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VIRGIN SUMMER

by Varangian






6/25

I'm a big deal for my parents, I suppose, and I'll have to put up with it 
just like everything else around here.  It's always been this way.  I'm 
treated like some kind of symbol, the only child who is also their only 
success.  They don't care that I'm a human being with feelings and needs.  
I'm their "good" boy, and now they can add, "The high school graduate".  
They don't know anything about me, not really.

So this afternoon I was on my good behavior as usual and everybody fussed 
over me and congratulated me for graduating.  Uncle Ben suggested I go to 
college and get a government job, something "steady," he said.  Aunt Mona 
said I should stay at home and go the junior college downtown, then get 
married and settle down.  Get married to what, my fist?

I've always lived at home, and now I'd like to move out and get a place of 
my own where I can invite girls over.  No girl was ever good enough for me, 
according to Mom.  She treats me like a kid, like I never grew past eleven 
years old.  What would she think, if she found my magazines?

The graduation party was boring like all family gatherings: old people 
standing around with teacups or glasses of beer gossiping about the most 
dreary stuff imaginable.  The only good part was Emma, Uncle Ben's 
granddaughter.  She's only nine, but god, is she sexy!   It's good she's not 
too bright.  She sat on my lap in the living room like she used to do,and 
when we were alone for a while I felt her soft legs high up near the hem of 
her shorts.  She was too busy eating an apple to notice what I was doing.  I 
went into the bathroom after that and jacked off, imagining doing more.


6/31

I went to the beach today with Jack and his cousin Mark who just moved here 
from California.  He'll be a senior at Belling High this year.  He certainly 
seems to know a lot more about girls than me.  He's so relaxed around them.  
If Jack and I had not been with him, I bet he would have picked up that girl 
who was all alone at the concession stand.  They were laughing together 
after just a minute or so.  God, was she stacked, even though she was only 
fifteen, according to Mark!  He actually brushed the back of his hand 
against one of her boobs!  I saw him do it, and I know it was deliberate.

Mark's a strange guy.  I've never met anyone like him before.  When we were 
alone near the shore, he touched me on the chest and said I had a nice body. 
  I wonder if he's queer.  But how could he be queer and still get along 
with girls like that?  He's good looking, very blonde, and has really 
shapely legs.  He's not hairy.

I wonder if I'm queer.


7/2

Mark is a queer.  At least he likes guys as well as girls.  And he thinks 
I'm one too!  He came over to the house this morning when everybody was away 
and acted strange right from the start.  He said straight out that he wanted 
to jack off and asked if he could look at my magazines.   So I took him up 
to my room and got them from under the mattress.  I couldn't believe he 
wasn't embarrassed to jack off with me there, but he wasn't.  He was so calm 
and cool.  I thought he would go into the bathroom to do it, but he just 
stripped and flopped onto the bed naked.

He gave me a grin and said, "Let's do it together, Marsh" and patted the 
space beside him like he wanted me to lie there.  When I acted as if I 
didn't want to, he wagged his cock at me and said he'd let me touch it.  
God!  He has a nice looking cock, as big as mine but different somehow, 
maybe not as thick.  He kept nagging me until I got undressed and lay next 
to him.

I've never been naked with someone before except in the showers at school.  
It really felt strange being beside him like that and jacking off together 
while we looked at the magazines.  Then out of the blue he suggested we do 
each other!  Jesus!  I refused at first, of course.  When I did put my hand 
around his cock, it felt really weird.  I knelt on the bed between his legs 
and jacked him off as I stared at him.  He smiled at me all the while, then 
he made a face and began to squirt.  After a big spurt that almost hit me in 
the face, the mess got all over my hand.  "Lick it off," he said when I 
started to wipe my hand on his leg.  God!  It didn't taste bad.  It was just 
like my own stuff.

When I lay back on the bed and told him it was my turn, he said he didn't 
want to do it, that he wasn't in the mood anymore. But I guess he wasn't 
serious, because after a minute he took hold my cock and lay close to me.  
He put his face next to mine.  He said he wanted to kiss me when he did it, 
that he was curious about kissing a guy.  I couldn't refuse him, because I 
was really hot and needed to come.  So we kissed as he jacked me off.  God, 
what a feeling!  I came like never before!

I wanted to talk to him when we were finished.  After all, we'd just done 
really personal stuff together, but I heard Mom come in the back door and we 
had to hurry to get dressed.  I asked him to come over for the Fourth of 
July party before he left.

I think I'm queer.


7/4

I can't believe what we did!

Two or three dozen people came to our backyard for the party, including 
Mark, of course, who was late.  I waited for him impatiently on the sidewalk 
in front of the house looking up and down the street until he arrived.  In 
the forty-eight hours since I last saw him I had jacked off four times 
thinking about his legs and his cock.  When he finally rounded the corner 
and approached the house, he seemed so cool and collected, unlike me who 
wanted to drag him into the bushes and kiss his handsome face.  But he acted 
as if nothing had happened between us.  He just smiled, punched me on the 
shoulder and asked if we could snatch some beer from the tub out back.

I followed him to the backyard like a puppy who'd been ignored.  He went 
straight to a group of girls playing near the garage.  Emma was there along 
with some younger kids.  And standing tall among them was Stella, a twelve 
year old who lives two streets over.  With her noticeable boobs and long 
legs she seemed out of place with that crowd.  Mark went up to her as if she 
were an old friend, although they had never met before.  I stood back to 
watch as I sipped a red pop, and within minutes he had her laughing and 
allowing him to touch her bare arms and shoulders.  She never let me do 
that!

Finally I joined them too.  Although I felt like the odd man out, Mark 
didn't seem to mind.  He whispered something into Stella's ear that made her 
look at me strangely.

She said "Okay."

The two of them began to walk toward the house.  Mark looked over his 
shoulder and motioned with his head inviting me to join them.

"Come on," he said with a grin.

Inside a couple of kids waited at the door of the downstairs bathroom.  They 
paid no attention to us.  Mark pointed to the stairs suggestively.  I nodded 
and the three of us went up to my room where Mark closed the door behind us. 
  I stopped inside the door and watched the two of them, who stood close 
together next to the bed.

Mark gave me a wink over his shoulder.   "Stella will show us her boobs, if 
she can see our cocks."

Like little kids, though he and I were just about adults!

I stepped out of my shorts before hed had the girl's bra off.  Her tits were 
not at all like the ones I had seen in my magazines.  They weren't fully 
grown, although I thought they were lovely.  I reached for one.

"No touching!" she exclaimed taking a step backwards.

"Of course not," Mark said soothingly.

He too had his shorts off.  We stood before Stella with hard cocks jutting 
up at an angle.

"But you may touch us," he added slyly, "if we can see your cunny."

She pondered that for a moment, then reached out and grasped Mark's cock.  
She didn't seem at all interested in mine, although it's fatter.

"That feels weird," she mumbled as she put both hands on him.

She didn't resist when Mark pulled her to him, palmed a small tit and kissed 
her on the lips while she still played with his cock.  But she stepped back 
quickly after a minute of snuggling with him.

"I'm not ready for any more," she said to him breathlessly.  "Maybe by 
Christmas."

She dutifully pushed down her shorts and underpants to expose a cunny that 
didn't have much hair.  The lips were mostly bare.  "There!" she exclaimed 
haughtily and pulled her shorts back up after allowing a quick glimpse.

Mark handed her the bra, which she put on quickly.  "Maybe at Christmas," 
she repeated as she stood by the door with a hand on the knob looking 
pointedly at Mark, ignoring my existence.  Then she opened the door and 
left.  I heard her clatter down the stairs.

Mark shook his head and grinned at me.  "I'd better stay close to that girl, 
because she might get eager before Christmas."

I scowled and said the obvious: "She's only twelve!"

"Yeah," he replied, "but she'll be thirteen before I'm eighteen," as if that 
counted for anything!

What about us? I wondered silently as I stared at his cock.  I resented the 
girl and Mark's interest in her.

"I need to come," he said in a low voice.  "Want to play?"

I sat on the edge of the bed without replying.  I wanted to do more than 
just play, and he guessed it.  He stood in front of me with his cock almost 
touching my face.  "Want to do some queer stuff?"  His voice was very soft 
and seductive.

I had thought about this before. I put my hand on the base of his cock, 
leaned forward and took the knob of it into my mouth.  I sucked the strange 
thing knowing what was soon to happen, and it did before I could give much 
thought to what I was doing.  Mark grabbed my hair as I felt a substantial 
squirt hit the back of my mouth and then a couple of lesser ones.  I didn't 
choke.

He stepped back with a gasp and jacked himself a couple of times.  I reached 
down for my shorts and spat into them.  "Wow!" he exclaimed.  I could not 
read the expression on his face.  He seemed somewhat triumphant.  "That was 
my first blow job."  He smirked.

My cock tingled and wanted relief.  "What about me?"  I guess I whined like 
a kid.

He snorted a short laugh.  "I'm not queer, Marsh" he replied, "but I'll give 
you a friendly hand job."

I felt crushed and humiliated, but I lay back on the bed to await my meager 
reward with eyes closed.  I heard him kneel in front of me and soon felt the 
touch of his hand on my cock.  He pumped it a few times, seemed to hesitate, 
then to my glorious surprise began to suck first on the end of it and 
eventually almost the entire shaft.  My god!  What a sensation!  Within 
seconds I was about to come.  Mark must have sensed it, because he backed 
off at the last minute and finished me by hand.  When the last dollop of 
pleasure oozed out, he released me and stood.  I looked up at him, at his 
impish expression, and felt a great affection for the guy.

"I told you I'm not queer," he said smugly and ostentatiously licked his 
lips, upon which not a drop of my spunk had appeared.


