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Terri
by Zzyzyx (whc3@cox.net)

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A young girl has adventures with her parents, people at 
school, and friends. (MF+/f-teen, ped, bi, inc, oral, 
anal, mast, orgy)

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(A Transcript)

"This is Ginger Smith reporting. A young girl, Terri, 
has been accused by her school of being sexually active 
with several other students and even one or two faculty 
members. She has been suspended from school, and is at 
home with her mother and father. We are just outside 
the house, and hope to interview all three. The house, 
as you see, is an average tract home in the suburbs of 
the city."

(rings doorbell)

"Sir? We're with the local TV station. May we come in?"

(screen opens, camera leads inside the living room)

"We won't use your last name, sir, to protect your 
daughter's identity. May I ask your first name?"

"It's Robert."

"And your wife's name is Linda?" (he nods) "And your 
daughter is Terri?" (nods again)

"Sir, we're here to ask about your feelings regarding 
the school's claim that your daughter is sexually 
active. She's 16, I understand? (nods) How do you feel 
about these charges? Did you know that Terri is 
sexually active?"

"Yes, I knew it."

"How did you learn about it?"

"One day when I was eating her pussy..." 

"I beg your pardon?"

"One day when I was eating her pussy, she moaned a name 
that wasn't 'Daddy.'"

"I see... er, I... what did you do?"

"Well, I was shocked, let me tell you. I turned her 
over at once, and spanked her hard."

"Uh-huh. And, er, then what happened?"

"I penetrated her ass. She squirmed and protested, but 
she likes it. And her mother does too. And of course, I 
like doing it to them. Or to anyone." 

"I-I see."

"You're not going to be able to use any of this on the 
news, are you?"

"No, I don't suppose we are. But I'm fascinated by what 
you're saying. Has this been going on long?"

"Just a year or so. Since she was 15."

"Does your wife know about this?"

"Of course. She often watches. Sometimes she joins in."

"Joins in -- how?"

"However she wants to. I'm not sure you can handle all 
this detail."

"Of course I can, sir, I'm a professional."

"And a good-looking one, too. Could I do anything for 
you? Your cameraman could get it down for posterity." 
(leers)

"Oh, no, thank you, but no. Could -- could we talk with 
Terri?"

"Sure. TERRI! Come on in, honey."

(girl enters living room)

"Baby, this nice lady wants to talk with you. Okay?"

"Sure, Daddy."

"Terri, how -- how do you feel about your suspension 
from school?"

"I'm not happy about it. They don't have any proof, 
just a lot of bragging by two or three boys."

"False bragging?"

"I don't suppose I should answer that. There's a school 
board hearing coming up."

"All right. Your father -- your father has been telling 
us some interesting things about your activities as 
home."

"Oh, Dad, can she handle that kind of stuff?"

"Well, actually I can. And it's a fascinating story. 
You and your mom and dad actually -- do things 
together."

"Sure. I don't know what he's told you, though."

"Well, he mentioned that he -- uses his mouth on you."

"Sure, every time. He loves to eat me. And mom too, of 
course."

"You mean he -- eats her too?"

"Well, that too. No, I meant she loves to eat me too."

"My God! I'm having trouble getting my mind around 
this."

"I imagine this is pretty shocking stuff to anyone who 
hasn't done it."

"You're a very self-possessed young lady. Talking about 
this doesn't embarrass you?"

"Not as bad as it embarrasses you." (giggles) "But 
you're holding your own."

"As I said, I'm having a bit of trouble visualizing 
what you're telling me."

"Ah. Perhaps you don't believe me. Can we show her, 
Dad?"

"Would you like that, Ms. Smith?"

"I-I guess I would."

"Okay. We'll give you a demonstration. You understand 
you have to film it, of course."

"Well, all right. But the film will never be seen."

"Oh, you can leave it with us. We'll make you a copy, 
of course, if you want one."

"Perhaps. I'm in unfamiliar territory here. But go 
ahead."

"Okay, Terri, let's do it. Undress, Baby."

(young girl strips off her top and shorts, and then 
removes her bra and panties)

"Your cameraman is enjoying this from the looks of him. 
Are you, Ms. Smith?"

"I have only a professional interest, sir, as I said. 
Go ahead."

"Lay down on the couch, honey."

"Okay, Dad." (lays down, spreads legs. Her father 
kneels between her thighs)

"Ms. Smith, I can't talk and do this. How about a nice 
journalistic narrative?"

"Er, okay. This... this is Ginger Smith and I'm in the 
home of Robert and Linda and their daughter Terri. 
Robert is kneeling between the naked, open thighs of 
his 16-year-old daughter, and is -- kissing and licking 
her vagina. Uh, Terri appears to be very willing and is 
enjoying what her father is doing. Her thighs are 
squirming, and she is panting heavily. Her father's 
tongue is moving inside the folds of her vagina, and 
her squirming is increasing. Now she is moaning" (moans 
heard), "and seems already close to an orgasm. Now her 
father is stopping."

"You do that well, Ms. Smith. I wish you'd use pussy 
instead of vagina, but otherwise it was really good." 
(grins) "Is there any chance of your joining us?"

"No -- no, there isn't. Why did you stop?"

"She'll cum better later because I stop and start. But 
you're welcome to take over for a while if you want."

"No! I-I have no interest in that kind of activity. 
With a woman, I mean."

"Ah, but with a man?"

"No, I didn't mean that either."

"Too bad. I thought you might like to suck me off, if 
Terri's pussy doesn't attract you."

"No sir, I would not. I'm just getting all this down as 
a story."

"But I think she interests your cameraman. What's your 
name, young man?"

"Ron." (voice breaks slightly)

"Well, Ron, why don't you give the camera to Ms. Smith, 
and join us. I'll bet Terri would like to suck you off. 
Right, Terri?" (girl nods)

"Here." (jostling of camera as it is moved from Ron's 
shoulder to Ms. Smith's)

"Hey, Ron, this is probably your film debut. Why not 
undress?" (Ms. Smith moves camera to show Ron 
stripping. When he is done, he moves toward the couch)

"Good man, Ron. Climb up and straddle her." (Ron steps 
up on the cushions, and points his sizable erection 
toward Terri's face)

"Um, Ron has now turned the camera over to me, and is 
straddling Terri. She opens her mouth and takes his 
penis -- his cock into it." (Robert smiles). "He is 
slowly... fucking her in the mouth." (Robert smiles 
again) "Her hands are on his buttocks, and she is 
drawing his body closer and closer to her face."

(camera is moved to the right to catch Ron's cock going 
in and out of Terri's mouth)

"Keep going, Ms. Smith! You're into it now!" (Robert 
kneels on the rug, and begins eating Terri again)

"Terri's father has resumed eating her. His hands are 
cupping her buttocks, and his thumbs... are pushing 
into her -- rear end. Terri's body is convulsing with 
pleasure as the two men go at her. She appears once 
again to be about to cum... oh, her father has stopped 
again."

"LINDA! Come in here, dear. You should be in on this." 
(Linda enters living room, wearing only panties and 
bra) 

"I thought you'd forgotten all about me!"

"No way. Why don't you go down on Terri... I'm sure Ms. 
Smith would like some film of that."

"All right." (Linda kneels between her daughter's 
thighs and commences licking her just as her father 
had. Just then, Ron groans and cums in Terri's mouth)

"Ah, good. I hope you enjoyed that, young man."

"Yessir, I did."

"And I hope you have good restorative powers. You 
should, at your age."

"Restorative powers?"

"The ability to get it up again. Your services may 
still be needed."

"Oh, yessir, I think that's a possibility."

"Good. In the meantime, I wonder if you would be 
willing to eat Linda?"

"I-I yessir I am."

"Excellent! Linda, please stop what you're doing there, 
and strip off all those cumbersome undies." (Linda 
stops eating Terri, and dutifully unleashes her sizable 
breasts from their harness. She then slowly slides her 
panties down her thighs. She goes to the other end of 
the couch, and spreads out on it)

"Go on, Ron, I love to watch other men eat my wife. And 
now I'll just finish what I'm doing here." (He kneels 
again between his daughter's legs and laps away at her)

"Oh, Dad, oh, oh, oh, I'm cumming. Oh, it's so good!"

"Uh...uh... Terri has grasped her father's head and is 
pulling him farther and farther into her pussy. His 
cheeks are half-buried in the folds, and you can hear 
how much she enjoys it." (Terri shrieks with pleasure 
and then collapses across her father's back) 

"In the meantime, Ron is eating Linda like he's been 
doing this sort of thing forever. Her head is rolling 
back and forth, and it's obvious he's doing it well. 
This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen. I'm 
moving toward the couch and looking down at Linda. Her 
face is contorted with pleasure, and her breasts are 
heaving. I wish I could..."

"Could to do what, Ms. Smith? Touch her breasts? Kiss 
them perhaps? Take a nipple in your mouth and suck on 
it? Why don't you?" (camera slides to floor, looking 
off across the room)

"Here, let me take over for you. And get out of some of 
those clothes. " (camera views Ms. Smith, almost in a 
trance, removing her jacket, then her blouse; stepping 
out of her shoes, and removing her skirt. Now she is 
clad only in bra, panties, and hose)

"I am delighted to see that you're wearing individual 
stockings instead of pantyhose. I love the way they 
cling to your thighs. And a garter-belt! I thought they 
were gone forever. Now, go ahead, indulge yourself."

"This is Robert, taking over the narrative for Ms. 
Smith, and the camera also; she's about to become too 
busy to continue with these things. She is standing 
over Linda again, and now she is kneeling beside the 
couch. Her hand takes Linda's left breast and cups it, 
and immediately her mouth moves down to cover the 
nipple." (Linda moans) 

"Ron is doing a wonderful job of eating Linda, taking 
his time, and stopping occasionally when she gets too 
close to a climax. Linda has reached around behind Ms. 
Smith and unhooked her bra; now her hands are kneading 
the breasts which have just been freed from their 
restraint. They are very nice breasts, and I could 
almost imagine myself sucking them -- but I'm too busy 
with the camera."

"Now Ms. Smith is standing up, and indicating to Linda 
that she should slide Ms. Smith's panties down. Linda 
is doing it, very slowly, and now they drop to the 
floor next to the bra. Linda quickly moves her head to 
the edge of the couch, and buries her face in Ms. 
Smith's bush." (Ms. Smith moans). 

"Linda grasps Ms. Smith's hips and guides her up onto 
the couch; now she lowers Ms. Smith's body until her 
mound and her bush are against Linda's face. I can just 
move over to get a glimpse of her tongue going in; and 
now, listen to her" (Linda is whimpering) "as she cums 
on Ron's face. Delicious."

"Ms. Smith is holding Linda's head and pulling her as 
deeply into her snatch as she can. She is writhing and 
twisting, obviously enjoying it. It's amazing how the 
seemingly prudish ones let themselves go once they 
start. And now, I think it's my turn. Ron, take the 
camera, and point it at Ms. Smith and Linda."

(the camera looks lovingly and long on the scene of 
Linda eating out Ms. Smith. After a minute, Robert 
appears in the frame, totally nude and with an enormous 
erection. He wraps his arms around Ms. Smith, pushing 
her forward, and moves his body close in behind her)

"Ron! We need some narrative for this."

"All right. Robert has his hand around his -- cock, and 
is pushing it between Ginger's buttocks. Ginger bucks 
and tries to stop him, but Linda is holding her tight 
at the hips and by the mouth. Now she seems to be 
relaxing, and Robert is pushing his cock into her ass." 
(Ahhh! Ginger says loudly) "It's halfway in... and now 
Ginger is pushing back! Amazing."

"That's it Ms. Smith... impale yourself on me. It will 
only hurt for a moment, and then I'll start moving 
inside your ass. Terri! Make yourself useful."

(Terri has been lying exhausted at the other end of the 
couch, and now she moves down to where the other three 
are writhing in pleasure) 

"Uh -- She leans down and buries her tongue in her 
father's ass, ohmygoodness! That propels him forward, 
and he is buried to the balls in Ginger's ass. He 
begins fucking into her, and now she is coming on 
Linda's face. Ginger collapses on Linda's body, and her 
mouth moves on to Linda's right nipple. She can't get 
enough. Terri pulls her face out of her father's ass, 
and smiles at me. This is great!"

"Uh-h-h! There! I came in your ass. And you didn't mind 
the whole thing too much, did you -- Ginger?" (sits on 
couch) 

"No -- no, I didn't. And that amazes me, 'cause I've 
never had that done to me before. But it wasn't bad at 
all -- I enjoyed it."

"I hope you're not just saying that."

"No, and I'll prove it to you." (she kneels between 
Robert's legs; and begins licking up and down his cock, 
taking everything off it)

"There. And I hope this all happens again. Can we come 
back?"

"Well, you are more than welcome to return. As long as 
Ron comes with you; there are some things we haven't 
done yet."

"What things?"

"Never mind. We'll talk about it when you come back. 
Are you leaving the tape?" 

"No, I've changed my mind. I'm taking it, and I'll make 
a copy for Ron and one for all of you. When can I bring 
it over?"

"Well, this is Thursday; how about Saturday?"

"How about tomorrow?"

"Ah, eagerness! We'd love to, but some other people are 
coming over tomorrow."

"I'd like to be a fly on the wall for that. Saturday 
then?"

"Saturday. So long."

 two

(excerpt from Terri's computer diary)

The day after the television people joined us in our 
fun and games, my mother and father hosted the 
president of the school board for dinner. While he was 
only one vote, everyone knew that he had two other 
members in his pocket, and it might be enough to save 
me when the board considered my "problem."

Mr. G. came into the living room and sat on the couch. 
He seemed slightly nervous, and soon explained that it 
was due to the facts of my case and his reluctance to 
be involved in anything like it. He hoped that things 
could be worked out.

We sat down to dinner, my mother on Mr. G's left, dad 
at the head of the table, and me across from my mom and 
Mr. G. Dinner was very good, and dad broke out the 
brandy afterward; Mr. G. was happy to imbibe. I know 
that my mother was attracted to him; he was a trim man 
of about fifty with sandy hair and blue eyes. I saw my 
mother's right arm moving back and forth, her hand 
apparently touching some part of Mr. G.; he was getting 
quite red in the face, and leaned over to whisper 
something to her.

"It's all right," she said, "you can speak up. Mr. G. 
is upset that my hand has been caressing his thigh. 
Would you like me to stop?" she asked him.

"Well, it feels very nice, but I wasn't sure what 
everyone else would think."

"They probably think I'm attracted to you, and they 
always let me do what I want."

"Really. That must make for an interesting family 
life."

"Oh, it does. And it might help you understand Terri's 
behavior at school. She just expands on what happens 
here."

"And -- and what does happen here?"

"Almost anything you can think of, Mr. G. What can you 
think of?"

"I don't have too much imagination. Perhaps you could 
tell me about it."

"Well, for instance, if I were to move my hand up your 
leg, and you were to unzip your fly, I could hold an 
object of great interest to me." Mr. G. was beet-red 
now, but his hand went under the table and we heard the 
sound of his zipper. "Now just let me take it out, and 
-- oh, Mr. G., what a nice size!"

"This -- this is amazing. Amazing that you're doing 
this, and that I'm letting you do it."

"But there's nothing wrong with it, is there?"

"What's wrong is that your daughter and your husband 
are watching this."

"But they're not being critical, you notice. And you 
might think of it as adding to Terri's education, since 
you're in the education business."

"Ha ha. Very good. I can see that coming down on your 
daughter at the board meeting is going to be very 
difficult."

"Is that a play on words, Mr. G.? Is 'coming down' like 
'going down'?"

"Oh my goodness. I don't think I meant that."

"But perhaps you would like to do that. Go down on her, 
I mean."

"Please! She's a young girl!"

"But not inexperienced, as you already know from the 
reports you've read. And perhaps those reports are the 
reason you're here tonight. Your curiosity has been 
piqued."

"This conversation is getting very uncomfortable."

"Then perhaps I should stop talking." Mom slid off her 
chair, and knelt at Mr. G.s leg. "I'll just stop my 
mouth from talking."

I strained upward from my chair to get a better view as 
Mom lowered her face toward Mr. G.s substantial 
erection. She tongued the head of his cock, and then 
took most of it into her mouth.
I watched it appearing and disappearing as she went up 
and down on it; dad was watching from the end of the 
table also. Then I looked into Mr. G.s eyes and saw him 
staring at me with obvious lust. I was the reason he 
had come tonight, all right!

I decided to take a real risk. "Mr. G.? I'm going to go 
into my bedroom, and I hope you'll join me there. It's 
the second door on the left down the hall." And with 
that, I got up and left the table.

I went into my bedroom, leaving the door ajar. I 
quickly stripped, but left my panties on; I lay down on 
the bed and waited. I only had to wait for a moment. 
Mr. G. had apparently stopped my mother in her 
ministrations, come straight down the hall, and was 
slipping into my room. His eyes were wet as he stared 
longingly at my young body on the bed.

"This is insane. This whole thing is insane," he said.

"I know. Now why don't you undress?"

And he did, very quickly. His clothes lay in a pile 
near the door, and he advanced on the bed behind a huge 
erection. I couldn't tell whether it had gotten so big 
from my mother's mouth, or from the sight of me on the 
bed, but it was really big.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and I reached over and 
grasped his cock. I began stroking it up and down, and 
he closed his eyes in what seemed almost a swoon. "My 
God! Your hand feels heavenly," he said.

"Well how about both my hand -- and my mouth?" I 
twisted toward him, and went down on him in one gulp 
before he could object. I kept stroking his cock, which 
seemed to be getting bigger by the second. The head of 
it filled my mouth, and the taste was heavenly to me. 
He was even bigger than my dad, and much bigger than 
the boys I'd sucked off at school. With my free hand, I 
stroked his balls and then grasped hold of them. He 
reacted as if lightning was shooting through him, and I 
realized that he was going to cum any second.

So I stopped. "Why -- why did you stop?" he asked.

"Because I didn't want to lose you so fast. I might 
need that lovely cock for other things."

Now he was getting coy: "What other things?"

"Take off my panties and I'll show you."

He stripped off my sopping-wet panties, and knelt 
between my legs looking lovingly down at my pussy. 
"Beautiful," he said, "Absolutely beautiful."

"And it tastes good, too," I said, and giggled. With no 
hesitation, he leaned forward and plunged his face 
between my thighs, sucking at once on my aroused 
clitoris and pushing two fingers into my wet pussy. 
"Ohhhh," I moaned. "Mr. G., that is wonderful." I 
looked up to see my mother coming through the bedroom 
door, stark naked. Her eyes lit up when she beheld the 
scene on my bed.

"Mr. G.," I whispered softly, "My mother is joining us, 
if that's all right." He didn't miss a stroke with his 
tongue as he nodded his head up and down. I'm not sure 
he had any idea what was happening, but he seemed game.

Mother walked to the head of the bed, and straddled my 
face from a forward position so that she could watch 
Mr. G. eating me. My mother said later that his eyes 
looked up to see my tongue going into my mother's 
pussy, and that his eyebrows raised a full two inches. 
This was obviously new territory for him.

But new or not, he kept plugging, and in a few seconds 
I experienced one of the best orgasms I've ever had 
from a tongue. He was really good, and this was not 
lost on my mother. She got off me, and moved down the 
bed. "Terri," she said sweetly, "why don't you sit over 
there in the chair, and watch us. I want what you just 
had with this man."

"Okay, mom," I said brightly, and went to sit in the 
chair. I kept caressing my belly and my breasts, 
wanting the afterglow of the orgasm to last as long as 
possible. Mom told Mr. G. to lay on his back, and she 
moved forward to straddle his face. Now he was licking 
his second pussy in just a few minutes, but he seemed 
up to the job. Mom moved her head down his body, and 
took his cock into her mouth. They began a slow, 
undulating 69 that was lovely to watch.

Mom was ecstatic at Mr. G.s talent at pussy-eating. She 
ground her hips up and down, pushing into his face and 
causing his tongue to go ever deeper inside her. He 
brought his hands up to the globes of her ass, and I 
could see his fingertips inserted into the crack; she 
squirmed in delight, and kept sucking his large cock.

Now my dad came into the room, and stared delightedly 
at the tableaux on the bed. This was the sort of thing 
he lived for. He walked over to the chair where I was 
sitting, and unzipped his pants; I reached in and took 
out his cock, turned my head slightly while still 
making sure that.

I could watch the pair on the bed, and started sucking 
him off. His cock swelled in my mouth and I took it in 
so deep that the head of it was partway down my throat. 
I breathed in on his outstroke, as he had taught me, 
and pressed my lips along the shaft as it slid in and 
out. He had been a good teacher, and I was a good 
student.

On the bed, Mr. G. came in a flood, which my mom 
swallowed at once. Then she came, screaming with 
pleasure, and the two of them fell side by side on the 
bed. Across my mother's body, I saw Mr. G. raise his 
head and look toward dad and me in utter disbelief. My 
dad saw him staring, laughed, and came in my mouth with 
an extra few drops brought up by the excitement of 
having someone watching. Especially someone like Mr. G.

Later, as Mr. G. was leaving, he smiled at me and 
touched my cheek. "I don't think you have anything to 
worry about at the hearing, Terri," he said. "In fact, 
I'm not sure there will be a hearing. Perhaps you could 
come to my office at the insurance company one day this 
week so that we can discuss it."

"All right. Should I bring my parents?" I smiled 
disarmingly.

"No, I don't think that will be necessary. It'll just 
be some talk between you and I."

"Sort of an oral exercise?" I grinned.

"You do have a way with words. Well, I'll see you -- 
Wednesday? That is if neither of you has any 
objection," he said to mom and dad.

"No, of course not," my mother said. "We're anxious to 
get this matter behind us."

"I don't think you have any worries in that regard," he 
said.

"Good," said my mom, "but would you object if I dropped 
by your office on, say, Thursday, to see where things 
stand?"

Mr. G.s eyes glazed over. "That would be very nice," he 
said. And he left.


 three

(as recounted by Ginger)

It was ridiculous how excited I was when Saturday came. 
I was scarcely a novice at sex, but the forbidden 
flavor of what had happened on Thursday had added an 
element which I hadn't been aware of in my rather 
predictable couplings in the past. I thought about 
Thursday, and wondered what could happen today that 
would be any different; I would just have to rely on 
the very 
ingenious imaginations of Terri and her parents.

13I picked Ron up at his apartment, and we drove to 
Terri's house. I saw her in the window looking out at 
us and smiling; I could hardly wait to get inside. Ron 
and I sat on the couch, and Terri sat on the floor at 
my feet. Her parents came in, and neither one was 
wearing anything.

"You're all so over-dressed," Robert said. "Get 
comfortable." Ron quickly stripped, and I removed my 
sweater and skirt. Standing there, I looked down at 
Terri just as her hands came up to grasp the elastic of 
my panties and slip them down my thighs. The feel of 
her fingers on my skin was very pleasing. I unhooked my 
bra and set it by the side of the couch, and stepped 
out of my panties. Then I sat down.

Ron was already sitting. Robert walked over to the 
couch and put his hands on his shoulders. His large 
erection was only six inches from Ron's face. "Are you 
ready for something new?" he asked.

"If I understand you right, no, no I'm not." Ron looked 
flustered.

"Oh, I didn't mean you sucking me off," Robert said. 
"Relax. I meant me sucking you off." And his hand 
dropped to encircle Ron's erection while he held him 
pinned to the couch by one shoulder. "I really want to 
do it. You have a beautiful cock." He smiled, and 
dropped to his knees between Ron's legs. "What do you 
say. It's no fun unless you're willing."

"All -- all right," Ron said, and then looked at me. 
"Ginger? Do you think this is too weird?"

"Ron, I think you have to decide. Have you ever wanted 
that? I must confess I've never seen a man suck a man 
off. I'd like to see it, if you'll let him."

"Okay. But I'm not going to do it to you, Robert." 

"Understood. This is just something I like to do, and 
I'm sure someone else here will do the same thing for 
me."

His head dropped onto Ron's cock, and he took the 
entire thing in his mouth. Ron groaned and threw his 
head back on the couch. He closed his eyes and gently 
raised his hips to fuck Robert in the mouth on each 
down stroke. We women sat mesmerized, especially Terri. 
She had stood up and was removing her clothes, never 
taking her eyes off the sight of Ron's cock 
disappearing into her dad's mouth and then reappearing 
shiny with saliva.

When Terri was nude, I reached up and put my arm around 
her waist. She melted toward me, and I reached between 
her legs and began running my fingers along the lips of 
her pussy. She smiled down at me. "You said on Thursday 
you wouldn't do anything with a woman. Do you still 
feel that way?"

"I think I've changed my mind. As long as you 
understand that I don't really know what to do."

"You'll know what to do. Just do to me what you like to 
have done to you. What my mother did to you on 
Thursday." She climbed up on the couch, and presented 
her mound to me. I kissed the hair covering her mound, 
and she moved up a bit higher; I slipped my tongue 
between the lips of her pussy, and flicked her aroused 
clit. "Mmmmm," she said. "You're doing fine."

I found myself enjoying it very much. I had known on 
Thursday that I would try it if given the chance, 
because of the extreme pleasure Linda had given me with 
her tongue. I hoped that Terri was getting half the 
sensation I had gotten from her mother. Linda now came 
over the couch and knelt between my legs, pushing her 
face into my bush and finding my clit with her tongue. 
So there we were, three women on one end of the couch 
giving each other head, and two men at the other end 
doing the same thing. That couch would be worth a 
fortune if it could talk.

