is the 
harm? Hal is ten years older than I am. He is the 
oldest, I'm the youngest. When he came back from the 
war; I was twelve he was twenty-two. I had long since 
found out that he and our sisters had been doing it for 
years. I had a real crush on my older brother. 

I seduced him one morning in the shower. I've always had 
a full mouth; I climbed in the shower with him and 
sucked him off before he knew what was happening. That 
was as far as it went for a while. He moved out to seek 
his fortune. A few months later he took my anal cherry 
one morning in the shower when he was visiting. We 
really got into the water thing... pissing... and what 
not."

"I think you were very lucky; I wish I had a sister."

"You'd fuck her wouldn't you Jamie... put your cock in 
her little mouth... her tight little ass?" Viv was now 
getting very excited. She pushed me on to my back and 
engulfed my prick in a single gulp.

There was an almost innocent abandon to the way Carol 
Houston had sucked cock. Aunt Viv was another matter all 
together. I'm sure Aunt Viv is still the best damn 
cocksucker in North America. Anyway, back to the moment. 
I had developed a certain level of staying power, not 
that it's that important when you're young and can get 
it up over and over, during my time with Carol. Aunt Viv 
had me dumping my nuts in a matter of seconds and she 
sucked cum as if it was Beluga Caviar.

I went down on her with no coaxing; she had the sweetest 
little cunt. The lack of hair was such a turn on. With 
her thin labia it was like eating a little girl, 
something I had a bit of experience with. I wasn't an 
amateur at giving head but in that five days she was 
with us she gave me an advanced degree in muff diving. 
Today if anyone found out about it we'd both be locked 
up. Back then it was just... sex.

A while later when she got up on her knees and I slipped 
it into her box, I discovered why she and my stepfather 
had passed on this channel the night before. She had 
just about the tightest cunt my almost fourteen-year-old 
cock had very penetrated and she worked it like a pro. 
Hal's horse cock would have split her in half. Mine was 
still bigger than her husband's and seemed to be filling 
her to her complete satisfaction.

Viv was the first woman or girl I'd ever been with who 
squirted when she came; she let go a gusher which she 
must have saved up since breakfast. Later I learned that 
she preferred fucking with a full bladder and then when 
she came she squirted. I came with a howl; leaving her 
tight little hole I sat back on my haunches. She rolled 
over and grinned.

"You saw us last night Jamie. You know what I need now. 
Piss on my... my cunt... my tits... my face." I was an 
obedient thirteen year old. From that day forward I 
never lost interest in water sports.

Viv and I fucked three more times at other locations on 
the farm before returning to the house shortly before 
the others returned. I took her tight little ass knee 
deep in another larger creek on the property. That 
evening my stepfather and I chatted on the way back from 
the barn after attending to some chores.

"Did you and Aunt Viv have fun today?"

I thought about a bullshit answer. "Hal, look, I know we 
don't have a typical father-son relationship and I 
appreciate the fact that you never tried to, 'be my 
father'. You've really treated me decently, better than 
that. We've been straight with each other. You never 
treat me like a little kid or make me feel like I'm in 
the way."

"You're a great kid, Jamie. If I'd had a son I'd have 
been proud to have him turn out like you. I wasn't real 
comfortable marrying a woman with a son but you've made 
it very easy. I enjoy your company; it's easy to forget 
that you are only thirteen. I've tried to be your 
friend; you're pretty low maintenance, hell you're more 
than that. I like you and hope that I can be someone you 
look up to."

"Thank you. That means a lot. Can we make a pact? Always 
be honest with each other and whatever passes between us 
does not go anywhere else, certainly not to my mom?"

"Sure. You've got it."

"Okay. Good. Then you know damn well that your sister 
fucked me silly the whole time you guys were gone. And I 
know you boned her up the ass last night in the barn and 
you guys have been getting it on for over twenty years. 
Hell I know you and mom fuck like bunnies and it's had a 
wonderful effect on her humor, so don't stop. I'm sure 
as hell not going to tell her anything and I'm trusting 
that you aren't either. Are we okay?"

Hal laughed so hard I thought he was going to bust a 
gut. "Look, let's take a walk. Vivian's taking a nap; 
you tired her out. Your mom and my brother in law are 
hitting the sauce so, while I know you're boning that 
skinny little wench Linda up the shitter every day, why 
don't we trade sexual histories."

I told him everything; he told me everything. It was 
ironic how similar our earliest sexual experiences had 
been. Having four sisters, Hal had gotten a hell of a 
lot more pussy and ass by the time he was fourteen than 
I had. He was my new idol.

"You're damn smart to stick to their asses, kid. It 
keeps pregnancy off the table. Then again, as you've 
discovered nothing come close to pussy. Look, there are 
condoms in my middle desk drawer; you're free to use 
them, but be careful! These are the good ones, not the 
crappy ones from the gas station but they still can 
break. Don't use Vaseline with 'em, they will break. If 
you fuck 'em on the rag, don't do it toward the end of 
the week. 

"Even with a rubber, pull out before you cum, and for 
God's sake make sure you don't leave the rubber in 
there! If you're getting something regular put on your 
calendar when they're bleeding. If they're regular, and 
most of the young ones aren't, there are a couple of 
pretty safe weeks or so the Catholics say. Now, one last 
thought as we go back inside."

"Who's fucking Vivian tonight?" I inquired.

Hal laughed again. "You are scary! No, actually, I'm 
expecting to find your mom and my brother in law passed 
out. We'll have to put both of them to bed. I know both 
of them well enough to know they'll be out until 
morning. Viv should be well rested by now. Why don't the 
three of us sashay out to the barn; well both fuck her. 
I think she'd enjoy that."

Hal had been correct. Mom and Val's husband were passed 
out. "Jamie, you take care of your mom; you're strong 
enough to carry her to bed. Don't leave her in her 
clothes, just get her undressed and tuck her in. I'll 
handle this lard ass."

I carried mom to bed while Hall hauled our male 
houseguest upstairs. I assumed he was also talking to 
Viv and getting her primed for the main event. I would 
hear his footfall on the steps well before he got back 
to the down stairs bedroom. Mom had a full figure but 
certainly wasn't fat. She had amazing tits and a soft 
blond muff. She looked so pretty lying there. What the 
fuck. 

I sucked on her titties; they got hard and she moaned. 
My hand went to her cunt; she was wet. I moved down to 
taste her musky quim. I found her clit and her hips 
started to move. Wetting a finger, I shoved it up her 
ass. Just as I heard Hal's step moving toward the top of 
the stairs, she came. Oh yes! I just ate my own mother 
and made her cum while I finger fucked her ass. What a 
fucking' pervert.

