## Archive-name: fantastic-spring

From: an120786@anon.penet.fi (Kelki)

Subject: Fantastic Spring (teens, mm, mf, cons, mild)

Fantastic Spring

This is a tale told by a fictitious person about non-existent individuals involved in behavior that never happened. Other than that, it is an exact reproduction of my fantasy.

Kelki

Well, ya know, its like spring, and the first week after school let out has been unbelievable.

See, lots of kids in the seventh grade at Achafee middle school are still just that - kids. Me, I'd been whacking off since the end of sixth grade, and had sex (imaginin', ya know) with every girl in the school who has tits. Even the really gross ones like fat Sue. I imagine her lying on a sofa braced with her shoulders on the cushion, bare-assed, with her legs spread and draped over the back of the sofa and my dick in her mouth. I think about fuckin' her in one of the fat folds, and cummin' on her face.

Up until spring, I really never was with girls much. Us guys didn't do that, we played grab ass with each other. In fact, if it wasn't for some magazines other guys brought to school, I'd of, like, ya know, had no idea what a snatch looked like. We don't have those magazines at home, it bein' just mom and me, and I'm scared to try to buy one - with them being kept under the counter 'cause of the fuss the Baptist church made about kids learnin' about sex.

I tried to peek at mom a few times when she didn't have clothes on. I never saw the beaver, but I could see she was a beautiful woman, even bein' over 30 and all. Boy does she have big tits - at least from what I could see.

A couple of mornings in the last year she seen me when I was naked except with just my Jockey shorts on, and before I had taken a pee. Each time I had a whoppin' hard on, and I could see she noticed, and sorta stared at my crotch. Each time, I got kinda embarrassed, but my piss hard ached a little more, and took on a sexual feelin', if you know what I mean.

Mom never said anything, an I sure as hell didn't either. I was, like, excited though, when I thought about her maybe being naked and holding my cock when it was really hard. The idea made my crotch feel tighter and swollen even more than it was with the piss hard.

Well, like I was sayin', I was growin' up faster than a lot of kids in my class, but still spending most of my time with the guys doing guy things. We talked about girls a lot, and most of the guys didn't know what they were talkin' about, since they weren't even whacking their weapon.

About April, me and my friend Jake, who also whacks off, and swipes his dad's sex magazines, were talking about pullin' our pud. He said he had a magazine in his gym locker that he found hidden in his garage. He'd looked through it real quick and said that it had some prime whackin' women in it. Since gym was the last class of the day, we decided that we'd just hang around afterwards and when the others had left we'd check out the mag.

After gym, we were really slow undressing, and all. I took a lot of time in the shower, looking at the other guys, and comparing their dicks with mine. I felt kinda excited looking at them, even at the ones of the kids which were still obviously kids. Twice, my cock started to swell, and I had to turn towards the wall under the shower, and let it cool down. Anticipatin' the pictures in the magazine didn' help much to keep me cool, either.

Anyway, finally just me and Jake were in the locker room, still bare assed and sitting on the bench in front of his locker. He reached inside, and withdrew a glossy magazine with a full color picture of a foxy chick on the cover, givin' head to some guy. You could see her profile, with the huge shaft of his cock in her mouth. All of him you could see was the base of his cock, his hairy lower belly, upper legs and well rounded ass. Everything about the picture, the girl and the guy's ass, started my cock to swell. As we looked through the pages makin' smart ass comments about the pictures of gals with gals and gals with guys and gals doin' themselves, both me and Jake got world class hard ons.

I told Jake I was either goin' to whack off, or bust. He suggested that we do it together, but to each other, instead of to ourselves. My groin ached so much at that point that if he had suggested sticking my cock in a meat grinder, I'd of done it, if it promised relief. It just seemed like a natural thing for a couple of seventh graders experimenting with sexual excitement.

Now, if you haven't figured it out, no one but me had touched my whanger since I was a little shit having my diapers changed. When Jake tentatively put his fingers around my stiff shaft, I experienced the greatest sensation of my young life. I mean, our inexperience made us tentative, and as a result, the encounter was soft and exploring, not rough like kids playin'. The feel of his hand on my cock gave me a warm glow in my balls which spread across my innards up into my lower stomach.

An equal, but different thrill engulfed me when I took his hard on in my hand. The feel of his swollen young rod was a real trip for my mind. I imagined that he felt the same thrill I felt when he held my dick, and the thought just really played mind games in my head. Both of us whacked off a lot, so we knew how it worked, but not having control, I mean, someone else decides how hard, how fast, I mean, at that point in my life, it was the ultimate thrill.

Neither of us lasted very long, but when he got off, and I felt his shaft throbbing as the thick white cum shot out the blind eye, my cock exploded in his hand. I almost fainted with the dual sensations of his rod pulsing and spewing in my hand, while I shot my load in his.

When we caught our breath, we was a little embarrassed, and promised not to tell anyone about this short encounter. We knew the other guys would call us queers, and we'd be ruined in school. Not to mention the likelihood that we'd ever get a girl to go out with either one of us. Anyway, we both understood that it would never happen again. At least not between me and Jake.

Well, like I started sayin', before this year I never messed with girls much, but by then it seemed like it got so my balls were aching every time I was near a female. I mean, you know, I really noticed girls.

My main attention was on Cindy, one of the top chicks in my class. I mean, Cindy's not all-everything like Samantha, but she has obvious tits, great legs and a shape that just won't quit. She could have been tops, but she seemed reserved, and not interested in the kid stuff goin' on around her. She didn't sit with the "in" group at lunch, and was always real quiet around in our classes. You know, not volunteering nothin', and only talkin' when the teachers called on her. She didn' seem stuck up or nothin', just sorta different.

Anyhow, I thought she was a knockout, and I started to find opportunities to talk with her around school. At first, it was slow goin', but she seemed more wary than shy, and after awhile we got, like, comfortable bein' with each other. I started carryin' her books between classes, and we dated sort of. You know, my mom drivin' me and Cindy to the mall on Saturday afternoon. We'd hang out and usually went to a movie or somethin'.

About April, me and Cindy started goin' steady. I mean, things didn't change much between us, bein' as how we were together a lot at school anyway, but goin' steady somehow seemed to lower one more barrier between us. Now we openly held hands at the mall, and sat a little closer together than we did before. The kissin' also changed.

You know, like, we'd kiss each other on the lips. and all, but until we started goin' steady, it was mostly like kissing a sister (I guess, since I don't have one). The weekend after we agreed to go steady, we were at the movie at the mall, and sittin' in the back row so we could be alone, sort of. I mean, that's what I figured you did when you were goin' steady, like. Well, after we sat and snuggled a little with my arm around her shoulders, I took my free hand and cupped her chin, gently turnin' her head towards me, and we kissed.

Like I said, we'd kissed before, and even on the lips, but this time Cindy slid sideways in her seat, wrapped her outside arm around my neck, and when our lips met, I felt the tip of her tongue slide over my lips and try to push into my mouth. Well, I'd read about French kissin', and guessed that this was it, but my mind was reelin'. I parted my lips, and our tongues touched, a little at first, but then hungrily exploring the feel of each other's lips, tongue, mouth ...

I was aware of my cock swelling in my pants, and my balls start to get that dull sex ache as we kissed. After what seemed forever, we came up for air, keepin' our faces real close - so close we could feel each other's breath, and we both were panting sorta lightly. Then we gently moved our parted mouths back together, and our tongues met again, and my cock swelled some more, and I thought I would pass out.

We kissed through most of the movie, and toward the end, I started letting the hand I had wrapped around Cindy's shoulders start to slowly slide down towards her tits. She gently slipped her hand over mine to stop its progress, and whispered, "later, its too soon."

I didn't know what she meant, but it was clear that the promise was there, but not today. When mom dropped Cindy off at her house that afternoon, and we drove home, I made a bee line to my bedroom and relieved the pain in my cock and balls. I didn't need any pictures to help me swack away. I just remembered the incredible excitement of Cindy's tongue, and tried to imagine the delights of touchin' her breasts later. Whatever later meant.