Ron came in Robert's mouth, his body shuddering and 
shaking the entire couch. "Ohhhh," he said. "I never 
would have believed that could be so good."

"Ah," said Robert. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I owe you. And I admit that I'm curious about having a 
cock in my mouth. Here, sit down." Robert and Ron 
changed places, and Ron grasped Robert's cock in his 
hand. "I'll just start with stroking you, if that's all 
right."

"That's fine," said Robert. "Whatever you can do will 
be appreciated."

Ron stroked up and down over and over again, but we 
could all feel him thinking. Finally, his head went 
over Robert's cock and, holding it with thumb and 
forefinger at the base, he started licking the head. He 
licked for a minute, sighed, and plunged his mouth down 
on Robert's large erect cock. Just then Terri came and 
flooded my lips and cheeks with the fluid from her 
pussy. A moment later, I came in Linda's face.

We all lay in each other's arms, watching Ron get his 
baptism at cock-sucking. He threw himself into it, and 
Robert was obviously enjoying it. Very soon, he came 
with a great shout, and Ron raised himself with 
Robert's cum dripping out of his mouth. "You guys are a 
lot of fun," Linda said, and moved over to lick the 
rest of the cum off Robert's dripping cock.

We dressed quickly, and Ron and I made ready to leave. 
"You two are welcome here any time, " Robert said. 
"Next time, we'll try some other stuff."

"Migosh," I said. "What's left to try?"

"We'll think of something," Robert said. "We haven't 
done anything which included all five of us yet. And 
there's at least one other thing I'd like to do." He 
grinned wickedly.

"I think we should leave that to our imagination," I 
said. "But I want to come back, soon."

"Well, let's see. Wednesday and Thursday are out. Terri 
and Linda have -- prior engagements. How 
about Tuesday?"

"All right. Okay with you, Ron?" Ron nodded.

"Oh, Ron," Robert said. "Any chance you could drop by 
on Monday? There's something I'd like to discuss with 
you."

"Sure, I can do that. About 2?" Robert nodded. "See you 
all next week," he said.


 four

(as recounted by Robert)

They showed up on Tuesday, and I could see that Ginger 
was really ready to go. I knew that Ron would be, based 
on our meeting on Monday; he and I made a little plan 
for today, and sealed it with mutual blowjobs. That 
young man has real promise.

When they were seated on the couch, Terri and Linda 
came into the room wearing nothing at all. I had them 
lie down on the rug in front of the couch, on their 
sides. Terri lifted Linda's leg, and moved her head in 
between her mom's thighs. She started eating Linda 
slowly and expertly. Linda raised Terri's leg and 
started doing the same thing to her. Ron and Ginger sat 
watching, enjoying the spectacle. 

Ginger slipped her hand into the band of her skirt and 
began rubbing herself. Ron freed his cock, which stood 
upright in his lap; Ginger reached over with her other 
hand and began stroking him. "I'm glad to see you two 
are self-starters," I said, sitting down on the couch 
next to Ginger. I unzipped and showed her my erection, 
and she removed the hand from her skirt and circled my 
cock with it. She stroked us in unison, never taking 
her eyes off the sight of my wife and daughter eating 
each other out.

Since our hands were free, Ron and I began unbuttoning 
Ginger's blouse. Her breasts pushed through the 
opening, the creamy tops showing above her bra. When we 
got her blouse off, I reached around behind her and 
unhooked the bra; I pulled it forward, freeing her 
lovely breasts.
Ron leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth, and I 
took the other. Ginger arched her back and seemed to 
want to shove every bit of her breasts into our mouths.

I stopped her from jerking me off, or I would have come 
in another minute. Ron stopped her too, and he and I 
stood up and stripped. Ginger unzipped her skirt, and I 
reached down and pulled it off her. I did the same with 
her panties. "Lie down," I said. "I'm going to fuck 
you."

She obediently stretched out on the couch, and I 
climbed over her. Her thighs were wide open, and I had 
no trouble stuffing my cock into her wet pussy. I 
started stroking into her. Ron in the meantime came 
around the couch, pulling on a condom. He coated it 
with K-Y, and climbed up on the couch in back of me. It 
was this we had planned the day before; while I fucked 
Ginger, Ron would fuck me in the ass. Ginger's eyes got 
very large when she saw Ron looming above me. I noticed 
Terri and Linda had stopped what they were doing and 
were just sitting on the floor watching the three of 
us.

Ron took one or two tries to get his cock into me, but 
he finally managed it and began stroking. We quickly 
got into a rhythm, and every time he pumped his cock 
into my ass, I pumped harder into Ginger. Linda stood 
up and went to the other end of the couch. She climbed 
over the end, and plunged her pussy into Ginger's face. 
She and I were facing each other, and began kissing.
Terri went to the same end, leaned over it, and started 
licking her mom's ass. Everybody but Terri had an 
orgasm within a few minutes.

Later, I ate Linda's pussy with everyone watching; 
Terri stood next to Ron and stroked his re- awakening 
cock absentmindedly while she watched my tongue going 
into and out of her mother.

Ginger came around in front of Ron, knelt down, and 
started sucking his knob while Terri kept stroking him. 
Ginger put her hands around behind Ron and worked her 
fingertips into the crack of his ass, pulling him 
forward deep into her mouth around my thick cock as it 
rammed into her mouth again and again. We came 
together, just as Ron shot into Ginger's mouth. He 
leaned down and took her face in his hands, licking his 
cum off her lips.

In a few minutes, with the others sitting on the rug 
watching, I upended Terri on the couch and plunged my 
face between the globes of her ass. My tongue found the 
small puckered hole, and I forced it partway in, at the 
same time sliding two fingers into her pussy. She 
rocked to my motion, and moaned contentedly as I licked 
and fingered her to an climax.

"When would you like to come back?" I asked Ginger and 
Ron as they were getting ready to leave. 

"As soon as you want us," she said. "I loved watching 
Ron fuck you in the ass; I want to see you doing it to 
him."

"Well, maybe next time. Why not come on Saturday. And 
plan to spend the night. There are parts of the house 
you haven't seen yet.," I said.

We agreed on Saturday, and the two of them left.

 five 

(excerpt from Terri's computer diary)

On Tuesday, I went to Mr. G's office. We talked for a 
few minutes, during which he engaged in a lot of double 
entendre. I think he thought it was going over my head. 
He then said "Let's get out of here. I want to go home, 
so my wife can sort of chaperon us. After what happened 
on Friday."

That seemed sensible to me. His wife would be a buffer 
so that nothing bad would happen.

We drove to his house, and went in through the garage. 
He showed me to the big, comfy couch, and I sat down. 
Just then a woman came in. She was about 45, and still 
handsome. She had dark hair, and pretty large breasts. 
"This is my wife Sharon," Mr. G. said. "So you're 
Terri," she said. "Nice to meet you. My husband has 
told me something about your troubles at school, but it 
will probably be all right. Especially after Friday."

"Friday? Oh, you mean the dinner at our house?" I 
smiled in what I hoped was a disarming way.

"Yes, the -- dinner. And everything else that 
happened."

"I don't think anything else happened," I lied. I 
looked at Mr. G., but he was looking down at the floor.

"Terri, you should know that my husband tells me 
everything. About him eating you, and his 69 with your 
mother, and you sucking your father off." She smiled 
wickedly. Mr. G now was beet-red, even more than he had 
been at the dinner table on Friday.

"Ah," I said, "and how do you feel about all that?"

"I feel left out, Terri. Deprived. I would have liked 
to have been there. And I want to do to you what my 
husband did. Will you let me?"

"Y-yes, I will," I said.

"All right. Follow me down the hall, will you?" I did, 
and she showed me into the bedroom. "Get undressed, 
dear," she said. I faced the bed and quickly stripped, 
and then climbed up onto the bed. When I looked at 
Sharon, she had stripped down to bra and panties, her 
breasts straining against the bra and her panties 
spread invitingly over her hips. She unhooked the bra 
and dropped it, and then slid the panties down until 
they fell to the floor.

"Spread your legs, honey." I did, and she slipped in 
between them. Her lips and tongue began working over 
the folds of my pussy, and my clit grew large. She 
sucked on it lightly, and I caught her head in my 
hands, my fingers intertwined in her curls. She thrust 
her long tongue deep inside me, and I felt her licking 
the inside of my pussy. Then she reached underneath me, 
and thrust a finger up my ass. She fingered and tongued 
me to an orgasm.

"That was wonderful," I said. "Now, I hope you'll let 
me do you."

"Oh, yes, please, please!" She lay down on the bed and 
I moved between her legs. I looked down at her wide-
open pussy, leaking lots of fluid which she had built 
up while she ate me out.

"Let's see if I know what to do," I said coyly. I'm 
just a little girl, after all." Her body shuddered with 
desire, and I kissed the hairy mound above her pussy. I 
ran my hands along the insides of her thighs, and then 
up onto her belly; she began to shake with 
anticipation. "Oh, eat me, eat me, please. I need it 
so."

I plunged my face into her dripping snatch, ramming my 
tongue as far into her as I could. She bucked and 
bucked, loving what I was doing. "Ahhhh," she moaned, 
"You're so good!" I knew she wanted me to do to her 
what she had done to me, so I reached under her and 
stroked her anus with my fingertip. "Yes, yes," she 
said, "put it in me." I did, and in a moment she came 
in a rush, sliming my lips and my cheeks and my chin 
with the copious discharge of her pussy.

Later, as I prepared to go, Sharon said, "I hope you'll 
come back soon. Mr. G. would like to join us, and there 
might be another surprise or two." 

"I'd like to come back. But you'll have to give me a 
good report when you meet my mom tomorrow."

"Yes, I'm looking forward to that. Is she as -- open as 
you are?" 

"My mom and dad taught me everything I know. You'll 
like her." And I knew that I was going to like 
comparing notes with my mother after she visited. "I'm 
going to go. I'll come back whenever you invite me." 
Sharon hugged me and put her lips on mine. I felt her 
tongue pushing into my mouth, and it was very pleasant. 
"So long," she said.


 six

(as recounted by Linda)

Terri told me what to expect, after her visit to Mr. 
and Mrs. G. on Wednesday. I found it odd that Mr. G. 
hadn't participated, and hoped that it would happen 
today. The memory of his cock in my mouth warmed me, 
and, much as I love eating pussy, I need cock on a 
regular basis. 

My husband and I were very fortunate to be able to make 
love often, but also to have room for others; I suppose 
we were wicked to have included Terri, but she seemed a 
natural. She had walked in on us while I was sucking 
Robert off, and she just simply sat down next to him on 
the couch and watched me do it. I guess she was 
studying technique.

She didn't participate that day, but the next day said 
to me "Mom, I'd like you to tell me the next time you 
and dad are doing that. I was really surprised to see 
it, but I'll be ready next time."

"Ready? What do you mean, exactly?"

"Ready to do what you were doing. Suck daddy off. Does 
that offend you?"

"N-no, it sort of floors me, though. We'll see. You may 
not understand what it's really like."

"But I want to."

"All right. I guess." She amazed me, but the next time 
she was in the room she went down on her dad and sucked 
him to an orgasm. Then she smiled up at him, and 
swallowed his cum. That was a year ago, and she doesn't 
seem to have any problems with anything that's happened 
since. In fact, she often leads, and is very inventive.

I arrived at Mr. G's office in a very agitated state 
after thinking all this while driving. He greeted me, 
and asked me to accompany him home; his wife wanted to 
talk with me. "Well, I'll be glad to talk with her, but 
I hope you'll be in the conversation, too." We got in 
his car and started driving.

"I expect to be. Why wouldn't I?" 

"Well, you didn't join in the... conversation yesterday 
with Terri."

"No, I didn't. My wife was so hot to have Terri that I 
just thought I'd get in the way. I watched from the 
doorway, though, when Terri went down on Sharon. And 
her ass was waving to and fro, up in the air; it was 
all I could do to keep from rushing in and putting my 
cock in it. I hope you don't mind me talking about her 
this way."

"I don't mind a bit. I just get a little hot 
visualizing what you were saying."

"All three of you are really unusual. No hang-ups. 
Sharon and I love to do things with other people, but 
sometimes I'm a little shy." I reached over and put my 
hand in his lap. He smiled.

"That's just the sort of thing I mean. You do that so 
naturally, so unselfconsciously. I think it's great."

"Good. So do I," I said, and ran the palm of my hand 
over the front of his trousers. I could feel the surge 
of his cock immediately. "You'd better drive faster," I 
said, "or I'll be going down on you in broad daylight."

He raced home and parked in the garage. He started to 
get out of the car, but I held his arm. "Can I go down 
on you now that there's some privacy?"

"Well, Sharon's waiting inside."

"I'll just suck it for a minute. I just want the taste 
of it." He sighed and sat back in the car seat.

"Please. Do it." I unzipped his fly and freed his large 
and erect cock into my hand; I leaned across the 
console, and slipped my lips over the head of his 
delicious shaft. I swirled my tongue around the knob, 
and Mr. G. put his hand gently on the top of my head to 
press me down farther onto him. My eyes were closed, 
and I was utterly enjoying the taste and smell of his 
cock and the way it filled my mouth...

"Madam, what is that you're doing to my husband?" 
Sharon said, standing at the window. She was smiling. 
"Exactly what do you call that?" I raised my head.

"I call it a blow job. Do you object to him getting a 
blow job from another woman?"

"Not at all. But not here in the garage. Where I can't 
see it well. Let's go into the house, for heaven's 
sake."

Mr. G. and I got out of the car, and he put his still-
huge cock back into his pants. He zipped up, and then 
showed me through the door into the kitchen. "Go right 
on through there to the living room," he said

"No, dear, after what I just saw I want her in the 
bedroom," Sharon said.

"Yes, dear, of course." He smiled at me sheepishly. "Do 
you mind?"

"Of course not. But you have to come with us. I'm not 
through sucking you off. I need to do it a while 
longer."

We moved quickly down the hall to the bedroom, and 
stood around it stripping. I looked at Sharon's body 
emerging from her clothes, and she was looking at me 
the same way. I don't think either of us was 
disappointed. We are about the same age, and both of us 
are well-preserved in my opinion. Mr. G. finished 
undressing and sat on the bed; I pushed him back 
farther onto it, and straddled his legs. My mouth 
lowered on to his great erection, and I began sucking 
him in a long, slow motion. Sharon stood watching for a 
moment, and then walked to the closet. 

In a moment she was back by the bed, making sure that I 
could see her strapping on a dildo belt. When it was 
wrapped around her hips, she started stroking it; it 
was longer than any cock I'd ever seen, and had knobs 
jutting out all along the shaft. She walked behind me, 
and I waited to feel the object in my pussy. I spread 
my legs a little to give her access, and raised my ass. 
To my surprise, she put her hand firmly on my lower 
back and pushed me down until I was jackknifed over Mr. 
G.s legs. My pussy wasn't even up where she could get 
at it. And then I knew what she had in mind.

She must have had the K-Y in her hand and slathered it 
along the shaft quickly, because it went into my ass in 
one smooth thrust. My rear end is scarcely virginal, 
but I had never had a man's cock that went so deep or 
stretched my anus so much. It was uncomfortable, and I 
squirmed and made noises without skipping a stroke on 
Mr. G. "It will be all right," Sharon said. "I'll just 
wait for a bit until you expand to take this."

And so she stood there patiently, the giant tool 
resting motionless in my bowels, while I sucked away on 
her husband. Sharon leaned down and whispered "lick his 
balls." I took my mouth off his purpled knob and began 
doing as she said. I took first one and then the other 
into my mouth, and stroked his rod with my hand.

Sharon leaned down again, and whispered "now put your 
tongue in his ass." I scarcely skipped a beat as I slid 
my tongue down into the crack of his ass. He raised 
himself slightly to allow me a better angle, and I got 
my tongue onto the puckered spot. My hand kept stroking 
away, and my tongue broke through a little way into his 
bowels. He bucked with pleasure.

Just then Sharon began stroking into my ass with her 
large tool. Now it scarcely hurt at all, and I felt the 
pleasure rising in my belly as the long shaft moved in 
and out between my cheeks. She began ramming into me, 
and I loved it. Then Mr. G. came in a flood, coating 
the top of my hand with his semen. That set me off, and 
I came also. I crawled up his body, and began licking 
the cum off his belly. He looked down at me and stroked 
my cheeks lovingly.

Sharon took off the tool belt, and I leaned over and 
kissed her bush. "Lie down," I said. "I want to eat 
you." She quickly lay on the bed, threw her legs up, 
and waited for me to eat her out. I did it very fast, 
since she was really ready. She wrapped her thighs 
around my neck, and moaned loudly. She bucked her mound 
into my face, and she came in a huge flood just as 
Terri had described. I lapped it all up.

"That was fun," I said when we were dressed and about 
to leave. "There's just one thing, Sharon. I don't have 
many rules or restrictions, but you have to promise me 
you won't use that thing on Terri. Not in her rear. She 
can't take anything that big. Understood?"

"Understood. But I could ask her to wear it and fuck me 
in the ass, couldn't I?"

"Of course. But only on condition that I get to watch." 
We laughed, and Mr. G. and I went out to the garage for 
the trip back to his office. He was ready again, and I 
jerked him off as we made our way through the traffic. 
He came all over my hand, and I raised it to my lips. I 
started licking his cum off, and he leaned forward and 
licked some of it up off my lips. It was a glorious 

 seven



(as recounted by Ginger)

Ron picked me up at 10 on Saturday morning, and we 
drove to Robert's and Linda's house. I made sure that 
Ron brought a video camera, and I had a digital camera 
also. Ron had made copies of our tape from the week 
before, but he hadn't looked at it; he gave me a copy, 
which I left in the car, and showed me another copy for 
our friends.

I really liked Ron. He might have stopped a lot of what 
happened the first two times if he had acted the way 
most men would act: protecting a female coworker from 
something unpleasant. But I didn't want to be 
protected, as he now knew, and he had gone along with 
things I don't think he imagined possible a couple of 
weeks ago. I was feeling very warm toward him, and, as 
he drove, I reached over and caressed the front of his 
pants. 

He got an erection immediately, and I rubbed the 
hardness of his cock-head in a rotary movement. When we 
got to the house, he stopped me from getting out, and 
reached under my skirt. His hand went to the top of my 
panties and slipped under them; his finger started 
stroking my clit and then moved under it to slip into 
my pussy.

"That's good, Ron, but we'd better save ourselves for 
later." We got out of the car, and walked to the front 
door. I had a small overnight bag, with a change of 
clothes and some underwear which I hoped would inspire 
somebody to do something. Not that any stimulation was 
needed for this family.

Terri opened the door, wearing absolutely nothing. She 
grabbed Ron by the hand and skipped down the hall with 
him toward her bedroom. "Make yourself at home, 
Ginger," she said over her shoulder. "Mom and dad are 
in the den."

I walked across the living room to the double doors of 
the den; it looked as though the room might have been a 
dining room at one time. I knocked, and went in when I 
heard Linda's voice.

The room had shuttered windows, and very dimly-lit. 
There were candles burning in all the corners, and by 
the dim light I could see Linda lying on her stomach on 
a large, round sofa. Her hands and feet were bound, she 
had a blindfold on, and she was wearing black panties 
with a large split which showed the crack of her ass. 
"What's going on?" I asked.

"Just trying something different. Variety is the spice 
of life. Why don't you take your clothes off?"

"Okay. Where's Robert?" I quickly stripped off my 
blouse and skirt, stepped out of my shoes, and walked 
over to the round couch. I saw Linda admiring my skimpy 
underwear. "He'll be here. He's just making me wait." 

"Wait for what?" 

"For him. To come in here and penetrate me while I'm 
tied down."

"Do you want that?"

"Oh, yes. I love it. I love the waiting, the 
anticipation. It makes me wet. And I love it when he 
comes in and sticks his cock in me."

"Ah. But I feel sort of extra just standing here."

"But you can keep me company. It's a big couch. Take 
off the rest of your clothes and come sit down." I 
quickly complied and sat down near her head. "No, turn 
toward me and open your legs. I want to eat you."

"While you're tied down? It seems unfair to take 
advantage of you."

"You won't be taking advantage of me. You'll be giving 
me pleasure by letting me put my tongue in you."

"All right." I swung my left leg around and scooted up 
until her face was near my mound. "All right, then. 
Lick me. I'm starting to feel very powerful."

"That's good. That's the way you're supposed to feel. 
And I'm supposed to feel helpless and at your mercy. 
Make me do bad things, please." She was speaking in a 
little girl's voice, and it turned me on. I scooted 
closer, grasped her hair, and pulled her face into my 
pussy-hair. "Eat me... I command you!" I giggled.

"Now stop that giggling," she said. "You'll ruin the 
moment." And then she pushed her tongue inside me; I 
groaned and laid all the way back, splaying my legs out 
on either side of her head.

"Eat me," I said huskily, and didn't giggle. Linda 
redoubled her efforts, paying special attention to the 
walls of my pussy inside the folds. Her tongue would 
occasionally touch my clit, sending a jolt through me, 
and the sense of power I had over a tied-down woman was 
really something.

Robert appeared beside the couch, totally nude. He 
walked around to my part of the couch, bent my head 
back, and rammed his cock deep into my mouth. I gasped 
with the suddenness of it, and also because of the rush 
of pleasure it gave me. He stroked into my mouth for 
about a minute, and then leaned down. "I have to stop. 
This is already spoken for." And he moved around the 
round couch until he was standing behind Linda. 

He reached down and began kneading the cheeks of her 
ass, both the parts showing through the slit and the 
parts under the black material. Linda had stopped 
eating me, but I knew that she was just letting me 
think about it before she started in again. Her head 
was raised, almost as if she were listening because of 
the blindfold, and she was panting.

"I've waited so long. Please, do it!'

"Do what, my dear? You have to say it."

"Sodomize me! I want to feel your cock in my ass. I 
want to feel you cum in my ass. Please, do it. Do it!"

"Oh, my dear, you're very demanding for someone in no 
position to order anyone around. Perhaps I won't. 
Perhaps I'll fuck our friend in the ass, and make you 
watch. What do you think, Ginger?"

"Me? I-I don't know the rules here. I want it, but 
doesn't she have the right?"

"The right! What an interesting word. She's tied up, 
and tied down. She doesn't have any rights."

"Still, she's been waiting. And she told me she really 
likes it that way when she's tied down."

"Ah. And how about you? Would you like it while you're 
tied down?"

"I don't know. I've never been tied down. Why don't you 
do it to Linda and I'll see if it looks inviting to 
me." I smiled, hopefully not too falsely.

"Now there's an idea. She is really smart, isn't she, 
Linda?" 

"Yes, she is. And you'd better do what you said you'd 
do, and do it now!"

Robert laughed loudly. "I guess you're right. That's 
enough of the game. You know I always meant to do you, 
didn't you darling? And to make it up to you, I'm going 
to lick it first. And Linda arched her body and almost 
pushed her ass toward him. She really likes this, I 
thought, and just at that moment, Linda resumed eating 
me. 

I closed my eyes and laid back, just as Robert got in 
behind her and disappeared. I opened my eyes after a 
moment, and raised my head; Robert's eyes and nose were 
visible above Linda's ass-cheeks, as he alternately 
licked her anus and plunged his tongue into it. 

Then, just as I came on Linda's mouth, Robert stood up, 
bent over her, and rammed his cock in between her 
cheeks. Her eyebrows arched, and she smiled. My God, I 
thought, sex is almost a narcotic to her! I didn't know 
whether to feel sorry for her or envy her. 

I enjoyed sex immensely, but not like Linda. I found 
myself sort of hoping I could reach that level, to live 
merely to fuck, and suck, and be eaten. I knew right 
then that any man I ever married would have to be very 
open- minded, because there was no turning back from 
where I was already and where I could see myself going.

While Robert stroked slowly and methodically into 
Linda's willing ass, she continued to lick at my pussy, 
drinking in every drop of what I had produced in my 
climax. I leaned down and said to her, softly, "When 
he's done, I'm going to eat you, and drink everything 
you give me. Just like you're doing."

Robert groaned loudly and came. He stood up and came 
around the couch, pushing his half-erect cock toward my 
face. "Lick it," he said, "clean it up good." And I 
did, licking every inch of his cock, and his balls, 
ending up by putting my mouth over the knob and feeling 
him push it in a few times. "Ah, that is so good," he 
said.

He untied Linda, and took off her blindfold. She rolled 
onto her back. "Now," she said, "what was it you were 
saying?" I crawled around the edge of the big couch 
until I reached her. I pulled her panties off, found 
her pussy, and plunged my face into her. I licked and 
licked and licked, and she grasped my head tightly 
against her. She came, flooding my mouth; I swallowed 
the first drops, and then methodically licked up every 
drop as it gushed out of her. 

Later, we sat in the living room and looked at the tape 
we had made two weeks earlier. Then, Ron put in another 
tape. He had just made it in Terri's bedroom, and we 
were treated to a very sweet 69 between them. I was 
sitting between Ron and Robert, and found myself 
stroking both of their erections which had been brought 
on by the tapes. They both made it clear that they 
weren't in any condition, since they both went flaccid 
in my hands. So I got up, asked Robert and Linda which 
room I would be sleeping in, and went in to take a nap. 