Hal, aunt Viv and I headed for the barn for a night of 
debauchery that lasted damn near to dawn. I'd never 
shared a woman with another man before but it wasn't as 
weird as I thought it would be. It's hard to decide 
which episode was the best but the pure three-way action 
was sublime. With Viv's tight hard body on top of me and 
my cock buried in her vice-like snatch, Hal boned her 
rear hard from behind. She and I didn't really have to 
do much work; Hal was moving her hips more than enough 
each time he slammed into her to get me off.

Over the next few days they stayed with us, Hal and I 
took turns boning Viv at every opportunity. Linda and my 
mom got neglected during those five days. The real 
surprise came three months later when Aunt Viv called 
her dear brother Hal to tell her how thrilled she was 
that she was finally pregnant. She was tickled and she 
knew damn well whose kid it was; Hal had not fucked her 
pussy, her husband hadn't cum inside her pussy during 
their stay and the dates were right on. I'd knocked her 
up and was damn proud of it.

The first new cousin came to visit and stayed for a 
month. She was nineteen and in college. She was a little 
overweight, dowdy, wore horn rimmed glasses and frumpy 
clothes. She seemed painfully shy. She had come to stay 
for a month before her sophomore year.

"Have you ever done her Hal?" I asked, nonchalantly.

"No, she's not really my type and I stay clear of the 
young stuff. Her mom's one fine little fuck, though! 
I've never seen a hint of sexuality in her. Still, she's 
a sweet kid. I told her you'd work with her, you know, 
running, working out and such, to help her lose a few 
pounds and get somebody tone. Tell you what, son, you 
get in Nancy pants and I'll buy you that new radio you 
want, deal?"

"You bet."

Nancy's bedroom was upstairs with me; we shared a 
bathroom and I actually had to walk through where she 
slept to get to the bathroom. I was tall for my age, 
certainly a couple of inches taller than she was. I had 
a sense that no guy had ever paid much attention to her 
and certainly no one had ever tried to get in her 
panties. A week after my fourteenth birthday I accepted 
the challenge.

The first day we were to go out for a hike, she needed 
to walk before she could run, she had all the wrong 
clothes. At least she had brought a decent pair of 
hiking shoes.

"It's very hot here in August; you'll die in those 
clothes. Let me see if we can find you something more 
appropriate." I found her a pair of light running shorts 
that I thought would fit her and an old tee shirt that 
no longer fit me. I waited for her to change. She waited 
for me to leave.

"Nancy, you are wearing a bra and panties, aren't you?" 
She nodded coyly.

"Then hurry up and change! You'll certainly show less 
skin than most of the girls I go swimming with so don't 
be embarrassed." She acquiesced reluctantly. She had a 
little too much baby fat at the waist but a damn fine, 
full rump. To my surprise she also had a decent set up 
very firm tits.

"Nancy, you don't really need the bra for support and 
you'll be more comfortable without it." She hesitated 
again. "Here, let me help." I said, unfastening the 
clasp through her tee shirt. "Just pull it off under 
your shirt." She obeyed. Oh, yes very nice tits... hard 
little nipples.

"Okay!" I said. "Sit down in this chair and let me tie 
your hair up; it's hanging in your face and it's going 
to get hot and sweaty."

I banded her hair in a high ponytail, taking my time 
sweeping the hair off her neck touching her neck and 
ears softly. Looking over her shoulder I could see her 
nipples harden. She crossed and uncrossed her legs. I 
walked around in front of her and squatted down to 
examine my handiwork.

"Nancy, what do I know about women and their hair but 
you have a very pretty face and your current style hides 
it. You should wear it off your face, or have my mom cut 
it for you. Okay, let's get those hiking shoes back on." 

I was positive that I detected a minuscule wet spot in 
her crotch as I slowly massaged her feet and put her 
shoes on. Her breathing was slightly erratic. I caught 
her glancing at my package more than once. We set out to 
climb the small mountain which punctuated our farm.

We chatted comfortably as we walked toward the base; I 
asked her a lot of question about herself. Somehow away 
from adults and critical peers she started to open up 
with the cute non-threatening kid five years her junior 
who seemed far more confident and worldly than she was.

"Do you have a boy friend Nancy?" She lowered her eyes 
and shook her head. I stopped walking and turned toward 
her. I raised her chin with my hand and forced her to 
make eye contact. 

"I can't believe it! You are a pretty girl, Nancy. 
You're far from fat; you need to get somebody tone but 
if you are willing to work hard we can take care of that 
over the next month. Let me guess." I said, placing both 
hands just above her waist and running them softly over 
her love handles. "This makes you self conscious. Relax! 
It's baby fat and I doubt that you've reached your full 
height. It any event with the right diet, and mom's an 
expert on that count, and exercise, those will be gone 
in a month. You've got nice legs, good skin, decent, ah, 
bust line and in my opinion a sweet butt." She looked 
shocked; she frowned.

"You... think... I'm pretty?"

"No question about it Nancy. Look we'll make great 
progress, I know we will. But you need to do me one big 
favor."

"What?" She seemed almost alarmed.

"Smile."

"Pardon me?"

"You need to smile more! It lights up your whole face, 
shows off these cute dimples." I said touching her face. 
She smiled; I hadn't been fibbing, she was indeed a 
pretty girl.

We walked in silence for a few minutes. As we got to the 
base of the hill I ushered her in front of me up the 
narrow trail through the tall grass. As the hill got 
steeper the motion of her young hips and jiggle of her 
pillowing buttocks became quite alluring. She was giving 
it her all but at the point where the woods began there 
was a cool spring and she definitely needed a break. 

I showed her how to bend down and cup her hand under the 
ice-cold flow. She looked back and smiled after the 
first sip and returned to her efforts. Her posture 
pulled up the overly short tee and slightly pulled down 
the old shorts I had given her. Her ass crack was 
clearly displayed and my cock was alarmingly hard.

"We'll take a break. Sit down on this rock and let me 
check your feet."

"What?"

"I want to be sure you're not starting to get any 
blisters."

I removed her shoes and socks and massaged her feet. 
"You have beautiful feet, Nancy and fortunately no sign 
of blisters." I took my time massaging her feet. "Let's 
leave them off for a few minutes to dry." As I massaged 
her feet I could easily see a wisp of cunt hair peaking 
out under her panties through the loose-legged shorts. 
She could not have missed my boner. If there had been 
any doubt I stood up and my hard cock was less than a 
foot from her mouth. I sat down beside her.

"Do you have a girl friend, Jamie? I don't mean to pry. 
I forget that you are only fourteen; you don't act it or 
look it."

"I guess I grew up fast. My brothers are both a dozen 
years or more older than I am and I hung out with them a 
lot when I was little. I was hardly over protected and 
when my dad got killed it was a harsh dose of reality. 
My mother has never treated me like a little kid, nor 
does Hal. In answer to your question, Nancy, there are a 
couple of girls I hang out with... do things with... but 
not really a girl friend. 

