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JZL11_10O: What More Could I Want From Two Naked Girlfriends?

 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...

- 10O-

JZL11_10O: What More Could I Want From Two Naked Girlfriends?

What else did I want?

I had two girls laying next to me.  We were all naked, in love, and
showed our love through the joys of sex.  We'd be together forever,
friends and lovers until the end.

This situation was still new enough to me that merely thinking about
it made me horny.  My dick felt sore, a new condition for it.  I'd
never "abused" myself to the degree that two girls could in a day.

I was trying to get my balance.  Not physically, though I didn't feel
ready or able to stand up yet.  I was only eleven, the girls only
twelve.  I'd be their age soon, school years and ages don't line up
exactly.  We knew how to have sex, and were doing it.  It was going
well, too.  I wasn't sure how it could go badly, but I had an idea
that other people didn't figure it out as easily as we had.

Not that I was certain we'd figured it all out.  I looked forward to
learning more.

What had I learned today?

I loved learning things.  Book stuff was good, but real life, hands-on
experience, was even better.  That made me good in school, in boy
scouts, and other stuff like that.  I'd studied sex in books.  What
we'd done today, and even before this, was sort of like hands-on
experience.

Because of that, it wasn't so strange or remarkable to me that we were
naked in a treehouse, at our ages, as lovers.  Happy lovers, joyful
orgasm-giving friends.

Yet I couldn't connect this to my other friends.  I had a pretty good
idea that most of them weren't doing sex, or ready to do it.  Maybe
not even kissing, not real adult sorts of kisses.

We were more mature than other kids.

I thought that, and whether it was true or not, it made me feel
better.  It was OK to be smarter than other people, right?  Then what
was wrong about being smarter, faster, more advanced, whatever, about
love and sex?

We were just laying side by side, so I turned to Maureen, thinking to
say something about these ideas to her.

Her naked body was lovely.  Her face was beautiful, but I'd seen that
every school day and most other days for years.  I rose up, still
laying on my side, to take a better look.

Were her nipples grown up enough to work differently from mine?  The
girls played with mine, rubbing and kissing my chest, and it felt
terrific.  They seemed to enjoy the same attention, but theirs did
look bigger.  Sherry's nipples tipped   lovely mounds worthy of, well,
respect, attention.  Dressed, you could still notice them, while
Maureen and Annie were a lot like boys once they had clothes on. 
Bare, there was no doubt that it was a girl's chest with girl's
breasts.

Naked, Maureen's chest didn't look like a boy's.  Annie's kind of did,
but the nipples alone made a difference.  Anyway, touching and kissing
them excited them.          

Pleased them.  So I reached out and gently stroked Maureen's chest.  I
liked being touched and stroked there, fingers crossing my nipples. 

I knew I was thinking about something, but got lost in the sensation. 
Her nipples were hard, and she wiggled when I brushed my fingers
across them, first one then the other.  I stroked, a gently soft
massage, all around her breasts.

They'd get bigger someday.  Would they be more sensitive, better at
giving pleasure? 

Sherry rubbed my back gently.  I liked that too, being between them,
letting Sherry give me pleasure that way.  Not that a back rub was
quite like a nipple tickle, but it was nice.

The reddish brown tufts of Maureen's pubic hair were pretty. Her
breasts were nice to look at, but somehow not nearly as nice as her
pussy.  I couldn't exactly look at it, as such, but even just the top
edge of her furry mound was unbelievably exciting to see.

Would I ever get used to it?  I doubted that would happen.  Well,
maybe it wouldn't be so new and surprising each time I saw it, but I
couldn't imagine not enjoying the sight.

Sherry had played with it very nicely, showing me it all in detail.  I
hadn't done quite the same thing.  I'd done that with Sherry, not
Maureen.

I wanted to do it again with Sherry too.

Did I want it because it excited me to look at, to touch, to taste? 
Or was I merely curious about its design?  Or perhaps my thirst for
knowledge drove me to discover how best to please my lovers, by
practice?

"I want to look at your pussy, up close," I said to Maureen.  I moved
down between her legs, and she opened them wide for me.  She didn't
answer otherwise.