7/10

Mark and I went to the beach today.  We're best buddies now, but we haven't 
done any queer stuff since July 4.  I'm willing to do anything with him, but 
when I once suggested fooling around again, he became defensive and distant. 
  I know he really isn't queer and feels uneasy about those experiences in 
my bedroom.  I guess he was just playing and it got out of hand for him.

We set out to look for girls, hoping for anything, even ugly, fat ones with 
gross, floppy tits.

"We might get lucky with an older woman," he said more than once, although I 
could not imagine that.

The day passed much as I expected.  We swam, horsed around in the sand but 
didn't encounter a single available female.  On the way home I hoped we'd at 
least jack off together, but I decided not to mention the possibility.  I 
did it alone that evening, thinking about him.


7/14

We got lucky at the roller rink!

Mark sweet-talked two girls into having cokes and fries.  They agreed to go 
to the movies with us tomorrow afternoon.  Mark has dibs on the tall blonde 
who's really pretty, although she seems to be flat chested.  Her name is 
Gwen and she's sixteen.  I get her cousin Peggy who is small and rather 
plain with very short hair.  She could pass for a boy, but I don't care.  We 
don't know how far we can go with them.  They didn't give even the slightest 
hint about that.


7/15

Mark bought tickets at the multiplex with money I gave him, so I didn't 
notice what movie we were going to see.  Whatever it was it wasn't popular, 
because we were about the only people in the showing room.  I sat alone with 
Peggy.  Gwen and Mark were off to the left in another row.

I had no idea how to begin with the girl, who stared fixedly at the screen.  
For starters I rested my elbow on the back of the seat and wanted to place 
my arm around her, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.  She looked over at 
her cousin and Mark and saw they were already kissing.  Then she moved 
slightly closer to me.  That encouraged me and I put my arm around her 
shoulders.

When I tried to kiss her, she protested in a low hiss, "I don't really know 
you."

I back off and we sat for a while just with my arm around her.  Light from 
the screen flickered on her face.  I couldn't tell if she looked more like a 
boy or a girl.  I knew she had boobs, small ones, but in the dark you 
couldn't see them.

Gwen giggled a bit loudly and squealed.

"What are they doing?" I asked Peggy just for something to say.

She turned her head toward me and just stared into my face expressionlessly. 
  "What do you think?" she answered like she was annoyed.

I took a breath and tried again.  This time she let me kiss her, although 
she didn't pucker, at least not at first.  But before long we were kissing 
non-stop, and I was surprised when she stuck her tongue into my mouth.

I put a hand on her nearer tit.  It must have been as small as Stella's 
because I could palm the entire thing.  She let me feel it for a few seconds 
before she pulled her head back from my face and brushed the hand away.

"You're awful clumsy for an older guy," she sneered and wriggled her 
shoulders until I removed my arm.

Older guy!  I'm only eighteen!  "And how old are you?" I asked.

No answer.  She sat stiffly in the seat with hands in her lap.

For the next hour we sat beside each other without touching or speaking.  
The sounds coming from the other two made it obvious Mark was making out 
despite Gwen's protests: "No!"  "Stop!"  "Stop it now!"  "Don't!"  When I 
heard her moan like an animal and then gasp aloud, I knew Mark had scored at 
least with his fingers.

We came out of the show into bright sunlight.  Gwen and Mark held hands like 
lovers while Peggy acted as if I were a stranger.  But when I looked 
directly into her face, she winked.  I don't know what to make of the girl.  
She did let me feel a tit for a moment.  Maybe if I'm patient I'll get lucky 
with her.  I'll find out tomorrow.  Mark made a date for us to meet at 
Gwen's house.


7/16

I must not be queer, except perhaps for Mark.  What happened today convinced 
me of that.

"I've got some rubbers," Mark said, when I met him in front of my house.   
He was in an exuberant mood, crowing, "I'm going to get laid today!"

We walked the six or seven blocks to Gwen's place, Mark chattering all the 
way about how "hot" Gwen was, asserting she was putty in his hands.  He 
punched my shoulder lightly.  "Keep Peggy occupied, old buddy, to give me 
space to get it on with that hot blonde."

"Sure," I agreed, licking my lips for show despite my internal nervousness.  
"How about one of your rubbers?"

He barked a laugh.  "I'll need them all."  With a patronizing grin he added, 
"I might use one of them to break in Peggy for you."

He was insufferable.  Although I began the day full of optimism, his smug 
attitude demoralized me as we approached our destination.

Gwen lives in a small, one story house next to a rail spur.  Most doublewide 
trailers are larger.  She and Peggy waited for us in the tiny front room, 
both of them sitting on the couch near the open front door.  Their attire, 
skimpy shorts and tank tops with no shoes, was an invitation to sex if 
that's what they wanted; otherwise they were dressed to tease.  I assumed 
the latter, although it was clear that Mark thought otherwise.  After just a 
few words of chat he took Gwen by the arm and guided her down a small 
hallway to a bedroom.

Peggy remained sitting on the couch.  She looked up at me where I stood near 
the kitchen door with a curious expression on her boyish face.  Her brown 
hair was cut very short. She's a small girl, a head shorter than I, but 
perfectly formed, certainly not skinny.  Her stature is that of a fourteen 
or fifteen year old, although her face is not childlike.  Something about 
her eyes and the way she moves her lips suggest a greater maturity.  She 
definitely doesn't speak like a kid.

"You two expect to get laid today?" she asked with a slight curl of her 
upper lip.

"Mark thinks so," I replied.  For some curious reason her apparent hostility 
put me at ease.  Perhaps it was because I realized it would be futile to 
pretend anything with her.

"And you?"  She smirked.  "Aren't you a bit old to be a virgin?"

I felt emboldened.  I came to stand over her.  "You're welcome to it," I 
replied, "if a boy's virginity would amuse you."

"I'm not a virgin, you know," she said softly, almost yearningly, I thought. 
  The signs of maturity left her face.  "Not since I was nine."

I suppose my mouth gaped at that news.

She continued, "I was raised by a bachelor uncle, and now I live with Gwen 
and her mom."

Her words shocked me.  I guess I've lived a sheltered life.  Did she mean 
that she and her uncle --

But she was grinning with contempt.  "Does that turn you on, virgin boy?  I 
bet you'd believe anything!"  Her grin became a childish giggle.

I sat down beside her.  "You know what I want," I said abruptly.  She both 
aroused and annoyed me.  "But you're still a virgin, aren't you?  That's 
okay.  If you want we can just sit here until Mark is done."

"Hah!" she exclaimed and reached up to tousle my hair.  "All Mark will get 
today are sore balls, although you might be luckier.  I'm not _exactly_ a 
virgin."

"Not exactly!  What do you mean by that?"  I placed a hand on her slender 
thigh high up where it's softest, near the hem of her shorts.  She did not 
object.  In fact she snuggled close to me.

"I let a guy rip my cherry last month," she whispered playfully into my 
face, "but I pushed him off before he squirted."

I didn't believe her for an instant.  "You're just a tease, aren't you?" I 
murmured against her lips, which she puckered invitingly.

I didn't mind her teasing too much.  I had a hand under her tank top and 
palmed a bare tit -- which was more than I had expected a moment before.

"Maybe so," she mumbled and stuck her tongue into my mouth.

We kissed passionately in a tight embrace.

She pulled her head back to look at me with a twinkle.  "Do you mind being 
teased?" she asked with a small smile.  "We could do it naked."

I had both hands under the tank top elastic.  Her nipples were lumps in my 
palms.  She tilted her head impishly.  I assumed she was offering everything 
except penetration, that she was a young virgin who wanted to play dirty on 
a lazy summer day.

How do you agree to being teased without sounding stupid?  I said nothing.  
Could she possibly realize that she was offering me almost a dream come 
true?  I lifted her upper garment and she squirmed out of it with a playful 
giggle.  Her immature tits had no bounce to them.  In a rush I pushed my 
face against one of them and began to suck a hard nipple.

"Be gentle, Marsh," she admonished me with a sweet coo, her hands in my 
hair.

I looked up into her smiling face.  "I enjoy being teased like this," I 
admitted and kissed her lips tenderly.

"We can do even more, if we get naked," she chirped like a schoolgirl.

"Right here?" I asked.

" We can't use Mamma's room and _they're_ in the other one," she stated 
flatly and helped me pull off my T-shirt.

She half reclined on the couch with a knee touching mine, looking at me 
expectantly.  I pulled on her shorts, removing them easily when she raised 
her butt.  She had more hair between her legs than Stella, but not much.  
The patch above her slit was fuller, but the lips themselves were still 
visible beneath a scant covering of strands.  I ran both hands up her young 
thighs.  Would she let me lick on her?  I wondered how to do it right.

"I want to see you," she said in a low voice, her face pouting, her body 
noticeably tense.

I fumbled with my shorts, becoming furious for an instant when they hung up 
on a shoe.

She sat up on the couch to view my cock, already very moist at the tip and 
throbbing in excitement.  It would take very little to set it off.

"That's a nice one!" she exclaimed in lilting approval, wrapping a small 
hand around it.

Oh, god! I thought.  I'm going to shoot!  I quickly placed my hand atop hers 
and together we pumped.  After just three strokes I choked a cry and spewed 
ecstatically, the first long stream splashing onto the floor.  Peggy 
squealed in surprised delight, unmindful of the mess that accumulated on her 
fist.

"What's going on here?" demanded an angry voice.  I looked up to see Gwen 
standing at the head of the hallway fully dressed, as was Mark, who stood 
behind her with his mouth agape.

"We're just playing," Peggy whined in a voice that was suddenly childlike.

Gwen stepped to the couch and glared down at me.  "She's just twelve years 
old, you moron!" she screamed at me and kicked my ankle painfully.

Everything is a blur after that.  I managed to put on my shorts before she 
roughly pushed me on to the porch.  She threw the T-shirt after me.  "And 
don't come back!" she yelled as she slammed the door.

