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       JZL11_10N: How Many Kids Will We Have?!?

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

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...

- 10N-

JZL11_10N: How Many Kids Will We Have?!?

I knew that grown ups couldn't literally do anything they wanted.  But
they could do a lot more, things like what we were doing now and
beyond, without worrying about getting caught.  Or having to go home
and be treated like a baby, no free choices at all.

We talked about this kind of thing for a while.  What would it really
be like when we grew up?  Not likely to really be like The Jetsons,
flying cars and spaceships everywhere.  Rocket ships, for sure, but
personal ones would be a long while coming.

What else?  I don't know - but the future wasn't likely to be whatever
we expected.  Except for our own relationships.  Those we could figure
out.  People just weren't going to change that much, not in just a few
years.

"How many kids are we going to have?" Maureen asked.

Up to this point, we'd only covered how we might live together - what
sort of house or houses, cars to drive, jobs we might do.  None of us
had settled on any goal like that yet.  Getting married, that was sort
of obvious.  But we knew what happened after that.  Every kid knew the
rhyme.  Someday, if we married, we'd have to think about baby
carriages and all those things.

"It's supposed to be 2.4 children per couple.  You know, for normal
population growth rates?" I said.

No one said anything about what to do with four tenths of a child.  We
knew what statistics meant.

"Well, we are sort of like one big couple," Sherry said..  "But I
don't think that would be fair.  It would work out evenly.  Each girl
would have one baby."

"But that would be only..." Maureen said, thinking.  " ... let's see,
1.5 kids per couple.  Counting the couples as two each, that isn't
enough.  It should be double 2.4, or 4.8."

Sherry said, "That is OK too.  One kid each, we can do that.  Then
after we each have one, we get two more."

"That isn't quite even," I said.  "But I suppose it is fair."

"Yeah," Maureen said.  "It kind of works out, because maybe one of us
might have twins or triplets.  Except that makes it even harder to
keep it even."

"But if it is per couple," I said, "Then that isn't quite right
either."

"What do you mean?" Maureen asked.  "Oh, how about this?  The couples
they talk about are boy and girl.  That means it is really per girl,
if you count it like that.  We have three girls to have babies, so
that is 7.2 among us three.  So each of us gets a chance at two, then
we have one extra.  I figure that seven in the house is probably
enough."

"This is still confusing," Sherry said.  "I never thought we'd really
need this math for anything important, like family planning." 

We all laughed.  None of us were doing and learning math, or other
things, really for anything important in our future.  We just did it,
because it was part of school and because it was fun.  This stuff
wasn't hard enough to need paper and pencil to write it out. 

Then I thought of something which might require that.  "If a couple is
a pair of people, shouldn't we count every possible pair in the set?"

"Well, I suppose.  So, who are they?" Sherry asked.

"There's me and you," Maureen said.

"And Annie and Jeff," Sherry said.

That gets us two couples, two times two," I said.

"But we have more, don't we?  Sherry has Jeff, but I get to share so
he is mine too.  That makes two more," Maureen told us.

"Can we count Annie and you as a couple," I asked Maureen.

"Well, I guess, if we're counting all the possible ones.  Should count
Sherry and her too.  That makes another two.  So that is..."

She paused a bit, so I interrupted with "Eight.  Wow, and eight
couples gives 17.6 kids!  Can we really have that many?"

"That wasn't exactly what I was thinking about," Maureen answered,
sounding a bit annoyed.

"What do you mean," I asked.  I thought I had the math perfect.

"Well, I was thinking about Annie and me. And Sherry.  Together.  Like
this.  You know, sleeping together." Maureen just popped the words
out, big pauses between them.

"OK," I answered.  I wasn't thinking so much about our current
relationships, and I was pretty sure that math aside, we weren't going
to have eighteen kids anyway.  This figuring-out stuff was just for
fun, not practical things now.

"Jeff!  If Annie wants to do it, it's OK.  I mean, with any of us."