***

I slept into the evening, and awoke to find myself 
bound tightly hand and foot, and with a gag over my 
mouth. I struggled against the bonds, but that seemed 
to make them get tighter; I looked around in the dim 
light, and saw a man sitting across the room staring at 
me. I didn't know the man! What is going on?

The man saw that I was awake, and walked to the door. 
He opened it and called "Robert." A moment later Robert 
came into the room. "Ah, so you're awake. You are quite 
a sleeper, young lady! Don't worry about the bonds; 
it's just part of a game. Everyone else has gone 
downtown to get some dinner, so I thought that it was 
time for you to meet a friend of mine. Ginger, this is 
Hal. Hal, Ginger." The man nodded.

"I hope you don't mind, but Hal wants to participate, 
and I thought this might be a nice way to break him in. 
He and I are old friends, but we just found out 
recently while talking that we share an interest in 
this sort of thing. Now, if you're willing to 
participate, nod. If you nod, I take off the gag. What 
do you say?"

I nodded immediately, and Robert swiftly took off the 
gag. "Robert! What are you doing? This isn't fair!" I 
was close to tears.

"Honey, it's just another game. This one could be 
called Sex with a Perfect Stranger. Although I doubt 
that Hal is perfect." Robert chuckled.

"No, I'm not," Hal said, his deep voice rumbling 
through the room. "Lots of faults." And he chuckled.

"I hope you're game, Ginger. I guess the only way to 
find out is to proceed. What would you like to do, 
Hal?"

"I'd like to fuck her in the mouth, for starters. Is 
that all right with you, Ginger?" As he spoke he was 
stripping; when he let his shorts fall to the floor, I 
was staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen. Thick 
and gnarled, it was at least 10 inches long, and the 
head was huge and purple.

"I don't think I can take anything like that. 
Anywhere!" The two men laughed, and I laughed too. 
"It's so big."

"Well, just say you'll try. I'm looking forward to 
watching that monster go in and out of your mouth- -at 
least your mouth. What do you say?"

"I-I'll try, but I may just take the head of it. Come 
here, Hal. And Robert -- untie me, I'll want to use my 
hands."

"Well, Ginger, the game requires you to be tied up. But 
I could release one hand." He walked to the bed and 
untied my hands, quickly retying one hand to the rope 
holding my ankles together. "There. Go to it."

Hal approached the bed, and I almost shrank away in awe 
at the massive cock coming toward me. But I reached out 
and grasped it, barely able to get my hand around the 
thing. And I guided it toward my mouth, opening as wide 
as I could. Hal pushed it in about an inch, and then 
stopped. "I really appreciate this, Ginger. You're very 
beautiful, you know."
I mumbled my thanks, and Hal pushed in another inch. 
"Play with my balls,. will you?" Hal asked.

I moved my hand under the huge sac and nestled the two 
testicles in the palm of my hand. I squeezed them over 
and over, and was trying my best to suck the huge cock. 
Hal put his hand around it, and pushed in as far as he 
could; there was still six or seven inches outside my 
mouth. "Mmmmn," I moaned, and I realized how very 
thrilled I was to be sucking such a monster, and how 
very aroused I was.

Robert went out for a moment and came back with my 
digital camera. Now he was naked. "I thought you might 
like some souvenirs of this," he said and snapped a 
picture from the side showing very clearly the size of 
Hal's cock and the way it stuffed my mouth. He took 
several more from different positions, and then put the 
camera down. "That's enough watching," he said.

Robert climbed onto the bed and lay in behind me, 
curving his body to mine. I felt his large erection 
against my ass, and then he reached down, grasped it, 
and slipped it in between my legs. I was very wet from 
what I was doing, and he slipped in easily. He fucked 
me expertly, and the growing sensation in my belly was 
putting me close to an climax. 

Hal was stroking away, really just jerking off into the 
small opening of my mouth; I imagine this is a problem 
he always has. So I pulled my head down and started 
sucking his balls, moving my hand up to cup the knob in 
my fingertips. "Oh, that's good," he said.

I felt his balls swelling in my mouth as his orgasm 
started. He came, spurting up inside my fingers and 
covering the palm of my hand. I quickly moved my head 
up and began licking the rest of his cum off the head 
of his cock. He had let go of it, and I stroked it as 
well as I could, causing more semen to flow out the 
tip. I licked that up too.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, you are so good," Hal said, just as 
Robert and I came at the same moment. He got up quickly 
and came around the bed, pushing his cock toward my 
face. He does love to be licked afterward, but 
apparently Hal does too. I did the same thing for 
Robert that I had done for Hal. As a reward, Robert 
untied me. I lay back on the bed, my legs wide apart, 
and Hal put his face on me and began using his tongue. 
I didn't cum, but it was a nice gesture.

Later, the others came home. I sat in the living room 
in a robe, too exhausted to do much. Hal was ready 
again, and Linda knelt down in front of him right next 
to me; she took almost all of his cock into her mouth. 
She sucked up and down on it, too, and I realized I was 
going to have to talk with her about controlling the 
gag reflex. Terri got up on the couch and straddled 
Hal's face, leaning in gently while he kissed her 
belly, her mound and her thighs. Robert and Ron had 
gone into the den.

Terri swung her legs around and forked her legs around 
Hal's neck, putting his mouth in perfect position to 
lick her pussy. He held her legs as she balanced on his 
shoulders. She was facing downward, and tapped her 
mother on the shoulder; Linda sat up, and Terri moved 
her mouth over the knob of Hal's cock. Or rather over 
about half of the knob. The man was enormous.

Linda was only unoccupied for a moment. She put her 
hands under my robe, moved over, and went down on me. 
The feel of her tongue was anything but unpleasant, and 
in fact had a soothing effect on my pussy.

Later that night, just before I went to sleep, I looked 
at the pictures Robert had taken. The first one, of 
that enormous long cock going into my small mouth is 
really a keeper. The others aren't bad either. I don't 
know where Ron slept. We were supposed to share the 
guest bedroom, but he never came in to sleep. Hal went 
home about midnight.

The next morning Ron was bright-eyed and happy, though. 
We left about 11, and didn't talk much on the way back 
to my apartment.

 eight

(excerpt from Terri's computer diary)

On Monday, the school board notified my parents that I 
could return to school. Apparently the hearing has been 
put off, or "suspended" according to the principal when 
I got there that afternoon. I knew he just wanted to 
hold something over my head, in order to show his 
authority; and maybe he was a little miffed that, with 
all the rumors about all the guys I'd been doing, I 
hadn't been doing him. Not that I ever would; He wasn't 
an old guy, but he was overweight and had a bad comb-
over.

He told me that it was too late in the day for me to go 
to class, and that I should just do individual study in 
one of the rooms where a teacher was grading papers or 
something. I asked him which teacher, and he said "Miss 
Briggs, I think." I knew that, with all the rumors, he 
didn't dare put me alone in a room with a male teacher. 
But it was okay with me; the rumors about teachers just 
weren't true. Not that anyone was ever going to believe 
that.

At 2 I went to my assigned classroom, and Miss Briggs 
was sitting at the desk reading. "Hello, Terri. Come in 
and sit down." I sat at a desk in the front row. "What 
are you reading, a textbook?" I asked. "No, I'm done 
with my work. I'm reading some short stories."

"Who by?"

"Anais Nin. She was a free spirit who lived in Paris in 
the twenties and thirties. Wrote quite a lot, and was 
friends with most of the writers of the period."

"Free spirit? How so?"

"She lived her life the way she wanted and didn't care 
what anyone thought."

"Wow. She's my heroine from now on. Can I get her books 
in the library?"

"No, you'll have to buy them at a bookstore, or on 
Amazon. She'd be a little strong for the school 
library."

"Why? What did she write about?"

"Her relationships. With men, and with women. She wrote 
stories which were considered pornographic, but she 
said that most pornography was written by men for men, 
and so she wrote for women."

"Pornography for women? What's the difference?"

"Stories that would appeal to women, get them -- hot in 
ways that men's writing doesn't"

"This is fascinating, Miss Briggs. I had no idea. I 
mean I know that women get hot, but I didn't know that 
different writing existed."

"Oh, you know that women get hot? I've heard something 
like that about you."

"They're just rumors, ma'am. And you notice that I'm 
back in school. The hearing's off."

"Ah. So you're not 'sexually active' then?" I felt 
myself blush. 

"Well, as to that... let's just say that it won't be 
happening at school -- in the future."

"Tell me some of your adventures, then."

"Oh, Miss Briggs, it would embarrass me to tell you and 
shock you to hear it."

"I consider myself pretty broadminded, actually. Tell 
me something interesting."

I sat looking at her, not knowing what to say. She was 
a teacher after all, and could get me back in hot water 
if I guessed wrong. But I saw her tongue moving along 
her lips, and she was clutching her book pretty tight; 
maybe she was just horny and in need of a little 
vicarious action. She was certainly pretty enough; she 
must be able to get the real thing without too much 
trouble.

I decided to try to say things which might be taken a 
couple of ways. "Something interesting... hmmm. Well, I 
go both ways." 

Her eyes opened wide. "Do you mean what I think you 
mean?"

"Look, Miss Briggs, I could get into more trouble just 
by talking with you if I shock you. So maybe I'd better 
shut up."

"Let me talk then. I guess that you mean that you have 
relations with both males and females. Sexual 
relations, I mean."

"You're saying these things. Please remember that I 
didn't say that."

She smiled. "All right, I understand. After all, I 
might be setting you up. But on the other hand, I might 
be trying to interest you. Interest you in me, I mean."

"In you. In -- in what way?"

"In the way you were hinting at and I was speaking 
right out about. In a sexual way. You and I, I mean. 
There, now I've said enough that you could make trouble 
for me. So perhaps you trust me a little bit?"

"Maybe. I'm just not sure."

"Why don't you come up and sit by me, so we can keep 
the conversation more private."

This was really weird. She was coming on to me! And she 
was right, I could make more trouble for her than she 
could for me, because she'd said more than I did. I got 
up and pulled a chair from in front of the blackboard, 
moving it next to her. "What now?" I asked.

"I should ask you that. I think you have more 
experience than I do." She smiled shyly, and put one 
hand down on the desk.

I picked up her hand in both of mine, and moved it to 
my lap. "You're going to have to do something to let me 
know your intentions, Miss Briggs."

"Like what?"

"Like do to me what you might like to have me do to 
you. As much as you can do in this classroom."

She brought her hand up to my breasts and cupped one of 
them. I could feel her strong fingers clutching at my 
flesh through my blouse and bra. "That feels very nice, 
Miss Briggs." 

"And now I'm going to put my hand under your skirt." 
she said. And she did it, at once. Her cool fingertips 
were stroking the warming flesh of my thighs; I spread 
them slightly, and her fingertips moved up to stroke 
the material on the front of my panties. "Now I trust 
you, Miss Briggs. I'd like to do the same for you, but 
I'm terrified of getting in trouble. The principal 
might be keeping an eye on me."

"You're right. This is dangerous and foolish." She 
removed her hand, and sat up with her hands clasped on 
the desk. "Um... school's out in 20 minutes. I could 
give you a ride home."

"That would be very nice." I got up to go back to my 
desk, but I leaned down and slipped my fingers between 
two buttons on her blouse. I felt the swell of one of 
her breasts for a moment, and then went and sat down.

It was a very long 20 minutes. When 3 o'clock came, I 
told Miss Briggs I'd wait outside for her, and she went 
down the hall to the office. I watched her go, and 
realized that she had a fabulous figure. Ten minutes 
later, she came out and we walked to her car. "Where am 
I going?" she asked.

"I'm actually in no hurry to get home." I smiled, and 
put my hand on her thigh. "Can we go to your house?"

"Yes," she said in a slightly-strangled voice. "Yes."

We drove to her house and she parked in the driveway. 
She let us into the house, and put down the books and 
papers she was carrying. "I left here at 7 this 
morning. I'm going to jump in the shower."

Now was the time to find out whether she would go 
through with whatever she hoped was going to happen. If 
she stood in the shower a while, she might start 
thinking how crazy this was and change her mind. "Can I 
join you?"

"In the shower. Yes, I'd like that." We went into the 
bedroom, and I stripped quickly. It took her longer, 
because of high heels and panty-hose, but soon we were 
both nude, looking at each other across the bed. 

"Lead on," I said. She walked into the bathroom, and I 
followed her. She reached in and turned the shower on, 
indicating to me that I should go first. I walked in, 
and she came in behind me, closing the glass door. She 
suddenly pressed me against the wall of the shower, and 
started running her hands over my body. "You are so 
lovely," she said. "And so are you," I responded. I 
grabbed the soap out of the dish under the shower head, 
and handed it to her.

"Why don't you soap me down, and then I can do the same 
for you." She sighed and started running the wet soap 
over me. She did my shoulders, and then first one 
breast and then the other; then she rubbed the soap on 
my belly. I leaned against the wall and parted my legs, 
and she slipped her hand between my thighs and started 
moving the soap over the lips of my pussy.
Then she turned my face to the wall, and ran the soap 
over my buttocks and in between them.

When she was done, she handed me the soap. "Now me," 
she said softly, and I quickly moved the scented bar 
over all the parts of her body. When I got to her 
pussy, I slipped the soap up inside and held it there 
for a moment. Her eyes were closed, and she was smiling 
with pleasure.

I put the soap back in the dish, and we moved around so 
that we were both rinsed off. When we were done, she 
opened the door and stepped out; she grabbed one towel 
and handed me another.

I quickly moved toward her and used the towel she had 
given me to dry her off. She seemed to like that a lot, 
and reached over to use her towel on me. When we were 
mostly dry, I dropped to my knees and began kissing her 
thighs. "Ohh," she said. "Are you sure?"

"Very sure. Why don't you part your legs? I'd like to 
use my tongue on you." She seemed about to fall down, 
but she complied. I began licking the wet hair of her 
pussy, and was delighted to feel a large, well-
developed clit coming out to meet my tongue. I sucked 
it for a moment, and then she said "Let's get on the 
bed."

She threw back the covers and we got on the bed. The 
second we got there, she became very animated. Her 
hands were suddenly all over me, and she began sucking 
my breasts one at a time. She moved down the bed, and 
her hands parted my thighs. "Let me look at it," she 
said, her voice thick with desire.

She lay between my legs looking at my pussy for about a 
minute. And then she started kissing my thighs, then my 
belly, then my mound. Her tongue went in under my clit 
and then started lapping up over it, like a kitten 
drinking milk. She plunged her face in as far as she 
could, while her hands moved up my body and began 
stroking my breasts and pinching the nipples. 

I had wondered if she were new at this, but I soon 
realized that she was an accomplished pussy- eater. And 
a couple of minutes later, she turned me over and 
snaked her tongue into my ass, licking it thoroughly. 
Then I said "Now you," and she lay back on the bed with 
her legs thrown out to either side.

"Oh, yes, eat me. I want it." I flicked my fingertips 
over the tops of her thighs, and then lowered my head 
like an animal grazing. I locked onto her pussy with my 
lips, and then caught that beautiful clit and began 
sucking it. I reached under her and put a finger into 
her ass, and she pushed up into my mouth. When I 
thought she was getting close, I reversed my position 
on the bed and put one leg over her head. She quickly 
brought her mouth to my pussy for the second time, and 
we both kept at it until we had an almost-simultaneous 
orgasm. It was really special.

She drove me home later, and as I got out of the car 
she said "I guess we're in each other's hands now. I 
won't betray you." 

"And I won't betray you," I said. I watched her drive 
away, and was missing the taste and smell and texture 
of her pussy already.

 nine

(as recounted by Hal)

The Saturday I spent at Robert's and Linda's was really 
enjoyable. Robert had hinted for a couple of years that 
he and his family and others had a thing going, but he 
had never invited me before. And to have the chance to 
be sucked off, or at least sucked at, by two lovely 
women was really special. And Linda got it all down!

Before I left that evening, I got into a conversation 
with Linda out in the back yard. She talked about that 
day, and how much she had enjoyed playing with me. I 
told her I had enjoyed it myself, and was only sorry 
that I hadn't been able to do anything for her.

"What would you like to have done?" she asked, smiling.

"Almost anything. Go down on you. Fuck you, if that was 
possible. You know that I have a real problem in that 
regard."

"I can imagine. Mmmmm. Your cock is so beautiful, and 
so big. But you notice I got my mouth on it and got a 
lot of it into my throat. I think I could probably do 
the same elsewhere."

"Well, maybe you guys will invite me back."

"Oh, we will. But why should we wait? Why don't you 
give me your address, and I'll come visit you someday 
soon."

"That would be nice. What day?"

"Monday? Or Tuesday? or Wednesday? How about all of the 
above?" We laughed.

"I don't know if I'd be -- up for that many days. But 
Monday sounds wonderful." I scribbled my address and 
phone number on a scrap of paper and we went back into 
the house. I left about midnight, and had a hell of an 
erection all the way home thinking about Monday.

***

On Monday, Linda called me, and I invited her over at 
1. She showed up wearing very short shorts, and a top 
which tied in the middle and exposed her stomach. On a 
lot of women, it would have looked silly, but she had 
the body for it. I was wearing a pair of shorts. 
Period. We both knew why we were there, and there was 
no point in a bunch of extra clothing.

She stepped out of her shoes as soon as she came into 
my apartment, and I followed her over to the couch. I 
sat next to her for a moment, and then knelt by her 
side and lifted one of her feet. I started sucking her 
toes, and her hand came over my head and grasped it to 
hold it firm. "That's 
pretty original," she said. "Most men would go right 
for the middle of my body."

"I'll get there," I said. "I just thought I'd start in 
the suburbs." My erection was already huge, and was 
threatening to rip the front out of my shorts.

"You'd better get those off," Linda said. "Here, let me 
help you." She unhooked the top of the shorts and ran 
the zipper down, with some difficulty. "I don't want to 
tear anything," she smiled.

The shorts dropped to the floor, and she leaned forward 
to polish my knob with her mouth while her fingers 
played with my balls. I reached down and undid the knot 
holding her blouse together, and her sizeable breasts 
fell out. I cupped them with my hands for a moment, and 
then said "Let's go into the bedroom."

She stood and went the direction I indicated, while 
pulling me along with her hand on my cock. When we got 
into the bedroom, she let go and shrugged out of her 
blouse; then she quickly stripped off her shorts. She 
was wearing a thong, and she could get away with it. 
She walked over to the bed and lay down; I joined her, 
and stripped the thong from her hips. I looked down at 
her sex, and sighed. "I hope you can do this," I said. 
"Most can't."

"Well, most women are afraid of being hurt by anything 
that big. But I don't mind a little pain. Come up and 
straddle me. Put that between my breasts."

I mounted her body and began fucking between her 
breasts. She had to hold them together a little, but 
they mostly stood on each side of my thrusting cock 
without much support. She had no trouble taking the 
knob into her mouth, and I fucked her breasts and her 
mouth for a couple of minutes.

"Are you ready?" I asked. 

"Go for it," she said. "Maybe slowly at first?"

I moved down her body, and positioned myself over her 
with my cock brushing against her pussy- hair. She 
reached down and pulled the lips apart, and I inserted 
the huge purple head.

Then I stopped, and we rocked gently for a moment.. 
When I felt her pussy getting wet, I slid farther down 
the bed and began licking her. She moaned, and clutched 
at the hair on the sides of my head and my ears. She 
pulled my face as far into her as it would go, and I 
licked at every surface my tongue could reach.

When I felt her getting close, I moved back up and re-
inserted my cock. I went halfway in this time, and she 
wrapped her legs around me and pulled herself all the 
way onto me. "OHHHHH!" she shouted. "Oh, yes, fuck me 
Hal, fuck me, fuck me, don't stop. Push it into me. I 
want to feel it in my throat! It's wonderful. Keep 
going."

I drove as deeply into her as I've ever been able to do 
with any woman. My sex life has been very limited, 
usually with one or two unsuccessful tries and then 
having the woman break off with me because she's afraid 
a cock my size will damage her in some way. But Linda 
seemed to be able to take it all, and I began to feel 
that perhaps I could have had a couple of extra inches 
and still been able to fuck her silly.

Linda kept moaning and babbling as she bucked against 
me. My balls were slapping the crack of her ass, and I 
knew the whole ten inches was inside her. I came with a 
shout, and so did she at the same moment. I rolled 
over, and she leaned across the middle of my body and 
began licking my cock. 

First she made sure that she got every drop off the 
head, and then she began licking along the shaft. 
Finally, her tongue washed my balls, where a few drops 
had slithered down. When she finished, I went back 
between her legs and did the same for her, licking up 
my cum and her fluids. 

We fell asleep, and I awoke about 3 to find Linda 
stroking me and causing my cock to get big again. "You 
can really make a comeback," she said, and we laughed. 
"I'm not done if you're not."

"You want more?"

"Yes and no. I want -- different," she said.

"Different how?"

"I want you to fuck me in the ass. I really do. If it 
gets to be too much, I'll ask you to stop, but I have 
to know what it feels like."

"All right. But stop me the first time it feels like 
I'm damaging you." I got up and went to the dresser, 
returning with a condom and K-Y jelly. I opened the 
foil packet, and started to put the rubber on.

"Wait. Let me do that," Linda said, and took it from 
me. She had me kneel on the bed, and she reached under 
me from behind to grasp my balls. Then she moved her 
hand forward to clutch my cock, and reached around with 
her other hand to start pulling the condom over the 
knob. It took a couple of tries, but then she got the 
thing on; she told me to lie down, and she covered her 
fingers with the jelly. Then she started stroking up 
and down, up and down, making sure the latex was 
covered completely with the slippery gel.

"Now," she said, and got on her hands and knees. As I 
knelt behind her, she pushed her inviting ass back 
against me. The head of my cock was resting between her 
cheeks, and she reached around to pull her ass wide 
apart. Her face was buried in the covers, and I began 
to try to put the huge thing into her. 

It was very tough. She cried out a time or two, but 
told me to keep going; I managed to get the head in 
through the ring of her anus, and paused. "Now I'm 
coming in," I said, and thrust as hard as I could. She 
yelped, but the jelly helped with the resistance of her 
ass-flesh, and half my enormous cock was buried in her 
bowels.

I looked down to admire the sight of so much of my long 
tool buried in a beautiful woman's rectum, and saw her 
fingertips fluttering over her pussy-lips. She wasn't 
complaining anymore, and I slowly pushed in and pulled 
out. Then I did it with a little more force. "Mnnh!" 
she said. "It hurts, but I want it. Keep going; I want 
to feel your cum drenching my ass."

And I did, I pounded her a little faster and a little 
faster, finally reaching the rhythm that would make it 
possible for me to cum inside her. It burst from my 
cock in gouts, and I withdrew to see ropy strands of 
semen hanging between the head of my cock and her anus. 
"Are you okay?" I asked, realizing that for the past 
couple of minutes she hadn't been on my mind at all.

"Yes," she said. "It was incredible." I looked down at 
her wide-open anus, forced that way by the size of my 
cock, and I dipped my face toward it. "I'll make it all 
well," I said, and ran my tongue as far into her ass as 
it would go. "Ahhh," she said. "That feels a lot 
better."

I knelt on the bed, and she quickly came up and began 
licking my cock. She was finally seeing it at halfmast, 
and I wondered what she was thinking.

"What are you thinking," I asked. I always consider a 
direct approach best.

"I'm thinking that when you're limp, you're about the 
same size as most men when they're erect."

She laughed, and I laughed, and a little later she left 
with both of us promising to do this again.

And we will.

 ten

(as recounted by Miss Briggs)

I know I've been foolish to get involved with a 
student, but two weeks have gone by and there haven't 
been any repercussions. I think Terri is very mature 
and very trustworthy. At least I have to hope that she 
is. For the whole two weeks I've thought of her 
constantly. She has a sweet and delicious body, and my 
mouth waters at the thought of what I'd like to do to 
her. I've been with several women, and several men, and 
no one has made me climax the way Terri did.

I saw her every school-day in the hall, and she would 
smile and nod; I was reluctant to speak to her or 
suggest anything. One afternoon, when I reached my car 
Terri was standing by it. "I didn't think we could talk 
inside the school," she said.

"Pretty smart. How are you?"

"I'm fine. But I find myself thinking about you most of 
the time."

"I'm the same. What shall we do about it?" I asked

"Can I come over on Saturday? Are you free?"

"Um... yes, yes I am."

"All right," said Terri. "I'll see you Saturday." She 
touched my arm, and that little gesture sent a shudder 
through me. I had a moment of guilt, since I am not 
free on Saturday. A friend, a teacher from another 
school, is coming over. But I had a sudden urge to have 
her meet Terri, and I hoped that she would like her. I 
was forming a fantasy which included all three of us, 
although I had no way of knowing whether Terri or my 
friend Laura would be willing to do what I had in mind. 
Ah, well. If it didn't work out, we could still have a 
nice visit.

On Saturday morning, Laura arrived. She and I had had a 
relationship for four years, and it had been very good 
for both of us. No one suspected, and besides, both of 
us dated men from time to time. I fucked my men; I had 
never asked Laura about hers. We had started talking 
with each other at a District meeting. and I realized 
that I was attracted to her. It turned out to be 
mutual, and shortly after that we became lovers. She 
would visit me or me her on a Saturday, and we would 
spend the day wearing nothing and caressing each other 
constantly. Sometime during the day, we fell into bed 
and ate each other out. We also used vibrators and 
large dildos on each other, stuff we picked up by 
looking at porn on the internet. We joked that we were 
like men in our lust.

