                             Two Much
                         An Erotic Story

     I'm looking for advice.  Maybe someone out there can help 
me.
     First, I guess I'd better explain my problem.  I know that 
some people wouldn't even consider it to BE a problem, but I do.
     Did you ever have a fantasy about having three women making 
love to you?  How about a fantasy where you met twins; both of 
who loved you, and was willing to share you with her sister?
     Sounds like heaven doesn't it?  Two (or three) horny girls, 
all of who love you, working together to get you off.  Sounds 
like a wet-dream, doesn't it.  Well, be careful what you dream 
about.  You might get it.  I'll explain:
     To start out, I'm 16 years old, and this all started about a 
year ago, last summer.  I had just gotten out of school, and my 
mother and I were poking around at the local auction-house, 
looking for bargains.
     Sometimes the best deals were to be had at the auctions, 
held every Wednesday evening, and sometimes you could get even 
BETTER deals by dickering with the owner of the auction-house 
before or after the auctions.
     Momma was a scrounger.  She could stretch a dollar further 
than anyone I ever knew.  She had to be, raising a 15 year old 
boy on the pittance they called welfare, (Actually, "AFDC", or 
"Aid to Families with Dependent Children" [me])  They barely gave 
you enough to hold body and soul together.
     By the time you paid the rent, electricity, and any other 
utilities, the amount left over to eat with, buy clothes with, 
and do all the other things that are necessary to survive, was 
about half what we really needed.  At least, if we paid regular 
prices at the supermarket and department stores, that is.  So, my 
mother was a scrounger.
     She couldn't work, as if she did, the welfare people would 
deduct a dollar from our check, for every dollar she earned, and 
what with the expenses of working, she would actually bring home 
LESS money, if she DID work.  Not only that, but if she worked, 
she became ineligible for free medical care, and with them taking 
every cent of the money she earned from her paycheck, she 
couldn't afford to pay for it herself.  They don't pay unskilled 
female workers enough to raise children, so Mother had no choice 
but to go on welfare.  (OK, "AFDC")
     As you can tell, I think the welfare system sucks.  Why they 
design it to force people like my mother who WANTS to work, to 
stay trapped in this welfare mess, is beyond me.  Though the 
money from welfare was slightly more than she could earn on a job 
of her own, it was still not enough to raise a teenager with.
     So, Momma was a scrounger.  Since she couldn't EARN money 
with her time, she used it to SAVE money.  At that time, Momma 
had finagled a deal, where we were BUYING a "farm" for less money 
than the cheapest rent you could get in the city.






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     The welfare department has a policy of forcing people to 
sell any homes they owned, and live off that money, until they 
had nothing left, then they will pay rent for people.  (Only at 
the cheapest possible place, of course.)  Mother pointed out to 
them, that she didn't OWN this farm, she was just BUYING it, and 
the mortgage payment was less than the cheapest place she could 
rent in town.  She agreed to take an equivalent reduction in 
welfare payment, because of this.  The county grumbled, but went 
along, as it DID end up costing them less.  Usually, they allowed 
a fixed amount for rent, and if you could find something cheaper, 
then you could use the extra for your other expenses.  (I guess 
SOMEONE in the welfare department had a lick of sense, and knew 
if you paid cheaper rent, then usually other expenses like 
utilities went up to compensate.)  Mother was quite willing to 
give up the extra, if she could have the farm.
     It's amazing the money you can save by living on a farm, 
even if it's only a few acres, with nothing but scrub timber on 
it.  For one thing, we had a garden.  Not just a little dinky 
garden, but almost two whole acres of it.  It took a lot of work 
to take care of it, but as I pointed out, what else did Mother 
have, but time?  Besides, she had me to help.
     Mother finagled a trade with a neighbor for a goat, and we 
thereby had fresh milk every day for next to nothing.  The goat 
ate brush and grass, (thereby helping to clear a little land) 
supplemented by a little commercial goat-food.
     With food from the garden, that Mother and I canned, milk 
from the goat, and a few chickens for eggs and meat, our food 
budget was so low you wouldn't believe it.
     For clothes, Mother shopped secondhand stores and other 
places.  OH, how weary I was of secondhand clothes!  There were 
some things though, that we just HAD to buy.  In addition, the 
"farm" had a few extra expenses that we wouldn't have had 
otherwise.  Like a place for the chickens.
     The day everything started, Mother was negotiating to buy a 
whole stack of used shingles that someone had removed from a 
house or barn.  She planned on using them as siding for the 
chicken-house we had just cobbled together from poles from the 
scrub-timber, and a little bit of used lumber.  By the time we 
were finished, I don't think the whole building cost us more than 
a good meal in a restaurant would have.  Of course, the last time 
we had a meal in a restaurant, had been YEARS before.
     It turned out, that the stack of shingles was owned by a 
woman living in a trailer, right at the auction-house.  The 
people who ran the auction-house also rented space for trailers, 
as a kind of semi-trailer-park.  Some families who were almost as 
poor as we were, lived there at times.
     At this time, there was only one family there, but I 
remember when there were as many as 8 trailers parked there.  Not 
big, not fancy, but not very expensive either.
     The woman who lived in the trailer was astounded that Mother 
actually wanted to BUY those old shingles.  She had figured that 
she would have to PAY to have them hauled away.  Still, Mother 
insisted on paying a minimal amount, and that was the start of a 
new friendship for the two of them.



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     From then on, we would often stop in to visit, on the way to 
and from town.  Since I was usually with Mother, this meant that 
I spent a lot of time there too.
     At first, it was boring time.  Mother would visit with 
Cathy, and if I had a book with me, I would usually read, as 
their conversation didn't hold much interest for me.  They tried 
to get me to play with her children; but at 12 and 10 years old, 
the three girls seemed too young to me to be interesting.
     Besides, they were GIRLS.  Even though I was 15, and as 
horny as that implies, I never thought of the two twins or their 
little sister as possible dates.  Geesh!  They were three whole 
years younger than I was!
     At that time, I was practically a walking hard-on, like any 
teenager.  Still, being poor, and living "out in the sticks" made 
it hard for me to get even close to any of the few girls I met at 
school.  Let's face it; I wasn't a "dream-date."
     The only sex I had, up to that point, (beyond my own hand 
that is,) was with another boy, and it wasn't that we were 
homosexual or anything.  We were both just horny out of our 
minds, and didn't have any girlfriends.  Heck, I envied Jerry, 
because he at least had sisters.  Of course, HIS attitude was 
that "sisters" weren't really GIRLS, they were. . . well, 
sisters.  Yuck.
     I would have gladly fucked any of his sisters, but they 
never gave me the time of day.  So, Jerry and I played around 
with each other, and one time we even went so far as to suck each 
other off.  We jacked off together mostly, and quite often 
bragged about how we were going to get in some girl's pants, but 
we never did.  Or at least I never did.  Jerry and his family 
moved away, about a month after the episode with the shingles, so 
I don't know if he ever got laid, or if he did, by whom.
     Well, one day we were visiting, and I had run out of things 
to read, so Mother suggested that I play cards with the other 
kids.  You know how "helpful" parents are.  I was disgusted and 
annoyed at the idea of playing babysitter to the three kids, but 
was also bored enough to try it.
     It turned out to be fun after all.  We all squeezed into the 
booth that made up the kitchen-table in the trailer, and started 
playing some stupid game where it didn't matter so much what 
cards you held, as the way you played them.  What the name of it 
was, I can't even remember.
     I got too distracted.
     I was sitting right next to Bonnie, with her squeezed up 
against the wall, and her twin and little sister sitting on the 
other side of the table.  It was a tight fit for four people, 
because all the fittings in the trailer were small, but it turned 
out to be fun.
     Little girls CAN be fun.  They may giggle and joke a lot, 
but their joy can be infectious.  By the time we had been playing 
half an hour, I was actually having fun.  I don't know who won 
the various games we played, and after a while, I didn't care.  
We were all giggling and joking and having a good time.
     After a while, I suddenly became aware that my right hand 
was resting on Bonnie's leg, almost in her lap, and I could feel 
her leg right through the thin fabric of her short little dress.