"That's nice," I said.  I wasn't sure if it mattered, because Annie
had a chance to do that and never took it.  I didn't think she wanted
it, and wouldn't want it, so why worry about it?

Maureen rolled up and on top of me.  I liked how she felt there, but
not the look on her face.  It wasn't like she was angry, not exactly. 
Just something very intense about it.

"Someday, we'll be grown up.  Maybe Annie will change her mind.  I
just decided that is OK.  I mean, it is really a good thing, isn't it?
If we are all going to be together, I want it to be all the way
together."

"What about other girls?" Sherry asked.

"I don't know about that.  Anyway," Maureen went on, "that doesn't
matter.  Annie is Jeff's, and since we're all going to be together in
this big family, we need to figure this out.  Now, you know?"

"I love you all, I really do," I said.

"I know that," Maureen said.  "So, where were we.  Oh, OK, 17.6 kids
and three girls to give birth to them.  That is about six each.  Very
even, I like that.  Like how snowflakes work out with six points, they
are so pretty?"

Now I was getting confused.  Usually I felt I understood things when
we talked.

"I don't know about having six kids, Maureen," Sherry said.  She
rolled on her side, cuddling up against both of us.  I felt her breast
against my arm, and my already hard dick jumped up into Maureen. 
Right into her fuzzy pussy, distracting me from this conversation.

"I think we have time to think about how many to really have.  We
don't need to follow anyone's statistics or rules, right?" Maureen
said.

"Yep," I said.

"I was just thinking, though..."  Maureen said.  Then she kissed me,
without explaining what she'd thought.

When she moved up on me again, she said, "I'm not having any babies
just yet.  So we have to be careful when we do this."

"Do what?" I asked, feeling foolish because the wet warmth of her
pussy let me know exact what she meant.

"We can't do it next week.   I'm not sure about the week after that,"
Maureen said.

"That's OK, " I said.  "I like licking your pussy too."

"You've tasted lots of pussies, right?" Maureen asked.

"I don't know if it is lots," I said.

Sherry said, "You've got me and Maureen.  We've only tried out each
other.  That's one for each of us only.  You've got Annie too.  And
your sister.  That's at least four."

"At least?" I asked.  "Those are the only ones I licked."

"Maybe you didn't lick the other girls, but you might have tasted
something.  Or at least smelled them?" Sherry asked me.

"I don't know.  Well, it isn't the same anyway.  What about Maureen
and her cousin?  She tasted her fingers, and that had pussy flavor on
them?"

"Anyway," Maureen said, sort of changing the subject, "do they taste
different?  Are some yummier than others?"

"Umm...  Yeah, they aren't all the same.  But I like them all.  Why do
you ask?"

Maureen said, "I don't know.  Just curious, I guess.  Well, we were
talking about Annie being with us, and I kind of wondered how it was
different between her and Sherry.  Because you've done it with both of
them?"

Maureen stretched up, rocked back and forth a bit, and made it
impossible for me to think about the answer.  My hard dick rubbed
against her vagina, and she reached down and pressed it right into
her.  I knew she was wet, and we'd been almost fucking already, but
there was no more "almost" about it.  I was deep inside her, and she
was moving slowly on top of me, giving both of us delight.

She was just rocking her body up and down.  Not her hips, not just
down there.  Sort of like a flopping fish, she stretched up, legs out,
pushing her body up from the top to bottom like a wave. 

"I like how you feel, Jeff," Maureen said.  She kissed me then, still
slowly rocking her body over me.  Kind of like a body massage, more
than it was fucking.  As fucking went, it wasn't.  My dick slipped out
of her as she bounced around, and she didn't seem to care.  She slid
her naked body up and down, rubbing her pussy against my dick without
putting it back inside her.

We were still under the blanket, all three of us.  Sherry wasn't left
out entirely, because our arms brushed against her breasts, and
Maureen's hips pushed into hers.  She wasn't jealous, of course.  She
never got jealous, and I believed her for sure now, given how she
dealt with me and Annie being together.

