
Phillip and Amy are thrown together by their parents on a blind date so they can chaperone their older siblings. Oil and water just don't mix, but as their dates go on, he's a little less like oil and she's a little less like water until they're ALL mixed up. Half slow, half fast, this story is about changing relationships. 

Codes: mf slow rom 1st teen reluc inc het safe oral mastrb pett preg
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The Blind Date Blues		

By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)


Chapter 1

Fate is a blind and fickle force that, often as not, rips through our lives like a tornado rips through a Kansas town. It leaves immense change in its path, yet, only feet or yards away from its primary focus, nothing is touched and life goes on as before.

While none of the kids involved in this story were superstisious, George Kennedy, and his little sister Amy were in the path of fate on Friday night, the thirteenth of July. The same twist of fate would also directly affect Samantha Rollins, and her little brother Phillip.

And, though no one knew it on that fateful night, other people's lives would also be changed, some more, some less by what Fate dealt the kids that Friday, the Thirteenth.

It all started when George, who had been dating Samantha for about six months, began negotiating with her just when it was that he was going to be able to slide his aching, ready-to-blow penis into what he believed would be her warm, wet, receptive pussy. He was convinced that, if they truly loved each other (and they said it all the time, so it must be true, right?) then it was time to move up from the hot and heavy petting they indulged in quite frequently.

True, he spurted quite regularly as her hand stroked him, but he wanted to squirt in her pussy, instead of in her hand.

Sam, for her part, wasn't so sure about that. She wasn't on the pill, and she had actually read the literature they passed out in sex-ed that explained very carefully how NONE of the common methods of birth control were a hundred percent effective.

Now, she loved babies. She loved to hold them, and play with them, and even loved to change their diapers. She loved to play peek-a-boo, and count their fingers and toes. She loved to talk to them and sing to them and pat their little backs to get them to burp.

But she didn't want to have one swelling her belly. Not yet anyway. Still, feeling George's fingers slipping in and out of her wet pussy just about drove her crazy, especially since he hadn't quite figured out how to bring her off and she was too embarrassed about it to tell him what he was doing wrong.

Phyllis, Sam's mother, who had gotten pregnant with Sam when she was only seventeen herself, recognized the signs of imminent sexual activity between the horny couple but, being Catholic, she couldn't, or wouldn't, provide any birth control. The answer then, was to ensure that nothing COULD happen on their dates. She decided to have a conference with Margaret, George's mother, who also noticed the crusty evidence of looming problems when she washed her son's underwear.
Fate began to build up a head of steam when the two women decided that not only should George and Sam be limited to double dating if they were going to be away from adult 'supervision', but the other couple should be comprised of their siblings.

After all, what could they do while their younger brother and sister were there to see?

Phillip and Amy both thought the idea was the stupidest thing they'd ever heard of. Both were fifteen and neither was interested in being told not only where they would go on a Friday night, but even who they would go there with.

They were vaguely acquainted with each other from school, but were in different social groups, and this only served to make them even less interested in taking part in what they both saw, for all intents and purposes, as a blind date.

George and Sam didn't like it either, but they didn't want to have to stay home, where they couldn't do ANYTHING without an adult peeking in on them every five minutes.

So it was that the four of them ended up on their way to the drive-in out by the county land fill, in the four year old station wagon that George's dad had kept around for the kids to learn to drive.

He'd assumed that such an uncool car would make them want not to drive it very much.

Fate lifted its grizzled head and sniffed. The odor of teenage hormones was on the air, and fate grinned. It loved that smell.

When they got to the drive-in George went to the back row and pulled in backwards, with the rear of the car facing the big screen. Philip and Amy, who had been sitting as far apart as possible in the back seat, looked at each other and then at the driver, not understanding what was happening. They learned as soon as George turned around and brusquely said "Get out for a minute."

Ralph Kennedy, owner of the station wagon holding his son and daughter, and their respective dates, had completely forgotten that the back seat of the wagon could be folded down and that, with a few blankets, the uncool car could be made into an Oh-so-cool bed.

When George finished making the back of the wagon into a big bed, all four teens could see that if they all lay down side by side they could watch the movie out of the open back of the car.

Or... whatever.

It was also plain that it would be crowded with all four of them in there. Depending on how you felt it could also be called "cozy".

Amy said defiantly "I'm not lying down in there!"

Phillip was stung. Even though Amy wasn't his dream girl, she didn't have to make it sound like he had a disease or something.

"Me either!" he said forcefully.

Sam smiled. "Well, then, that leaves more room for us." She turned and kissed her boyfriend, a long, hot kiss. Then she looked at her brother. "Be back when the movie's over, and don't let anything happen to her." she ordered.

Now it was Amy who was incensed. "I don't need him! I can take care of myself quite nicely." She stuck her nose in the air.

George stared at his sister. "Don't screw this up for us, Amy. You do and I'll make your life miserable."

Amy stomped her foot, turned and stalked off into the darkness. 

Phillip, an odd look on his face stared after her, then jerked and hurried to catch up.