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     I was suddenly embarrassed, as I realized I had been 
unconsciously feeling the little girl's leg, while we played.
     I glanced over at the little girl, and she looked back at 
me.  She didn't say anything, but I could tell she was aware of 
where my hand had been.  Still, she didn't object.
     I must have been crazy, but this time I deliberately put my 
hand back on her leg.  She still didn't object.  I looked over at 
her, and she raised an eyebrow, as if to say, "What's the 
matter?" but that was all.
     I lost all interest in the game.  I was barely able to make 
valid responses from then on, and my play deteriorated to being 
ridiculous.  The kids didn't mind.  They had fun beating me at 
cards.  For the next hour or so, we sat there and played.
     The kids played cards, and I seemed to.  Actually, MY play 
was all with Bonnie.  I "accidentally" slid my hand a little 
farther to the right, so it slipped down in Bonnie's lap.  When 
she didn't object, or move my hand, I started applying a little 
pressure, until I had my fingers pressing down against the front 
of her dress right next to her pussy.  She STILL didn't object, 
and I think she even spread her legs a little, to allow me to get 
a little closer to my goal.  I'm not sure.  It was so tight in 
that booth, that I couldn't do much anyway.
     This went on, for half an hour or so, until her mother 
brought us something to drink, and I almost gave the whole show 
away by yanking my hand out of her daughter's lap.
     Thankfully, I realized this in time to stop myself, while I 
broke out in a cold sweat; wondering what would happen if Cathy 
realized just where my hand was resting.  I casually pulled my 
arm from under the table to pick up my drink, and was relieved 
that the woman didn't seem to notice.
     Bonnie had noticed, that I was sure of.  Still, she never 
said a word.
     After her mother had left, I waited a few minutes, and then 
dropped my hand down beside me again, so it was resting on 
Bonnie's leg.  When she still didn't respond, I slid my hand a 
little farther down, until it was below the hem of her short 
little dress, and resting on her knee.
     For a while, we sat there like that, only moving to throw or 
pull a card, when we had our turns.  Nobody seemed to notice that 
I only used my left hand while playing.  I was sweating now, but 
couldn't stop myself.
     Slowly my hand inched back up, sliding the little girl's 
dress up her leg, until my little finger brushed against 
something warm and slick.
     I almost fainted, when I realized my little finger was 
brushing against the smooth silk of the little girl's panties.  I 
was almost ready to cum in mine.
     I looked carefully at Bonnie.  The 12 year old girl was 
looking studiously at the cards displayed on the table, but her 
eyes were blank.  I could tell she knew exactly what I was doing, 
and was deliberately ignoring it.
     Emboldened by her lack of resistance, (or more correctly, 
her quiet acceptance,) I went a little further, and pushed the 
heel of my hand right up against the furrow her little slit made 
in her silky panties.


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     Bonnie grunted, but just shrugged, when one of her sisters 
asked if anything was wrong.  She liked it!  I knew she did, or 
she would have said something.  Or at least, she would have moved 
my hand, if she didn't like it.
     By now, it was becoming obvious that she did.  Bonnie 
actually slid a little lower in the seat, to give my hand a 
little freer access to her silken panties.
     I was in heaven.  I started stroking and rubbing the little 
girl's slit right through her panties.  Bonnie gave a small sigh 
of pleasure, and scrunched a little farther down in the seat.
     I don't know how far we might have gone, but it was about 
then that the girls' mother invited Mother and me to dinner.  
Mother accepted, so we all had to stop playing cards, while 
dinner was prepared.  The kitchen (and the table) was needed for 
other uses.
     Guiltily, I removed my hand from under Bonnie's dress, and 
pretended I just had my hand down there as a prop to help me get 
out from under the table.  Nobody commented, so I supposed that I 
got away with it.
     While dinner was being prepared, I noticed the twins 
whispering together, and realized just what a fool I had been.  
Bonnie obviously never kept any secrets from her twin sister, and 
I figured that the two of them were discussing what the "pervert" 
had been doing while we played cards.
     I was dead!  Even if Bonnie didn't mind, I was sure her 
sister would.  If not for me "molesting" her twin, then for 
exactly the opposite reason.  I figured that Betty would be mad 
that her sister got to do something that she didn't, if nothing 
else.  I was right, and I was wrong.  The twins had long before 
figured out methods of handling situations like this.
     At dinner, it was sheer torture.  I wondered when one or the 
other of the girls would speak up; pointing me out to her mother 
as a person who fondled little girls right in her own mother's 
house.  It was like stepping on a stair that wasn't there.  
Nothing happened.
     I found myself squeezed in the same spot on the table, 
alongside Bonnie, only this time things were even tighter.  My 
mother had joined us, squeezing three people into the little 
bench that was intended for only two.  Bonnie's two sisters sat 
on the other side with their mother.
     Six people at that little tiny table.  It's a good thing 
that three of the people were little girls, and I was only a 
half-grown teenager.  What a squeeze!
     When dinner started to wind down, and nobody had said 
anything, I figured I was safe.  To be sure, I let my hand slip 
down under the table, and fondled Bonnie's knee.  Bonnie looked 
at me wide-eyed.  I guess she hadn't expected me to try anything, 
while our parents were there.
     Hurriedly, I removed my hand, before she could object.  I 
kept my head turned straight forward while I did so, but sneaked 
a look out of the corner of my eye at the same time.  Now, Bonnie 
looked annoyed.  I didn't know what to do.





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     Carefully, I reached over to pat the little girl's knee, to 
reassure her.  Boy did I get a surprise!  Bonnie grabbed my hand, 
and placed it firmly against her little cunny, so I could feel it 
through her dress.  The little girl obviously wanted me to 
continue where I had left off earlier.  So I did.
     Carefully, (being sure that no one noticed) I eased my hand 
up under the little girl's dress, while Bonnie tried to make it 
easier for me.  It took me about two minutes to reach my goal, 
where my fingers were once again rubbing against the little 
furrow that marked where the little girl's slit was underneath 
her smooth cotton panties.
     COTTON panties? . . . Oh shit!
     This time, I looked Bonnie square in the face.  Her grin 
confirmed it.  This wasn't Bonnie I was feeling up, but her twin 
sister.  The two girls had obviously switched places, just for 
this.  Bonnie was looking at the two of us, and her eyes were 
dancing with glee.  The twins had fooled someone again.
     Bonnie didn't give us away though.  Even though she MUST 
have known what was going on, she didn't say a word.  She just 
sat there grinning, until her sister asked what was so funny.
     "Oh nothing," replied Bonnie, and giggled.
     In the meantime, Betty had leaned closer to me, and 
whispered in my ear.  "I don't mind," she whispered, then sat 
back in her seat blushing.
     Oh God!  BOTH girls didn't mind my playing with their 
"private parts."  For the second time that afternoon, I almost 
made a mess in my pants.
     I was just about to REALLY find out what the little girl 
wouldn't object to, when we had to get up, and clean up after 
dinner.  Darn!  Afterwards, I never had another chance.
     I think both girls must have told their little sister what I 
had been doing, even though I never saw them talking together, 
because for the next two hours all three little girls teased me 
unmercifully.
     None of them would let me get close enough to touch her, but 
one after the other each of them would look around, and when no 
one was looking but me, would lift her little dress up, giving me 
a flash of panty underneath.  Then the girl would giggle, and go 
running off.
     I was horny out of my mind, and almost ready to grab one of 
the girls and poke her right there, if I got the chance.  Even 
little Jennifer.  If anything, the 10-year-old was even bolder 
than her two big sisters; lifting her short little skirt, so high 
I could see her bare tummy above the skimpy little panties that 
covered her pouting mound.  Then the little girl would saunter 
away, unlike her big sisters, as if nothing had happened.
     I shudder to think what might have happened if anyone had 
noticed this by-play, and asked what was going on.  Or, worse 
yet, I HAD actually caught one of the girls, and tried to fuck 
her.  I was just crazy/horny enough at that point to do it.  I 
would probably be in jail right now, for statutory rape.  Maybe 
just rape.  No, I can't believe that.
     I could never actually rape one of these girls.  I love them 
too much.  But BOY, they sure did tease me that day!  By the time 
we headed home, I was almost crying with frustration.


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     The only tiny satisfaction I got, was just when we were 
about to leave.  Bonnie (This time, I KNEW it was Bonnie.) ran up 
to me, gave me a quick peck on the nose, said "You're cute!" and 
ran away again.
     I suffered all the way home, and for the next three days.
     I must have jacked off 5 or 6 times that night, dreaming 
about little-girl slits, and how they would feel wrapped around 
my finger, and even better how they would feel wrapped around my 
stiff prick.
     I guess it's a good thing that Mother never knew what I was 
thinking.  I probably NEVER would have seen any of those girls 
again.  Thankfully, Mother isn't a mind-reader.
     By three days later, I was down to jacking off only three 
times a day, like I usually did.  I still daydreamed about the 
girls, but not so urgently.
     It was a whole week, before I saw them again, and then for 
just a few minutes.  Darn.
     The following Wednesday was another auction night, and 
Mother wanted to be there to bid on some old farm-machinery, that 
she thought she might get for a song.  Well, some of it she did.
     Growing bored, (and something else) I asked Mother if I 
could go visit Bonnie and Betty, while she waited for the items 
she wanted to come up for bid.
     Momma was glad to see me go; just asking me to not make a 
nuisance of myself.
     When I got there, Bonnie and Betty were busy drawing with 
color-crayons on the kitchen table, while their little sister was 
watching the tiny TV they had gotten the previous week at the 
auction.
     When I knocked, Cathy was delighted to see me.  It seems she 
wanted to bid on a couple of items at the auction herself, but 
couldn't get away because the kids needed watching.  I was the 
volunteer babysitter.
     "Now you kids do whatever Mark tells you to, you hear?" said 
Cathy, as she grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
     "Yes Momma," came the dutiful reply from all three children.
     My prick almost exploded, at the thought of what I would 
LIKE to tell these sexy little girls to do.  Or at least, Bonnie 
and Betty.  Jennifer was way too young.
     "Can I join you?" I asked.  Though I was nominally in 
charge, I wasn't going to force myself where I wasn't wanted.  
(Unlike my horny fantasy.)
     Without a word, Betty got up, and moved to make room for me 
at the table.  When I sat down, she scooted in, sandwiching me 
between two delectable little girls.  I wondered if I had just 
been born lucky.
     Both girls then seemed to ignore me, concentrating on 
filling in the picture spread out on the table.  They both worked 
in unison, neither ever seeming to get in the way of the other, 
and neither picking incompatible colors.  It was no wonder their 
little sister wasn't there.  The two girls worked together just 
like one.