We continued to go steady during the last weeks of school, and we necked a lot. I kept tryin' to go beyond the fabulous kissin', but later never arrived. She would put her forefinger on my lips, and tell me to wait, it was too soon. Every time this happened, I went home with damp shorts, and consoled myself with my fist.

A few days before school let out, Cindy told me that she and her dad were goin' to spend the next weekend at their camp to celebrate the end of the seventh grade. He said that I could come too. That is, if I wanted to.

The thought of a weekend with Cindy, even with her dad along, was more than I could have hoped for. I said, sure, if mom agreed. Cindy said she'd have her dad call my mom that evening, and explain everything. I knew mom would say, "OK."

I mean, everyone knew who Cindy's dad was. He owned the Chevy dealership, and was a prominent sportsman in town. The dealership was decorated with stuffed fish and animal heads that he had caught or killed. He was president of the local NRA and a deacon in the First Baptist Church.

Cindy had lived with her dad since her mom left when she was nine. She said he went out some, to various clubs, church and civic affairs, but didn't seem to date much after mom left. Mostly, she said she and her dad just stayed home and played games on evenings when he didn't have to be at some kind of meeting.

They lived in this fabulous house, with its own gym and mini locker room where Phil (that's her dad's name) worked out. He looked it too. I had seen him working in the lawn that spring with just a pair of tight shorts on, and he was all sleek muscle. You know, powerful lookin' without bein' muscle bound. A span of curly brown hair across his chest, hard, flat stomach, moderately hairy legs and arms, and starting to get a little bald on top and in the front of his head. He looked in great shape for his age, which Cindy said was 38.

Like I said, mom at least knew who he was, and I knew she'd agree to lettin' me go with them. It was goin' to be a great weekend.

Then the bottom dropped out.

When the phone rang that evening I knew it was Cindy's dad callin' mom, but it surprised me when she answered, and said "Hi, Phil, how are you?" It was obvious that they knew each other, but I figured that would just make it easier for me to get permission.

As the conversation progressed, I saw the whole weekend bein' ruined for me. You see, Phil invited mom to go with us, and, to my horror, she accepted.

Now since dad had been killed a number of years ago in an accident at Fort Bragg, mom hadn't dated much. She belonged to some kind of club, and often went with girl friends to go shopping or have an occasional dinner out. Normally, we didn't do too much together. Now, my big chance to make it with Cindy, and my Mom was gonna be in on the act.

Well, the damage was done. Mom told me that she was having dinner with a girl friend from college on that Friday. She'd be in late, so I'd pack on Friday afternoon, and she'd drop me off at Cindy's on her way to meet her friend. I'd spend the night at their house. We'd pick her up in the morning on the way to the cabin. She seemed as excited about the weekend as I was depressed.

That Friday, around five, mom dropped me and my suitcase off at the curb in front of Cindy's, waved at Phil, and drove off to meet her friend. Phil met me half way to the house, took my suitcase from me and headed up the walk, while Cindy and I followed hand-in-hand. The weekend had started.

Inside the house, Phil and Cindy led me upstairs to a large bedroom with an obvious neutral feel. A true guest room, suitable for anyone staying at the home. A king-sized bed, dresser with mirror, and so on. Phil said that he had ordered pizza to be delivered around seven, and wondered if I'd like to shoot some baskets in the gym. Cindy chimed in that it would be fun before we ate, so it was set.

Phil said for me to change into shorts and sneaks, and meet them downstairs. After changing, I headed downstairs, and they had changed and were waiting for me. We all had on sneaks with white athletic socks, and gym shorts. I also had on my favorite floppy tank top, with the tail hanging outside of my shorts.

Cindy's shorts were silky looking, and red. They were barely big enough to cover her ass and hips, cut high with almost no leg, and pulled up in her crotch so I could see the lips of her cunt on either side of the middle seam. I really struggled to keep my eyes from between her legs.

Looking up didn't help cool my rising prick, since she had on a brief crop top with short sleeves that barely covered her shoulders. The top came down to only a few inches below her breasts. Her tits were the size of small oranges, and stood up with no apparent support, since I couldn't see any trace of a bra. Her shoulder length brown hair was tied up in a small pony tail on each side of her head, exposing the loveliest, long creamy neck I had ever seen. Her top was cut low enough in the front so I could see the slightest swelling of the top of each tit.

I was glad I put on a jock strap, 'cause otherwise my cock would be pushing out the front of my loose fitting, knee length gym shorts.

Phil was wearing a pair of tight shorts, and seemin'ly nothin' else, from the size of the bulge at his crotch. This was awful, I thought. How can I shoot baskets when I'm starrin' at the nearest crotch, and fighting a pain in my balls as my dick kept tryin' to bust out of my jock strap. The pain was terrible and wonderful, all at the same time.

We actually did shoot baskets in the gym. It was really a mini- gym, with a basket mounted at one end, and enough open floor to play a tight half-court game. The rest of the room was furnished with three or four exercise machines, and a rack with various sized weights and a mat-sized lifting area surrounded on three sides by floor to ceiling mirrors.

We messed around playing HORSE, and tossing the ball back and forth, and worked up a sweat. At least I was sweating, but maybe not just from the exercise. Every now and then, Cindy would shoot a long two-handed push shot, and when she pushed the ball up towards the basket, her halter would slid up and expose those lovely tits. She acted as if she wasn't aware of the show she was puttin' on, but I was about to go wild.

We played basketball with Cindy and me against her dad, and even that blew my mind when, several times, Phil was guardin' me from behind, and both of his arm were around my shoulders. Each time, I could feel his hard upper body against my back, and the bulge in his shorts against my butt. For some reason, I found this almost as exciting as Cindy's tits.

After a time, Phil said we ought to get ready for pizza. Cindy said she wanted to work out a few minutes more, so why didn't us guys take the locker room first, and she'd use it when we finished. Phil and I headed out a side door into a tiled area consisting of a shower room, sauna, toilet, and a counter with two sinks topped by a mirror. There were four lockers with a single bench in front of them, and the shower room had only two shower heads, but it was a true locker room, shrunk to fit the house.

Phil opened a locker, tossed me a towel, and said to hit the showers. We stripped, and I felt really small beside his hard body. I couldn't resist a peak at his crotch. Even slack, his prick looked huge. I stripped quickly and got under a shower to try to keep my rising hard on from developing. His body just made me excited. It was a feeling similar to the excitement of glimpsing Cindy' tits.

Phil joined me in the shower, and when the water was pouring from both shower heads, he suggested I turn and face away from him and he'd soap my back. Boy, was I confused, but, hey, this is Cindy's dad, and maybe that's what real men did for each other. I already knew what Jake and I did for each other, and the thought started my cock rising again.

I turned around, and Phil began to soap my shoulders, and work his soap slicked hands down my sides and across my lower back. He soaped and rubbed both of my buttocks, and slapped me playfully on one and told me to turn around now and do his back.

I mean, I thought I would die. I already had clear pre-cum dripping form my semi-erect prick, and I knew rubbing my hands over his body would make me shoot my wad in the middle of his back. Concentrating on everything but my aching groin, I began to soap Phil's shoulders and work my way down his back. This was really a trip. I was excited, ashamed, embarrassed and incredibly stimulated all at the same time. I couldn't believe this was happening. Phil snapped me out of it as I finished rubbing my soapy hands over his rock hard buttocks. Shower off, he said, and I'll show you a camping trick that us guys use to keep from having to shit in the woods.

Well, he's an experienced camper, and so far all the erotic stuff we'd done was only in my mind. Sure I said, show me. He took a couple of steps across the shower stall to a medicine cabinet set in the tile, and pulled out an orangish bag that had attached to it a short hose with a long, slightly curved plastic tip at the end. The tip was full of holes. The other end apparently held a stopper which Phil was unscrewing.