Before they were out of sight, George and Samantha dove into the back of the wagon. Before Phillip caught up with Amy George had his hand in Sam's shirt, her bra pushed up, and was fondling her sensitive naked breasts as he kissed her again. He rolled toward her, pushing his stiff penis against her leg through the cloth of his jeans.

Sam moaned. What he was doing felt so good. She knew she should slow him down but... she didn't want to.

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Phillip caught up with Amy just as she stepped onto the sandy gravel of what was laughingly called the playground. There were some big steel pipe A frames, with boards suspended on chains hanging from them. There were four teeter-totters, one of which had the seat broken off on one end. Then there was the obligatory merry-go-round, a flat steel platform, made of thick sheet metal with a diamond pattern stamped in it for grip, with U shaped pipes welded on in various places so you had something to hold on to when it spun. There were two picnic tables. They were full of youngish adults drinking beer and yelling out a running commentary on the movie, which was about sentient trees that tore the heads off of teenagers unwary enough to enter the forest, and then stuffed those heads into knot holes, where they were 'assimilated'.

Amy sighed. There were THREE movies tonight. It was "Friday Fright Night" and, besides the carnivorous trees, there would be invisible invaders from the Moon later on, followed by Son of Grandfather of Werewolf or something like that.

She wanted to scream. She had a brand new Nancy Drew book and she had planned on reading it tonight.

Not that she'd admit she still read Nancy Drew. But the stories were so much fun to read, and then daydream about being there... doing the things Nancy and her friends did... going the places she went.

Now she had to be here with that boy... the one who hung around with all those kids who did all the acting in the school plays, and sang in all the concerts. How did you talk to a boy who wore makeup sometimes? He had to be strange.

On impulse she turned, looking for him. She jumped as she realized he was only a foot or so away from her... just standing there... looking at her. He'd followed her all the way to the front of the drive-in and hadn't said a single word. Yes, he had to be strange.

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Phillip watched Amy as she stomped through the huge parking lot that was the drive-in theater. She weaved between cars, never looking left or right, never peeking in the cars to see what people were doing, or what they looked like. Had he not been following her he would have done that. People were interesting, and he'd heard stories about some of the things people did while they were at the drive-in.

He found himself watching Amy's hips. They went sort of up and down, one up and the other down, and then vice versa. Her shorts were white, so he could see them well, and they were tight, full to bursting with her buttocks. He hadn't thought she'd wear shorts. She hung with the popular girls at school, who wore angora sweaters, and poodle skirts and saddle oxfords on their feet. Her shorts were sexy, and he hadn't thought she'd wear something like that in public. Idly he wondered what she'd look like in one of those new swimsuits some girls were wearing... the ones that looked like a bra and panties to him. She would be the kind of girl who went to sock hops, and danced all the new dances... things called 'The Hoochy Coo' and 'The Jerk'... things he had no idea how to do. He could dance, but only in a classical sense, waltzes and the kind of dance that one did in musicals. The last school play had been "The King And I" and he had danced with one of the girls in that play, pressed against her, whirling and whirling. He wondered how Amy would feel pressed against him like that.

Quite suddenly she whirled and looked startled as she stared at him in the dim light reflected by the big screen. 

"What are you doing?" she demanded, stepping back a step.

He looked around. She was talking to him. It was the first thing she'd said to him the whole night. 

"Well, I'm standing around on the playground of the Big Chief drive-in theater, while my sister and your brother are probably necking in the back of that car."

It was such an obvious thing to say that she was disarmed a little.
She leaned forward, trying to see where his eyes were. 

"You were standing awfully close to me," she said, with a little less heat.

"Oh" he said, putting his hands in his pockets. "I guess I was just standing. I didn't know you had rules about how close somebody can stand."

He was already sorry the conversation had started. But he was stuck with her. A picture popped into his mind of the two of them, years later, grown as old as his parents, still squabbling, still tagging along with their older siblings. It seemed funny to him for some reason and he laughed out loud.

Amy had turned away from him, but now she whirled back around.

"What?" she said in a voice he couldn't quite classify. It didn't sound angry, or embarrassed. But it wasn't just a simple question either. She almost sounded worried. "What are you laughing at?" she said when he didn't answer her first question. Now she sounded impatient.

"Nothing" he said. That usually worked with his parents.

It didn't with her. "That's not true!" she barked. "You were laughing. You were laughing at ME weren't you!" It wasn't a question. She was getting up a head of steam now, and he could tell she was going to go on for a while if she had her way. She wanted to be pissed off, and she was going to use any excuse to fuel that desire.

"STOP!" he barked back. He said it loudly enough that it shocked her into silence. She was breathing fast, and her white blouse rose and fell in the twilight of the screen reflection. He liked looking at her chest... rising and falling. "Look, I know you don't want to be here with me. I don't want to be here with you either. But we ARE here, and we have to STAY here, so the least we can do is try not to be pissed off at each other all night, OK?"

