You get a better class of person at orgies, because people have to keep in trim more. There is an awful lot of going around holding in your stomach, you know. Everybody is very polite to each other. The conversation isn't very good but you can't have everything. Gore Vidal
I grew up in California but my family was from Tennessee. After marrying, my dad never went back to the hometown, instead looking for the American dream which, for him, happened to be in California, at least he thought so. I will say they mostly found it, lucky for me. One uncle also escaped Tennessee in the Navy. He was stationed in San Francisco several times as I grew up and so I had cousins I grew up with, my only cousins since the rest of the family was in Tennessee. One cousin, Billy, got interested in the family after we grew up and traced our ancestors back to Ireland. It turned out that our direct ancestor came from the Old Sod and settled in Carolina. From there, searching for land his son went over the mountains and into Tennessee and grabbed a bunch of land. He was one of the first white men in the State. He also married a Cherokee woman and was accepted into the local tribe by marriage. His descendents had spread out all over that part of Tennessee.
Billy talked me into a road trip back to Tennessee one summer in college to meet the family and incidentally set this story in motion. I wasn’t really interested in going to Tennessee. Born and raised in California, everything east of the Sierra Mountains had always seemed hopelessly ‘Middle America’ - corn fed, out-of-date, parochial, Norman Rockwellish.
For the most part, my prejudices were confirmed, except… I met a kissin’ cousin and fell madly in lust, an emotion which turned out to be reciprocated, which over time developed into a deep abiding love. Teri was more than happy to move to California. We went after our own version of the American Dream; I worked, she got pregnant, and raised our daughter, Molly, a good Irish name for our Irish lass, red-haired, pale-skinned and green-eyed like her mother.
Molly was in middle school when one morning, she came out to breakfast wearing a new nighty her mom had just given her. It was her first ‘grown up’ night wear. My eyes bugged out. Where had my little girl gone? Molly had hips and a waist. The filmy material hid nothing, it accented all. She had grown into her long legs, which just a little while before had looked coltish on her, now they looked dazzling. At their juncture she had a dark reddish patch of what had to be hair. My little girl? And she had developed boobs. Where had those come from?
“Morning, Daddy,” she said.
It sounded like Molly. “Morning.” I croaked trying to get my composure. Where had my little girl gone to be replaced by this suddenly sexy young woman?
I looked over to see Teri who was trying to stifle a laugh. Her eyes danced with mirth and I could tell it was at my expense which only made it worse.
Molly grabbed something from the ‘Frig and said, “Mom, I’ll just have yoghurt this morning.” She grabbed a spoon and was back out the door.
Teri came over and sat at the table in our breakfast nook. “Where’s my little girl?” I asked.
She patted my hand. “We’ll talk about it tonight.”
That night, after dinner and TV, Molly tottered off to bed, Teri went out to the kitchen and brought back a couple glasses of wine and sat down. “Let’s talk about Molly.”
“Jesus, yesterday she was my little girl. This morning I almost didn’t recognize her.” I said.
“She is going to be thirteen in a few months. My mom called this morning and asked if we were bringing Molly to the family reunion this year,” Teri said portentously. Having been married for so long I could tell just by her voice there was more to that statement.
“Yes?” I said prompting her.
“Your mom wasn’t family, was she?” Teri asked.
What the hell did that have to do with anything? “No, dad met her when he was in the army. She was from Seattle.”
“Tim, I am going to tell you some things. Keep an open mind until I tell you it all. Promise?” she said.
“Um, sure.” I wondered what I had just promised.
“Our family is different than many, being from the hill country. Okay, we were hillbillies. And we were one family, well, really more of an extended clan. Because of that we developed our own ways of doing things back then. No one knows for sure when some of these customs started but as far back as people remember, the family has been following these customs,” she said.
“Like what?” I asked, curious now. I didn’t know anything about the Tennessee side of the family as dad never talked about it and mom wouldn’t have known anything.
Teri took a deep breath and let it out. “You promised," and launched into a little presentation. "It has been a tradition that when a girl turns thirteen she is considered a woman and is able to decide things for herself, even marriage and especially sex, who and when. Because of that it became tradition that at thirteen the girl would be inducted you might say into womanhood. On her thirteenth birthday she would have sex for the first time.”
“Teri, that is way too young.”
“Ha,” she said. She proceeded to pull out a file folder full of studies and polls from around the country showing that more than half of the girls in the US were having sex before their 14th birthday, maybe as high as 20% by age ten. The evidence was overwhelming and I had to admit to myself as well as her, I didn’t have a leg to stand on. Obviously, my wife had been preparing her case for some time.
“Remember, this tradition goes way back,” she continued.
“So the girls in Tennessee pick some guy on her birthday and bang him?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No, the tradition is that she learns from her dad, and if he can’t, from her oldest brother.”