"Hi, dear," I said, and put my arms around her. I 
kissed her, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. 
"Let's get naked," she said.

"Oooh, are we eager," I said. "Unfortunately, we can't. 
I'm expecting another visitor."

"Oh? Male or female?"

"Female. One of the students at my school.. Her name is 
Terri."

"What's she coming over for? Tutoring?" Laura smiled.

"We -- we sort of tutor each other."

"In what subject?"

"In the subject you and I like the best."

"Are you crazy? A student?"

"Laura, wait until you meet her. She's very mature, and 
very experienced, and hasn't said a word to anyone."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Well, two weeks, actually. We've only been together 
once. I so much want you to like her. I'm hoping it can 
be good for all of us, but if you're reluctant or she 
doesn't appeal to you, nothing needs to happen. I'll 
send her away, and you and I can find something to do 
for the rest of the day." I smiled, trying to keep it 
light. I was amazed at how much I wanted this to work 
out, but I realized that I had thrown Laura a curve; I 
should have talked with her about it in advance.

"We'll see. And you think she can be trusted not to 
turn you in?"

"She hasn't yet. And she wants me as much as I want 
her. At least I hope so."

"My God! You're smitten!" Laura laughed.

"No more than I am with you, darling. But I'm hoping 
you'll be smitten too."

The doorbell rang, and I went to the door to let Terri 
in. "Terri, this is my dear friend Laura Christian. 
Laura, this is Terri, my new friend."

The woman and the girl nodded at each other, each a bit 
wary. "I didn't know you'd have a guest. I could go and 
come back another time," Terri said.

"No, no, please stay. Sit down, both of you. I made 
coffee and I'll go and get it." Laura and Terri sat 
down, and I went into the kitchen.

"So Mona tells me that you and she have... had a good 
time together," Laura said.

"Yes, a wonderful time. But only once. I was looking 
forward to having a nice time today, too. Have you 
known Miss Briggs long?" 

I listened from the kitchen as the two of them talked. 
Laura told her that she was also a teacher, and that 
she and I had mutual interests. Terri asked her if she 
took as much interest in her students as I do, and told 
Laura that neither one of us had anything to worry 
about.

"Worry how. What do you mean?" Laura seemed very 
nervous.

"If anything happens between us. I would never make 
trouble for you."

I returned with the coffee. "Isn't she sweet, Laura? 
You might want to take a chance. I did, and I'm not the 
least bit sorry."

We drank our coffee quickly, and Terri smiled and said, 
"Perhaps you two would like to start on something. I 
could go -- or I could watch." She smiled.

"Watch?" Laura was still wary. "Watch what?"

"Watch what you do together." Terri drew a deep breath. 
"Watch you naked, on the bed, going down on each other. 
I would really like to see that."

Laura gasped. "I don't believe this. You're a very rude 
young lady." She had assumed her school-marm voice.

"Perhaps I should be punished, ma'am. Would you like to 
punish me? Spank me? Go ahead. I could probably get off 
on that, and I'll bet you could too." 

"yes-s-s," Laura said, "I imagine that I could."

Terri stood up and walked over to Laura. She dropped 
her shorts, and slipped her panties off. Then she lay 
across Laura's lap. "Spank me, please. Please."

And Laura started spanking her, hard, with the flat of 
her hand. Terri moved one hand in between Laura's 
thighs, and clutched the flesh of one of them very near 
her pussy. "Oh," Laura said. "You are too much!"

I moved around the couch behind Laura, and slid my 
hands down over her breasts. "Mmmm," she said, "that 
feels so good." I slipped my hands inside her blouse 
and her bra, and ran my fingertips over her erect 
nipples. "Oh, Mona," she almost sobbed. "I need this."

She had stopped spanking Terri, and her hand was 
caressing the girl's buttocks. Then she slipped it in 
between her legs, and began an in-and-out motion that I 
knew meant she was finger-fucking Terri. Terri moaned 
softly, and buried her face in Laura's lap. I reached 
down and started unbuttoning Laura's blouse; when I was 
through with the last button I pulled it out of her 
slacks and slipped it off her back. "I want you," I 
whispered, and she grabbed my hand with her free one. 
"I hope you know what I'm doing," she said, and we all 
laughed.

Terri freed herself from Laura's hand and stood up. "I 
want to get comfortable," she said, and stripped off 
all of her clothes. She stood naked in front of Laura, 
whose eyes were eating her up. Laura leaned forward and 
I unhooked her bra, letting it fall forward. Her 
beautiful breasts were exposed to Terri, who leaned 
forward and kissed the nipple of first one, then the 
other. Standing behind the couch, I quickly took off 
everything I was wearing, which didn't include a bra or 
panties; I think I was confident about today.

I climbed up on the couch from behind, and presented my 
muff to Laura's face. She plunged into my hairy mound 
with her mouth, and Terri began pulling at the legs of 
her slacks. Soon she was sitting there wearing only 
skimpy panties, with me straddling her and trying to 
push my entire snatch onto her lips. Terri sat on the 
couch next to Laura, and slipped her hand inside the 
panties. She began rubbing and caressing Laura's mound, 
and Laura moaned through my pussy-hair "Ohhhh, that is 
so good. Please, let's go in the bedroom."

I got off her face, and Terri stood up. Then Laura 
stood up, and Terri knelt in front of her and stripped 
the panties off her in one smooth motion. We 
practically ran down the hall to the bedroom, and Laura 
lay down on her stomach. "Play with my ass. Please," 
she begged. Terri looked at me and then straddled 
Laura's legs, leaning down to bury her lips and her 
tongue in my friend's ass. Laura reacted almost 
violently; she hadn't expected to have her ass eaten 
out, just played with. But she quickly settled down, 
and lay smiling as Terri licked her anus.

I went to the head of the bed and climbed on, bringing 
my legs down alongside Laura's head. She looked up and 
found herself looking into my dripping pussy; she 
quickly ran her tongue inside me, licking all around 
the inside of it. Then, her lips closed on my large 
clit. I have a very well- developed clit. I know it's 
bigger than any I've ever sucked. She sucked on it with 
her tongue working behind her lips. I peeked over her 
shoulder, and saw Terri eating away on her ass, her 
nose just showing in the conjunction of Laura's 
buttocks.

I had a good climax, and then Laura tapped Terri on the 
back. "Let's eat each other," she said. Terri crawled 
up the bed, reversed her position, and hooked one leg 
over Laura's head. My friend didn't waste any time in 
pushing her tongue into a second pussy, and Terri moved 
her head between Laura's wide-splayed legs and began 
grazing in the meadow of her groin. They ate each other 
for about five minutes, during which time I got up and 
walked to the dresser. 

I took out my favorite vibrator, lubricated it quickly, 
and went back to the bed where I ran it up and down 
between Terri's ass-cheeks. I finally inserted the tip 
into her anus, and she bucked mightily as Laura ate her 
out and she did the same for Laura. They came in a 
rush, at exactly the same moment, and I lay between 
Laura's legs and lapped up the fluid which was pouring 
out of her pussy. Then I did the same for Terri.

"I think you have a new friend, Laura," I said, and we 
all laughed. An hour later, still nude, we ate each 
other out in a daisy chain; I ate Terri, Terri ate 
Laura, and Laura ate me. We all had another climax. 
There were going to be great days ahead.

 eleven 

(excerpt from Terri's computer diary)

I seemed to be getting fucked nearly every day. It 
hadn't worn me out yet, but I could see the day coming 
when I might be in bad shape. I decided to limit myself 
for awhile, and return to the boys I do at school. 
There are really only two, Greg and Mark, and they both 
had made noises about getting together ever since I had 
returned. They were both sweet boys, and our activities 
had been limited to my giving them blowjobs; they were 
so excited by this that they didn't even realize that 
they had never done anything for me.

Anything directly, that is. The amazing thing is that 
while I'm sucking a man off, my pussy gets wet, my 
belly gets tight, and, if it goes just right, I have a 
climax just at the moment the man does without anything 
touching me there. In fact, I have sat in class, or on 
a bus, or in a park, and gotten off just by looking at 
a likely man. 

Once, in the park, I was staring intently at the front 
of a handsome man's shorts, and looked up to find him 
staring at me; as I returned my gaze to his shorts, I 
saw the unmistakable surge of his erection pushing 
against the material. I went over and sat next to him 
on the bench, and reached inside his shorts to stroke 
his long cock. 

It was getting dusk, and there in the twilight I leaned 
down, pulled his cock out, and sucked him to an orgasm 
in about five minutes. I walked away, leaving him 
dazed, enjoying his cum trickling down my throat. I 
never even learned his name.

One afternoon I walked up to Greg and smiled. "Would 
you like to spend some time with me today?" I asked. 
"Yeah," he said eagerly. "I'll meet you in the parking 
lot after last class." 

"Okay," I said.

At 3 we met, and hurried through the parking lot to 
Greg's car. We got in, and he drove to a quiet street 
three blocks away; I had sucked a lot of cock on that 
street. He parked, and immediately opened his levis and 
took out his cock. It's a nice length, but it just 
doesn't have the circumference that an older man's 
does. Not enough heft when I lift it in my hand, and 
the head doesn't get as purple and as big as a man's 
Plus, sad to say, boys come awfully fast, and I often 
don't have time to build up to my own climax. Greg was 
really eager today, and I sighed with the knowledge 
that this was going to be a quickie.

I grasped his cock, and began stroking it up and down. 
"I've missed this," I said, trying to give him the 
impression that I'd done without in the four weeks I 
hadn't sucked him off.

"Gee, Terri, I know. I think about you every day."

"Do you think about me when you're jerking off?" I 
kidded him.

"I-I don't do that," he lied.

"Then you're the first boy not to do 'that,' I'll bet 
you think about me going down on you every time just to 
help you get off."

He was blushing. "Maybe so. I really like what you do." 
And I did it, dropping my head into his lap and licking 
the head of his cock. I moved my tongue down the length 
of it, and he groaned and clutched my head. I moved my 
mouth over the head and he thrust upward to get his 
cock into me. I started sucking him lovingly, and my 
fingertips strayed to his balls. 

I caressed and squeezed them, and suddenly Greg shot 
volumes of semen into my mouth and down my throat. One 
advantage of younger men, or boys, is the amount of cum 
they produce; I've watched a couple of them jerk off, 
and the sperm goes out nearly a foot when they come. It 
seems to almost hurt them as they cum, whereas older 
men are more steady and paced in what they do. I guess 
it's the pressure of all that cum gorging the balls of 
boys, aching to get out.

I sat up and smiled at him, and then looked out the car 
window. A man was standing halfway down his lawn, 
looking at us. He was about sixty and was leaning on a 
cane. He had sad eyes, and I didn't know whether it was 
because he didn't approve of what he knew had just 
happened, or whether he wished it had happened to him. 
"Greg," I said. "We have an audience."

Greg looked at the man, and then looked away. "Do you 
know him?" I asked. 

"No, I just don't like the idea that he's watching, 
that he saw anything." 

"Well, he couldn't have seen much, except that my head 
disappeared and then came back up. We should give him 
something to remember us by."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"You've never done anything for me, did you know that?"

"Yeah, I know. I feel bad about that, but we always do 
it so fast." I laughed.

"What's funny?"

"We do it fast because you come almost as soon as you 
feel my mouth on the head of your cock!" And I laughed 
again. Greg looked embarrassed. "I-I can't help it. It 
just gets me so excited."

"Don't you think I might like to get excited too?"

"How?" He seemed genuinely puzzled.

"You could go down on me, you know. In fact you could 
do it right now. That would make that man's day."

"Me? On you? I-I've never done it."

"Well it's time you started. Come on, I'll show you 
what to do."

"Okay. I will. Do you enjoy that as much as I enjoy 
it?"

"Yes, but in a different way. I don't come in great 
spurts, my body. Will you do it?"

"Yes," he said, and I lifted my skirt and pulled my 
panties down around my ankles. "My God," he said as I 
swung my legs up onto the seat. "I've never seen a real 
one before. Just pictures. This is my first."

"But not your last, I'll bet. You're a nice, good-
looking boy; but you have to give as well as receive."

"What do I do?"

"Just bring your head down here, and put your face 
between my legs. I hope you like this as much as I'm 
going to." He willingly did as I said, taking the time 
to look for a few seconds at the first pussy he had 
ever seen. "Put your tongue on it," I said. "At the 
top, where the little bulge is." He did it, and, after 
a tentative first lick, he pushed his tongue in under 
my clit and ate me as well as a beginner could. After a 
couple of minutes, he sat up. "Mygosh, the guy's still 
there."

"Well, come over me and kiss me. But slide your fingers 
inside me." He did that at once and with a bit more 
expertise; I suspect mine wasn't the first pussy he'd 
put a finger into. 

He finger-fucked me for about a minute, and the sense 
of what we were doing and where we were doing it washed 
over me and caused me to climax. Not a great climax, 
but a lot more than I'd ever gotten with Greg before. I 
kissed him passionately and thanked him; we both sat 
up, Greg started the car, and I waved out the window at 
the man with the cane as we drove away.

Greg drove me home, since I had long ago missed the 
bus. We kissed quickly, and I promised to see him soon. 
And I will, now that he knows that I have needs too. 
I'll have to see if I can train Mark as easily as I did 
Greg. I went into the house, wondering about the man 
with the cane.


twelve

(as recounted by Ron)

I have really enjoyed everything that's been happening 
the past few weeks. My knowledge of sex wasn't very 
extensive, and I'm kind of proud of the fact that, when 
the opportunity came, I was right in there with 
everyone else. I had been in awe of Ginger, since she 
was the 'talent' and I was just a cameraman, but I 
didn't let the awe get in my way when everything 
started. And it turns out that Ginger is okay, and 
likes what we've been doing as much as I do. It's 
almost as though my life started that day we went to do 
the story on Terri.

No one at the station knew any of this, of course. 
Ginger and I had turned in our regular stories, and 
both of us had been careful not to let on what we had 
been doing. I kept my copy of the tape in a locked 
drawer in my desk, and I admit that I took it out every 
few days to look at it. If anyone ever saw it we'd be 
sunk, but there wasn't much chance of anyone finding it 
or looking at it.

One night after I'd finished editing that day's tape 
and turned it in, I went to my desk, unlocked the 
drawer where I kept the tape, and slipped it into the 
vcr on my desk. I muted the sound, and just sat 
enjoying the visuals for about the tenth time. 
Especially when I come in on the tape, standing on the 
couch and fucking Terri in the mouth. I sat back 
dreamily, enjoying the scene.

"OH MY GOD! Is that you?" I turned in amazement and 
embarrassment to see the station's intern, Mary Ann, 
staring at the TV screen. "It is you. And that high 
school girl! And -- and that's her father on the 
floor... and he's doing that to his own daughter." As 
she spoke, Mary Ann continued to stare intently at the 
screen. "What in the heck went on there?"

"Mary Ann, you weren't supposed to see this. No one 
was. Please, please don't say anything."

"Oh, I won't say anything. You'd lose your job, for 
God's sake. And Ginger too. Oh, is that the girl's 
mother? She's... doing the same thing the father was. 
It's an orgy! I've never seen anything like it."

"You're probably disgusted by seeing this," I said. I'm 
really sorry. I'll take it home, and never look at it 
here again."

"Well, not until you burn me a copy."

"I can't do that. You could do anything with it."

"That's my price for keeping quiet. And the only thing 
I'll do with it is watch it over and over."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Why do you? It will turn me on, just the way it does 
you. Except of course you're in it and I'm not."

I reached over and turned off the VCR, just as the 
camera slipped to the floor and before Ginger appeared 
on the screen. "I can't give you a copy of the tape. 
There are other people involved, and you'd be in a 
position to damage them too."

"Is Ginger on the tape. Is Ginger doing anything?"

"Er -- yes she is. We were all doing things."

"Well, what does she do? I want to see. You have to let 
me see."

"I can't. I just can't."

"I... could make it worth your while," Mary Ann said.

"In what way?"

"You and I could get it on. I could do what that girl 
did for you." Mary Ann was looking at me with frank 
lust, and I realized that I was trapped. If I refused 
too much, she might go straight to management, and 
Ginger and I would be out the door. Or, if I gave in to 
her, she could use
that against me. I was really in a pickle.

"Can I trust you? I just don't know." I said.

"I say you can, but I think you're just going to have 
to take a chance." She smiled wickedly, and then said 
"I know we can't sit here and watch it. Come home with 
me -- and bring the tape."
Five minutes later we were in our cars and I was 
following her to her apartment. We went up the stairs 
and she unlocked her door; we walked in, and she turned 
on the light. "There's the VCR," she said. "Start it, 
and I'll be right back." She walked down the hall.

I queued up the machine and turned on the TV; then I 
rewound to the first. Maybe it wouldn't be so 
devastating if she saw how we got into the whole thing. 
She came back down the hall, wearing a shorty 
nightgown. I could see her nipples faintly through the 
flimsy material. She sat down next to me. "Sorry 
there's no popcorn," she said, "but I'll bet there's 
sound," and laughed.

I started playing the tape, and Mary Ann was 
fascinated. She seemed to be memorizing every frame, 
and she actually jumped a little when Robert said, "One 
day when I was eating her pussy."

When the tape reached the point where Robert and Terri 
were starting their show-and-tell, Mary Ann leaned 
against me and said softly "Why don't you play with me. 
Put your hand under my nightgown."

I did, and she snuggled against me. I caught her 
looking down at the bulge in my pants, and she started 
stroking my leg. "This is the best porno film I've ever 
seen. I guess because I know some of the actors." And 
she giggled. Just then my fingers got under her panties 
and began caressing her mound. When the tape reached 
the point where I was fucking Terri in the mouth, Mary 
Ann's attention was riveted. 

Then, Linda came in, in her bra and panties and started 
eating Terri; Linda got up on the couch and there I was 
going down on her. Mary Ann was paying very close 
attention. Then the camera fell to the floor. But the 
narration had already told Mary Ann what was coming 
next. When Ginger mounted Linda's face, I felt Mary 
Ann's thighs stiffen and then relax and go wide apart. 
"Would you eat me, please," she said in a little-girl 
voice.

I knelt on the floor in front of her, and reached up 
and removed her panties. They were drenched, and I 
think she had climaxed when she saw Ginger being eaten. 
I moved my face between her thighs, and looked at one 
of the most beautiful pussies I had ever seen. The lips 
were long and even, and the space between them was 
getting wider as the desire was growing in her. I 
touched the lips with my fingers, and watched her well-
formed clit appearing at the top of her slit. I began 
sucking it, and pushed two fingers into her sopping 
slit. 

She was stimulated by what I was doing, but what she 
was looking at on the screen caused her to cum over and 
over again. She was watching Robert sodomize Ginger, 
and her pussy pumped fluid out and nearly filled my 
mouth. Then I heard Robert telling Terri to make 
herself useful, and knew that Mary Ann was looking at 
Terri with her mouth on her father's ass. "Who are 
these people?" she said wonderingly.

I knew she was now watching Ginger lick Robert's cock, 
and her thighs tensed again. She had put out a river, 
and I sucked up as much of it as I could. The tape 
ended. "Stand up, Ron," she said, and I did. I stood in 
front of her and she reached out unzipped my fly. She 
clutched my cock in both her hands and began stroking 
it, moving her mouth closer and closer to the head of 
it. Finally she closed on it, and put almost all of it 
into her mouth. It took me about thirty seconds to cum, 
and she drank down every drop.

Then she took me into the bedroom, and we stripped. "I 
want to curl up in bed and sleep next to you," she 
said. "And then when you're ready, wake me up and fuck 
me. I hope I'm as 
interesting as some of those other women are."

"Mary Ann, you are amazing. You could hold your own 
with all of them."

"We'll see," she said, smiling enigmatically as she 
turned out the light. 

I awoke in the night, and fucked her doggy-style.. She 
never really came awake, but I think she enjoyed it. 
The next day we fucked again before I left.

 thirteen

(as recounted by Greg)

I was so excited the last time I was with Terri. It had 
always been fun before, but she had shown me how to 
make her feel good, and, strangely, it made me feel 
good to do it. Not that I came or anything while I was 
going down on her, but I did have a great boner, and 
just minutes later I had shot into her mouth. I'm 
suddenly feeling very grown up.

As I sit here thinking about it, about her, my cock is 
getting big again. I know this means I'll be whacking 
off in a minute; it was stupid to try to lie to Terri 
about that, as knowing as she is about sex and life 
and... everything. 

All I'll have to do is visualize her, and I'll come in 
about two minutes. And now I won't just be visualizing 
her sucking me off; I can think about the sight of her 
pussy, and the way it tasted, and the way she moaned 
and bucked under my mouth as she was cumming. She's 
really special.

I hear mom moving around in the kitchen. She must have 
just come in from work, since she wasn't here when I 
got home. I can hear her in the laundry room, and the 
sound of the door closing on the dryer. Mom's a good 
kid; she's been a widow for five years, since my dad 
died in an industrial accident. 

There was plenty of insurance settlement, so we're not 
hurting. I've asked her many times to get out and meet 
somebody new, since she's still young and has a good 
figure, but she always just looks at me with her eyes 
wet and says that it isn't necessary. That she has 
everything she needs. That she has me.

Yeah, mom, but I can't really give you everything. Not 
the main thing. Maybe it's not the main thing to her 
like it is to me. I seem to spend my life with my cock 
up and hard. I can remember getting an erection once 
sitting and looking at her while she was watching TV. 
That was two years ago, and I'm still ashamed of it. My 
mom! 

Suddenly I realized that my cock was harder than it had 
been a minute ago while I was thinking of Terri. This 
is awful! I'm thinking about my mom that way. I'd die 
if anyone knew. And yet, I'm stroking on my cock and 
thinking of nothing and no one else. She's going to be 
the reason I cum. And then I realized that I wasn't 
feeling that guilty. It was nice to think of her, to 
imagine us doing things -- things I'd done, and things 
I hadn't. I wondered if I could fuck my own mother.

At that very moment, she walked into my room. She was 
carrying a load of my laundry, folded up, and she was 
walking toward the dresser. And there I was, buck 
naked, laid out on my bed with my cock in my hand.

She was humming to herself, and just then she looked to 
the left and saw me in the dim light. "Greg!" she 
gasped. "I didn't know you were home. My God, what are 
you doing?"

"I'm so sorry, mom. I didn't know you'd be coming in. I 
just heard you a minute ago. You shouldn't have to see 
this."

"But what are you doing?"

"Oh, mom, you know what I'm doing. I-I'm stroking off."

She set down the clothes on the dresser and walked over 
to the bed. Her eyes were shining. "What I really mean 
is why are you doing that alone?"

"Well mom, there's no one else here." She was starting 
to make me feel uncomfortable.

"I'm here," she said softly, and sat down on the bed. 
"I could help you. Do you want me to?"

"Mom! I...I-I... yes, I do. Help me."

"All right. I've thought of you this way many times. 
I've gotten over thinking that it's wrong. What would 
be wrong was if anyone knows about it." As she spoke, 
she gently removed my hand from my cock, and wrapped 
her hand around it. It was as hard as a rock, and I 
realized that part of the reason was because what was 
happening is strictly forbidden. Mom and I were about 
to cross a line.

She sat looking down at it, stroking it lovingly. "Do 
you know how long it's been? How long I've wanted to do 
this with a man?"

"I'll try and help you anyway I can, mom. I didn't 
realize ..."

"That I had needs? I understand. But you have no idea 
how many nights I've laid in bed masturbating, 
imagining one of these. Imagining yours, sometimes."

"Women masturbate?" I was getting a real education this 
week. And I was avoiding her main point.

"Women do everything, honey. And I want to do 
everything with you. No one needs to know."

She let go of my cock, stood up, and started taking off 
her clothes. She whipped her sweater off over her head, 
and I stared in awe at her breasts inside the large 
bra. She has huge breasts, and I've thought about them 
often. She unhooked her skirt and stepped out of it, 
removed her bra, and sat on the bed and stripped off 
her pantyhose. She reached over and grasped my cock 
again, and began stroking. "Will you let me go down on 
you? Put it in my mouth?"

"Oh, yes, please, mom. I want you to." I was thrusting 
my hips up, trying to get my cock nearer to her mouth. 
She leaned over me, sighed, and took the whole thing 
in, in one giant gulp. She was really an experienced 
cocksucker, and I never would have thought about such a 
thing. She sucked up and down, pulling my cock deep 
into her throat on each down stroke, really sucking! 

I had no idea it could be done that way. She was 
vacuuming my rod, pulling everything up and out. It was 
only a matter of a few seconds, and I was going to 
shoot semen down the throat of my own mother. And I was 
excited rather than ashamed!

She stopped, and smiled up at me. "I don't want to lose 
you so fast. I need that for something else. I want you 
inside me, Greg."

"All right," I said, and sat up to push her shoulders 
down onto the bed. I had to act like I knew what I was 
doing, never mind who I was doing it with. I had fucked 
exactly one girl, a year ago, and it had not gone well. 
"I hope I'll know what to do, mom," I said, sounding 
doubtful.

"You'll know," she said. "Now take off my panties," she 
whispered, and I reached over and got the elastic in my 
hands on each side of her and slipped the skimpy 
garment down her legs and off over her feet. She spread 
her legs, and motioned me forward with her hands. "Come 
here, darling."