Amy's eyes had gotten more easy to see in the dark as she showed more and more white. 

"You don't want to be here with me?" she said.  

It was in a voice that every male recognizes by the time he's ten years old. It's that voice that means you have offended the girl, and she can't believe it, and she's trying to get you to admit it, so she can scream at you.

He tried to cut that off. "Come on Amy, are you telling me you really looked forward to being on this "date" with me tonight? Am I your 'type' Amy?" He was trying to turn it back on her.

"Of course not," she sniffed. "but that doesn't explain why you wouldn't want to go out with me."

Phillip sighed. Maybe he should think about trying to be homosexual. Girls were just too much trouble.

"That statement is a perfect example of why I might want to take out a different type of girl. It's fine for you to think I'm a dork or something, and below your standards, but if somebody thinks that way about YOU it suddenly isn't OK anymore. Don't you see the irony in that?"

Amy was puzzled. Who was this strange boy? He didn't treat her like she was a girl. All the boys treated her like she was a girl. They looked at her breasts, and tried to look up her skirt, and swaggered around trying to smoke cigarettes and impress... her.

Except this one didn't.

She had known he would be different, but this was SO different she didn't know how to act. She'd tried getting him to apologize, and 'owe' her, but that hadn't worked. Then he turned around and said something that made all too much sense and pricked her conscience.

"I didn't say you were a dork," she said defensively.

"You didn't have to. We all know what you popular kids think of us."

"That's not fair!" she stomped her foot again. "What's wrong with wanting to be popular, and have fun?"

"Nothing," he said. "But do you have to hurt people's feelings to have fun?"

Amy was feeling less and less comfortable. He was supposed to be apologizing to HER, not the other way around. She took a breath to tell him that when, from a car about ten feet away they heard: "OHHHH JOHNNY, THAT FEELS SOOO GOOOOD!"

Both of their heads swiveled to see a pair of white almost glowing buttocks, in the back seat, rising and falling as some boy obviously had sex with the girl who was 'soooo' happy.

"That's disgusting" snorted Amy.

"It's what your brother and my sister are probably doing back there." he hooked his thumb toward the rear of the drive-in.

"Why do boys want to do that so much?" she asked. Her voice indicated she really didn't understand why.

Phillip shrugged. "I guess it feels good or something."

She turned on him again. "So you've never done it?"

"Nope" he said and saw her mouth fall open. "Have you?" He assumed he'd misread her confusion, and that she was trying to needle him.

"Of course not!" she yipped. "I'm a good girl."

"So why did you look so shocked when I said no?" he asked.

"I've never heard a single boy ever admit that he's a virgin," she said. She thought about that. She was suddenly interested in Phillip for some reason. He was so different than the boys she hung around with.

"Well, I don't know a single guy whose telling the truth when he claims he HAS had sex" he said back. "With the possible exception of your brother." he added, thinking about what was probably going on in the back of the station wagon.

"You want to swing on the swings?" she asked suddenly.

It threw him off. "Sure" he answered.

They went over to the big steel A frame that had swings made of what looked like ancient slabs of wood hooked to thick chains. They sat side by side and began kicking their feet, swinging ever higher.

And as they swung they talked.

Fate grinned, his yellow teeth glinting in the darkness of another dimension. He rubbed his wrinkled hands together, almost humming to himself.

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In the back of the station wagon Sam was panting with passion. George's hand was in her pants, and his finger was in her pussy, sawing in and out, titillating her teen clit. She was torn between knowing she should make him stop, and knowing she was so close to an orgasm that she could almost taste it.

Lust won out.

She spread her legs and arched her hips up off the blanket, trying to give him just a little more room to work.

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Partially from boredom but partially because there was the spark of interest between them, Phillip and Amy talked about everything... and nothing. In the way of youth who could switch from one subject to another for no apparent reason, their conversation got easier and less forced as the movies played out. Sometimes they commented on some part of the movie that was supposed to be scary, but was actually funny because of the poor makeup, or some monster that looked like the toy it was, in a miniature set. They talked about vacations they'd been on, places they'd been and books they'd read.

They sat on the swings the whole time, sometimes moving, sometimes not, sometimes winding them up and then letting go to whirl in the dark like they had done as children. 

She was intrigued with this strange boy she'd thought she knew all about, but who was different, even interesting.

Phillip, for his part, kept seeing that part of her that was selfish, used to her own way, and dismissive of other people's needs. But under that was a girl who had the same fears and hopes that he did.

"Why are you in all those musicals?" she asked at one point.

"They're fun." he answered.

"How can they be fun? Don't you have to memorize all those lines, and learn all those songs? And what about the kids who can't sing, but sing anyway? I think it would be a drag."

"Well, it's not. It's kind of like getting to live out a fantasy sometimes. Like if you're a guy like me, you don't date, or even know any girls... well at least not pretty ones like you... but in a play or a musical you get to dance with them, and hold them and even kiss them sometimes. And you get to say things to them that you'd never say otherwise." He felt odd admitting that his own life was so bland that pretending to be someone else was exciting.