Mark ran off.  He trotted on ahead and didn't look back even when I called 
for him to wait up.


7/18

I haven't heard from Mark.  Jack said he was sulking for some reason and 
staying close to home.  I miss him.  I want to see him if only to find out 
what he did with Gwen.


7/20

Mark came over today.  He pretended to be cool and relaxed as usual but I 
could tell something was bothering him.

When Mom left for shopping, he and I went up to my room where he flopped 
onto the bed with one foot dangling near the floor.

"So you got it on with little Peggy," he taunted.  He yawned and squirmed 
his head against my pillow.

"You saw what we did," I responded angrily.  "We didn't intend to fuck, you 
know."

He sat up on the bed.  "Tell that to the judge.  Is that the best you can 
do, baby twat?  Maybe you should concentrate on large dicks.  You're a good 
cocksucker, you know."

"Why don't you go home?" I shouted and kicked a book across the room.

"Sure, I'll go," he sneered.  "But I want a blow job first."

I was about to explode, but suddenly it occurred to me that he had struck 
out with Gwen.  The great smoothie from California had struck out all 
around!

"We've both tasted cock, Mark -- each other's," I said with false sweetness. 
  "Now I've graduated to baby twat, which is further than you've gotten.  I 
suppose you'll have to wait until Christmas before you start with Stella.  
By that time I'll be bonking Gwen on a regular basis.  She works at Humes 
Bakery, you know" -- which is true -- "and she's told me she's no longer 
mad.  She's asked me over to her house again" -- a very large lie.

He jumped to his feet and seemed ready to fight.  His eyes flicked over me 
and I knew he realized that not only is my cock fatter than his, I also have 
the advantage of 20 pounds weight  and 2 inches in height.  He stormed out 
of the room red in the face.  I heard the back door slam as he left the 
house.


7/26

Could the very large lie become true? I asked myself.  I went to Humes 
Bakery.  Gwen didn't seem too surprised to see me.  She even gave me a small 
smile, when I came up to her at the pie counter.

"Peggy misses you, Marsh," she said flatly.

"Unfortunately Peggy is too young."

She shrugged slightly as if it were a matter of no consequence.  I stared at 
her lovely, blonde face with an intensity she could not misinterpret: I had 
decided to pursue her.  She lowered her eyes shyly then looked up with an 
impish grin.

"Mamma put us both on the pill.  She guessed what caused the stain on the 
floor in front of the couch."

I began to feel very good about something.  She leaned over the counter 
eagerly and whispered,  "Are you really a virgin?  I am, and so is Peggy."

"Mark told you that?"

She sniffed.  "I've learned what Mark's words are worth."

I nodded.  "Me too."

"But Peggy thinks a lot of you."  She was about to say something more and 
blushed instead.   She turned to leave but stopped and declared, not meeting 
my eyes,  "Mamma will be gone to work tomorrow afternoon."

I could not believe the implicit invitation.  "Will you be home?" I asked 
stupidly.

She looked at me slyly, in sudden self-confidence. "Of course I will, and 
Peggy too.  But don't bring Mark."


7/27

The morning endured like a torture.  The clock appeared to run slowly.  I 
had convinced myself on what I thought were solid grounds that I would get 
laid that afternoon, that I would lose my virginity while taking the 
cherries of two willing girls.  Certainly one.  I was wary about twelve year 
old Peggy, however eager she might be.  In my mind I elaborated scenarios of 
how I would accomplish it with both of them or with just Gwen, all three of 
us naked on a bed or each of them separately.  The richness of my prospects 
made me dizzy, and I fidgeted about the house until Mom complained.

I had awakened early, about seven, with the usual hard-on.  It did not 
shrink after I pissed.  It sternly demanded attention, but I resisted 
jacking off, because I wanted to save my virility for the girls.  By ten I 
could not deny the urge; it was just too insistent.  I did it in the shower 
imaging behind closed eyelids Gwen's lovely, blonde face and Peggy's 
exciting young body, half done like Chinese vegetables.  I rationalized the 
surrender to my cock with the thought that I would not squirt too quickly, 
when I finally embraced the girls later that day.

About noon Mom called out dread news from downstairs in a cheery voice: 
"Mark's here!"

I immediately thought of climbing out the window and swinging to the ground 
from a nearby tree limb like I had done so many times when I was younger.  
Too late!  He was already at the door grinning before I had slipped my 
loafers on.

"Hope you're not still mad at me," he said in his cool, smooth manner.  "I 
thought we might go to the beach."

"No, I'm not angry," I replied truthfully.  Indeed, I no longer had feelings 
for him of any sort.  "But I can't go to the beach.  I have other plans."

"Oh?"  He waited for an explanation.

I looked away from him, toward the window.  "I have a date," I said through 
clenched teeth.

"With Peggy?  You'd better careful with her.  She may pass for fifteen, but 
you could get into a lot of trouble."

I didn't want to elaborate and I couldn't think of a plausible lie.  I just 
wanted him to leave.

"Are you going to a movie?" he continued.  "Why don't I get Gwen and join 
you?  Do you have any money?"

The guy's insufferable presumption infuriated me, but I held my temper.  I 
turned to him.  "Not today, Mark.  I'm doing this by myself."

His handsome face betrayed both hurt and anger.  "Well, if that's the way 
you want it, but I thought we were buddies."  He stood awkwardly in front of 
me evidently uncertain about what to say or do next.

"I'll be leaving soon, " I said firmly.  "I have to get ready."

"Well . . ."  He swayed slightly.

"We can talk later," I announced with a hand on his upper arm, urging him 
toward the door.

He turned and shuffled out of the room but paused in the hall as if he 
wanted to say something further.  I put my hand on the doorknob.

"I'll talk with you later," I said again, shutting the door quietly as he 
looked at me in confusion.

Less than an hour later I was half way to Gwen's house walking fast.  A 
dream awaited me!  A vivid one from which I would not awake in frustration 
before the fucking.  By god!  Two of them!

I heard my named called from some distance away.  Turning, I saw Mark dodge 
a car at an intersection as he hurried in my direction.  "Wait up!" he 
yelled.  I groaned aloud.  Jesus!

"I told you I'm on my own today," I growled, when he ran up to me.

"Sure," he said smoothly after catching his breath.  "I'm just going to 
Gwen's house.  She's dying to fuck me, you know."

I glared at him in stupefaction.  What an arrogant dolt, I thought.  There 
was no way to avoid the confrontation.  I had to settle with this guy.

"Gwen's waiting for me!" I blurted out angrily.  "She and Peggy."

He didn't react with surprise.  He must have expected it.  "Bull shit!" he 
yelled and crouched menacingly.  "Gwen's my girl, you queer, so just turn 
around and go back home!"

He swung at me, but I stepped back in time and he went flailing off balance. 
  I kicked out and struck him on the thigh with a foot.  Neither of us had  
practice in any kind of combat.  Just as he was about to leap at me a siren 
blurted for an instant and a cop car pulled up next to us.  We both turned 
to look stupidly as a policeman climbed from the driver's side and 
approached us with an bored expression on his face.

"You kids have a problem?" he asked in a hillbilly drawl.  Kids!

"We're just playing, officer," Mark replied affably in his usual cool 
manner.  "We were trying out some moves."

The cop stared at him and then me.  "That so?" he asked.   I nodded, forcing 
a grin.

"Well," he said with the slightest, insincere smile, "save it for the gym."

Even before the cop reentered the car Mark hissed at me, "Let's go ask _ 
Gwen_ which one of us is her guy."

I watched the car drive off then faced him.

"She asked me to come alone!  Christ!  Can't you understand she's not 
interested in you?"

He glared at me incredulously.  "You're telling me she prefers a cock 
sucker?"  He sneered, turned and ran off in the direction of Gwen's house.

I stood for about a full minute before I followed at a slow walk.  Once 
again I was going to that house with lofty hopes dashed.

I rounded the corner and entered her potholed street, on either side of 
which ramshackle houses sat forlornly, separated by weedy vacant lots.  She 
lived at the far end, a hundred yards away where the street abutted a high 
bank with a railway spur atop it.

I paused, eyes popping.  A curious scene was in progress in her grassless 
front yard.  Mark half sprawled on the ground while a woman beat him 
furiously with a broom.  I could not make out the words, but both were 
yelling loudly.  Mark crawled and stumbled to his feet with her still 
whaling away.  He staggered in my direction.  She pursued him for several 
steps, broom flailing.

"She's gone crazy!" he screamed, eyes like saucers, as he sped past me with 
arms and legs pumping.  What a sight!  Mr. Cool looked like a terrified 
child.

The front door was open enough to accommodate Peggy's head, which poked out 
with Gwen's just above it.  I snorted a laugh.  The entire scene was so 
comic.

"What are you laughing at?" the woman demanded with raised broom.  She stood 
a few feet away from me, full of menace.

"Mamma!  Mamma!  He's the nice one," both girls shouted almost in unison and 
came onto the porch.

The woman lowered her broom and relaxed somewhat as she scrutinized me with 
a scowl on her face.

"The nice one, huh?  I suppose that means you didn't leave the mess on my 
floor."

Then she smiled.  I could only stare at her in open admiration.  She was not 
so old, perhaps in her early thirties.  She was tall, blonde and quite 
lovely.  I immediately thought of the beautiful women whose photos filled my 
magazines.  She could have been one of them.  Her breasts were ample beneath 
a white summer blouse, the legs impressive and shapely below the hem of her 
tight shorts.  I had jacked off hundreds of times to such a vision, although 
the women in the pictures were usually naked and obscenely posed.  I could 
imagine her like that.

"What's your name, lad?" she asked sweetly.  She gazed at me in a manner 
that was not entirely innocent.