I mounted between her legs, and she got hold of my 
cock; she guided it to the mouth of her pussy, and 
pulled it partway into her. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me 
now, fuck me please, fuck me."

I drove it into her the way I'd seen it done in porn 
movies, the way I had failed to do it a year before. 
With that girl, I had been afraid that I'd hurt her, 
that she'd break. She had told me something very 
different, but I had been unable to pump into her, not 
able to drive downwards with my hips and penetrate deep 
inside her.

Now I was doing it, and the excitement which rose in me 
caused me to pump even harder and faster. Mom was 
moaning and whimpering, her legs locked behind my ass, 
her hands pulling on my buns as if to get me even 
deeper inside her. She had five years to make up, and I 
think she was trying to do it all in one fucking. 

There seemed to be wind rushing through the room, and I 
almost thought that I heard music. I stroked in and 
out, in and out, no longer very much aware that it was 
my own mother I was penetrating, just wanting to please 
the woman underneath me and to get pleasure myself. I 
fucked harder, and mom began a slow, low howling as the 
orgasm swept over her. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh Greg, oh 
honey, oh yes, oh fuck me, oh it's so good, oh please, 
oh don't stop, oh keep fucking me." 

She had become a wild animal, and I did my best to 
match her. Finally, I felt the spasm which meant I was 
cumming, and I shot the best load I've ever done deep 
into the pussy of my own mother. "Oh, mom, mom, mom," I 
sobbed, burying my face in her shoulder. She patted my 
back, and slowly I felt my breathing return to normal.

"Greg, honey, that was wonderful. You must do it a 
lot." She smiled to let me know she was teasing.

"Mom, the truth is, I did that once a year ago, and I 
was very bad at it."

"You must have been inspired. Someday, I'll initiate 
you into another activity that I hope you'll enjoy."

Suddenly I felt very old and mature. "What's wrong with 
right now. If I understand your meaning." And I moved 
down her body and parted her thighs. I stared at her 
dripping pussy, the dark hair wet and matted from our 
sweat, her fluids, and my cum. "I want to put my mouth 
on you," I said, and lowered my face into her pussy. 
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "I don't believe this. You know 
what to do." And her hands entwined in my hair as she 
pulled my head closer in to her groin. 

I thrust my tongue as far into her as it would go, and 
she shrieked with pleasure. "Oh, yes, eat me, eat me, 
it's so good." I took my tongue out of her snatch and 
started moving it against the button at the top. Bless 
Terri for getting me ready for this. I knew that now I 
was a man. A man who could fuck his mother. And eat 
her. And eat her to an orgasm. Which came just then, a 
long shuddering movement of her body, which left her 
moaning and limp. Even after she was done, I lay 
between her legs and licked up as much of the fluid as 
I could. I was feeling very much in charge. 

Later, at dinner, mom seemed pretty embarrassed, and I 
guess I did too. Finally I said, "Mom, we did what we 
did. If it causes trouble between us, then it was no 
good. And I thought it was very good."

"You're right, Greg. I'm sorry. The old taboos. But I 
enjoyed it very much. You said you'd only been with one 
girl, but you've done the other a lot, haven't you?"

"You're not going to believe this, but I've only done 
that once too. And just a week ago."

"That's amazing. She's a lucky girl."

"She's a smart girl, and knows more about all this 
stuff than I do. But I'm studying," and I smiled.

"I'd like to meet her. Y-you should bring her over 
sometime."

"Well, mom, you wouldn't look down on her would you?" 

"No, son, I promise you I wouldn't... look down on 
her." She grinned, sure that the emphasis hadn't been 
lost on me.

"Migosh, mom, I learn more about you every minute."

I went to bed and lay there with another erection. 
Maybe there was something wrong with me. Mom seemed to 
have developed radar about it; she knocked on my door, 
walked in, and came over to the bed. She threw back the 
covers, and lowered her head until she took my cock 
into her mouth. This time I came.

 fourteen

(excerpted from Terri's computer diary)

My determination to avoid some of the heavy stuff which 
had been going on lasted for several days, but it was 
impossible to avoid everything, considering my parents 
and their preferences. I came home from school today to 
find Mr. G. and his wife Sharon sitting in the living 
room. A moment later, Hal came in from the kitchen.

"Hi Terri," Mr. G. said. "Your folks invited us over 
for the evening. We're looking forward to it." 50

I wondered how much he could be looking forward to 
seeing his wife fucked by Hal's huge cock, but I smiled 
and greeted them. Just then my dad walked in, and said, 
"Could everyone come with me, please."

We followed him into the den, which was darker than 
usual with only one or two candles burning. There in 
the dim light was my mother, trussed up nude and bent 
over a bench which my dad said was called a "rear-
entry" bench. Her knees were planted in hollowed-out 
spaces, and her well-formed ass was exposed for all to 
see. 

"This is a big night for us. We've gathered some of our 
best friends together, and we're hoping that this will 
be a night to remember. My plan is for you, Mr. G., to 
enjoy Linda, and then her place will be taken by Sharon 
for Hal to enjoy. Terri and I will be over here on the 
round couch, doing whatever occurs to us, and each of 
you is welcome to join us for whatever appeals to you. 
Yes, my friends, this is an orgy, and our hope is that 
you will be pleased and gratified without becoming 
sated. Mr. G., would you start in, please?"

Mr. G. swiftly stripped, piling his clothes in the 
corner. He was wearing a pair of black shorts which 
accentuated his erection, and he advanced on my mother 
as she sprawled helpless in the contraption my dad had 
put together. He took her head in his hands and kissed 
her on the lips, and then started running his hands 
over her back and her buttocks. She was playing her 
part well, and said "no, no, please," as his hands 
moved under her arms and cupped her breasts.

Sharon and Hal were standing nearby, and my dad and I 
got on the couch. We all watched as Mr. G. stripped off 
his shorts and bent over my mother's back. He clutched 
his cock, and guided it in between her ass-cheeks while 
he licked her neck. When he was in position, he bucked 
his hips and slid into her ass; his hands went up to 
clutch her shoulders, and he began fucking into her.

My dad motioned me to sit in front of him, and his 
hands came around to play with my breasts. His legs 
were out on either side of me, and I could feel his 
erection in the small of my back. Then his hands went 
down to my thighs and pried them open. He put his 
forefingers on the lips of my pussy, and started 
rubbing. The feel of his hands between my legs got me 
back into things, and I no longer felt that I was 
bored. I loved the visual scenes which unfolded in our 
house, and knew that I was no better than my parents. 
This was going to be my life.

My mother was groaning as Mr. G.'s large cock pumped 
into her. I looked over at Sharon, who had taken off 
her clothes and was watching Hal strip. When he lowered 
his shorts, I think she gasped. She stood mesmerized 
looking at the huge thing, which was just coming to 
full erection. He pulled on it absentmindedly, 
oblivious to the beautiful woman standing next to him. 
The woman he was going to penetrate in just a few 
minutes.

Mr. G. came to his climax, and collapsed on my mother's 
back. "Untie her, Mr. G.," my father said. Mr. G. 
complied, and my mother came over to the couch and 
collapsed onto it. "Now if you would, tie your wife to 
it." Mr. G. walked over to Sharon and led her to the 
bench, bending her forward. He walked around in front, 
and quickly tied her hands to the contraption.

"She's all yours, Hal," my father said. Hal walked up 
behind Sharon, still stroking his long cock. "I hope 
you get some pleasure out of this," he said to her, and 
began pushing the huge head in between her cheeks. She 
began to whimper, and I don't think she was pretending 
as my mother had been. 

Then, when he started to push the shaft into her ass, 
she cried out and continued to cry out as Hal pushed 
farther and farther in. We could still see half his 
length outside, and knew she would never be able to 
take it all; My mother had taken it, but she had long 
experience at being fucked in the rear.

Finally Sharon quit crying out, and just sobbed quietly 
while Hal pumped in and out of her rear end. Mr. G. had 
joined my mother on the couch, and his face was buried 
in her bush while she moaned. I crawled away from my 
father, and straddled my mother's face. I lowered onto 
her mouth, and her tongue went obediently up inside me. 
She began licking me, and her hands went under my ass. 
Her fingertips found my anus, and she began fucking me 
there with one finger. 

My dad got up and walked to the front of the bench, 
grasping Sharon's head and raising it, and then ramming 
his cock into her mouth. She seemed almost to welcome 
the distraction, and she was sucking him with gusto 
just as Hal came. My mother came a moment later, but 
continued to eat me. My dad pulled out of Sharon's 
mouth, and I knew he'd want me to finish him off. 

Just then I came, and got off my mother. She and Mr. G. 
were lying there spent. My dad untied Sharon, and Hal 
helped her over to the couch. He laid her on her back, 
and went down on her.

My dad came back to the couch, and stood beside it as I 
got on my knees and put my mouth on his cock. It only 
took a minute for him to work to a climax, and, as he 
shot his semen into my mouth and down my throat, I 
heard Sharon cry out ecstatically as she had her 
orgasm.

It was some evening. And my doubts about this sort of 
things were put away. This was too much fun to just 
give it up. At least for now.

 fifteen

(as recounted by Miss Briggs)

Most of every day, I think about Terri. Laura was 
right; I'm smitten. Not just with Terri's body or the 
sex. I fantasize about her moving in with me, and going 
to sleep every night with her in my arms. Her sweet 
pussy is never far from my mind, but it's more than 
that. God, I'm in love with her. I've had relations 
with women for years, and, no matter how much I liked 
one, it was just for the sex that I became involved. 
I've never lived with a woman, and I like men.

Terri likes men, too, I know that. I see her in the 
hall, talking with some of the boys who are sniffing 
around her. I've tried to guess which ones she might be 
involved with, but she treats them all about the same. 
I could ask her, of course; she might tell me. My 
reason for wanting to know might shock her; I imagine 
one of the boys being with us at my house, and me 
watching them go at it. Maybe me joining in. Madness.

"Hello, Miss Briggs." I jumped at hearing Terri's 
voice; she had walked up on my left, and was standing 
with her books clutched over her chest, smiling. "Hi, 
Terri. How have you been?"

"Good. I'm a little hurt that you haven't asked me to 
come over in a while." She pretended to pout.

"I've been awfully busy. And you don't seem to be short 
of company or friends." God, I sound like every jealous 
lover in history! I smiled to try to take the edge off 
what I'd said. "I'm sorry, Miss Briggs. No matter how 
many friends I have, I enjoy being with you. Don't be 
mad at me."

"I'm not. I'm just being silly. I realize that a pretty 
girl is going to get a lot of attention from boys in 
the hall at school."

"I know I'm popular. It's partly the reputation I've 
gotten, but several boys are just shy and nice."

"And some aren't?" I was breathing heavily as I 
broached the subject that had been on my mind.

"No. Some aren't. Are you fishing for information?" 
This girl is so self-possessed! It's maddening. "Yes, I 
guess I am. I look at the boys, and I have no clue as 
to who is in the know and who isn't."

"Well, you understand that I don't know every boy who 
is 'in the know.' I'm a slut, but I'm very selective".

"Oh, you're not a slut!" 

"Sure I am. But I only go with two... here at school." 
She smiled, knowing she was feeding my curiosity.

"Do -- do you think one would like to come with you to 
my place sometime. Someone trustworthy?"

"They're both trustworthy, believe me. I've been 
sucking them off this whole school year, and neither 
one has breathed a word, even to the other boys. They 
don't want to be cut off." She giggled.

"So you're in control," Miss Briggs said.

"Pretty much. Although I've only got one of them 
trained."

"Trained?"

"To do to me what I do to them. They always just came 
in my mouth, and it never would have occurred to them 
to do anything for me. But one of them learned last 
week. And it turns out he liked doing it. I'm still 
working on the other one."

"Do you think the other one is -- trainable?"

"I think so. It's sort of my project this week."

"I'd like to watch that happen. If you think he's 
trustworthy, why not bring him over on Saturday. Maybe 
I could help you train him."

"Miss Briggs! I didn't know you... liked it that way."

"I like it both ways. It makes life more interesting."

"I'll say. All right, I'll ask the untrained one, and 
let you know before school lets out."

"Fine." She walked away, and I spent the rest of the 
day dreaming about a young, thin cock going in and out 
of my mouth, my pussy, my ass. And about watching this 
unknown young man going down on Terri -- and on me.

***

Terri told me after fifth period that the boy was game. 
I asked who it was, but she said it would have to be a 
surprise, that he was as nervous as I was. On Saturday, 
I sat waiting impatiently, trying to imagine which of 
the boys it would be. The doorbell rang.

I was happy to see that it was Mark. He's handsome, but 
I also know that he's mature and sensible. He could get 
involved in something like this and keep his mouth 
shut. God, the chances I was taking! "Come in," I said. 
"It's nice to see you, Mark."

"Yes ma'am." he said sheepishly.

"I'm not 'ma'am. Not today. Today I'm Mona, and we're 
just friends."

"Yes ma -- Mona."

"I've never called you anything but Miss Briggs," Terri 
said. "Can I call you Mona too?"

"It depends on how nice you are to me," I teased.

"Oh, I'll be nice. But first I'm going to be nice to 
Mark -- and him to me. This is our first time that 
won't be in a parked car; I want you to undress, Mark. 
I've never seen anything but your cock." He blushed, 
but he began stripping. So did Terri, and then so did 
I. I thought Mark was going to have a seizure.

"Oh... Mona. I can't believe this. I don't even know 
what to do."

"Sure you do, Mark," I soothed. "It's in your genes."

Terri pushed him onto the couch, and knelt between his 
thighs. He groaned and looked at the ceiling as her 
mouth circled his long, slim cock and took it in. She 
sucked for a minute and then stopped. "Can we go in the 
bedroom, Mona? I want to show Mark something."

"Certainly. And I'll just go along with you. You might 
show me something I'd like to see."

We hurried down the hall, and Terri jumped on the bed. 
"Mark, I've done you a dozen times, but you've never 
done me."

"Done you? How?" He looked really perplexed.

"Done me with your mouth. Gone down on me. Eaten my 
pussy. Cunnilingus!" She was laughing.

"But -- but I've never done that."

"But you know what it looks like. From porn movies. 
Right?"

"Y-yes. But I'm not sure I can do it. That I'd like 
it."

"Mark, I can just about guarantee you'll like it. Every 
man likes it once he does it. I'll have trouble keeping 
your nose out of my snatch after today."

"God, Terri, you talk worse than a boy does." He 
continued to blush.

"Well, let me increase your interest. Either you eat me 
out, today, or you get nothing more from me. No more 
blowjobs in the parking lot. Nothing." She looked at 
him fiercely.

He knew now that there was no escaping this. "All 
right. I'll do it." and he crawled on the bed to lie 
between her legs, looking with wonder at her widening 
pussy.

"Good. Good. Now, I'll help you. Just put your lips on 
my lips, and kiss it. Just like you would my mouth -- 
not that you ever have."

Mark kissed her pussy, and then I saw his tongue flick 
out and touch the nub of her clit. She jumped, and said 
"Mark, that's wonderful. That's the very place I want 
your mouth. I want you to suck it."

And he started in. He was very tentative, but as her 
clit swelled, and as he realized the wonder of the 
taste of it, he bore down and began eating her in 
earnest. "Ohhh," she said. "What a student. 55

Why don't you grade him, Mona?"

I moved in toward the bed. In for a penny, in for a 
pound. "I'd give him a B, but with extra credit for 
trying. And since I don't have any treats to give, I'll 
just do this ..." And I reached under him and grasped 
his cock. He twisted his body to make himself more 
accessible to me, and I began stroking him, hard, so 
happy to have a cock in my hand again. Even a slim, 
teenage one.

And now I was going to put it in my mouth. He moaned as 
my lips went over the head, and as I took most of the 
shaft down my throat. He continued to moan softly as I 
sucked up and down, hoping that he would last for a 
while. Young ones are so quick to cum; men have to get 
some years on them before they know to hold back. And 
hopefully to hold back until the woman has 
had a climax.

But Mark was doing fine. I was able to suck him for 
several minutes, and then I started licking down the 
shaft. I took his balls in my mouth, and he moaned more 
loudly. Terri was laughing at the sounds he was making. 
"You can keep moaning, Mark, but you have to keep 
eating."

And he did. Terri started moaning herself as she was 
shaken by a long, shuddering orgasm. Mark redoubled the 
efforts he was making with his tongue, and I saw it go 
in even farther as her wet pussy expanded. 

She opened up to take his lips and his tongue as deep 
into her as they would go, and this must have excited 
him; he came in my mouth, really quite a lot of semen, 
and I swallowed it gratefully. It had been two years 
since I had touched or sucked a cock, and I was happy 
that this one belonged to this beautiful young boy.

He sat up on the bed. "Wow! I've always wanted to do 
that, but I never could think how to get at it." 

"I failed as a teacher," Terri said. "You always came 
in my mouth right away, and we had to get back into the 
building, and there was never time to have you do 
that."

"I'm awfully glad there was time today," he said. He 
looked at me shyly, and I decided to take a chance. "If 
you're not too tired, I'm a teacher too."

"This is wonderful. Miss Briggs -- Mona -- will you let 
me do that to you?"

"Gladly." And I scooted up on the bed, spreading my 
legs as wide as they could go. "Come down here, 
beautiful boy. I want you to eat me."

Mark moved up and buried his face in my pussy, mingling 
my juices with Terri's on his mouth and in his throat. 
He has a very long tongue, and he drove it deep into me 
like a cock. I was jolted by the force of it, and I 
wrapped my legs around his head. "Oh, yes. Do it. Do 
it. Eat me."

Terri moved over my face and lowered her pussy to my 
mouth. I licked the drool pouring out of her, and she 
leaned forward and covered my breasts with her hands. 
Mark cupped my buttocks in his hands, and I was rocked 
to a fantastic climax between my two students. I hope 
the school board doesn't find out.

Mark had recovered already, in that wonderful way boys 
have. He mounted me and began fucking me; I didn't 
climax, but it was a nice gesture.

"Can you both come back next Saturday?" I asked. "I 
want someone else to meet this talented young man." 
They agreed, and I knew that Terri knew who would be 
here. I also know that she won't say a word, won't give 
Laura away unless Laura is clearly giving herself away. 
I wonder how long this will last.

 sixteen

(as recounted by Mary Ann)

My sister Marta came to stay with me for two weeks. On 
the second night, she wondered aloud about the men in 
my life. "The phone hasn't rung. Aren't you going with 
anyone?"

"I date once in a while. But two weeks ago, I had an 
adventure, and I'm waiting for him to call."

"What kind of adventure?" 

"The sort you're thinking of. He came here and we... 
did things." I smiled.

"Well tell, tell. What kind of things?"

"Oh, you are so nosy! He -- did things to me, the kind 
of things men do. And I did things to him."

"How did you meet him?"

"We -- work together. I know, it's dumb to get involved 
with anyone at work. But he's a cameraman, and I walked 
in while he was looking at a tape he had made on 
assignment. It was quite a tape, and I talked him into 
coming over here and letting me watch the whole thing. 
He won't make me a copy, though. You wouldn't believe 
this tape; it shows a family doing all kinds of things 
together, and then my friend and the woman he works 
with on assignments got involved, and... it was really 
something."

"God, I'm getting hot just hearing about it. Do you 
think he'd come back over -- and bring the tape?"

"No, I don't think he'd bring the tape. It's his job if 
anyone ever finds out about it. He had to show it to me 
because I had walked in on him, and... I sort of 
threatened to tell if he didn't let me see it. He 
didn't hold a grudge, though.

"He didn't. What happened while he was here?"

"I can't talk about this with you. You're my sister!"

"That didn't stop you when we were in school. How many 
times did I listen to you talk about the boys you were 
doing? And how many times did you have to listen to 
me?"

"I know. But this is different, somehow. We're adults, 
and I might want a long-term deal with him. If I talk 
about him like a high school conquest, it seems sort of 
-- disloyal."

"Ah, I see. Well, will I get to meet him at least? 
Invite him over for dinner tomorrow night. To meet your 
charmin' sister." She primped at her hair, and we 
laughed, and I called Ron ten minutes later. He agreed 
at once. I didn't ask about the tape.

***

Ron came in when I opened the door, and I introduced 
him to my sister. He naturally assumed that this would 
just be a social evening, and so did I. My sister and I 
had talked about sex a lot of times, but it never 
included both of us doing something together.

Ron sat down next to Marta, and I went in to make 
drinks. When I brought them back, I said "Marta is from 
San Francisco. She decided I wasn't having a social 
life, so she bullied me into inviting you over."

"Oh, or otherwise you wouldn't have?" Ron seemed to be 
pouting.

"Well, yes I would, but sometime when I don't have a 
houseguest."

"You're saying I cramp your style," Marta said. "I'm 
hurt." I knew she was teasing.

"Oh, you know what I mean. A man and woman do things 
when they're alone that they won't be doing when anyone 
else is around."

"Why not?" Marta asked. "I mean, why not do it? If the 
other person doesn't mind. If the other person might 
like... to watch."

"Marta! What are you saying?" I couldn't believe this 
was my sister talking.

"I'm like everyone else, Mary Ann. I dream of stuff 
with more than just one-on-one. Not that I've ever done 
anything."

"What would you like to do, Marta?" Ron asked. "Or what 
would you like to have done to you?"

She wet her lips. "I'd like to watch you two, for 
openers. And maybe do something myself, I don't know 
what."

"This is incredible," I said. "My sister. Ron, I had no 
idea..."

"I'm hardly offended, Mary Ann. I'd be happy to show 
her our technique if you're game. Come on over and sit 
with us."

I moved to the couch, and as soon as I was seated next 
to him, Ron started unbuttoning my blouse. "Don't feel 
left out, Marta. I can do yours too, if you want."

"Y-yes, I want," she said softly, and as soon as Ron 
had my blouse off me he turned and began removing 
Marta's. She was looking down, and I assumed that she 
was more embarrassed than she had let on. Then I 
realized that she was looking at Ron's erection 
straining against the material of his pants! She 
reached over and began rubbing the bulge, and Ron 
grinned. "I don't think she's going to be much of an 
observer, Mary Ann." We all laughed.

I stood up and stripped off my shorts. Then I unhooked 
my bra and tossed it on the floor. Marta unzipped her 
skirt and shimmied out of it; then she unhooked her bra 
and dropped it on top of mine. I knelt in front of Ron 
and unzipped his pants, freeing his huge erection. 
Marta couldn't take her eyes off it.

"Do you -- mind, Mary Ann?" she asked and without 
waiting for an answer she leaned over and went down on 
Ron. His hand went behind her ass, and inside her 
panties; I could see it working on getting in between 
her legs. She shifted her weight to give him a better 
angle, all the time sucking his cock deep into her 
throat. 

I stood up and whipped my panties off. Then I got on 
the couch on my knees and put my face up against Ron's 
belly. Marta's and my faces were inches apart, and she 
quit sucking and laughed. "Sisters share. Do it." And 
my mouth covered the gorged head of Ron's cock, which 
was oozing seminal fluid. I licked it off, and then 
took the head back into my mouth. Marta moved down, 
nibbling the cock, and then took one of Ron's balls 
into her mouth.

Ron's hand was really pumping into Marta's pussy, and 
his other hand found mine. He finger-fucked both of us, 
while we took turns sucking him; when Marta took over 
on the knob, I shifted to his balls. We were quite a 
team, and hadn't known it all these years.

Ron came with a shout, shooting his cum into Marta's 
mouth and throat. "Damn," I thought. "I wanted to do 
that." When Marta lifted her head, I moved back up 
Ron's shaft and started licking the cum which was still 
oozing out of the head of his cock. I kept at it until 
I had slurped up every drop. "Sisters share," I said 
when I lifted my head. We laughed.

"Ron, I don't care how spent you are, we're going into 
the bedroom." I grabbed his hand, pulled it out of me, 
and used it to pull him down the hall. Marta skipped 
down the hall after us. In the bedroom, I lay back and 
guided Ron in between my legs. "Now we can give her a 
show," I said, and pushed his face into my pussy. He 
started licking at once, and I lay back in ecstasy. 

To my surprise, Marta came up to my head and lifted her 
leg. I was looking directly into her pussy, something I 
hadn't seen since we were girls and used to compare 
each other's charms. "You -- you want me to do you?" I 
asked. "Yes," she said. "Ron's going to be busy, and I 
need to feel a tongue inside me. You have a tongue; 
ergo..."

"Ergo, come down on my face. I want to eat you."

Marta lowered her pussy onto my mouth with a sigh of 
gratitude, and began grinding it into me. Her hands 
went under my neck and cradled my head, and I felt as 
though she might pull me inside her. I licked her as 
best I could; I had no experience at this. Ron put his 
hands under me, and his fingers began caressing my 
anus; I bucked and pushed my pussy toward his eager 
tongue.

I came with a scream, and lay there whimpering while I 
continued to eat Marta out. Then she came, and we all 
fell in a heap. "That was fantastic," Marta said. "I've 
never had that done for me by a woman before."

"Really? And I've never done it to a woman before. Have 
you?"

"No. Have you had it done?"