"Like what?" she asked.

Phillip thought back to some lines from a play he'd been in. He used Amy's name instead of the character it was.

"Amy, my love, my heart is bursting. For you are forbidden to me by the station into which I was born, yet I love you more than life itself. I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. I cannot think about the shoes I'm supposed to be making. I grow ever closer to madness, thinking only of your sweet kiss, and the thought of your heaving bosom. Amy... Oh Amy... I shall surely die without your love."

He had delivered the line in character, and he had practiced the line literally hundreds of times, getting the inflection just right. It wasn't hard to put a lot of emotion into it. In the play, the girl he had been speaking to was a fantasy of his as well... in the dark, at night, when he was in his bed.

Amy felt something move in her stomach. No one had ever talked to her like that... said things that romantic. She realized she was holding her breath, and let it out in a whoosh.

"Wow" she said.

Phillip, having no idea how she had been affected, said "Yeah. I mean when in the world would a guy ever get to say something like that to a girl and then get kissed afterward? It's just fun."

Amy was still staring at him. "Yeah, I guess so," she said softly.

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Back in the station wagon, George had pushed his jeans down below his balls, so Sam could get to his rampant prick. She was stroking it with jerky movements as he fingered her. He kept trying to push her pants down with his wrist, but she consistently pulled them back up, all the while keeping her legs spread for him so he could play with her wet twat. 

"Ohhh baby I want you so much" he groaned. "Can't we do it just a little bit?"

Sam, knowing that if she let him get her pants off, she would spread her legs even wider, and that he'd get between them, and that he'd put that big hard penis of his inside her, tossed her head from side to side. 

"Nooooo Georgie, honey, I want to, but you KNOW we can't do that. I don't want to get pregnant honey."

"But this is driving me CRAZY!" he whined.

Sam, still unable to get that orgasm under her belt, so to speak, knew that this was a critical time. "How bout if I... kissed it or something."

He had tried to get her to give him a blow job before, and she had recoiled. But that had been months ago. He jumped at the chance now. 

"Oh YEAH, that would be sooo good."

They disentangled themselves as he lay back and she got to her hands and knees. She moved her face downward to the phallus she had such a tight hold on. Her mind was awhirl. Could she really do this? Take him in her mouth?

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The last movie was coming to its inevitable bloody end. Phillip and Amy knew it, even though they had been paying more attention to each other than to the movie.

"We'd better head back" said Phillip.

"Yeah, I guess so" responded Amy.

This time they walked side by side, not close, exactly, but not keeping their distance either. Their feet crunched on gravel as they maintained an easy silence. The animosity of their forced situation had faded, and they had each discovered something in the other they hadn't expected to. Both were... intrigued.

Amy spoke about what they'd have to face sooner or later. "I guess we'll probably have to do this again, huh?"

Phillip, earlier in the evening, would have taken that as a slam, but not now. "Yeah, they're going to want to go out more... probably every week."

Amy looked across at her 'date' "Well, I suppose it wasn't all THAT bad." She grinned in the dark. "Hey, you want to sneak up on them and scare them?"

"Oh yeah" chuckled Phillip.

The two made their plans. They decided to split up and get around to the front of the car, so they could sneak along opposite sides of the car. Then they'd both pop into view around the open back and yell "SURPRISE".

In truth, they both assumed that whatever 'activities' had gone on in the car during their absence would be over by now, and that their siblings would either be watching the movie, or asleep. It took them about five minutes to get to the front of the car and begin their quiet trip along the sides.

They were both unaccountably excited for some reason.

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Samantha had learned something very valuable this night. She had learned what only three or four percent of all women who engage in oral sex discover, and that was that the inside of her throat, way in the back, was an erogenous zone.

She didn't know it was rare, nor would she have cared. All she knew was that when she finally got up the courage to slide her mouth down over her boyfriend's stiff rod, and he bucked up in reflex, and the tip of his cock slammed into the back of her throat, she felt a thrill that was just as good as the thrills she felt when he rubbed her clitty. She pressed her two hands down, one on his pubic mound, and the other on one thigh and held him down with her weight. Then she began to masturbate that spot in her throat with his leaking prick.

She could control this pleasure, and didn't have to depend on him to touch her in the right place, with the right pressure. It created a LOT of saliva, some of which drooled down onto his balls, but every so often she pulled off, instinctively sucking the knob as she did, and swallowed the collection of saliva and the precum that was steadily leaking from his cock.

It was both delicious and immensely satisfying to her. He squirmed and moaned and whined and, all the while she was able to bring him to the edge and then let him back down. He stayed hard for half an hour while she lovingly sucked and used him to tickle the back of her throat. The film "Deep Throat" hadn't come out yet, but Samantha figured out how to do that anyway, and soon her lips were mashed into the sloppy nest that was his pubic hair.

At last she felt that orgasm coming, and this time she knew she would be able to get there. She shoved her mouth almost all the way down and made tiny up and down movements as she massaged that wonderful spot in the back of her throat. Her orgasm rushed down on her and she welcomed it with open... throat.