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     I barely noticed.  I had been having fantasies about sitting 
next to ONE of the two little girls again.  Here I was, with one 
on each side, seeming to ignore me, while I was pretty much free 
to do what I wanted with my hands.  For sure, I would have been 
more hindrance than help with the coloring.
     I decided to try it.  They hadn't gotten mad before, even 
though they HAD teased me so badly afterwards.  I let my hands 
slide under the table.
     The girls kept on coloring, and the TV kept up its racket in 
the corner.
     Carefully, I rested a hand on each knee beside me.  Still no 
response.
     When I slowly slid my hand up underneath both girls' 
dresses, neither girl said anything, but Bonnie looked at Betty, 
Betty looked back, and they both nodded.  What more encouragement 
did I need?  Not much.  Two minutes later, I had reached my goal.
     I had my hand up underneath both girls' dresses, and my big 
finger was probing in the damp little slit underneath the tight 
little panties.
     I almost fainted with delight, as first the finger of my 
right hand slipped inside Bonnie, then 5 seconds later, the 
finger of my left hand felt Betty's tight little cunny 
rhythmically squeezing on it.
     Seeming to ignore me again, except for each one spreading 
her legs a little to give me easier access, both girls continued 
coloring.  Only now, their lines weren't so straight, and they 
didn't seem to be able to stay inside the lines of the picture as 
well.  I pushed in a little harder.
     This time, my probing digits slid all the way up inside the 
two tight little cunts.  Betty gave a slight, "ouch," but nothing 
else was said.  Feeling the mouths of two tight little slits 
clamping on my index fingers was so arousing, I imagined it was 
my cock stretching the little girls inside.  Feeling my big 
fingers slip up inside the two girls' tight little holes, I 
wondered just how it must feel to them?  I closed my eyes, and 
daydreamed about feeling someone else's big hand fumbling in my 
panties; stroking my bare little slit, which nobody except me and 
my sisters had ever touched before.  Then having a friendly 
finger stroke me so carefully; trying to make me feel good, 
before slipping up inside my body in SUCH a warm sexy intimate 
manner. . . Shit!  The stimulation of these erotic thoughts was 
too much.  It was bad enough just FEELING the little girls' tight 
little cunnies squeezing on my invading finger, but the thought 
of what it felt like to THEM, drove me right on over the edge.  I 
blew it.  Yep, I came in my pants.  Wasted it.  Oh shit.
     Actually, "Oh shit!" was the right expression.
     My mother had gotten thirsty, and so had Cathy, so Cathy had 
volunteered to fetch a glass of Kool-Aid for both of them.
     The door slammed open, catching me with my hands in her 
little girls' panties, and no doubt about what they were doing in 
there.  There was no way that Cathy could miss it, yet I didn't 
dare yank my hands out of her little girls, for fear I would just 
draw attention to the very thing I wanted so much to hide.




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     The girls' mother didn't say a word.  Climbing into the 
trailer, she calmly picked up two glasses; filled them with pink 
beverage, and headed out the door.  Standing up inside like this, 
my hands were no longer visible, being hidden under the table, 
but I was sweating like a hog.
     I knew I was going to get it.  I just didn't know how bad.
     Cathy stopped and leaned over the table.
     "Have you girls been doing what Mark wants you to?" she 
asked with a straight face.  Oh my GOD, what a line!
     I think what saved me, was that I was too surprised to 
react.  If I had giggled, or acted guilty, or even shrugged, 
Cathy would probably have come down on me like a ton of bricks.  
As it was, I think my sheer nonchalance impressed her.  I didn't 
act guilty, so her girls didn't FEEL guilty.  Cathy liked that.
     Actually, it wasn't nonchalance.  It was sheer terror.  My 
mind had gone numb, and I couldn't have moved or reacted if the 
house had caught fire.  My fingers were frozen, still stuck up 
inside her little girls' tight little snatches, while the smell 
of my cum permeated the room.  I didn't have a prayer of getting 
away with this, so I did.  Amazing isn't it?
     "Yes, Momma," replied all three girls.  Bonnie's tight 
little cunny gave a squeeze on my invading finger.
     "Good, then make sure you keep on doing so," said Cathy.
     She couldn't POSSIBLY mean what I thought she did, could 
she?  I guess she did.  As she left the trailer, and stepped down 
so that her eye-level was below the table, and she could see 
clearly where my hands were still between her little girls' legs, 
I swear she looked back at me and gave a wink, before slamming 
the door.  Cathy COULDN'T have been that blind, could she?
     Let alone the smell of fresh cum, that made the trailer 
smell like a whorehouse.  With three kids, Cathy HAD to be 
familiar with the smell of cum.  Didn't she mind?
     "We won't be back until 10:00," Cathy's voice drifted back 
through the window.  "I'm taking your mother downtown, so you 
take good care of the girls, OK?"
     "OK," I croaked.  I heard her shoes crunch off towards the 
auction, still in progress.  A half hour later, after the 
auction, we heard her car pull out, as she and Mother headed for 
town.  I was alone with the three girls.
     Since their mother didn't seem to object, and I knew the 
girls didn't, I finally got up enough nerve to continue where I 
had left off.  Only this time, with no interruptions, or even 
worries.  I eased my fingers back up inside each of the twins, 
and was relieved when they both responded by wriggling back.
     Both twins gave up their pretense of coloring, and let me 
fondle and stroke them, until Bonnie objected.
     "It's not fair," she said, pulling away.
     I was disappointed.  I had hoped to go on fondling the two 
little girls for the rest of the night.  At least, until their 
mother got home, anyway.
     Betty pulled away as well, completing my disappointment.






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     "What's not fair?" I asked.
     "You get to feel us, but we don't get to feel you," was the 
reply.
     What a horny-teenager's wet-dream THIS was turning out to 
be!  The girls wanted to "feel" my cock, before they would let me 
continue feeling THEM up.  If you think I refused, then you ARE 
crazy.
     "Uh, It's all messy," I stalled.  I figured I should clean 
up the mess in my shorts, before I shocked them.
     "You mean you? . . " Asked Betty.
     I nodded my head.  "Came in my pants.  You got me too 
excited back there."
     Neither girl asked me what I meant.  I guess they either had 
sex-education, or their mother had taught them about "The birds 
and the bees."
     "Oooh!  I want to see it!" exclaimed Bonnie.
     "Me too!" chimed in her twin.
     What could I say?  I HAD warned them.
     I unbuckled my pants, and almost lost it again, as two eager 
little hands both tried to be first in reaching inside.
     "Oooh.  It IS all gooey," said Betty.
     "Yuck!" said Bonnie, but neither twin tried to remove her 
hand from inside my shorts.  Figuring that fair is fair, from 
what they said before, I reached down and tried to resume my own 
sexual explorations.
     This time, neither twin objected.  They both squirmed down 
lower, to allow me easier access to their private parts, and also 
to get their faces closer to where Bonnie had extracted the tip 
of my cock, that was still dribbling a drop or two of thick 
sticky goo.
     "Ooh.  I bet that's the stuff that Momma told us about," 
said Bonnie.
     "It looks yucky," replied Betty.  "Momma said it was 
supposed to taste good."
     "No she didn't," corrected her sister, "she said SHE liked 
the taste of it, but not all girls do.  I'm going to taste it."
     Before I could say, yes, no, or maybe, the little girl had 
bent over and taken a lap at the white drool oozing from the head 
of my prick.
     She almost got another big squirt in her face for her 
trouble.
     Betty was more careful.  She leaned over and licked up a big 
glob running down the side, being careful to get it all, and not 
leave a mess.
     "Ick," decided Betty.
     Bonnie agreed but, "It isn't all that bad," she replied.
     "It isn't all that good either," said her twin, "but you're 
right.  It isn't all that bad.  So, you know what we should do 
now, from what Momma told us."
     Both girls looked at each other, and nodded.
     I didn't care WHAT they decided, as long as I kept a finger 
in each tightly squeezing little hole, and they didn't let go of 
my prick.
     Oh yeah?  It turned out that I DID care, very much.