"No. We're both beginners. This is going to be a 
wonderful visit." We laughed uproariously, and Ron 
laughed too. "I think I'll get out of here," he said. 
"I'm glad I was able to introduce you two to each 
other. Or at least to each others' pussy." And we 
continued to laugh as he left. 

 seventeen

(as recounted by Mark)

I couldn't believe my good fortune in getting asked to 
Miss Briggs' house. I doubt that I'll ever have another 
adventure quite as good. I did things I'd only dreamed 
of doing, and did them not only with Terri but with an 
older woman who didn't look down on me. I know Greg has 
been messing around with Terri, but I wonder if he's 
gone down on her. And I doubt that he's been included 
when there were other people. Not that I can ever talk 
to him about it.

I got home from school one day, and my sister Cathy was 
sitting in the living room. "Hi, Cath," I said. "What's 
shaking?" I started to go up to my room, when she said 
"Mark. Come here for a minute, will you?"

I sat down next to her. "What's up?" She was looking at 
me long and hard. "I heard something today. Something 
about you. About you and Terri." I gulped. "What about 
her?"

"I heard she does some of the boys, and that you're one 
of them. Is it true?" I sat and stared at her. Cathy 
and I have always been close, and I rarely lie to her. 
What should I do?

I stalled. "What do you mean 'does some' of the boys. 
Does them how?"

"I don't know, exactly. Makes love to them. Goes to bed 
with them."

"Well, not with me," I lied. And it wouldn't have been 
a lie a week earlier.

"So you've never done anything with her? It's important 
that I know, that you tell me the truth."

"Why is it so important?" I asked.

"Because I don't want you to throw yourself away. To do 
things with a girl who does it with everyone."

"Oh, I doubt that she does things with everyone. I'd 
have heard." I was getting very nervous.

"You haven't answered me. I told you that it's 
important that I know, and you and I have always been 
truthful with each other." 

"I know." I was really in a bind. "Cathy, it's true 
that I've done stuff with her. For about a year."

"What stuff? What has she done to you?" Cathy 
persisted.

"You make me sound like a victim. Anything that we've 
done I did willingly."

"And what have you done?"

"You want details? Migod, Cathy, I can't talk to you 
about that."

"Why not? Because I'm your virginal sister?"

"Well, yeah. And because it's not nice to tell."

"But I need to know. I don't know very much about this 
sort of thing."

"That's good!" I said emphatically. "I don't want to 
think about you doing those things."

"Now, Mark, I'm not a virgin, you know. Or perhaps you 
don't know, but I'm not. I've been laid. Is that what 
Terri does for you?"

"N-no, not exactly." This was becoming impossible.

"Well what does she do, exactly? I want to know."

Migod, she was becoming my mother! I couldn't believe 
the things she was asking to know. But I now realized 
that I was going to tell her. "She -- goes down on me." 
Now I knew that I was blushing. But Cathy wasn't.

"She does. All the way? Do you cum in her mouth?" 

"Cathy! Migod, I can't believe you're talking this 
way."

"Why can't you believe it? For all you know, I've done 
it." I must have looked thunderstruck. She smiled and 
said "No, I haven't. But that doesn't mean that I 
haven't wanted to, that I haven't thought about it a 
lot."

"Thought about it with the guy -- the guy you laid?" I 
was nearly choking.

"No. Thought about it... with you. Now don't act so 
surprised. I've seen you looking at me, and you must 
have thought about me that way."

I considered lying about it, but there was no point. My 
face had probably already given me away. "Well, sure, 
I've thought about it, but you're my sister, for 
Christ's sake. It's a sin. Or a crime. Or something."

"Not if nobody finds out. I've seen you nude, you know, 
when you got out of the shower, and I've wanted to just 
go into your room and put my mouth on you." My mouth 
was completely dry, and I didn't think this was the 
time to tell her of the thoughts I'd had when she came 
through the living room wearing just shorts and a top, 
or the thoughts I'd had laying in bed at night. I'd 
jacked off more than once thinking of her, but I've 
always known that it was wrong.

"I've thought of you that way too," I said, and knew we 
were crossing some forbidden line. "I've imagined you -
- doing that to me."

"Then let me," she said. "Let me go down on you. Let me 
suck you off. I want to."

"All right," I sighed. "Will you come with me to my 
room?" She nodded.

We still had more than an hour before our folks got 
home. She got up and went up the stairs, and I 
followed. In my room, she turned to me and said "Kiss 
me, Mark, please." And I kissed my sister full on the 
lips; not a brotherly kiss, but a kiss full of longing 
and passion. She returned the feelings in her kiss. 
"I'm going to get undressed now. Will you?"

"Yes," I said, and both of us stripped. As her body 
emerged from the few clothes she had on, I gasped at 
the beauty of her figure, the nice size of her breasts, 
and the clot of hair covering her mound. "You are so 
very beautiful," I said.

She motioned me to sit on the bed, and she knelt on the 
floor between my legs. "I've only done this once," she 
said, "and not all the way. But if you want to cum in 
my mouth, it's okay." I was suddenly feeling 
lightheaded, as I watched her lips encircle my erect 
cock and begin moving up and down. I felt a surge, and 
I was afraid I was going to cum immediately. 

But I fought it down, and just sat there enjoying the 
sight of my beautiful sister licking and slurping on my 
cock-head. Then she opened her mouth wide and engulfed 
the entire length of it, her lips pushing into the hair 
around the base. She did that for a couple of minutes, 
and I gently stopped her. "I want to do you, too," I 
said.

"You know about that?" she asked. "A little," I said. 
"I've done it." I assumed she was thinking of Terri; if 
she only knew that I had eaten Miss Briggs, and less 
than a week ago! She stood up and got on the bed, lying 
back with her legs pressed together.

"Open your legs," I said in what I hoped was a 
confident tone. "I want to eat you." And her legs 
opened like a beautiful flower, and inside it, under 
the hair on her mound, was her lovely pussy. I lowered 
my face, and started eating her. "Mmmmn," she said. 
"Oh, yes, Mark, do it. Eat me. Lick my pussy! I've 
dreamed of this." I licked her snatch for a minute, and 
then stopped.

"Could we do it together?" I asked, and she nodded. I 
lay on my back and she put her mouth over my cock 
again. I urged her leg over my face, and looked up to 
see her pussy dripping fluid down onto my chin and 
chest. I had no idea a young girl could put out that 
much; it was the same as Miss Briggs. 

I lifted my head, and inserted my tongue into the 
flooded lips of her pussy. I ate her to a climax, and, 
at exactly the same moment, I spurted semen down her 
throat. We had a terrible secret now, and we would have 
to trust each other.

I thought of fucking her, but there was no way I could 
come back and there wasn't time before mom and dad got 
home. She seemed to be thinking of the same thing. 
"There's always tomorrow," she said, and kissed my cock 
before jumping up, gathering her clothes, and running 
down the hall to her own room.

 eighteen

(as recounted by Cathy)

I was bursting to tell someone what had happened, but 
who could I tell? I was strangely proud that I had 
seduced my brother, but there was no way to make it 
known; anyone I told would be revolted. Except Terri, I 
thought. She is just the person to tell.

Two days later at school, I sat down next to her on the 
lawn. "Hi, Terri," I said, and flopped down just the 
way she was sitting, my legs splayed out. "Hi, Cathy. 
How are you? How's Mark?".

"He's fine. Even better now. He and I did it."

"Did it?"

"We -- did what you and he did. In his bedroom. It was 
wonderful."

"God, Cathy, you're taking a chance telling me this. 
What makes you think that he and I have done anything?"

"I made him tell me. I worked it around until he had to 
either lie or tell the truth, and he told me. Don't be 
mad at him."

"I'm not mad at him. I hope you don't tell anyone else. 
My reputation is shot, but you could get him in a lot 
of trouble."

"Oh, I won't. I wanted to tell someone, and I realized 
there was no one I could talk to. And then I realized 
that I could talk to you, because we've both done the 
same things with him. You probably think I'm evil 
because he's my brother."

"Nooo," Terri said, "I don't. He's very nice, and very 
handsome. If I had a brother, I would probably have 
fucked him by now. And your brother has a luscious 
cock. Or do you know that?"

"Oh, yes. I told you we did what you and he did. I 
sucked him off,. and he went down on me."

"Ah. Everything he did. With me, you mean."

"Well, sure with you. What do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just blathering." Terri smiled.

I looked at her, trying to understand her meaning, but 
I couldn't figure it out. "I hope we can be friends. I 
don't mind that you're fucking Mark, if you don't mind 
that I am."

"No, no. In fact, maybe we can all do it together 
sometime."

I felt myself reddening. "Terri! That's disgusting! 
Three of us?" Then I started giggling. "I don't think 
I'm ready for that."

"I guess not. And I'd like to be friends. Would you 
like to come stay at my house some night? We could 
sleep over, and talk about... things."

"Yes, I'd like that. How about Friday? I could bring 
some CD's, and we can talk about boys. Now that I have 
something to talk about."

"Just like a couple of virgins. That would be fun. I 
should tell you, my folks are a little -- different 
than most."

"Different how?"

"They -- take an interest in people. They get to asking 
questions, and pretty soon you find yourself telling 
them things. Be on your guard."

I laughed. "Oh, I'm not worried. There's only one thing 
I wouldn't tell them. And they wouldn't know to ask 
about it anyway."

"You're right. Friday, then. About 8?"

"Yes. I'll bring my teddy bear."

"Okay. Does he fuck?" We laughed, and I went into the 
building.

We had kept it light-hearted, but I was aware of a 
strong physical pull between us. I wonder if she was. 
Not that I would ever do anything with a girl, but the 
thought of she and I doing things with a third person 
was fascinating. Especially Mark. Or more especially, 
someone I didn't know, a mysterious stranger, someone 
who would kiss me all over my body and penetrate me 
with a huge cock. A cock at least as big as Mark's. I 
guess I have a lot to learn.

***

On Friday, I went to Terri's house. She introduced me 
to her parents, and then showed me down the hall to her 
bedroom, and said "I forgot to tell you I only have one 
bed in here. I hope it's all right."

"Oh, sure. If you stayed at my house, it would be the 
same. You aren't going to molest me, are you?" I 
smiled. "Not unless you want me to," she said.

"Thanks, but no. Boys are better."

"You're sure of that?"

"My God, Terri, have you done that too?" I felt a 
thrill run down my belly and into my legs.

"Cathy, I've done just about everything you could think 
of, and maybe one or two you couldn't think of. Like 
the school board said, I'm 'sexually active.' If you 
don't believe me, ask the pres -- never mind, forget I 
said that."

"You're fascinating. Will you tell me about some of 
this stuff?"

"Maybe. When I get to know you better. Which side of 
the bed do you like?"

We went into the kitchen and had a snack, and mom came 
in to see if we wanted to watch tv. "No, mom, we're 
going to my room. There are a lot of boys to talk 
about." She laughed. "I hope Cathy doesn't have as many 
to talk about as you do. See you, Cathy. And please 
call me Linda and Terri's dad Robert; it will make us 
seem more like friends. Okay?"

"Okay, Linda. Thanks for having me," Cathy said.

"But we haven't..." mom said and then stopped. I looked 
at her, and then at Terri, and they were smiling at me 
in an odd way. It didn't make me uncomfortable, but it 
did make me curious. Back in Terri's room, I asked her 
what her mother started to say. "I don't know," she 
said, and I knew that she was fibbing.

We put on some music, and I went into the bathroom and 
put on my shorty nightgown. When I came back, Terri was 
lying on the bed wearing nothing but panties. "Terri! 
Aren't you going to put on some pajamas, or something?"

"This is the way I sleep. Do you mind? I could put 
something on."

"No, I'm the guest. You should be able to do what you 
usually do."

"Well, now, that's impossible, because there's no man 
in the room." She laughed, and I laughed, and I got 
into bed under the covers. I kept stealing looks at her 
breasts, which were larger than mine and nicely-formed.

"D-do you like it when boys suck your breasts?" I 
asked, and realized that sex was very much on my mind.

"I like it when anyone sucks my breasts," Terri said.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"I mean I like it when boys suck my breasts, or when 
older men suck my breasts, or when women suck my 
breasts, or when girls my own age suck my breasts."

"Terri, I think I'm out of my league. You are so much 
more experienced than I am. And yet we're the same 
age."

"It's just chance. I got into it early, thanks to my 
folks, and I discovered I like it better than 
anything."

"Thanks to your folks?" I was puzzled.

"I walked in on them one day last year, and got an 
education in about two minutes."

"How so?" I was beginning to think that Terri had a 
very interesting life, and that I might learn 
from her.

"Well, my mom was on her knees, going down on my dad. 
And she didn't act as though she minded a bit. She was 
licking him up and down, and making little animal 
noises. It turned me on, and I just sat down and 
watched."

"This is incredible. Then what?"

"The next time they were getting it on, my mom told me 
in advance, and I joined in."

"Joined in how?"

"I sucked my dad off," Terri said.

"Ohmygod! You didn't!"

"Yes I did. And we've done lots of stuff since then."

"Like -- what?"

"My mother and I have done things together -- women's 
things. And there have been other people."

"Ohhh. I've led a sheltered life."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Or perhaps you'd like 
it to be a little less sheltered?"

"I guess I would." I sighed. I almost knew what Terri 
would say next.

"Would you like me to do anything for you? ":

"I think so. What will you do?"

"I'd like to play with your body a little bit. Why 
don't you take off that nightgown?" I stripped it off 
and lay back down; Terri moved over me and put her 
mouth on one of my nipples. 

"Ohhhh. This is wrong. This is so wrong," I moaned, 
just as her hand slipped in between my thighs. She 
rubbed me for a moment, and then said "I want to eat 
you." I nodded, and she went down on me in a flash, 
pushing her tongue into me. I clutched at her head, and 
held her face against my pussy as she ate me. It was 
heaven!

he stopped and looked up at me. There was a wicked look 
in her eye. "My mom and dad are going to join us, if 
that's all right with you." 

"Oh, Terri, I don't know. I'd be too embarrassed."

"Well, you could just watch us for a while. Would you 
do that?"

"All -- all right." I was dying of curiosity. What was 
going to happen, and what was going to happen to me? I 
felt a spasm of desire as I started to imagine things. 
And by the time the night was over, everything I 
imagined had happened.

"Mom! Dad! Could you come in here please?"

The bedroom door opened, and her folks came in. Her 
mother was wearing sexy lingerie, and her dad had on a 
pair of shorts that scarcely hid his erection. "Cathy 
thinks she might like to learn some things," Terri 
said. "She'd like to watch, at least."

Her mother sat on the bed and put her hand on Cathy's 
thigh. "You're a very beautiful girl," she said. "Can I 
kiss you?" I nodded, and Terri's mom leaned over and 
kissed me. At the same moment, her hand slipped between 
my thighs, and her thumb started massaging my clit. I 
jumped. "Oh, that feels... so good," I said.

"I'd like to look at it. Can I?" her mom said. Her eyes 
were wet. "Yes-s-s," I said, and she moved down the bed 
and lay between my legs, looking at my sex. "It's very 
beautiful. Can I kiss it?" 

"Yes," I said, "oh, yes, please, kiss it." And her mom 
started kissing all along the length of my pussy-lips, 
as her hands caressed my belly and moved up to my 
breasts. Then I felt her tongue going into me, and I 
started moving my hips and fucking her in the mouth 
like I'd been doing it for ages. She made a moaning 
sound, and redoubled her efforts. She brought one hand 
down, and I felt her fingers going inside me. I could 
feel the fluids pouring out of me, and I was as excited 
as I'd ever been. And she was a woman! And the mother 
of a friend. This was crazy.

My eyes had been closed, but I opened them just in time 
to see Terri kneel down in front of her father and pull 
his shorts down around his ankles. His huge erection 
waved above her head, and then she brought her head up 
and began kissing the head of his cock. It was very 
exciting to watch, and I realized that his cock was 
much bigger than Mark's; I wondered if he'd want me to 
do what Terri was doing, and if I would be able to. 
Able to suck off a man who is almost a stranger, that 
is.

Terri's mom was eating me out completely, and I felt a 
huge climax coming. "Oh, Linda. Oh, oh, oh. This is so 
wonderful," and I came in a gush, smearing pussy-fluid 
all over her face. She licked it all up, and I lay back 
in ecstasy. She quickly came up the bed and straddled 
me, her knees on either side of my head.

"Now I'd like you to do me. Will you? Please?" She was 
speaking in a little-girl voice, urging her pussy 
nearer and nearer my face. "Oh, yes," I said. "But you 
have to know I've never done it."

"You'll be a natural. Most women are. Just flick your 
tongue against my clit." I did, and she moaned with 
pleasure. She reached down and clasped my head, pulling 
me even closer to her pussy. "Play with my ass. 
Please."

I reached behind her and cradled the globes of her ass 
in my hands, rubbing and kneading them. I did it as if 
I had done it forever, and she moaned again. I couldn't 
believe how horny I was getting while doing this, since 
I had just climaxed five minutes before. But my pussy 
was burning with desire, and at that moment, Terri's 
dad mounted me and pushed his sizeable cock into me. It 
was electrifying. I couldn't believe the lust that was 
sweeping over me, or how much I was enjoying this. I 
think Terri's mom might be right; I'm a natural.

Her dad pumped into me for five minutes, and it's a 
very large tool. But I took it all, up to the hilt, and 
felt his balls flopping against my ass as he drove into 
me again and again. Terri's mom came at that moment, 
smearing fluid all over my mouth and chin. It ran down 
the sides of my face like a river, and I knew that I 
had done very well for a beginner. Just then, I felt 
the delicious beginnings of a long orgasm, and it 
rolled over me in waves. Terri's mom moved away, and I 
reached down and grabbed Robert's ass-cheeks, trying to 
pull him clear inside me. 

He came in a flood, and I came a moment later. My pussy 
was drenched with his semen, and he immediately went 
down on me and licked me out. My God, is there nothing 
these people don't do? 

Later, first her mom and then her dad went down on 
Terri, and she came with a scream as her father's 
tongue penetrated deep inside her. It was a wonderful 
evening, and as Terri and I dropped off to sleep an 
hour later, I felt her hand come between my thighs and 
just rest there.

The next morning, I went home. Now who was I going to 
tell?

 nineteen

(excerpt from Terri's computer diary)

Cathy and I had become sort of best pals, and ate lunch 
together every day at school. One day she was absent, 
and I was sitting by myself; Greg walked up and asked 
if he could sit down. I nodded.

"How have you been?" he asked. "I've wanted to talk to 
you lots of lunch hours, but you have your new buddy 
and I didn't feel free to talk with her around."

"Why, what did you want to talk about?" I asked in my 
Scarlett voice, my eyelashes fluttering. 

"About us. About doing some stuff."

"Some -- stuff. You mean some stuff like we did before. 
You and me. Eating each other?"

"God, Terri. Keep your voice down. Yeah, that stuff. 
But also, I wanted to ask you to come over and meet my 
mom. I've told her... something about you, and she 
thinks it's neat that a have a friend. A girl. A girl-
friend in her mind, but I don't claim that."

"Sure, I'd like to meet her. When?"

"Today, if you can. She was pretty insistent about it 
this morning. Could you come over at three?"

"Okay."

At three, we got into his car and drove to his house. 
When we got there, he came around the car and opened 
the door. We walked to the house. His mother was in the 
living room when we went in, and Greg introduced us. 
"Greg has talked so much about you. I'm so glad to meet 
you."

We sat down, and then Greg's mother said "Greg, I hate 
to ask you, but there's not a thing in the house. I've 
made a list; could you run to the store? I'll entertain 
your friend while you're gone. Greg looked at her for a 
long time, and then left.

His mother said "Greg is such a sweetheart. And I'm so 
glad that he's met a nice girl. It's not as though I 
can be everything to him."

"Oh, I think a boy's mother is always everything to 
him. Well," I smiled, "almost everything. I guess there 
are some needs a mother can't fulfill."

"Yes. Yes, there are," she said dreamily. "But I 
understand you're taking care of that for him."

"Oh? What did he say?" Ye Gods, another weird adult! 

"Just that you've -- done things together. Things boys 
and girls do. And men and women."

"I had no idea he'd be talking with you about it. I'm a 
little put out."

"Don't be mad at him. I just got him talking, after I 
complimented him for something he'd done."

"Something good?" I saw the way that this was going.

"Yes. Something he's done for you, too." She was 
looking at me with such a longing, it was touching. 
"And what... what might that be?" But I knew. And I 
knew why I had been invited here. And I knew why she 
had sent Greg away.

"I think you can guess. He put his mouth on me. On my 
pussy. Just like he did for you."

"Uh-huh. And are you mad about anything?"

"Quite the opposite. Thanks to you, he knew what to do, 
and he did it very well. I knew then that I wanted to 
meet you, and repay you."

"Repay me how?"

"By doing it for you. By going down on you, and licking 
your pussy." Well, there it was . No one was very shy 
anymore. Greg's mom's eyes were shining with lust, and 
I knew that I was going to let her do it. "I'll let you 
do that. But only on one condition."

"What's that, dear?"

"That you let me do the same for you. The same thing 
Greg did." I thought that she was going to swoon. "Come 
with me," she said firmly, and we walked down the hall 
to her bedroom. Once inside, she began removing her 
clothes. I watched with an interested eye as her body 
was revealed, and realized that she was a handsome 
woman with a mature, curvaceous body. Her heavy breasts 
were soon exposed, and then she slipped her panties 
off.

"Please, dear, get undressed. I feel silly sitting here 
nude all by myself."

I stripped quickly, and she pulled me toward the bed. 
"Please, lie down. I want you so much."

I lay back and she immediately began eating my pussy. 
She was very good at it, and I began to wonder about 
her life. Greg had told me that she was a widow and 
didn't have any kind of social life, and it seemed a 
shame to have all this go to waste. "You're really good 
at this," I said. "You must have had some practice." 
She raised her head, and smiled.

"Not in a long time. I used to do lots of things, but 
it's only lately that I've been able to indulge in some 
of this. This is the first time I've done this in 
years. And I hadn't sucked a cock for just as long, 
until I did Greg last week." She looked at me sharply 
to see if she was shocking me.

"If you did that as well as you're doing this, it must 
have pleased him very much. I'd like to watch you do it 
sometime."

"Oh, I'd like that so much. I think I'm very good at 
it, even if I'm a little out of practice." She smiled 
again, and then gently dipped her face back into my wet 
snatch. She licked me until I came in a rush, dripping 
fluid all over the bedcovers and over her face. 

"That was really nice," I said, "and now I want to do 
it for you." She lay back on the bed, her heavy breasts 
falling to either side. I moved in between her legs, 
and my hands moved up to play with her breasts. I 
pinched the nipples, and then ran the palms of my hands 
over them; she closed her eyes, and began to rock with 
pleasure. Then I buried my tongue deep into her pussy, 
and caused her to cum almost immediately. Just then we 
heard Greg come into the house.

"Greg, honey, we're in my bedroom. We'll be out in a 
minute, unless you'd like to join us." 

The door opened almost at once, and Greg came in. His 
eyes got wide when he saw me and his mother lying side 
by side, drool pouring out of our pussies. "I see you 
two got together," he said. "I thought that's what mom 
wanted, but I wasn't sure."

"Get undressed, Greg. We're done, but I want to do 
you." He looked embarrassed, but he stripped quickly 
and walked over to the side of the bed. His mom leaned 
over, and took the head of his long, slim cock into her 
mouth. She came off it for a moment, long enough to say 
"Oh, Greg, it is so beautiful," and then she started 
sucking it in. 

I realized that she was every bit as good at sucking 
cock as she was at eating pussy. She seemed to be about 
to suck his cock right off his body, and he fucked into 
her mouth again and again as she did it.

I got off the bed, and came around behind him. "Bend 
over, Greg. I want to do something to you." He bent 
forward immediately, and I thrust a finger into his 
ass. He jumped forward, driving his cock even further 
into his mom' s mouth. "Ahhhh," he said, "What are you 
doing?"

"You know what I'm doing. The only question is whether 
you like it," I said.

"Yes, I do. I like it a lot."

"And would you like it if I put my tongue there?" I 
knew this was new ground for him, and I imagine for his 
mom too. But I had already realized she was better at 
giving head than I was, and I needed to do something 
original to keep him interested.

"Yes, yes, yes," he moaned, and I knelt behind him and 
spread his cheeks. I planted my tongue right on his 
anus, and began licking it. He groaned deeply, and 
redoubled the thrusts into his mother's mouth. Then he 
came, came in a rush that filled her mouth and her 
throat. She never skipped a beat, but swallowed his cum 
at once; then she drew him on to the bed, taking him 
away from my mouth. 

"I want to try that," she said, and pushed her tongue 
into the same place mine had just been. Greg acted as 
though he might die of pleasure, but his mom soon 
stopped. "Now you," she said, and motioned me on to the 
bed on her other side. She turned over, and pushed her 
tongue into my ass. There was no getting ahead of the 
woman.

Later, when Greg was getting ready to drive me home, 
his mom came up and hugged me. "I hope you'll come back 
to visit," she said. "I will," I said. "You are 
wonderful, and I love you both." Then Greg and I left.

 twenty

(excerpt from Terri's computer diary)

Last night I had a dream, a wonderful dream, but a 
weird one. I was on the street where Greg and I and 
Mark and I had gone many times to park and make out. I 
was facing the house where the man with the cane lived, 
and I walked up and rang the bell. It was a big house, 
two-story and very nice.