"One girl friend? Seems kind of... restrictive? I don't 
know if I'm a typical fourteen year old, Nancy. I love 
girls, women. I love everything about them and I can't 
imagine having just one in my life; I sort of doubt that 
I'll ever get married but who knows."

"I'm in a sorority. I thought it would help me to be... 
more popular? Outgoing? Confident? Most of my sisters 
have a regular steady."

"Nancy you've opened up more since we left the house 
than you have since you got here. You certainly don't 
seem uncomfortable or lacking in confidence."

"You're really easy to talk to, Jamie, I don't feel 
threatened... insecure."

"Could it be because you don't sense any risk of 
rejection... failure? I mean I'm just a kid who you 
never would have met if my mom hadn't married your 
uncle. I'm not some, 'big man on campus' who might hurt 
you... laugh at you... talk about you to his friends?"

"Yes. I guess. And then there's the whole sex thing." 
Nancy put her hand over her mouth as if ashamed that she 
had broached a taboo subject.

"Are you a virgin, Nancy?"

"Yes."

"Are you happy about that fact?"

"A year ago I would have said yes... proud. Now I feel 
like an idiot. I mean everyone at college is doing it 
and seemingly enjoying it. I mean, I'm not ignorant... 
I've read about it... seen movies... but... "

"You're afraid you won't be, 'good in bed' and 'he' will 
not want to go out with you again or worse, tell other 
people?"

"Maybe."

"Which is why you dress frumpy? Is it why you wear ugly 
glasses with almost no correction in them? It's as if 
you are saying, 'I'm not very interesting' so don't even 
try. I'm not trying to be harsh or mean, here, Nancy. I 
like you and I'm not trying to judge you. I've seen 
pictures of your mom... she's a knockout. You have good 
features, and you hide the best ones."

"What do you mean?"

"You have a pretty face... very pretty eyes, you hide it 
with your hair. You have, trust me, no fourteen year old 
ever misses this one, very nice tits, and you hide them 
in bulky layers of clothing. You've got good, long legs 
and you wear long skirts and pants outfits. And then 
there is your rear, even without a little toning, face 
it Nancy, you've got a butt that men would turn and 
follow with their eyes, if they could see it."

"My ass is too fat." Again, the mouth covered with the 
hand.

"Nancy I spent the last hour watching your ass walk up 
the hill in front of me and trust me, your rump is not 
remotely unpleasant to look at."

"You are a virgin, aren't you Jamie?"

"No."

"No? How much, 'not a virgin' are you?"

"Not remotely in any respect... and it's been that way 
for more time than I'm comfortable admitting."

"Oh my!"

"Since we're letting it all hang out, how much of a 
virgin are you, Nancy?"

"Pretty much completely and totally; I've never gotten 
past heavy petting... hands through clothing, tongues... 
but..."

"Touched a boy's dick... given a hand job?"

"No."

"Had a boy touch your... pussy."

"Nope."

"You're terrified of getting pregnant, aren't you?"

"Absolutely panic stricken."

"You're afraid if you seem to know too much people will 
think you are a slut?"

"Less that than just the fear of being clumsy and 
stupid... saying or doing something dumb."

"According to Newsweek, there is a pill that prevents 
pregnancy now."

"I know; I started taking them a few months ago, in 
spite of the fact that I had no prospects of sex on the 
horizon. My parents don't know; I got them at student 
health. I think they've made be fat and I guess I'm not 
sure I believe they work."

"Diaphragm, spermicidal foam, condoms..."

I'm so afraid, clinical terrified, of getting pregnant 
I'd probably want to use all of it, if I ever was about 
to get laid."

"There are other ways..."

"The rhythm method? Oh please. My period is too 
irregular or at least it was before I started on the 
pill."

"That's not exactly what I was thinking. I was referring 
to other ways of 'doing it'. Oral... anal."

"I'm terrified that if I ever had a boy's cock in my 
mouth and he came... I'd choke, gag, hurt him with my 
teeth, throw up and ruin everything. Anal? I know some 
of my sorority sisters do it that way... a couple say 
they even like it. I have trouble getting a couple of 
fingers in my butt even though I like the way it 
feels... let alone a penis."

"So you've thought about it?"

"Oh sure, and I've never told anyone that before. Have 
you... done it that way?"

"The first time and many times since. Rubbers scare me 
to death. There are lots of terribly cute and relatively 
poor little girls living in these parts that would like 
nothing better than an early marriage. Anal sex is a 
more common form of 'teen age birth control' than most 
people realize. I've also done it when a girl is having 
her period... a little messy but early in the week 
totally safe. Hell none of it is absolutely safe if you 
believe the adults. Nancy, sex is like drugs; once you 
do it, and enjoy it, there is no turning back."

"Do you... jerk off... masturbate?"

"Oh hell yes! Don't you?"

"I didn't until I got to college... now I seem to be 
doing it almost constantly."

"No chance of pregnancy there."

They both laughed. "Let's get your shoes back on and get 
to the top; there's a special place I want you to see."

Before we started hiking again, I kissed her softly on 
the lips without probing. Her lips were so soft and 
sweet. "This is a steep climb; let's try to get to the 
top without stopping. Thank you."

"Pardon me?"

"Thank you for not slapping me when I kissed you; I 
couldn't help myself... I just felt very close to you at 
that moment... and I needed to kiss you."

"I liked it, Jamie... you are a good kisser... not that 
I have a huge amount of reference material."

By the time we got to the top, Nancy was huffing pretty 
hard. I convinced her to walk a little farther across 
the top of the ridgeline until we got to the campsite 
Hal and I had constructed. Her shorts and tee were 
plastered against her skin. She gulped down the icy cold 
water, and then plopped on her back on the deck.

"You're overheated, Nancy; I'm afraid I pushed you a 
little too hard. You need to get in the water and cool 
off."

"I don't have a suit... not even a bra."

"You can jump in with your clothes on, or just your 
undies or nothing at all. I hate hiking with wet clothes 
or underwear. I'm hot; I'm going in, naked. If it makes 
you uncomfortable turn away until I'm in the water."

I was stripped and up to my chest in the cold water in 
seconds. Nancy at first turned her head but turned back 
just as my semi-erect cock sprang free and she couldn't 
stop staring at it. I figured she might get in with her 
clothes on; I was surprised when she stripped and 
slipped in the water without a stitch. 

"This feels so amazing; I feel so naughty."

We splashed around for a few minutes; I got out first, 
sitting on a rock dangling my feet in the water. Nancy 
couldn't stop staring at my cock.

"Have you ever seen one before, close up, in daylight, 
Nancy?"

