An Almost Exciting Awakening......

Chapter 25:

Four New Lovers Share A Little Fun

Sunlight flooded the room. Even through my eyelids I could tell it was mighty bright, so I kept them closed. Gradually my mind got with it enough to piece together all the W’s. Where was I? What time is it? Who was in bed with me? When can I nail her again?

Choosing to lie still, I enjoyed the feel of Lynn’s fingertips drifting across my torso, face, and through my hair. When I finally opened my sleepy peepers, Lynn was gazing into them. I began to melt. Life was good.

The house seemed pretty quiet, so I gathered Beth and Jim weren’t up and about yet. Lynn bent to kiss me, her breath smelled soooo fresh. She must’ve just been to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Afraid about my breath now, I turned partially away, mumbling through pursed lips about needing to pee ever so badly. Scooting off the mattress, I said I’d be right back. Before I could get around the bed, Lynn was on her feet, arm extended, ready to hold my hand.

Taking my paw, Lynn led me to the bathroom grinning like a fool. Closing the door behind us, she turned, flashed a wicked grin, then informed me she planned to aim my gun while I peed.

Immediately I tried to object, feeling terribly shy about this proposed bit of business. Persistent, Lynn reminded me that I’d watched Beth pee. I countered that I hadn’t asked to aim her pussy at the bowl. Since I made her laugh, I hoped I’d won the argument.

I lost. Of course I lost. When a fox seriously intends to put her hand on your penis, how long would any guy resist? Suppose there was never a doubt Lynn was going to win, especially since the longer I didn’t give in, the worse I had to go. Running up an emotional white flag up my desperate pole, Lynn wrapped herself around my side becoming my ‘right hand’ girl.

As badly as I needed to tinkle, it was still tricky relaxing enough to let the flow go. It was almost as good as sex when the long held, warm urine finally began to trickle through me. My not so subtle groan of relief made Lynn giggle, which made her aim wiggle, which made me laugh, which made her giggling wiggling all the worse. Amazingly, I pretty much hit the water, but each near piss miss rekindled our tittering.

Since I had taken a leak around 3AM, I could tell Lynn was beginning to wonder when I’d ever stop. Trickle, trickle, trickle… trickle… trickle, drip… drip. At long last I finished, but warned her if she wanted to help a guy take a leak, she had to learn how to squeeze out the last drops then shake my cock. A number of giggles latter I was well shaken, and maybe a bit stirred.

I asked Lynn if she wanted to brush my teeth for me as well. Pinching my butt, Lynn turned to wiggle hers at me, then told me over her shoulder that I’d know where to find her if I was feeling sexy. My teeth got brushed, my face got washed, along with my dick and armpits. Ten seconds after my hair was combed, I was in Lynn’s bedroom again, maybe two minutes from the time she’d left the bathroom.

Flying back onto Lynn’s bed, I scooped her into my arms; we kissed and fondled each other for several minutes. Even though we were both fairly aroused, Lynn begged off going further so we could talk alone before Beth and Jim got up. We’d heard Beth let out a yelp, so it might be soon.

Lynn reminded me there were animals and morning chores to do. It wouldn’t take long, but farm animals don’t like their routines ignored. Twiddling my fingers, Lynn watched my eyes closely while she explained how they’d planned today to be 4P Fun Day.

Her voice took on more serious tone. “To follow the plan, I need to spend tonight with Jim. Beth wants very much to spend the night with you.”

I tried to act like ‘hey, no big deal’, but I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. Lynn saw through my brave front. She gave me a very deep, very loving, very special kiss.

Ending our kiss, Lynn moved so we were cheek to cheek. Every word was laden with affection when she spoke again.

“Larry, it’s too soon for us to pair off. We all four need to get to know each other. You won’t really get to know Beth if you and I are joined at the hip. I think it’s important for Jim and I to spend time together, especially now. Having sex is so much fun; it’s going to be a while before we really have any idea what we’re feeling. I think we have something wonderful here. Still, I worry that if we don’t share everything for long enough to know what we want, that someone will feel cheated or jealous, then we’ll lose it all.”

Digesting her thoughts, I grew quiet. After a few moments I took her hand, kissed her palm. Giving her hand a squeeze, I said “There’s a brain I greatly respect in your very pretty head.”

Giving me a look that made my dick twitch, Lynn demurred, “We’ll have a lot of fun today. And I promise I’ll give you something extra special before we say good night.”

I damned near fainted.

“Another thing to think about lover,” Lynn continued “If I know Beth, she’s already planning how to make your toes curl tonight.”

Falling on my back I groaned. Lynn giggled, all the while covering my face and neck with little kisses.

“Animals are hungry, so am I, let’s eat.” Standing, Lynn took a couple tiny steps towards the door, but waited until she knew I was looking her way. The instant my eyes locked onto her tush, she made her butt do a serious tick-tock sway as she actually walked out.

Shouting “Mongo want women!!” I ran after her. Lynn shrieked as she tried to escape my onrush. Beth screamed as she stepped into the hallway only to be run over by her sister. Lying in a heap on the hall floor, the naked girls were soon making each other laugh hysterically.

As he reached the doorway, Jim and I made eye contact. Moving a couple steps ahead, we shouted, “Last ones downstairs have to make breakfast.” We took off.

Sure, they called us little shits, and a few other names, but they constantly smiled as they served up toast, cereal, and juice. Foolishly I offered to give both girls a really big tip later. They promptly kept me humble.

“It’s not that big a tip is it Beth?”"

Nay, it OK, but I’m sure a girl could get a bigger tip somewhere."

I noticed Jim grinning. “What are you smiling about?” I mockingly threatened.

“Easy, pal. It’s not what you think. I was actually thinking about how much I like dining at a topless restaurant.”

To which I shot back “Oh, I don’t know. I’m sure a guy could find bigger teats somewhere.”

I successfully ducked one piece of toast; the other one caught me between the eyes.

Before I got killed, or literally found an egg or more jam on my face, I offered “But you’d never find better looking teats than here I’m sure.”

Apparently I redeemed myself. After whispering to each other, the girls stood up, announcing it was time for dessert. Beth moved beside me, Lynn got cozy with Jim. Beth ran her tongue down my throat, and joy of joys, her hand up my penis. Abruptly they switched; Lynn served me another order of the same. The moment we both had boners, Beth quipped “Well those animals are done, time to take care of the rest of the farm.” The girls left us dangling as they flew upstairs.

Jim and I slowly headed up the stairs after them. Already dressed, the girls intentionally rubbed by us on the landing. In passing, Lynn teased us with “The sooner the chores are done, the sooner we might be able to help you poor boys with your ’little’ problems.”

I reached the barn a minute ahead of Jim.

How arousing do you think it was looking at Beth and Lynn that morning? They had on T-shirts and jeans. I’d stare at Beth’s tush as she bent over, or Lynn’s braless breasts as they rolled around inside her shirt. I kept thinking to myself, “Wow, I know what she looks like naked. I know what her butt looks like under that material. I’ve seen and sucked on those breasts. My penis was inside her body not long ago.” Heady, heady stuff. I was lucky I didn’t hurt myself by being so totally distracted.

Chores got done quickly, in spite of me I suspected. Twice I’d walked into things that were hard to miss.

The girls held hands walking back to the house. Beth taunted us with “Anyone one willing to wash my back.” as she headed upstairs.

Once in the bathroom, I reached to remove my T-shirt. “Let me help you with that.” offered Beth. I leaned forward so she could pull my hay covered T over my head. Whoosh, it was gone.

Planting herself in front of me, she lifted her arms inviting me to bare her to the waist. Gladly I accepted the invitation to see her long nipples; up, off, and swish into the hamper flew her shirt.

Stepping towards me, Beth smiled as she undid my snap, then slowly pulled the zipper down. Pushing her bared breasts into my chest, Beth tauntingly slid her hands up my front all the way to my shoulders, over them, then all the way down my back onto my butt checks. She ran her hands around inside my pants until they fell to my knees. Keeping her palms on my cheeks, Beth slid her breasts down my front until my penis was in her cleavage.

Looking up so I couldn’t miss her intensely wicked grin, she squeezed her breasts around my stiffening penis. More or less keeping me there, she helped me step out of my pants. Never breaking eye contact, Beth dragged just her nipples over my front as she moved back to a standing position.

For my turn, I unsnapped, then unzipped her jeans. I followed her lead by slipping my hands into her pants under the waistband until I was cupping her smaller cheeks with my larger hands. This being my first chance to really explore her shapely, muscular butt, I spent a couple minutes kneading her ass. Sinking to my knees so I could stare at her groin, I lowered her pants. Managing to drop her pants, but leave her panties, I had Beth step out of her jeans.

Feeling extremely aroused now, I lowered her panties. I was eye level with her slit as it came into view. Beth truly had a beautiful pussy. Her pubic hairs were so fine that her folds were perfectly visible. The hint of dampness I saw made her look oh so delicious. Released, her panties dropped to the floor.

When I helped her step out of them, I guided her feet back down so her legs were spread extra far apart. Putting both my hands on her sexy buns, I slid my tongue into her slit, worming it slowing from bottom to top. She gave a loud sigh as I snaked across her clitoris.

Beth grabbed my head. “I so want you to finish what you’ve started, but I desperately want a shower first so I feel clean and don’t itch in twelve places.”

Guess I was really getting into it. Only as Beth was helping me to my feet did I notice Lynn and Jim standing with a hand on each other’s butt, grinning at us from within the shower stall. I followed Beth into the shower; my cock kept trying to catch up to her cute, wiggling butt.

There was soaping and groping until the hot water gave out. I especially enjoyed the way Beth washed my chest; she’d lather up her boobies, then scrub my chest with them! The more I groaned, the more Beth grinned.

Not to be outdone, Lynn used her newfound understanding of my tush turn on to torture me also. She used her lathered butt crack to clean my shower-long erection. I was moaning uncontrollably from the start to the finish of her crack attack. Being that over-stimulated, I might’ve come the next time either naked girl brushed my cock if the water hadn’t suddenly gone ice cold.

That dose of reality took Jim and me from ‘ready to ride’ back to ’need woman kinda soon’. My right ear was ringing from two freezing females shrieking until they escaped the stall. Jim bailed as well; leaving me to frantically fumble with a fancy new spigot that needed a push to turn off the freezing water while I kept trying to turn it.

Even drying each other off is a lot of fun when you feel breasts and butt through a fluffy towel, it also ‘warmed me up’ nicely I might add. Certainly Lynn and Beth seemed to spend extra time making sure my penis and balls were dry as could be.

Finishing, Lynn dropped her towel onto my raging erection, then announced “I’ve hung up my towel, be sure to hang up yours.”

I cracked mine an inch behind her butt, which earned me a feisty grin, a wagging finger, and a “Don’t you dare!” from Lynn.

“It’s OK,” I assured her, “I’d kiss it and make it better.”

“Animal, no way. You’d enjoy that too much!” Lynn bantered on her way out the door.

Beth literally took matters into her own hands. Grabbing a cock in each fist she said, “Follow me guys, it’s play time.” Needless to say, it was awkward as hell getting out of the door, then down the stairs, but Beth never let go. And since neither of us wanted her to, she got considerable cooperation from Jim and me.

Finally we made it downstairs. Lynn had returned to the bottom of the stairway to see what the giggling and thumping of walls was all about. “Dear God, I wish I dared to take a picture of this,” she managed between laughs.

Chapter 26:

Who’s Who Isn’t Necessarily A Book

Leading Jim and me into the Living Room by our boners, Beth said, “I thought up a game that I do believe everyone will enjoy. I wonder just how well we’ve gotten know each other. Let’s find out. Have a seat, I’ll be right back.”

Beth ran upstairs. Damn, I loved watching her breasts bounce. I didn’t miss a jiggle as she went upstairs, nor a minute later when she came back down. Lynn looked like the cat that ate the canary, I gathered Beth must have clued her in.

Taking inventory of what Beth brought from upstairs I spotted the blindfolds we’d worn back when we were still doing penance, plus a note pad, a pen, and a little bell.

Placing her props on the pine coffee table, Beth announced, “The game will be to correctly identify whom you were with. For example, for the first round we’ll blindfold you guys and have you face the sofa.”

Continuing, Lynn added, “Beth and I will both have our legs in the air. The first time you hear the bell you lean forward and eat the girl in front of you. The second time you hear it, stop. Beth and I will switch. The bell will ring; you’ll repeat your performance. After the final bell, we’ll have you whisper to us who you think you ate first or second. Later you get to blindfold us. Everyone OK with this? Any questions?

“Just one, when do we eat?” leered Jim.

Still giggling, we were blindfolded and positioned on our knees. Lynn suggested no groaning be allowed for anyone not blindfolded to avoid giving anything away. Beth added no touching anything not specifically identified as the objective. We all agreed.

Waiting to dive into a mystery muff was exciting the daylights out of me. Sounds of quiet footsteps and springs squeaking clued me that the girls were probably in position. After a seemingly 2-month wait, the small bell rang. I gradually leaned forward weaving my head from side to side to locate a leg. A left thigh finally stopped my search. As I nibbled my way down the soft female flesh, the slope assured me I was in the right place and getting close to the best place of all.

Kissing my way down, my cheek came into contact with girl #1’s pussy; the wispy hair and warmth left no doubt about my general location. I inhaled deeply as I began kissing all around her slit. For sure, I smelled a female. It reminded me of Lynn, but was it her? While dining, I tried recalling how she looked, her aroma, how she’d tasted. I retrieved images of her pussy when she wasn’t aroused, images of her when see was very excited; I’d forgotten momentarily how different she was at the beginning of sex versus near her climax.

My lips kissed and nibbled from top to the bottom of her vulva. My tongue wormed through her sparse bush and into the top of her slit. This girl tasted wonderful to be sure. As I made my tongue slither from top to the bottom of this tasty treat, I tried to picture Beth’s pussy and compare it to Lynn’s. I’d made love to Beth, I’d come inside her, but I didn’t recall eating her.

Well, I thought, I’d have eaten both girls soon enough, guess I’d just have to concentrate on how they each tasted, maybe I’d be able to taste Lynn. The only thing I was sure of was that Lynn’s bush was a little more blonde, but that wouldn’t help me now. Did Beth’s clit become a bit bigger, or stick up more when she was excited? I really wasn’t sure about anything, except for the fact my tongue and nose were buried somewhere wonderful.

I felt like kissing the butt cheeks that formed the tray each pussy was presented on. I nibbled and licked up and down the crease. The hips beneath me responded, rolling beneath my mouth as I sampled girl #1’s goodies.

After I’d licked my way to the clit and back to the bottom a few more times, I finally worked my tongue into girl #1’s vagina. Slowly I ran the tip completely around the opening’s rim for a minute. Her hips began pushing upwards, as if trying to impale herself.

Knowing how horny I was feeling, I took pity; stiffening my tongue, I drove it into her. The hip rotation speed doubled. I probed and tasted for a long time, but girl #1 seemed to be near the edge. Making my tongue as long and stiff as I could, I put it halfway into her and held still. Girl #1 pushed her pussy into my face, onto my tongue, and swirled her hips.

I felt her opening contract, squeezing my tongue; my face got very wet. Girl #1 came. I heard deep breathing, but no telltale groans. When she finally relaxed, I lazily wagged my tongue here and there until the bell rang. I could swear the bell sounded as if it was rung with less energy than earlier. Kissing my friend’s ’lips’ goodbye, I leaned back awaiting round 2.