                                10


     The next thing I knew, there was a warm, wet, wonderful 
SOMETHING surrounding my prick, as Bonnie's head descended, and 
her sweet little mouth covered the tip.  At the same time, I felt 
a lively little tongue cleaning up the sticky mess in my shorts, 
as it tickled and stimulated the bottom.
     I had almost done it two minutes before.  This time I DID do 
it.  I squirted my cum in the little girl's mouth.
     Bonnie didn't pull off.  In fact, she seemed to suck even 
harder.  When MY frantic pulses started to slow, she poked her 
twin, and pulled her mouth off.  Scarcely a drop escaped, because 
Betty took over before Bonnie's mouth was more than 6 inches 
away.  Betty didn't just hold her mouth on it, like her sister 
had.  The little girl SUCKED just as hard as she could, stripping 
every drop from me, until my prick was soft and shriveled up.
     I had never had an orgasm like that in my life.  Not from my 
hand.  Not even the one time Mark and I had sucked each other 
off.  What an experience.
     I collapsed back in the seat, still slowly working my 
fingers in and out of the two little girls.  This time, in more 
gratitude, than interest on my part, as they both were squirming 
and tying to get my fingers in deeper.
     "What are you guys doing?" asked a little-girl voice.
     There was actually little doubt "what we were doing."
     "Can I do it too?" continued Jennifer.
     At first, I was inclined to say, "NO," but both of the twins 
seemed to think it wouldn't be fair, to not let their little 
sister try.  Besides:
     "I'll tell, if you don't let me," threatened the little 
10-year-old.
     Now THAT was scary.  I wasn't sure what Cathy would do, if 
she found out I had not only been feeling up her two eldest 
daughters, but that they had just given me a blow-job.  I WAS 
fairly sure what Mother would do.  If nothing else, I would never 
see this family I was beginning to love so much, ever again.  
That would be the worst punishment.
     Everything else would be minor.  The scoldings, the 
spanking, the shame, the grounding.  All that paled beside the 
thought of losing the chance to see how far these two little 
girls were willing to go.  And their mother was willing to let 
them.  I couldn't afford to take the chance.
     Besides, If the little girl really WANTED me to feel her up, 
then what was I doing staring at her like an idiot for?!  The day 
before, I would have given my years' allowance, just for the 
chance to feel ANY girl up.  Even a 5 or 6 year old.
     The 10-year-old might not be as sexy as her big sisters, but 
she wasn't a baby either.  I take that back.  Jennifer is fully 
as sexy as either of her two older sisters.  Her hips might not 
be as big, and her titties barely more than slight mounds, 
compared to the knobs starting to swell on the chests of the 
twins, but there's more than that to being sexy.
     Attitude makes a big difference.  Jennifer acted like a 
little girl who WANTED to be fucked, and believe me, THAT is 
sexy.




                                11


     Ten minutes later, I had Jenny's panties on the floor, and I 
was doing something I had only dreamed about before.  I was 
licking a 10 year old little girl's snatch.  It was smooth, and 
warm, and sexy as all hell.
     I couldn't believe how good she tasted.  While I licked and 
sucked, my hands were up under her dress, feeling her budding 
breasts and body.
     The little girl squirmed and moaned, but she didn't try to 
get away.  In fact, she pushed back harder at me, trying to get 
my tongue up inside her like it was a cock.
     I looked over to the right, and saw Betty duplicating my 
actions with her twin.  I guess the two girls thought that if it 
felt good to Jennifer and me, it would feel good to them.  I 
guess it did.
     After about 20 minutes of this, my prick was hard enough to 
drive nails with, again.  I just HAD to squirt my cum INSIDE 
something warm and wet.
     Bonnie looked over from where she had traded places with 
Betty, as she watched me approach her little sister's tiny little 
slit with my swollen cock.
     "Careful," she said, "she's just a little girl."
     No way, was I going to hurt this lovely child, especially 
after what we had just enjoyed together.  I looked my disgust 
over at Bonnie.
     "Sorry," she apologized, but both Bonnie and Betty watched 
closely as I slid up closer to their little sister, and started 
rubbing the tip of my cock against the little girl's slit.  I was 
masturbating both of us with my cock.
     Jenny's hips continued to rise to meet mine.  Bonnie went 
back to licking her sister, when she saw that I wasn't going to 
try pushing my swollen prick up inside her sibling.
     Each time my cock slipped over the nub of Jenny's clit, the 
little girl would moan with passion, and a big bubble of clear 
liquid would bubble out of the tip.  I used this slippery liquid 
to make it easier to slide my prick up and down.  The feel of the 
little girl's hole nibbling at the tip of my prick was too much.  
I was going to cum.
     I slid the tip of my prick down, until it was spreading 
Jenny's slit, and started rubbing my cock for all it was worth.  
I knew the little 10-year-old was too small to fit my prick 
inside her, but that didn't mean I couldn't do the next best 
thing.  I jacked off in the little girl.
     Jennifer didn't mind.  She seemed to enjoy the feeling of my 
prick vibrating against her cunny-lips, as I held my thick cock 
up against her slippery little slit, and worked myself off.
     I guess it was the feeling of her tight little hole sucking 
on the tip, that finally did it.  I felt a bulge ripple through 
the base of my cock, and I pushed forward HARD.









                                12


     Jenny's cunny lips expanded around my prick, and almost the 
whole head slipped inside her, and a big squirt of thick sticky 
cum spat out of my prick, and into the little girl's body where 
it belonged.  I groaned with the release; fighting to keep my 
prick forced up against the child's tiny slit, while my prostate 
sent spasm after spasm of thick sticky sperm into the body of the 
little fourth-grader.  It felt so GOOD to let that load go.  And 
for the first time, I was squirting my cum where it belonged: 
Into the welcoming belly of a woman. . . OK, little girl.
     Once they realized I wasn't going to actually fuck their 
little sister, Bonnie and Betty had relaxed and just watched 
closely as I pumped their little sister's slit full of thick 
sticky cum.  I think they both envied Jenny for being first, as 
they almost fought over my prick, once I stopped squirting, and 
collapsed alongside the pre-teen.
     Bonnie was going to lick the cream off my prick, but Betty 
had other ideas.  "Look," she said, pointing to the last bubble 
of white oozing slowly out of the tip of my semi-erect cock.  The 
12 year old girl almost shocked me, when she threw a leg over my 
body, and forced the still cum-oozing semi-erect prick into her 
barely pubescent vagina.
     If I had known that she was going to do THIS, I never would 
have jacked-off in her little sister!  My poor overused prick was 
getting too limp to do more than dribble a little cum inside her, 
before getting too limp, and falling out.
     Betty grinned anyway.  "Thanks Mark," she said.
     SHE was thanking ME?  I barely managed to groan, "Thank 
YOU," in return.
     "That's not fair!" complained Bonnie, "You both got his cum 
in you.  I wanted to feel it too!"
     Betty mutely pointed to where their sister Jennifer was 
lying.  An obscene pool of white sticky liquid was oozing out of 
her tiny slit, starting to make a mess on the floor.  Bonnie got 
the idea.
     I watched in absolute amazement, as the 12 year old girl 
reached down between her little sister's legs, scooped up a big 
gob of cum with her finger, and then stuck the cum-covered finger 
up inside her own tight little crack.  Un-fucking-believable!  
Now all three girls had my seed soaking in their vaginas.
     As if to confirm my thoughts, Bonnie giggled.  "Now we ALL 
have a chance to get pregnant," she said.
     Oh shit!  The thought had never occurred to me.
     At my stricken look, Bonnie reassured me.  "It's OK, we 
don't mind," she said.
     Well, maybe SHE didn't, but I wondered what her mother would 
say.  For that matter, what would MY mother say?  Oh shit, 
indeed.  Oh well, if they weren't worried, it was way too late 
for me to start getting worried.  Besides, I didn't have any 
birth-control, and no method of getting any.  I had heard about 
"condoms" but had never even seen one, let alone bought any.  
Besides, we were poor.  I couldn't afford any if the girls wanted 
me to use them.





                                13


     Thankfully (I thought) none of them seemed to care, or be 
worried about it.  Maybe it was because they were too young.  For 
sure Jenny was.  I tried to convince myself about the elder two 
girls.  "Most girls don't get pregnant until they're 14 or 15 
years old," I told myself.  (Ignoring the fact that most girls 
don't FUCK until they're 14 or 15 years old.)  I lay there trying 
to catch my breath, while I talked myself into believing this.
     It was only when I heard the crunch of gravel outside the 
door, just before the trailer door swung open, that I realized 
how much we had lost track of time.  It was 10:00.
     Cathy took one look inside, and slammed the door shut.  I 
could hear her words through the window, as she intercepted my 
mother.  "I lost a dollar here," she temporized, while the girls 
and I hurriedly grabbed our clothes and scrambled for the bedroom 
to make ourselves look decent.  "Could you help me find it?"
     "What about Mark?" asked my mother, as she tried to help 
find the missing dollar.
     "He's asleep on the couch," replied Cathy, giving me 
instructions by talking to my mother.  I hurriedly wiped up the 
spill of cum on the floor, then pulled a coat over myself and 
pretended to sleep.  "I think the girls are already in bed as 
well," she added, bringing a mad scramble, as her daughters tried 
to bring truth to her words.
     "Why don't you leave Mark here for the night?" she 
continued, "That way you won't have to wake him up, just to put 
him to bed later.  I'll see to it he gets home tomorrow night.  
he can just stay here, and visit with the girls for a while."  
When Mother seemed to hesitate, she pushed on, "You DID say you'd 
like to have a day-off once in a while.  Well, I'm volunteering. 
This is your chance.  OK?"
     Mother gave in.  it wasn't often she got time to herself.  
Raising a teenager alone, is a full-time chore.  I was triply 
glad.  Glad that Mother didn't see the four of us in an obvious 
orgy.  Glad that I could spend more time with the girls.  And, I 
was glad that Mother could have some time to herself, without 
worrying about me.
     It was with enormous relief, that I heard Mother's car pull 
out, as she headed back to the farm.  I suddenly realized I had 
another reason to be glad.  Mother was going to have to milk the 
goat that night.  It normally would have been my job, tired or 
no.  I knew Mother would see to it.  She always put the animals 
first.
     Finally the door reopened, and Cathy stepped inside.  "It 
smells like a whorehouse in here, she remarked, but didn't say 
anything else, except, "You are NOT sleeping on the couch.  That 
is MY bed, no matter WHAT I told your mother.  Now go on back 
there and join the girls.  Jennifer's bunk is the upper one, and 
Bonnie and Betty's is the lower one.  I'll see you all in the 
morning."