"What? No... no... never."

"It won't bite, Nancy; come over here and check it out." 
She moved close, still staring, finally extending a 
tentative hand and touching my cock which jumped at her 
touch.

"You're getting goose bumps; climb out; we can sit on 
the deck and dry off."

Nancy was one of those young women who looked very nice 
in the buff even with a few extra pounds in a Rubenesque 
way. Her confidence was growing slowly. She'd never 
shown her body to another male before; she tried in vain 
to hide her treasures.

"Nancy!" I said, as I grabbed some towels from the 
locker; she stopped in mid stride.

"There is no one who can see you... except me. There is 
no way to sneak up on this place; I would hear anyone 
coming fifteen minutes away. Don't be so modest; you are 
very pretty in the nude... let me see you. Nothing is 
going to happen here unless you want it to, you are in 
control. Just relax."

She stood still and dropped her hands. She stood up 
straight, even posing. She giggled. She moved toward 
where I was sitting. I dried off her back with a towel 
and kissed her neck. She shivered, turned and kissed me 
on the mouth. Her hand found my cock. I stopped it 
before it got interesting. She looked hurt as if she had 
done something wrong.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Nancy. This is the way it 
always begins I believe and all too often ends up being 
clumsy and awkward. We have lots of time. Let's get to 
know each other's bodies a little bit. You first. You 
can touch my cock, just be gentle. Squeezing my balls is 
definitely off limits! Don't be shy and don't be 
nervous. I'm not going to laugh at you; I'm not going to 
tell anyone what we do, nor are you. Ask me any 
questions you want... nothing is off limits."

My cock quickly responded to her soft touch; she 
giggled. "Show me how you do it to yourself... jerk off 
I mean."

I demonstrated sans lubricant; she was enthralled. "Is 
that a typical... stroke?"

"I don't know; it's not something boys talk about but if 
you contemplate giving a guy a hand job and you begin by 
asking him how he likes it when he does it himself he is 
liable to propose to you on the spot. And if he doesn't 
ask you to show him what you enjoy, then find another 
guy."

"You want me to... "

"Please, if you don't mind." Nancy was an outie girl, 
working her folds and button with her long fingers 
rather than thrusting inside.

"You're showing me Nancy... but you're not really... 
doing it to yourself."

"I don't know if I can with you watching me."

"How can I help?"

"Kiss me... touch my breasts... my ears."

In under a minute Nancy was on the verge if her 
breathing was any indication.

"Stop!"

"What? I'm so close... I need to..."

"Let me make you cum." I said as my mouth moved down her 
body, my hand slipped under her full rear and my lips 
and tongue teased her engorged folds. She gasped; she 
whimpered and moaned. By the time my stiff tongue worked 
its way around her hard little nub she came with a 
scream. I kept working; she came again, bathing my mouth 
with her salty essence. I moved up and held her tightly, 
kissing her face... finding her mouth... probing inside. 
She shuddered.

"Oh my God!" She gasped.

"Wow!" I said in response.

"You enjoyed doing that to me? I guess I thought guys 
just did it because it was... expected."

"I'd have to say that going down on a girl is better 
than... sex? Well maybe not. Look, I like all the 
playing around... the closeness... intimacy... 
everything that leads up to the main event."

"I want to make you... make you cum with my mouth... I'm 
just not sure..."

"Nancy, we need rules. Have you ever seen a porn movie?"

"Yes."

"Forget everything you saw. Simple rules. Use your 
hands... stroking... touching his balls... watch the 
teeth... don't try to take the whole thing in your 
mouth. The head is all that matters, trust me. If you 
are afraid of gagging use your tongue to keep it from 
shooting to the back of your throat. Swallowing is fun 
but overrated. 

"A girl with a big grin on her face and cum dripping out 
of her mouth is very sexy. Feel what you are doing; you 
will not be surprised when I cum... you will know from 
my breathing... I'll get harder. Relax and keep your jaw 
loose. Concentrate on the sensation you are feeling. 
Enjoy what you are doing."

It might not have been the best blowjob I'd ever had but 
it was a blue ribbon first effort. She anticipated 
perfectly, nodding and cooing as she felt me get close. 
She used her tongue and allowed most of it to run out 
the side of her mouth but swallowed once without 
choking. She looked very cute with my cum drizzling out 
of her mouth. 

I hugged her and to her surprise kissed her. When a girl 
sucks you off remotely well you need to pile on the 
praise and positive reinforcement. She was like a little 
girl with a new doll; she was very proud of herself. We 
lay together for several minutes.

"We need to get moving, girl. We have some ground to 
cover before dusk."

"But aren't we going to..."

"Nancy, we have plenty of time. Our bedrooms are on 
opposite sides of the house from the parents and they 
are sound sleepers and wouldn't think of coming upstairs 
unannounced. Our beds are ten feet apart. As much as I 
would love to stay right here for the rest of the day 
and exploit your womanly treasures I have a 
responsibility to help you get in shape. Let's get 
moving."

We got back to the homestead around four; to Nancy's 
consternation we went out to the barn and I introduced 
her to weight training; an hour later she was exhausted 
and she was sore. Just as we were finishing up Hal came 
out to tell me that he and mom were going to a friend's 
house to play bridge and would be late. There was a 
casserole in the fridge or we could grill some steaks. 
The freezer was always full of meat and the garden 
filled with fresh veggies. He checked out Nancy, nodded 
in approval and left.

"Come on, Nance! Hal and I built a wooden hot tub out of 
silo boards heated off of an old wood stove. I'm going 
to stoke the stove; it'll take less than an hour to get 
hot and you will thank me tomorrow after a good soak. 
Afterwards I'll give you a nice massage."

"And then?" Nancy inquired, openly flirtatiously as her 
soft lips found my own.

"We'll think of something." I intoned, running my hand 
along her tight little cleft.

Nancy loved the hot tub; we'd piped in an irrigation 
pump which provided a good whirlpool motion. The whole 
thing didn't consist of more than twenty bucks of new 
parts tied in with what always seems to be lying around 
an old farm. She and I kissed, necked and made out. I 
had her stand up and I ate her again until she came 
twice. I'd unleashed another monster. She wanted to 
fuck.

"I need to work out your muscles. Then we need to pick 
some corn and grill some steaks."

I had her lay out on a tall bench and gave her the best 
damn full body massage she had ever had paying special 
attention to that full rump which had caught my fancy. 
She was at the perfect height to suck my cock which she 
did more than willingly. This time she swallowed most of 
it, grinning with satisfaction at her accomplishment.

We sat outside stark naked and gorged on prime corn fed 
beef and roasted sweet corn. It was a pleasantly warm 
evening. We ended up fucking on top of a picnic table 
well padded with old blankets. The first time was 
incredible; we made love. I wanted it to be special for 
her; it was very bit as special for me.