A good-looking older woman answered the door, and I 
asked if I could come in. She said that I had never 
been there before, and so she didn't think she should 
admit me. I asked her to please let me come in, that 
there was something about the place that I had to know. 
She opened the door wider, and I went in, and then, in 
the way of dreams, I was in a large room without having 
moved at all. The woman invited me to sit down.

She was about forty, and dark-haired. She was dressed 
only in a kind of toga which went halfway down her 
thighs and left one shoulder bare. She smiled at me, 
and asked "Do you want
to see him?"

"See -- who?" I asked.

"See the Master."

"Yes, I would like to see him," I said.

She went over to the door and pulled a bell-string, as 
in an old movie. In a moment, the man I had seen on the 
lawn with the cane came in, clad only in a kind of 
loincloth. He wasn't carrying a cane.

"Hello, Terri," he said. "How do you know my name?" I 
asked.

"I am the Master. I know many things." He smiled, and 
sat down beside me. He took one of my hands in both of 
his, stroking them gently. "You are welcome here. You 
have been welcome here for a long time, but you never 
came to visit. You have been outside in the street a 
number of times, and I thought you would find your way 
to our door; but you never did, until now."

"And you've watched me in the street at least once," I 
said.

"Many times," he said. "I knew from the first time that 
you belonged with us. Would you like to come and live 
here?"

"Well, thanks, but no. I have a family. Not looking for 
a change." I was getting very nervous with the 
conversation, and wondered if he could compel me to 
stay.

"Ah, I understand. But you could spend part of today 
with us, couldn't you? I know that I would enjoy that, 
and I'm sure that Serena and the others would too." The 
woman standing nearby came and knelt at my feet. "Yes, 
please, stay with us a little while. I know that you 
will be pleased." She smiled, and placed her hands on 
my knees.

"And who are the -- others?" I asked.

"Other people who live here," Serena said. "People who 
serve the master."

"Serve him how?"

"By taking care of his needs. All of his needs. We take 
care of his physical needs, and he takes care of our 
spiritual ones." She was looking at me with longing, 
and the warmth of her hands on my knees was starting to 
turn me on.

"His physical needs?"

"Yes. Cooking, and cleaning, and draining his body of 
his beautiful fluid. We offer our bodies to him for 
whatever purpose he deems necessary."

"That sounds exciting," I said. "I'd like to watch that 
sometime."

"Perhaps you can. Or, you could participate." She 
smiled at me, and her eyes were wet with desire. Her 
hands were moving up my thighs.

"I don't know if I'd want him to do anything to me," I 
said.

"Ah, but he derives pleasure in any number of ways. If 
he were to watch you and I together, for example, it 
would please him and relieve him of his fluid."

"But I'm not sure I want you to do anything to me, 
either," I said. "I don't even know why I'm here."

"You're here, my dear, because you dreamed of being 
here. You are dreaming of it right now. And I want to 
be part of your dream." Her hands had reached the tops 
of my thighs, and her fingertips began playing with my 
belly. "Why don't you undress, so we can see your 
lovely body? I know that you like to have people look 
at you." She continued to smile. 

In a dreamy trance, I stood up and quickly stripped off 
all my clothes. Serena looked up at me in a worshipful 
way, and when I looked at the man standing there I saw 
his loincloth rise an inch or two.

"Beautiful," Serena said. "May I touch you?" I nodded, 
and her fingers played over my mound and slipped 
between my thighs. Suddenly I was feeling very 
powerful, and I said "Serena, you see me naked, but I 
can't see you."

She stood up and quickly whipped off the toga. I gasped 
at the perfection of her body. Her breasts were 
perfectly formed, and the coronas were a light brown; 
the nipples jutted out half an inch, and I knew that I 
wanted to suck them. Her mound was lightly-downed, and 
I could see the pink lips of her pussy with a very long 
clit peeking out. "Why don't you sit down here by me," 
I said, taking control of the situation.

She sat, and I leaned over and took one of her huge 
nipples between my lips. She clutched my head with one 
hand, and her other went back in between my thighs. We 
rocked together on the couch, moaning with pleasure at 
the feelings it was giving us. 

I looked over at the man, whose loincloth had fallen to 
the floor. Despite his age, he had one of the biggest 
erections I have ever seen. Still almost in a trance, I 
reached out and wrapped a hand around it. It was thick, 
and as hard as any cock I've ever held. My hand nestled 
in the soft white hairs at the base of his cock. I knew 
that I was going to suck this old man off, and the 
thought was exciting me.

"I will be very grateful for whatever you do," the man 
said. Serena had gotten off the couch and was kneeling 
between my wide-open thighs. Just as her mouth closed 
on my yearning pussy, I dipped my head toward the huge 
purpled head of the man's cock.

Then I woke up, my panties and the sheets drenched with 
my own fluids. Damn, I thought, I didn't want to wake 
up just yet.


 twenty one

(as recounted by Sharon)

I knew from talking with Linda that she had had a 
session with Hal. I decided that I wanted one too. 
Linda talked on and on about the size and length of his 
cock, and I remembered with a warming pleasure. I got 
his phone number from her, and she had a wicked gleam 
in her eye. "Are you sure I couldn't join you?" she 
asked. "With your husband it would make four."

"My husband's not going to be there. Or, hopefully, 
know anything about it. He's proud of his size, and 
he's been envious of Hal ever since he saw him at your 
house.. My husband couldn't stand it. But I want to 
fuck him. And I want us to be alone. I know you said 
you'd like to join us, but maybe another time?"

Linda laughed. "Sure, I understand. You have a 
reputation to maintain." Now I laughed. "Yes. A bad 
reputation, but fortunately I've kept the number of 
people who know about it at a minimum." Later that day, 
I called Hal. I reminded him who I was, and lied by 
saying it had been suggested that I call him. "It's 
nice to hear from you. But how did you get my number

"Linda gave it to me. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. What can I do for you?"

"I was hoping you'd invite me over."

"All right. When would you like to come?"

"How about today? I guess I sound overeager, but I'm 
not desperate. You just have something that's been on 
my mind."

"Okay. Come on over. Now?"

"Yes. Now." He gave me the address, and I headed right 
over there.

***

Hal let me in when I rang the bell. "Hi. I'm Sharon. I 
just called you." I smiled.

"That's very funny. I wouldn't be likely to forget 
you."

"You silver-tongued devil. At least I hope so." We went 
into the living room. "What would you like to do?" he 
asked.

"If you wouldn't mind, I'd like you to strip. That 
would put me at my ease. I'm always at my ease with a 
naked man in the room."

He laughed, and stripped off his shirt. He wasn't 
wearing any shoes or socks. He undid his pants and let 
them drop, and then slowly slid his shorts down over 
his enormous erection. I almost gasped. "It -- it's 
beautiful," I said softly. "It's even better than I 
remember."

"Ah, now who's the silver-tongued devil." and he 
winked. 

"Can I touch it?"

"Oh, I hope so." I moved over to him and took his huge 
tool in the palm of my hand. "It's so long, and so 
thick, and so ..." Words failed me.

"Does it frighten you?"

"A little." But I dropped to my knees, and pulled the 
head of it toward my mouth. I licked the purpled head, 
and pushed my tongue into the slit to lap up the drop 
of semen which was oozing out. "It tastes wonderful. 
Can we go into the bedroom?" He nodded. He led me down 
the hall, 
and into the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed. 
"Now let me see you," he said, and I quickly stripped. 
"You do have a beautiful body. Are you still married?" 
he asked.

"Is that a proposal?" I laughed. "No-o-o" he said. "I 
was just wondering whether or not to continue to envy 
your husband."

"He'd be envying you if he knew I was looking at that." 
I pointed at his cock, and then knelt by the bed and 
took as much of it into my mouth as I could. I started 
moving my head up and down, and he made wonderful 
noises as I kept at it. I flared my nostrils, and did 
my best to breathe out on the upstroke, actually taking 
quite a lot of it. I could feel the huge head in the 
back of my throat, and I realized how much I enjoyed 
doing this for a man. Especially this man, who seemed 
nice in spite of seeming powerful.

"I'd like to fuck you now," Hal said, and lay back on 
the bed. I got up off the floor, and covered his body 
with mine; I reached down and caught the head of his 
cock and guided it toward the opening between my legs. 
It slid in partway, because I was very wet with 
anticipation and desire. "Don't worry about hurting 
me," I said. "Fuck me. Fuck me good. If it gets to be 
too much, I'll bite you on the shoulder or something."

He started in with a slow, undulating motion, and I 
could feel his cock sliding deeper and deeper inside me 
with every gentle thrust. "Do it hard," I breathed, 
"Fuck me hard. I want to feel the whole thing inside 
me." And he rammed up into me until I thought I would 
see stars. He continued for four minutes, and then I 
felt an incredible climax moving down from my breasts, 
into my belly, and on into my pussy. 

"Oh, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, do it, do it, don't stop," 
I whimpered, as I felt my pussy-juices drenching the 
huge thing. I came three times, with each of three 
thrusts he made inside me, and then I felt my womb 
filled with his cum. He threw his arms out on either 
side of him, and said "Thank you. Thank you very much." 
I reached under his cock and squeezed his balls, and 
then I kissed him on the mouth. "It was great," I said. 

I got up and went into the bathroom and washed. I was 
pretty sore, but the afterglow of my orgasm was 
wonderful, and I knew that I would want more of this in 
the days ahead. I returned to the bedroom, and started 
putting on my clothes.

"Do you have to go?" he said, pretending to sound down-
hearted.

"Yes. That's the way I am; I use a man and then just 
run off." I smiled. "The truth is, I have to to go away 
and recover."

"Ohhh," he said. "It was too much for you."

"No, it wasn't. In fact, I'll do it again any time you 
want. I'm just a little tender; you are so big, and you 
came at me pretty good. There is just one thing. Since 
you and I have done this, and we both know Linda and 
Robert, there might be a time when my husband is with 
me at their house. I have to ask you not to say or do 
anything that would raise his suspicions. I just don't 
want to hurt him."

"I understand. I'll never betray the fact that I've 
been inside you and enjoyed your body without him being 
there to watch."

"Very funny. I'm going to count on you for this."

"You can. And I hope to see you again. Soon?"

"Pretty soon." And we kissed, and I left.

 twenty two

(as recounted by Marta)

Mary Ann and I hadn't done anything for about three 
days, possibly because we were a little embarrassed at 
what we had discovered about each other. I wasn't sorry 
for what had happened, but perhaps she was. My visit 
was half-over, and I was beginning to think that the 
session with Ron was going to be our only experience 
together.

One night, though, she came into the living room after 
showering, wearing a big terrycloth robe. She walked up 
to me, sitting on the couch, and asked "Are we ever 
going to do anything else?"

"Oh, I thought you were holding back," I said. "I've 
been more than game ever since."

"Aren't we silly? We might have let the whole time pass 
and never said anything. I enjoyed seeing your body, 
and I really enjoyed licking you."

I could feel myself getting hot. "But I didn't get the 
chance to do you. Could I now?"

"If you're sure you want to, I'm sure I want you to," 
she said, and opened her robe. I looked at her well-
formed breasts, and then down at the mass of hair 
covering her mound. "As I said, I've never done it 
before. But then neither had you. Let me."

Mary Ann thrust her hips forward, and parted the lips 
of her pussy with her fingertips. I stared at her 
clitoris, swollen and inviting, and then I leaned 
forward and began licking it. Mary Ann put her arms 
around my head and pressed my face against her 
genitals; my tongue, of its own accord, slipped inside 
her pussy. I made it as firm as possible, and began 
fucking her with my mouth. She clutched my head even 
harder, and moaned. "Oh, Marta, it feels so good. Let's 
go into the bedroom."

We raced down the hall, and she tossed the robe onto a 
chair. I looked at every inch of her really nice body, 
noticing the swell of her buttocks and the way her 
belly joined with her legs where the hair covered her 
mound. "Get undressed," she said hoarsely.

I did, and we got into bed. We used our hands and our 
mouths on each other, and I felt a climax building in 
me unlike any I'd ever known. "I still haven't eaten 
you," I said softly. 

"But I want to do you too. We'll both do it; that way 
I'll still be one ahead. You can owe me."

She came over my body, pushing her face between my 
thighs. At the same time, she lowered herself toward my 
face, and I resumed tonguing her as I had been doing in 
the living room. I licked all around the inside of her 
pussy, pushing my thumbs in on each side to widen it so 
that I could go deeper. In the meantime, Mary Ann was 
just brushing her lips along the inside of my thighs, 
moving closer and closer with each sweep until her 
mouth was just over my pussy. 

I could feel her warm breath on my clit, and then I 
felt her tongue going inside me. We bucked against each 
other, trying our best to get inside one another with 
our mouths. No matter how long I live, I will remember 
tonight as one of the most delicious nights of my life. 
All thought of what we were had left my head; we 
weren't sisters, we were two females giving each other 
the kind of pleasure that is unique to females. And I 
felt no guilt at all. I hoped that Mary Ann didn't 
either.

We came just seconds apart. Long shuddering waves 
rolled through me, and from the way that her body 
responded, I knew that Mary Ann was experiencing the 
same thing. We lay in the same position for a long time 
afterward, licking and lapping the juices from each 
other's gushing slits, enjoying the afterglow.

I got up in a few minutes and turned out the lights. I 
got back into bed, and Mary Ann was lying on her 
stomach. She had a beautiful smile on her face. I could 
see her body by the light coming in from outside, and I 
looked longingly at the luscious curve of her buttocks. 

I wondered if any man had ever been there. Or any 
woman, for that matter. I decided that if they hadn't I 
would be the first. I got in between her legs, and 
lowered my face to the crack in her rear end. I gently 
parted the cheeks, and buried my tongue in her before I 
had time to talk myself out of it. 

"Marta! My God, I had no idea ..."

She must have approved, because she came up on her 
knees and pushed herself back against my tongue. I 
reached under her to stroke her pussy, but her hand was 
already there, the middle finger probing deep inside 
her. I moved my hand down to my own groin, and began 
fingering my clit. I licked her for five minutes, and 
she had another climax. I didn't, but it gave me great 
pleasure to be able to cause her to cum twice in an 
hour. We lay in each other's arms, with Mary Ann 
murmuring that she owed me... She was asleep before she 
could finish.

I awoke the next morning when she went between my legs 
and started licking my pussy. I was instantly aroused, 
and had an orgasm in less than a minute. Now I knew 
that my visit was going to be fun right up to the end.

 twenty three

(as recounted by Greg's mom)

My wonderful time with Greg has reawakened me, and I 
find myself being lustful in all kinds of ways. What my 
son and I did was sinful, but I had no real regrets; he 
seems mature enough to handle it. Now I can get off 
just remembering the shape, size, and smell of his 
delicious young cock. I think of it going into my 
mouth, and sucking it until it spurts in my mouth and 
the semen runs down my throat.

Greg is sweet, but he is a young boy. When I'm 
daydreaming about his cock, it morphs into the cocks of 
older men, both ones I've known and ones I haven't. His 
dad, and one or two boyfriends, are pushing into my 
mind; a man at work, who I know is married; and my 
neighbor up the street, who I've seen in skimpy shorts 
and no shirt and who has a lovely body for a man in his 
late forties. 

And my minister. Now I was becoming ridiculous. I go to 
church rarely, but when I do it's mostly to look at 
him. He's obscenely handsome, about 40, and tall and 
slim. He's also single. 

But he's also a minister. Aside from the evil of 
thinking about a minister, there's the problem of his 
probable reluctance to do anything with me. Or with any 
woman in the congregation. Or with any woman, for all I 
know; maybe he's gay. He is an Episcopalian, after all. 
I giggled at the thoughts I was having, but realized 
that I was getting very hot just thinking about him. 
What would be the harm in inviting him over for coffee 
some morning?

***

On Sunday, I dressed in my best and went to church. 
After, I held back near the door as he said goodbye to 
other members of the church. When there were only a few 
people left, I walked up and hovered next to him, 
finally moving forward to shake his hand. "Very nice, 
Reverend Michaels," I said. "Very inspiring." I held 
onto his hand a moment longer than was necessary, and 
he looked at me quizzically.

"Reverend, I need to talk with you. I wonder if you 
could come for coffee one day this week."

There were still one or two people about, and he had 
the wit not to ask me about any problem I might have 
when someone might overhear. And the fact that I was 
asking him openly when others could hear made it all 
seem very legitimate. "I'd be glad to. Is tomorrow all 
right?"

At least he was interested. Interested in counseling 
me, of course, but interested. "That would be 
wonderful. About 10?" He agreed, and I scribbled my 
address for him. I walked to my car singing in my 
heart. There was very little chance anything would 
happen, but if he was in my house there was that 
chance.

The next morning, he was there exactly at 10. "Very 
punctual," I said. "Come in." He came into the living 
room, where I had the coffee tray all ready. The pot 
was sitting on a warmer. We sat down. He was dressed in 
slacks and a sport shirt, not his clerical garb. I was 
dressed in a sweater which was just short of being too 
tight, and slacks. I also had on slippers, and as soon 
as he sat down, I asked him if he'd mind if I took them 
off. He didn't mind.

We talked of the weather, and church doings, and other 
small talk; then he said "Why did you want to see me?" 
I looked at him as directly as possible, and said 
"Reverend Michaels, I have been a widow for five years. 
And in that time I have had no relations with a man. 
But I'm a healthy woman with healthy appetites, and I 
need to have a relationship. Can you help me?"

"Do you mean introduce you to a man in the 
congregation? There are only one or two, and I don't 
know enough about them to do that. They might not be 
right for you."

"I understand. One of them would be right if he was -- 
like you." I watched him blush. "That's very 
complimentary. Do you see good qualities in me?"

"Oh, yes. All the good qualities. You're a nice man, 
and very handsome, and you have a warm
grasp when we shake hands."

"Ah. You're sure I'm a nice man. But what if I wasn't?"

"That would be a disappointment. Do you mean -- what? 
Cruel, or dishonest, or something?"

"No, I'm honest. And I'm not cruel. But I have certain 
appetites too, and they may not be as healthy as yours. 
I hope that I'm not shocking you."

"No, but you are being mysterious. Which appetites are 
unhealthy?"

He paused, but determined to go on. "The fact that I 
get involved with women outside marriage, when I'm a 
minister. The things I like to do. The things I like to 
have done to me. There, I've bared my soul to you. As 
we ministers always say, we are all sinners." He 
smiled. "I just don't get as much opportunity to sin as 
I might like." He looked deep into my eyes. "You 
understand I am taking a big chance talking this way. 
You could make real trouble for me."

"So -- what things do you like to do," I asked, and he 
was instantly at ease. "I like to do everything with a 
woman's body that she'll let me do. And I like anything 
she'll do to me."

My heart was pounding, and the blood was coursing 
through my body to gorge my genitals. I was short of 
breath. "Reverend, that sounds very exciting. I'd like 
you and I to do things together."

"All right. But you'd better stop calling me Reverend. 
It might put a crimp in what one of us or both of us 
want to do. My first name is Frank."

"I knew that. And my first name is Brenda. Why don't 
you come and sit here on the couch?" He moved next to 
me, and we embraced. He kissed me for a long time on 
the lips, and said "This is very exciting, Brenda. I 
told you that I get involved with women, but it has 
been a while. I hope I can please you."

"Oh my, I hope so too," I said, and we both laughed. 
"I'm going into the bedroom and get undressed. Would 
you do that out here, and come in naked?"

"I'd like that," he said. I jumped up and hurried down 
the hall. In my bedroom, I stripped completely, and 
stood by the bed. In a moment he appeared in the 
doorway, totally nude, with the full erection of a 
grown man. It was so beautiful, and as he moved in to 
stand next to me, I covered it with my hand. The warmth 
was wonderful, and I closed my fingers around the 
thickness of one of the best cocks I'd ever seen. He 
leaned in and kissed me again, long and lovingly. "Now 
what are those things you like to do?" I said softly.

He pushed me gently toward the bed until my legs 
touched, and then he lowered my body onto the bed. I 
spread my legs, keeping them up and hooking my feet on 
the edge. Frank knelt down and placed his hands on my 
feet; he looked at my groin for a moment, and then 
moved his mouth on to my pussy. I was wet with 
anticipation, and the touch of his tongue on my pussy-
lips was almost too much. 

He pushed his face farther in between my thighs, which 
I spread as wide-open as I could; he caught my clit in 
his lips, and began sucking it. I put my hands on his 
head, pulled him even further into me, and rocked from 
side to side with the ecstatic feeling his mouth was 
giving me. "Oh, Frank," I said, "this is so good. You 
are so good. I-I'm going to cum if you don't stop."

But he didn't stop. He tongued and licked me to an 
incredible orgasm, cradling the globes of my ass in his 
hands. I lowered my legs in complete collapse, and 
Frank continued to lick my pussy out. I motioned for 
him to come onto the bed, and he lay down beside me; I 
reversed my position and lay across his body, taking 
his throbbing cock into my mouth. Then I moved between 
his legs, and began licking down the shaft. 

I took first one ball and then the other into my mouth, 
sucking on each. He put his feet on the bed and lifted 
himself; I understood at once and, holding on to his 
cock with one hand, I moved my tongue into his ass. I 
began licking upward, over the sensitive spot just 
behind his scrotum, and licked on up to do each of his 
balls. My hand stroked his large cock in a slow 
movement that had him groaning and squirming, and then 
he shot semen all over his belly. 

I quickly moved up to lick it all off, and then lowered 
my mouth on to the dripping head of his cock to suck 
every last drop out. He lay as if in a trance, and then 
said "that was unbelievably good. I think I'm in love." 
I laughed, and said "I know what you're in love with -- 
it's sex, and I think that that's wonderful."

We slept for an hour, and I awoke to find him between 
my legs, fitting the purpled head of his cock into my 
pussy. He entered me, and quickly fucked me to a 
climax. We dressed, and went back to the living room to 
drink our coffee.

When he left, we promised to get together again soon, 
and I'm sure that we will.

 twenty four

(as recounted by Frank)

Going to bed with Brenda freed me in a sense. I have 
had relations with other women since I became a 
minister, but not for several years. There was always 
the sense that it was wrong, and the opportunities are 
not as plentiful as someone might think. It's a big 
hurdle to get over, the conversation leading to sexual 
activity, and in my position the woman has to take the 
lead.

Brenda had done that, and reawakened my libido. I 
experienced very little of the guilt I had felt in 
earlier dalliances, and I realized that, in addition to 
seeing Brenda again, I was going to be alert to other 
possibilities. I love women, and I love their bodies, 
and I love doing things 
with them.

A week after my encounter with Brenda, two women made 
an appointment with me. One was a member of the 
congregation, and the other was her sister. The 
congregation member, Donna, had come up to me after 
church and requested counseling; she said her sister, 
whose name was Nan, had recently moved to town and was 
troubled by something. Donna didn't know exactly what 
it was, and had recommended therapy, but her sister was 
opposed to that. Donna had thought of me as a 
compromise, and Nan had agreed.

On Tuesday morning, my housekeeper ushered them into my 
office, and they sat across the desk from me. Donna was 
handsome in an angular, athletic way, but her sister 
was a ravishing beauty. She had long blond hair, 
falling to her shoulders, and blue, deep-set eyes which 
looked directly at me. Through me, actually; they were 
very piercing. Donna was in her early thirties, and Nan 
looked a year or two younger.

"Reverend Michaels," Donna began, "my sister has a 
problem she might like to talk with you about."

"What is it, Nan?" I asked, giving her my best 
baritone. She looked at the floor, and didn't speak for 
a moment.

"Reverend, I need to talk with you alone, if Donna 
doesn't mind." I looked toward Donna, who looked 
surprised; but she recovered quickly. "No, I don't 
mind. I'll just go out and sit in the church if that's 
all right, Reverend."

"That would be fine, Donna." She got up and left, and I 
turned my attention to this lovely woman. "What is it 
that's troubling you, young lady?"

"I can't believe that I'm going to talk with you about 
this when we just met. But Donna says you're a good 
man, so I guess I will. I just moved here, and I'm 
staying with Donna. Years ago, when we were teenagers, 
I had a big crush on her. And now that I'm living here, 
I realize that it hasn't gone away."

"Well, crushes on siblings are very normal. For it to 
continue until now is a little unusual," I said.

"I don't mean the usual kind of crush. I mean -- sexual 
lust, a desire to make love to her." I felt the 
erection rising under the desk. "That is too bad. 
You'll have to try to put that away from you. I doubt 
that your sister would be pleased to know about it."

"Well, I've almost talked about it with her once or 
twice, and she hasn't seemed too upset. And we touch a 
lot, more than normal." "Let me ask you -- have you had 
relations with men?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, several. And they've been fine. And no, to 
anticipate your next question, I haven't had relations 
with any women. It's just my sister. I know it's wrong, 
but I want her so much."

"Nan, I'm going to say something you might find unusual 
coming from someone like me. It would only be wrong if 
you forced yourself on your sister, or frightened her 
in some way. If you were to ever speak to her, and she 
wasn't unwilling, then I don't believe that it is 
wrong."

"Oh. That is unusual. I never expected to hear that 
from a minister. Donna said she believed that you 
weren't old-fashioned, and she's right."

I chuckled to myself at that; if this woman knew just 
how un-old-fashioned I was, she'd run from the office. 
"Let me try to help you in this matter. Would you like 
me to talk to Donna?" 

"About what I told you? I-I don't know... what would 
you say?"

"I'm not exactly sure. But I'd probably start asking 
her about her relationship with you and her feelings 
toward you. It might give me a lead on how to proceed. 
If I don't see an obvious opening, I won't mention what 
you've told me."