                                14


     I just stood there, staring in amazement, until Cathy turned 
out the light, and started getting undressed, right in front of 
me, but in the dark.  She didn't seem to mind my watching her 
getting undressed in the light seeping though the window slats 
from the big security light outside, until she was completely 
nude.  "Well," she prompted, "don't try to tell me that you 
prefer ME to those little girls back there.  Go on, GIT!"
     I couldn't believe it.  Cathy seemed to EXPECT me to sleep 
with her little girls.  Not only that, but I got the distinct 
impression that she wouldn't have turned me down, if I had asked 
to sleep in HER bed with her!  What a family!
     I padded down the hallway to the bedroom, and looked in.  
There was no choice really.  The bottom bed was easily big enough 
for two adults, while the top one was barely big enough for one.  
"Can I get in?" I asked, after getting undressed.  I wasn't sure 
if I should take my shorts off or not.  Then I remembered that 
Cathy had stripped completely naked; so I assumed that the rest 
of the family did too.
     One of the twins (I'm not sure which) slid out of bed, and 
then slid in after me.  I was immediately sandwiched between two 
very sexy little girls, and my prick was soon hard as a rock.  No 
way, was I going to get to sleep like that!  I didn't have to.
     "Oooh, He's hard!"  Said a voice behind me, as I felt a soft 
little hand reach between my legs.
     "Tell me about it!" responded the other twin who had my 
hard-on poking between her legs.  "I've just GOT to feel. . . 
Aaahhh!"  We both gave a satisfied sigh, as I suddenly felt a 
warm slippery vagina slip down over the head of my prick.  I was 
actually fucking for the first time!  Bonnie knew it.
     By now, I was sure it was Betty I was fucking, while Bonnie 
was behind me.  maybe it was their voices, but after that first 
time I fucked either of them, I no longer had any difficulty 
telling them apart.  This was strange, because sometimes they 
could fool their own mother.  After that night, they never fooled 
me again.
     "It's not fair," complained Bonnie, "I wanted to fuck him 
first."
     "Finders-Keepers," replied her twin.  "Besides, you know 
Mark will do you next, and probably last longer too."
     By this time, I was sliding my prick almost all the way in 
and out of the girl, and except for a slight wince the first time 
from Betty, we were both enjoying it so much that I knew she was 
right.
     "Oh shit!" I said, for the third (or was it fourth) time 
that night, as my prick started pulsing the little girl full of 
thick sticky cum.  "I'd better pull out," I said, trying to do 
just that, as I remembered the girls' earlier words.
     "Don't you DARE!" said Bonnie and Betty in unison.  Betty 
pushed back, and Bonnie pushed me forward, so I had no choice but 
to squirt every drop of potent sperm right up inside her sister.  
Oh well, I hadn't really wanted to pull out anyway.  I lay there, 
and just let my seed flow into the welcoming belly of the 12 year 
old little girl.  It felt so GOOD to finally fuck, and squirt my 
sperm where it belonged.



                                15


     Four times in one night, was too many.  I fell asleep.  It 
must have been about three hours later, that I was awaken by an 
impatient Bonnie.  "Can we do it now?" she pleaded, pulling me 
over so that my semi-erect cock slipped out of her twin with a 
slight "pop."
     Betty kept on sleeping.  I guess that getting fucked for the 
first time, was as tiring to her, as it had been to me.  Bonnie, 
on the other hand, couldn't sleep, because she was still horny.  
I rolled Bonnie over, and gave the little girl what she needed: a 
belly full of baby-juice.  This time I got to be on top, the way 
I had always imagined fucking, when I slid my thick prick up 
inside the little girl's tight little hole.  Let me tell you, 
12-year-old girls are VERY tight.  I had to work like heck to get 
my prick inside her.  Still, once inside, my prick slid all the 
way home without more than a slight "ouch" from Bonnie, as her 
vagina was filled for the first time with throbbing male cock.  
BOTH girls had been virgins!  I hadn't known, or even expected 
it, the way they had come on to me that night.  Still, even if I 
HAD known, I don't think I would have done anything different.  I 
wasn't sophisticated in such things.
     Ten minutes later, Bonnie was groaning with HER first orgasm 
with a man inside her, just before I lost control and filled HER 
tiny little womb with my seed.  I never wanted to go home.
     THIS time, when I went to sleep, both girls went to sleep 
also.  It was 6:00 before we awoke.
     I woke up from the weirdest, sexiest, strangest dream I ever 
had.  I guess having real sex for the first time had stimulated 
my brain.  Still, you don't expect to have wet-dreams, when your 
balls have been drained as thoroughly as mine were the previous 
night.
     Besides, as I said, this was WEIRD.  I could figure the 
source-material, after that incredible scene where I lost my 
virginity, and dreams are strange anyway, as those of you who've 
been woken up in the middle of one know.
     Still, all my previous dreams, (that I remember) had all 
been ME.  Sometimes I had been doing something strange, like 
being able to keep from falling (Not really FLYING, but almost as 
good.) or being in some strange situation, or even, once or twice 
when I was lucky, dreaming about fucking some impossibly sexy 
girl.  But it had always been me.
     This time, I dreamed I was fucking Betty again, just like 
the night before, and then all of a sudden I was Betty, fucking a 
strange boy who I hardly knew, but who I knew loved me, and who I 
loved, and I was holding Mark while he fucked my twin-sister, and 
encouraged him to give my sister his sperm, so I could feel it 
going up in my womb; knowing the chance of getting pregnant by 
someone who loved you this much was more thrilling than scary, 
while I felt bulges of cum ripple through the base of my prick in 
such a devastatingly wonderful feeling of ejaculating my sperm 
into my twin-sister's welcoming body.
     All this, was overlaid by a faint feeling of watching it 
from the outside, as three loving bodies squirmed in the most 
intimate of embraces, and I felt somehow left out, at the same 
time I was the center of everything.



                                16


     Sound confusing?  It was.  Somehow I was certain that at 
least ONE part of it was true:  These two little girls both loved 
me just as much as I did them; and they knew it.  My life would 
never be the same, but I knew we would figure out SOME way to 
make things right together.
     From perfect rightness, everything suddenly shifted to being 
incredibly WRONG.  I felt a wave of desolation sweep over me, and 
I knew I was going to lose the two girls I now loved almost as 
much as life itself.  How could I POSSIBLY live without them; yet 
how could I force them to stay with me without doing the one 
thing I would never do: Take them away from the one they loved.  
I felt a sob catch in my throat, and I knew tears were leaking 
down my face.
     Only it wasn't my sob that I heard.  There was a sniffle and 
a shudder from the upper bunk, and I somehow just KNEW that 
Jennifer was trying to remain quiet and not disturb her siblings 
with her misery.
     "Ohmigosh, it's Jennifer," said Bonnie, as she put my 
thought into words.  "She thinks she's going to lose us."
     Almost as one person, the three of us were out of bed, and I 
was suddenly holding the naked little 10-year-old in my arms; 
quieting her shuddering sobs and soothing her with the knowledge 
that we ALL loved her, and no, I was NOT going to steal her 
sisters away from her.  After all, as Betty pointed out, I loved 
her too.
     It was like a revelation to me, but I knew the little girl 
was telling the truth.  I had only the previous night become 
barely aware of the fact that I loved both Bonnie and Betty.  
Somehow the bond with them had been extended to include their 
little sister.
     Perhaps that was the REAL reason it had been the little girl 
who had been the first one to feel me squirting my sperm inside 
her vagina, even though she was too small to fuck properly.  I 
knew I could no more hurt the little girl, or bear to see her 
hurt, than I could enjoy smashing my own thumb with a hammer.
     My heart ached with love for all three girls.  If I had to 
break my own heart and leave, so that the three of them could 
stay together and be happy, then somehow I would bear up under 
the strain, grit my teeth, and pretend to be happy for them.  
Even though I knew that the moment I left, all happiness would 
die for me for the rest of eternity.
     I suddenly realized that my thoughts must be just echoes of 
what Jennifer had decided, and been feeling earlier.  Oh what a 
mess.  No wonder Jennifer was feeling miserable.
     Only suddenly, I wasn't.  "You do?" asked Jennifer, 
squirming around in my lap to face me.  My semi-erect prick 
rubbing against her bare bottom was ignored by all of us.
     "You do!" she squealed, and suddenly I was holding her tight 
while she shuddered in my arms, and sobbed louder than ever.  
Only THIS time I knew it was from relief, not desolation.
     "Then how come you didn't fuck ME?" she finally asked 
accusingly.  "I love you too!  How come only THEY got to have 
sex, and I didn't?"