Over the next month Nancy and I slept together every 
night; Hal knew, and bought me the short wave radio I 
had coveted. Mom never had a clue. There was nothing we 
didn't do sexually. Nancy was truly my first love, or 
maybe my second after Carol? By the time she left I was 
unquestionably in love with a girl five years my senior. 
At least I was getting closer to one my own age. By the 
time she left she had the makings of a body to die for; 
she kept up a strict physical fitness regimen over the 
years and became an absolute knockout. She was also 
absolutely phenomenal fuck; who ever finally won her 
heart would be one damn lucky guy. 

We stayed in touch for years... still do. I may have 
taught her a few things but she taught me every bit as 
much. She, like Carol, helped me see women in a 
different light; she brought out my tender side or at 
least refined it based on the influence Carol had 
already had. It took a few more years to evolve; at that 
age and time all I wanted to do was fuck.

Linda started spending more time in town to be with her 
boy friend; my attention turned to the other tomboy 
neighbor during the following year. Patty had been a 
cute but bone skinny blonde when I first met her. I 
didn't see her the summer that Nancy came to visit. When 
school started in the fall I almost didn't recognize 
her; at fifteen she had blossomed into young womanhood, 
she got curves. Then again a lot of other girls were 
growing up and that school year was a target rich 
environment.

I used to ride the school bus; Patty got on one stop 
after me, I was the last drop off and the first pickup. 
I paid attention to her on the bus; often we would sit 
together at least until more kids boarded and she wanted 
to be with her friends. I'd carried the lessons from my 
first physical experience at eight: treat girls right 
and there were huge potential rewards down the road.

Patty's dad was roughly the same age as Hal; his first 
wife, Patty's mom, had died when she was the same age as 
I had been when my dad was killed. Her father, a wiry 
little man who owned a marginal farm adjoining us was a 
character and everyone loved him although he had never 
experienced much success in life. 

He had remarried, a sweet, big boned blonde with breeder 
hips named Donna, about a year before we had moved to 
the farm. Donna had been all of seventeen and was now 
nineteen with a new baby. I'd seen at least one of her 
luscious tits because she breasts fed openly and 
unashamedly. Donna wasn't fat but she was probably, 
"sturdy" with full breeder hips and an ample bust line. 
She had a sweet face, an enchanting smile and a pleasant 
disposition.

Henri, Patty's dad, knew quite a bit about farming but 
never had the business acumen to really make a go of it. 
Hal hired him off and on to during planting and 
harvesting season; he was a hard worker and knew his 
stuff. Tragedy struck near the end of the school year in 
which Patty first got a set of tits and a nice ass. 
Henri was killed in an auto accident.

It turned out that his small farm was mortgaged to the 
hilt, as was most of the decent equipment. The bank 
quickly foreclosed on everything. Donna would be out on 
her pretty butt with her baby; her parents had virtually 
disowned her when she had married a man old enough to be 
her father. Patty would in all likelihood become a ward 
of the court and go into foster care; no one adopts a 
fifteen-year-old girl unless they want to sexually abuse 
them. 

Hal stepped in. He and I had talked about their 
predicament and he did the right thing. He bought the 
farm from the bank and got a hell of a deal on it. He 
picked up the decent farm implements he had a need for. 
The farm had good bottomland which adjoined our property 
and a hundred acres of decent pasture which our 
expanding herd dearly needed. He made a deal with Donna.

She could stay in the house rent-free but she had to 
keep Patty with her and look out for her. Donna was a 
farm girl who knew her way around a tractor, plow and 
combine. Hal would pay her a little in addition to 
giving her a roof over her head. In a couple of years 
Donna became our full time farm manager as Hal tired of 
the day-to-day grind. Child Services wasn't remotely the 
massive cluster fuck it is today; the county orphan 
agent accepted things, grateful that he didn't have 
another impossible situation to deal with. My mother 
virtually adopted Donna as the daughter she had never 
had. Ultimately Hal hired another foreclosed young 
farmer to run things and urged Donna to get a degree 
while he was going back to get his doctorate. 

Ultimately Hal gave up farming or at least any real 
involvement in the day-to-day operations. He had been a 
successful chemical engineer who burned out early but 
had left the corporate world with a good financial base. 
After he resumed his education he ended up developing 
several novel processes for manufacturing ultra-pure 
chemicals. 

He bought another neighboring farm and converted the 
spacious barn to a manufacturing facility. He hired 
dozens of local folks desperate for a few extra bucks to 
make ends meet and ultimately became a millionaire many 
times over. He was one of the most generous men I've 
ever known and became one of the most beloved people in 
the county.

Donna had gotten on the pill soon after giving birth; 
while she and Henri had planned to have more children 
they were dirt poor and wanted to wait until things 
improved financially. Donna was very appreciative. She 
had graduated from high school having elected the home 
economics/agriculture option. She was not remotely 
stupid but neither worldly or academically inclined. 

Hal was a college grad with a Masters from a top school. 
He unleashed in Donna a thirst for knowledge that no one 
knew was there. A few years later she would attend the 
closest regional state college and end up teaching 
school. Fifteen years later when cancer took my mom in 
her early sixties Hal would end up marrying Donna and 
they stayed together until he died in his late eighties.

I always wondered if my mother knew; Hal was a kind man, 
a great provider and a hell of a fine stepfather. He 
never hurt her and always treated her with respect. She 
made him laugh and he genuinely enjoyed her company. He 
kept her well fucked until the day she died. He also 
kept Donna well fucked on a daily basis for the fifteen 
years before he married her. If mom knew it never 
bothered her since Hal never neglected her in any way.

A year or so later Patty would fall head over heels in 
love with another farmer's son a few miles away. They 
would end up getting married shortly after she graduated 
from high school; her husband ended up taking over the 
family farm and did quite well. They had three kids and 
are blissfully together to this day. 

In the late summer of the year in which Patty's dad died 
an event occurred which thrust Patty and me together and 
kept us together through the following school year until 
she fell in love. Patty was smart but not ever planning 
on attending college. She wanted to get married and have 
babies. She knew I was different and while we were close 
she knew at fifteen that her life would not be spent 
with Jamie. Still, she was terribly lonely and more than 
a little depressed having lost both of her parents over 
a period of a few years. She and Donna would come over 
for dinner; Patty and I would chat on the school bus. 
We'd flirt a little. During part of the summer Linda and 
her boy friend had broken up, they ultimately got 
married a few years later, and Linda spent over a month 
with her grand parents.