I sputtered as Teri laughed.
“Calm down,” she said giggling. That upper cut had me groggy and on the ropes so she kept up the attack. “That’s to prepare her for the reunion. On the last night of the reunion, all the young kids are shuttled off to a local lake for a kiddy campout. All the girls that turned thirteen are given the choice of any man they want. That gets the real party going. It’s an all-clan orgy that lasts all night.”
“You’ve been to this party?” I asked.
“I’ve been to every one after I turned thirteen till we moved out here,” she said
"And you never told me that you've been going to orgies since you were thirteen," I huffed.
She raised her eyebrows at my demeanor. "Is it any wonder?"
I have been married long enough to know immediately that I was going to be losing that line of argument by her confidence so I changed tactics. “And you don’t mind all these older men demanding sex?” I asked.
“You’ve got it wrong. I told you. It’s the women who run the sex. The guys don’t do the asking, they get asked, if they behave and look good.” Teri could see I was stunned, to put it mildly. “Let me explain why I think this started. It looks like hillbilly inbreeding, right?” I nodded since that is exactly what it looked like to civilized me. Those people are different therefore uncivilized. Teri wasn't going to let my uninformed assumptions go unchallenged. “Not really. A little less than half of the adults are married into the clan. The orgy actually brings a lot of genetic diversity into the clan by spreading around those outside genes. It’s funny how many people have February and March birthdays, nine months after the reunion. I think it was a way to avoid inbreeding by getting all sorts of different folks together and making babies, jumbling up the gene pool for the good of all.” Teri gave me a wicked smile. “People look forward to reunion night as it is called all year long. ‘See you at the reunion,’ has a whole different meaning.”
"Jesus," was all I could say. Then I remembered, Molly.
"And your mother asked about Molly? No Fucking Way!" I huffed, my Judeo-Christian upbringing coming to the fore without thought.
Teri simply looked at me with that look that a wife can give a husband.
"What?" I said, calming down some. Then, "Teri," I whined. She just kept waiting for me to capitulate, which I did. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph." I wasn't a practicing Catholic but being Irish I had been raised in parochial schools and had in drummed into me from the time I could talk. Since then, I have really studied the early Biblical history and could no longer believe in it. The facts simply didn't allow a rational mind to believe. There are too many, ‘you have to have faith’ explanations to explain away all of the factual contradictions and pure nonsense in the Bible. But being raised Catholic you could never truly leave it. The church had two thousand years of practice at instilling mind control in little kids through their schools. Once brainwashed always brainwashed. "What if a girl gets pregnant?"
"Back in the old days it was a proposal of marriage. There was always some fellow involved who needed a wife. Nowadays, most girls bring condoms unless they are on the pill. I took Molly to our Doctor last month and she's already started so she'll be perfectly safe, on her birthday and for the reunion."
Teri let me stew for a while. Three days later, a manila folder showed up on my desk. In it were all sorts of articles about genetic diversity, incest, age of consent. The ones that hit home were the incest articles, and how variable the taboo was. I had always thought it was an absolute and everyone felt that same way. In fact, the taboo has always been around but what is considered wrong and right has varied widely. It’s like the age of consent laws. 14 is okay here, but two steps that way and 17 is a felony. Anything so irrational in application obviously has no real sane purpose, at least as applied. It is irrational and I try to be rational. When my own prejudices run smack into an irrational wall I fight to adopt the rational view, even if I have to fight through my upbringing and society's rules.
A few nights later, after I wrestled with the angel, I asked Teri. “Okay, I read all the stuff. Do you really think Molly is going to buy into this? She wasn’t raised a hillbilly,” I said, hiding behind her as my last line of defense.
“Don’t insult your own family,” she said with a smile. “Actually, dear. I have been talking with her for some time. She started asking questions when her body blossomed. That led into discussions about sex, which led into our unique family, and that led into the reunion. As for her willingness, I had to stop her from pulling you into her bed that night. I told her she had to wait for her birthday. Dear, she isn’t just willing; she is champing at the bit. You have to remember, her body is filled with more ‘want sex’ hormones now than it ever will be again. She thinks it is a great idea and she wants to go back for the reunion this year. So, if you decide you don’t want to, well, be ready to break her heart.”
“That isn’t fair,” I protested, Teri having obliterated all of my objections and defenses.
Teri smiled as she patted my arm. “Life seldom is.”
My perceptions were hyper sensitive after that. I noticed, or at least I thought I noticed Molly looking at me differently.
The weeks leading up to her birthday were agonizing. My dreams were filled with images of wild unbridled sex but nothing was said during the day by Teri or Molly. It was as if nothing special was about to happen.