More rustling, more squeaks, another bell. Leaning straight down, I dove for the next muff. My cheeks signaled they’d encountered tickling hairs, my lips sent word they’d encountered soft, wet skin, my nose shouted that it was close to an aroused female reproductive organ. It was a photo finish; my brain decided [Who cares who wins, just eat away, and enjoy this gift!] Thus I began to chow down on girl #2.

Proceeding much the same as I had with girl #1, I kissed and nibbled all over the vicinity. My tongue worked into every nook and cranny of her vulva several times, still clueless, yet not caring which sister I was feasting on. Maybe girl #2 tasted a little different, but she was only different, not better. Maybe her aroma had a subtle variation, but maybe it was just that I’d started with a fresh pussy before, now had a fully aroused pussy. If she’d just come, would it change her taste or scent?

Enough thinking I decided, let’s eat. And eat I did. Knowing I’d made girl #1 come, I was determined girl #2 deserved the same. Maybe I didn’t know who I was munching on, but they knew whose head was between their legs. Being very aroused, I needed to come soon. It had to be better for me if both girls were feeling grateful to me.

When I felt girl #2’s hips begin to rock and roll, I changed my end game somewhat. I rimmed and explored her depths at length. To help her get off, I moved up to her clit, sucked it into my mouth, then gave it a ferocious tongue-lashing.

Her hips were moving rapidly, in wide circles, when I finally tried flattening my tongue on top of girl #2’s clit. I pressed down hard so she’d feel good pressure, then did my best to hold position so she could grind her clit into it. Seemed to me she liked it, her hips gathered momentum over the next couple minutes, then she started coming for sure, fairly hard I surmised. Her hips dropped out of their rhythm, they began bucking and jerking almost randomly. My tongue was very tired by the time the clit fell away from me.

As the bell rang, signaling time to stop, I finally decide to guess girl #2 was Beth. I wasn’t sure, but I thought her clit was more pronounced than I recalled Lynn’s as being.

The girls got up, they moved behind us before Beth leaned over close to me, asking for my vote for girl #1 or #2. I whispered “Lynn first.”

Jimmy whispered something to Lynn that I couldn’t overhear. Then, for all to hear, Jim said he sure hoped the next comparison involved screwing because he needed “to come soon or die.”

After a short pause and some covert whispering, Lynn said, “You guys ate us really, really well. We agree you deserve a reward. The next event will be to guess who you came inside of. The rules will be you have to come inside the second girl you enter. You have to last 5 minutes inside the first girl, then you can take as much or little time as you desire in the second. The final bell won’t ring until the last boy gets off. Sound fair?”

“What if I don’t last 5 minutes? I got pretty turned out eating you two out.” I asked pleadingly.

“Then you don’t get ANYTHING else the rest of the day. Is that enough incentive?” said Beth wickedly.

“OH SHIT!” I groaned, giving the group a good laugh at my expense.

Beth said to just move forward on our knees when the bell sounded, they’d make sure we were slick, and aimed where we wanted to go. Beth had a talent for talking dirty without using dirty words that I thought was pretty cool. Gradually I was realizing that Beth was a bit wilder than Lynn. Beth had a quick wit and sharp mind that made her very appealing.

Rustle, squeak, squeak, rustle, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling. Creeping forward on my knees, I ran into a right leg, so I adjusted slightly to my left. One more little “step” ahead. Legs wrapped loosely around my waist, fingers gripped me behind my helmet. A careful tug guided me ahead a few more inches. I inhaled sharply as my tip was worked into a slit, then was rubbed up, down, and all around girl #1’s slick, moist slot.

Oooooohh it felt soooooo good. My hips commenced a thrusting motion of their own accord, I was too busy remembering the 5-minute rule. Being fed, rested, and horny, I was ready to shoot and didn’t need much more provocation. The hand repositioned me so my shaft was sliding up and down girl #1’s slit, my cock sure felt slick enough to me.

Suddenly it dawned on me how incredibly sexy I found it to be preparing to enter an unknown pussy. I was about to beg for my entry when my tip was guided into girl #1’s yawning vagina. It was a good team effort, as I pushed into her pussy, the legs around me pulled me tighter against her. By grabbing her upper legs, I was being supported, yet had room to rock my pelvis.

The mystery pussy felt deliriously tight around my penis, yet I sank easily into the warm depths of some sister. My balls were all for driving my penis home and stroking like hell. I managed to remind myself that my unknown partner expected me to give her at least 5 minutes of pleasure.

I decided to try studying what clues my embedded organ could discern. Girl #1 was keeping her hips fairly still. Lynn had a wonderful swaying motion when we made love that I hoped I might detect, but no such luck.

I’d had great sex with both sisters. I’d come inside both sisters. It WAS somehow different making love to Lynn than Beth. Why? How? Were there subtle differences in their bodies?

I was very slowly pushing my penis in as far as possible, withdrawing as far as I dared. Again, again, again… I was deriving incredible pleasure from a pussy, but was it Lynn’s or Beth’s? I couldn’t detect any ridge or texture or friction that betrayed ownership. What I did know for sure was this would be a wonderful place to have an orgasm. Thus I remained in heaven, yet in the dark, and had to struggle mightily to remain in control.

Repeatedly I made mental notes to myself to try to understand what made it different to make love with Beth versus Lynn. I was going to have sex with Beth tonight. I was going to come inside her fantastic body and enjoy it. But I also hoped to understand what made Beth, Beth, and Lynn, Lynn.

Thinking about coming inside Beth almost set me off, I barely caught myself in time. Immediately I changed my pace and angle of attack. Breaking my rhythm and dwelling on the different sensations as I pushed and pulled from different angles saved me, barely. The bell rang.

I never dreamed I’d ever think “Thank God I’m getting out of that pussy.” when I was still hard and horny, but since I knew I could now get relief inside girl #2, pulling out of that fantastic vagina was almost a relief.

Rustle, squeak, rustle, rustle, squeak, squeak, ding-a-ling. As fast as my knees could take me, I charged, lance lowered, ready for the joust. The dragon was speared quickly and mightily. Penis #1 and girl #2 seemed very pleased to meet each other. While in no hurry to ejaculate, it was a huge load off my mind knowing that now I could without dire consequences. It may have been a hollow threat; I suspected there was no way Beth would spend an entire night with me without my penis ending up inside her, but I didn’t want to chance being wrong.

To pace myself, I tried comparing this pussy to girl #1. How tight is her vagina? How wet is she? Did we sound the same when screwing? Wetness? Softness? Length? Depth? Ridges, bumps? Once again, I knew she felt like heaven, but little else for sure. Whoever it was, I was happily going to coat her insides with a nice batch of fresh sperm before much longer.

Following a subtle position shift, it felt like my penis was being caressed. Girl #2’s vagina was almost stroking me, tight, loving strokes. Unlike the contractions of an orgasm, I didn’t sense the intensity that accompanied a climax. Her hips had adopted a tick-tock rocking motion that kept matching my escalating rhythm, but I didn’t think she was coming. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but I hoped it was Lynn’s body that I was feeling, and that she loved my penis being within her. My vote for girl #2 was Lynn.

Thinking about coming inside Lynn sent me into the home stretch. My balls pulled tightly against my groin, my sac contracted. More blood filled my penis; I got thicker, reaching my maximum length. With my knob enlarged, it received extra friction from the sheath it sped through, it felt the popping through into her womb. The glans became more sensitive. Everywhere became warmer, wetter, softer, smoother. The shaft was gripped by girl #2’s vagina, like a hand jerking it off.

Each second the pleasure seemed far better than the second before. The tingling became pronounced. My hips drove my penis in and out faster and faster, deeper and deeper, but never deep enough. Almost. Almost. Almost. ALMOST. “I’m going to come in your pussy!” I half screamed.

Slower, but forcefully, my hips drove into girl #2. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Sperm flew from my balls to deep inside my unseen lover. I could feel it’s thick warmth being spread around inside her. It coated my shaft, which in turn spread it everywhere it rubbed. My penis was milked of it’s contribution as if by a milkmaid’s hand. Life was good. Life was soooooooo damned good. Girl #2 had definitely come. It still felt like my penis was a wad of gum in a waitress’s mouth.

Minutes passed until I totally stopped my piston-like movements because I was drained and hyper sensitive. The legs around me kept me from falling over. I hoped girl #2 had enjoyed herself, because she sure had taken me to the stars.

Next to me, Jim was making slapping noises and producing a continuous, rising grunt. I assumed girl #1 was due to be injected with the contents of Jim’s testicles at any moment. I heard a sharp inhale from girl #1 that I’d bet the ranch was a reaction to feeling the first stream of hot sperm slam into her cervix.

When the final bell rang, it sounded like a surrender; a weak, pathetic couple of dings. Jim and I laughed heartily. An instant later I heard the girls trying not to laugh out loud, I think they covered their mouths to protect their identities.

Legs unlocked, sisters moved. From behind us Beth said we could removed the blindfolds. Lynn declared herself officially starved and offered to make lunch after a trip to the bathroom.

Beth polled us delicately, “OK guys, who do you think you just knocked up?” My heart might have stopped from that line, if Lynn hadn’t explained how carefully she and Beth followed their cycles. I’d learned a lot from her about that aspect of female biology last night as well.

With us all needing to recoup, Jim and I each took a quick shower.

When I got to the kitchen, Lynn and Beth were at the counter making sandwiches. I took the opportunity to study, and purely enjoy, their magnificent rear ends. Standing side by side, I observed that Lynn’s hips were just a bit wider, a tad more mature looking. Limited to a quick glance only, you’d swear they were the same size and appearance, and both were USDA PRIME female. Yummm!

Lifting my limp cock up towards my belly, I walked quietly up behind Lynn, then pressed against her such that my dick snuggled into her butt crack. “Anything I can do for you lady?” I asked as I ground against her tush.

Lynn adroitly kept me in my place. “Not until that poor, fatigued, little thing has been nursed back to health, sir.”

Beth gave Lynn a high five. Turning Lynn around, I bent her back to give her a very long French kiss. When at last I let her up for air, she had a goofy expression on her face.

Beth gave me a high five, then said she expected me to demonstrate that move on her tonight. My eyes made a slow up and down inspection of her well defined teenaged body. “Shouldn’t be a problem.” I beamed at her.

Beth threw her arms around my neck, rubbed her groin sexily into mine, her eyes bored into my eyes, then she gave me a quick kiss. “Deal” she said, her laughter reminiscent of a wind chime.

Jim and I were curious how we’d scored. Exchanging glances and smirks, Beth said, “As boy toys, you did great. As for guessing… don’t sell the farms!”

“How about we try that game again in a few weeks to see if you know our asses from your elbows any better by then?” Lynn teased us.

Beth slid onto the bench beside me. Lynn snuggled against Jim. The simple lunch tasted great, it was the company that made the meal wonderful. We joked, we laughed, we teased. We liked each other. We enjoyed each other. I’d had Jim for a friend for a long time, but this camaraderie was an aspect of living I’d been deprived of. My life had never been better than it was at that moment.

Between bites of ham sandwiches, we discussion what chores had to be done and when. I asked about dinner plans. The girls assumed we’d expect them to cook. I asked Jim how he felt about us treating them to burgers in town.

Lynn too eagerly said, “If you’re buying, I’m driving.” Gales of laughter followed when Beth managed a straight face and said, “Do you think we should dress before our folks get home tomorrow?”

Actually we did consider how long we could safety run this nudist colony. It seemed likely our honeymoon could last until Sunday night, but we decided to have fresh clothes that we could rapidly jump into all ready just in case.

Lynn had the bright idea to tie their big ol Irish Setter, Bonkers, out front under their huge white oak because he barked when anyone got within a quarter mile of the house. No one could think of a soul that might stop by unannounced, still… So we planned what we’d do if anyone did.

Our deliberations were interrupted when a big blob of ketchup dripped out of Lynn’s sandwich. It landed squarely on her right nipple. Three teens began laughing uncontrollably, soon all four of us were. Lynn, with tears in her eyes, said, “Well, here’s an advantage to dining in the nude. No stains.”

With perfect timing Jim got a shriek of laughter from Lynn. “Yep, and it’s so much easier to clean up too!” So saying, he dove at her breast, sucking it clean. We were dying.

Turning to Beth with a leer I said, “I’ve got to know!”

Great chick that she was, Beth thrust her bouncy teats at me in a manner that said “cool, go for it.”

Grabbing the bottle of ketchup, I dripped some onto each nipple. The bottle had come from the fridge. Beth made an “oooohh” sound as each nipple got a cool dollop.

Putting the bottle down, I glanced across the table. Jim was still ‘cleaning’ Lynn. She had her eyes closed while holding Jim’s head to her breast. Hearing Beth, she opened her eyes part way to see what we were up to. A soft, gentle smile came to her serene face before her eyes closed again as I bent to the task of tidying up the mess I’d made.

During the brief moments I’d looked away, Beth’s nipples had responded to the chilly condiments I’d applied, and probably to the sight of her brother happily nursing on her older sister’s breast. Something about Beth’s long nipples tapped directly into my pleasure centers, every time I got near them my body responded.

During the short interval that spanned aiming the first dollop of ketchup at her closest nipple, to sucking that teat into my mouth, I’d become steely hard. Ooooh, I really, really loved Beth’s breasts. Presently I was as much worshipping each magnificent breast as I was suckling it.

It was easy to lose all track of time during my love affair with Beth’s chest. It was awkward on the bench, not much room to maneuver between it and the table. I needed one hand to keep from falling over, but the other one merrily explored her divine mammary glands.

I’d somewhat had this opportunity before, but this was the first time I’d really been turned loose. No rules, no guidelines, I was free to make love to a pair of teats I’d dreamed about many a night. In reality, they were far more desirable than I’d imagined. When God invented breasts to attract men, I wonder if he chuckled and thought, “Now this model is perfect. Boy I bet these’ll drive Larry nuts someday!”

All traces of ketchup had long ago been thoroughly removed. To any observer it would be clear that my initial playful demeanor had evolved into pure passion. I was overcome by desire, desire that Beth felt as my mouth stimulated her flesh. Reaching a plateau that surprised me, I was soon little more than a lust driven animal; aware of how and what I felt, but so aroused I possessed little conscious thought. I couldn’t speak. Hell, I could barely breath. Fact was, I wouldn’t have known what to say if I could have.

Looking up into Beth’s face, her eyes bored into mine. She showed no expression at all. Yet we made contact. In the blink of an eye we exchanged reams of data. We understood the moment with a rare clarity. Never breaking our eye contact, Beth slid off the bench, pulling me to my feet.

Still peering into my eyes, she turned us around so she could sit again. Beth leaned back length-wise until she was propped up on one elbow. Reaching over to the bottle, she ran a finger around the rim, spread her legs, then slowly transferred ketchup onto her engorged clitoris. Using the huskiest voice I’d ever heard from Beth, she said, “You missed a spot. Please take care of it.”

Our unblinking eyes remained locked for another 10 seconds while our inner selves communicated volumes, then wheeled and twisted around each other like leaves in a whirlwind. Beth felt me tell her that I needed her, that I had to make love to her then and there, no delays. Unspoken, she told me if I wasn’t inside her soon she’d scream.

With a thud, I dropped to my knees. Burying my face between hers legs, I ate her sweet pussy with all the fiery passion I had within me. Both legs went over my shoulders so she could press herself into my ravenous mouth. As soon as I felt she was drenched and ready I arose. Leaning across her, I slid a cushion from the far corner under her neck, then planted a hand on either side of her head.