                                17


     Oh shit!  I knew I had been getting myself into trouble by 
initiating sexual contact with underaged girls.  It was bad 
enough that I had "molested" her two sisters.  (I've got to say, 
it sure didn't FEEL like I was "molesting" them.  Both twins had 
been as eager as I was to feel my prick sliding up inside their 
tight little holes.)  In Jennifer's case though, I just didn't 
dare.  I mean, twelve years old is one thing.  Ten is quite 
something else.
     I pointed this out to Jennifer.  "I didn't want to hurt 
you," I said.  "If I tried putting my thing up inside you, I 
might hurt you really bad."
     "I don't care!  It isn't FAIR," said Jennifer, sobbing again 
in my arms.  I'll say this for the little girl.  She did NOT do 
the one thing that might have tempted me: She did not rub her 
bare little cunny against my prick to get me so sexually excited 
that I might have tried it anyway.  I guess Jennifer didn't want 
to force me to make love to her.  Like me, she wanted her first 
fuck to be something we both wanted at the same time; just like 
it had been with her big sisters.
     I cuddled the little girl, letting her know that I DID care, 
and I DID love her, while I wondered just what to do.  On the one 
hand, just the thought of her tight little baby-hole squeezing 
the sperm out of my prick was enough to give me a raging hard-on.  
On the other, the very thought of hurting her by even trying, was 
enough to make it wilt like week-old celery.
     "I think you'll hurt her more by NOT fucking her, than you 
ever would by doing it," the girls' mother observed quietly from 
the doorway.
     I almost jumped out of my shoes; only I didn't have any on.  
"Uh," I said, brilliantly.   Cathy WANTED me to fuck her little 
girl?
     I looked at Bonnie and Cindy.  After the previous night, 
what they said went.  I almost felt like I was already married to 
both of them.
     They both nodded.  "Well, at least I was wearing the right 
outfit for the job," I thought wryly.  Betty giggled, then looked 
at me innocently when I stared at her.  I saw unexpected glimmers 
of mirth in the other two girls' eyes, and even a slight smirk on 
their mother's face.
     I knew I was missing something, but I would figure it out 
later.  Families sometimes have ways of communicating that 
outsiders don't know about.  I wondered what private joke I had 
just reminded them of.  Well, I could ask later.  For now, there 
was a more immediate problem.
     The "problem" was my prick.  For all the sexiness of having 
a little 10 year old girl squirming on my lap, and knowing the 
little girl actually WANTED me to put my thick prick up inside 
her and not only fuck her, but cum in her, and actually TRY to 
get her pregnant, just like I had done the previous night with 
her big sisters, I couldn't get it up.
     I know that's hard to believe, but it's the truth!
     At first, it was the fear of hurting the little girl that 
wouldn't let me get it up.  Only Jennifer kept squirming on my 
lap, and making it so obvious that she WANTED me inside her, 
whether it hurt or no, that this reason soon faded.


                                18


     Only having a limp prick in the first place, brought on the 
second. . . stage fright.  It's one thing to feel a little girl 
up under the cover of the table.  Or even to fuck one little girl 
semi-privately under the covers at night, while her twin sister 
encourages you.
     It's quite another to try fucking a 10 year old little girl 
while her two older sisters watch with bright interested eyes, 
and her own mother is watching every move you make.  I just 
couldn't do it.
     I don't know WHAT might have happened, if Cathy hadn't taken 
pity on me.  I don't think her daughters even realized what the 
problem was, as occasional snickers would cause my prick to wilt 
each time I barely STARTED to get it up.
     "You poor boy," crooned Cathy, distracting me from my 
embarrassment, where I felt like running home to get away, even 
if I WAS stark naked.  "Help me girls," she said; and that was 
the last rational thing I remember for the next 20 minutes.

     The next thing I knew, Bonnie and Betty were hugging me 
close, while my mouth was filled with the liveliest little tongue 
on the face of the earth.  Jennifer was kissing me with a skill 
that far belied her tender age, while three sexy pairs of hands 
were stroking my refractory prick into life.
     Behind me, I felt yet another warm body topped by two warm 
mounds of flesh, as Cathy cuddled up to me, until I was 
surrounded by warm willing female flesh.  What a wet-dream, for a 
perennially horny teenaged boy.
     Somehow without moving, all five of us were acting like one 
person to get my body excited enough to penetrate the little girl 
in front of me.
     When my prick first split my cunny-lips, and found myself 
dry inside, part of me made a quick dash to the bathroom and 
grabbed the blue and white tube that I knew was in the cabinet.
     I snuggled back to join myself in working my fat prick, now 
lubricated with KY jelly, into my body.  Feeling me penetrate 
myself was a shock, but I knew I didn't want me to stop, so I 
pushed into the tight slit in front of me even harder.
     It HURT!  I grit my teeth, to ignore the pain, and thrust 
myself onto the swollen member even harder.  No WAY was I going 
to stop now!  I could feel my two sisters encouraging me to 
deflower myself, so I did it.  There was a squeaking tearing 
sensation, as my prick slid halfway into the little girl in front 
of me.  Damn, that hurt!
     But such a NICE hurt, from someone willing to bear the pain 
for you, so your first fuck would be enjoyable.  I was vaguely 
aware of my daughter's tiny little hole being obscenely spread by 
the boy's prick, as I held him close so he didn't cheat my little 
girl out of her first fuck.
     No way were we going to let our lover pull out, until he had 
squirted every drop of precious seed he had in his prostate up 
inside my sister's hungry little womb.  My tummy ached with the 
need to feel his sperm up inside me; racing toward my waiting 
eggs, so our baby would start to grow in her sexy young womb.




                                19


     The stimulation was too much.  I had barely gotten 4 inches 
of fat prick inside the little girl, when I saw my hips bunch, 
and knew that Mark was filling our little sister's womb with his 
seed.  To know I was watching my little girl get fucked for the 
first time, was almost overwhelming.
     I spurted and spurted inside me; drinking each thick jet 
with my tight little cunny, until my balls ached, and I had no 
more to give.

     I knew Jennifer had every last drop of cum I had in me; now 
soaking into her tight little belly.  If it was possible for a 
10-year-old to get pregnant, I knew I had just done it.  My arms 
ached, as I slowly relaxed my death-grip on the two girls on 
either side of me.
     The surprising thing was that Betty and Bonnie not only 
weren't mad at me for fucking their little sister; they seemed to 
be proud of me for doing such a good job.  As for Jennifer, she 
looked at me with those adoring big blue eyes, and I was lost.  
Somehow I knew I would never again be able to refuse the little 
girl anything, while she would never ask me for something I 
wouldn't have given her anyway.  I was truly and wonderfully in 
love.
     The fact that I was in love with THREE little girls, and 
could get sent to jail for even just touching even one of them 
didn't worry me in the slightest at that moment.  Somehow I knew 
we would work things out, and no sheriff or social-worker would 
ever get them to accuse me of "bothering" them.
     The only hint of worry I felt, was a slight frown from their 
mother, as she worried about one of her little girls getting 
pregnant at such a young age.  Even that worry was just a niggle 
though, as Cathy had us all get dressed and wash up for 
breakfast.
     Washing up was fun.  You have no idea how much fun a 15 year 
old boy can have with three sexy little girls in a 2x2 foot 
trailer shower.  Cathy finally had to stop us, before we ran the 
water heater dry.
     Breakfast (even dressed) was fun too.  Even the sexy teasing 
was fun, as I knew that not one of the girls would turn me down 
if I was really horny, which I wasn't.  Not after a night like 
that.  Somehow I knew that even Cathy would welcome me into her 
bed if I asked, and we all knew that sometime I would.
     I even knew she wouldn't insist on my wearing a condom, if 
it bothered me, while on my part I WOULD insist on one, since I 
knew Cathy felt she wasn't ready for more children; wanting to 
spend her efforts first on these three, then on raising 
grandchildren with my help.
     It's absolutely amazing how much can be communicated with a 
few smiles, an accepted fanny-rub, and a very few well-chosen 
words.