Ever had an enema, he asked?

Hell, I wasn't entirely sure I even knew what one was. I said, no, and he said it simply made you shit, so you're empty on the camping trip, and don't have to use the woods, except to take a leak. He assured me that it didn't hurt, and that I'd probably like the sensation. Christ, at that point, I was really into sensations, and the thought of him doin' something to me had started my balls aching again.

Anyhow, I said I'd like to try it, so he proceeded to fill the bag with water from the shower head and re-secure the top. He pinched the hose to keep the water from running out, and stepped to the medicine cabinet and took out a small tube. He said he wanted to make sure that I wasn't hurt, and that a little lubrication would be a guarantee.

He turned me around facing away from him and had me bend over, exposing my asshole and balls. I was thrilled and terrified about what was about to happen to me. I had no clue about the feeling. I felt Phil pushing between the cheeks of my ass with his finger, and then I sensed his finger gently sliding around my rectal area. It felt really slick, so I figured this was the grease. If he noticed the clear pre-cum dripping from my half hard on, he never let on.

He withdrew his finger, and I felt a slight pressure on my tight asshole, as Phil quietly told me to relax, and let him know if it hurt in any way. I forced myself to relax my ass, and felt the plastic push through and up into me. What a feeling. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven, it felt so good. It seemed to slide through my asshole forever, 'til it finally stopped. Then I felt the water begin to enter my body. I started to fill, and it kept on coming and coming. I could feel the warmth begin to push up towards my lower belly, but it didn't hurt. Just felt tight and made me even more aroused.

Finally Phil began to slowly remove the instrument from my ass. The feeling of it sliding through the ring of my hole almost drove me crazy. I felt a sense of loss once it was out, but this was quickly replaced with a urgent need to take a king-size shit.

Phil said to head for the toilet, and run back through the shower when I was done. I didn't need any more urging, as I figured I'd shit myself before I even got to the can. I made it and no more squatted, than my gut started to empty. What a relief, man, and when I'd shit everything in me, I shit some more. I really only took a few minutes in the can, it just seemed longer. I cleaned up and headed back to the shower. I really was excited and thrilled thinking about what else Phil had in mind.

He was still in the shower, and when he saw me he told me to hurry up so Cindy could use the locker room. He had me get under the same shower he was using, and he once again soaped me up, paying a lot attention to my now puckered ass. My cock was again leaking pre-cum in anticipation, but he simply rinsed me off, using his hands like a wash cloth - sliding them all over my wet body. He rinsed my half erection, squeezing it lightly near the base, and milking out the clear liquid which washed through his fingers and down the drain. When I was rinsed he smacked me lightly but firmly on my ass and said it was time to dry off and clear out.

After we dried off, he opened a second locker and pulled out two white terrycloth bathrobes. He tossed me the smaller one and said for me to just throw the robe on. He and Cindy, he said, often wore only robes at dinner and when they played games before going to bed. I figured "when in Rome..." so I wrapped the robe around my body, tied the sash at the waist, and Phil, also wrapped in a robe, yelled to Cindy that we were finished, and we left the locker room.

Phil said he had to go upstairs to his office for a bit, and he showed me into a room he said was the game room. There was a large screen tv, and all of the gadgets you'd have if you could afford 'em. You know, vcr, cd player, Nintendo, stuff like that. He said I should make myself at home, and that pizza would be there soon.

The game room was a nice room. A little larger than an average family room, but not huge. The ceiling was white, and the walls were all paneled with some kinda dark wood. It was lit by a light source which went all around the room near the ceiling. They were hidden by molding so you couldn't tell if it was one light or a thousand. Anyhow, they were needed since the room was in the inside of the house, and there weren't any windows.

When you came through the door you'd be facing desk- high cabinets with built in bookshelves above the cabinets. They ran the length of the wall. To the left was an overstuffed leather sofa which took up about half of the wall, with an end table at the far end, with a brass lamp on it. To the right was a matching leather love seat, again with an end table and lamp at the far end. The wall facing the sofa held the built-in entertainment center, full of the goodies I mentioned. The floor was fully carpeted with a pale tan carpet that felt two feet thick. Not one of those shags, but some kind of smooth tight surface.

Stuffed fish and animal heads hung from the walls, and while I was lookin' at them, Cindy came in also wrapped in a robe. She kissed me lightly on the cheek and said that we would play "Tiny Dancer" after we ate our pizza. I was expecting, maybe Monopoly, so I asked what kind of game it was. She explained that their games were different since there were only winners. She said that Tiny Dancer was normally for only two players, but that it would be even more fun with three. Some games, she explained, really need four players, and she said we'd probably play them at the camp, with my mom bein' the fourth.

I can't say the thought excited me very much.

Well, we ate our pizza, and Phil said, it havin' garlic and all, we ought to brush our teeth before we played any games. Cindy said she wanted to change out of her robe, and Phil said OK, but us guys would stay in our robes. We agreed to meet in the game room in 20 minutes.

Back in the game room, me and Phil still had on robes, and Cindy was nowhere to be seen. Phil said she'd join us in a minute, and that he'd better explain the rules of Tiny Dancer, since me bein' new, and all. We sat on the sofa while he talked about the game.

Phil said, first, that it wasn't a game that you could loose, but it did have a few simple rules. It really wasn't a game, see, but more like entertainment. Cindy was to be the tiny dancer, and me and Phil were to act as the audience. She would pose us anyway she wanted, but not anything uncomfortable. I could move my head, but rules forbid me to change position or speak unless Cindy told me to. Of course, the same applied to Phil. We had to pay for admission, which was to do whatever Cindy said for up to one hour after she finished her dance. At the end of this hour, the game was over.

Since we had a long day coming up on Saturday, Phil said that we'd call it an evening after the game.

Just then, Cindy came in and Phil said we could start.

She was wearing all white, with a pair of waist high dancing tights, a tiny tennis skirt which hung straight from her hips, to just below her crotch, and a ballerina top that looked like a bra with a clasp in front. Her middle was bare, and her hair was hanging loose around her shoulders, which were also bare. The lighting in the room made her skin look like cream, but dark in contrast to the white outfit.

She went to the cd player, and put on something I had never heard, but recognized as classical music, then she came over in front of where we were sitting, and stood there looking at us with her hands on her hips and her legs slightly apart. She is less than 5 feet tall, and probably didn't weigh over 100 pounds, and she looked every inch a "tiny dancer."

After surveying us for about 30 seconds, she told us to sit one foot apart on the sofa. Its part of the game, so Phil and I slipped together until we were a foot apart, at which point Cindy stepped in front of me and untied the sash on my robe. I moved to stop her, and Phil quickly reminded me of the rules. This was really starting to get weird, I thought, but at the same time I started to feel excitement growing in the pit of my stomach.

She then opened my robe, and hung the sides outside of my legs, leaving my whole front completely exposed and naked. I was having a hard time (pun intended) breathing at this point. I mean here is a girl who wouldn't let me do more than kiss her, and she was practically stripping me in full light, and in front of her dad. My heart was pounding, and I could feel my cock beginning to stiffen. She then ordered me to open my legs and place my hands on my thighs.

My thoughts were running wild at this point. I was embarrassed, excited, you know, but Phil said nothing, so I figured, "what the hell." I tentatively spread my legs a little. Cindy said, more, and more again until my knees were about 18 inches apart, and nothing blocked the view of my cock and balls. I mean, my robe was wide open, and yet I was sweating. This was beginning to get exotic.

She then opened Phil's robe, and positioned him just as she did me, with both of us facing the entertainment center, our hands resting on our thighs, and just far enough apart so we didn't touch each other. I could see that Phil's cock was also headed to a full erection, and I really started to get excited as my imagination began to run wild. It didn't do justice to what followed.