Her legs were bent back, the undersides against my chest. Her hand found my penis, guiding me into her body. I drove my full length inside her with my first thrust. My hips rotated, making my glans swirl within her depths. Only then did Beth close her eyes. She emitted a long husky, groan that sent shivers from my head to toes.

My hips continued their circular rotations as I slowly withdrew 4", then screwed myself back down. I repeated these motions a dozen times. I felt my tip stirring around everywhere inside her. I savored the many thrills I felt.

With my shaft less than half hidden in her passage, I slid her hips into the ideal position before I withdrew for the final assault. Hard as a nail, I was ready to hammer away at her raised pussy. I was going to ride her hard, and not stop until I’d pumped every drop of sperm I could into my seductive female partner.

Our eyes met for the last time before our climax. My eyes warned “I’m going to screw your brains out!” Her eyes said, “Yes, please, I’m ready.”

My hips launched into a jack hammer frenzy. Slapping sounds abounded. My groin slapped her groin. My balls slapped her ass; her ass slapped the bench. As she tried to breathe, Beth emitted an “un, un, un, un, un, un.” sound that betrayed the intensity of the pounding I was administering.

My orgasm began building from my first hard stroke into Beth, but my pace was so fast it had trouble catching up to me. I was going to come inside of beautiful Beth, but I was too emotionally into her to give my orgasm any thought. There were no thoughts in my head; some part of my primal brain directed my hips, while completely overriding my rational brain.

Running on automatic, dull-witted, I absorbed the panorama beneath my glazed eyes. I watched my penis, piston like, ramming at hummingbird speed. I saw Beth’s breasts slosh back and forth, her nipples a blur. My eyes confirmed for my brain what my penis had been saying all along, I was in a great place to release my sperm.

My ejaculation into Beth commenced. I felt the pleasure, and I didn’t. I continued to hammer Beth, my thick, white emissions were churned into a bubbly froth, some of which was being forced out of her. My violent thrusts continued until somewhere within me a switch was thrown.

Abruptly I stopped. I was buried in her warmth, immobile barring an infrequent spastic stroke. Panting, sweating, I lost the strength to suspend myself. Slowly I sank until I melted onto Beth. Close to passing out, dimly I began to feel her hips sway gently, followed by spasms sucking at my resting penis. I lay quietly, cheek to cheek as I fought to re-oxygenate my overtaxed system.

Beth put her arms around me, holding me tightly as I recovered. A few times Beth asked “Are you alive in there?” When she eventually got a lucid response from me Beth suggested we take a quick shower.

Arising, I glanced across the table. Lynn was much the way I remembered seeing her, how long ago was it? Head back, eyes closed, with Jim sucking and fondling her breasts. Then I noticed Lynn was fondling a respectable erection, and Jim was working a finger or two inside of Lynn. Beth took my hand. Gently, quietly, she led me upstairs for a shower.

As we hit the warm spray, Beth slipped into my arms to give me a long, affectionate kiss. “Wow, you were an animal. Tonight we’ll have to discuss where THAT came from.” Grinning. Beth gave me a nice French lesson before rinsing off.

I felt better, but my sluggish thinking reminded me of trying to run in waist high water. Warm hands guided me out of the stall, then dried me off. Beth, saying, “I don’t want to miss anything.” led me downstairs. We walked into the kitchen just in time to see Jim carrying Lynn out the other door towards the Living Room.

Reaching the big sofa, Jim laid Lynn out. He stood over her a moment, perhaps simply enjoying what he saw. Lynn opened her eyes, smiled his way, then pulled her knees back giving a universal sign of welcome. Climbing between her legs, Jim gave his glans the grand tour of her slippery slit. He’d dip himself into her like a pen into an inkwell, then run circuits around Lynn’s slot with his coated tip. Everyone in the room was soon ready for Jim to enter Lynn. There were four sighs loosed when his penis first disappeared between Lynn’s wide-open vaginal lips.

Jim began a lazy rhythm. Beth whispered, “Let’s get comfortable, Stud. I think this show may last a while.”

I still felt more like Mongo the Cro-Magnon than myself. Naturally I was a bit distracted by the scene on the sofa. My mind drifted back to the middle of last night. Is that how she and I looked when we made love? Lynn’s face wore a sleepy, contended expression that I found intoxicating. I was too spent from banging Beth to feel jealous; nonetheless, a part of me wished I was making love to that gorgeous creature.

Beth led me to the small settee that, together with the sofa, formed an “L”. After a couple tries, we ended up with me in back, lying so we both had a view up the sofa’s length. Reaching over Beth I mostly fondled her nipples, but I could travel down to caress her pussy as well. We were slightly curled. Beth draped my penis across her thigh, she was able to toy with my cock and rub herself as she pleased. We both had a clear view of Jim’s shiny, wet penis as it stroked in and out of Lynn.

Lynn soon met Jim halfway on each stroke. Her hips making a casual oval as they rose. When groin met groin, it struck me, the way her pussy seemed to kiss the base of Jim’s penis.

Beth gripped me so only my knob showed above her fist. We shifted slightly so she could rub me around her pussy. Having her firm ass pressed against my pelvic region, plus watching two people I’d known forever having sex, resulted in my penis ballooning to a semi-aroused girth, giving Beth something to play with.

Adopting the rhythm observed before her, my glans, still above her fist, was being popped into and out of her moist opening. Judging by how easily I slid in and out of Beth, I gathered that one or both of us was oozing lubricant.

I was able to move my hand onto Beth’s clit without interfering with her fondling me. She plugged my glans into her opening, then let go. Beth covered my hand, showing me what she wanted me to do for her. When she was happy with my stimulation, Beth resumed her grip on my shaft, continuing to help me fuck her with my knob. I heard her whisper, “I didn’t come on the bench, please don’t stop until I get off.”

“Would you like me to eat you until you come?” I asked.

“Ooooohhh, yes!” she replied. Beth sat up until I got out from behind her. Reclining again, she scooted her hips almost off the settee with her legs spread; I knelt between them. Her buns looked like a tray serving me my afternoon treat. Wasting no more time, I dove into her pussy, determined to help her find release ASAP. Sliding two fingers into her wet channel, I tried to hold them in a good position for her as she began to rotate her hips around them.

My mouth and tongue attacked her clit. I listened for clues that a lick here or a suck there worked better for her. Guessing Beth was nearing the point of no return, I sucked her conspicuous clit into my mouth. Gently I massaged her with my lips and tongue.

Pushing my fingers into her past the third knuckle, I held them still while she ground her pussy onto my hand. Inner muscles griped my fingers. A deep groan, coupled with a long series of continuous spasms inside her, assured me her torment had ended. Beth was enjoying a sweet release. Her motions were strong, but regular. She seemed to be having a slow, protracted climax.

Her scent in my nostrils and her taste in my mouth had finally aroused me completely. Raising up on my knees, it only took a second to ease forward, replacing withdrawn fingers with my erection. Beth made a gratifying “Mmmmmmmm” sound as I sank into her. Her rhythm didn’t change, she rocked her hips, her pussy gripped and sucked at my shaft.

“Look.” Beth said.

Following her gaze to the sofa, I saw Lynn was having Jim lie on his back so she could ride him for a while. I got harder and began a steady thrusting into Beth as I saw Lynn straddle her brother’s waist, then guide his penis into her. Beth wasn’t blind, she understood that Lynn mounting Jim excited me. “Lay down, Larry. I’ll do the same for you.” her voice said invitingly.

Soon I was reclined, watching, fascinated, as Beth placed a leg on either side of me. Her breasts danced like Jell-O; her long nipples waved near my lips begging my attention. She reached between us, gripped low on my shaft and pumped me as she bent to initiate a long, loving French kiss. Before the kiss ended we were breathing more heavily into each other’s mouth. My hands slid up and around both breasts allowing me to actively fondle them as we kissed. Gradually I progressed to pumping both nipples as if they were being milked. Our bodies were exciting each other tremendously. Beth was nearly ready for penetration.

As she leaned back, Beth softly told me “Watch as I put you inside me.” I felt her eyes on me as I accepted her invitation. She worked my tip all around her slit. Beth knew she was turning me on, so she drew the moment out until her own excitement demanded to feel the content of her hand inside of her.

At last her hips slid forward, then firmly impaled herself on my penis. Liquid warmth flooded over my cock, I groaned as I tried to push up into Beth. She was sitting on me, my thrusts evolved into a steady grinding against pussy.

Beth looked over to our neighbors; soon she had perfectly matched her hip movements to Lynn’s. It was amazingly erotic feeling exactly what Jim must be experiencing, feeling Beth slide down my pole as I saw Lynn sink onto Jim’s. There was definitely something in my wiring that loved to watch Lynn’s ass move.

Beth leaned far forward, her breasts dangled before me; her extended nipples drew me like a moth to flame. Once I could reach them, I grabbed a butt cheek in each hand. My mouth moved into position for a juicy looking nipple to slip in far enough so I could keep it there by suction alone.

My fingers thrilled to the feel of muscles working as Beth rose and fell on me. Beth cradled my head, running her fingers though my hair as I suckled one breast for a spell, then the other. Needing more air, I released her.

Looking between us, I sensed Beth liked it when I’d stare at the sight of my penis reappearing, then disappearing into her body as she rode me towards Nature’s ultimate reward.

At some point Beth closed her eyes and allowed a powerful orgasm wash over her. The rapid-fire action of her hips triggered my release. Sperm coursing through my cock on its way into beautiful Beth was the last thing I remember before I fell asleep.

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Chapter 27:

Young Lovers Spend A Long Time In The Garage

When I awoke on the living room settee, Beth was in my arms, drifting in and out of consciousness. The shower was running upstairs; the adjoining empty sofa meant Jim and Lynn were probably freshening up. Beth came around just before I tried waking her myself.

We passed Lynn heading downstairs on our way up to shower. I offered to clean up the few dishes leftover from lunch, which we’d entirely forgotten when the ketchup games began. Since the girls had made lunch, it only seemed fair a guy cleaned up.

We bathed quickly; suspecting that little hot water remained. Beth headed off to help Lynn with afternoon chores. The kitchen was my destination.

Didn’t take but a few minutes to clean up from lunch. I left the few dishes to air dry, then tore upstairs. After changing into work clothes, I went looking for Lynn.

I caught up with her in the cow barn where I found her lugging a bucket of grain. Taking it from her, we talked as we walked.

“Lynn, I know you’re concerned pairing off might cause problems somehow. I adore Beth; I’m really looking forward to spending tonight with her. But I still feel something special whenever I see you. I love spending time with you. May I ask you out on a date without upsetting your plans?”

Lynn smiled, started to speak, but I held up a finger to stop her. “I was thinking the four of us could go to the Route 6 Drive-In next weekend. My treat. We’d all go, but I’d like to sit with you during the movies. No one would notice the four of us out together. You’re the first girl I’ve officially asked out for a real date. How strange is this? I spent last night with you, but I’m feeling nervous as a mouse in a room full of cats asking you to see a movie.”

As I opened my mouth to try a little more cajoling, Lynn interrupted me by tickling my tonsils with her tongue. It was one great kiss. By the time my head cleared, Lynn had taken the grain bucket from me and was two cows down the line.

Running after her, I shouted, “Was that a yes?” She turned, grinning. Seeing her face when I make her laugh was quickly becoming my favorite thing.

The evening farm routine killed an hour or so. I don’t think anyone had gotten very dirty, yet there seemed to be a clear consensus for another shower, together, ’to save water'.

Three minutes after getting back into the house, two attractive girls had very sudsy breasts, butts and pussies. Two teenaged boys had well washed butts and soapy erections. Only four growling stomachs prevented things from going much further then and there.

Clothes were thrown on quickly. The first two dressed immediately gave the last two dressed seven kinds of hell for holding things up. Soon a big ol’ Oldsmobile was heading to the A&W Root Beer stand outside Plainfield, about 20 minutes away.

The front seat held Lynn and me; Beth and Jim had the rear seat to themselves. Beth began inspecting Jim; she wanted to know if he left his boner at home. He swore he had, but after a brief search of his briefs she found he had it after all. Beth asked any takers if they’d bet she couldn’t make Jim cream his pants before they got to town. I bet her a dime she couldn’t.

Beth was delighted to have a taker. Before I returned my attention to Lynn, I saw Beth’s hand pumping away inside Jim’s pants, working her tongue into his closest ear plus rubbing his arm between her breasts. Unwisely, I almost bet a buck, but knowing Beth just wanted any flimsy excuse to get her hands around her brother’s cock, plus trusting her skills, why not save myself 90 cents?

Sliding closer to Lynn, I asked if she had a hand she could loan me. As we drove, I held her hand, but was careful to keep it where she could grab for the wheel if necessary. Lynn smiled at me, and whispered, “That was a sucker bet.”

“Isn’t it worth a dime to make TWO people happy.” I replied. Laughing, Lynn squeezed my hand, then pulled it to her lips to give it a kiss.

We made a little small talk. I told her how nice she looked. We agreed the day had been a lot of fun. No one thing was particularly memorable, just altogether extremely nice.

Dutiful sister Lynn warned Beth when she had maybe a mile left to win her “bet”. Beth never said a word. I looked back in time to see her pull Jim’s shorts open so his shiny knob was waving, then drop her mouth onto his penis. Her cheeks sunk way in as she sucked him for dear life. Jim’s eyes rolled back into his head. In no time at all his hips were pushing into Beth’s mouth. Beth had a good grip on the lower part of his shaft. He was humping, she was pumping, and soon Jim was groaning like a very happy man.

Beth popped her head up just enough to shout, “I win” before diving back to finish the job. Seeing sperm drooling at the corner of her mouth got me thinking about my night ahead with little Miss I’ll-Try-Anything.

Once near town we could tell it was Saturday evening, we passed 2 cars instead the usual none. The A&W was actually fairly busy. The only times there were ever 2 carhops working were Friday and Saturday nights.

Parking us at the rear of the service area, Lynn backed in against the picket fence. While the backseat occupants fumbled around getting their act together, I teased Beth that she didn’t get Jim off before the town line. When she protested I said, “How could you know with your head down there?”

Lynn joined in the fun saying, “I think the really good moans began a little before the town line.” Jim reached into his pocket, gave her two dimes and quipped, “Technically she lost, I didn’t cream my pants, I came in her mouth. However, win or lose, she deserves the bet, and a bonus as far as I’m concerned.”

Our carhop, Kathy Miller from the north end of our county, was standing by the car with our tray, impatiently waiting for us to stop laughing our tails off and place an order. Four large, frosty mugs of Root Beer were the first order of business while we planned our meal. Fries and cheeseburgers became the order of the day. When I’d started to ask for a chilidog with everything, Lynn looked at me with a wry smile. “I guess those onions will taste really good to you, huh?”

Like I said, I hadn’t done any real dating. Two California cheeseburgers, “with no onions, please” suddenly sounded better to me. Four frosty mugs arrived; our order was placed.

Looking at the cars around the parking lot, Lynn and I took a verbal inventory of who was there that night. You could see into some cars, but not well from our vantage point. Beth and Jim had slid down in back, busy making happy noises. I was tempted to peek, but I didn’t. My brain swirled to think that no matter what was going on back there, I could be doing the same thing with Beth in a later tonight.

