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      JZL11_10M: The Girls Can Go On Without Me

Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
aren't old enough to read this, go home!

JZL11_10M: The Girls Can Go On Without Me 

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2003.  Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

Eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called sex. - by Jeff
Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000-2003.


JZL is my life story series.  You can find out more about the entire
series at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/jeffzephyr/www/jzlstories.html, and more
of year 11 at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/jeffzephyr/www/jzleleven.html.  This
episode is at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/jeffzephyr/www/JZL11_10_Sitting_in_a_Tree_FUCKING.html.




JZL11_10: Sitting in a Tree on Saturday: F U C K I N G! 
 (mf mff ff oral rom) by Jeff Zephyr

Coding note: The participants in this story are age twelve, or almost
twelve.  If I was going to tell a fictional story of young love, I'd
advance them to age thirteen.  Why?  Because that makes them
teenagers, not preteens, so they get to use the m and f codes.  But we
were slightly precocious, doing things maybe a year or so ahead of
"schedule."  Yet I think that our interaction was much like that of
teenagers, not little kids.  Real people develop at different speeds,
and some of them mature early.

JZL11_10 Sitting in a Tree on Saturday is a very long "chapter" in my
life story.  It only covers one day, but it is a very eventful day for
us, with a wide range of activities.

Sherry and Jeff...... Sitting in a Tree.  F U C K I N G!  (on
Saturday)

JZL11_10J-P: Whatever happened after your honeymoon? .... the stuff
after our nap...

- 10M-

JZL11_10M: The Girls Can Go On Without Me 



The two girls took me up on my offer.  Well, really, they were already
doing it.  I felt Maureen move away from me, so I opened my eyes just
enough to see what was going on.

She'd got up, then pounced on Sherry, kissing her breasts, her navel,
and her pussy.  The girls rolled around a bit, with Maureen's head
ending up over Sherry's bottom, while Sherry still enjoyed Maureen's
pussy from below.

I couldn't see either's face very well.  Maureen's bottom was closer
to me, so I could see her naked ass fine.  Sherry's head was between
Maureen's legs, but those legs blocked my view.  Likewise, Sherry had
her legs drawn up close around Maureen's head, pushed up some too, so
I couldn't see the point of mouth-body contact either.  I wanted my
own chance to experience this 69 position.  Not just watching it, and
especially, not watching it without seeing all the details.  I didn't
feel like moving for a better view, so I watched them, only being able
to imagine the secret spots.

But it was still beautiful to see.  Too much to watch, but I could
hear them going at it as I lay back and relaxed.  I could imagine the
girls doing this every night, and other things together.  Would they
still do it when we were all grown up and living together?  I figured
they would.

Just because we'd be three or four in our "couple" didn't mean that
often just two of us would be together.  I imagined doing this 69
thing with Annie, while Maureen and Sherry did it beside us.  Why I
was thinking and daydreaming about our future, I don't know.  But I
was, and it was like I had no choice but to lay flat on my back, naked
- and feeling the breeze and sun on me - and think.

Did the girls need to think the same things?  I expected so, but I
didn't feel like interrupting them to ask right now.  Nor did I want
to interrupt my own reverie to speak, or even to move to look at them
getting it on.

The sounds of their lovemaking were delightful.  Very arousing, to my
surprise.  Well, not surprise exactly, I'd never worked my dick
sexually like this before.  So getting a third wind so soon was nice. 
Even though I had no idea how long I'd lay there, I didn't think it
could have been all that long.  My girlfriends were still doing it,
eating each other out.  Making love to each other, and I opened my
eyes fully to watch.

I loved watching them.  I'd wondered what it would look like, but
hadn't got around to asking them to show me.  I don't even know if I
would have done that.  You know, just ask them to make love as a show
for me?  It would be like me masturbating, or maybe even making love
to someone else - even a boy! - just for them.

OK, maybe that wouldn't be so bad.   But they were doing this for
themselves.  I was very quiet, trying not to get their attention at
all as I slowly moved around them for a better view.

It wasn't so much different from what they'd done in front of me on
purpose.  Probably, that was because they'd done just what they did
together anyway, not something special just for me.

That made me feel especially happy.  They looked so beautiful
together, and they liked doing what they did together, in private,
without me, right in front of me.

Could I do that?  What if Annie was here, would I feel so relaxed,
right off, to just do what we did when we were alone?

Sure,  I thought... I could anyway.  I should, since we were going to
get married and be together forever.  I wished, again, that we could
just go right ahead and start doing that.