On her birthday, Teri said we were taking her to her favorite restaurant to celebrate. When we got home, Teri had fixed a cake which we all shared with ice cream. As we sat back, Teri asked Molly, “What do you want for your birthday?”
Molly blushed red, then as if practiced said, “I want Daddy to make me a woman.”
Teri nodded, “It is your right. As of tonight, you are a woman.” They both stood up as I sat there stunned. It was going to happen. The whole thing had an unreal sense to it, for me. “Come on,” she said to me leading Molly and me to her bedroom, all pink like a girl’s bedroom which of course it is. “Change into your robe,” she said to me. When I had changed and joined them in Molly’s room Teri smiled and touched Molly’s cheek. “A woman only has one day like this her life. It should be special.” Teri gave Molly a kiss and left us together in the bedroom.
I had resolved that if this did happen I would do the best I could for her and I would.
Molly looked at me and blushed. “I’m so nervous. Daddy, I have been going crazy thinking about tonight. Is it okay I want sex so much?”
"I know exactly how you feel, sweetie," I replied as I slipped my hands under her short skirt and gently massaged Molly’s firm, pert, butt, "I've had to relieve myself several times a day to keep from going insane with desire while I waited for today to get here." The mutual confession of unrequited lust was followed by a long deep kiss during which my robe came untied and Molly's panties were pushed down onto her thighs leaving her virgin pussy open to my exploring fingers. Getting down on my knees, I unbuttoned Molly's blouse then, with a hand on each side of Molly's chest, just below her armpits, gently kissed then sucked on each of her pert nipples as Molly shrugged the loose blouse onto the floor. Molly moaned deeply as her nipples grew hard in my warm sucking mouth and wrapped her arms around my head.
"It feels so good when you do that," Molly said as I ran my hands down over her sides, over her hips, then down her thighs pushing Molly's panties the rest of the way down her legs. Holding onto my head, Molly kicked her shoes off and stepped out of her underwear without pulling her nipple from my greedy, sucking mouth. I moved my mouth to Molly's other nipple as I brought my hands up the back of her legs to her firm young ass. I unzipped her skirt which fell to the floor leaving her gloriously naked.
"You have no idea how much I've looked forward to the taste of your body," I said as I released Molly's nipple and kissed up Molly's neck while I got off my knees and held her tightly against my naked body.
"Here," I said turning and slipping my arm around her waist, "I can't wait even one second longer, I've got to taste that sweet pussy of yours, or I'll go insane right here on the spot." With my strong arm around my naked daughter, I led Molly to the bed. I sat on the edge of her bed and, with Molly standing between my thighs, my hard cock pressing against her flat young girl’s belly, and once again showered her cute body with kisses.
"Your nipples are wonderful," I could hear myself gushing, almost as if I were, once again, a young boy playing with my first set of schoolgirl tits, discovering the power of sexuality for the first time, "I love the way they feel as they get hard in my mouth." Molly blushed, embarrassed to have her handsome sexy daddy praise her nipples so extravagantly. Taking Molly's nipple between my lips once more, I slipped my hand between Molly's firm young thighs. Molly clung to my head with both hands and spread her legs in eager welcome. My experienced fingers quickly found her already hard clitoris and stroked it gently while I planted kisses on her young girl neck. The heat of Molly's body next to mine drove me to an even higher state of erotic excitement. All of the fantasies I had for years of fucking a young virgin were coming to fruition; and even kinkier, she was my daughter and my libido nearly overflowed with perverse energy. Nothing gets the engine running like a little kinkiness.
Molly's mouth found mine and our tongues danced and slithered around each other's as my finger moved to the still virgin hole between her legs and pushed gently into it. I could feel the vibration of Molly's moan through our tightly connected lips. While I kissed her, gently exploring her virgin opening. Without breaking the passionate kiss, I picked Molly up and laid her on her back on the bed. She looked so young, so innocent, so virginal and small I felt like she was made of air. With lips still connected and tongues still exploring each other's mouths, I climbed onto the bed and crouched over her naked body, her knees splayed open on each side of me.
Hovering over her, greedily preparing for penetration, I starting kissing at Molly's forehead, kissed, licked, smelled, felt, and tasted every inch of my young lover's body. Molly's disappointment was obvious, and verbal, when I bypassed her young redolent pussy on the way down to her feet. As I worked my way back up her firm, smooth-skinned, legs, Molly urgently pushed them apart as far as she could, wanting me between them, filling her with her first cock. Lying on my stomach with my face only a couple of inches from my daughter's crotch, my cock pressed under me throbbing with my desire, I firmly kneaded her inner thighs while looking at the object of my obsession. Molly's pussy lips seemed larger and puffier than I would have expected for a virgin; undoubtedly the result of weeks of anticipation and the arousal she had experienced under my fingers and tongue.