"Marshall," I said, wanting to say more but something stopped my voice.  For 
magic seconds we communicated with our eyes.  It was obvious to us both that 
we were instantly and powerfully attracted to each other.

The girls came up and their voices broke the spell.

"You said you'd come alone," Gwen complained with a pout.

"We don't want that Mark here," Peggy groused.

"He's a friend of yours?" the woman asked in a derisive tone of voice.  "I 
find that hard to believe.  He was out here in the yard yelling at the girls 
that you suck cock."

She did not subdue her voice to make that observation.  I suppose I blushed. 
  Peggy, taunting me, licked her lips lasciviously, although the faces of 
the other two remained impassive.  We stood in a circle without speaking for 
a moment.  I had sucked a cock, but who wants to admit that?

"Mamma came home early," Gwen said quietly, breaking the embarrassing 
silence.

"And it's a good thing I did!" the woman exclaimed in a huff.  "I know 
exactly what that fancy boy was after and what he would get."

"We weren't waiting for that one, Mamma," Peggy said contritely.

The woman fixed her eyes on me stubbornly until I glanced at the ground.  
"The two of them at once, huh?  You're a very ambitious lad."  I detected a 
smile in her low murmur.

"Well," she said with a sudden cheerfulness, "since you've come to visit, 
let's go in the house."

Peggy took my hand to lead the way, looking up into my face with a beaming 
smile.  Gwen, however, seemed rather upset, even angry.  She lingered behind 
with her mother, and I heard them whispering animatedly. "Oh, Mamma!" were 
the only words I could grasp when Gwen burst out loudly.

The mother introduced herself as Maggie.  She announced that we would play 
Monopoly and invited me to address her familiarly while she directed the 
girls in laying out the game set.  It had come to that: a board game instead 
of fucking.  I tried not to show my disappointment, chatting pleasantly with 
the three of them over the next half hour as I accumulated all the railroads 
and build hotels on Boardwalk and Park Place.  Whenever I looked up, 
however, I found Maggie's eyes on me.  Gwen continued to steam with pursed 
lips and a chagrined expression.  I realized the problem between her and 
Maggie had to do with me.  I hoped Gwen was irked because she could not take 
me into her bedroom and fuck.

When my victory looked certain, Maggie acknowledged the futility of 
continuing. She stood up and ordered the girls to gather the pieces and put 
the game back into the closet.I remained sitting to finish my Coke as the 
three of them bustled about with their chores.  I wondered if I should 
leave, though Maggie had done nothing to make me think so.

She went to a cabinet and came back to the table with her purse.  "Here 
girls," she said, holding out some money, "go over to the mall and see that 
movie you've been gabbing about."

I thought Gwen would have a fit.  Her face expressed outrage.  She actually 
stamped her foot.  Peggy giggled, rolling her eyes at me merrily.

"Now behave," Maggie cooed at them.  "I want to talk with our friend."

She shooed them out the door, pushing Gwen slightly to get her moving.  When 
she returned to me, I expected her to upbraid and scold me about my obvious 
intentions regarding her virgin girls.  She surprised me.

Walking toward me with swinging hips, she motioned to the couch and said 
with a warm smile, "Sit with me where it's comfortable."

I sat first.  She eased herself down so close to me that our thighs touched. 
  I detected  the faint aroma of perfumed soap.  Her nearness excited and 
aroused me, although I feared the dressing down that seemed inevitable.  Her 
eyes lingered on my face as we sat silently for an uncomfortable length of 
time.  Her expression was pleasant, almost serene, with hands folded primly 
in her lap.

"The girls say you're not sexually experienced," she said abruptly, shocking 
me.

My mouth opened involuntarily.  I didn't know how to respond.  With a gentle 
smile she placed a hand on my knee and shook the leg playfully.  It was not 
an erotic gesture.  She quickly returned the hand to her lap.

"You needn't feel uneasy.  I don't bite," she said in a friendly way.  "But 
we must have this conversation, if you intend to continue seeing them, to 
date them."

Them!  She knew I was attracted to both girls, even young Peggy.  She seemed 
to approve, although I assumed she was about to establish strict rules that 
precluded sex.

"Virgin sex can be very beautiful for young lovers.  But you're not in love, 
are you?"  She tilted her head to emphasize the question.  "In fact you 
scarcely know them."

I felt a compulsion to say something, anything.  "I -- I didn't mean to harm 
them." I stuttered.

"Of course not, and I haven't suggested that."  She returned the hand to my 
knee and left it there.  "But you intended to fuck them.   They're eager for 
it, you know, even little Peggy, who's older than her body, especially now 
that I've put them on the pill."

Again she stared at me in a silence that lasted too long.  I could not meet 
her eyes.

"But there's something you should understand, something you're probably not 
aware of, considering you're a virgin too."

I struggled to breathe calmly during the next long pause.

"Recreational sex with a virgin girl is not much fun, unless, of course, 
you're some kind of monster who enjoys dominating people.  Someone like that 
friend of yours -- what's his name, Mark?   I know instinctively you're not 
like him.  No.  The first time for a girl can be quite painful, at best it 
causes an uncomfortable sting.  There are exceptions, of course, but I don't 
suspect Gwen or Peggy will fall into that category."

God! I thought.  Was she about to give me instructions on picking the girls' 
cherries?

"To put it bluntly it's a bad fuck.  Can you imagine enjoying yourself while 
the girl beneath you is grimacing in pain or even bawling?  No.  I don't 
think you would.  I sense you have more character than that."

She squeezed my knee and placed her face close to mine.

"But you might do it in ignorance," she whispered.  "You're such an 
inexperienced young man, a virgin in fact, that you'd probably get pleasure 
from fucking a goat -- or another guy."

I opened my mouth to protest but she quickly placed fingers to my lips.  Her 
hand moved to my chest and pressed gently.  Her face was close enough to 
kiss.

"You'll have Gwen for her first time, and Peggy too."  She breathed on me 
erotically.  "But not with yourself a virgin."  She chuckled at the leap of 
interest she saw in my eyes.  "I'll teach you how to do it right."

She pushed her lips to mine.  I felt her tongue.  Her arm came around to 
grasp me tightly.  I responded awkwardly but passionately, daring to believe 
that one of my magazine women had come to life.  The girls were shoved right 
out of my head.

Maggie pulled back and smiled broadly, cheerfully.  "We have all afternoon, 
darling," she said with a purr.  "There's no rush, although you must feel an 
intolerable urgency."

I dared not inform her I was already close to squirting in my pants.  It was 
unnecessary.  She understood perfectly

"Let's give you some immediate relief.  I'd rather have you relaxed before 
we get really serious."

With uncanny ease she pulled my shorts and underpants below the knees, out 
of the way.  With a hand on my bare thigh she looked closely at my turgid 
cock that throbbed in expectation.

"You're a grown man," she said in clear approval, looking up into my 
astonished face.  "How large is it?  Have you measured it?"

"Almost seven . . ."

I could not speak further because she had slipped her mouth over the knob.  
She sucked gently, waiting for it to shoot, knowing it would come within 
seconds.  And it did with an ecstatic rush that caused me to cry out.  She 
kept her mouth lightly around it, pumping the shaft until I was entirely 
finished.  Then she backed away, looked up at me, sucked in her cheeks to 
swallow, licked her lips and swallowed again.

"There!" she said with great satisfaction as she rose to her feet.  "That 
should calm you enough to give me a proper fucking.  I have my needs too, 
you know."  She giggled like a school girl.

I was beyond astonishment, dizzy with awe of her and of what had just 
happened.  It had left me relaxed, though, enough to appreciate fully the 
lovely woman standing above who promised an afternoon of dreamed-of sex.  
"I'm ready for anything," I said quietly, "so long as you don't ask me to 
hurt you."

She gave a short laugh and pulled on my arm, wanting me to rise.

"You've been reading too much trash, lover.  Healthy women don't enjoy pain. 
  I certainly don't, but I'm willing to do some really nasty stuff, if you 
know what I mean."

I did know.  I'd seen pictures of ass fucking.  I got to my feet and 
embraced her.  We were the same height.  I nuzzled my face in her fragrant 
blonde hair.

"Doesn't it hurt, you know, in the behind?"

Perhaps I should have murmured something more romantic into her ear, but I 
was curious.

"I enjoy it when it's done right, sweetheart," she replied.  "But that's not 
on today's agenda.  You still have to learn the basics."

I stood back and looked at her curiously.  What's to learn? I thought.  
Demented midgets know how to fuck.  But I kept that crude presumption to 
myself.  I wanted to undress her, to unwrap my present.

"Are you realizing a fantasy? she asked sweetly when I undid the last of her 
blouse buttons.

"You know I am.  Haven't you had a virgin before?"

"Once," she replied wistfully. "But I was too young to appreciate it and he 
was just a boy."

I unsnapped the bra with my arms around her, my lips on hers.  "Hurry!" she 
whispered.

She pulled me toward the bedroom.  The bra fell away to reveal generous 
breasts that bounced as we rushed to the edge of the bed.  She crawled on it 
like a kitten and lay on her back.  I wanted to savor her flesh, to feast on 
her erect, roseate nipples, but she wouldn't let me.

"Hurry, please," she gasped in excitement, pushing at her shorts, wanting me 
to take them off.  I pulled them down along with her panties and flung them 
aside.  The hood of her clit jutted dramatically from her moist bush.  Until 
that instant I had not thought of eating her, of delaying my first fuck.

With raised knees she lifted her butt towards me.  "Here it is.  What have 
you dreamed of doing with it?"

I understood that here lay a woman in heat who would take whatever I had to 
offer without complaint regardless of my inexperienced clumsiness.  Oh, yes, 
I had dreamed of this!  After a gentle bite on the exquisite softness of an 
inner thigh my lips encircled the slight sensitive appendage that seemed so 
wonderfully large compared to most of those in my magazines.  She went wild. 
  She bucked, yelled and screamed after only a few seconds of sucking.  Her 
thighs squeezed my head so hard I had to pull away.