Cindy struck a dance pose in front of the tv. She had her right side towards us, her left leg forward, her body slightly bent forward, her head down, and her arms extended upward above her head with her left hand resting on the back of her right hand.

She held this pose for what seemed forever, as if she was in a trance, then her upper body began to sway with the music. She was like, you know, a small tree slowly being moved around by the breeze, then she began to dance. She had obviously studied ballet, or at least it seemed like it to me, because I had never seen anything so graceful. She pranced, jumped, spun, and all the while her upper body was in smooth gyrating motion.

This continued for a good five minutes. She was so lovely, that I almost forgot that me and her dad were sitting facing her, practically naked, with our wangs fully exposed. Then, with her hands folded on her chest, she turned facing away from us and dropped to a squatting position. She extended her arms outward and up, as if praying, and tossed her head back so she was looking at the ceiling. Then she slowly rose, and dropped into a back bend.

As her hands touched the floor, the bra top fell off and she was looking at us with her tits pointed at the ceiling. I know everyone in the neighborhood heard my suck my breath in. My balls started feeling really tight, and I guess my eyes were buggin' out. I mean, her tits were so great. Like, they stood straight up, orange sized mounds with dark centers, and small nipples projecting erect from the centers of the dark areas. She would never let me touch them, and now they were on full display. I could feel a drop of pre-cum work its way down the channel in my now erect cock.

She lazily turned on her side, then rolled on her stomach. Slowly, facing us, she worked herself up on her knees, and began to gently run her hands over her tits. Then looking down and to the side, as if she was embarrassed, she slowly slid her right hand down and massaged her crotch. She moved her hand on her crotch a few times, then spun away, and rolled on her back, her head towards us, and those gorgeous breasts pointing towards the ceiling. She lifted her ass and hooked the thumb of each hand in the waist band of the dance tights. By now it was obvious that she was going to strip here in front of me and her dad. I guess I should have been shocked, but I really felt I had landed in a sexual paradise. my cock was now leaking clear liquid, which fell from the bottom of its head, and formed a thread of pre-cum from my dick to a small spot on the floor. I could see the end of Phil's cock glistening with cock ooze. The dance was affecting him the same as me.

Cindy slipped the tights down over her ass until they were bunched half way down her thighs. She then pushed herself into another backbend, which she converted into a handstand, facing us. Her firm tits didn't move, and the little skirt now covered her lower belly, leaving her crotch fully exposed to us. I couldn't take my eyes off the small inverted triangle of light brown hair which pointed like an arrow to the hairless slit which was just barely visible. Her legs bein' held together by the tights.

She let the handstand come all the way over so she was lying with her feet towards us in the up position of someone doing a pushup. She lowered herself and turned on her left side in one smooth roll. Raising her right leg in the air, she used her right hand to slowly push the tights off her leg. All the time, my eyes were rivetted on that lovely slit between her legs, which she was exposing to me and her dad. Her cunt was completely hairless, and open only enough to give a hint of pink through its center. her asshole was a slightly darker shade of pink. You know, just enough so you knew what you were looking at. When the tights were off her right leg, she slowly rolled on her other side and repeated the performance to completely remove them.

Rolling onto her stomach, she then rose to her knees, with her ass facing us, and dressed only in the little skirt now covering only her waist. She lowered her upper body until her head was resting on one cheek on the floor. Her right hand moved between her legs to her crotch. She began to rub the middle finger back and forth the entire length of her tight slit. Her cunt was now shiny with her own juices, and I thought my balls would explode. At first I thought that not moving was no big deal, but by then, all I wanted to do was relieve the ache in my crotch. It was both agony and ecstacy. I glanced at Phil's crotch, and he also had a thread of cock drool trailing to the floor. His wasn't doin' any better than me.

Cindy kept working her finger along her cunt, and then seemed to increase the pressure to force open the lips. Now I could see an erect clit, and mostly wet pink the whole length of her opening. I could even see that her finger was getting wet, and I could imagine how the slippery finger must feel to her tiny cunt. God, I wanted to whack off, or do something other than just sit there.

After what seemed an eternity, she eased her finger a little further back and began to rub her asshole. Then she ran it from her ass to her clit, moving her hand ever so slowly so the audience could see every detail.

Then she stood and took a few steps to the tv, still dancing to the music. She bent and picked up something from the tv stand, and then squatted facing us with her legs crossed. She then began to move about the floor, first stretched out, then curled in a ball, finally stopping with her back towards me and Phil. She was kneelin', her head resting on the floor, and her knees apart exposing her whole crotch to us.

In her right hand was the object she picked up - a silver dildo shaped like a slim cock, and about 6 inches long.

She reached down between her legs with her left hand, and continued to rub her middle finger along the lips of her cunt. She was gettin' pretty heated herself, cause you could see her outer cunt lips were swollen and parting so you could see the pink inner lips, and her whole crotch was wet with her lubricant.

She began to use the dildo in her right hand to rub her crotch just outside of her cunt lips. Then, opening her lips with two fingers of her left hand, she began to lubricate the dildo by rubbing it through her shining slit. She gently played with her entrance with both the fingers of her left hand, and the dildo.

Suddenly she rolled over, and lay on her back. Her legs were spread wide, and bent at the knees, so her cunt was fully exposed to me and Phil. She had the dildo was sunk into her cunny just as far as she could insert it and still hold onto the shaft. She began to rotate her hips, and slowly move the dildo in a corkscrew motion, in and out of her dripping crotch.

I was dyin', just sittin' there and all, but that was the rule. My balls ached, and I regularly felt another little pre-cum drop slip down and out of my rock hard prick. I glanced at Phil's cock, and he was obviously having the same sensations that I was.

After what seemed forever, you know, with that dildo sliding in and out where I wanted to be, Cindy seemed to go completely rigid, and she stopped all movement. She must of had an orgasm, 'cause she let out a high pitched OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!, and slid the dildo out of her cunt. She then just lay on the floor, drawing little shallow breaths, and exhaling each one with an OHHHhhhhhh.

She breathed like that eight or ten times, then stood up facing us, made a curtsy, and said, "now for the admission fee."

After Cindy's show, and all else that had happened that evening, I had no idea what the admission price could be.

Cindy walked over to me and took me by my left forearm (the side away from Phil), and pulled lightly, telling me to turn around. I moved the way she wanted, so we both were in front of Phil. He was still sitting with his hands on his thighs, and the drool from the head of his erect rod made a tiny thread to the small pool on the carpet between his legs. My slight movement now had my pre-cum dripping on my inner thighs, and I could feel the coolness as I wet myself.

We are going to suck daddy's cock Cindy said, and began to kneel in front of Phil. My mind was blown! I wanted his cock in my mouth, but I also wanted to fuck Cindy. I was confused, and flustered, and probably a little embarrassed. Cindy sensed my hesitation, and leaned over to sink her tongue between my lips. Quickly withdrawing it, she murmured in my ear that it was OK.

With another light tug un my arm, I knelt beside her in front of her dad. Cindy took one hand and wrapped it around his shaft, guiding it into her mouth. She only took the head in, and cleaned it of the pre-cum dripping from the blind eye. She then stroked it as if she was milking it and was rewarded with the emergence of a large bubble of clear liquid which balanced on the end of his cock. Pointing his cock towards my mouth, she gave my arm another little tug, and whispered that it was my turn.

I opened my mouth, and let her guide my lips to his erect prick. The taste of his pre-cum on my tongue really wrecked my mind. I was in heaven as I moved my mouth forward to swallow more of his dick. I took his rod in my mouth until I felt I would choke. I began to move my head away and back towards Cindy's fist at the base of his prick, thrilling to the feel of Phil's wang sliding in and out between my lips. All the while, my tongue was moving under his shaft, trying to coax more liquid from his erection.