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     Oh my God!  It hit me like a lighting bolt.
     I've read a LOT of science fiction, not to mention more than 
my fair share of fantasy.  Still you don't really believe in such 
things until your nose is rubbed in them.  But what other 
explanation did I have?
     I looked over at Betty, and she was looking back at me.  
"He's figured it out," she said.
     "I guess NOW we'll really find out," her twin said 
enigmatically.
     Oh shit!  I had to be right.  Still, I had to test it.
     "You're a telepath," I thought at Bonnie.
     "No."  I heard the faint smirk of an answer in my head, 
while the little 12-year-old shook her head positively.
     "But, but, but," I spluttered out loud this time.
     Even though she had heard me, without saying a word, and had 
responded in my mind.  I somehow couldn't doubt her.  The voice 
in my mind had been so positive, that I KNEW she wasn't lying to 
me.
     Here I had thought I had it all figured out.  Twins and 
telepathy went together in all the stories.
     "Just think a bit," said Cathy, "you'll figure it out."
     Somehow I knew that even though she had picked up my 
thoughts, it was NOT the girl's mother.  If it had been, she 
would never have been caught by surprise the previous night, and 
had to make that lame excuse with Mother.
     I suddenly grinned to myself.  "DUMB!"  Who ever said that 
BOTH twins had to be telepaths in a situation like this.  I 
turned my grin on Betty.
     She grinned back at me.  "Nope," she said, (I'm not sure at 
THIS point, if it was out-loud, or not.)  "Think about it.  If 
Bonnie and I had been born telepathic, even one of us, then we 
would have grown up thinking the same thoughts and never even 
thought of ourselves as a separate person.  Right?"
     The family had obviously had MUCH more time to think about 
such things than I had.  I turned my unbelieving eyes on the 
grinning little girl who looked like she was going to jump up and 
down with happiness.
     "He doesn't mind!" she whooped.  "He knows, but he's not 
even scared!"  I felt a blast of sheer joy roll over me in waves.  
I could no more have stopped grinning, than I could have lifted 
the trailer with my bare hands.
     "Oops, sorry," giggled Jennifer, as she toned the wave of 
joy down to just nirvana.  "I got carried away."
     Whoa!  No WONDER the family lived by themselves in this 
trailer.  A few blasts like that, and everybody would know 
something strange was going on.
     I felt a chuckle from Cathy, and knew she would willingly 
tell me about a few such incidents, when I had the time, of 
course.
     "Why SHOULD I be scared?" I asked, wondering if there was 
something I was missing.
     Bonnie giggled, then Betty joined her.  They were obviously 
in better shape to explain things than their little sister who 
just sat there gazing at me with sheer love flowing out of those 
gorgeous blue eyes.


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     "It's just that everyone has secrets," she explained.  "And 
most people are scared to death someone might find out," chimed 
in her sister.
     I thought of all the nasty sneaky things I had done in my 
life.  Then I thought of these two cute little girls knowing 
every nasty dirty thought I had ever had, and loving me anyway.  
How did I ever deserve this?
     Of course, the worst, the nastiest, the dirtiest, and most 
obscene secret I had at that moment was the fact that I had been 
fucking a little 10 year old girl right in front of her two 12 
year old sisters, while their mother watched and encouraged me.  
Compared to THAT, everything else was small potatoes.  If I ever 
got caught. . . I shuddered.
     The whole family shuddered with me.  "You won't," assured 
Bonnie, putting her warm little hand on mine.  Somehow, I felt it 
would be worth it even if I did, to win her love.  To have not 
just one little girl like me, but THREE of them, was so pleasant 
I knew that someday it would be painful.  Somehow I would manage 
though.
     If I had only known just HOW painful it would get, I might 
not have been so sure.

     It's absolutely amazing how convincing five people can be 
when they all work together.  Cathy met my mother that afternoon, 
when she came back to pick me up.  Even knowing what she was 
trying to do, I was scared to death.  Still, Cathy almost 
radiated an aura of confidence.  I finally gave in, because her 
way was the only one that could possibly lead to what would be an 
acceptable solution for all of us.
     Me going home that night alone, was NOT one of the 
acceptable solutions.
     Barely acceptable, was one of the girls going home with me 
to "visit."
     And of course, we couldn't have Mother dashing off to the 
police either.
     I listened to the crunching of the gravel in the driveway, 
and looked expectantly at Jennifer.
     The little girl shook her head.  Either her range was 
severely limited, (A likely proposition, or she'd go insane.) or 
the trailer shell kept her from getting more than hints of what 
was going on outside.  Maybe metal stops it.
     Whatever.  In any case, I got a better idea of what was 
going on by listening through the louvers of the window, than the 
girls picked up from their mother.

     "your boy."
     "I'm not quite sure what to do."
     "Uhuh."
     "Yes I'm sure."
     "He was in bed, fucking Bonnie, and I'm fairly sure he 
fucked her sister too."






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     . . .
     "Possibly."
     "Can you be sure?"
     "No, I DON'T want to call the police.  Do you?"
     ". . will happen if. . with lights flashing and. . . then 
they'll. . . "
     "Uhuh."

     the voices got louder now, but I could still only hear 
Cathy's clearly.  I think she was deliberately speaking loudly 
for our sake.

     "No, they aren't hurt.  In fact, they're all scared to death 
you're going to punish Mark, and keep insisting it was all their 
idea."
     "Yeah, I know.  He's 15, and they're only 12."
     "Well, if you do, my little girls are going to take it awful 
hard."
     "Uhuh."
     "No, I don't want my girls growing up with the idea that sex 
is dirty or nasty, and you get punished if you do it.  My parents 
treated me that way, and look at me now.  Alone with three girls, 
just because I didn't know the proper way to relate to men.  NOW 
I do, but it's too late.  Who wants a 30 year old woman with 
three almost teenage kids?"
     "Well, besides them."  <chuckle>
     <crunch> <Crunch!>
     "Now remember, you promised!"

     "Yes I did," my mother's voice was grim.  "Still, I have to 
see for myself, don't I?"  Then a note of humor crept into her 
voice.  "After all, you might have my 'poor innocent little boy' 
tied up in there, so I've got to see for myself he's OK."
     This brought a REAL chuckle from Cathy.

     Moments later, the door opened, and our parents walked in.
     Betty, Jennifer, Bonnie and I were all huddled together in a 
corner, with all three of the girls hanging onto me, as if they 
were scared to let me go.  A black pall of fear hovered over us, 
as we all looked simply terrified of whatever punishment Mother 
was going to inflict on me, and the girls looked scared to death 
that I was going to be taken away.
     Some of the fear was actually real, as I knew Mother was NOT 
happy about me "molesting" the three little girls.  Still. . .
     "See what I mean," said Cathy.  "If you haul him away 
screaming. . ."
     "I see," interrupted Mother, somewhat grimly.  "You're 
right.  Still, I'm going to have a few choice words for my son, 
when this blows over in a week or so."  Mother talked as if I 
wasn't even there.  My heart ached for her.  Mother tried so 
HARD.
     Still, we didn't DARE tell her the whole truth about 
Jennifer and the twins, did we?




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     "OK," said Mother to Cathy, "One week.  Then we'll see how 
it goes from there.  Fair enough?"
     "Fair enough.  And thank you for not going overboard."
     "You're welcome. . . For what it's worth."  Here Mother 
finally acknowledged my presence in the room.  "YOU," she said 
emphatically, "will do whatever Cathy here tells you too, or you 
come straight home.  Do you hear me?"
     I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.  A wave of gratitude 
swept through the small trailer.
     Mother let herself out the door, still glowering, but there 
was something strange about her attitude.  Just before she closed 
the door, I wondered if we had been so smart, as Mother left me 
with a remark that made me think maybe we should have told her 
the whole truth after all.
     "This place may be your 'prison' for the next week or so," 
she said, just before closing the door, "but I can see you won't 
be needing a 'Bop-McGilvie' to fake your way out with, as you've 
got three of the real things right there."
     Oh shit!  My jaw gaped; almost hanging down to the floor, as 
I watched Mother march out to the car and roar off in a cloud of 
dust.  Mother COULDN'T know, could she?  If she did, then she 
must be aching with envy for me.  Mother has waited so LONG!
     I looked over at Jennifer.  If Mother knew, then we would 
HAVE to call her back and explain everything to her.

     "No," said Jennifer quietly, "she just suspects.  What, 
she's not sure of."
     "You're STILL going to have to tell her though," observed 
Cathy.
     I nodded.  Still, we had a week to figure out just how and 
how much we were going to tell Mother.  In the meantime. . .
     "In the meantime," said Cathy with a grin, "it's been HOURS 
since breakfast, and I see three little girls here, who need to 
eat."  <big pause>  "Or, is that need to be eaten?" she finished 
up.
     This brought on a barrage of pillows from the couch, but 
surprisingly, not one hit her.  Strange.  Mother was going to be 
thrilled.
     Well, Mother turned out to NOT be the problem.
     I should have foreseen it.  Heck, we ALL should have 
foreseen it.  Still, I just don't know what to do.  That's why 
I've been writing this story.  SOMEBODY out there must have more 
imagination than I have, and have a suggestion to help us out.  
Please?  My heart is breaking.
     No, it isn't jealousy, or even sex.
     It's been unbelievably wonderful here.  Most of the time I 
sleep with Bonnie and Betty, but sometimes Jennifer and I manage 
to get together for a night.  In any case, while it's never been 
like that first incredible experience when I took Jennifer's 
virginity, I always know the other girls are there with me, 
cheering me on, whenever I fuck any of them.






                                24


     A few times, it's been a little confusing; sleeping with 
Bonnie and Betty, as to just which one of the three of us I am.  
The one giving, receiving or just helping.  In any case, I 
usually manage to squirt my sperm in each of the three girls at 
least twice a day.  Sometimes even oftener.
     No, we never take any precautions, as Jennifer is too young 
to get pregnant, and Betty and Bonnie refuse to let their little 
sister do more for me than they do, by letting me squirt my seed 
in their unprotected young wombs, and have me TRY to get them 
pregnant, just like their little sister is trying.
     Yes, I sometimes even screw Cathy, as all three girls insist 
that I don't leave their mother out.  Now that she knows her 
little girls are getting fucked regularly, it would be almost 
torture for the older woman to listen to the bed squeaking every 
night, as the man she loves, makes love to her three little 
girls.
     Yes, Cathy loves me, and I love her too.
     Not in the same way, or with the same intensity as I do her 
little girls, but I could not be happy, if she was miserable 
either.  So, with the girls' insistence, I climbed into their 
mother's bed one night after slipping on one of the condoms she 
kept in the dresser.  She didn't insist I wear it, but knowing 
how she felt, I couldn't NOT wear it.
     Cathy may not be as tight and sexy as her little girls, but 
she knows ways of lovemaking that they will still be learning 
years from now.
     After that first time, we all made it a point to see that 
Cathy gets her share at least two or three times a week.  With 
Jennifer's help, even I can feel when the tension is building up 
inside her, so I know when to stop by her end of the trailer at 
night.  What more could a horny teenager want than this?
     Well, more sense, for one thing.  I should have seen it 
coming.