The local doctor who took care of everyone for twenty 
miles around had started prescribing birth control pills 
for young girls with difficult or painful periods 
without necessarily telling them that the pills had 
another benefit. We weren't stupid; we read the labels 
and went to the library. Unwanted teen pregnancies 
dropped off dramatically over the ensuing years. Linda 
got the pills due to her irregular periods and painful 
cramps. Cut off from her boyfriend she was intensely 
horny. For almost six weeks I was fucking her morning 
noon and night. I still popped her in the ass when she 
was on the rag, or just wanted a butt fuck.

We had an old grain storage building on the property 
which had no real function on our modern farm. It was an 
incredibly well constructed building with tongue and 
groove planking and a solid galvanized steel roof.

"Hal, what do you plan to do with the granary?" I asked 
one day just as school was letting out.

"I haven't thought about it but you seldom ask me a 
question like that unless you already have an answer in 
mind."

"I was thinking we could skid it on Tom's low-boy and 
haul it up to just below the ridge line; make some kind 
of cottage out of it. Maybe rent it to student teachers 
during the school year or just keep it for when family 
comes to visit."

"Well, there's fresh water up there and a sewage field 
would be no problem but no way the electric company 
would run a line up there without expecting us to pay an 
arm and a leg for it. Wood stove heat would be okay and 
the phone company under the law has a mandate so they'd 
probably run a line up there from the other side of the 
mountain. Wait a minute! Let's go in and take a gander 
at the plot; there used to be natural gas wells all over 
this part of the country but they ultimately became 
unprofitable as cheaper sources came along. I recall 
that there is a natural gas wells up there, capped off, 
but I've never really bothered to look for it."

We ascertained the approximate location of the gas well 
on the property. A couple of days later we borrowed a 
metal detector from a local surveyor. We found the right 
spot after about half an hour, grabbed a couple of 
shovels and in another half an hour unearthed a rusted 
old gas valve. After cleaning off the mud-encrusted gage 
I was excited to see a indication of pressure. Hal 
wasn't sure that it wasn't just air but felt that there 
was a reasonable chance that there might still be enough 
gas to supply a small house particularly since the well 
had been unused for a couple of decades. We cleaned off 
the valve and saturated it with penetrating oil planning 
to come back the next day.


There were lots of older men, retired from the railroad 
or whatever with excellent construction skills living 
around us who would be happy to do the work for a few 
bucks. If we could provide an energy source which could 
feed a generator and provide for light, heat and 
cooking, it just might happen.

It turned out that a seventy-five year old neighbor was 
a retired gas field worker; he still had his tools and 
volunteered to come over and check out the well. He 
smacked the wheel on the old gas valve with a hammer a 
couple of times much to our horror and the damn thing 
turned as if it had never been frozen.

Natural gas is odorless; the odor we associate with it 
is added by the gas company so that customers will know 
if there is a leak. The old gent adjusted the valve and 
flicked a welder's flint in front of it and a bright 
blue flame shot out a couple of feet. He shut it off and 
attached a pressure gage he had brought with them.

"Shit Hal, the gas is fine and I'd wager there's enough 
in there to provide a home with all they'd need for the 
next hundred years. I've still got a bunch of old 
fittings out in my barn. If you want to put a house up 
here I'd be happy to help you get gas to it."

We ended up moving that old building up to the hill; Hal 
let me spend a lot of time working on it under the 
careful tutelage of one of the several old men living 
nearby who had construction skills. By the first frost 
it was a right cozy little cottage. Most of the 
furniture and appliances came from local failed farm or, 
"grandpa died and the kids didn't want to be farmers" 
auctions for pennies on the dollar. It had fresh water, 
gas heat and stove, gaslights and electricity thanks to 
an Army Surplus generator converted to natural gas. 
Another war surplus purchase, a huge storage battery, 
would preclude having to run the generator constantly 
and would power radios and a TV for a number of hours.

We only rented it out once for a few months to a newly 
graduated female teacher but that's another story. Hal 
knew exactly what I was thinking about. The cottage 
wasn't five hundred yards over the ridge from Donna's 
house and about the same in another direction to Linda's 
grandparents. I ended up virtually living up there the 
last two years of high school. 

We had an informal schedule which worked out real well. 
There was one time when he went up their expecting to 
find Donna and found Linda laid out naked on the bed. 
She had thought I would be there but I'd run up to the 
feed mill instead of Hal. Donna had left a note that she 
had gone into town for the day sitting on the kitchen 
counter. Linda had always thought Hal was pretty cute 
for an "old guy" and one thing led to another. 

I told him he owed me for that one. He and I did double 
team sweet Donna up there a couple of times with a 
little help from some Dandelion wine but she felt a 
little strange about it particularly since she knew by 
that time that I was poking her step daughter on a daily 
basis. Hal and I used to dream about what it would have 
been like to get both those horny women up there at the 
same time but we never could pull it off. Back to how 
Patty and I ended up together for almost a year.

I was walking along the large creek which ran around two 
sides of our property intending to catch some fresh 
trout for dinner. I heard someone splashing around in a 
naturally formed swimming hole just ahead but not yet in 
sight. Hal and I used to hunt various game on the 
property and I had become pretty adept at stalking game 
quietly. 

Leaving my fishing pole where I knew I could find it, I 
worked my way around the sharp bend in the creek a few 
meters inside the tree line. There was someone swimming; 
I recognized her immediately. Just as I was about to 
expose my presence and yell out to her, Patty existed 
the water and climbed up on the smooth rocks. She was 
naked; she was beautiful. Her long legs joined at her 
full young hips perfectly framing her natural blonde 
muff. Her tits, unlike my mother's didn't have a hint of 
sag; they stood up proud and firm.

She sat on the edge of the rocks with her legs dangling 
over the side and to my surprise and delight began to 
touch her perfect tits; one hand descended to her blonde 
vee and she began playing with herself. Unlike Nancy, 
Patty was an 'innie' girl. She quickly began fucking her 
perfect little slot with her slim fingers. She began to 
moan and writhe, bringing herself off in short order. 
She then recovered her clothes and left. 

The next day at exactly the same time the entire scene 
was repeated. The third day I arrived a few minutes 
earlier than I expected her to arrive. I heard her 
walking down the wooded path and began to splash noisily 
so that she would know someone was there. She crept up 
to observe me, thinking she was hidden at the edge of 
the woods. As soon as I was sure she was there, I exited 
the water and sat on the same rock she had. My cock was 
already stiff in anticipation. I made it more so my 
stroking it in a position that gave her a perfect view. 
I decided not to cum; I grabbed my clothes and headed 
back along the creek bed, doubling back to see if she 
would give me a repeat performance. She did.

The next day, I got there before she did, stripped and 
got in the water and hid behind an outcropping of rocks. 
She arrived, stripped and jumped in, splashing around 
playfully. After a suitable interval, I made my presence 
known.