Cindy let me taste her dad for about 30 seconds, then still holding him by the base of his cock, she took her other hand and using her index finger on my chin, gently pushed my head back and removed his prick. She brought the head of his cock to her lips, and began to run her tongue around the swollen head. Slipping her other hand behind my head she applied pressure so it was obvious that I was to join her at her dad's cock.

I had almost forgotten the ache in my own crotch. I felt more wetness on my thighs as my cock continued to ooze, but it didn't matter compared to the wonderful sensations of my tongue on Phil's cock, in Cindy's mouth, on his balls. I slid my lips up and down his shaft, stopping at the end to mix spit and lubricant with Cindy as we kissed over and around the head of his prick.

Then I felt Phil's body stiffen. Cindy put the head of his cock in my mouth just as he lost the first jet of his cum. My mouth filled with the hot juice, and I could feel the spasm of his cock as it jerked between my lips. Phil let out a loud moan, and Cindy quickly moved his shaft from my mouth to hers. He shot another jet before she got the head in her mouth. It landed partly on my cheek, and partly on hers. Then I saw his prick jerk as it shot the next load into her mouth.

We then went back to kissing his cock head and each other as his dick continued to jerk and spurt five or six more times. Cindy and I both had his love juice dripping from our lips and cheeks as we continued to kiss each other and plunge our tongues between each other's lips.

She then stood up and told her dad that his admission was paid, and he was free to roam. He stood up and kissed her cum covered lips. Their tongues danced together for a while then they separated and he moved away from the couch.

Cindy then laid on her back on the couch, with her hips near one end, arms above her head, legs apart and the backs of her thighs resting on the overstuffed couch arm. As she slipped a pillow under her hips, she said, almost in a whisper, "Danny, your admission price is to lick my cunt." My cock was still dripping, and I wanted desperately to fuck her. The idea of my tongue sliding around between her legs was as erotic a thought as fucking her, but it wasn't going to get me off, and I was gettin' very frustrated.

The only way I could get my face against her slit was to stand at the end of the couch and bend over until the bottom of my rib cage rested on the arm. Once positioned, my mouth quickly found her slit.

By resting my weight on my rib cage, both hands were free to explore her body. As my tongue slid over the wet smoothness of her cunt lips, my hands were busy roaming over her firm breasts, down the silky smoothness of her sides, and back up to massage her arm pits, then back to her breasts.

Her cunt was slightly musky, with a hint of perfume, and very wet. As I licked and sucked the cunt juices, a hand spread the cheeks of my ass. Oh, Yes! I thought - fuck me in the ass, Phil!

He didn't. Instead, I felt his finger apply lubricant to my asshole. He slid his finger in my ass to what must have been the first knuckle. I let my tongue slide between the outer lips of Cindy's pussy, and lick the inner lips. After visiting them awhile, my mouth ventured up and sucked gently on her hardening clit. The finger in my ass was now fully inserted, and working in and out in a corkscrew motion.

I took one of my hands and slid it around under Cindy's ass and, palm up, inserted my middle finger into her cunt. I felt her body stiffen slightly as my finger slid in and up behind her clit. I eased my index finger into her slit and pushed until my thumb was on her clit, and my fingers imbedded so far that as I moved them against the top of her inner sheath, the curve of my hand was rubbing the top of her entrance. As I moved my fingers against the inside of her body and slid my tongue along her cunt lips, the finger moved out of my ass.

I then felt pressure against my anus, and my mind screamed, "FUCK MY ASS." then I felt the coolness on my tight hole and realized that it was the dildo being inserted. Then it was in! The pressure eased, and I could feel its whole length being slid in and out of my butt.

Then Cindy went totally stiff, and suddenly reached down with one hand and frantically pushed my hand out of her crack. At the same time she let out the same high-pitched OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. A trickle of liquid emerged from her cunt, wetting my chin and the pillow under her. It was like water, but tasting slightly sweetened, and I tried to get all of I could into my mouth. As I frantically swallowed, the dildo was slipped out of my ass.

Cindy then slid her body a few inches away from my mouth, and I recognized the shallow intake of breath followed by her low moan as she let the air escape.

I straightened up, and Phil, his erection fully returned, turned me around and kissed me, our tongues exchanging Cindy's sweet pussy juice. When we stopped our kiss, Cindy had gotten up and had put her arms around both of us.

After the embrace, she told us both to get rid of the robes which were still hanging loosely from our shoulders. She said that everyone but me had gotten some relief, and that she wanted to take both of us in her mouth and finish off the evening's game.

she positioned herself on the couch with her shoulders resting on the seat. Her legs were draped over the couch's back so her head was barely supported by the edge of the seat cushion. She had her dad stand on one side of her head, me on the other, and wrapping a small hand around each erect cock, she began turning her head from side to side while she slide her hands up and down our stiff shafts. Each time she turned her head to a side she took that cock in her mouth, running her tongue around the tip while she let just the head between her lips.

The events of the evening had me at a sexual high for so long that after a very short time I felt myself about to erupt in an orgasm. When I finally couldn't stand it any longer, I let go. Cindy had her dad's cock in her mouth, and my first eruption of white jism landed across her chin and painted her cheek. When she felt my hot juice, she turned quickly and caught the next spurt fully in her mouth.

Phil saw my cock explode, and it must have gotten him off, 'cause his cock shot a stream of cum across Cindy's top lip, and painted her other cheek. She took as much cum as she could in her mouth, but with both of us spurtin', a lot ended up on her face, neck and tits.

When we had both stopped jerkin' and pumpin', we dropped to our knees and began kissing Cindy's face, lips, neck, each other. For a few minutes it was a riot of tongues, lips, cum, and moaning.

Finally Phil sat back and declared the game over. He said I needed to know one more rule. Everyone sleeps in their own bed while in his house.

Hey, It's his house.

We each headed for separate bathrooms to clean up. And it didn't take me long to hit the bed. I probably couldn't have performed any more that evening anyway. I was drifting off to sleep, feeling warm all over, when my stomach was suddenly knotted up with a horrible thought.

Just when I had found sexual heaven, it was all going to be denied to me over the weekend. I remembered that we were picking up my mom in the morning on the way to the camp.

Saturday started with Phil shaking me at 6:30 and announcing breakfast was at 7. After breakfast we tossed our bags in the back of Phil's Blazer, me and Cindy climbed in the back seat, and we took off to pick up mom on the way to the camp.

Mom was waiting at the curb with an overnight bag. Wow, I thought, anyone would want to pick her up. I mean, I don't remember ever thinking how desirable she looked. I guess Friday's activities changed my outlook.

Anyhow, mom had on a pale blue wrap-around top. You know, the kind made out of real soft looking material with short sleeves that has these ties which wrap around the back and are knotted in front. It really showed off her big tits, and left a few inches of bare tummy showing above her dark blue shorts. They weren't really short-shorts, but they weren't very long either, and there wasn't a lot of extra material to hide her waist and hips.

Mom's bare legs were as white as cream, and the results of her daily workouts were obvious. Like, man, no fat or wrinkles, and perfect proportion. She had on one of her wide brimmed straw hats and a pair of sandals. As she greeted us and climbed into the Blazer I couldn't help thinking how great it woulda been sitting on the curb and watching her step up into the truck.

On the way to the camp Phil described it, and it didn't sound like my idea of a camp. You know, tents and campfires and such. It was a cabin, he said, on 80 acres and had it's own private lake. "Nothing fancy," he claimed, just four bedrooms along the side away from the lake, three baths - each two bedrooms shared a bath and the third was in the mud room.

The main entrance was into the living room. It was separated from the cooking/eating area by the mud room, all of which were on the front overlooking the lake. A hallway ran through the center of the cabin, and all of the bedrooms opened into the hall - two into the living room; two into the dining room/kitchen.

Most of the lot was woods, Phil told us, but the clearing around the cabin was big enough for two grass tennis courts and a small asphalt paved area with a basket. The area served for playing basketball or badminton.