I required no invitation or instruction to mount the groaning woman.  She 
clawed at my shoulders and upper arms.

"Oh, please!" she cried desperately when my first thrust missed her hole.

Then the knob of my cock slipped in to a magic warmth and tightness unlike 
anything I had imagined.  I wanted to savor the penetration inch by inch, 
but she would have none of that.  She clasped me with arms and legs and 
pulled me in until our pubic hair mingled.  Her body moved against mine in 
search of a rhythm.  I soon matched it with long, fast strokes.  I knew my 
cock would last a while this time; as yet no tingle had begun.  I was amazed 
I could have clear thoughts during the exquisite process of fucking, 
especially on my first go.  But the woman had drained me well just moments 
before.

She bit my lip painfully when I sought to kiss her.  I raised my head to 
look down on the lovely creature who, eyes unfocused, was lost in ecstatic 
dissipation.  The sight of her caused me to choke a laugh, one of triumph 
perhaps, but she did look ridiculous.  Her upper lips pulled back to reveal 
even teeth that pressed on her lower ones.  Her expression was one of 
terrible strain, but she was only rolling her hips forward and back under 
mine.

She began to convulse and cry aloud wordlessly.  Her fingernails dug into my 
shoulders.  We fucked furiously.  Her eyeballs rolled back into her head.  I 
was not prepared for this caricature of an orgasm, but it was real.  She 
screamed into my face at the very moment I felt a tingle in my cock head.  
Within seconds, inspired by her example, I began to scream along with her, 
thrusting the spitting knob into her as deeply as I could.

"Get off now," she gasped after a moment of quiet.

I realized that my full weight was crushing her.  I rolled off to lie beside 
the sated woman, a cheek against her shoulder and one hand on a soft, sweaty 
tit, and listened to her panting subside.

"I should warn you," she said as her breathing calmed.  "Most women aren't 
as responsive as I am.  Don't expect it from the girls."

A modest breeze from the open window cooled our heated bodies delightfully.  
I snuggled my face to her cheek

"It was very dramatic," I said, kissing her eyelid, "not at all what I 
expected."

She rolled to face me, put an arm around my body and pressed her lips to 
mine.  I was in absolute heaven, even though my cock was soft.

"I'm not always like that, you know," she murmured, "just when I haven't had 
sex in a few months.  Next time I'll pay more attention to your needs."

"I have no complaints.  It was more than I dreamed of, a first time I'll 
always remember."

"One always remembers the first time, silly," she chided me playfully, 
finding my cock with her hand.   "But for guys it's always a pleasure.  When 
my girls are old women, they won't forget the pain you'll cause them."

"But I don't feel the same way about them now, not after what we've done. 
I'm more attracted to you.  Let another boy be their first."

"Hah!" she barked, rising up on an elbow to look at me.  "That's what you 
say now that you're drained.  In an hour or so, if I'm not available, you'll 
be eager to fuck those two whether you hurt them or not.  That's lesson 
Number One about men, lover."

I pulled her down to lie half atop me.  I fondled a butt cheek and fingered 
her ass hole.

"Maybe that's lesson Number Two," she giggled into my neck, "but not today.  
You'd better go home now before the girls return."

She rose to sit on the side of the bed.  She had a magnificent, slender 
body.  I ran my fingers down her back feeling the vertebrae.  She shivered 
and stood.

"I really don't need the girls," I persisted.  "Even when I'm horny, I'll 
wait for you."

She turned to look at me sternly.  "I'm fifteen years older than you, 
sweetheart.  That's not too great a difference, but I couldn't date you.  
Besides I'm looking for a man to marry."

I must have looked crestfallen, because she smiled sympathetically, leaned 
down and gave me a brief kiss.

"Don't look so sad," she said tenderly with a hand on my cheek.  "You can 
count on me for some time to come.  I think you're a prize, a diamond in the 
rough.  But you should make Gwen your steady.  She's about your age, and I 
know she likes you.  She had a fit when I told her I wanted to break you 
in."

So that's what it was about!

"And Peggy?" I asked carefully.  "Isn't twelve too young for . . ."

"For fucking?."  She finished my sentence when I faltered.  "Maybe for some 
girls her age, though that one is curious beyond her years.  But it's 
entirely up to you, although I expect she'll pester you until you agree."

She paused to look at me seriously.  "You'll avoid trouble, if you keep 
quiet about it.  Certainly the girls and I won't tell."


7/28

This morning after I got up to piss I returned to bed and played with my 
cock.  I had no intention of jacking off, because I had taken a vow the 
night before never to do it again.  A really hot woman was available to me, 
one whom I had once already transported to heaven.  And two virgin girls 
were eager for me to take their cherries.  Christ!  I had a harem.  Only a 
pervert would wack off having such a wealth of opportunities..

Mom seized upon the occasion of my smug good temper to get me into the back 
yard with the lawn mower.  I stripped to my shorts and worked up a good 
sweat in the morning heat.  It was a man's work, I thought, and in a very 
few hours I would be off to do a man's job of cherry picking.  After that 
Maggie would come home to find me ready for instruction in lesson number 
two.  How could she possibly enjoy being butt fucked?  But if that's what 
she wanted, I was the guy for it.  I was on top of the world.

When I turned to mow another swipe of grass, I saw Stella of the 
Fourth-of-July show-and-tell standing by the rose covered fence.  Summer 
garb revealed most of her flesh, skimpily covering just that which was 
socially required.  Her face was hardly cute, but her body was absolutely 
luscious with well shaped limbs and a tantalizing bulge at her tummy.  I 
remembered ogling her small boobs and almost hairless cunny on the Fourth.  
I knew the whole of the girl, and while she is certainly young and 
definitely illegal, she's hardly a baby.

"I can't find Mark," she said when I came up to her and rested my arms on 
the mower.

"Perhaps he's in hibernation waiting for Christmas," I responded teasingly.

"Christmas is too far off," she answered, looking at me boldly.

My god!  What's getting into these sixth and seventh grade girls?  When I 
was twelve, uttering the word "sex" was sufficient to set them running in 
panic.

"Mark and I don't hang out anymore," I explained.  "We had a fight."

"Over a girl, I bet," she responded with a sneer.  "Who won?"

"I did.  The girl likes me better."

She looked at me incredulously.  "The girl must be dopey and ugly, if you 
were the winner."  She turned up her nose.

The homely little bitch!  "She's smart and beautiful," I retorted, "and she 
chose the guy with the fattest cock."

Stella giggled with a hand to her mouth and actually blushed slightly before 
admitting, "She's right about that!"

"So Mark's not here and I don't know where he is.  What else can I do for 
you?"  I wanted her to leave.

She looked me up and down.  My body was less clad than hers.  "We could 
play," she replied tentatively, pushing her shoulders back slightly to 
emphasize her small tits.

The girl had never previously been this friendly toward me.  Either I had 
acquired a new stature in her eyes or she was experiencing a hormonal 
attack.  A week before I would have responded very foolishly to her seeming 
invitation "to play" and gotten myself into a lot of trouble.

"Sorry.  I can't play," I said as I repositioned the mower.  "After I finish 
here I'm going to see my girl."

"What's her name?"

The damned pest wouldn't leave!

"Gwen," I replied and pushed the machine a few inches.  "She has a cousin 
your age named Peggy."

He face lit up curiously.  "They live over by the tracks?"

I nodded, resting my arms again on the mower.

"I know Peggy!" she exclaimed in a low voice, the blush reappearing.

"A friend of yours?" I inquired casually, sensing an adolescent mystery.

"A couple of times," she whispered, blushing deeply.

She turned and walked slowly out of the yard without a further word.  She 
was more attractive from the rear, probably because one could avoid seeing 
her awkward face.  I ogled her fresh legs, so like the ones I intended to 
lick that afternoon.  "A couple of  times."  Could that mean what I 
suspected?  I would ask Peggy.  She wouldn't hesitate to tell me everything.

When I arrived at Gwen's house early in the afternoon, the front door was 
shut and there was no response to my knock.  I just couldn't believe it!  I 
was batting 0 for 3 with these girls!  I walked from the porch into the 
dusty yard cursing hostile gods.  Maggie would not be home until after five. 
  I had wanted to present her with two deflowered girls, hoping for a 
suitable reward.  Not willing to return home immediately, I went back to the 
porch and sat on the steps.  For the next ten minutes or so I stared across 
the street at an empty lot and mentally dozed until the rumbling of a slow 
moving train restored my alertness.  I stood to look at the boxcars, reading 
the words painted on them and trying to guess how far they had traveled.

"We were at the mall.  Sorry."  Gwen's voice startled me from behind.

I turned to the two lovelies.  The pretty blonde seemed out of breath.  
Peggy took hold of my hand, looking into my face with nervous excitement.  
Finally!  I sighed inwardly in relief.  We were together, ready for the 
great adventure.  We had a private place and all afternoon in which to play. 
  An awkward silence lasted a minute as we looked at one another thinking of 
our agenda.

"Let's go inside," the little one suggested.  "It's cooler there."

I closed the door to the rest of the world.  Gwen shuffled her feet near the 
kitchen door looking intently at her shoes.  Peggy stood closer, biting her 
lower lip, staring at me.  I didn't know how to begin.

"How do we begin?" I asked softly.  "With kisses?"

Peggy stepped to me for an embrace.  Her short-cropped hair tickled my chin.

"You and I have already been naked together," she said loud enough for Gwen 
to hear.  "I made you squirt."

Her cousin stared at us with a troubled expression on her lovely blonde 
face.  She could make no such claim of familiarity.  We were almost 
strangers.