I don’t know if those thoughts gave me a hard-on or Lynn’s hand, which picked that moment to lower my zipper and go exploring. Since we weren’t supposed to be couples, just the Troutman kids and Jimmy’s pal Larry out for a snack, Lynn and I were sitting up tall, leaving a little space between us. As much as I felt like closing my eyes, like getting lost in the great feeling of her fingers feeling me up through my underwear, I just sat there pretending the only thing I wanted to eat was a burger.

My left hand snuck across the space between us. Lynn slid forward a few inches; that position allowed me to pull her zipper down, then work my fingers through her fly onto the super soft panty material above her clit. Changes in Lynn’s breathing spoke volumes; I was definitely rubbing her the right way. Lynn had my penis drooling like a fool I suspected. Somehow it was maybe more exciting touching each other through our underwear, surrounded by cars loaded with people we knew, than if we’d been back at the house doing it naked.

Leaning over to me, Lynn whispered in my ear “Larry, whatever you do, don’t come. Stop me if you have to, but don’t come now. I promised you something special tonight… Well, I plan to have YOU for dessert, lover. Right here.” My heart felt like it skipped a few beats.

Guessing it’d be another 10 minutes before our well done burgers would be ready, I shifted a bit, then tugged at my jeans to make extra room for Lynn’s hand. Leaning over, I whispered “Just play with my nuts, then I should be OK until ‘dessert’. As for you wench, I bet I can get you off before Karen brings our order. Lay back and close your eyes. I’ll keep a look out.”

Lynn moaned, then reclined as suggested.

Sitting back up, I looked around; no one was paying the slightest attention to us. Parents with kids were too busy to pay us much mind. The dating couples were too busy with each other. Luckily, the local idiots were all in two cars up front where everyone could see them, and what total asses they were. I kept looking over at Lynn’s face. I so loved seeing her expressions change as she moved through different phases of arousal. Sometimes she looked as sweet as an angel, other times Lynn looked like The Devil seeking a site to open a school for sinners. Anytime I was able to give her real pleasure, it excited me to no end, made me feel remarkably good about myself.

Though I stared ahead at the parking lot, I was absorbing every minute detail of how Lynn felt through her panties. Few things I could recall had ever felt softer than her swollen lips where her silky panties coaxed them up for my fingers to massage. I felt the sparse pubic hairs covering her mound, her warm, moistness; her ‘V’ had become erotically sodden. Running my finger up and down the prominent crease formed by her puckered lips clearly brought pleasure to us both.

As Lynn unbuttoned her jeans, her deep, labored breathing told me she was getting very close. Her hand slid on top of mine. Her eyes never opened, she shifted my hand upward maybe a half-inch.

“Just a little faster now.” her very husky voice whispered. Her hand, still fondling my balls, occasionally covered or gripped my shaft.

Taking one more look around the parking lot for unwanted observers, my gaze returned to Lynn. I wanted to watch her come. Her pussy was working back against my hand, placing considerable pressure on her lips. So very wet now, her face was tensing, concentration furrowed her brow.

Hips bucking into my hand, she expelled all the air in her lungs during a series of shudders. Her face contorted, then relaxed. Her pussy felt even warmer and wetter to my busy fingers. At last Lynn came beautifully. It was everything we’d both hoped for. Lynn enjoyed a fantastic orgasm; I got to see her have it.

Slowing my fondling of her genitals, my fingers slid lower down her slit. I tried hard to bring her down gently. Lynn took many a deep breath as she sought to regain a normal breathing pattern. Her fingers pressed firmly against my shaft as they very slowly moved up and down the length of my encased shaft. I had the exquisite impression that Lynn was thinking about my penis being inside her as she’d climaxed.

The past couple minutes had been such a potent experience that I might have climaxed without meaning to if my peripheral vision hadn’t detected Karen, tray in hand, motoring our way. “Food’s coming!” I warned.

From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed Jim’s hand give Beth’s left breast a last fondle before withdrawing. Giving Lynn’s pussy a last affectionate squeeze, I withdrew my hand to pull up my zipper without signaling to the whole world what I was doing.

Glancing in Lynn’s direction, her jeans were still wide open, her sexy white panties clearly visible. Lynn was so limp, she couldn’t find the strength to pull them closed to button ’em.

Rolling my window down, I signaled Karen to hang the tray on my side. With Karen 15’ away, I hissed to Lynn “Roll towards the corner like you’re half-asleep.”

“I am half-asleep, you did too good a job you talented little shit.” She replied.

Lynn managed to turn away, pulling on the upper flap of her jeans so they wouldn’t look undone if Karen should happen to glance in Lynn’s direction.

Karen hung the tray on my three-quarters open window.

“Four fries, six California cheese burgers, and the four frosty mugs. “$18.70 plus tax, including the four mugs. Anything I can get ya?” she snapped and popped, never missing a chew on her gum. I gave her a $20; Karen made change then trotted off.

The moment Karen was out of earshot, everyone but Lynn burst out laughing. A happy moan was the best Lynn managed. Beth teased us. “What did you do to my poor sister, you evil boy.”

“Something wooooooooonnnnderful.” Lynn purred in reply, setting off a gaggle of giggles. After handing out food to the backseat, I ate a few fries while Lynn finally got it together, literally.

Discounting the sounds made by four ravenous youngsters in a feeding frenzy, we were quiet as we feasted. Lynn put on the car lights so Karen would come to the car. We had her take the tray and refuse, but bring back 4 more jumbo, frosty mugs. We still had the quiet back corner of the lot to ourselves.

Lynn told Beth and Jim “to entertain themselves for a while, she was going to be busy having her dessert.”

In a flash Beth had her jeans at her knees. “Let’s give each other a hand job!” suggested Beth with glee. Jim wasted no time in lowering his pants. In moments they were sitting there as politely as you please to anyone looking in our direction, but with a hand enjoying the most private flesh of their sibling. They spoke back and forth, anyone looking might assume they were talking about the weather. That would have been somewhat true, they talked about whether that felt good, or whether it felt better if they did this or that.

By sitting at an angle, I could easily follow the backseat action; it was turning me on big time staring at Beth with her pants down, watching a bare pussy being fingered and explored. She was pumping Jim; his cock was rapidly firming up.

As I sat with my back to my door, Lynn yawned, stretching as if she was going to nap against her door. But she kept sliding on out of sight. Once below the dash, she slid across the seat. Undoing my belt, Lynn lowered my zipper, then tugged my pants and shorts down until my penis and balls were fully exposed. Already I was semi-erect, the instant she gripped my shaft I was waving at the roof.

Lynn fit herself into the area my feet weren’t using. Taking my right hand, she gave my palm a warm kiss, adding some tongue towards the end. Looked up into my eyes, she undid two buttons, then guided my hand into her right bra cup. Dear Lord she felt sexy. Still holding my eye, she began to pump my shaft. I heaved a deep breath. Her mouth blew me a kiss. Lowering her eyes to my groin, Lynn turned her head sideways; it was awkward, but she was able to lift my balls to tenderly suck one then the other into her mouth.

A minute later Lynn kissed her way up my shaft. Reaching the top, her tongue slathered the very sensitive underside of my glans. My series of sharp, hissing inhales surely told her how marvelous her tongue felt on that spot. With a very fluid motion, Lynn abruptly had my entire glans in her mouth. She was sucking me, swirling her tongue around my red flesh, probing my wee slit with the tip of her tongue.

My free hand I slid behind her head. The motions she made as she sucked me only added to the erotic sensations bombarding me. Since I could only see the back of her head, I alternated between watching her and the backseat. Seeing Beth and Jim massaging each other towards a climax was a hundred times sexier than anything I’d ever seen in a skin magazine. Being somewhat dark back there, Beth’s exposed white skin looked so forbidden, so erotic. The scene looked so super sexy, that even with Lynn giving me a dream blow job, my brain was screaming how great it would feel to climb back there and screw that filly.

Lynn was steadily lowering her head as she suckled me. Suddenly I understood what her special plans for me were. I’d never been so far inside either girl’s mouth; Lynn was going eat as much of me as she could. Presently I felt my tip at the back of her mouth. She coughed or gagged several times; Lynn would back off a little way, but was soon pressing herself downward again. Eventually I felt my cock sliding into her throat. As that image filled my mind I almost came, but managed to pull back from the edge.

There it was!!! Lynn had my entire penis in her mouth. I tried to think about how it felt, how this compared to being buried inside her pussy. I knew it was magically different. I also knew I’d move mountains to feel this again.

I’d achieved Nirvana. But I couldn’t think, I couldn’t compare, or savor the moment; I could only live it. Thank God I was alive, and inside this angel’s mouth.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, Lynn. Thank you.” escaped from my lips. Still fondling Lynn’s breast, I ran my hand through her hair, petting her, hoping my hands could tell her how much I appreciated her, how much joy she was giving me.

Gently, her head now rose and fell, fucking her throat with my cock. Watching her head bob in my lap until I couldn’t stand the pleasure, I looked into the backseat again. Beth was making rapid tick tock motions with her hips. Jim had a couple fingers inside Beth; she was slowly riding them to glory. Her hips would push forward at the same time Lynn’s throat would engulf me. As my head began to drift mindlessly on a sea of hormones, it became easy to imagine I was somehow screwing Beth from long distance.

“I’m going to come very soon, Lynn.” I managed with great effort. Her unchanged rhythm made it clear I’d be releasing down her throat, I fought the urge to ram myself into her as that realization hit home. My hips had been making short pumping stokes towards their source of pleasure. The roughly inch of distance my penis would stroke, gradually became closer to 2" in spite of my good intentions. Apparently it was gradual enough that I didn’t throw Lynn off. God, I was feeling her lips kiss my sac as she took me in all the way.

A shattering orgasm was mounting inside me, building longer and higher than usual. Almost peaking, I’d somehow control it a tad longer, making the tension rise ever higher. Reaching a mindless bestial state, I stared at Jim’s cock as gobs of sperm shot out until Beth’s hand cupped his knob to catch it. Moments later, Beth came, her body language was unmistakable. Showing a blissful expression, her chest rose and fell like a marathon runner’s. Her hips screwed onto Jim’s fingers, her legs flopped as far apart as the jeans around her ankles would allow.

It took nearly ten seconds, featuring four sharp inhales, from the instant I knew I was coming, until the first contraction that finally sent a long jet of sperm flying into my lover’s body. Then the contractions came bang, bang, bang, bang, bang… As lost as I was in my orgasm, I was simultaneously focused on the myriad of magical feelings I derived from the still encased breast in my hand. I loved that breast with all my heart, so to it’s owner. “Oooooohhh, Lynn.” I sighed.

Collapsed against the car door, I peeked around the lot a last time before closing my eyes, allowing myself to drift along a stream of bliss. Lynn continued deep-throating me, but very, very, slowly. She swallowed every drop, every post-orgasmic dribble I produced. Keeping me in her mouth until I went completely soft; even then Lynn’s tongue rolled me around in her mouth. The longer Lynn nursed on my flaccid penis, the more I knew I could never allow this woman to disappear from my life.

I felt prepared to hold onto Lynn’s breast until dawn, she was giving no indications of releasing my cock. However, Beth and Jim had pulled their jeans up minutes earlier; they were ready to depart; Beth loudly declaring she wanted to get home, and get naked. It was so cute how she said, that I felt Lynn laughing with my cock still in her mouth. We all knew, as hormones receded and logical brain functions gradually returned, that Kathy would be over for the empty mugs any time now.

Lynn slid over, curling up as if she’d been sleeping. I pulled my pants up, then reached across to put the lights on. Kathy was at the car, Johnny-on-the-spot. Lynn ‘woke up’ as Jim paid for the mugs and gave her a tip. We really were getting pretty tired at that point, so we headed back to their farm.

Once we were away from town, I began unbuttoning Lynn’s blouse, then fondling her breasts through her bra. It was made of some type of soft stretchy material that made touching her feel almost as if she had nothing on. Finding the experience very sensual, I just kept massaging her right through the material.

Jim and Beth were soon busy petting and necking in back. I leaned close to Lynn’s ear. After kissing her neck a few times I softly said, “I AM going to screw your sister’s brains out tonight. I understand the logic of us being a foursome of ‘pals’. But I want you to know I absolutely adore you lady. If I don’t get inside your body soon…”

We were traveling back roads, which in our area meant they were totally deserted as opposed to almost totally deserted. Lynn was driving slowly; her right hand let go of the wheel. She managed to undo my belt, my snap, my zipper, then slip inside my shorts with impressive speed. I never let go of her breasts.

As we got closer to home, and there were no more turns until their driveway, I lowered her left cup, then carefully maneuvered so I didn’t break the hold she had on my penis, but could suck her areola into my mouth.

I think Lynn slowed to 15 MPH, none of us cared. As we pulled into the drive, I sat up, then moved her cup back into position. I don’t know why, it was a reflex action. Lynn pulled up to the front door, turned to ask Jim and Beth if they’d mind going on in because she wanted to talk to me a few minutes before we came in. They didn’t seem to mind, and were already headed into the house as we drove over to the Barn Red equipment shed she used for a garage.

I was trying to figure out if I’d done something wrong, I was pretty worried, wondering what she wanted to talk to me about. Lynn pulled into the shed and killed the engine; it was pitch black. Night sounds surrounded us, otherwise Lynn would surely have heard my pounding heart. Moving close to Lynn, I put my arms around her, then kissed her like I might never get the chance again. Lynn kissed me back, my toes curled from the passion I thought I felt.

Coming up for air, I took her face between my hands. I stared into a face I couldn’t see. “I love you, Lynn.”

Lynn pulled me to her, she kissed me tenderly; I felt the affection in her lips. She took off my shirt. I removed her blouse. We undid and removed each other’s pants together. I managed to unhook her bra on the fourth attempt; she stroked my hair and waited patiently for my fingers to learn their craft. She lowered my briefs. I lowered her panties, sliding my hands across her cheeks and legs as I did.

I climbed into the back seat, then pulled Lynn to me. We sat upright, touching and exploring everywhere we could, at length. Finally I put her hand on my penis.

“Get me ready for you.” I whispered.

The hunger I felt in her kisses when I asked sent a thrill through me. Her hand led mine between her opened legs; she guided my fingertips through her slit, then directly inside her. Joyfully, I understood she wanted to be ready for me to enter her as well.

We concentrated on our kissing, the foreplay was just a pleasant adjunct. Finally our mutual stimulation, combined with our early foreplay at the A&W, brought us to a fever pitch. I could no longer kiss Lynn and still get enough air. I needed to be inside of her! I needed to make love to her! I needed to express my love for her.

After helping Lynn lie back on the bench seat, I climbed between her legs, hurriedly placing her hand on my penis so she could guide me to my unseen goal. I was as hard and dripping as I’d ever been; Lynn was as dilated, wet, and ready as she’d ever been. I sank completely into her body with one steady push. We groaned into each other’s ears as we both felt what we’d desired so much. I held motionless inside her vagina for a couple minutes as we engaged in frantic kissing of each other’s face and neck.

My animal brain finally gained the upper hand. I had to fuck Lynn. I had to fuck Lynn now. I began a slow rhythm, but each stroke became a tiny bit more forceful than the last. Lynn was moaning sensuously, which only fueled my passion. I WAS falling in love with her. I was getting my first taste of sex as a genuine expression of my feelings for Lynn. But those feelings merely served to fan the flames of pure lust driving body now. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke; a little faster, a little harder.

Lynn almost shouted, “Let me get on top.”