My heart continued to sink as I listened to Phil and thought of mom in the front seat. Yeah, I thought, and those are probably the only games we'll play this weekend.

The drive to camp got us there just before lunch. The road in wasn't paved, but it was pretty smooth, and ended in a circle at what was obviously the back of the cabin. The front of the cabin faced the lake. The main entrance was on our right when you looked from the parking area.

Immediately to the left as you come in the front door were two doors a few feet apart. The first is a coat closet, and the second was the entrance to one of the four bedrooms. This one was Cindy's. Mine was the second bedroom, Mom's the third, and Phil's was the last one.

The dining area had sliding doors behind the table which opened to the patio where a glass topped table and four lounging chairs overlooked the lake. There was also one of those gas grills on a cart in one corner the patio.

To the left of the dining area was the kitchen, with a large window over the sink which looked out on the lake.

Phil pointed out that me and Cindy would share a bathroom, as would him and my mom. He added that there was time for us to take a quick dip in the lake while he and Sylvia (my mom) fixed lunch.

Me and Cindy got on our suits. I got down to the small dock in front of the cabin before Cindy. I almost lost my breath when I saw her come down from the house wearing only the bikini bottoms of a green bathing suit. The bottoms consisted of a narrow strip of cloth between her legs which opened into two tiny triangles. One covered her asshole, but left most of her cheeks exposed, and the other covered the small arrow of pubic hair, which I knew pointed to her crotch. The two patches of cloth dissolved into strings which tied on each side where her slim hips dipped in to her small waist.

God, I thought, mom's in the house. My excitement at seeing Cindy gave way to a panic over what my mom would say if she saw her. Like, topless and all. The panic quickly went away as I stared at Cindy's firm tits as she came down the slight slope to the dock. My mouth must have been hanging open, 'cause she walked up to me, wrapped her arms around me, and slipped her tongue in my mouth.

I responded, and felt my cock starting to rise as she pressed her body against mine, and explored my mouth with her tongue. She must have felt it too, 'cause she backed away and said the same dreaded word I heard at all those movies - "later." All I could do was stammer, "m-m-mom, w-what if she, like, sees you?"

"Camp rule," Cindy said. "Bottoms only in the lake." At least I knew mom wouldn't be swimmin' this weekend.

I tried to keep my mind off of Cindy's tits while we splashed in the water around the dock. The cool lake helped keep things in control, but it was tough. Not only was Cindy driving me mad, but I had a recurring thrill every now and then when I dared to think, "what if mom does go swimmin'?"

I could see mom and Phil foolin' around the grill, and after awhile, mom started towards the lake. "Oh God," I thought. "Now what's gonna happen?"

Mom walked down to where we were to announce that lunch was about ready. She asked Cindy how the water was, just as if Cindy wasn't mostly naked. When Cindy said it was super, mom said she'd take a quick dip with us before we ate. With that said, she took off her hat, stepped out of her sandals, and started to take off the wrap around top she was wearing.

At that point I had stopped breathing. I mean, she really was strippin'. She untied the knot in front of the top, and shrugged it off her shoulders. She didn't have on a bra, and there where her magnificent tits hanging like great, white tear drops, with large pink ends pointing slightly at the ground. Her nipples were erect, and all I could do was stare as she bent from the waist and slipped off her shorts. Then my mom, tits gently swaying, headed for us wearing only a pair of pale blue panties.

She waded into the lake, and immediately used the palm of her hand to splash water at Cindy. Cindy let out a Whooooop! and lunged at mom, grabbing her upper body with both arms. mom toppled over backwards, and they both went under.

They emerged in an embrace. They were exploring each other's mouth with their tongues as they moved their shoulders in opposite directions so that breasts were massaging breasts.

My eyes must have been bugged, and my mouth hanging slack, 'cause mom glanced at me, and, takin' one arm from the embrace, invited me to join them. There we were, standing waist deep in the lake, the three of us hugging; exploring mouths with tongues. I mean, I was about to explode. Mom finally pulled back and herded us reluctantly out of the lake for lunch.

I don't know how I managed to eat anything. I mean, when mom got on the bank, she dropped her wet panties, and slipped her shorts back on. That's it! That's what she wore all through lunch. I'm supposed to eat with Cindy's firm round tits, and mom's hanging jugs staring me in the face. If you asked me what we had, all I could swear to was that my balls ached. Phil, he just acted as if everything was normal.

Well, after lunch we changed into dry clothes, and the afternoon was spent playing badminton and tennis. We all went swimming again just before dinner, only this time mom wore the bottoms to her orange two-piece. The contrast with her white body and tits was mind boggling. I couldn't keep my eyes off tits, but there was no repeat of the morning's contact. Cindy did come up behind me once, and reached around me to brush my hard cock with her hand as she whispered in my ear that we were going to play a game after dinner.

Boy, that helped! I had a thousand fantasies during the rest of the afternoon, trying to imagine what was planned, and what mom was gonna do. Finally dinner was over and cleared away (I couldn't tell you what we ate), and Phil explained the rules for the evening's game.

My heart fell into my stomach. Monopoly! Yeah, just plain Monopoly, with the standard rules. My excitement returned when Phil explained going bankrupt.

You must pay all debts owed, and there is no borrowing. We each would play wearing only two pieces of clothing. If you owed rent or fees greater than your game assets, you paid the difference with a piece of clothing which you could not retrieve. You continued to play when you were out of clothing and money. The next time you owed a debt you paid it in trade, after which you were out of the game.

Trade was performing whatever act the debt collector demanded, but it could not last more than one minute.

So there would be no losers, the "winner" would service the "losers" when the game was over. The reward for winning was that the winner would decide how they would service the losers.

With that explanation, we all went to change into our two pieces of clothing so we could start the game. You can't imagine how my mind was racing as I quickly changed to a T-shirt and shorts for the game.

Phil won the honors as banker, and we played Monopoly, sitting around the board in the middle of the living room floor. Mom was really lucky, and it was becoming obvious that she was the likely winner. The first departure from standard rules came when Cindy landed on one of my properties and couldn't pay the rent. I added her halter top to my bank account. The game continued with Cindy's round breast getting lots of attention.

In quick succession Phil lost his T-shirt to Cindy who paid it to mom and had to give up her shorts to mom as well. She was sitting directly across the board from me, naked with her legs crossed. I really didn't have my mind on the game after that. Then I landed on one of mom's properties with a hotel on it, and only had $50 left after paying rent.

Phil rolled, and lost his shorts to mom. He must have noticed Cindy's pink slit as well, 'cause when he stood and dropped his shorts, his wang was standin' at attention, with a slight bit of moisture at its slit. He too sat down cross-legged, with his cock pointing at the ceiling. At least his was free! Mine was as hard as his, but trapped in my shorts. It ached, and I could feel the wet from leaking pre-cum.

Cindy's next move sent her to jail where she had to pay the bank money she didn't have. Phil was still banker, and he got to name the fee in trade. He gave me the timer and bell, and told me to start the timer when he began collection. He then positioned Cindy on her back with her legs spread and knees bent. Kneeling between her legs, he signalled me to begin the timer just as his tongue began to stroke her cunt.

A minute is forever if you are just sitting and watching a tongue make love to a wet pussy. Phil's tongue explored her outer and inner lips, looped around her clit, and probed her entrance. All the while, Cindy was working her thighs against his mouth and letting out little moans. Finally the minute was up, and I rang the bell. God! I thought. This is horrible. No one gets satisfied, just hot as hell! Cindy and Phil were clearly not finished when they stopped, and mom was rubbing her crotch the whole time Phil was sucking Cindy.

On mom's turn she landed on her own property. Surprise, surprise!

My roll lost me my $50 and T-shirt to the bank. Phil then landed on another of mom's properties. Already naked, he had to pay mom in trade. Now my mind was really racing. I was about to watch my mom have sex right in front of me. I mean, I had thought of fucking mom, and even whacked off a few times with the thought, but like, mom didn't really have sex, you know.