George was almost comatose with pleasure. He'd had a thirty minute blow job already and, though he'd been close several times, the fact that he hadn't gotten to cum yet didn't bother him. He'd been hard for three or four hours now, and he knew that, when he finally cut loose, he'd shoot a record amount. And there was every indication that Sam might leave his prick in her mouth when it went off.

Sam started making funny noises and changed her tempo so that she was making short little jerks. That tickled his knob and his orgasm rushed down on him. He welcomed it with open... piss slit.

George should have warned Sam. Almost anybody would agree with that.
But he didn't.

His cock swelled and he released a shot of sperm-rich semen that would have shot four feet in the air if his prick had been in the air, instead of firmly embedded in Sam's throat.

At that precise instant, two heads appeared at the back of the Station Wagon and each one screamed 'SURPRISE!" at the top of their lungs.
Sam felt her throat become completely filled with fluid. She had been breathing in through her nose when it happened, and she choked. If George hadn't grabbed her head and pushed it down even further, she could probably had pulled off and just hacked a couple of times.

In fact, the two younger kids screaming "SURPRISE!" made him let go of her head, which is probably what kept her from choking to death on his prodigious spend, which he had added to by virtue of having shot two or three more times already.

Sam was able to raise her head off the thing that was choking her and filling her throat with thick hot spunk. Her first breath dragged some of that spunk down the wrong hole and when she coughed, it went the route of least resistance, which, in this case, was through her nose.

Amy and Phillip froze, staring wide eyed at the scene before them. George was lying on his back, legs spread slightly, his pants down around his thighs. Samantha's mouth was covering George's penis in what was undeniably a blow job. Sam's head jerked up off his still squirting prick and she looked, also wide eyed, at the source of the screams. Her mouth was open and running dribbles of white sperm as she tried to breathe. Twin streams of the same thick white fluid ran out her nose, adding to the mess that was now dripping on George's jeans.

George's prick spat two more globs of his sperm against the side of Sam's face, getting in her hair and her ear and then spat two last shots right in her face when she turned it back to see what had just happened to her ear. She coughed mightily, hacking and spewing most of his load right back onto his groin.

All in all, it was a decidedly unhappy ending to what had been shaping up to be an incident they would both fondly remember for the rest of their lives.

Of course the fact was that they WOULD remember it for the rest of their lives. Maybe not fondly, or not at first anyway. Maybe time would turn it into one of those funny stories people like to tell at parties when they've had WAY too much to drink.

"FUCK!" yelled George.

"HACK, COUGH COUGH, HACK, CHOKE, SPEW" went Samantha.

Amy and her date just stared at the completion of the first sex act they had each seen. They would remember this night for the rest of THEIR lives too. And THEY would tell the story MUCH more often, and with much LESS to drink, than the actual participants.

Chapter 2

When Sam was finally able to breathe again, and George had mopped up all his spooge with an old rag he found under the blanket they'd been lying on, and pulled his pants back up, and after Sam had put her bra back on and snapped her pants, the older siblings turned their now considerable wrath on their younger brother and sister.

"You guys are in SO much trouble!" yelled George. "See what you did to Sam? You almost KILLED her!"

"My throat hurts" complained Sam, still coughing a little from time to time. She looked at her brother. "You're going to PAY for that!" she snarled.

Phillip was quick on his feet. He looked at Amy, who, if she wasn't his new best buddy after seeing what they had just seen, was his confederate at a minimum. 

"Amy, do you think parents are going to like this story as much as MY parents are? I just KNOW that my parents are going to LOVE hearing about THIS!"

Amy caught on quickly and laughed. "Oh yes, I know my mother especially will just be RIVETED when I tell her about this." She turned to her brother. "Can we go home now George? There's something I want to talk to mother about."

"OK, OK" George held his hands up. "We get the message. But one word of this to ANYONE and you're both DEAD! You got that?"

"Hey" said Phillip. "Different strokes for different folks. That's my motto. If Sam likes snorting..."

George started toward Phillip with an angry look on his face, but Samantha pulled him back.

"I mean if you guys are happy then who are we to complain about it?" finished her little brother.

Amy giggled.

"What's so funny?" asked George, trying to get the blanket folded back up and the car restored to its former non-bed configuration.

Amy was thinking about those twin streams of cum flowing out of Sam's nostrils and the look on Sam's face when she realized another girl was seeing it. "Nothing. Its just something Phillip told me when we were on the swings."

"So you guys are OK with this double dating thing?" asked George.

"Yeah, sure" quipped Amy.

Phillip felt a decidedly nice warm feeling in the vicinity of his balls at the sound of her voice when she said that. Things had sure changed since about six O'clock.

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Both mothers expressed great interest over how the first 'double date' had gone. Both Phillip and Amy had made so much fuss about it BEFORE the date that they felt compelled to maintain the same attitude AFTER the date, knowing that it wouldn't matter. Sam and George also complained about being 'stuck' with little brothers and sisters, and about how embarrassing it was when their friends saw them.