Lust crazed as I was, the image of her ass riding Jimmy still flooded my mind. I wanted that perfect ass riding my cock; I wanted to be the one shooting up into that perfect, wiggling ass. I was stretched out; Lynn was guiding me inside her within seconds. As fast and hard as I’d been riding her, she was close, and now needed to go faster and harder still. Lynn was on her way to as powerful an orgasm she’d ever experienced; she needed to be turned loose.

To avoid going to school once, I’d tried to fake a fever years ago by holding a match under a thermometer. The red fluid inside shot to the top, the end blew off so quickly I didn’t have time to stop. That memory came to me as Lynn rode me faster still.

My penis was inside the most perfect girl God ever put on this planet. Lying there in the dark, I could easily visualize her body, then my penis inside her body. I pictured her vaginal muscles surround and massage my cock, her powerful ass clenching, pumping. I stared into the darkness at the exact point where my sperm was about to erupt and coat her insides. Almost, almost, almost! Ooooooh, it’s leaving my balls, it’s filling the base of my cock, it pushing my tube wide, it’s nearing the tip, the slit is opening wide. Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh. Ooh! Ooh! Ooooooooooh!

Lynn felt my hot sperm splash into her, I knew she did. Lynn CAME. Her head flew back; she let out a series of screams and guttural sounds that might have been heard in the next county. Her hips slammed into me making sharp slapping sounds. I drove my hips up to meet her. My back arched, my butt became knotted. My testicles pumped spastically. My penis was hard as week old bread. My glans was almost painful as it swelled in order to trap my sperm inside her, to literally fight against being removed from within this life forming sanctuary.

Lynn and I were coated with sweat. Her vagina felt like a hand milking me. I pumped inside her as long as I could. I only fell back against the seat when I could no longer push myself up into Lynn. I remained rigid for minutes. Post-coital spasms continued to rack my body. I felt Lynn have two, possibly three mores mild orgasms before I deflated.

“Oh my God, that was incredible.” Lynn said as she collapsed onto my chest, stretching out on top of me. I was able to stay inside her body for quite a while before her pussy expelled my limp cock.

Sometime later, after we’d both unwillingly returned to the real world, Lynn and I really had the talk she’d remarked to Jim and Beth. We held each other, kissed, for maybe 20 minutes while we conversed. At some point, as it began to get cool in the car, we got dressed.

One of many things I liked about Lynn was how she spoke with me, not at me. Always careful about my feelings, she’d answer questions openly. If I had a viewpoint, she’d actually listen to it, think about it, take things I said to heart.

For me the hard part regarding Lynn was her being adamant that she wasn’t going to marry anyone before she was 22. She was going to finish college and get her degree in Agriculture. She was going to feel free to make love with other men if she felt she wanted to; Lynn suspected her mother wasn’t as happy as she should be, and worried it was related to getting married to her first love.

It helped me deal with everything a bit when she said about sex, “I feel like I’ve just learned to read. I just don’t feel it would be fair to me, you, or my husband someday to go through life only having read two or three books.”

Lynn asked me to name a girl at school I had a fantasy about. Under duress I admitted about Charlene. “I hope you get to make love to her. She is very pretty and seems really sweet. It would make me happy to find out you were able to enjoy each other’s beautiful bodies. And by the way, I’ve showered with her. She is gorgeous!”

“Come Fall, I’m gone. I’d hate thinking that you’re all alone back here. If nothing else, you’ll need to practice and maybe learn a few new tricks if you really hope to impress me down the road, young sir.” Dark as it was, I felt her smiling at me, could see her eyes crinkling at the corners.

Lynn said other things that made sense that I didn’t want to hear. We were so young. First sex could so easily be confused with love. I could meet someone, she could meet someone. A lot could happen.

We were quiet for a couple minutes, holding each other close. Mentally recapping what she’d said, I accepted most everything.

“But Lynn, when I look at you I know in my gut I feel something I don’t feel with Beth or Charlene. When I have sex with Beth it’s fantastic, but when I have sex with you I feel something… extra. I really think I love you Lynn.”

She held me close. “Larry, I feel the same about you. I feel loved by the way you touch me, or hold me, or look at me. But I’ve also only had sex with my brother, and I’m not very likely to marry him some day. I do love you. I love you very much. But I not going to let myself fall in love with you any time soon. If I do, or if you do, I just know it’ll be the end of us. It is just too soon for us. It makes me very happy to have you love me, and I hope you don’t stop. Just don’t fall hopelessly in love until love has a fighting chance. But I really do love you, you little shit.”

We exchanged some of the sweetest kisses imaginable, and I have a good imagination.

“Now let’s get in the house so you can go to bed with my sister.” Lynn giggled into my ear. I goosed the lusty wench to her hear her shriek, she tickled me to get even.

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Chapter 28:

Bedtime For Larry and Beth

Holding hands, Lynn and I walked leisurely back to the house. Outside the old Barn Red equipment shed, we could see our way easily, a near full moon was high in a clear, starry sky. We found Beth and Jim in the breakfast nook, feeding each other chocolate ice cream out of a Blue Bunny half-gallon container.

Letting go of Lynn’s hand, after a squeeze good night, I slid onto the bench beside Beth, slipping my arm around her waist. Lynn glided in beside Jim. Laying her head on his shoulder, she likewise slipped an arm around his waist.

Beth looked disgustingly happy. Beaming, she asked if I wanted some; I did. Sporting a wide grin, she stuffed a big spoonful into her mouth. Suddenly, her arms were around my neck with her face pressed to mine. Beth’s cold tongue pried open my lips; her laughter and a cold blob of ice cream soon filled my mouth. Her tongue followed the ice cream in to help me eat it. While it wasn’t easy dining that way, it sure was fun.

Jim was content to steer every other spoonful Lynn’s way. Between spoonfuls, Lynn had unbuttoned Jim’s shirt; she ran her hand inside it, fondling his pec’s the way a boy would feel up a girl’s chest. That looked like fun to me, so as Beth fed me ice cream, I began unbuttoning her blouse. My fingers were soon delightedly exploring her stretchy bra cups. Tired as I was, my penis tingled when I felt her sexy, long nipples first poking into my palms.

Releasing my playthings, I managed to remove Beth’s blouse completely. Being careful not to break the ice cream eating routine, I nonetheless managed to remove her bra without disrupting our game. When I’d found her clasp, I was able to open it on the third try. Progress! Then it was my turn to have an evil thought.

Happy fingers joyfully returned to fondling her now bare breasts. But the next time I got mouth-to-mouth from Beth I pinched a big gob of ice cream from the box. Just as I swallowed my mouthful, I pulled Beth into a deeper French kiss by placing a hand behind her head. At the same time, I pressed my gob onto Beth’s left nipple. Beth shrieked! She almost jumped out of her panties. Her screaming was muffled because she had to shriek into my mouth.

The moment I felt her laughing into my larynx, I dove for her nipple to devour it, along with its chocolate topping. Giggling like a maniac Beth said, “Lynn’s right, you are a little shit.” She held my head while I willingly cleaned up the mess I’d made. By the time the ice cream was gone, her nipples were as aroused as I’d ever seen them. Of course so was their owner.

Beth was soon purring. “OOOOOOOOOOOooooooK, time for bed. Good night little brother, good night big sister,” said Beth as she pushed me to my feet, grabbed my hand, then led me upstairs to her bedroom.

Once in her room we hugged, kissed, and gleefully finished undressing each other. When the last article of clothing hit the floor we held hands, then just looked at each other for a minute.

“You are a very beautiful girl Beth,” I said softly.

“And you are a good looking young man,” replied Beth, molding herself against me.

We hugged, joining into a deep French kiss that didn’t end until we were both rubbing ourselves against each other minutes later. Picking Beth up, I carried her to the bed, laying her down where I wanted her.

Clambering onto the queen-sized mattress, my body slid up and over hers until I reached her face. Making love to her face and neck, I nibbled on hers ears, using my tongue to gently probe them. When I returned to Beth’s mouth, our tongues danced together for seemingly an eternity.

Lifting my head to look into her eyes I finally said, “I’m going to eat you until you come. This is just for you. Furthermore, at any time, if you want something, anything, just ask; I’ll do my best to give you a fantastic orgasm.” Beth glued her lips to mine, slithering her tongue into me. Gripping me by my buns, she pulled me tightly against her.

When the moment seemed right, I kissed my way down Beth’s throat, attempting to pay special attention to every place I suspected would make her feel good. There were a several places where Beth asked me to linger, or use more tongue, kiss lighter, or nibble just so; I was glad I’d made the offer, I learned a lot about pleasing her.

As I slid down her body, my penis rubbed against her slit, sometimes lying atop it, sometimes poking and prodding her genitals. My right hand was constantly touching and rubbing in advance of my mouth’s arrival. When my lips kissed their way to her breasts, ten fingers were there to greet them. I kissed complete circles around each breast. Her cleavage attracted considerable attention. During the period while I nursed at length upon each nipple, I hoped Beth loved it, but sucking her nipples was really a selfish treat for me.

When my trail of kisses wended towards her navel, my fingers lightly brushed her vaginal lips, teasing through her pubic hair. Fingertips lightly grazed her inner thighs, or skimmed across her emerged clit.

Kissing lower, ever lower, I held still, poised above her pussy: I knew she could feel my hot breath on her vulva. I allowed her suspense to build and build. The tension became palpable as Beth waited to feel my tongue’s first contact with her moist, aroused pussy.

Very, very slowly my neck bent until I felt her matted pubic hair tickle my face. My tongue extended, but so slowly Beth wasn’t sure at first that I was finally touching her. At last pushing it into Beth’s partially widened hole made Beth gasp, she pushed herself against my face as she at long last felt, then reacted to the penetration.

My tongue patrolled her insides until I was sure I’d tasted and probed all I could reach. Then I turned myself loose.

Still, I wanted her pleasure and climax to be a long drawn out affair, so everything I did was deliberate, as unhurried as I could make it. Never pausing, I allowed myself to attack any part of her groin without mercy, without warning. Whatever looked tastiest to me at the moment I licked and kissed. Judging by her pelvic undulations, Beth was feeling pretty good.

There are many things I loved about Beth. The way her fingers would stroke my hair at times while I ate her was one. Her voice was another, it always made me feel good. She was comfortable enough with me to accept my offer; Beth did ask me to do little things to increase her pleasure. When she spoke, there was passion in her voice, yet she always sounded soft, sweet, and so pleased by my efforts.

Sensing she was nearing her climax, I concentrated on Beth’s engorged clit. I wormed three fingers into her gaping vagina; her rolling pelvis worked them in and out of her. Beth patiently taught me the finer points of how to help her come.

Becoming engrossed in helping her reach her orgasm, I became a cheerleader rooting her on. It fascinated me that I could give a girl such intense pleasure. My face was coated with Beth, my nostrils were filled with Beth, my mind swirled with images of her body and face.

Beth came hard. I felt elated; I’d made this sexy girl come all over my face.

Tongue and fingers swapped places as Beth crested; my fingers trapped her clit between her lips, shaking them back and forth. My tongue moved lower to rim or suck her labia minora into my mouth.

As Beth began to relax, I slid my hands under her ass so I could enjoy feeling her cheeks writhing in my grip. I licked the area below her pussy, teased the exposed crack of her tush. I kissed up and down her thighs, always returning to kiss and lap her pussy. When she was finally spent, and nearly motionless, I kissed my way back up her body. As I reached her facial area, I guided my erection into Beth. She sighed as I filled her. I sighed as I felt her surround me.

Neither of us moved our hips; we lay pressed together exchanging soft kisses. I wanted to be inside Beth. I wanted to feel her warmth, her dampness, to share the rippling of her muscles, but I wasn’t ready to begin intercourse. I just wanted to lie in her arms for a while, to savor the sensations of being embedded inside her perfect body.

Chapter 29:

Beth Brings Out The Beast In Larry

The kissing and cuddling lasted a long time. Beth occasionally inched her sheath up and down my length, but more as a show off affection than an attempt to initiate copulation. I remained erect within her, less than steely hard, but rigid. Every few minutes I’d withdraw, then slowly push myself as deep as I could reach as an adjunct to a wonderful kiss we were sharing. Life was good. Life was very, very good.

Truly I’d come to care tremendously for Beth. She was such fun to be around, I felt so comfortable near her.

Beth gave my penis another hug with her pussy. “Is there something I can help you with, Sugar?” purred Beth.

“Actually, I’m very, very happy just like this for now.” I replied. Tenderly I explained how special it felt to be with her this way, to be quiet, and to really be able to feel HER.

Beth understood what I was getting at. She and I shared, as best we could, what sex felt like; I tried to explain how it felt being a boy inside her body, she helped me get hint of the sensations of being a girl with a stiff male organ inside of her. We must have talked for half an hour. At times one of us would say something endearing, kisses would be exchanged as our affection for each other deepened.

Beth had been curious about the time Lynn and I spent before coming in. I knew she was genuinely interested, not trying to be nosy. She’d assured me I didn’t have to talk about anything if it was private. It finally dawned on me what it was that had been bothering me. It wasn’t a big, drive me crazy kind of bother me, just a little twinge of guilt I’d been dimly aware of.

“Beth, I hope I don’t ruin things with you. I’m a little scared admitting this, and I feel stupid saying what I’m about to, considering I’m laying here, my penis inside you, having sex with you, but I told Lynn that I love her. I care about you as much as I care for her, but something inside me says I’m in love with Lynn. So I’m feeling somewhat guilty about wanting, make that enjoying, sex with you while feeling that I love Lynn.”

“Relax, Larry. I know you love her. I’ve seen THAT look in your eyes when you watch my sister. I’m no woman of the world, but I’m pretty sure there’s some chemistry there. For a few hours after I gave my cherry to Jim, I thought maybe he was the ONE. I do love Jim, and I want more sex with him, but there’s no chemistry between us. As for us, fella, you can ask me to roll in the hay ANY time you want. No promises, but I can’t picture the time when I won’t want your lovely penis inside me. The more I’ve gotten to know you, the closer I feel to you.”

“I love you, Beth.” “I love you too, Larry.” We both knew what we meant.

Beth became playful, deviling me for more details about my conversation with Lynn. I couldn’t think of anything we’d shared that Lynn would mind Beth knowing, so I recapped our conversation. I recounted Lynn wanting me to make love with Beth or Charlene, because she was too young to stop experimenting.

Beth described how she and Lynn had discussed sharing Jim and I, they’d worried about any of us getting hung up on one person and blowing our foursome to hell. She assured me the present arrangement was as much her idea as Lynn’s. “Go for Charlene, or any other girl you’ve dreamed about having sex with, I’ll still jump on your bones any chance I get if you want me.”

[Life is GOOD!]

Ya got that right, brain!

Beth described a couple fantasies she’d had after seeing Karen’s brother last week who was home from college, how fantasizing had gotten her and Lynn so horny they ended up in the 69 that Jim and I had witnessed. Beth got a conspiratorial tone in her voice. A positively wicked grin accompanied the question, “OK, total honesty time. What other girls have you ever fantasized about.”

It was embarrassing, despite telling myself it shouldn’t be, but I tried to be clinical. “Well, Diane. Weeellll, you and Lynn about a 100 times apiece, uhhh Sue, Carly…” The moment I said Carly my cock jumped inside Beth, I mean jumped. I went from semi-erect to aged, oak plank hard in a second. Beth’s eyes lit up; her wicked smile became evil incarnate.

“YOU WANT TO NAIL YOUR SISTER!!

Cool!!”