But she did slide her hands between us, and tickled us both.  I don't
mean stroking and petting, she tapped and slapped her fingers lightly
against our sides, making both of us giggle.  She got one hand on my
dick, and I think she already knew that Maureen and I weren't exactly
fucking.  Anyway, whatever it was she thought we were doing, it
suddenly changed.

Maureen rolled away from Sherry, grabbing at her but catching my belly
instead.  Now, I was entirely exposed to both girls.  On my back, arms
trapped under them. 

I don't love being tickled.  I'm usually good at resisting it, but
this was too sudden.  I didn't mind that much, because it only lasted
a bit before their hands wandered downward.

My dick was still wet from Maureen, and hard.  One hand caught the
top, the other the base.  They squeezed and stroked gently together. 
I almost came.  I felt my orgasm coming.  The long arousal - all this
time we were talking and cuddling, I don't think it ever got totally
soft - gave me a hair trigger.  But the girl with her hand on the
bottom, I think that was Maureen, squeezed really hard.  I'd mentioned
that trick, and I guessed that they remembered. 

I wouldn't have minded coming, even all over the blankets and
everything.  Maureen's "ride" on top of me was fun, lovely, but not
quite satisfying.  Could the girls really do that to each other
without making this feeling of frustration?  Neither one acted like
they were doing anything bad, not really teasing.  Even the tickling
had been just a short game, not really for torment.  Playing with me.

It was fun being their toy.  It was more than that, truly.  But like
other times, we'd play with each other and touch, just because it felt
nice.  This was way more intense than tickling or back rubs.

Sherry kissed me.  Maureen kissed my neck, down my chest.  With my
mouth filled I couldn't speak, but it was very intense, so I couldn't
stay silent.  I hummed, maybe you'd call it moaning, almost like
purring in my throat. 

They didn't let go of my dick.  As Maureen moved down under the
blanket, Sherry followed. 

I had one girl kissing my bare skin on each side.  Nipples, chest,
abdomen - each took a turn at my navel, licking it and tickling me a
little.  But with their hands on my hard dick, it was all pleasure. 

Their heads moved closer to their hands.  I felt their lips cross my
hips, my pubic mound.  I spread my legs, making it easy for them to
reach their final destination.

Part of me wanted to pull the blanket off and watch.  Another said
that this was like doing it in bed at night.  We couldn't see anything
then.   If the girls wanted to explore me by touch and taste, no
sights at all, that was perfect.  It would be like we were making love
in the dark, in our own home.

"Ay, oh, wow!" I said in surprise.  Maureen's lips enclosed the tip of
my dick, and the sensation was incredible. 

I thought about her question.  Sherry was down there too, I could feel
my dick popping out of a warm mouth and into another.  I'd tasted more
dicks than they had too, and I still wasn't sure which differences
mattered.  But they were different.  That was easy and obvious, no
hard concentration needed at all.  I'd already noticed the differences
between the girls. 

It was all wonderful.  Like now, I couldn't tell for sure which girl
had her mouth on me.  They both loved me, and they both felt great
doing it. 

I wanted it to go on forever.  It couldn't, but that wasn't the issue.
I had my answer, and the strength, for the moment, to give it.

"You can go on eating me up forever.  Eat as much as you want, lick me
up, never stop.  Like when I eat your pussies, all of you.  Little
pussy willows, little pussy cats, every one is yummy and perfect.  Not
the same, different colors, different names.  I love you, eat me, love
me." I trailed off, whispering, singing the words.

I felt funny saying it like that.  Silly.  I meant it, I think, but it
wasn't like how I usually talked.  The girls answered by sucking on my
dick harder.  One caught my balls.  I'd told them enough to let them
know I loved the attention there, and having one girl on them while
the other held my dick in her mouth and sucked was too much.

No, not too much.  It was close, though.  I was breathing hard, and
very aware of it.