I lowered my head and placed an almost chaste kiss on the moist slit in front of me. The smell of her young girl's excited pussy drove me almost to the point of orgasm as I extended my tongue and parting her nether lips, gently moved the tip up and down the warm, smooth folds of Molly's pussy. With one open hand on each of her thighs, I used my thumbs to pull her pussy open, then began the serious business of thoroughly tongue fucking my thirteen-year-old lover's virgin pussy.
After three increasingly intense orgasms, Molly displayed no shyness when she sat up and pushed me onto my back, and as my cock bounced high in the air, Molly straddled my hips, sitting high as she placed my thick cock right in her center, looked at me and smiled, a bit apprehensively. “Oh Daddy, I have been looking forward to this,” and settled down, gravity pulling her down as my shaft spread her apart and pierced her for the first time. She was so wet and ready from the licking she hardly noticed the pain as my cock split the fringe of her hymen and filled her. Molly loved the feeling of stretching, being filled as she settled all the way down on my cock. “Oh God,” she moaned.
I couldn’t believe how tight she was as my cock was massaged by the trembling walls of her pussy, pulsing around my shaft. I too, realized how lucky it was that her pussy was awash in her juices of arousal and my spit. After a moment, she began fucking herself on a man’s cock for the first time. I helped by grabbing her small firm ass and guiding her, up and down, around and back and forth until she got the primal rhythm of sex and began moving faster and faster, the feeling of impending climax driving her on. My cock was ready to explode almost as soon as she engulfed me, the intensity of my libido from fucking a young virgin surging like an electric storm in my body. Lucky for me, the recent orgasms had Molly on a sensual high and soon she exploded in her first man produced climax. The was it for me, all the anticipation of this moment exploded in my body as my balls rumbled and emptied themselves into her tight pulsing pussy, filling her time after time with sticky cum which poured from her every time my cock surged back filling her to the brim.
One last spasm and I fell back onto the bed. Molly collapsed onto my chest. We lay as though dead, recovering from the intensity of our mating. Molly moved up beside me to rest in my arms, both of us relaxing.
The next thing I remember was Teri’s voice, “Wake up sleepyheads. Breakfast is almost ready.”
Molly, lovely Molly was in my arms gently breathing. She wasn’t about to get up and I had a responsibility. So I tickled her. She levitated out of bed and I followed grabbing for her. We went round the room once when she turned on me. I stopped, then laughed in joy. There was my lovely daughter, her red hair all in disarray, naked as a jay bird and looking so sexy. “You look beautiful,” I said.
She smiled, then said, “I have to pee,” and ran out of the room.
I went to our bath and showered. By the time I made it to the kitchen, Molly had showered and was wolfing her breakfast. I sat down and she gave me a beaming smile which I returned.
Teri sat down after putting pancakes in front of me. “How was it?”
Molly looked up a big smile on her face.
“That good, huh?” Teri asked.
“Oh, mom. It was better than I thought it would be.”
“Good. So can I have him back?”
Molly’s face fell. “But, I thought you said he would take time and teach me stuff, lots of stuff.”
Teri smiled an impish smile, “Oh that’s right, I did say that.”
Knowing her leg had been pulled, Molly said, “Mom, that’s not fair.” Then she asked her, “I mean, how is this going to work. Like, how often do I, you know, get dad?”
I wondered this myself.
“Well, let’s see. The reunion is in three months. I know you’ll want to be proficient before then. How about you can borrow dad two nights a week till the reunion.” Teri answered.
I did the math in my head and thought I’d be out of ideas way before then.
Apparently Molly did the same math and came up with a different answer. “That’s cool, Mom. Thanks a lot. I am so looking forward to the reunion now.”
Teri laughed, “There are lots of folks looking forward to it.”
Three months later we were on a plane to Dallas to change planes for Knoxville. True to her word, Molly had carefully commandeered me twice a week. I could tell her mom had been coaching her as she would usually have a specific thing she wanted to try every time; maybe a new position or a new act, whatever it was that week. Not that I minded. You have to understand I did my duty willingly.
This was Teri’s first trip home with her family since we had married. She had gone home for weddings and things like that, but I had always begged off. I had no desire to go to Tennessee. I had seen it once and that was enough. I felt like I had stolen the best thing in Tennessee and taken her to California. What was left?
Her family met us at the airport and was instantly in love with Molly, their first granddaughter. As soon as we were in the car, Molly was talking a mile a minute asking Grandma all about the reunion. Grandma just kept saying things like, “You all will have a fun time,” “There’ll be lots of kids your age, Dear.” I could tell Molly was a bit frustrated but didn’t let on.
They owned a nice farm in a river valley east of Knoxville. When we pulled in the horses came up to the fence to greet us. Molly took one look and ran over. What is it about girls and horses? Grandma came out of the houses with an apple cut into pieces and showed Molly how to feed the horses without getting nipped.