Both mothers smiled and called each other with contgratulations over how clever they had been. They thought their plan was working fabulously. Maybe because of that, or perhaps because of the machinations of Fate, it didn't occur to either of them to actually TELL Phillip or Amy that they were along to PREVENT sexual play from happening.

Regardless of how well 'Operation Chaperone' was working, George and Sam were still only allowed to go 'out' on one date a week. They could get together at each other's houses every day if they wanted, but neither set of parents wanted them getting used to the idea of being off for hours and hours, in the dark, doing who knows what, even if they WERE chaperoned by their siblings.

So Phillip had had a whole week to think about Amy, and about how she wasn't so bad once she got over that 'popular' girl attitude and was just herself.

And Fate, having a finely tuned sense of humor, almost laughed out loud as Phillip stood in front of a mirror and flexed his muscles, trying to look more like a jock, and then put on after shave, even though he had shaved just last week, and probably wouldn't need to shave again until next month.

As for Amy, she reflected more and more on Phillip that week, and how different he was from most boys she knew. Maybe this play and musical thing had something to offer after all, if it could make her feel all squishy inside, like the romance novels she liked to sneak into her bedroom did. And Phillip wasn't a jerk like a lot of the popular boys. He didn't leer at her and ask her how her tits were growing and other crude things like that.

And so Fate chuckled as Amy put on some perfume, and decided to wear a halter top with her terrycloth short shorts on this date.

And, if Fate had a dick, (which he certainly could, couldn't he?) he would have stroked it a few times as Sam practiced all week long, with a peeled banana, tickling that special spot in the back of her throat and cumming a total of seventeen times as she learned how not to choke on it.

And if Fate had balls, they'd have been as blue as George's were, because George didn't beat off all week long, wanting to save up as much spunk as he possibly could in case Samantha was willing to take his cock into her mouth again. It was hard not to spank that particular monkey. He remembered the feeling of all that sperm rushing through his prick. And... he remembered twin streams of that sperm running from his girlfriend's nostrils as she gulped the rest. Well, tried to gulp, anyway.

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On what was Phillip and Amy's second date, George took them to the county park, at the lake. He had thought this was a great idea because he remembered his little sister saying they had been on the swings at the drive-in. And there was a playground at the county park too. George didn't quite get that his sister was old enough to get pregnant and have babies and never blink an eye about it. He didn't think about her that way, though, so the thought of her on playground equipment fit better with his conception of her. And if she and Phillip were off seesawing, or sliding on slides, then he and Sam could be alone.
There were also all kinds of nice, dark, quiet hiding places at the lake, where a blanket could be spread out and nobody would hit their head on the roof of the station wagon.

It was summer, and the date started out late. That's because George wanted the cover of darkness for his and Sam's activities, and because there would be fewer people at the park after it got dark. So, when they started out, he didn't see his sister reach over and put her hand on top of Phillip's hand. And, truthfully, he probably wouldn't have recognized the importance of that little thing.

But Phillip did.

He had noticed the halter top too as she got into the car, because she bent over as she got in, and he was treated to a spectacular view of the deepest, softest looking cleavage he'd ever had the opportunity to notice.  at least cleavage that wasn't in a magazine.

She had also smiled at him.

Most fifteen year old boys have a little trigger inside them. It's a genetic thing and they share that gene with the Venus Fly Trap. That's that plant that eats bugs, and it catches them by snapping (what looks like) two leaves closed in something like one one tenth of a second.
Except in fifteen year old boys, this gene triggers... and PRODUCES an erection in about the same amount of time.

What triggers the Venus Fly Trap is when tiny little trigger hairs are disturbed by the touch of the prey.

What triggers the fifteen year old male erection is the touch of the prey on his hand, or leg, or cheek or just about any place on the body. All those tiny hairs on a boy's body... are actually trigger hairs. Science hasn't proved all this yet, but take it from me... that's the way it is.

But I digress. The point of all those words was to explain why, on only his second date with the girl, a girl he didn't even like on the first date, Phillip's fifteen year old penis bloomed to life when Amy touched his... trigger hairs.

And there wasn't anything he could do about it. He couldn't adjust it, because her hand was only four inches away from it. He couldn't cover it up with his other hand, because all that would do was draw attention to it. So he took the high road of ignoring it, as if it didn't exist.
But it did exist and Amy saw it. It had tented up the fabric of his pants in such a way as to be too obvious to miss.

Her reaction had several components.

First she was all too aware of what she had shown him when she got in.  Girls may act like they don't know they're showing skin, but they know.  Believe me.   Next she felt anger, anger that this boy turned out to be just like all the others. But that flashed by so quickly that she didn't even act on her impulse to jerk her hand away from his.

And that's because it was replaced with curiosity about why HE wasn't reacting to it. Some guys liked to shove their hips forward and emphasize it. Others she'd been out with would have already dragged her hand over to it, saying something like "I got somethin' for you, baby." The fact that he was looking out the window as if his pants weren't threatening to burst open fascinated her.