I noticed something else.  The girls hands were somewhere, but I
didn't feel four of them on my dick.  Probably not even two.  I
watched their bodies move under the blanket, and realized that they
were rubbing and bumping into each other as they enjoyed my dick.

Somehow, I didn't quite feel like doing that myself.  Rubbing myself
while I licked pussy.  A little bit, maybe.  But if I was sharing with
someone else, that was different.  I thought so, and it made sense
with three of us.

Who would get my come?

"Should I let you know when I'm going to come?" I asked.  It was going
to happen soon.  Talking, just saying this, distracted me a little. 
But I knew that Sherry wasn't so used to it, and whoever had her mouth
on my dick had it in far enough that it would shoot inside.

I thought it was Sherry, and she sucked even harder when I asked that.
Neither one said anything. I had no more strength to protest, or act. 
I was lost in pleasure.  I was dying of it.  My dick was sore, and my
balls, though I loved the attention there, were feeling a bit used up
too. 

I liked the feeling.  I'd never had sex like this before.  I tried to
think of how I might simulate this when masturbating.  But I didn't
see how, and thinking wasn't easy at the moment anyway.

They loved me, and they were consuming my passion parts in order to
show me.

Then I came, and one got to truly eat me.  Or part of me, as I came
into her mouth.

The girls kept on sucking and licking.  I'd told them too, and though
my balls were now supremely sensitive, I willed myself to let them go
on.  I'd tell them about this later, I promised myself. 

But the girl down there moved up to my dick, sharing in licking it
clean.  I figure that most of my come went into the girl sucking on
it. 

I knew which one it was, the girl on the right.  But they'd changed
positions back and forth, so I was no longer sure that it was Sherry. 
Maureen started on that side.

Did it matter?

I pushed the blankets down off us, and looked.  Sherry was sucking on
my dick, gently, softly.  Maureen's face had just a bit of my come on
her.  She was on my right.

It felt great.  But I knew, I'd hoped it was Sherry because...

I didn't want to quite admit it.  But it was because that was all
Sherry was going to do with me.  For a while, at least.  I loved how
oral sex felt.  Sherry had certainly done it, well, without
reservation.  I mean, she was happy about doing it.  But I wanted her
to be more than happy about it.

I loved Annie's enthusiasm for dick sucking.  It paralleled how I felt
about pussy licking.

Was I jealous?  I mean, I knew how much Sherry liked eating Maureen's
pussy.  Did this mean that I was missing out on something?

"I loved what you did for me down there," I said.  "Do you think,
Sherry, that you could, uh..."

She was licking me up so nicely.  Her eyes open, looking up at me. 
She was more than just sucking, she was licking and gently tasting and
kissing me all over between my legs.  Sort of like what she did with
Maureen.

"That's nice," I said.  I didn't care, Sherry loved me.  I thought
about it.  Sure, she'd drunk soda to clear the taste, but she hadn't
gagged, or said a thing about not liking it.  She'd also sucked me
off, swallowing neatly with no chaser or whatever, in the alley.

I hoped that I could do it so easily if I sucked off a boy for the
first time.  Or first few times.

Pussies didn't shoot out come.  Not the same as dicks. Not that I'd
ever seen.  Anyway, oh, I loved what she did for me, licking me there.
Even licking off my come.  I had no reason to complain, so I didn't.

I was very content to just lay there and let Sherry lick me gently. 
It was really nice of her, but my thoughts were still nagging at me.

Maureen slid up next to me and kissed my neck.  Then my lips.  I was
saved from saying something about this, which might have been selfish.
I don't know if it was, but afterwards I was glad not to bring up the
idea that way.

Sherry finished.  I wasn't getting hard again, though it felt good and
was really arousing.  If she'd kept on, I probably would have gone
along with it and got hard again.  Instead, she lay by my side, the
other side from Maureen, and kissed me too.

No one said anything.  I figured they were waiting for me to say
something, but I wasn't ready to speak yet.  I liked just feeling them
by me, reveling in the afterglow of love.  Sex, orgasm, anyway, it all
blended together when we did it.

    
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