I must’ve gotten a look of pure panic on my face. Beth immediately kissed me, took me in her arms to hold me extra tight.

“Larry, it’s OK. I mean it, I really think that’s cool. Nothing wrong with having a fantasy, Sugar. Remember me, been having orgies involving my brother. I hadn’t ever thought about doing it with Jim consciously, but the way things happened… I’m delighted. The sex has been totally amazing. I’ve been wishing I’d thought of it sooner. Carly is so damned cute; I’d like to have sex with her myself, so don’t you feel bad about it. I don’t know what I’d have said two weeks ago, but today it sounds damned near normal to me.”

Beth laid back. Her voice became very tender. Her fingertips delicately closed my eyes; two fingers lightly touched my lips. Beth squeezed her vagina as hard as she could around my still embedded erection, reminding me where it was.

Using a soft, dreamlike tone Beth said, “Oh Larry, I never dreamed my brother had such a big penis. It feels so good inside me. Please make love to me, my dear, sweet brother. I want to feel you shoot your warm sperm inside me. I’m pulling my legs up so you can push deep inside your Carly’s pussy. I’m ready for you.”

I fell upon “Carly’s” body. I tried to go slow, to savor being inside my “sister”, but I was just too damned excited by the fantasy of having sex with her. In a matter of a few strokes I was plowing into “Carly” like a man possessed. As I felt my orgasm positively roaring ahead, I fought against coming so soon. My struggle delayed my climax, but the longer I struggled, the more intense the soaring pleasure became. I reached a point at which if I didn’t ejaculate at that precise instant, my heart might stop from pleasure overload.

Sperm poured out of my penis and into Beth. She did everything a woman ever could with her body to help me come, and continue to come within her womb. Her hips tilted for me, her vaginal muscles gripped my penis, they pulled me into her, they milked my shaft. She fondled my ass, kissed my face and neck.

“Good boy, that’s so good, so good, keep coming in me, yes, yes, yes, so nice….” Gently, Beth encouraged me the entire time I poured myself into her. I had no sense of time. Beth had pulled me into this Carly fantasy so skillfully that my body released years of pent up secret desire to inseminate my pretty sister’s body.

I’ll worship Beth to the day I die for her insight and compassion. She could have destroyed me. Instead she released my tensions and freed me from guilt. She couldn’t have been a better friend or lover. When I finally stopped fucking Beth, I laid on top of her, exhausted. Fucking being the only word I could think of for the way I’d used her sweet body.

She held me, petted me, never saying a word until I was ready to speak.

A very weak “Wow.” was the first thing I was able to say some minutes later.

“Yeah, wow is right, Sugar. That was incredible.” Beth agreed.

I fell asleep in Beth’s arms. It had been a long amazing day.

Waking up just past dawn, I was stiff as a board. I wasn’t horny; I badly had to pee. Doing my best to slip out of bed without waking Beth, I headed to the bathroom. My boner wouldn’t ease off, so I sat, carefully aimed, and waited. Eventually I relaxed enough to pee, aaaaahhhh.

Standing at the sink, I waited for the hot water. Beth showed up first.

“Hi, Sugar. Is that for me?”, she playfully asked while glancing towards my still semi-erect penis.

“Well, I did plan to wash this up in case you wanted it later.” I replied.

“Oh, oh, me, me. I wanna do it.” Beth danced about, doing a great little kid imitation.

“You can wash mine, if I can wash yours.” I haggled back. I asked to stay while she peed. Displaying an odd combination of maidenly modesty and exhibitionism, Beth leaned back with her legs parted so I could see her water stream from within her, yet she looked out the window the entire time to avoid making eye contact with me.

When she finished and wiped, we spent a minute lathering each other’s privates with Ivory soap, then several minutes more working the soap around with our fingers. Almost seemed a shame to rinse once we were so nice and slippery, uuuuuuuuuummmmmmm.

For some strange reason I wasn’t feeling at all sleepy by the time I was finally rinsed off. Picking Beth up, I carried her back to bed, laying her out where I wanted her. Lying down in the opposite direction, I asked, “Please suck me.”

Watching closely, I saw Beth smile sexily, then move in super slow motion, just to tease me. Reaching for my shaft, her lips parted, she licked them as her mouth neared my crown. With painful slowness she closed her lips around me, then slid down my shaft until I felt my glans hit her throat.

Pushing her left leg well back afforded me easy access to her pussy. Moments later I was happily eating Beth. We 69’ed for over ten minutes; we took our time, it was heavenly foreplay.

Then I took the initiative, I’d thought of something I wanted to try. Having Beth lie on her tummy with her legs spread, I stretched out across her back so I could kiss her ears and neck. I whispered that I wanted Beth to guide me into her so I could position myself without crushing her. My penis was soon sinking into her very warm body.

The sensation of Beth’s buns pressed into my pelvis was awesome. Literally and figuratively, I was in heaven. Every thrust into Beth caused her checks to shimmy, massaging my pelvic region. What a marvel how parts of a woman can be at the same time so firm, yet so supple.

It was a quiet time, the beginning of a new day, silent but for the occasional rooster and early bird chirping. Bright enough for me to clearly see the beauty of the woman I was making love to, yet still dark enough to be relaxing.

Steadily sliding in and out of Beth, I studied her baby fine hair. Her soft, lightly tanned skin, the freckles carelessly strewn across her shoulders. I slid my hands beneath Beth. Upon finding each breast, I cupped it, savored feeling her nipples grow hard, then push into my palm. They pushed back and forth into my hands reflecting, in a small way, the force of my thrusting back to me. I kissed my way across Beth’s cheek. With her cooperation, we were able to kiss, our tongues quietly sought each other. This was love making at its best, neither of us in any hurry, content to float on our sea of tranquility.

“I adore making love with you, Beth.” I softly sighed. Her right hand reached back to stroke my hair.

“You’re a wonderful lover, Larry.” Beth replied just above a whisper. Kissing every place I could reach, I tenderly used my teeth on her neck and shoulders. Beth smelled delightful, a fresh female scent that I found very satisfying swirled around me like a morning fog as I basked in the total experience of having sex with Beth.

Each time my glans drilled into Beth, I savored the way it felt to push open her channel until I popped into her roomier womb. Each time I withdrew, I felt the drag of her sheath against my flared flange.

Couldn’t tell you whose body did what first. Did my tempo increase in response to her hips rolling her heavenly buns beneath me? Did I increase the pace of my thrusting, and Beth’s body sense that it was nearing the time to receive my sperm? What I did know was that my penis was becoming more sensitive.

Its awareness of Beth’s warmth, contours, dampness, and textures was steadily increasing. My body was moving from “this feels so nice” to “this is the perfect place to deposit my seed.” Beth’s undulations were sending billboard sized messaging into my male brain, “come inside me, come inside of my soft warm body.” Each roll of her buttocks repeated that message. The more her cheeks massaged my groin, the louder I heard it. My penis was alive with sensations. It wouldn’t be long.

“Are you close?” I asked, breathing deeply.

“Yes, but please play with my clit.” Beth rolled a little to the left so I could move a hand from her breast to her pussy.

I began to massage her lips and swollen clit. As Beth began feeling stimulation from in front as well as behind, her hips told me she was good to go. As I teetered on the brink, the tickling tingles growing ever more intense. Actually, I slowed my strokes so the tingling didn’t drive me insane.

Tingling, tingling, TINGLING! Plunge, spurt, wait. Withdraw, hold, hold, plunge, spurt, wait. Withdraw, hold, hold, plunge, spurt, wait.

Beth rubbed herself up and down my penis about three times on every plunge, but she’d hold still when I paused between strokes. It was a phenomenal climax, but different than any I recalled with either sister. Every spurt into Beth seemed seconds apart, clear, and distinct. My orgasm was drawn out, longer than any before it. I only know it seemed a long time between my first jet and my last. Tenderly, I rode Beth in slow motion for another few minutes, she was purring, and I loved it.

Rolling off Beth onto my back, she cuddled up against me, finally falling asleep on my chest. I fell asleep toying with her baby soft hair.

Chapter 30:

Lynn and Larry Get Lost In The Barn

Maybe the nicest way ever to wake up is coming around only to discover a gorgeous blond has snaked her warm tongue into your mouth. Her breath was fresh; damn but she tasted great. Still pretty sleepy, I tried to put my arms around her. Only after my right arm hit something warm and solid did it begin to sink in that Beth was still sleeping on my chest. Lynn was in my mouth! Yuuuummmmmm.

“Good morning lover.” Lynn teased once she was sure I’d realized it wasn’t Beth kissing me.

“It’s nearly time to get up. Jimmy is still asleep, but I got up because the cows can’t wait.”

“Good morning big sister.” I heard from somewhere below my horizon.

Moments later, good morning kisses were flying amongst the three of us. Lynn finally took Beth’s face between her hands, planting a major league French kiss on her sister. I got really turned on watching them; my flag was waving in record time. Of course having a warm Beth wiggling around on top of my rested body might’ve had something to do with it. I couldn’t move without rocking the love boat, but I was able to grab a solid handful of each girl’s tush. Yuuuuummmm.

I didn’t notice, but apparently Beth felt my penis begging for attention. She whispered something into Lynn’s ear that caused Lynn to giggle. Lynn’s eyes locked onto mine, softly she spoke. “Maybe the cows could wait a couple minutes this morning.”

Lynn resumed the toe-curling soul kiss she’d awakened me with, but this time there was much more intensity. Beth was moving off me to somewhere, when her cheeks slid out from underneath my fingers I reached for Lynn’s right breast. With Lynn lying on my chest, I really couldn’t fondle her breasts, but I could touch her with my fingertips and work her nipple with my thumb.

There was no warning; Beth swallowed my erection in one gulp. I nearly sucked Lynn’s face off when Beth plunged her mouth down my shaft. Lynn knew what Beth was planning to do, so she was expecting my reaction, her tongue pushed as deeply into my mouth as she was able to reach. Rested enough to be rarin’ to go, this little treat had me rocketing for the launching pad.

Lynn was a world class kisser. My knee-jerk reaction to being anywhere near her was to get hard and want sex. Beth wasn’t far behind on my peter meter.

Lynn’s tongue was batting my tonsils. Beth had a hand playing with my balls, the other pumping away on my lower shaft. Her mouth was sucking my crown, sliding up and down to her hand; her tongue was caressing everything in her mouth. Any wonder my hips began thrusting towards Beth’s face.

Lynn felt my breathing become labored, feeling her butt up with abandon was fanning my flames. Both girls knew I wouldn’t last much longer, wickedly they worked even harder to make me come. Having these two beauties double team me was more than my young body could withstand for long. My balls were tightening, my dick was tingling. I was going to come!

Wrapping my arms around Lynn, hugging her breathless, I drove my tongue into her mouth. Oh yeah, I was coming; I felt the thick fluid pulse through my plumbing. My hips thrust hard into Beth, I could feel her swallowing my semen, which only added to my excitement. Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, I grunted into Lynn’s mouth.

All too soon it was over, but it had been glorious.

So, I came, and they went. Suddenly I was alone on the bed. Struggling to lift my head, I saw the girls walking to the door, a hand on each other’s twitching bum. Lynn grinned at me over her shoulder. “OK, lover. We got you up.” [I’ll say!] “You have to get Jim up.”

Beth tossed in, “But you don’t have to do it the way we did, unless you want to. Oh yeah, ham, eggs and toast will be ready in 5 minutes. Be there or starve until lunch.”

Out the door they went. Though trying to get up at once, it took a least a minute before I found the strength to actually climb to my feet.

“Jim. Get up now or miss breakfast!” I yelled from Lynn’s doorway. Yep, I definitely got the better of the two wake up calls.

I stumbled into the bathroom. Cold water on my face, then soap and warm water under my arms was about it for my washing at that point. Besides, I knew my cock was clean.

When Jim dragged in, I was brushing my teeth. He pretty much repeated my routine.

Going on ahead to the kitchen, I went first to Beth, then Lynn. I grabbed each girl from behind, nestling my penis into her butt crease as I dished out good morning hugs. With each sister, I reached around to grab a breast in each hand, kissed her neck and thanked her profusely for starting my day so nicely. Both fillies gave me a delightful wiggle of her buns as my ‘your welcome’.

After setting out silverware for four, I fetched jam and butter from the fridge, then sat on a breakfast nook bench buttering toast as it popped up. Jim arrived. Lynn slid in beside me; Beth brought the last of the hot food on a big blue and white china platter. Setting it on the table, she scooted in beside Jim. We said a quick prayer of thanks; seems I hadn’t been the only one grateful for the weekend we’d shared thus far.

As fast as it had been to make breakfast, the food disappeared faster still. I offered to clean up, but Lynn said, “No, come help me. We’ll do the dishes together after we’re done outside.”

So we headed upstairs to dress for dirty barn work. Following the naked girls up their staircase was a little bit of heaven I’m here to tell ya!

After yesterday morning, I had a better idea of what needed doing. Lynn and I made a good team. We sailed through the farm work. It was actually fun working when we did it together. Taking advantage of having a few minutes alone with Lynn, I asked about the future now that our ‘honeymoon’ was coming to an end.

From her thoughts it sounded as though things apparently might not be as bleak as I’d first pictured. While I couldn’t just move in with them, I was already spending a lot of time at the Troutman’s.

Part of the remodeling their Dad had done was to turn two small useless rooms off of the Living Room into a Master bedroom. This meant their folks rarely came upstairs anymore, Jim and his sisters usually had the second floor to themselves. As long as the world only thought that Jim was my pal, who’d pay much attention if I slept over at his house a lot.

If the four of us started going places together, who’d pay any mind if I tagged along when ’those nice Troutman kids’ went to the movies, bowling, or wherever. The perfect logic of Lynn’s idea that we never be thought of as boyfriends and girlfriends really sunk in. In our area, kids that were ‘dating’ were inspected like hawks watch a mouse. Adults generally ignored ‘just kids’. During the night we’d have to be very careful, and very quiet, but we should be able to fool around a lot.

Years ago, before oppressive property taxes and giant Agri-businesses, a farmer could make a decent profit. This farm had a modest one-bedroom house that used to be for a hired-man. A few years ago, Mr. Troutman had remodeled it to be a nice guest cottage. During the day, between the guesthouse, the hayloft, Lynn’s car in that dark shed, and other outbuildings, we should be able to be coupling couples without too much trouble.

[God I love this girl.]

Me too brain.

I knew enough biology to worry about someone getting pregnant. Having no erection for the moment, I was able to think rationally long enough to ask. Lynn put my mind considerably at ease. She and Beth were on the same cycle. Young as they were both girls were experts at animal husbandry. They charted themselves as carefully as a million-dollar mare. This weekend was a very safe time. They wanted to go on the pill, but it was almost impossible with their bible thumping parents.

In a rural area like ours a prescription for the pill would hit the gossip mill big time if either girl asked for them. Lynn suggested we all take a day trip to Chicago to visit the Museum of Science and Industry, while we’re there we’d buy a stock of rubbers.

Even if someone found them, “Hell, boys always buy rubbers. Just to impress other boys most of the time.” Lynn said half-jokingly. “Sometimes during the month, maybe you’ll just have to settle for getting sucked off or my butt. Think you can live with that.” She teased me.

“Well, that would be a big sacrifice, but I’ll try to be brave.” I tossed back with a grin. My legs felt wobbly, I was glad she couldn’t tell.

Setting down the bucket I’d been carrying, I hugged Lynn until she could hardly breath, I gave her the best ‘I love you’ kiss I could muster.