And then a fourth process entered her head by way of her loins as she reacted to the obvious evidence that he found her attractive and that he WASN'T a jerk who made it obvious. Well it WAS obvious, but he wasn't drawing attention to it.

The fourth process was closely related to the first - that of showing a boy what he can't have, but what you want him to know is there.  Not only are girls acutely aware of what they're showing, they show it on purpose.  That's a biological thing.  They want a reaction to it. That's also a biological thing. The fact that they're often not happy with the reaction is more a cultural thing.  The two forces work to oppose each other.  Why culture has worked so hard to overcome biology is beyond me, but knowing all this helps us understand why Amy was having a moment of conflict.  In this particular case, biology won out, in the sense that her cultural objection to his response was suppressed because of her THIRD reaction.  It's all very complicated, which is why attraction to the opposite sex, and love, are such a pain in the ass.

She squeezed his hand. Then, since he was ignoring the tent in his pants, she did too.

The two younger kids didn't mind at all going to the lake, though Amy did have one complaint.

"If you'd have told us we could have worn swimming suits." she groused.

Sam turned her head and spoke to Amy in the back seat. "You mean you'd actually SWIM in that icky water?"

"Well sure, I've done it lots of times." responded Amy.

"It looks so... dirty!" said Samantha with a sour face.

Amy thought back to seeing the same girl, who was currently shuddering about perfectly good lake water, and remembered Sam with sperm dripping from her nose and mouth, and the way that sperm got all over the place, and Amy snorted.

Then, that picture in her mind, caused her stomach to flutter. The fact was, she'd thought about that scene quite a bit over the last week. One part of her thought it was just AWFUL, almost perverted even... except that some of Amy's friends claimed to have done the same thing... so maybe it wasn't so perverted. It always made her pussy get damp though, when she thought about it, and that puzzled her. She tried NOT to think about it because it made her feel all confused.

Phillip chimed in about then. "Yeah, there's a GREAT rope swing that hangs way out over the water, and you can swing way out and drop off and it's fun."

George said "Well, you two can go swimming all you want, but don't hang around and bother us. We'll be busy."

"I bet you will" said Amy under her breath. 

Phillip leaned over and nudged her with his shoulder, and Sam turned around to stare into the back seat.

When they got to the lake George drove as far into the park as he could and pulled the car into a round gravel parking lot. He turned off the engine but turned the key to the accessory position so the radio stayed on.

George got out and gathered up the two blankets he'd brought along. 

"You two can stay here, or whatever. Sam and I are going to go commune with nature, so don't bother us. And if either of you gets the stupid idea to sneak up on us and yell, I want you to know you'll both be walking home." George tried to sound as mean as he could.

It wasn't easy because one of the memories he would cherish in his heart forever, and which would still be trying to pump life into his shriveled dick when he was ninety-eight and in a rest home, was the memory of Sam with his spunk running out of her nose. Even now, just thinking about it, he got hard as a rock.

And it would never have happened if his little sister and her date hadn't had the idea to sneak up on them.

George grabbed Sam's hand and pulled her toward a lane between two big fir trees. It was dark back there, and he was starting to leak already.
Phillip and Amy stood, looking at each other. Rock and Roll was playing on the radio and Wolfman Jack was rasping in-between songs.

Amy said "Hey, you said you didn't know how to dance."

Phillip shrugged. "I can waltz, but that's about it."

"Surely you can do the twist. ANYBODY can do the twist." she chided.

"I've seen it, but I've never actually tried it," he said. This wasn't heading in a direction he was too excited about.

"Well, how 'bout I teach you some dances. Come on, it'll be fun!"

Suddenly she was the perky pep club girl, not quite a cheerleader, but one of that crowd that wore their boyfriend's letter jacket and saddle oxfords and poodle skirts with petticoats. They jumped all around the place and knew all the cheers by heart and jumped up and down and clapped their hands and were generally a pain in the ass because they wanted EVERYBODY else to do exactly the same thing.

Phillip shied away, his hands up, not wanting anything to do with this, but she reached out and grabbed his wrist in a grip much more firm than any girl should have and pulled him to the side of the car, where the window was down and they could hear the music better.

Then she let go and began to do the Twist.

Good old Chubby Checkers. What he came up with made girls wiggle their hips and shake their breasts, and everyone called it good, clean fun.
Phillip stood there and watched her breasts wiggle and shake in her halter top. And, as she turned in a slow circle, he watched her buttocks shake and jiggle in her clinging shorts. When she had turned in a complete circle, what his lust-blinded eyes saw was a girl, holding her arms out to him, shaking her sexy body at him.

Phillip suddenly wanted very badly to learn to dance.