     Oh, no it's not Mother.
     Mother was friends with Cathy before she found out about me 
and her daughters, and she isn't about to let our relationship 
spoil her friendship.  Besides, Mother is surreptitiously 
studying Jennifer, to see if she can either figure out how the 
little girl does it, or if any of it can be taught.
     Sometimes Jennifer complains that it's like SHE was the one 
whose mind was wide open for Mother to see, instead of the other 
way around.
     Bonnie grins at this, and says, "Serves her right."
     No, Mother isn't the problem.  Once we got things straight, 
she gets along fine with all three girls.  I suppose I'll just 
have to come right out and tell you, won't I?

     OK!  The problem is: BOTH girls are pregnant.  Cathy says 
she'll give me permission to marry one of them, but which one?  I 
love them both.  The thought of leaving EITHER of the two girls 
to bear my child alone, is heartbreaking.  I can't honestly say I 
love one, and not the other.  Besides, they both love each other 
too.  If I marry one, then I will be breaking them apart.  I 
don't know what to do!


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     At least Jennifer is too young to get pregnant yet.  If she 
turned those big blue eyes on me, begging me not to leave her 
alone with my baby, I'd probably break down and cry.
     Does ANYBODY out there have any ideas?  I'm open to just 
about anything.
      .
      .
      .
     Shit!  This morning, Jennifer started throwing up in the 
bathroom.  HELP!!!















































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                          Addendum

     It's now been almost a year since I first posted that 
story/request, and I want to thank ALL of those people who 
responded.

     Yes, even those people who called me a "sick pervert" for 
even thinking of writing such a stupidly wild-ass story.
     Yes, even the guy who threatened to find me, and "cut off my 
balls to teach me a lesson."  Even he helped in his own way.
     The posts like that, and a few others woke me up to the fact 
that some people out there really feel they are "protecting" 
children by trying to destroy people like me.  For some reason, 
in their zeal to "protect" people like Bonnie, Betty, and 
Jennifer, they never seem to realize the trauma they would cause, 
if the bad things they imagine happening to me, really did.
     Several times, since reading those letters, I've woken up in 
the middle of the night, as one of the girls (usually Jennifer) 
was having a nightmare about having me forcefully taken away from 
them by screaming police and angry social-workers.  As for what 
they would do to Cathy, for LETTING me stay with her little 
girls. . . <Shudder.>
     So, why would I thank someone like you?
     For showing me that you are sincere.  You really DO think 
you would be doing the right thing, by breaking us up, and 
punishing me.  KNOWING this, everyone in the family is now FAR 
more cautious than we were back when I first posted that story.
     So, thanks first for caring, even if your worries about the 
children are misdirected.  Thanks secondly, for warning us about 
people like you.  If not for your threats, we might have become 
careless in our love for each other, and let it show in public, 
where we might have been caught.

     Thanks also, to those of you who sent in so many (mostly 
illegal) suggestions about how I could "use" Jennifer to steal, 
abscond, blackmail, and otherwise extract money from people, 
against their will.
     Thank you, but no thanks.  When someone else knows what you 
are thinking, it's hard to fool yourself into thinking it's right 
to get rich by hurting others.  We meet too many people like that 
all the time.

     Thanks also, to all those people who want to have me, 
Jennifer, or the whole family, help THEM with their get-rich-
quick schemes.
     Again, thanks, but no thanks.

     Next, I want to thank those of you, (by FAR the majority,) 
who sent in sincere offers of help or assistance.  Especially, 
the two lawyers who volunteered their free legal services.  I'm 
sorry that we just don't DARE take any of you up on them.  We 
just can't take the chance on ANYONE knowing who we really are.  
You see, we can't trust anyone.




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     If you're wondering, "Why not?  You have a telepath there to 
check out people."  the answer is that Jenny is NOT the kind of 
telepath you read about in books.
     She helps US share our minds with her, and can only do this 
with those she trusts completely; having been hurt once when 
almost a baby, by opening herself to someone who hurt her.  
That's why Cathy lived alone in the trailer, in a trailer-court 
with only one occupant.
     That's ALSO, why Cathy never said a word, that first time 
when she caught me with my hands in her little girls' panties.  
She didn't DARE.  Since the girls obviously liked me, and trusted 
me, it would have been a trauma that would have been almost 
impossible to heal between her and her daughters.
     (Mother says Jennifer isn't a true telepath anyway; she 
doesn't "read minds" she just helps us share our emotions and 
experiences.  Mother proved it by having me try to read a 
newspaper to one of the girls, without speaking.  She was only 
able to get a feel for the type of story I was reading, and the 
emotions I attached to that.  Mother calls Jennifer a "projective 
shared empath" not a telepath.  Picky Picky.  To ME she's a 
telepath.)
     Anyway, Jennifer's range is very limited too; barely 
reaching across half the room, unless there's one of us between 
her and the other.
     (In an experiment, proposed by Mother, we once formed a 
chain from the front of the trailer all the way to the back, and 
remained in communication. . . All of 15 feet.)
     So you see, MOST of those suggestions wouldn't work anyway.
     Thanks for trying to help.  A FEW suggestions even had some 
merit, and we are working on some of them.  Again thanks.

     Finally, a heartfelt thanks to the two of you who pointed 
out that the solution to my main problem was staring me right in 
the face.  I guess I was just too close to things to see it.
     The whole family can't thank you enough.

     By the time you people read this last note, the whole family 
will be long gone from here, so don't bother sending any 
responses this time.  I might check back in 6 months to a year or 
so on this BBS, to check my mail, and I might not.  Mike has 
promised to hold it for a year anyway, so if you do send any, I 
might sometime see it.  But maybe not.
     By next month, the whole family should be comfortably 
settled into our new home on a "farm" out in some western state.  
(No, I am NOT going to be more specific about which one.)  Our 
family won't look TOO unusual, in this day and age of promiscuous 
young girls anyway, as my wife Cathy and I settle down near a 
town that makes a point of not being nosy.  (Unlike a LOT of 
small towns.)








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     An older/younger couple, isn't as unusual as you might 
think, and the fact that I was willing to adopt her slutty little 
girls who had gone out and gotten themselves knocked up by a 
stranger who lived in one of the nearby trailers, and them moved 
away before they found out he was tapping the little girls, just 
made people sympathize with me; instead of stringing me from the 
nearest tree, like some of them might have wanted to if they knew 
the truth.  When Cathy and I "adopted" their babies, I got even 
more sympathy.
     All of us hated to lie, but once we decided to do this, it's 
just amazing how convincing we can be.  <Smirk.>
     I've gotten a job flipping burgers at the local "Burger-
Hut".  Mother is working; cleaning down at the local hospital, 
and even Cathy is working as a nurse-assistant, now that the 
older girls are able to take care of the babies and their little 
sister as well.  With THAT, and Cathy's income from the trust-
fund, we pool all our finances and aren't too bad off now.  It 
sure beats welfare.
     In about a year or so, a couple of those ideas suggested by 
friends might start paying off, and we'll be able to afford more 
children.  For now, all three of the girls are on the pill.  
<Sigh.>

     Oh yes, the children.  Three healthy babies.  Two boys (by 
guess who) and another girl.  The twins BOTH wanted me to name 
their babies after me, but I wouldn't have it.  In the first 
place, it would have been making it a little obvious who the REAL 
father was.  In the second, it wouldn't have been fair to the 
other twin.  So, instead of Mike and Mark, we have David and 
Brian.  Two of the cutest little boys you ever did see.
     Of course, Jennifer had to top her two big sisters, by 
having the only girl.  Cynthia Ann Marie (Cindy) is the apple of 
her daddy's eye.  Her big blue eyes match her mother's; and like 
her mother they just make me melt, when I look into them.  Even 
the rest of the family is captivated by her charms.
     We found out one reason why the other day, when four people 
at once came running with bottles, because I was HUNGRY!
     Mother couldn't stop giggling for two hours.
     I guess it IS a good thing we're going to be living out 
there so far from everybody.  By now, we all know the tales by 
heart that Cathy tells, about the first few times with Jennifer, 
before she became aware of what was really going on.  God, I love 
my family!

     So again, thanks for all the help.  Maybe in a year or two 
I'll write another note telling all those people out there who 
have expressed so much interest and appreciation, just how things 
are going.  If I dare.  If not, then I want you all to know that 
we DO care, and we appreciate all your concern.
     Good bye, and God Bless, for now.

     Mark.





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