“I love you girls, you’re amazing. But I as God is my witness, I’ll always love you the most.” Lynn melted against me, she held me tight. Life was good.

Best guess was her folks wouldn’t return until sometimes during evening chores. We came up with the idea of making a big picnic lunch then heading to a pretty, shady knoll at the rear of the farm where it was private as the moon. You can only get back there via a private dirt road; we’d see anyone coming from a quarter-mile away if their folks got home early for any reason.

“Let’s leave a note that we’re having a picnic. People with something to hide wouldn’t leave a note.” I suggested.

“Now you’re thinking, you’re being coming a devious little shit. I respect that in a lover!” Lynn beamed.

Slipping my work gloves off, I grabbed Lynn again to kiss her. Reaching between us, I unsnapped her tight jeans. It turned me on to no end the way she’d just stare into my eyes and smile when I took control. Lowering her zipper, I reached behind her, then slid my hands into her pants so I could cup her cheeks.

“You, wench, have the sexiest ass in the state. It turns me on that it’s attached to the sexiest brain I’ve ever met.” Guess she liked hearing that, if some very passionate French kisses were an indicator.

What started off to be a show of affection quickly got out of control, we were soon inflamed. Remembering my ‘good morning’ surprise, I decided to do something nice for her. Continuing to knead her butt with my left hand, my right worked around to her front. Worming my way down to her pussy, I used everything I’d learned recently to give Lynn the best hand job I knew how.

Something about simply standing in their barn making out greatly excited us both; my hand fondled her inside of her jeans and panties. Lynn got as wet as I’d ever felt. We couldn’t stop chasing each other’s tongues; we’d rub them against each other so hard they could’ve fused together.

Breathing rapidly into my mouth, Lynn made it obvious I was arousing her beyond the norm, she was EXCITED. Her excitement sent my hormones on a rampage. Her hands found my snap, jerked it open, she yanked my zipper down. Her palm slid into my underwear, gripping my by now throbbing penis. Immediately she began stroking me furiously. Though we could barely breath, we couldn’t pry our mouths apart. The sounds of air being forced in and out as our passion mounted only fanned our flames.

Reaching into my briefs with her other hand, Lynn cupped my balls, almost painfully rolling them through her fingers. Nearing a fever pitch, our lungs mostly exchanged air with each other. I pushed my middle finger up inside Lynn as far as I could go; practically lifting her off the ground, I twirled my finger inside her as fast as I could in the confined space.

As her breathing became extremely ragged, Lynn suddenly shuddered, then leaned heavily into me. At some level, I felt her vagina clamp around my finger and knew I’d made Lynn come; that subliminal knowledge triggered my orgasm. Semen erupted from my penis; its warmth heightened our mutual pleasure as it coated her hand and wrist, in turn making my shaft more slippery and exciting to Lynn. Fluids coated my hand and fingers, resulting in her entire cupped pussy becoming wet, warm, and delightfully slick. Each reacting strongly to our partner’s orgasm, we spiraled into utter bliss.

Gradually, very, very, very gradually, we floated back to earth. We stood there, hands inside each other’s pants for ten minutes. After her major climax, Lynn had several more, but far milder orgasms. I remained firm, dribbling fluids, feeling tingling and mild orgasm-like spasms, for much of that time. Our kissing diminished in its intensity as we regained our breath, yet it heightened in affection and the emotional warmth it conveyed.

Jim and Beth found us standing in the middle of the barn, feeling each other up, lost in our kissing. We were so rapt in each other, we never noticed them pick up the buckets and finish our work. I was glad no one had a camera to record the ‘duuhhh’ look Lynn and I must’ve exhibited when we finally zippered each other up, then tried to figure out where we’d left the buckets. Eventually putting 2 and 2 together, we headed up to the house.

I’m pretty sure we both blushed as Beth greeted our entrance with “Can’t leave you two alone for a minute! Lucky the cattle didn’t starve to death.”

Chapter 31:

Sisters Give A Show, The Boys Get Supporting Rolls

Beth and Jim liked the picnic idea. With their folks having planned to be away all weekend, there was lots of this and that in the fridge we could choose from. Jim dragged their old cooler up from the basement. Beth dug out a pile of old blankets and a couple ratty pillows from the Rumpus Room.

Having tossed in a chunk of ice, bottles of soda pop, food, plus a couple of quart jars filled with lemonade in the cooler, we piled into the ancient farm use only Ford pick up truck for the short ride back to the knoll. Beth drove, Jim and I rode in the back; the rutted dirt road hadn’t been scraped for while so riding in the back could get a bit rough.

This Sunday was a ‘TOP 10’ late Spring day. Warm, but not humid. A perfect day to lay in the shade and let the world go by. The blankets were spread out under an ancient elm tree, which crowned the small hillock. Some to carpet a large area, others to make a big cushion for us to lie on, a couple more remained folded for pillows. That done, we lay down to enjoy the view and the day. Immediately we all ended up napping, apparently Lynn and Jim hadn’t exactly spent all night sleeping either.

Guess I was out an hour or more. When I awoke, Beth and Lynn were sipping from a jar of lemonade. Jim was still out, judging by his sonorous breathing. When Beth spied me watching them, she made a ‘shhh’ sign, then wiggled a finger for me to come-hither.

Grabbing a bottle of Squirt first, I sat between the girls. Beth flashed one of her evil grins, but before I could wonder much about what she was thinking, she hit me squarely between the eyes with “Larry, speak the truth or suffer the consequences… Would you like to have sex with Carly?”

My chin flapped in the breeze as I looked from Beth to Lynn and back. They were clearly enjoying my discomfort. I’m not sure how long it takes to die a thousand deaths, but at the end of that period I answered with a very hushed “Yes.”

“Good boy! Next question. Lynn and I think Carly is super adorable, we’ve always really liked her. OK. Again, answer honestly, would you mind if Lynn and I seduce her?”

My eyes darted from face to face; they were serious!! Was that a solar eclipse or was I merely ready to faint? Ever see the stunt featuring a room filled with primed mousetraps; each trap has a ping pong ball on it, then someone tosses a single ball into the middle of it all. That’s what my head felt like.

As the last balls came to rest I said, “Fine with me.” If I appeared outwardly calm, inside me was a maelstrom.

Lynn took my hand. “Larry, Beth confided about last night. I understand when Carly’s name came up, so did you. Please don’t be angry, or embarrassed. We understand completely. When we first talked about having Jimmy putting his penis inside us, we got so horny we ended up getting each other off. It surprised us, we didn’t realize how we’d secretly felt about having sex with our brother.

Trust us, Beth and I will never tell another soul. But after discussing it, we’d like to have Carly join our little group.”

Beth took my chin and gave me a long tender kiss. “Sugar, Lynn and I need to work out a few details, but we think we could convince her to offer you her cherry.”

Lynn added, “In fact, I think she’ll seduce you. Would you like that?” Lynn caught sight of the movement in my pants; her hand pounced on the snake in my pocket. “I’ll take that as a yes!” she giggled.

“If this works out, you two can have fun when we can’t get together.” added Lynn softly. “Plus, I’d actually feel better if Jimmy wasn’t only having sex with one of his sisters. He needs to marry some nice girl someday.”

“Sugar, just so you know, we both like you boys a WHOLE lot. But I’ve discovered I enjoy feeling up another girl once in a while. We’d really enjoy introducing Carly to sex, then turning her loose on your fine body. But I want to be the first to eat her, Lynn lost the toss, she goes second.”

Lynn decided to have a little fun at my expense. “Have you seen Carly naked lately?” she asked.

“Not in years.” I said, the disappointment in my voice was obvious.

My younger sister was super cute, but also super shy. Our parents acted super prudish so nothing about sex was ever mentioned, discussed or allowed in our house. Naturally, when you’re raised on a farm, you see boy animals get long and hard, then try to put their critter dicks into girl animals. Farm kids learn that sex exists, even get a vague idea of the mechanics. You know that in some way your sister doesn’t look like you do.

I’d last seen Carly naked when she was about nine. I’d walked into the bathroom without knocking because I really, really had to pee. Carly was just getting out of the tub. Today I remembered more about the hell I caught for my intrusion than what she looked like.

These days Carly was extremely “country girl” cute; she’d developed a great figure, but I hadn’t gotten to see much of her body in years. Traditionally, Mom steered her into clothes that hid her figure and kept her covered as much as possible.

“Well…” Lynn leered. “We’ve seen her in the shower on a regular basis after softball. She has long, pointy breasts that look like sugar cones made out of jello. They’re white as snow compared to her tanned arms, but her fat nipples are dark, dark red. Her boobies bounce oh so nice when she walks across a room.

A groan from me at that point only encouraged Lynn to torture me further.

The hair on her pussy is jet black; little, tiny, curly hairs so you can see her pretty pussy really well. Her vulva always looks like she’s excited, puffy and pink in the middle. Her butt is a work of art, sticks way out, but not an ounce of fat anywhere on her body. Yummmmmm!”

“You two are certifiable sex fiends! Do you realize that? And I am so grateful I might add.”

The girls fell on top of me; we had a nice group grope and giggle session. Surprisingly, it didn’t wake up Jim. When our wrestling eventually died down, we moved back to where we’d been lying down. No longer sleepy, I propped myself up on an elbow.

“Lynn, Beth” They looked at me, waiting. “If you two would enjoy making love… I’d… I’d really like to watch, maybe learn some things even.

Lynn stared into my eyes. She smiled a Mona Lisa smile; soft, feminine, mysterious. For the umpteenth time I wished I could read her mind. Her sultry expression made me feel fabulous, but I had no idea what she was thinking.

Leaning towards Lynn, Beth brushed her hair back, then kissed up and down Lynn’s neck. Beth ran her hand over Lynn’s tush, on up her side, just brushing the edge of her breast. Sounding huskier, Beth said, “What do you say Sis, I’ve been aching to eat you ever since Larry mentioned Carly this morning.”

Lynn groped for Beth’s hand, moved it onto her breast, but continued her soul piercing eye contact and enigmatic smile. I felt her smile reaching deep within me. If I’d gotten my wish and could have read her mind, I would’ve been the happiest man on earth. It would’ve also scared the daylights out of me.

Lynn reached behind my neck, gently pulling my lips to hers. Her kiss was like a butterfly alighting upon a flower, a light, delicate contact. Her closed lips fluttered against mine all too briefly, then were gone. Her hand released me.

Gradually I moved back to where I’d been. Opening her eyes, Lynn continued gazing into my eyes as she moved Beth’s hand to her waistband.

Taking her cue, Beth unbuttoned Lynn’s jeans, then lowered the zipper. The sight of Lynn’s light blue pansy-covered panties exposed between the two flaps hit me like a hammer. Lynn’s hand moved behind her, searching until she located Beth’s pussy. Lifting her left leg, Beth allowed Lynn free access to her pleasure center. Lynn firmly caressed Beth several times before reaching higher to unfasten Beth’s jeans then teasingly lower the zipper for my enjoyment.

Beth unbuttoned Lynn’s blouse. Every couple buttons she’d pause to fondle Lynn’s chest, either through her blouse or inside it. After exposing much of Lynn’s left shoulder, Beth’s kissing shifted to her collarbone. Lynn’s hand slid into Beth’s panties, I heard an inrush of air when Lynn’s fingers reached Beth’s moistening genitals. After a minute Lynn removed her hand from Beth’s pants.

Lynn lifted up long enough for Beth to take her blouse completely off before returning to her original position; on her side facing me, eyes still fixed on mine. Beth slid a hand behind Lynn to feel up her buns, then back around to massage her sister’s pussy though her panties. The stimulation of her pussy made Lynn flinch; her eyes closed half way, but still she watched my eyes, drowning me in her sexuality.

Lynn’s hand moved to her own left breast, she lowered the cup, exposing the soft white mound within. Again her hand went behind my neck; it guided me to a position where I could comfortably suckle her teat. Using my one free hand, I fondled and sucked on this gift of nature. Her fingers ran thru my hair many times before leaning towards me.

Kissing the top of my head, Lynn whispered, “I’m going to be busy for a while trying to give Beth the best orgasm she’s ever had. Take your clothes off, but don’t masturbate if you can manage. I have something special for us to do together.” A light touch told me to release her swollen nipple. Reluctantly I complied.

Lynn rolled directly into Beth’s arms, I saw their lips part, their tongues begin a fierce duel. They hugged each other tightly. Hands began to roam. Breasts were fondled. Beth’s blouse was gradually undone, then removed. Shortly, bared breasts were mashed into each other; a hand was at work inside each sister’s panties. Breathing became heavy, louder.

Their remaining clothing became too restrictive. Still kissing, they worked each other’s jeans slowly downwards. Frustration overcame passion; their kissing stopped so they could finally rid each other of their remaining garments.

While the girls were stripping, Jim woke up. Immediately I caught his eye and made a ‘shhhh’ sign via a finger to my lips. Standing, I slowly disrobed, then sat down again on the blankets to set the example. By now my penis poked out from my lap like a young dog begging for attention, so I folded my arms across my chest to lessen the temptation to start petting the puppy.

Lynn and Beth were as deep into each other as two people could be. Any part of either body that could be touched was petted, massaged, licked, or kneaded. With two girls making love, I didn’t know what constituted foreplay or what was just ‘doing it’, so just I watched intently, trying not to think too much.

It was obvious they were getting each other excited out of their minds. Taking liberal mental notes of the things they did, I looked forward to trying out a few things first chance I got.

Lynn rolled onto her back. Beth swung around so her distended nipples hung over Lynn’s mouth; Lynn’s areolas taunted Beth’s eyes and mouth from below. They spent minutes kissing and nibbling each breast in its entirety. Eventually they concentrated on sucking nipples. Seeing Beth’s amazing nipples hanging beneath her, then Lynn sucking them, excited me to the point of almost having to spank the monkey. It was only thinking that I might miss something wonderful with Lynn that gave me the strength to refrain.

Beth crept slowly ahead; her kissing worked down to Lynn’s midsection, leaving four wet, aroused nipples for four aroused male eyes to feast upon. As Beth slowly approached Lynn’s navel, naturally her own became available to Lynn’s active mouth. Beth’s kissing missed few sensitive areas of her sister’s body, but she was steadily gaining upon both of her real goals.

First, she wanted to taste her sister, to feel the unique textures within Lynn’s pussy. She wanted her nostrils filled with the pungent aroma Lynn emitted when excited. To see the anatomy that so resembled her own. To hear the ensuing moans when Beth applied her tongue to Lynn’s most sensitive areas.

Second, her body wanted to get as good as it gave. Unconsciously her system was flooding with hormones, anticipating the ecstasy of Lynn’s mouth soon being busy between her legs. Her flesh remembered the exquisite sensations Lynn’s tongue had given it, it knew their union would produce the glorious orgasm her body craved.

So Beth continued advancing towards her sister’s most erogenous zones, knowing as she did that her own would soon be assailed.

Lynn’s arms went around Beth’s hips, she pulled herself up and onto her younger sister. Lynn dove into Beth just ahead of Beth pushing her face into Lynn. I shifted my vantage point so my eyes could dart from one oral frenzy to the other. They seemed equally avid in their laving of each other; I sensed an intensity that I hadn’t seen their first time, when I’d peeked through the bathroom wall. This time I suspected they were out-of-their-minds horny, were a little more experienced, and now racing towards release.