In the meantime, Pappy was carrying luggage so I helped him. We got put in a room that had been Teri’s room. It was still a girlish room. I noticed one bed. Teri came in and looked around and sighed. “I used to love this room. So much…”
I raised my eyebrows and looked at the one bed.
She giggled. “You know, when I was growing up I used to think how big that bed was. Now… There are just making it convenient. They know it is Molly’s first time. We’ll just have to snuggle.”
I set the luggage down and we all headed for the living room. Pappy was there and said, “Girl you sound like you is from California. What happened to you?”
“Pop. I am from California. I lost my accent.”
“You didn’t lose nuthin. You got yerself a stupid fureign accent, like them folks on the TV. At least try to talk like you was from here,” he said vehemently.
“What about Tim and Molly?” Teri asked.
“They cain’t help they selves, now can they? But you don’t got to sound like a fureigner.”
“Shush, Pappy. You sound like a redneck.” Mom said.
He looked pained but held his peace. “This your first reunion?” she asked me.
“Yes, I didn’t know anything about them growing up.” I said.
“Well, I suppose it is more important to a girl but your Pappy could have told you,” she said.
“Damn right. Your pappy loved the reunion let me tell you,” he said. It seems that my dad and Teri’s dad grew up together. Over the next couple hours, Pappy told me all sorts of things I’m sure my dad wouldn’t have wanted me to know, Like the time they stole a chicken and took it down to the swimming hole. They built a fire and tried to cook the chicken. They didn’t know squat about cooking a bird and all they managed was to blacken the skin. When they bit into the bird, it was raw inside. Made my daddy sick to his stomach. My dad lost his lunch right there while his cousin, Pappy, laughed his ass off not having yet bitten into his. That explained to me why to this day, my dad will not eat chicken. Pappy had me rolling with his stories. My dad was going to have some explaining to do.
Like most farm families they turned in early, so we did as well. I was first in and took the middle of the bed. Teri snuggled in on one side of me and Molly, last out of the bath, snuggled in on the other. Now, this probably sounds just fine. But I am a California boy. I was not used to the nights being 80 degrees and 95% humidity. I was roasting alive and had a human heater on each side. I was dripping sweat in no time. How do people live like this? I kept asking myself. I must have fallen asleep sometime since I remember waking up: hot, sticky, and tired.
I dragged myself into the shower and had a cold shower which seemed to revitalize me some. Teri and Molly while affected didn’t take the humidity as hard as I did. Breakfast was on the table and Pappy was already out doing chores. I felt like a slug-a-bed but couldn’t help it.
After a hearty country breakfast, we loaded up the truck and headed off to the Cherokee Mountains. Teri’s mom filled me and Molly in on the history of the clan and the reunion. It goes as far back as anyone can remember. The campground is now in a national forest named after Mabel O’Hara who was the clan leader when it was absorbed into the National Forest. Seems that the O’Hara clan has always understood that women really run the world. The clan has a standing reservation for this week that goes back to the first year the National forest existed.
The first few days are just a normal camping vacation, mostly the youngsters playing and swimming in the pool made by damming the creek which runs through the campground. Oh yes, most the folks don’t bother with swimsuits, so it was an old fashioned skinny dipping swimming hole. I saw Molly’s eyes get big as I was pretty sure we hadn’t brought swimsuits. The adults tended to sit around and visit, or play horseshoes or bocce ball on the grass meadow. The clan played the old fashioned game from England where you chased the ball around the field rather than playing on a court.
In less than an hour we pulled into the campground, we had to open the gate which is kept closed to keep the tourists out, and we headed in. Pappy went to ‘our’ place and parked. Teri and I set up the two tents where mom said to and Molly helped unloading. Pappy had lit off to the bar-b-que pits. Seems he was one of the official pitmen. They were drinking beer when I went over to be introduced around. There were two long pits with spits big enough for a whole cow or three pigs. There were right near the creek which flowed fast here and had two water wheels. The spits could be hooked up to the water wheels which would turn them for the hours and hours it took to slow cook all the meat.
Pappy was explaining that the pigs took all day and the cow would be started the day before and would slow cook for close to 24 hours. The idea of the slow cooking was to get the temperature close to 225f and keep it there so the low heat would gradually break down the connective tissue in the meat leaving it fall off the bone tender.
As the day wore on, relatives would come by to say hello and get introduced to the ‘Californy’ relatives and to say hi to Teri and folks. Mid afternoon, even though we were under the trees, it was getting to be unbearable. So I decided to try the swimming hole. Mom said, “Hold on, I got a towel you can wear over to the swimming hole.” She grabbed a towel, pointed to our tent and said, “Change out of your clothes in there.” I guess there was a protocol. Swimming nekid was okay but walking around that way wasn’t. Teri asked her mom for a towel and followed me into the tent. Molly had a look on her face, half I want to go and half fear of looking silly, a teenage condition. He grandma threw her a towel and, “Scat, get changed.” She left no room for argument. Molly hurried into the tent.