"All right. Shall I go and get her?"

"Yes, but send her in alone, I think."

"Yes, that would be best." She got up to leave, and I 
looked longingly at her hips and her ass and her good 
legs as she walked out of the office. Shame on me for 
the wonderful boner I had. 

Donna walked in and sat down. "Were you able to help 
her?"

"I was able to discover the problem. I'm not sure of a 
solution."

"What's the problem -- if you can tell me."

"Oh, yes, she wants me to talk with you about it. But 
you have to understand that it's a little unusual."

"Is she ill? Is it a disease?"

I smiled. "No, although it is a problem with her heart. 
She feels desire for someone, and doesn't know what to 
do about it."

"Someone she's met here? She's only been here for a few 
weeks. Or is it someone back home?"

"In a manner of speaking. It's someone she's known a 
long time."

"Migosh! I don't remember any men she cared about that 
much. She'd only date a guy for a little while; nothing 
long-range. I wonder who it could be?"

I looked at her for long time. "What if it wasn't a 
man?" I asked.

"Ohmygod! A woman! Not my sister! She's gone with lots 
of guys, and I think she's been to bed with some of 
them."

"You're right. And she's never been to bed with a 
woman. It's just that there is one female that she has 
a feeling for."

"A woman. I can't believe it. And you say she's 
known... her a long time?"

"All her life, Donna." I sat looking at her, watching 
it dawn on her, watching the knowledge sweeping over 
her.

"No, you can't be right. Not that."

"It's what she told me. Are you revolted?"

"No, no. I love her, she's my sister. I don't know what 
I'm going to do."

"What does hearing this make you want to do? Make you 
think about? Because there's nothing wrong with what 
she feels, and there would be nothing wrong if you felt 
the same way." She stared at me, her mouth hanging 
open.

"I can't believe I'm hearing you. Nothing wrong? It 
would be a sin! You should be telling me that, rather 
than me telling you."

"No, Donna, it would only be a sin if one or the other 
of you was unwilling. And if you are unwilling, then 
nothing will happen; so there isn't any sin."

She pondered what I was saying. "I knew you were an 
unusual kind of minister, but I had no idea you were 
this -- modern."

"I like to think of it as 'enlightened.' Sounds 
better." I smiled, and, to my surprise, so did she. 

"Since she's opened up to you, I'll try to do the same. 
I have had feelings for her too, going way back to high 
school. Then, I didn't recognize them as sexual 
feelings, but since she's been staying with me I know 
that that's what it is. When we touch, I nearly melt, 
and I become aroused. But I didn't say anything to her 
because I thought it was just my weirdness. This is 
amazing."

"Donna, I'm going to call her back in. I'll leave if 
you want, but the two of you have to talk. You have 
been avoiding something that can be a source of real 
pleasure and real happiness for both of you." I got up, 
and was able to because my sincere counseling had 
caused my erection to go down. I walked into the main 
church and sat down next to Nan.

She looked at me with yearning eyes. "Nan, I've spoken 
with your sister, and told her of your feelings. The 
opening was there to do that. She's not offended, and 
the two of you have to work it out. Come back into the 
office."

She walked in ahead of me, and Donna stood up. "Little 
sister," she said, and took Nan in her arms. Nan 
wrapped her arms around Donna, and they hugged for a 
long time. "Kiss her, Donna, if you want to," I said 
softly. And Donna placed her lips on her sister's mouth 
and kissed her lovingly. Nan responded, and they kept 
kissing for several seconds. I could feel my cock 
starting to stir again.

"You two should go. You have a lot to work out, a lot 
to talk about." I walked over and patted each of them 
on the shoulder. "Remember, as long as two people want 
something, it is not wrong. This is your minister 
speaking!"

They looked at me with wet eyes, and all I could think 
of is how much I'd like to be with them in 
the next few hours. Just watching, or better yet 
participating. Ah, well.

They thanked me profusely. "See you Sunday," I said 
brightly, and they both nodded as they left.

I sat there staring into space. My housekeeper came in 
from the back of the office. She walked over to my 
chair, and put her hand on my shoulder. "I hope you're 
not offended, but I listened to most of that. I think 
you gave them good advice, and not many ministers would 
have."

I looked at her. She was running her tongue along her 
upper lip, and she seemed -- excited. "Mrs. Simmons, 
that's a nice endorsement. I'm pleased that you 
approve." Her hand remained on my shoulder. 

"I especially liked the part about there being nothing 
wrong as long as both were willing. Is that true in all 
cases?" I studied her face, and knew where this was 
going. I felt my erection coming back full strength, 
and it surprised me because Mrs. Simmons was at least 
ten years older than me. 

"I believe it is," I said.

"And -- and are you willing? Because I know I am." I 
closed my eyes and placed my hand over hers resting on 
my shoulder. "Yes, Mrs. Simmons, I am."

To my surprise, she knelt on the floor and reached over 
and unzipped my fly. Her hand went in and expertly 
fished my hardened cock out; she looked down at it, and 
then her mouth encircled and engulfed it. I quickly 
began fucking up into her mouth, and I came in just a 
minute. She stood up, wiping the cum from her chin. 
"Let's go into my quarters, Mrs. Simmons," I said 
huskily. "I owe you something."

In my room, she stripped and laid back on my bed. I 
went down on her, and licked her out until she screamed 
with delight and climaxed. "Thank you," she whispered. 
"Thank you so much. I know I'm not young like those two 
women, so you were very generous."

"I was just returning your generosity. And those two 
women were scarcely available to me. To my amazement, 
you were."

"I'm available whenever you say, sir." She smiled 
prettily as she left my room, and I made a mental note 
to learn her first name as soon as possible.

 twenty five

(as recounted by Donna)

Nan and I didn't talk in the car going home. The events 
which had just taken place had stunned 
us both, I think. When we reached home, she went 
straight to her room and closed the door. I sat in the 
living room, nursing a drink, and tried to think what 
to do next.

Nan had no experience with women, but I did, and she 
didn't know that. I have loved women all my life, and 
have had sex with several; I prefer the things women 
do, although I have been with men too. I had never 
thought about Nan in that way, because she was my 
sister, but now I began to imagine what might take 
place between us. 

She has a beautiful body, although I haven't seen it 
since high school; but she has stayed in shape, as I 
have. I tried to imagine us in bed, doing things for 
each other, but I was having trouble. Still, I started 
to fantasize about what she might want to do, and I was 
becoming very aroused. My hand went inside my slacks, 
and I started fingering myself.

I closed my eyes and sat back to enjoy the climax I 
knew would come. I played with my clit, and let one 
finger slip inside the folds of my pussy, massaging 
gently in and out. The lust was rising in me, and I was 
seconds away from an orgasm. "Could I help you with 
that?" Nan asked.

I opened my eyes, and she was standing there in only a 
bra and panties, looking as luscious as I imagined. 
"Oh, yes, please. Come over here, and please put your 
hand in my panties." I removed my hand, and she slipped 
hers in under the elastic band. She quickly found my 
clit, and began stroking it. My climax was still near, 
but I held back in order to enjoy this for a while.

"Nan, this is incredible. Are you sure that you want 
to... ?"

"I'm very sure. I might have tried something sooner or 
later, but Reverend Michaels caused me to feel that 
there was nothing wrong with this sort of thing and I 
want to do it now. Could you come down to my room? I'd 
like to be in bed with you." 

I nodded, and she removed her hand. We moved down the 
hall and I stripped off my top as I walked, and 
unhooked my bra; when we got to Nan's bedroom, I 
quickly removed my slacks and stepped out of my 
panties. "You have a beautiful body," Nan said. She 
removed her bra and slipped her panties down her 
thighs, letting them drop to the floor. "Can -- can I 
put my mouth on you?" she asked shyly.

"Yes. Oh, yes, darling, I want you to." I lay down on 
the bed, and motioned her to come between my legs. "You 
haven't done this before?" She shook her head. "But a 
man has done it for you?" She nodded. "Then just do to 
me what he did to you." And I closed my eyes and 
immediately felt her breath on my pussy. She began 
kissing it, and I reached down to pull the lips apart. 
Her tongue slid inside, and I moaned with the ecstatic 
pleasure I was experiencing. 

She licked me over and over, and her hands roamed over 
my belly and breasts. Then she moved them down to my 
thighs, and began stroking with her fingertips. I felt 
the frisson that comes with that, a feeling I had been 
able to give myself many times. The climax was building 
up in my body so fiercely that I knew I couldn't hold 
back, and I came in a spouting, gouting gush which 
covered Nan's face and filled her mouth.

"Mmmm," she said. "That tastes as good as I thought it 
would." I lay insensate for a moment, 
and then said "Come up on my face, darling, I want to 
do you." She awkwardly placed her legs on each side of 
my head, and then lowered her groin onto my waiting 
tongue. I went as far into her as I could, and she 
stiffened with the sensation. "Oh, oh, oh, oh. Donna, 
I'm in heaven." 

It only took a minute before her pussy began flooding 
my mouth with her fluids. She had spasm after spasm, 
and she clutched my head in both her hands and pulled 
me up into her. "Ahhhhh," she moaned. "I've never felt 
like this before."

"I'll bet you tell that to all the girls," I joked, as 
she moved her leg and got off me. She smiled. "I had no 
idea. It's -- it's different than when a man does it."

"I know. I think it's because, when you're with a man, 
you know he's going to be penetrating you and causing 
you to cum that way. With a woman, this is all there 
is, so you let yourself go."

"You sound -- very experienced," she said, looking at 
me closely.

"I won't lie to you. I've done this before. But I never 
had anyone do it for me better, and I never gave anyone 
the pleasure I just gave you. From the sounds you 
made," and we laughed. 

"This was wonderful. I owe Reverend Michaels a lot. Did 
you get the impression that he would have like to have 
been here if this happened?"

"I sure did. He's an unusual man, and besides, he's 
sexy as hell," I said.

"Yeah, isn't he. Well, you'll just have to make do with 
me," and she smiled. I went down on her again, and 
licked her clean. She didn't climax, but she made 
wonderful sounds and I knew that she enjoyed it.

 twenty six

(as recounted by Nan)

I woke up the next morning with a wonderful sense of 
ease and fulfillment. I considered myself very lucky 
that, almost at the first moment I knew how much I 
wanted my sister, we got involved. I was humming as I 
got ready for work, walked in and kissed Donna goodbye, 
and drove to the TV station.

I had gotten the job as soon as I got to town, and I 
was enjoying it very much. I was assistant to the 
station's main news talent, Ginger Smith. I was 
learning something about interviewing techniques, and 
her cameraman, Ron, was teaching me about the 
equipment. The two of them had worked together for 
awhile, and did it well. They also seemed to have a 
thing for each other, with a lot of private smiles and 
touching of hands. I thought it was sweet.

When I got into our little office, there was no one 
there. I walked down the hall to the tech room, and 
walked in. There sat Ron, a surprised look on his face, 
and there was Ginger kneeling in front of him with her 
mouth on his cock. "Oh, Nan, you aren't supposed to 
know about this," Ron said. Ginger got to her feet, 
looking upset.

"You should knock before you come into a room," she 
said.

"I'm so sorry," I said. She seemed more angry than 
embarrassed. "Have I made you mad?"

"Yes, yes you have. He was just about to cum, and I was 
enjoying it. Ron, aren't you mad?"

"No, just frustrated." He was grinning, and made no 
attempt to cover up his large erection. "And why did 
you stop?" he asked Ginger. "I doubt that we were doing 
anything Nan hasn't seen before. Or done." He grinned 
lewdly.

"Y-yes," I said. "Don't let me interrupt you any 
longer. Go back to what you were doing, Ginger, and 
I'll be in the office when you're done." I turned to 
go.

"No, Nan, don't go," Ron said. "It would really turn me 
on if you watch. And Ginger has had people watch her 
before, haven't you sweetheart." Ginger smiled, and 
told me to lock the door; she went down on her knees 
and resumed sucking Ron off. What a town this was!

I had only gone down on a man two or three times, and I 
took a clinical interest in watching. She put the 
entire shaft in her mouth, and moved up with her lips, 
opened her mouth wide, and plunged down again to bring 
her lips together at the base of Ron's cock. He moved 
his head, looking at her going down on him and then 
looking across to see how I was reacting. 

I was getting very excited, and I could feel fluid 
seeping out of my pussy. Ron suddenly clutched Ginger's 
head, and I could see sperm coming out of the side of 
her mouth as he climaxed. "Ahhh," he said, and rolled 
his head back. "Ahhh," she said, and stood up. She had 
swallowed most of it, something I've never done.

"Well, now you know our secret," Ginger said. "I hope 
you are discreet."

"Sure. What people do is none of my business." Ron was 
looking at me in an odd way. "Do you think," he asked 
me, "that you might like to participate in this 
sometime?" He was really looking at me lewdly now.

"I-I might," I said, knowing that I really would. Ron 
undoubtedly was imagining me doing what Ginger had 
done, and I might do that; but I was thinking how much 
I would enjoy looking at Ginger's naked body and doing 
things to it.

"Have you had any experience with... groups?" Ginger 
asked.

"Groups? Group sex?"

"Yes. Several men and several women doing everything to 
each other."

"No, I never have. Never had the opportunity," I 
smiled.

"Well, you might have the opportunity now. What do you 
think, Ron? Shall we take her with us the next time we 
go to Terri's?"

He grinned broadly. "You bet. But we don't know... what 
interests you, what you're like. Why don't you come 
over to my place tonight, and we'll give you an 
audition." He had finally covered up his beautiful 
cock, which had become very limp. He stood up, and I 
unlocked the door; we walked down the hall to our 
office. "What's the address?" I asked, my heart pumping 
very fast.

***

At 6:30 I rang Ron's doorbell, and Ginger answered the 
door. "Come on in," she said, and preceded me into the 
living room. Ron wasn't there.

"Is Ron home?" I asked. For a moment, I hoped that he 
wasn't. "Yes, of course. He's in the bedroom. He's 
waiting for us, whenever we're ready.

"Waiting for us?"

"Yes. When we're ready to go in, he'll be there. I just 
thought that you and I might want to get better 
acquainted." She walked around behind the couch, and 
put her hands down over my breasts. I closed my eyes, 
enjoying the feel of a woman's hands. "Or maybe this 
isn't your cup of tea?" she whispered in my ear.

"Yes. Yes it is. I like this a lot. I want you to touch 
me, touch me -- everywhere." She straightened up, and I 
could hear the sound of clothes coming off. "Why don't 
you get undressed?" she asked huskily. I began removing 
my clothes, and soon was sitting nude. Ginger's hands 
returned to my breasts, rubbing the palms over my erect 
nipples. Then one hand came to my chin, and she turned 
my face toward her; she pushed her tongue into my mouth 
and began kissing me. It was very exciting.

"Lie down," she ordered, and I stretched out on the 
couch. She came around it, and lifted my left leg, 
putting her head in between my thighs; she began gently 
kissing my pussy, and I could feel the juices rising in 
me. "Ohhh, that is so nice," I moaned. "Please, put 
your tongue in me."

She began licking my clit, and I spread my legs wide to 
give her plenty of room to get at me. The feel of her 
tongue in my slit was heavenly, and in just a couple of 
minutes I had a wonderful climax. She lay there licking 
up the fluid running out of me, making little 
whimpering noises as she did it.

"I want to do you," I said softly.

"In a while. Right now we're going in to see Ron."

We walked naked down the hall to the bedroom, and 
Ginger opened the door. There on the bed, both of his 
wrists and both of his ankles tied, was Ron, naked and 
with a tall erection. "He's been a bad boy, and so I 
have to punish him," Ginger said.

"How do you punish him?" I asked, going along with the 
game.

"I usually try to suck his cock off. But I thought you 
might want to do that today."

"I-I might. I just might," I said, and moved toward the 
bed. I sat down on the edge.

"Go ahead. Take hold of it," Ginger said, and Ron 
whimpered, "No, no, don't, I don't want you to. You'll 
hurt me."

"Now, Ron, I won't hurt you. It's just a woman's hand 
after all. How much strength can there be in it?" And I 
reached over and clasped his hardness, and I enjoyed 
the warmth of it in my hand.

"Shall I stroke it?" I asked, still playing the game. 
"Have you been that bad?"

"Oh, I have been that bad. If you have to stroke it, do 
it." He was raising his hips and lowering them, 
practically stroking himself. I began moving my hand up 
and down the shaft, marveling at how purple the head 
had become. "You have a very nice cock," I said softly. 
"I wonder what it tastes like. Have you been that bad?" 
I was leering down at him, enjoying the game immensely.

"Yes, yes, I have been that bad. I hate it, but you 
will have to suck it to punish me."

I moved over his long, large erection, and lowered my 
mouth onto the huge knob. "Mmmmn," I said, raising my 
head for a moment. "It tastes delicious. I could just 
eat the whole thing." And I resumed sucking on him, 
moving my head up and down rapidly. My hand started 
stroking his balls, and I could feel them swelling with 
the semen which would soon spurt into my mouth.

Ginger went up on the bed near Ron's head, and swung 
her leg over his face. She plopped her pussy onto his 
mouth, and said "you have also been this bad. I want 
you to eat me." He began stroking into her with his 
tongue, and her hands roamed over his chest and belly. 

"Ahhhh," he said, and shot a huge load of cum into my 
mouth. It gathered in the back, and began trickling 
down my throat; I swallowed the whole amount. Ginger 
was bouncing up and down on Ron's face, and I lay 
licking his cock. She came with a shout, and collapsed 
forward over his body. She joined me in licking his 
cock, and soon it was clean. It was still half-erect, 
and Ginger began sucking on it.

I got up and moved around the bed, mounting it just 
behind Ginger's ass. I parted her cheeks, and dipped my 
tongue in to touch the puckered button of her anus. She 
made a sound like an animal, and pushed her ass back 
toward my face. I slipped a finger into my slit, and 
fucked myself for a minute or so.

None of us had a climax, since it was too soon. But we 
each learned a lot about the other, about what we would 
do and have done to us. There didn't seem to be any 
limits. Later, at home, I lay on my bed and thought 
about the evening, becoming aroused all over again. 
Just then Donna slipped into the room, her eyes 
shining.

 twenty seven

(as recounted by Ginger)

On Saturday night, Ron and I were invited to Terrie's 
house for a weekend of fun and games. I asked if Nan 
could come along, and she asked if Donna could too; 
Robert and Linda quickly agreed. This was becoming 
quite a large group, since I understood that Mr. and 
Mrs. G, Hal, and a boy named Greg and his mother would 
also be there. The thought of new people excited me, 
just as I knew that Robert and Linda were excited by my 
including Donna and Nan. 

We showed up on time, having picked Nan and Donna up 
earlier. Donna seemed especially nervous, but it was 
obvious from what she was saying that Nan had talked to 
her about being at Ron's house and also had some idea 
of what lay ahead tonight and tomorrow. Donna hadn't 
refused to come along, so I assumed that she was at 
least curious.

When we got inside, there was a card on the table in 
the foyer which simply said 'undress.' Nan and Donna 
giggled, but joined Ron and I in stripping off all of 
our clothes. I studied Donna's body hungrily as it was 
exposed by her disrobing, and realized that I was 
constantly on the lookout for new people, new partners. 
I looked at Nan's body, too, but I had been there. Not 
that I wouldn't go there again, I thought, smiling to 
myself.

We walked into the living room, and found several 
people sitting there, all nude. We all introduced 
ourselves; I hadn't met Greg or his mother, who were 
sitting self-consciously looking at all the others. 

I noticed Greg's healthy erection, and wondered if his 
mother had ever enjoyed it. I decided that she had, 
since they were both sitting there. Mr. and Mrs. G. 
said hello, and Mr. G. motioned to Donna to come over 
to where he was sitting. "Go on, dear," I whispered. 
"In for a penny in for a pound." 

She walked over as if to sit down next to him, but Mr. 
G. put his arm around her waist and pulled her onto his 
lap. She squealed, but was silenced by his lips planted 
firmly on her mouth. He straightened her out in front 
of him, and we could see his cock peeking out between 
her legs; her hand came down to press the shaft along 
the edge of her pussy, and she began rubbing it in 
earnest. 

Sharon got up and walked over to them, kneeling in 
front and taking her husband's cock in her mouth. Mr. 
G.'s hands were around the front of Donna's body, 
brushing her breasts and belly. One hand dropped down 
behind his cock, and began fingering her. Sharon licked 
and sucked his knob.

I decided to break the ice with the new people, and 
knelt in front of Greg. I could see that he was just a 
youngster, but I knew that there must be a reason for 
him to have been invited here; I wrapped my lips around 
his cock, and held the base of it in one hand while I 
caressed his balls with the other. He moaned in 
pleasure and gratitude, and put his hand gently on the 
top of my head.

I looked up to see his mother watching intently, and 
her eyes were wet. One hand was between her legs, which 
were spreading wider as she fingered herself. Ron came 
and knelt between her legs, said "may I help?" and went 
down on her. She yelped with delight, and clutched his 
head in both her hands. 

Just then Robert came into the living room, and looked 
on the scene approvingly. "You must be Nan," he said to 
her. "Since all these people are busy, why don't you 
come with me to the den? There are some people there 
I'd like you to meet."

He took her hand and led her out of the room. I sucked 
on Greg as well as I knew how, feeling the coming surge 
out of his young, slim cock. His mother was climaxing 
on Ron's mouth, and Mr. G. came in Sharon's mouth at 
that moment. He continued to hold Donna, and, as his 
cock wilted downward out of the way, Sharon moved in 
closer and pushed her tongue into Donna's slit. 

Donna moaned, and pretended to struggle against Mr. 
G.'s arms, but it was obvious that she was eager to 
have Sharon eating her. In a moment she came, making a 
small mewling sound and collapsing back against Mr. G. 
Greg came in my mouth just then.

After a few minutes, I said "let's get into the den. I 
think that's the main arena for this little party." We 
hurried down the hall, and all seven of us went into 
the darkened room. As my eyes became adjusted to the 
dim light, I saw Nan strapped down on the big round 
couch, looking both frightened and excited. 

Linda was just kneeling between her legs, and then she 
thrust her tongue deep into Nan's pussy. Robert looked 
at all the new people in the room, and said, "Greg, and 
Mr. G., would you come over here?" They moved forward 
quickly, and he positioned them on either side of Nan. 
"Nan, dear, would you please put your hands around 
these?"

Nan reached up and clutched a cock in each hand, and 
began stroking them. Now Robert walked over and 
loosened the strap holding Nan to the couch. Linda got 
up and moved away. "Ron," he said, would you lie down?" 
Ron did, and Robert came around to lift Nan's shoulders 
over Ron's chest. "Get her hips will you, Ron?" Robert 
asked, and Ron humped Nan's lower body up onto him. 

"Now," Robert said, "penetrate her ass." And Ron spit 
on his hand, quickly smeared his spit on his cock, and 
began inserting it into Nan's rear end. She struggled 
and cried out, but Robert went up near her head and 
bent it back. He rammed his cock into her mouth, and 
her cries were quickly muffled. "Keep stroking these 
two men," Robert said. "This is a day you 
are never going to forget."

Suddenly Hal appeared from the shadows in the corner of 
the room and approached Nan's body lying on top of Ron. 
He was stroking his great, long cock, and then he 
inserted the huge head into Nan's pussy. He pushed it 
in about halfway, and we all marveled at the sight of 
Nan with a cock in her mouth, one in her ass, one 
almost in her pussy, and one in each hand. It was 
obvious that Robert had planned today very carefully.

Linda had joined those of us just watching, but she sat 
on a chair in the corner. Greg's mom went over to her, 
said "May I?" and sank to the floor. She snaked her 
tongue between Linda's wide pussy- lips, and began 
sucking and licking. "Ahhh," Linda moaned.

Sharon put her arm around my waist and pulled me toward 
a chair right next to where Linda was getting eaten 
out. I sat down, and she went inside the folds of my 
pussy with her long tongue. "Nice," I said, "that is so 
nice." I rocked on her mouth, moving my groin as far as 
I could toward it. It was heavenly.

Only Donna was unoccupied, and she walked over to Hal. 
She was almost in a trance at having seen the 
incredible size of his tool, and she reached out to 
clasp the part of it which wouldn't fit into her 
sister's pussy. She looked down at Nan almost with 
envy, and I decided that she wouldn't mind multiple 
cocks at some point this weekend..

Between his action inside Nan, and Donna's hand, Hal 
came with a great shudder. At the same moment, Ron 
flooded Nan's ass with his own load, and Robert came in 
her mouth. Greg and Mr. G. didn't cum, probably because 
her attention to the two erections in her hands had 
been flagging as she was pounded in her mouth, her 
pussy, and her ass.

I came on Sharon's face at that moment, and Greg's mom 
came right next to me. We all sat in a stupor for a 
moment, and then some of us slowly drifted back to the 
living room to partake of the buffet Robert and Linda 
had laid out for us. It was only later that I realized 
that Terri hadn't been there during this whole thing. I 
found out later she was over visiting two of her 
teachers for special tutoring.

I know that there will be other pairings and couplings 
this weekend, and many weekends to come. We were all 
willing, and able, and there was apparently no one who 
thought there was anything wrong with it. We had many 
years ahead of us, both with the friends we had and the 
friends we would meet in the future. Life was good.

End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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