This time Cindy was timer. I knew what I was about to see when mom told Phil that she really liked the way he worked on Cindy's pussy. She slid her shorts off and spread her legs as she motioned phil to come around the board to lick her.

Like, you know, I'd never seen mom's muff before. Since it was summer, and she wore a lot of shorts, she'd shaved most of her pubes. Lyin' on her back like that, I could see her hair was black, but her slit looked like Cindy's with only an arrow of hair pointing to her clit. Before Phil could kneel between her legs, she reached down with her hand, and used her index and middle finger to open her cunt. It was shiny with moisture, and I could only envy Phil who was about to taste the rose.

My view was from behind Phil as he worked on mom. His and mom's thrustings had his balls in constant motion, and I forgot about his tongue exploring my mom (I couldn't see it anyway). My thoughts were about how badly I wanted to lick his balls, and take his dripping cock in my mouth like I did Friday evening. And his ass. I mean, I wanted to stick my hard cock in his ass, and shoot cum up his butt. Then the bell went off, and the game continued.

Now it was just mom and me playing. It didn't take long for me to have to pay in trade. My heart was pounding as mom contemplated payment. I was ready to do anything, and if you had insisted that I tell you what I wanted to do, I couldn't have answered. Every possibility was exciting, and I was tingling as I waited.

Finally, she told me to come and stand in front of her. As Phil started the timer, mom's lips closed over the end of my cock. I could barely breath as I watched mom's head move back and forth on my hard prick. She would pull back and run her tongue around the head as she stroked the shaft with her hand, then she'd run her tongue down to my balls, and back to the head. While she explored the shaft, the head cooled down, and chills went up my spine when her tongue had again explored the head, and she wrapped the end in the warmth of her mouth.

I thought the minute took forever when I was an observer. Now that I was a player, the bell seemed to go off in an instant. Mom took my entire shaft in her mouth, as she hugged me with her arms wrapped around my ass, then she eased back and was declared the winner of the game. Now she had to decide how she would service us losers.

Mom stood up and took her shorts and top off. Now we were all naked, and I figured everybody could hear my heart pounding. I don't know about Mom and Cindy, but me and Phil's erect pricks sure gave away what we were thinkin' about.

Mom told me to come over to her. She wrapped her arms around me and held me real close. "My poor baby," she said, "you have never been fucked. I want to be the first one for you."

Mom told phil to get the K-Y. She said she wanted all three of us to be winners at the same time, with Phil getting her ass while she fucked me and licked Cindy.

First she had me lie on my back. What a thrill as she squatted down on my erect cock. She took my shaft in her hand, and guided my prick into her entrance as she eased her body down to a kneeling position. She bent over my body to expose her asshole to Phil's Throbbing cock, but left enough room so I could move my prick in and out of her just the tiniest little bit. God, was she wet.

I couldn't see Phil getting in her ass, but I could tell by the way Mom's body stiffened that he was probing her entrance. Once Mom told him to wait, that it hurt. Then she said for him to push again. When I felt her body relax, I figured he had his cock buried in her ass.

Cindy must have been watching her dad enter Mom, cause she didn't move to in front of us until Mom had relaxed. Cindy knelt in front of Mom, almost straddling my head, with her smooth ass in Mom's face. I was staring straight at her slit, still wet from the work of her dad's tongue. By rolling my eyes up, I could see her tits as she supported herself with her arms.

Mom's tongue went straight for Cindy's ass, and began to lick her brown flower. I was pumping my cock into Mom, and feeling her body stiffen and relax in rhythm with want I guessed were Phil's thrustings in her ass.

I must have gotten carried away, cause Mom slipped a hand down between us and made it clear with her pressure that I should slow down. What did I know? It was the first time my cock had been in a pussy, and I was just learning.

Then Mom put the fingers of one hand in her mouth, and slipped her wet middle finger into Cindy's asshole, while her thumb went into Cindy's cunt. Cindy let out a slight moan, and lowered her crotch to where her clit was almost in my mouth. She twitched just a little as my tongue began to explore the top of her slit.

What a sight it must have been. Mom ramming Cindy's cunt and ass with her fingers, while I licked Cindy's clit. My ass was slowly tightening and relaxing as I moved my cock in Mom's pussy, and Phil, sorta above it all, was pounding Mom's asshole.

Then Mom took her fingers out of Cindy's holes, and began again to lick Cindy's asshole. She inserted her index finger into Cindy's pussy, and began to shove it into Cindy like she was pointing at Cindy's navel. She must have hit a magic spot, cause it wasn't long before Cindy stiffened, and my face and mouth was being watered with Cindy's love juice. Phil must have cum at about the same time, cause I could feel warm liquid running down my balls.

I exploded! My cock started to throb in Mom's cunt as I pumped my jism into her waiting snatch. I was licking and swallowing to get all of Cindy's juices at the same time my own was leaving me. Then we were all one mass of bodies.

I don't remember everything that happened as we unwound, but I do remember Cindy and Mom licking the cum off my cock while I had Phil's prick in my mouth. Me and Cindy licked the cum off Mom's crotch together while our tongues swapped juices. While we were licking Mom, Phil was having another taste of Cindy's slit. We all ended up in a pile kissin' and huggin' each other. Phil eventually said we better head for bed.

He said we weren't gonna play any more games, but we would take pictures in the morning to record our first weekend together. House rules forbid having sex in the bedrooms, and required everyone to sleep in their own bed. We headed off to shower and hit the sack.

I don't know what Phil and Mom did, but Cindy and me were ready for some more exploration before going to sleep. We went straight for the shared bathroom between our bedrooms. Cindy held my prick while I took a piss, then I held open the lips of her cunt as she squatted and relieved herself. Then we were in the shower.

Cindy and I soaped up and explored every inch of each other's body. What an erotic turn on to slide your hands over soapy tits or watch your fingers disappear into a slit covered with soap bubbles. Soapy fingers slip easily into assholes, as both Cindy and me learned. The sensation and sight of having your soapy prick being stroked is almost as good as fucking - well, maybe not, but it sure feels good.

We rinsed, and I knelt in front of Cindy. As my finger again explored inside her asshole, my tongue began tasting her slit. I sucked and played with her clit, and ran my tongue over every inch of her crotch I could reach. Finally her body went tense, she pushed my finger out of her ass and jerked her hips away from my face. As her orgasm hit her she again let out the sharp, high pitched OOOHHHHHhhhhhhhh! that I first heard when she got off on the dildo doing Tiny Dancer. When her breathing calmed down she dropped to her knees and returned the favor.

The head of my prick disappeared between her lips, then reappeared as she licked the bottom of it all the way to my balls. As she licked and nibbled my balls, I felt a finger push, then slip into my ass hole. Her mouth again found the head of my cock, and she used her other hand to cup my balls. Using the hand on my bag and the finger in my ass she moved me in and out of her mouth. I reached down and held her head with my hands, and with my balls in captivity and her finger up my ass, I slowly fucked her mouth.

When I came, it felt like everything below my waist erupted. My cock got more and more sensitive, and it felt like every nerve ending of my body was in Cindy's mouth. Then I sensed the muscles at the base of my shaft relaxing, and suddenly my rod was pulsing as I shot my cum into Cindy's mouth. She held me immobile until my spasms stopped. When she released me from her grip, I dropped to my knees, and our tongues met for more exploration.

I guess we were both spent for the evening. We toweled each other dry, kissed one more time and headed for our separate beds. I was asleep about the time my head hit the pillow.

Phil woke everyone on Sunday morning. After breakfast we all went swimming in the lake. After Saturday night no one had anything to hide, so we were all quickly naked. The water felt good on my bare ass, and there was a lot of accidental touching of crotches and tits. A favorite sport was taking turns standing in water waist deep with legs spread while the others dove under your body and swam from front to back or back to front. The only rules were that the person standing must keep their hands above the water and the person swimming had to be under water if they touched the one standing.