The three of us walked, me and Molly self-consciously, to the hole. No one else even seemed to notice. At the hole, a beautiful clear pool formed by a cut in the soft rocks, the water so clear you could see the sandy bottom and a tree trunk fallen in as well as a few rocks, Teri threw aside her towel and jumped off a rock and into the pool. I tossed my towel with hers and followed her into the pool. Instantly, I was cooled off since the water was coming straight off the mountains. I looked back to see Molly arguing with herself. Teri smiled and waved her in. She glanced around before tossing her towel aside and hurried to jump in. We played in the pool for a while. I noticed a strange migration as teen boys, like metal drawn to a lodestone, were soon jumping in the pool. That drew the teen girls. In short order the pool was teeming with teenagers. Teri and I knew we weren’t, uh, in the right demographic and got out, dried off and went back to camp. We could hear the shouts of Marco Polo. Nothing like a game where you get to grope the other gender while pretending to have your eyes closed.
I found out later that the teens did a lot of negotiating and sizing each other up in the pool. Some of the ‘old hands’ made dates for the last night. Molly was one of the centers of attention as a ‘new’ girl. Several boys asked her who she was going to choose and when she didn’t have a pre-selected boy they started competing for her, uh, affections. Nice for the ego. She was walking on air when she came back that afternoon and couldn’t help but look forward to the orgy.
Teri and I spent the rest of the day lounging and meeting her and the families’ old friends. Several guys obviously remembered Teri, fondly, and obliquely asked about the last night. I expect that to save my feelings, she gently fended off all questions.
Teri’s mom joined another lady in the next camp place to put on a dinner to feed a nation. They were old friends having camped side by side since they were little themselves. Teri and I went down to the pool for a quick dip to cool off before trying to sleep.
The next day was the penultimate day and you could feel the tension, the expectation in the air like an incoming thunderstorm. Early in the day, the men got a roaring fire going in the pits. They let that burn down to coals. From then on a few hardwood logs were added just to keep it going at the exact right temperature. About noon, a truck pulled in. The guys got the spit and ran it through an entire cow. All the young men were detailed to lift it onto the fire. They hooked it up to the water wheel which slowly turned that monster beef. Only the old masters were allowed to touch the fire now.
Molly went off the pool again as the teens congregated for more match making. I watched to make sure she was okay. I noticed something else; every once in a while some of the older kids, paired up and would wander off away from the pool. I asked Teri and she laughed. “Sweetie, if you had spent the last reunion screwing with that person, and you are sixteen, could you wait until tomorrow?”
I laughed and agreed no way.
“The adults tend to be more discreet. There is a little tent trading at night, but most try to wait for the last night,” she explained.
I could feel the expectation electrifying the air. That night it was a big hootenanny, all the musicians playing dancing music as people danced and sang and just plain had fun. Molly was having the time of her life as all the guys wanted to dance with one of the Coming Out girls. I even got up and made a fool of myself with Teri and mom, and then got roped into dancing with several other ladies.
Tired, we turned in early, the party still going strong. The next morning, things started slowly as many of the men folk had been pretty lubricated the night before. It was a sad looking lot of cookers who hoisted the pigs over their fire pit and got them turning and cooking. They would cook all day long.
More folks were still coming in and setting up tents all around the meadow. I noticed that a lot more small tents were being set up, even in the camps that had only one tent before. Teri explained that it was custom that every couple would have their own tent for play time. It reminded me of the customs of one Himalayan tribe, where it wasn’t considered cheating as long as the woman didn’t screw another man where her husband could see. That was bad manners.
Around five, the masters declared it eating time. They flooded the pits with stream water, the water boiling as it filled the pits as the rocks themselves were so hot. Once it had finally cooled, they threw boards over the pits and started cutting right there. Several men on both sides were carving away. I got a nice piece of neck. Barbeque neck is a true delight. Having had it in Brazil once, I knew how delicious it was. The pork carvers piled it up on my plate. There is a lot of meat on a cow and three pigs. I am sure nobody went hungry as the women had made plenty of other fixings.
I was contented as the sun went down behind the mountains. Several large campfires were lighted and kept roaring around the camps. Finally, an old woman got up and everyone gathered around. “Are there any girls coming of age this year.
Teri pushed Molly forward, “Go on.”