"Patty! What are you doing here... I didn't know you 
liked to swim in this place."

She looked shocked, even frightened at first. "Jamie... 
I... don't come any closer! I'm... not wearing a bathing 
suit."

"Neither am I, Patty." I said, moving slowly toward her. 
"Nothing wrong with two buddies skinny dipping 
together... is there?" I was standing two feet it front 
of her; the swell of her perfect breasts ensured that my 
dick was rock hard in spite of the cool water. She stole 
a glance but it was doubtful that she could see 
anything.

I put my hands on her perfectly tanned shoulders; she 
bit her lip and trembled. I pulled her toward me and 
kissed her. For a second she held her lips sealed shut 
but quickly relented. I pulled her body against mine; 
she could feel my big cock against her belly.

"Jamie... we shouldn't..."

"Why not Patty? We both like each other... we're both 
friends... no one can see us here. I know you saw me 
here yesterday... I saw you too..."

"You saw me?"

"Just like you saw me."

"Jamie... I'm scared... I've never... I'm a virgin... 
I..."

"Patty, I understand if you want to stay that way... but 
there are other things we can do for each other... to 
make each other... comfortable. I'd never hurt you; you 
know that. I won't do anything you don't want to do."

We worked our way to the edge of the creek and climbed 
up on the smooth rocks. She had brought a large towel; 
we sat on it; I kissed her again, and then allowed my 
lips to trail down across those magnificent boobies. She 
whimpered when my mouth found her breast. I worked my 
mouth down her smooth tummy and she spread her long 
tanned legs as if on cue. She leaned back on her elbows, 
intent on watching what I was doing to her. By this time 
in life I was not remotely inexperienced at given a 
woman pleasure orally.

Patty had the sweetest little pussy; looking back she 
was the most amazingly responsive woman I'd ever known. 
There was nothing remotely slutty about her arousal; it 
was almost innocent and wordless. By the time I had made 
her cum three times, she was intensely orgasmic, I was 
sure that Patty had decided that there might just be 
something rewarding about what we were doing.

I kissed her, sharing her own sweet musk with her. Her 
hand found my cock; I nuzzled my face between those 
perfect breasts. She slid down my body, testing and 
teasing my hard organ with her lips and tongue. She took 
just the head inside and swirled her tongue around, then 
took more of my ample fuck tool in her full mouth. Patty 
was a natural; she quickly discerned that she loved the 
feel of a hard cock in her mouth. There was a point at 
which she was no longer concerned, or worried, about 
what I was feeling and what she knew was going to 
happen. She was completely lost in the thrill of sucking 
a cock for the first time.

I had wondered if I should warn her. As she felt me 
stiffen she moved up on her knees to get a better angle, 
increased her pace, took me deep in her throat and began 
to whimper, moan and almost imperceptivity nod her head. 
I came with a howl, bathing her mouth with an ample load 
of cream; she swallowed every drop ravenously as if 
starved for nourishment.

I kissed her, held her tightly and neither of us spoke. 
Her body's heat thrilled me; I was in love again. I 
wanted to fuck her but there was that damn pregnancy 
issue. Anal was probably off the table this soon and 
without a suitable lube.

"Jamie." She whispered. "I want to do it with you... go 
all the way... but I'm so frightened of getting 
pregnant. I'm sorry... I..."

"Patty, that's okay! I'm as terrified of getting a girl 
pregnant as you are of getting knocked up. What we just 
shared was amazing. We don't need to rush things."

"Patty checked her watch. "I've got to go! I need to get 
back to the house to take care of the baby. This time of 
the day... is my personal time; Donna comes home and, I 
watch the baby during the day when she is working, and 
then I get a couple of hours of free time before dinner. 
Will you be here tomorrow... at the same time?"

"You can count on it."

After a couple more days meeting at the swimming hole I 
suggested we meet up at the campsite which was about the 
same distance from her house. The first time up there I 
spread her glorious butt cheeks and serviced her tight 
little hole with my mouth. She was taken aback at first 
but soon giggled at how good it felt. It took a scant 
few more days before she was willing, even anxious, to 
feel my fat cock back there. 

I took it very slowly that first time; I don't think she 
enjoyed the initial penetration but after a couple of 
more days of practice Patty became quite adept at taken 
it up the ass and began to revel in the fullness. Within 
a week we were butt fucking every afternoon and she had 
come to enjoy it immensely, particularly when I would 
take her from the front and lavish attention on her 
perfect tits and sweet young face.

"Jamie, Donna took me to see the doctor a couple of 
weeks ago; he gave me some pills to take to help me with 
my cramps. They are exactly the same one's Donna takes. 
I think they're birth control pills based on what I've 
read... how can I be sure?"

"Next time bring the container with you, probably a 
little round tray with exactly a month's worth of pills, 
two different colors?"

"Yes! Wait. I brought them with me."

I examined them; they were indeed birth control pills 
and she was already through the first two weeks.

"Patty, that's what they are and you taken enough to be 
safe. Just to be sure... if you want to do it... I've 
got a rubber; I don't mind wearing it, hell I'd prefer 
to just to be sure. It would provide a little extra... 
insurance."

She kissed me warmly, her hand straying to my stiff 
organ which had only moments before been inserted in her 
hot little mouth. "Jamie, I've been... playing with 
myself for quite a while... fingers... other things. I 
think I broke my maidenhead almost a year ago; there was 
some blood so I guess I'm not technically a virgin 
anymore. I want you to be my first."

Patty didn't have a slutty bone in her perfect body. All 
of the times we fucked over the next year were very 
tender. Even in the throes of passion when she was on 
the edge of exploding, she was almost innocent and so 
very sweet. We both knew that we were on different roads 
in life and knew that there was no chance that we would 
ever get married. She knew what she wanted out of life 
and I thought I knew what I wanted. That year with Patty 
made me a better man and, I believe, a better lover. 
When it ended, when she truly fell in love with someone 
who could give her what she wanted and needed for the 
long term, there was no animosity and we stayed very 
close friends.

Over the ensuing years I still never passed up an 
opportunity for some good old nasty fucking. The memory 
of my year with Patty always left me wanting something 
more than just a chance to get off. Then again, getting 
off is not to be dismissed. Still the incredible warmth, 
innocence and tenderness of Patty had been something 
very special.

There were other cousins; I fucked each and every one of 
them and all but one of their mothers. It was as if Hal 
had saved the best ones for last, two sisters, one a 
year older and one a year younger than me, Suzi and Amy. 
They could have been twins and their mother could have 
been their older sister. They showed up the first and 
only time during the summer prior to my senior year just 
after my seventeenth birthday. 