"Let's sit on the couch," I suggested, pulling Peggy with me in that 
direction.  We sat on the lumpy purple monstrosity.

Gwen hesitated, then came slowly to us.  She lowered herself next to me, on 
my right.  Her shapely thighs were slightly pale despite the summer sun.  
The left one brushed against me.  Her tanktop hung almost flat on her chest 
promising, in my mind, nothing but swollen pink nipples and perhaps a little 
softness around them.  Yet she was as tall as I and not much younger.

She turned a pouting face to me and complained bitterly, "Mamma shouldn't 
have taken you away from me yesterday!"

"But I was still a stranger to you.  Why'd you get so angry?"

I looked into her limpid blue eyes and then at her ponytail tied with a 
black ribbon.

"Prince Charming was a stranger to Cinderella.  Still she went with him 
because he was pure and she was ready to go all the way."   She stopped 
speaking to gaze intently at me.

What a curious reading of the fairy tale, I thought.

"And I'm your prince?" I asked carefully in an effort to avoid offense.

"I chose you as my virgin prince and we were going to do it purely just like 
in the story, but Mamma took you first."

"Gwen's a romantic," Peggy declared as if it were an obvious fact.

"So I'm no longer your prince, is that it?" I asked cautiously.

"No, I suppose not," she admitted glumly.  She contorted her lips curiously. 
  "But I still want to do it, only it won't be the same now."

I leaned against the back of the couch with a sigh.  Peggy nestled her head 
affectionately against me, my left arm holding her close.  I placed a hand 
tentatively on Gwen's near thigh, so hairless and smooth near the hem of her 
shorts.  We still looked at each other from inches away.

"Are you sure about this?  Maybe you'll find another virgin prince."

My offer to pass her to another guy was hardly sincere, but it seemed the 
right thing to say at the moment.

She scowled.  "I don't want to wait.  I want to get the hurting part over 
with so I can begin to enjoy it like Mamma."

The little one piped up.  "Then you can find a virgin prince like Mamma did 
yesterday and really have fun."

Gwen smiled for the first time.  "Perhaps.  I bet there are a lot of cute 
guys at school who haven't done it yet."

"So you just want me for this first time?" I protested perhaps too loudly.  
"I thought we might go steady after you stop hurting."

She threw me a rather disdainful glance.  "You?  I hardly know you."

"I'll be your girl," Peggy volunteered, squeezing me tightly with an arm 
across my chest.

The girl's offer was charming and welcome, but hardly practical.  I couldn't 
date a seventh grader.  It became obvious to me that Gwen and I were not 
destined for romance, or, more importantly, for regular sex.  I was just the 
guy she had chosen to unblock her passageway, a task she could have 
accomplished more readily by herself with a hairbrush handle or a kielbasa.

"Well then, let's do it," I announced, rising to my feet with the little one 
clinging to my waist.  I was irked and disappointed, of course.  But I was 
powerfully aroused nevertheless;  I was about to fuck a beautiful girl

Gwen did not hesitate.  She jump up briskly and preceded me to the room she 
shared with Peggy, where she snatched her clothes off in no time.  I 
disrobed more slowly, because I was distracted by the sight of her nakedness 
only four feet away.  Like her mother she had a glorious, slender blonde 
body with a light brown bush, but the resemblance stopped there.  I imagined 
Gwen to be somehow fresher.  Her tits were mere gentle pale mounds 
surmounted by rosy nipples.  She had less flesh on her torso and limbs, 
which accentuated a youthfulness that matched her young, pretty face.  She 
was a naked cheerleader with a golden pony tail.

Peggy, still clothed,  leaned against a window sill in anticipation of the 
coming show.  I face her as I dropped my underpants and kicked them away.  I 
heard Gwen gasp when she saw my erect cock in profile.

"You've seen it before," I said, turning to her, "when I was on the couch 
with Peggy."

Her upper lip gave a single nervous twitch.  "I really didn't look."  She 
gulped, staring in fascination.  "It seemed smaller then."

I went to her, placed my hands on her narrow waist and pulled her against 
me.  She came willingly.

"We could have some fun before the hurt," I suggested softly, "even though 
I'm not your virgin Prince Charming."

She smiled weakly, puckering when I kissed her lips and meeting my tongue 
with hers.  My cock pressed against her abdomen.  My hands fondled two perky 
butt cheeks.  In each other's arms we slowly reclined on to the bed.  I 
scooted her fully upon it and spread her long legs to kneel between them, 
leaning slightly forward for my hands to roam up and down the soft, shapely 
flesh.

"I want to lick on you," I said in a quaky, aroused voice.  "I want to taste 
you and bring you off."

Her mouth and eyes opened widely in surprise.  She turned her head to face 
Peggy who crouched close by on the floor leaning on the mattress.

The little one's mouth was also agape.  "Stella said guys don't do that!"

I covered Gwen's svelte body with my own, supporting my weight on elbows.  
We kissed, trading spit in growing excitement.  She signaled her eagerness 
with one hand squeezing my upper arm and the other fondling the back of my 
head.  I nibbled an ear lobe, kissed her neck, licked her right shoulder.  I 
embarked upon the grand tour of her luscious body with my mouth, lingering 
at her curiously small breasts.  The flat stomach and fresh thighs felt the 
wet of my tongue.  When my nose disturbed her pubic bush, she raised her 
knees and pushed her butt forward in a maneuver that seemed familiar and 
practiced.  I began eating her out with the knowledge of book learning, 
video tapes and one prior experience.  She was moist and sweet, I thought, 
ignoring a slight urine smell.  After less than a minute of nibbling and 
lapping her pleasure spot I realized my efforts were succeeding.  She began 
to squirm and moan with increasing loudness until she bucked powerfully 
against my face and yelled without words.

I quickly moved my body between her inviting legs to kiss her face and 
mouth, one hand on my cock searching for the magic opening.  Her wide open 
eyes and trembling lips informed me she was aroused yet apprehensive.  I 
poked my cock at her, pressed hard and felt the knob break through an 
obstruction.  She grimaced and uttered a small cry, but she did not appear 
to suffer great pain.  I worked into her incredible tightness inch by inch 
until our bellies pressed together.  I kissed her lips as I stroked slowly 
in and out, very quickly feeling the warning tingle in my cock head.

"Please hurry," she murmured plaintively into my face.  Her arms continued 
to embrace me tightly.  And then with a long stroke followed by another more 
powerful I groaned and squirted ecstatically into the lovely girl.

I rolled off this no longer virgin beauty and sat up on the side of the bed. 
  Peggy leaned close to examine the mess in her cousin's groin.  Gwen was 
oozing bright red blood onto the sheet, mixed with watery white spunk.  The 
little one's head dropped between her cousin's legs.  I'm sure my mouth fell 
open, even more so when the extended tongue lapped at the mixture instead of 
the elder clit.  Thinking about it now, I wonder if she has tasted her 
cousin's monthly blood too.  Do girl lovers often do such a thing?  I can 
imagine that tomboy eating her own boogers!  I think Peggy will be a natural 
at cocksucking.  For sure she shouldn't mind the taste of spunk, even 
without blood!

Mission accomplished, I thought proudly.  I rose to my feet and left the 
room in search of a Coke.  When I returned with a glass of lemonade, I 
discovered Peggy, naked, playfully squirming atop her cousin.  For a while I 
leaned against the doorjamb and watched, hearing their murmurs.  Gwen seemed 
to be reassuring Peggy that it hadn't hurt much.  They were amazingly 
beautiful, I thought.  I could not imagine two boys being so attractive 
together.

Gwen pushed the little one off, got up from the bed and came to me.  She 
captured my hand with the glass and took a swallow without turning her eyes 
from my face. Her expression was one of pleased approval.  I placed a hand 
on her bare waist, pulling her gently to me for a kiss that she returned as 
though we were lovers.  She lingered in my one arm embrace, rubbed her nose 
against mine then stood back to take the glass again, this time to her own 
hand.

"You're a prince after all, Marsh," she said after swallowing the last of 
the lemonade.

I understood the words as an invitation to be her guy.  I ran both hands up 
her sides, the thumbs finding her swollen nipples.

"And will you be my princess?" I asked.  The words came out smoothly with an 
unaccustomed ease.

She sniffed.  "We'll see.  We're still strangers, you know."  But her eyes 
were twinkling.

She pulled me into the hallway next to the bathroom door.  "I'm not sure 
Peggy is quite ready, if you planned to do her too," she murmured in my ear.

"And if she is, would you mind?"

"No, not really."  She leaned her naked body against mine.  "She's on the 
pill, and I know for sure some boy will screw her this summer.  Why not you? 
  You're a gentle guy."

She pressed her lips to my cheek.  "I'm going to take a shower now and go 
visit a girlfriend.    Peggy's nervous all of a sudden.  I'll get out of 
your way.  Besides I'll be sore for the next few days."

"Sure, go ahead.  Brag to your friend," I said, returning her kiss.

Peggy lounged on the bed with arms spread above her head and one knee 
slightly raised.  She appeared illicitly stunning, I thought.  When I lay 
beside her, she came unbidden into my arms to snuggle like a child.  But she 
was one only in the eyes of the law.  In the privacy of that bedroom she was 
a vibrant, eager young female who wanted a lover.

"You can't put it in when it's all soft," she said quietly into my ear when 
her hand found my cock.

"It'll be ready when you are, little one," I replied.

I ran my hand down her back as she lay half atop me, caressed a butt cheek, 
fondled an upper thigh of remarkable smoothness.  Suddenly I dreaded hurting 
the lovely, trusting girl.

"Perhaps you'd rather wait for another time," I suggested.

"Perhaps," she whispered, her face on my neck.  "But you make me tingle."

She rolled onto her back again to stare into my face with a nervous smile.

"Lick on me first, like you did Gwen," she said in a rush.  "Then maybe do 
it."