"Like how I showed you, Jeffie?" Sherry asked me.

"Yeah, like that.  I want to know all about it, like how to kiss her
there like you do.  Make her feel really good, you know?"

That was the most important reason.  I had a nagging feeling that I
wasn't as good as it as Sherry.  With Annie, I was her only one, so
even if I wasn't the best I had no competition.  No grading on
performance.   But Maureen had Sherry, and it was obvious that they
had more than a few clues about what to do to each other.

I'd given them both orgasms, but I wasn't sure that was enough.

Together, they'd done things to me I'd never dreamed possible as
sensations.  Given that neither one had experienced sex with a boy
before, did that mean that they were smarter than me about sex? Or did
"practicing" with each other carry over to boys?

But then, we'd all done a bit of practicing of one sort or another. 
Plus study - I felt endlessly glad that sex books - both instructional
and overtly pornographic - were available to us.  I suspect that if
our parents knew we'd found their stuff we'd be in trouble.  It wasn't
like the school sex ed classes really taught us much about sex itself.

Our body changes, it was good to know about those.  Pregnancy, well,
could kids really have sex without knowing that could happen?  Maybe. 
I'd been vague on the timing issue until a couple years ago.  Could I
imagine that human girls go into heat like some animals, only getting
pregnant then? 

Nope.  I'd have noticed that happening.

It wasn't yet an age of PMS.  The period was just "the rag" and not
something adults mentioned to kids.  Nor did kids quite yet talk about
it as general playground talk, though our little group did that.

Maureen and Sherry got them.  Periods.  Last week, though nothing of
that showed now.

Would Maureen's pussy still be pretty then?  Maybe not, the napkin
things got in the way.

I felt funny, thinking about this stuff while staring at her pussy.  A
lovely girl's pussy, with soft pubic hair.  I petted it, stroking her
hair, pulling lightly on it.

It wasn't so different from mine, her pubic hair.  Fine, maybe finer
than mine, and she had more than I did.  Sherry's was light brown,
almost blondish, and hardly more than a wisp.  Hair down there was how
you knew someone was grown up.  But Annie had hardly any, just a bit
of fuzzy stuff, and she acted quite grown up.

Well, about sex at least.  Maybe more than that, to be into loving me.

We were all still kids, too.  A vague thought of suddenly being grown
up, getting a job and trying to support ourselves, hit me.  I
mentioned this, because I couldn't help laughing about it.

I stroked Maureen's pussy slit.  She was moist below, and I licked and
kissed her there.  Sherry was trying to talk about living together,
but neither Maureen nor I was into the conversation now.

"You'll get to do that all the time, once we're all grown up for real
and living together," Sherry said. 

I said, "Yeah, but we aren't ready to do that now.  I like being a
kid.  I don't want to grow up.  Well, maybe not entirely all the way
like Peter Pan.  I just don't want to stop liking stuff we do now."

"I think you can do that to me some more," Maureen said, giggling.

"I will.  I want to play with your pussy a lot," I said.  "But what I
meant was, I don't want to stop playing other things we like.  Or even
school.  I like school, you know how that goes?  Some other kids
don't."

"But school is usually fun.  Plus you do really well in school,"
Sherry said.

"You do pretty well too," Maureen said.

"You do pretty good," I said, laughing.  I knew better, but most kids
did say pretty good instead of pretty well.

"I love you," Maureen said. 

I guessed it was to me, she was looking at me.  I'd been softly
petting her pussy all this time, but I don't think that was what made
her say this now.

"I love you too," I said.  I kissed her pussy, licking it, sucking on
her clitoris a bit.  Very gently, because it seemed to me that Sherry
usually started off that way.  If she wanted more, she could ask me.

"You can play with me as much as you like, Jeff," Maureen said.

Like my offer to the girls, and I think she meant it the same way.  We
could keep taking turns, back and forth, pleasing each other over and
over.  Was that all love?

I think so.  Sherry moved down next to me, but didn't touch me much. 
Just a hand on my side, no pressure, nothing really sexual.  Like she
was supervising me as I worked, or something like that.

It was all up to me now.  This time, I was in charge of handling
Maureen's pussy.