Several girls went up, all of them looking nervous. The woman smiled. “Welcome to the O’Hara clan. Tonight, we welcome you to the ranks of the clan and recognize you as women. From now on, you are women, no longer children. It is time for you to come of age. This is a joyous time but it is also a serious time, for from now on you carry the responsibility for the family. Remember, it is the women who keep a family together. From today forward, you are responsible for the clan. Maybe someday, you will be the oldest woman and welcome girls to womanhood as I am doing. I know you are looking forward to joining the clan, so off you go.”
As the girls came out I saw several boys standing. Each girl grabbed a boy and off they went, obviously all prearranged. That was the signal and a general motion of women moving started. Many I could see were meeting at particular points and heading off. I felt a hand on my arm and looked to see the neighbor girl, Trisha. “Cousin Tim, are you busy?”
I turned to see Teri smiling as she hefted her eyebrows, Well! “Go on,” she said.
“I guess I’m not,” I answered. Trisha took my hand and led me off to her tent. It was a small two person, the inside set up for one purpose. She dropped a mosquito net across the opening, which made sense as there was about to be a lot of skin available. Trisha looked up at me expectantly, so I leaned in and we kissed, the kiss quickly turning passionate, her hands went round my neck pulling me to her as she laid back, our chests coming together as our bodies molded to each other. Hands wandered around, undoing, unbuttoning, and unzipping as we squirmed out of hot clothes in the small space. Trisha reached beside her and held up a small packet. I unrolled it and rolled it down my staff, now rubberized, vulcanized by modern technology.
On my knees I looked at Trisha, highlighted by the light coming in the front of the tent leaving her in a penumbra of light and dark. She looked like an old Master painting of a goddess. I must have been staring because she pulled her arms up to cover her small but lovely breasts. I smiled, “None of that,” as I grabbed her wrists to open her up to my eyes. “You are way too gorgeous to cover up.” Even in the darkness I could see her face light up.
I pulled her to me, skin rubbed skin, perspiring in the heat, rubbing against each other, our tongues dueling as hands found erogenous zones, nipples, breasts, cocks, clefts, circling little men in their boats as the breathing got deeper then shallower and faster as erotic vigor bloomed, a finger plunged into her wet squishy canal, “Yes.” Followed by lips and tongue, her legs spread as wide as the tent allowed, pulling my face in against her hot sodden sex, dripping with her arousal, coating my face as she humped and moaned, fingers digging into flesh as her body went stiff, then vibrated in completion and fell back. I pulled away, barely seeing her in the half moonlight and darkness. Moving slowly up over her, my cock notched in her slit. Her head jerked up and eyes opened, “Yes,” she said again as her hips humped up forcing the head between her inner lips and into her. I pushed back and we joined, my shaft sliding deeply, filling her, forcing her open, her heels coming around my legs, hooking on, holding me in, forcing me even deeper and harder as a primeval chant emerged from her, “Yes, yes, yes,” in time with each thrust, each piercing plunge of body joining body, pleasuring body. I felt no need to cum as I plunged again and again into this teen cutie. She on the other hand, exploded in climax, crying out before collapsing under me. I was still hard as steel and eager. I have always thought that the reason condoms work is because they prevent the man from climaxing as they kill so much of the pleasure.
I rolled to the side taking her with me and pulled out, letting her roll onto her stomach. I slid around behind her, admiring her plump little ass, grabbing her hips; I pulled her up, sidled forward between her legs, adjusted the height between us, and slid right back into her, this time behind her.
“Oh,” she said as I stuffed her full. “I’ve never done it this way.”
“First time for everything,” I said as I began fucking her, moving so my cock skidded along her clitoris on every stroke, in and out, over and over, faster and slower. Trisha was moving with me, pressing back on every stroke, taking my cock deeply, her muscles squeezing, massaging my staff as we fucked.
Trisha’s head lay on the blanket, face turned to the side so I could watch the passion and pleasure wash across her visage. She looked so sexy, her mouth open and eyes closed, fingers flexing as she climbed the orgasmic heights, my cock slashing into her upturned pussy.
“Oh God, Cousin Tim,” she moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust, the sound of hips banging into each other filling the air in the tent. Trisha began a quiet chant, “Yes, yes, yes,” timed with each lunge as my shaft hit bottom. Louder it grew until it was a screaming refrain, “YES, YES, YES.” I felt my balls tighten, ready to pour my seed into the girl when she went stiff everywhere but her pussy which pulsating in her climax, milking my cock. Even in that pleasure robbing rubber, that sent me over the top as well, my balls exploding, sending gouts of seed into her upturned pussy, until it filled the rubber around my cock.
I stopped, my cock buried in her tight teen pussy. Trisha slowly went limp under me. I let go as she slumped onto the floor of the tent. “Oh, Cousin Tim. That was the best ever. I’m so glad I listened to Mary Beth.”
I fell onto the floor next to her, stroking her face and back. “I’m sorry, what about Mary Beth?”