I knew we couldn't.  Maybe that made it easier to wish for it, knowing
that it wasn't going to happen.  I knew we needed to grow up more to
live on our own.  But it still would have been nice to sleep together
openly.  Of course, that wasn't about to happen either, and I knew
that too.

I was watching Maureen lick Sherry's pussy, when she noticed me.  She
probably saw me earlier and did nothing, but maybe not - her eyes were
closed a lot, and the two girls were really into doing things to each
other.

I could see into Sherry's pussy, as Maureen licked inside it.  One
hand was on each leg, fingers pulling her pussy open.  What did that
feel like?  Maureen licked all over, up Sherry's clit, sucking on it,
then mashing her mouth over it like she was really going to eat it.

Watching was almost like having her do it to me.  So although I
couldn't know exactly how it felt on a girl like Sherry, I knew that
those kisses, licks, and sucks had to feel at least as good as they
did on my privates.  My dick, my balls... I was hard and aroused,
ready for action, without even touching them.

The angle was different than before.  I could see Sherry's vagina,
while the upper part of her pussy was hidden by Maureen's head.  With
her legs pushed up and out, it was wide open.

No porn picture I'd ever seen looked so erotic, I thought again.  I
wanted to join in on the action, but this was the girls' turn.  I knew
I could interrupt them.  They'd probably let me without a complaint. 
After all, they could do this whenever they wanted, right?

I didn't content myself with merely watching.  I moved closer, to take
a real close look at what was going on with Sherry's pussy.  I put my
hands by Maureen's, stroking Sherry.  I avoided her vagina, just
barely, petting the soft smooth flesh on each side.  Moving out, down
her legs and ass, slowly to her knees, then back again.

The girls didn't stop, nor did they speak.  Maureen looked at me, but
kept her attention on making love to Sherry.

I don't know if either one had an orgasm while I was out of it.  But
Maureen hadn't come - at least I hadn't noticed it happen - while she
sucked my dick, nor had I spotted Sherry reaching a self-induced
climax.  Sherry's pussy was hot and wet, and a pretty shade of red,
sure signs that she was very aroused by this action.

I figured that they'd let me know when they were ready to stop.

I loved watching Maureen gobble up Sherry's pussy.  I wasn't sure if I
could do it exactly the same way, but I took in all I watched, hoping
that somehow I could do the same things.

After a while, I wondered what Maureen was getting on her pussy. 
Should I leave Sherry's pussy alone, and go help her out with Maureen?

I wanted to see Sherry come.  I wasn't sure why, because I'd already
figured out that there wasn't that much to see down on her pussy.  It
would be inside Maureen's mouth in any case, so even if there was
something visible, I couldn't watch it.

Having figured that out, I slid out from between Sherry's legs, and
around to the sides of the girls.  I stopped, rubbing Maureen's lovely
naked back as I watched the two of them keep on doing it.

How did they know that I wanted them to keep on doing it?  Or were
they just so into it that they couldn't stop?

I didn't care.  OK, my dick was bugging me just a little, but it was
just a bit achy from our earlier activity.  I didn't feel any intense
demand to actually do something with it, so I could enjoy the show the
girls were giving me.

Only it was way more than just a show.  I ran my hands down their
sides, right in between them.  Maureen slid up just enough so I could
slide my hand in flat, then catch her nipple.  Once in there, I moved
down to Sherry, brushing her breast.  I thought about doing the other
side, but instead, I moved back on top, rubbing Maureen's bare ass.

Then I moved downward, past her behind, down her legs, stroking her. 
Now, I could see what was going on between her legs.

Sherry had one hand pressed against Maureen's vagina, a finger inside
it, the others kneading her flesh all around that opening.  Her mouth
was moving up and down across her button, to the top and back and
below. 

I couldn't really see that much of Maureen's pussy, because Sherry was
in the way.  But again, my empathic reaction to Sherry's intense
lovemaking excited me amazingly.

I moved up close, for a really close look this time.  I mean, I put my
head at pussy level and kissed Sherry's forehead as she ate Maureen. 
I stroked her head and hair, then rubbed Maureen's behind again.  It
was a lovely sight from this angle.

Sherry's face lit up in pleasure, and she stopped sucking on Maureen
for a minute or so, lost in her own climax.  It was funny to look at,
because it didn't look like she was smiling and happy.  But I knew
that face, and I knew that it was a joyful intensity, not the grimace
of pain it looked like.

Sherry resumed her attack on Maureen's pussy, even with her own orgasm
seeming to continue.  I wasn't positive, and I couldn't exactly ask
her.  Well, not without interrupting, and I wouldn't do that.