"Maybe?"

She made a goofy face like a twelve year old.  "I'm scared," she admitted.

"Then we'll wait for another time," I announced.

"But you'll still lick on me?" she asked anxiously.

"Of course, sweetheart.  I'm going to eat you up."

I pressed my face to her soft tummy and tickled her with nose and chin.  She 
squirmed and shrieked in delight.  We played tickle games like children for 
long minutes.  I concentrated on her immature sexual parts, arousing her and 
myself as well.  We wrestled boisterously on the bed until I realized we had 
fallen into the classic 69 position I had seen so often in the magazines.  
My cheek lay upon a soft upper thigh with her virtually hairless cunny lips 
almost within reach of my tongue.  I felt her hand on my cock, once again 
hard, then the knob of it slipped into her mouth.  I began to lick on her.

We sought to pleasure each other for some time without much effect, although 
I for one enormously enjoyed the attempt.  Eventually she started to squirm 
and I heard muffled moans.  Her lips left my cock as she surrendered to her 
approaching orgasm.  I played her like an instrument and she sang aloud 
childish squeaks as her body seemed to vibrate then go rigid.  I stopped, 
rose to a half sitting position and pulled her to me.

"You can do it now, if you want, Marsh," she gasped into my ear.

"Another time, darling," I whispered, pulling her down to the pillow where 
she snuggled with me in great contentment.

I spotted Gwen at the door.  She had been watching.  She waved with her 
fingers, smiled in continuing approval and left the house.

I lay with Peggy in my arms until I knew she had fallen asleep.  Then I 
carefully disentangled myself, rose from the bed and sneaked away with my 
clothes in my hand.


7/28

It struck me this morning as I lay in bed that I'm now a very different guy 
than I used to be.  It's not just the incredible luck of finding three 
females for steady fucking after a lifetime of furtive masturbation.  I 
could have remained an awkward jerk even so.  Their affection has changed me 
somehow.  It's not just the sex.  They treat me like a man.

It's curious.  They don't ask me to choose between them; they're not jealous 
of each other, except maybe a little bit between Maggie and Gwen.  I'm 
certainly glad it's no worse!  Thank god I don't have to make a choice, 
because if I had to choose it would be Peggy, who'll remain dangerously 
young for the next three or four years.

Mom has noticed a change in me over the past couple of days.  She doesn't 
suspect I'm ill, because, she says, I'm too cheerful.  It wasn't difficult 
for me to explain that I have a girl; that self-confidence is part of the 
new me.  I suppose it was a lie to conceal the fact that I have three girls 
and am having sex with all of them.  That's the new me too.

I got caught in a downpour on my way to their house and arrived there 
soaked.  Peggy opened the door and squealed at my wetness.  Maggie came into 
the living room attracted by the noise.

"Don't drip in my house, Marshall!" she complained with a smile.  "Let's 
take off those clothes and hang them over the bathtub."

Maggie was not at work, because it was Saturday.  Gwen would be home from 
the bakery later that afternoon.  With their unnecessary but welcome 
assistance I was quickly stripped naked.  Maggie looked at me approvingly 
with hands on hips.

"It sure is nice to have a man around the house," she said with eyes on my 
mid section.

When soft, my cock dangles almost five inches.  I've always been proud of 
that.

She smirked.  "What I mean, of course, is that you can help me move the 
fridge.  I want to clean behind it."

She turned her attention to Peggy who stood beside me holding my hand like I 
were a new prize.  The woman really loved the girl, her late brother's 
child.  That was obvious from the tender expression on her mature face.

"Honey," she said.  "Please run down to the store and get me some cleanser.  
I'm all out."

"It's raining out, Mamma," the girl protested.  "You just want to talk with 
Marsh some more.  I want to watch."

"The rain's let up, sweetheart, and I do need the cleanser.  You can watch 
when you get back, so hurry."

Peggy released my hand then grasped my cock possessively.  "I'll be right 
back," she said sternly, looking up at me.  "Don't start without me."

She was quickly out the door, leaving it open behind her, and skipping 
across the muddy yard.  I watched the backs of her perfectly formed legs and 
felt a stirring in my dangle.  Maggie stepped to the door and closed it.

"You didn't give her any money," I remarked.

"Akhmed let's me run an account," she replied vacantly, looking at me with a 
new seriousness.

"You've really caused a change in this house, Marshall, and in such a short 
time," she said with a hand on my bare shoulder.

"Peggy said not to start before she gets back," I objected with a grin, 
misreading her friendly gesture.

"Hah!  You young guys think too much with your cocks," she snorted taking 
hold of it.  "This doesn't feel like an urgent problem, but I'll give you 
some quick relief if you want."

"I can wait," I admitted.

"For Peggy."

I nodded.  She took my hand and led me to the couch were we sat together.

"You didn't rip her yesterday," she said rather solemnly still holding my 
hand.

"She wasn't ready for it, Maggie.  I think right now she's happy enough to 
have the option of doing it or not."

"That's probably so," she responded with a sigh.  "When I was eleven I 
didn't have that choice.  I foolishly got a boy worked up and then I 
couldn't stop him.  But I'm impressed with you, Marsh.  Peggy told me all 
about what you two did, and you could have taken her at any time.  Hah!  Two 
virgins in a single afternoon!  That would be a memory to gloat over!  But 
you didn't do it."

"She was a frightened little girl, Maggie.  It would have been cruel to take 
advantage of her."

"She's not so little, and I doubt she'll go back to school a virgin.  I'd 
thank you, but you didn't do anything heroic.  You're just a naturally 
decent person."

She put an arm around me for a motherly hug, but she quickly became a lover 
again, when she took my cock in hand.

"You did a fine job on Gwen yesterday," she said distractedly, pumping me to 
full erection.

"It didn't seem to hurt her much," I responded with my eyes on her work.

She turned to look at my face.  "No, and I'm surprised considering the size 
of this thing.  I guess she's one of the lucky ones.  You really conquered 
her, Marsh.  She's ecstatic.  She calls you her prince."

I began to feel an urgent need.  She continued to stroke me slowly, watching 
my face.

"When do you think she'll be able, you know, to enjoy it?" I asked a bit 
heavily.

"So you want to send her to the moon, do you?  Wait about a week."

She leaned down and took the cock into her mouth to begin a greedy sucking.

The front door banged open.  "You said you'd wait!" Peggy complained 
bitterly, coming into the room and directly to the couch.  "I want to do 
it!" she demanded and fell to her knees in front of me.

Maggie leaned back on the cushion.  "Don't choke, honey," she said.  "When 
Marsh tells you, be sure to close your throat."

Such unusual motherly advice, I thought.  I too leaned back, put an arm 
around the woman and fondled a mature tit as the little one struggled with 
the size of my knob.  It stretched her mouth but she got it in and a little 
more.  Although I had experienced just two blowjobs in my life, and those 
recently, it was obvious the girl was doing a poor job.  But it was 
sufficient.  When I said "here it comes" and placed a hand on her head, she 
sucked powerfully and received the first blast totally unprepared.  She 
reeled back on the floor coughing and choking.  Maggie was with her in a 
second to comfort her and lead her to the bathroom retching. I finished 
myself by hand feeling very selfish and stupid.

Sometime later, after I had moved the refrigerator and when Maggie was 
cleaning the kitchen floor, Peggy and I lay naked on the woman's bed, which 
was larger than Gwen's.

"Sometimes I sleep with Gwen," she said in reply to my question about the 
subject, "but mostly I sleep with Mamma.  When I'm mad, I sleep on the 
couch."

"When you're mad?"  I grinned.  "What makes you mad, Peggy?"

"Lots of things!  You ought to have an older sister."

As I understood it they weren't sisters, but I could check that out another 
time.  Just now I was interested in something else.  "When you sleep with 
Gwen, do you, you know, touch each other?"

I wanted to ask about Stella next.  Gwen leaned on an elbow to look into my 
face.

"You mean do lezzy stuff?"  Her voice had the sound of purest innocence.  
"We did it all the time when I first moved in a couple of years ago.  She 
was my first girl.  She gave me my first big one.  And Mamma slobbered all 
over me one night when she was drunk, but she felt awful about it the next 
morning.  That's when she stopped drinking.  She got us together.  She 
called it a family conference, and she said we shouldn't do it with each 
other, that we should find friends outside the house.  So now Gwen and I 
snuggle only every once in a while."

The little one cuddled to me.  I relished her slightly sour, unwashed odor, 
natural like a dank forest lowland with a slight mixture of urine.

"Do you suck cock all the time?" she asked sweetly after a moment.

"No!" I exclaimed in outraged shock, rising up from bed abruptly.  But I 
smiled weakly when I saw her troubled face, confused by my outburst.

"I only did it once, sweetheart," I said softly, pulling her close to rub my 
face in her boyish hair.

She pulled back to look at me.  "Me too!   And you'd better teach me how to 
do it better.  I almost puked."

We lay back on the bed.  She nestled her head on my shoulder, and with my 
free hand I roamed the front of her torso and thighs.  I pulled gently on 
strands of silky pubic hair.

"There's a girl in my neighborhood named Stella," I murmured into her face.  
"She says she knows you."

"I know two Stellas," she responded.  "Is this one blonde and fat, or does 
she have a horsy face and a nice body?"

I began to wriggle a finger at the top of her slit. She squirmed.

"She has a body almost as lovely as yours, but there's less hair than you 
between the legs."

"You saw her cunny?  Be careful, Marsh.  She blabs."

She squirmed some more.  "Lower," she whispered and pushed at my finger.

"Did she blab on you?" I asked, diddling her nub.

"Let's not talk now," she gasped and pressed her face to my neck.  "That's 
right, that's right," she mumbled.  Her body stiffened.

I removed the hand and brought it to my face to suck the tip of the naughty 
finger.  Slowly she relaxed in my embrace.