Jim and I were thoroughly aroused. Our cocks were bouncing; clear seminal fluid emerged from our slits. The sight of Lynn and Beth so obviously lost in a mutual lust had me tremendously excited. The sounds from their love making pushed me to the brink of an orgasm. No matter where I looked, I saw something wondrously exciting. It was becoming nearly impossible to just sit there, yet I couldn’t look away from the erotic girl on girl action before me.

The girls must’ve been getting very close; it looked like they were sucking each other’s clits into their mouths. Hips were rolling, moaning filled the air. Suddenly the moans became near shrieks.

Beth had been holding herself a couple inches above Lynn’s body. She dropped onto Lynn, their tongues began whipping a clit, or drilling into a vagina. Every noise they made became muffled because their faces were pressed so tightly into moist flesh. They rolled onto their sides. Each sister’s hips were humping against the mouth devouring her pussy; their bodies writhed in response to the orgasms they shared. Faces, thighs, butt cheeks, pussies; all were wet and shiny.

The intensity level declined after a minute, but not a great deal. It seemed to me there were starting up again. Their mouths moved back to the top of their slits, back to licking and sucking their clits.

Lynn pulled her face away from her meal just long enough to flash her lust-filled eyes my way, then say, “Fuck us now!”

That said, Lynn shifted her legs so her body took on an “L” shape, Beth still was eating her clit, but her head lay on Lynn’s thigh.

I made one side of a letter “H” shape as I positioned myself behind Lynn’s beautiful ass. Carefully, I guided my penis just under Beth’s nose, straight into Lynn; her body was so very ready for my penetration, she was hot, wet, and pulsating. As I worked myself deeper and deeper into Lynn, she groaned into Beth’s pussy.

Again, I propped up on an elbow so could observe everyone’s activity. As I began pumping my penis in and out of Lynn, Jim followed our example. Guiding Beth’s legs into the position of Lynn’s, soon Jim was stroking into Beth’s sweat covered body, completing our heavenly “H”.

For sure I wasn’t going to last very long, I was too excited from watching the girls. Any chance that I might have had to regain my composure was shattered when I felt Beth’s tongue licking my penis as her tongue ran all around Lynn’s clit. As if that wasn’t enough, peering over the back of her head, I could see Lynn’s tongue thrashing within Beth’s slit. Occasionally Lynn moved her mouth onto Jim’s penis, then I’d see Jim’s shaft getting licked as it drove in and out of Beth.

Lynn was ready to come again. Her undulating hips announced she was about to come again. Her groans declared she was about to come again. A vise-like grip by her vagina said she was about to come again. My body was rapidly turning to jello; I laid down flat so I could thrust harder into Lynn. She came again; I came, flooding her insides as she did.

It was a sweet release. It felt sensational to be gushing into Lynn while my pelvis repeatedly drove against her divine ass. I stared at my shaft; seeing it through the crevasse formed by Lynn’s oval butt cheeks inspired me to slam still harder into Lynn, making her cheeks flex all the more. Each time I saw her buns clutch and relax, my body was inspired into another pumping spasm.

My hard thrusts soon devolved into a lackluster pumping. Lynn had slowed for a time, but she was shooting for big ‘O’ number three. Her pussy rode my still firm shaft; she was also grinding into Beth’s still active tongue. Each girl had only to open her eyes to watch a penis screwing the pussy she was eating, or shift her chin to taste the combined male and female juices seeping from within her sister. The sounds and scents were unavoidable; the girls were bathed in both.

Both girls were unselfish lovers; their devotion to bringing pleasure to their lover continually returned great dividends. Like now. Sensing another chance to get her sister off again, literally diving into the opportunity soon had both sisters well on their way to a third climax.

It didn’t take long. Having come twice had relieved them of the initial mind numbing intensity of ’needing’ to come, now it was more being able to enjoy their coupling and wanting to come for the simple enjoyment of great sex.

Lynn was able to reflect upon the symmetry of their lovemaking. See a hard penis inside Beth, feel a hard penis in my body. Suck her swollen clitoris into my mouth, feel my clitoris sucked into Beth’s mouth. See sperm ooze from inside my sister, feel sperm flow from my contracting pussy. Hear Beth moan as she starts to come again, feel a groan escape from deep within myself.

“I’m coming Beth! Oh God, eat me. EAT ME!”

Chapter 32:

Lynn and Larry and Beth and Jim

No one in our ‘H’ moved very much beyond breathing. I was flaccid, but kept my genitals against Lynn, caressing her buns when I felt strong enough. I was fairly certain Beth and Jim were still lying where they’d been when they surrendered to general fatigue. I was absolutely certain that I was enjoying Lynn’s warmth and Beth’s proximity to my penis too much to move, maybe we all were feeling like that.

Midday had recently passed us by when I was pleasantly surprised by Beth’s hand; she’d begun gently toying with my cock. Over the next several minutes her playing felt better and better. Popping my soft penis into her mouth, she rolled me lazily around with her tongue, petting and stroking me until I many minutes later I regained some firmness.

Now that she had something to work with, Beth teased Lynn’s opening with my crown for a minute. She rubbed my tip up and down her sister’s slit a number of times, before repeating the entire cycle. After fifteen minutes of that delightful stimulation, I was beginning to penetrate fairly deep into Lynn’s yawning vagina.

Soon I had to pull my hips back fairly far for Beth to swing me glans from one sweet receptacle to the other. Jim must have been getting similar treatment, I heard a masculine

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnn.”

that wasn’t mine.

Beth was giving my cock a really long, slow sucking. The foreplay had been amazing, but the next time my cock got inside of Lynn, it was going to stay there until my sperm flowed into her body again.

“Lynn?”

I moved as close to her as I could without pulling from Beth’s mouth. My hand slid over her to search for her breast.

“Lynn.” I repeated. “I want to make love to you if you’re ready. I want to mount you like a stallion does a mare.”

Her hand covered mine as I fondled her teat; squeezing my hand, she pushed her nipple into my palm. By now I knew her well enough to know that meant she liked my suggestion, a lot.

“Beth, I am so enjoying being in your sweet mouth, but it’s time to take your sister for a ride. May I have my penis back, please?” Beth started to giggle with most of me still in her mouth.

“OK, but only since it’s for a good cause.”

Slowly Beth allowed me to slip out from between her lips. Rising to my knees, I helped Lynn do likewise. Turning to hold me, we kissed and fondled each other for several minutes until Lynn was seriously ready for me. Turning away, she leaned forward onto her hands and knees. With her tush aimed straight at me, just like in a Playboy, my heart began to race. I wanted to calm myself; my hips wanted to drive straight into her. Filling my lungs, I exhaled gradually, relaxing myself; I wanted to enter her slowly, to make this a leisurely, careful penetration. I clearly wanted this ride to last if I could manage it.

Lifting my cock, my knees crept ahead far enough that my penis wedged between my belly and her tush. Stretching forwards, I ran my hands across her back, sides, then underneath Lynn onto her breasts. I kissed her back and shoulders while grinding my penis between her buns; Lynn ground back, eliciting a moan from me, then from her. Only too ready to mount her, I ran my fingertips down into her slit. Fondling and probing to confirm a near certainty, Lynn was indeed wet and slippery; she was ready for me as well.

Raising myself upright, Lynn’s cheeks were rounded and prominent enough that I couldn’t see my target. I reached under her from behind to better judge where her opening was. Slipping a finger inside Lynn, I felt her up for a moment, then aimed my erection using my other hand. My glans slid against my finger then on into Lynn. Slowly pushing ahead, I sank into my sexy lover. My analytical brain knew I was sliding into a pussy I’d been inside before, but my body felt something brand new.

There is something to me about what I now know to be called ‘doggy’ style that literally rubs me differently than other positions. My brain exploded, I saw fireworks! I experienced sensations that made for a first time type experience. Jeez, I almost came before I finished my first stroke. Wobbling, I had to lean on Lynn to support myself.

“Oh my God.” escaped my mouth.

Lynn was worried about me, I had to stop and explain how profoundly this position effected me. Sweetheart that Lynn is, she told me to climax if I needed to, not to worry about her.

Meanwhile, Beth got on all fours, at a slight angle so she could kiss Lynn. While I was holding still, trying to recover a measure of self-control, Jim moved behind Beth, mounting her. The look on his face told me he knew EXACTLY what I was feeling.

“Holy shit.” was all Jim could say.

Trying again, I found by making little short strokes, it still felt heavenly, but didn’t threaten to trigger my orgasm as easily. Every dozen strokes I’d withdraw for a long stroke. I’d still get that knee-buckling tingle on those long strokes, but if I didn’t do more than 1 or 2 at a time, I could just manage my self-control.

Seeming to enjoy this position, Lynn’s pelvis was almost constantly in motion. Sometimes her hips would tip forward and back, sometimes her butt moved in a small circle, like it was cleaning a window. Whatever she did just made the sex all that much better. I especially liked it when her tush moved in circles, I could feel my glans twirl inside her, pushing against her velvety walls.

Reaching under Beth as they kissed, Lynn began to milk Beth’s teat the same way I learned to milk a cow by hand when the power went out. Very sexy looking, I thought. My eyes latched onto Jim’s cock as it moved, piston-like, in and out of Beth. Both girls had such exquisite butt’s; watching an erect cock disappearing then withdrawing between their cheeks seriously aroused me. Incrementally, I felt my penis swell; the

“Mmffph”

Lynn sounded into Beth’s mouth told me she felt it as well.

Beth was trying to keep their kiss going, but Jim was going for long, hard strokes. Beth finally wanted to concentrate on Jim’s penis. Her head went back, her eyes closed, her whole body began to rock back to meet his thrusts. Staccato

‘uuuhHHNnn’, ‘uuuhHHNnn’, ‘uuuhHHNnn’

sounds were pushed out of Beth.

Lynn continued milking her nearest breast, Beth’s other teat swung sexily beneath her.

The sharp

PIAK, PIAK, PIAK

as Jim banged into Beth’s backside captured my imagination. Unable to take my eyes off their sexual union, I was taking longer strokes in and out of Lynn without meaning to; I was surfing Jim’s wave as he rode into Beth. Clearly he was going to come inside her from behind, and I wanted to watch it happen.

Happily, I didn’t have to wait. Abruptly Jim grabbed onto Beth’s hips firmly, driving insanely into them. Beth ground her rear end into Jim’s crotch while making gurgling sounds that announced the arrival of her orgasm.

Looking straight down between Lynn’s cheeks. I stared at my shaft. In, out, in out. Sometimes I’d glimpse my red glans.

[Wow, that’s really MY penis inside Lynn. Oh, wow!]

The more excited I became, the greater the sex-induced stupor I felt. Grabbing Lynn’s hips, only one thought occupied my thinking. Each time my hips sprang back automatically, ‘push in deep, push in deep, push in deep’ flashed in my head. And flashed, and flashed, until I couldn’t even think of that much. My mind switched off; I came. My brain passed out; my body took over the happy task of pumping thick semen into the highly desirable female I was joined with.

Bang, bang, bang, spurt, spurt, spurt. I was moving Lynn forward from the force of my thrusts. I felt her hand grab my balls, then wildly strum her clit. My brain only gradually came back online; I was dimly aware Lynn must have come, I felt her contractions milking my penis for it’s liquid contribution to the process of procreation.

[God, it feels wonderful inside this girl!]

For sure, brain. For sure.

Slowly I wilted onto Lynn’s back. She turned her head so we could share an awkward kiss. Reaching around her I fondled both breasts. Her nipples were hypersensitive judging by her reaction, so I tried milking her breasts the way I’d seen her do for Beth. Meanwhile, I remained semi-erect; I’d never stopped my humping motion. My glans became so sensitive I had to limit myself to short, slow, mini-strokes.

“Lay on your back.” I whispered in Lynn’s ear.

She rolled over. I got between her legs, then stretched out on top of her so we could kiss. I was still firm enough that I could slip myself back into her pussy and very, very gently screw her was we kissed. As good as the main event had felt, it was impossibly pleasant and satisfying as we did our gentle post-coital lovemaking. God how I loved the way I could lose myself in Lynn.

We lost all track of time. Eventually Lynn and I realized Jim and Beth were stuffing their faces. Lynn joked, “We better get over there or there’ll be nothing left.” So we joined in the effort to hunt down and eliminate all the remaining leftovers.

Following a nice, big, late lunch, we yakked. Four voices all sounding a bit subdued because our honeymoon weekend would soon be over. Before long we’d have to go back for chores. Mr. & Mrs. Troutman could be home any time now. My folks would be expecting me home for Sunday night dinner, our big family meal. They’d be royally ticked if they didn’t see me at all this weekend; especially now, I needed to keep them happy.

Snuggling up to Lynn, I planned to whisper in her ear. Which I did, but it took a while because I choose the scenic route to her sensitive lobe. First I sucked a nipple without warning, then nibbled my way to her ear via a trail of kisses across her breasts, over her shoulder, and up her neck. “I love you, Lynn. But before we run out of time, I’m going to jump your sister, because that will make you happier. Am I right?”

Lynn has a special kiss she gives me when I’ve pleased her. I got that kiss.

Standing, I walked over to Beth, holding my hand out to her. Though she had a suspicious expression, Beth allowed me to pull her to her feet. I gently pulled her into my arms, leaned in, then gave her my very best soul kiss until I felt her go a bit limp in my arms. When I scooped her up in my arms, Beth wore an amused, but ’this is fun’ smile.

“I want to make love to you, any objections?” I asked. “None at all sugar.” Beth purred back.

Carefully I lowered her onto a cushioned spot a couple steps away where I proceeded to make love to Beth until the cows literally came home.

When Jimmy and Lynn moved into a 69, I barely noticed. Apparently I was actually becoming accustomed to our foursome trading partners.

Both fairly drained, Beth and I kissed, caressed and fondled each other like the friends and lovers we’d become. Our foreplay was loving, unhurried, and oh so sweet. We were patient, so much ’tension’ had been released today we were mighty relaxed.

Beth had to use some of her best stuff to get my pooped penis to pop up, but her skills eventually brought my favorite subject up. When I finally mounted Beth it was long past the time when we were both first ready, but the waiting was worth it. It was glorious when we finally merged.

For a time I made love to Beth in the missionary position; it was awesome. Our pace was slow, relaxed; a nice, long, comfortable screw. When I asked her how she wanted to finish, Beth rolled me onto my back, then rode my penis until she came.

Being able to use both my hands on her breasts was sensational. Her eyes were often closed; she wore a neat dreamy expression, even while she came. Close as I was, I held back because I wanted to come inside Beth doggie style; she had looked SO sexy doing it before.

As soon as Beth was with it again, I moved her onto her hands and knees. Sure enough, after three strokes from behind, I felt myself pumping away inside her. Aaaaahhh, Nirvana. When my last drop drained, we lay down together so we could cuddle, fondle, talk and kiss until it was time to dress and go back to take care of farm chores.

Back at the house, Lynn dropped off Jim and Beth at the barn but asked me to stay with her. She suggested I go on home, they’d take care of the barn work. She pointed out it was probably better if I didn’t run into her folks until I had more time to practice my game face.

“After all, you did spend the weekend screwing their daughters.” she laughed a lusty laugh.

Boy did Lynn make good sense, from that instant, I couldn’t wait to exit stage right.

Getting out of the pick up, we hugged; we just stood there holding each other for a couple minutes.

“Can I look forward to hitting the Drive In Friday night?” I asked. The special Lynn kiss I got told me I could count on it.

It was time to leave for home, my first bad moment of a fabulous weekend.