I was getting impatient.

I didn't want to, and wouldn't let on that I was feeling that way. 
But as much as I wanted to just let them go on and enjoy themselves
without me getting involved directly, other parts of me - my dick
perhaps especially - wanted me to jump into the action.

I saw a way to do that.  One which we all could enjoy.  I'd read about
it, and this seemed like a perfect chance to try it out.

After all, it looked like Maureen wanted more pussy stimulation to get
her own orgasm, and I knew she liked being fucked.  Sherry's finger
was nice, but my dick would be even nicer.  Of course, there was a
selfish side to this plan.  But I honestly thought that Maureen would
get off on it, enjoy having her pussy licked and fucked at the same
time.

How to get it in there, with Sherry underneath?

I could just kneel there, legs spread, pushing Maureen's legs apart. 
So I did that, rubbing Maureen's bottom some more, stroking her legs. 
Adding my fingers on her labia, rubbing them as Sherry finger fucked
and sucked on her.  My dick was rock hard, it should go in there
easily.

All I had to do was move forward, pull Sherry's fingers away.  Or just
ask her to let me do it.

I'd probably bang her nose with my balls.  Maybe even smack into her
head if I got to thrusting much.

I knew about the doggie position, and had an idea of how it should
work.  I'd seen pictures.  But I'd never seen one with a girl
underneath, sucking on the other girl's pussy as it was fucked.

I backed off a bit, but kept stroking Maureen's pussy.  This wasn't
something to try on a spur of the moment impulse.  I needed to talk
with them.  They could figure out how to work it, being smart and a
bit more experienced maybe on how to do things together.

I still wanted to try it someday.  

If my hands were right on Maureen's pussy, I could feel her come. 
She'd shake and quiver, or something like that.  Anyway, I'd be
helping Sherry please her, and that was a great thing to do. 

There was no big warning when it happened.  Maureen moaned, or maybe
it was even screaming with pleasure.  She did push back hard against
me, and Sherry, grinding her pussy on us.  Sherry didn't let go of her
at all, just kept licking and sucking until Maureen stopped still. 
Maureen's pussy looked wet, her red hair all damp.  That was different
than with Sherry for sure.

For a while, we were all still.  I wasn't totally comfy, kneeling with
legs spread, hard dick over Sherry's head, holding onto Maureen's
bottom.  But I didn't want to move, didn't want to break the spell.

Was it so intense like mine before?

I don't know, but both girls lay back and stretched, Sherry seemingly
content to have Maureen's pussy plopped on her chin.

"That was really great, Maureen," Sherry said.

"It's really nice having Jeff here to play with us," Maureen said
dreamily. 

"I'm glad that I could help," I said.  "Glad to be of service, Ma'am. 
Er, Ma'ams."  And laughed.  I was happy to help, but it was funny to
think about it in such a gentlemanly way.  As if I was a policeman, or
sex man, and just doing my duty.

Was it my duty as a lover to please my girlfriends?

If so, I was overjoyed to do so. 

How long had we done this?  Maybe an hour, perhaps more.  I hadn't
checked the time when we started, but it was around lunch - noon or so
- and now it was around two O'clock. 

I cuddled up to them, then we all slid around until we were laying
side by side.  Maureen pulled the blanket up over us, tucking us in or
something like that.  Maybe I was ready to do more myself, but I
guessed that the girls were needing a break now like I had. 

My dick was hard.  The girls lay on each side of me, and they stroked
my body and each other, hugging me, rubbing their naked bodies against
mine.  Each took turns petting my dick.  Not jacking on it, just
stroking lightly, sometimes holding it.

Just enough to keep me excited and hard.  Why didn't I care about
getting more from them?  I don't know, but I just didn't.  It felt
wonderful.  Lovely.  Happy.

We giggled and talked.  Kissed sometimes, but mostly, we were just
laying close, touching lightly, and talking. 

It was dreamy.

Not just like being happy.  There was a magical quality about it all. 
We were not quite tickling each other, and not really making love. 
Not in the sexual way.  After I lightly stroked both girls' pussies,
we all left that area alone.  It was in reach, but instead we held
hands, hugging each other, pressing together.  Then we were just
laying back and talking, not much else.

"This is a really great day," Sherry said.  "All lovely, I like those
clouds."

"I was noticing those too," I said.  I was surprised, that she would
notice them as I had, even during this intense sexual situation.

"It is fun, doing this out here like this.  Under the sky, naked.  All
like natural, you know?" Maureen said.  "Au naturel," she said with a
french sort of accent, giggling.