I was the first to stand. First Cindy dove from behind me, and I again found myself captured with her finger up my ass, my balls in her hand, and my cock in her mouth. She used the grip on my balls to hold herself under me until she had to come up for air.

Mom dove in front of me and I again learned that balls make a convenient hand hold to keep you under water. Her hands quickly caressed my now erect cock, and then came to rest on my bag. As she held herself down, her other hand spread the cheeks of my ass and I felt her tongue travel around my asshole. On Phil's dive, my cock was warmed for a few seconds in his mouth while a finger went up my ass. If you ever get the chance to play this sorta game, you'll appreciate how difficult it is to keep your hands away from your private parts while you're under attack. The only thing that helps is knowin' you'll get your turn.

When I dove under Mom, I practiced the hold she had on Cindy when Cindy was kneeling in front of Mom Saturday night. I held myself under water with my index finger up Mom's ass, while my thumb was in her pussy. I could feel my fingers pushing towards each other as I gently squeezed and let up with my grip.

I dove from behind Cindy. Under water I turned on my back, wrapping my arms around her thighs while I buried my face in her crotch. I managed to tongue her pussy and asshole before I had to come up for air.

Phil's erect tool was too much to resist when I dove under him. I quickly took the head in my mouth. I used Cindy's trick of using his ball sack as a handle to move his prick in and out of my mouth. Only the need to breath got me to stop running my tongue around that treasure I held between my lips.

About mid morning, Mom and Phil decided we'd better quit playing in the lake and go take our pictures if we were going to get packed and back home before dark. Bare assed, we headed for the cabin for the picture session.

Phil produced two cameras - a point and shoot 35 mm SLR, and a Camcorder. After a short show and tell, we were all checked out on how to use them, and filming began. The goal was to have both still and video shots which would remind us of the weekend. First he would be director/photographer, then Mom would take over.

For Phil's first sequence he had Mom lie on her back with Cindy kneeling between her legs. While Cindy licked Mom's pussy, he had me kneel and fuck Cindy from behind.

He then got us to change positions so I was on my back. Cindy knelt straddling me and put my cock back in her cunt. Mom knelt above my face. While I worked on her pussy she and Cindy had their tongues playing together. The whole time, Phil was filming with the Camcorder, occasionally stopping it while he took still shots, then returning to the video camera.

He didn't let any of us get relief before he had us change again. This time he placed Cindy on her back. He had Mom kneel so Cindy could work on Mom's pussy with her mouth. Mom leaned over so she could lick Cindy's crotch.

He had me take the tube of K-Y jelly and lubricate my cock and Mom's asshole. You can't imagine the pounding in my chest and the tightness in my stomach as I realized I was gonna fuck Mom in the ass while she and Cindy 69'd each other.

Phil guided my lubed prick to Mom's flower, and told me to push gently and listen to Mom. She left Cindy's slit long enough to tell me to push. Then again to have me stop and slightly change position. Pushing again, I could feel her tight ass begin to relax. I watched as the head of my prick began to be hidden inside my mom's asshole. She again stopped me for a second while she made a slight adjustment with her hips.

When she again had me push, my prick slid easily into her hole until my belly was against her ass and my balls just above Cindy's face. Urging me to fuck her slowly, Phil took videos and still shots from all angles with Cindy's tongue in Mom's pussy while I had my cock buried up her tight ass.

Again, he stopped us before anyone could cum. Handing the Camcorder to Mom, he declared it her turn to direct.

My lower body was aching, and I needed relief, but this seemed part of the plan. We were all supposed to get and stay aroused as long as possible before any of us could cum.

Phil must have told Mom about the enema and the dildo up my ass, and how I seemed to really like it. Her first direction had me kneeling with Cindy's cunt under my mouth while Phil Shoved his cock up my ass. When we were in position, I felt the K-Y being applied, and Phil slipping a finger in and out of my hole. Then I felt the pressure against my butt.

I couldn't tell if any of his cock was in or not 'cause of the pain. When I told him it hurt he fingered some more K-Y on my crack, and while I started to lick the pussy in front of my face, the pressure started again. This time I wiggled my ass a little and the angle of pressure changed from side to side. There were a few twinges of pain, but suddenly my sphincter relaxed and I had the wonderful sensation of the head of his cock in my ass. I didn't believe it possible to go from pain to pleasure so easily.

Mom kept moving with the Camcorder and sayin' things like "great shot. Yes, lick her there. Slowly in and out, Phil." All the while, Phil's prick was giving me these fabulous sensations as it slid back and forth in my butt. He was hitting something inside me that was driving me wild.

Mom had Cindy turn around and take my leaking cock in her mouth. No sooner had she begun to suck on me than it felt like I had to piss like never before. I couldn't hold it, and let loose in Cindy's mouth, but it wasn't piss, it was cum. Instead of erupting and pumping, it just flowed as Cindy swallowed it all.

I had got off, but not the normal way which was still to come.

Mom had us switch so she could get shots of me and Cindy licking Phil's still erect prick. We ran our mouths up and down his stiff shaft, stopping at the head to let our tongues play before one of us slid a mouth over it's head. Then we let our tongues swap juice again and slide back down to his balls.

I wanted a shot of Phil's cock in Cindy, so Mom had him lie on his back and with her back to his chest, Cindy squatted on his erection while Mom took shots with the camera and I got the action with the Camcorder.

It turned into request time. Cindy wanted shots of Mom sucking my cock. Then Phil wanted Cindy to kneel and bend over while I fingered her ass and cunt. Cindy decided a shot of me sucking Mom's tits would be nice, so we obliged. Finally, filming was declared finished. It had to be, there was no one to operate the cameras.

Mom had pulled me to the floor while I was sucking her tits, and gently pushed my head down to her crotch. I hungrily began to lick and suck her pussy. Cindy maneuvered me around so Mom and I were lying on our sides, kinda at right angles. Cindy then lay with her head at my ass, and jacking up my leg she took hold of my stiff cock and pulled it back between my legs. She held it there as her mouth wandered from the head of my cock, to my balls, to my asshole and back again.

Phil positioned himself so he could wash Cindy's crotch with his mouth, which put his cock right in front of Mom's face. We lay there trying to suck each other dry until I finally came while Cindy was licking my balls. My cum all over her face must have set her off, and we had a chain reaction. Cindy let out her little orgasmic whoop, and I felt Mom's body stiffen under the assault of my tongue on her clit.

She must have come up for air then, 'cause she too let out a long moan of pleasure. Phil fired about then, I guess, since Mom ended up with cum all over her face too. Then we were all hugging and kissing in a confusion of mouths, tongues and cum. When we were all breathing normally again, it was time to dress and hit the road back home.

Cindy and me again had the back seat, but this time there was no talk of later. We spent the trip home with my fingers in her crotch, and her hand in my pants gently rubbing my cock which had quickly found new life. The weekend's activities had taken a bit out of me, so I wasn't too quick to go off. Actually I came in my pants and all over Cindy's hand about two miles from home.

During the ride, I learned that Mom and Phil belonged to the same club. Cindy had joined too. Something called the Bi-Monthly Club, which meets monthly. Go figure! Anyhow, Mom, Phil and Cindy all agreed that I should join and go with them to the next meeting. I quickly agreed when they explained that the meetings were like our weekend, only different.

When Phil dropped us off at our house he told Mom that he and Cindy were planning a new game for four to play, and he'd call Mom during the week.

Once in the house, I headed for the bedroom to change my cum soaked underwear. Mom came in about the time I was stepping out of my shorts. She did what Moms everywhere do. She helped me clean myself up.

I can't wait for us to go over to Phil and Cindy's to see our pictures and play their new game. You better believe I'm looking forward to my first Bi-Monthly Club meetin' too.

I mean, like, It's already been a fantastic spring, and it's just startin'!

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