"That was nice, Marsh," she said in a muffled voice against my neck, "but 
it's much better when you lick on me.  Maybe you can fuck me today."

"Whenever you're ready, sweetheart."

"Hey!"  Maggie called from the doorway.  "Do you lovers want some lunch?"

She served us the tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches in a very 
professional manner, reflecting her employment at Bob's Diner, where she 
worked seven to four every weekday. The fact that Peggy and I were naked and 
she was fully clothed further emphasized the social chasm that usually 
separates a waitress from her customers.  Whatever the reason, Maggie was 
not in the best of moods.

"I just feel so old today," she complained at one point.

Peggy looked at the woman briefly without comprehension and resumed slurping 
her soup.  I suspected the onset of jealousy.  As a mother she wanted 
nothing but happiness for her kids. But the raw woman inside perhaps 
resented Peggy, because of my obvious infatuation in the girl, and probably 
Gwen as well, who she thought had the best chance of the three of nailing me 
down.  Though I responded heartily to her passionate nature, I was too young 
for her beyond an occasional tumble under the sheets.

Peggy and I brought the dirty dishes to the sink as Maggie leaned morosely 
against the fridge.

"Can I cheer you up?"  I offered with a kiss to her cheek.

"It must be my period, Marsh.  It started all of a sudden and now I'm in the 
dumps.  I think I'll take a nap and perhaps dream of finding a husband 
better than the last one."

She sagged away, shuffled to her bedroom and closed the door.  Once again I 
found myself alone with the affectionate twelve year-old who promptly 
suggested we go to Gwen's bed and play at sex.

"I think I'm ready this time, Marsh," she whispered as if it were a secret.

She snuggled to me from behind as I lay on my side facing away from her. I 
still thought of Maggie's unhappiness and selfishly worried that I had lost 
the woman without having experienced lesson number two.

"You just think so," I snapped crossly.  "You don't really know what you 
want."

I rolled over to face her.  Perhaps there was something in the air, but I 
found the girl suddenly annoying.  I was as edgy as Maggie.

"What did I do?" she responded angrily.  "All I said was I'm ready to fuck."

"Well let's do it and get it over with," I barked.  "We've been talking 
about this for the past two days."

I was prepared to perform a surgical procedure to clear her passageway and 
be done with it.  I wanted to go home.  I felt an inexplicable disinterest 
in females and sex.  The only problem was the slackness of my cock.

Peggy slapped at it.   "So you can't get it up!" she complained.  "Now of 
all times!"

I resolved to do it.  I refused to leave the imp a virgin.  I leaned over 
her supported by an extended arm and squeezed her immature boobs, thinking 
back to the very recent past when I would have humiliated myself for such an 
opportunity.  She stared up at me sullenly as I stroked and fondled her 
alluring thighs, too young and too sexy.  I ogled her almost bare pussy 
lips.  Here was a female, begging me to fuck her.  Thought of that did the 
trick.  It certainly was not romance that got me ready to fuck.

"Be careful now," she nagged as she spread her legs and raised her knees.

I positioned myself atop her and eased my weight onto my elbows.  Her face 
was out of sight beneath me.  I was about to reach a hand down to direct my 
cock, but I felt her hand doing it for me.

"Let's push together," she called out as though we about to heave a heavy 
object.

I slammed at her, hitting the target on the first try.  My cock broke 
through and plunged in halfway before she screamed piteously.  She pushed 
violently at me with her hands in an effort to dislodge the painful 
intruder.  I could not dismount the bawling girl fast enough.  Maggie rushed 
into the room just as I was backing away.

"What happened?" she demanded, glaring at both of us.  She rushed to the bed 
where Peggy rolled in pain holding her bloody groin.

She took one look and turned to me with some of the same ferocity she had 
shown to Mark.  "So you finally did it!  Why couldn't you be gentle?"

"I, I'm s-sorry!  I didn't ... mean--"

"I think you'd better leave, Marshall."  She sat on the bed and pulled the 
sobbing girl against her breast.  She looked up.  "Right now."


8/4

I jacked off again this morning, once more without the advantage of my 
magazines.  I had foolishly thrown them into the trash when I thought they 
had become an unnecessary embarrassment, something Mom might discover.  But 
that was when I had more females than I could handle.

Jack's coming over today.  We're going to the beach.  He said Mark has 
returned to California where he will complete his senior year living with an 
uncle.  I know now that I'm not queer, but he did have nice legs.


8/5

Mom called from downstairs this morning before I had time to jack off.  
"Marshall, there's a girl here to see you."

I rushed down to find Gwen standing in the hallway with Mom lurking behind 
her.  Gwen was primly dress in skirt and blouse with low heels and white 
anklets.  Her ponytail bounced when she turned her head toward the stairs to 
greet me.

"Hi, Marsh," she said sweetly, sounding like an innocent schoolgirl too shy 
to be a cheerleader.

"H'lo," I mumbled to her but looked at Mom, who scowled at me, having 
already decided this girl was not good enough.

"Let's go outside," I suggested hurriedly, wanting to escape the hostile 
glare.

The lawn was dry from a lack of rain.  A newsboy threw a paper onto a porch 
across the street.  Young kids yelled on the corner.  I noticed everything 
except the girl beside me who could only be bringing me bad news.  Perhaps 
Peggy was in the hospital.  Worse than that, maybe Maggie had called the 
police.

"I've missed you," she said simply and quietly, taking hold of my hand.  
"You're my prince.  Don't you remember?"

"I'm still your prince?" I asked incredulously.  "Despite everything?"

"Despite what?" she scoffed.  "Despite nothing.  Maggie and Peggy aren't mad 
at you, not any more.  They just don't want you to come over right now.  
Peggy just got her first period."

216.144.8.81I stared at the pretty blonde girl with tiny tits.  I was still 
her prince, she said.  Suddenly the world became more reasonable again.  I 
felt like a worthwhile guy, though I could hardly believe she wanted to be 
my girl.

As usual I tried to screw it up.  "But we scarcely know each other, you 
said."

"That's still true, Marsh, but it doesn't matter.  Cinderella took a while 
to learn her prince too."

We turned hand in hand toward the vast field two blocks away, well known to 
neighborhood teenagers as the place to lower themselves into the tall dry 
grass and became lost to the world.

"I'm not sore any more," she said softly, squeezing my hand.

We crossed the street and waded about one hundred yards through chest-high 
weeds until we came upon a spot trampled perhaps by previous lovers.  We 
sank to our knees, which was sufficient to hide us from chance observers.  
Then Gwen lay on her back with limbs spread widely and butt squirming in the 
matted foliage.

"It's not as nice as a bed," she remarked brightly, "but it sure is scary 
fun out here in the open."

I leaned down to pull off her shoes.   When I sought to unzip her skirt, she 
had second thoughts.

"We might get caught," she protested weakly, covering the zipper with a 
hand.

A further thought prompted the suggestion,  "Let's do it while we're mostly 
dressed."

I quickly pulled her panties off  and pushed down my shorts.  I lay beside 
the eager girl who unexpectedly swung a leg over my body and rolled heavily 
atop me.  For a minute or two we passionately kissed each other's lips and 
faces until she raised slightly to her knees, inserted a hand between us and 
squirmed onto my cock until it was completely embedded.

"Oh, god, Marsh!" she exclaimed joyfully, her face to mine.  "It fills me up 
so wonderfully!"

I held still, biting my lower lip to ward off the tingle.  She leaned above 
me supported by extended arms and pumped up and down, discovering just the 
right rhythm and wriggly moves for her pleasure.  I stared into her ecstatic 
face, my hands on her moving, fresh thighs, hoping I could withstand the 
exquisite assault on my cock until her climax.

"Oh, Marsh! Oh, Marsh!" she squealed and brought her face to mine for wet, 
excited kisses.

I began to thrust upward, knowing she was on the brink.  She yelled aloud 
and I groaned a cry almost at the same time, her lips pressed to my face, my 
hands pulling down on her butt cheeks for the deepest penetration.  I 
shuddered then relaxed totally with her weight now fully upon me.

She rolled off to lie beside me, our faces together, my hand inside her 
blouse to play with a swollen nipple.  We regained our breath as she cuddled 
to me.

"That was so good," she murmured.  "Peggy's in for a surprise."

"Yes it was," I acknowledged, "but it would be even better in a bed when we 
wouldn't have to rush at it."

She snuggled her face in my neck.

"You can come over in a couple of days, but I'll have to share you,"she said 
in a muffled voice.

"All three of my girls at once?" I teased.

She rose onto an elbow and scowled at me.

"I'm your girl, Marshall!  Don't you forget that!  You can fuck them 
sometimes, but you'll only make love to me."

We cuddled a while longer, exchanging brief, gentle kisses.

"Marsh?" she whispered in my ear.  "Mamma said she wants you back to teach 
you lesson Number Two.  What does she mean by that?"

I roamed a palm over perky butt cheeks, fingering the crack.

"That's something I want to learn, darling, so I can teach you some night 
when we're alone."

She raised her head to look at me crossly, and she was about to speak when 
we heard voices not far off.

"Quick!" she exclaimed and grabbed her panties.

I rushed to slip into my shorts, and we were soon sufficiently clad to rise 
to our feet.  A group of four teenagers headed in our direction.

"You can tell me about this lesson tomorrow," she said with a worried glance 
at the the approaching kids, three guys and a girl. "I have to run now or 
I'll be late for work."

Without a parting kiss she loped through the weeds away from the intruders.  
She paused a second for a brief wave, then continued toward the street and 
Humes Bakery four blocks distant where she worked.

"Hey, Marsh!" one of the guys called.  It was Jack.  "You getting any?"

I shrugged my shoulders in a hopeless gesture.

"Ain't it a bitch!" he exclaimed with a laugh.



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