Trisha shook her head, and giggled. “Oh yeah. This is my third year and Mary Beth is my best friend as well as cousin and she told me this year to pick an older cousin, one who knew his way and that I’d have more fun. Boy was she right.”
“Glad you had fun,” I said. “I sure did. You were incredible, Trisha.” She smiled a radiant smile in the moonlight coming through the opening in the tent. “So, what do we do now?” I asked.
“Different folks do different things. Some folks pair up with the same cousin year after year and spend the night. Most folks go back out to the commons and meet up with another cousin.”
“What do you want to do?” I asked.
Shyly, she said, “I’d to stay here with you, Cousin Tim. Maybe snuggle.”
I lay down next to her and took her in my arms. I felt I owed it to her, giving me such a wonderful gift. Next I knew, sunlight was filling the tent. I had a very pretty teen in my arms. She was snuggled into my chest. “Trisha, Trisha.”
“Umm?”
“I have to go,” I said with some urgency.
Her eyes opened and she smiled, “What?”
“I have to go pee,” I said.
“I wish you hadn’t said that, me too,” she said throwing back the covers. We both ran out and down to the port-a-potties, then on to the pool. The camp was slowly coming to life as we came back up the slope from the pool.
“Thank you, Cousin Tim,” Trisha said.
“Believe me, the pleasure was mine,” I said. I leaned over and gave her a kiss, which left her blushing and looking around. I gathered that the orgy was over and public displays were out. She ran off back to her family’s area. I was surprised, mildly, to find Teri alone in our tent. She rolled over when I came in and opened her eyes. As soon as she came awake, she was off to the potties and the pool.
“Have fun?” I asked when she came back.
“Not as much as you, I expect,” she sassed.
“Tell the truth,” I said.
“I found an old boyfriend. The years haven’t improve him much, I’m afraid.” She looked in on Molly who was sacked out like only teenagers can be. Teri pulled me into our tent. “I’m still horney. I was looking forward to this like I was a teenager myself. Come on,” she said pulling me onto our sleeping bags, her hand massaging my cock through the pants. In seconds we were rolling together, my cock hard and Teri pulled it to her, a push, and we were making the beast with two backs. It is a different kind of sex, the one with someone you have been fucking for years, more comfortable since you know what to do, what they like and you know you can satisfy them, but not quite as exciting, the unknown of a new partner which heightens all of the senses. I gave Teri what she needed, a nice cum. As soon as we finished, Molly came into the tent.
“You guys were making enough noise. You’d think after last night you would have had enough. I’m sore,” she said sitting down on the camp chair in out tent.
I was about to throw her out when I realized that things had changed. It made sense that there would be more openness now.
Teri rolled over and said, “You must have had a busy night. How many?” I knew instantly that I didn’t want to hear the answer but I couldn’t think of a way of burying my head that would work.
Proudly, Molly said, “Four guys.”
“Nice first year,” Teri said.
Molly jumped up, “I gotta go.”
“Jump in the swimming hole, you’ll feel better,” Teri called after her. “We should go down too,” she said.
The three of us splashed in the pool for a while and came back. As we did, Mom had breakfast going. A farm wife’s job is truly never done. After the good country breakfast, Pappy said if we wanted to make our plane home we should pack up. A lot of the families were breaking camp, those who had farthest to travel. Several teens came by to say bye to Molly. I couldn’t tell which if the guys were the lucky ones. Molly certainly looked sad as we left.
As we drove off through the Tennessee morning, Teri’s mom asked Molly, “Well, Hun, did you have fun?”
“Oh yes, I had so much fun.”
Teri and her mom looked at each other with their eyes twinkling, remembering their own initiation to adult pleasures. Mom looked at me, “Son, did you have fun at your first reunion?”
“Yes, I sure did. I wonder why dad never told me about it.”
Pappy laughed and mom gave him a look so he quieted down.
Mom asked me, “So, you coming back next year?” Ah, the big question. I felt the eyes boring into me: Molly, Teri, and Mom.
What could I say? “I suppose so; otherwise I think I’ll have a mutiny in my family.”
Pappy couldn’t help himself, “Boy, you got that right,” as Mom slapped his arms.
Molly and Teri both threw their arms around my neck, “Oh thank you, Daddy.” Then Molly looked at Teri, “Mom, does that mean that daddy will help me get ready for next year?”
“That’s up to you and Dad,” Teri said with a knowing smile. “Pappy always helped me.” I saw Pappy turn scarlet, a sight I never expected to see.
“Grandpa,” Molly said and slapped his shoulder from behind. The women were all laughing now.
He turned his head to see me smiling and said knowingly, “You laugh boy, you’ll get yours someday.”
I know he was right, as long as women run the clan we men would just be doing as told. Of course, was that really so bad?
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