Hal knew damn well I was going to fuck them; maybe the 
other parents just assumed that since there were three 
of us hanging out together and we were all good kids 
that sex would not be involved. Then again, possibly 
they knew damn well what was going to happen which is 
why they ensured that their sixteen and eighteen year 
old daughters were on the pill. The adults stayed busy 
in their own right leaving us unattended most days and 
nights.

I was a pretty cool kid by then; I had fucked more than 
my share of high school girls, several attractive women 
in the area and three of my teachers. I'd done well on 
my SATs as a junior and had several varsity letters. Amy 
and Suzi hit me like a ton of bricks; they were both 
drop dead gorgeous, terribly bright, funny and hot. 

Amy, the younger one was a delightfully nasty little 
slut; when it came to sexual exploration, she was 
unquestionably the ringleader. Hell, I didn't even make 
the first move. Amy had her tongue in my mouth five 
minutes after we met. Suzy was different, somehow. I 
always thought she would have been far more demure had 
her younger sister not led her astray. Still, as quickly 
as Amy had her tongue in my mouth, Suzi had her hand in 
my shorts before we had barely gotten out of sight of 
the house that first afternoon. 

Amy, the younger one was the hottest fuck, no-holes-
barred but it was her older sister, not quite a year my 
senior, who reached inside my chest and grabbed my heart 
and never let it go; I just wasn't willing to admit that 
I had met the love of my life as a seventeen year old 
rising high school senior. At least she was only a few 
months older than I was.

We did everything imaginable that week, always together. 
We fucked in every conceivable place and fashion. On 
those occasions when the girls literally fucked me out, 
they kept it going for hours on end together. They were 
insatiable. I said always together... well, almost. The 
last night young Amy snuck into the liquor cabinet and 
ended up snoring by midnight. I was beat when I felt a 
warm body creep into my bed. It was Suzi; she didn't 
want to fuck, she wanted to make love. In spite of my 
fatigue it was the most exhilarating and exciting night 
of my young life. 

No woman before or since has every thrilled me the way 
Suzi did. When she and her family drove away early the 
next morning I was devastated. I hugged the two girls 
affectionately but Suzi hugged me longer and 
differently... and then she whispered in my ear just as 
it was time to get in the car: "don't forget about me, 
Jamie... I love you and I know after last night that you 
love me even if you don't know it right now. I'll wait 
for you... wait until you are ready... ready to love me 
and no other."

Wait for me? What had she meant? But she was right on 
one count at least; although we didn't really write or 
talk on the phone very often over the ensuing years, I 
could not get her out of my mind. I fucked my way 
through the rest of high school and five years of 
college. I never went steady or kept one girl in my bed 
for long. I never burned any bridges and stayed friends 
with most of the girls I took to bed but the idea of 
settling down with one woman seemed completely alien.

I went to work for some nameless corporation. I got 
promoted several times, liked the people I worked with 
and enjoyed the jobs. I moved several times and enjoyed 
the new experiences and locations. As I grew up I knew 
in my heart that something was missing.

Hal called me one evening about a year before mom died 
to tell me he and mom were going to a big family reunion 
on his side of the family. On a lark I decided to attend 
since it was to be held less than two hours by car from 
where I was currently living. I thought back to those 
years on the farm... all the cousins and aunts I had 
enjoyed but one face crept back into my consciousness... 
Suzi. I rationalized that she was probably very married, 
fat and on her third kid. We hadn't communicated in 
years.

The reunion was a three-day affair beginning Friday 
night. The family was far bigger than I had realized; 
there were dozens of people I had never met. All of the 
cousins I had tapped over the years who were there were 
married. Amy and Suzi were not there at the Friday 
evening reception nor were their folks. I was told they 
couldn't make it since careers had moved them across the 
country. There were other cousins I had never met of the 
female persuasion who were attractive, willing and 
available but I wasn't in the mood to chase; on I turned 
in early. 

I was awakened a little after midnight by the phone in 
my hotel room. There was no one on the other end of the 
line. A few minutes later there was a soft knock on my 
door; I slipped on my shorts prepared to give whoever 
was disturbing my sleep a piece of my mind.

I was absolutely speechless; it was Suzi, looking even 
better than I remembered her. I mean, at eighteen she 
had been a drop dead, gorgeous knockout but now, in her 
early thirties... wow! She spoke first.

"May I come in?"

"Of course." I mumbled.

"I'm sorry I woke you; it was me on the phone. I wanted 
to be sure I had the right room, how have you been?"

"Fine... I've been fine... Suzi... you look wonderful... 
amazing."

She came to me, put her arms around me and kissed me 
softly, resting her head on my shoulder. "I had no idea 
that you'd be here; I hadn't planned to come... wasn't 
really anyone I wanted to see other than you. Your step 
dad called me this morning; I caught the first flight I 
could."

"Hal called you?"

"Of course; he knew back then almost fifteen years 
ago... on your farm... knew... "

"That I was in love with you?"

"Was?"

"Am."

"You waited for me? No that's not right... I waited for 
you! A better question: are you're ready for me now? Me 
and no other... now and forever? No other 
entanglements... no more wild oats to sow?"

"You and only you... it was always you, wasn't it? I 
love you."

"Good! Know that I loved you that day I whispered it in 
your ear and never stopped. I kept up with you as best I 
could through Hal... swore him to secrecy. He told me he 
thought it was time."

"Where do you live now?"

"It really doesn't matter. I'm a doctor, Jamie... an 
orthopedic surgeon, top of my field. I can work anywhere 
I really want to. It's time for me to live with you now, 
isn't it... as your wife?"

"Yes... today and from this day forward... forever."

"I'm glad that's settled; now let's go to bed. I'm a 
little jet lagged but not too tired to ring your chimes 
before I drift off. Make love to me Jamie... just like 
you did that last night... make love to me tonight and 
promise you will do the same every night for the rest of 
my life... me and no other woman on earth."

"I promise."

That was thirty years ago. We have three grown children 
and several grand children. We moved back to the farm 
and built a new house not a hundred yards away from the 
refurbished granary. The interstate finally came through 
and several big companies built factories in the area 
which brought a dramatic economic benefit.

Hal endowed several projects for the university where he 
had gotten his doctorate and used his growing political 
clout to get a satellite campus built not twenty minutes 
from the farm. A state of the art teaching hospital soon 
came with it and Suzi became the chief of surgery.

I ended up taking over the day-to-day operation of Hal's 
company. We're in our early sixties know and are both 
essentially retired. I've never strayed and have 
diligently kept my promise to Suzi; my love for my bride 
grows with every passing day. 

Who would have thought I could have been so misguided 
that day I told Nancy that I couldn't understand how any 
man could get by with just one woman? I guess it just 
has to be the right woman... and she had been there 
waiting for me to grow up for all those years. Pretty 
lucky... I'm a pretty lucky guy.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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