With Annie, I'd mostly been trying to make love to her pussy, pleasing
her.  The basic licking and kissing moves seemed obvious, and I had
some practice with that from before.  Just not with the same
enthusiastic, orgasmic responses.  Still, was there a big difference
between giving a bit of exciting kissing and all out sexual pleasure?

I think so, because when the girls brought me to orgasm, everything
seemed to change.  The pleasure was more intense, the sensations
stronger, and nothing else mattered but the joy of it.  It wasn't too
rough, the teeth no longer hurt, and I wanted more and more until it
was all gone.

Maybe it wasn't quite identical with girls.  Maybe some were different
from others, even if they were girls.  But my instant analysis said
that we all lost ourselves in sex when it got to the finale.  Not all
the time, not all the way, but it was like we focused on each other,
and the pleasure, and nothing else.

We weren't doing that yet.

It was still playing.  I stroked and pulled at Maureen's pussy.  With
her legs spread, I could see inside just a little bit, but I pulled it
open wider, just like Sherry showed me.

I stroked her inside, rubbing one finger inside the hole.  It was
soft, hot and wet.  Delicious, too.  Was it supposed to be like that? 
It made it easier to "eat" it, but why would it smell so nice, taste
nice when I licked my fingers, and stuck my tongue in her vagina?

"Her clitoris is really sensitive," Sherry said.  It was sticking out,
just a little bit.  The sex anatomy diagrams didn't look quite like
her.  But different girls don't look the same - the books said that
too.

Would other girls show me their sexual bits like this, letting me just
play with them like toys?  I don't know, but it was great.  I pulled
on her pussy lips, her labia as we all called them, as I did this. 
That was funny, but how else could you tell your lover to "suck my
labia" and get results?

Well, we probably could work something out.  Mostly, I was trying out
touching, stroking, pulling, and kissing on different parts of her
pussy.  I'd work on her clit for a minute, then leave it alone.  I had
this idea that if I stuck on it too long, she'd get lost in the desire
for orgasm, just as I did if the tip of my dick got a lot of
attention.

But I didn't want to ignore it, because this was sex play, not just
playing.  It wasn't big, not like my dick.  But it grew up a bit,
pushing outward under the hood and out.

I reached up to the hood and pushed it up, wiggling it back and forth
with my fingers.

"Eeek, eh, OK, you can do that, softly," Maureen said. 

I didn't want to hurt her, so I let go.  While my dick seemed pretty
durable, even with some biting here and there, I still enjoyed almost
any contact . . .  My balls were a different story.  Very sensitive at
times, but I still loved having them touched or sucked on.

"Don't stop, though," Maureen told me.

"How should I do it?"

"Well, you could just lick it some more."

"But..."

I didn't know what to ask.  I was trying to figure it out.  What I did
seemed to work OK with Annie, but Maureen had lots more experience
with Sherry.  I'd watched her do it, and was trying my best to do the
same things.

Sherry said, "You've got to be more gentle with fingers.  I like
Maureen's tongue better there, for making orgasms.  But it is really
nice when we cuddle together and touch each other.  Besides, if it
feels good I squeak a bit.  Like a mouse, eh?"

"A pussy mouse," Maureen answered, laughing.

I put my fingers back on her clit, this time one on each side of it. 
I stroked it gently, softly.  I'd played with her pussy all over a
lot, and wondered if I could make her orgasm just with my fingers?

Her cousin did that.  Sherry said they did that too.

I knew about hand jobs, like what girls did for boys.  We hadn't done
that either.

I licked Maureen's clit, held between my fingers.  It was sticking
out, not hiding well at all, and it startled her when I did it.  She
giggled, a funny sort of stifled giggle, then she hummed with
pleasure.

I'd figure out later how to give a girl a "hand job".  Was it still
called that when a boy or girl did it to a girl?  Anyway, I wanted to
practice oral sex too, and more important, I wanted to give Maureen an
orgasm.  I wasn't sure how late it was, but it might take a while.

That mattered because I was going to make an orgasm for Sherry too. 
Maybe we'd do more after that, but I'd set those as my goals for girl
sex parts study for this afternoon.

I felt I owed them for pleasing me so much the same way.


    
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