"Thank you very much, I'm so glad you invited me here," I said.

"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me, Maureen sang.  We
joined in with "Thank you very much," and sang it for a while.

"Remember when we saw the movie, on that field trip?" Maureen said.

Until that point, I'd remembered the song, but not what it was from. 
"It's funny to think about it like that.  Ebenezer Scrooge singing,
being happy about life after all those things in the Christmas Carol. 
It was a cool field trip, going to see a fun movie like that."  
                           
"I love musicals," Maureen said.

"We know," Sherry and I both answered.  It was a special thing to
think so much alike.

"I think he'd be even happier to get what we got today," Sherry said. 
"I mean, well, I got you Jeff, and Maureen, and we're all together."

I knew what she meant. 

It still felt funny to think about thanking someone for it.  But I was
grateful.

"It would be funny to see Scrooge dancing and singing naked, wouldn't
it?" Sherry asked.

"Albert Finney is kind of old.  Still, I think we'll get old someday,
and still have fun together naked," Maureen said.

Talking about school reminded us of things we liked about it.  Which
was most of it, unlike a lot of kids.  We all got good grades, and
even if it wasn't perfect, it was our place to be together.  We
weren't good at all the same things, but together we could tackle just
about any project.

"I like Shakespeare," Maureen said.

"Yeah, but he is a bit old for you," Sherry said back, laughing.  "I
know what you mean though."

"Friends, Romans, countrymen..."

"Lend me your ears..."

We went on a while.  Julius Caesar wasn't a funny play, or even
romantic.  But we'd learned it pretty well, doing it for the school. 
But this spring, we'd be doing Romeo and Juliet, and that was much
more relevant to us.

"They aren't much older than us," Sherry said.

"Who?" I asked.  "Oh, the lovers.  Yeah, I guess that doesn't quite
come out in the story.  Like they had to be grown up teenagers in
order to run off and want to get married."

"Like us.  But we don't have families keeping us apart," Maureen said.
"Need to keep it secret, though I don't think they'd like it."

No, our parents wouldn't get what we were doing, I was sure of that.

"We can do that, keep it all perfectly secret," I said.  "Then, when
we're grown up, we'll be together.  No tragic ending."

"Yep, we'll be just fine, Jeff," Sherry said.

"I wonder if Romeo and Juliet got naked together?" Maureen asked.

"Well, they were lovers.  Probably couldn't tell that stuff in the
play, and definitely not in school," I said.

"But I think they did," Sherry said.  "Hey, they kiss in it."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I think you're right.  What kind of kiss,
what do you think they'll make us do for the play?

"I think it should be a real kiss," Maureen said.  "Like this."  She
leaned over me to kiss Sherry.  It was a bit too close for me to
really see the kiss, to watch it all.  That didn't matter. Just
knowing that the girls were kissing, a real true love Romeo and Juliet
kiss, was enough to make me ecstatic.

Hard, too, re-energized instantly without a touch.  That didn't seem
to take much at all.  Not that it should be a surprise, but we were
just talking, and Maureen's naked chest barely touched mine.  No, it
was the kiss that did it, the lips and tongues touching for love.

Sherry kissed me, a nice long hot kiss.  Maureen did too.

"It would be really cool to do that in a play," Sherry said.  That
surprised me.  Maureen seemed more adventurous that way, suggesting
daring things.  So I wondered how much she meant, of what we were
doing?

"You mean a real tongue kiss, a French kiss?" I asked.   "Or that
Romeo and Juliet should be naked somewhere doing it?"

"Umm, naked.  I'd pay to watch it."

"I just don't think they'll let us do that in school," Maureen said,
laughing.

"I know that!" Sherry said. "I still think it would be fun."

"Like Jan's idea of a naked day at school?"  I asked.

"Yes. That would be fun too," Sherry said.  "But I know we just can't
do that.  Well, not unless the teachers organized it or something. 
Our parents would be just so angry if we did that on our own."

"Yeah, and they might figure out that we've figured out about sex, and
why people get naked in bed and stuff like that," Maureen said.

"Sometimes it just doesn't seem fair.  I mean it is wonderful that
we've all figured this stuff out.  But why did we have to find out
stuff, be smart enough to discover this about `doing stuff,' not old
enough to just go out and do it?"  I said.  I wasn't really asking, it
was sort of complaining.

"Well, we're just like that," Maureen said.  "Like figuring out
schoolwork and math, why shouldn't we be smart about everything?  Too
bad we can't just be grown ups now, and do whatever we want."


-- 
                                        

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