She laughed as he slowly started to twist his body in a poor imitation of hers, but it was a joyful laugh, and not one that hurt. Just as he thought he had the idea, the song stopped and Wolfman Jack howled across the airwaves. Then another song started and she tried to teach him something she called the Watusi. After that she wanted to teach him the Boogaloo and then the Shimmy. He loved the shimmy and it showed in the front of his pants as she shook her breasts at him. They were panting now, and sweating in the late evening heat as she moved on to the Trog, and then the Cool Jerk.

She liked that, because that interesting lump in the front of his pants jerked up and down as he mimicked her actions.

As Wolfman Jack filled the night air with Rock and Roll, the two continued their modern day practice of a combination of bits and pieces of mating dances that were literally thousands of years old.

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As they entered the darkness behind the fir trees, Sam dug in her heels and said "Don't go so fast. We have all night."

He whirled and took her into an embrace, kissing her hard. "I'm sorry, I just can't wait to be with you."

She grinned in the dark, but he couldn't see it. "You mean you can't wait to try to get me naked."

He moaned, his hormones racing through his bloodstream. "Come on, don't tease me." he pleaded.

"I've been practicing," she said as she kissed him back.

"What do you mean?"

"I can get it all the way down my throat now, and I won't choke."

He stopped still. "Who have you been practicing WITH?" his voice rose at the end.

"I used a banana, silly. You're the only boy I've ever done that to."

It took George only forty-two seconds to put down the blankets and strip naked in the darkness.

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Phillip and Amy leaned against the side of the car, gasping for air. They had been dancing nonstop now for almost an hour. What Phillip didn't have in style, he made up for with effort. Amy's heart was bursting with pride at the way he tried over and over again to do the motions of the dances just like she showed him. He really CARED what she thought and that made her heart soar.

Now, during a string of commercials they rested. Amy pulled the front of her halter top away from her sweaty breasts and fanned down into the gap. Phillip happened to be looking her way and his mouth hung open as he could see all of the swell of one breast, disappearing into the darkness of the halter top.

Amy looked up and saw where he was looking. "You're looking at my BREASTS!" she said in mock anger. By now her opinion of Phillip had reversed itself from her original one.

Phillip, instead of trying to deny it, decided to be brazen about it. "Of COURSE I am. I'm a boy, right? I'm normal, right? You have beautiful breasts, right? Of COURSE I'm looking at them!"

He hadn't meant to say "breasts", but when he realized he was about to say the word "tits" his mind rebelled and the word breasts came out instead. His mother had taught him to use the right words for things. But NO fifteen year old boy says the word "breasts" in front of a fifteen year old girl, especially if he likes her. So in Phillip's mind he was screaming "STUPID, STUPID, STUPID" at himself.

From Amy's point of view, however, "breasts" wasn't a bad word at all. She used it all the time. She had them. All girls had them. None of the girls could figure out what the big deal was and why boys went so cockeyed over them. But what made the difference to HER was that he DIDN'T say "tits." "Tits" were on a cow, or a dog, or something, but NICE girls didn't have "tits". Nice girls had breasts. She completely missed the irony of the fact that, because this boy was staring at her breasts, they were tingling, especially around the nipples. But his brazenness caused her to unlock her own Pandora's box as she said "Well, at least you're a gentleman about it. And you tried very hard to learn the dances I showed you. So I suppose you deserve a reward. I suppose you're allowed to look."

Suddenly shy, Phillip said "Thanks, but I won't look too much."

Men have been trying to figure out women for thousands of years. Before then they just grabbed them by the hair and fucked them. But, at some point, some woman did something and some guy thought "I wonder why she does that?"

And the male gender was shot to shit, right then and there. Because from then on, man started trying to talk women into having sex, instead of just taking it. Or at least he wanted the woman to want it too.
Calm down ladies. I'm fully aware that this particular change on the part of man was a big hit with the... ladies... back then, and since.
Anyway, with all the books that have been written, and all the philosophy that has been discussed, men still haven't figured out why women do the things they do and feel the things they feel. I'm not even sure WOMEN understand it.

But along with other strange entries in the annals of "The Mysteries of Getting Sex", Phillip's simple statement: "I won't look too much." ended up being the prime mover to Phillip Robbins getting laid for his very first time. He didn't know it when he said it, and neither really did Amy, but that statement tipped the scales that caused Fate to howl at the moon and jack even harder on his cock.

Out of the blue Amy said "My goodness it's so hot. It's positively SWELTERING!"

Phillip, who had heard that word used by his mother, but wasn't sure what it actually meant, knew the safest thing to do when a girl says almost anything is to agree with her, said "Yup. Must have been all that dancing."

Amy looked up at the moon. She was still holding her top away from her breasts, moving it toward and then away from her chest to suck in fresh air and expel hot air. "I bet that lake water would feel real cool right now."

Phillip, not cognizant of the fact that he was slated to get laid, said "Yeah, it's too bad we don't have suits."

Amy almost stamped her foot with frustration. When would this sweet boy get the hint? She was a good girl. She couldn't just come out and suggest that they skinny dip.

"It IS quite dark" she suggested.

Phillip looked up at the full moon, which was casting enough light that he could see the beads of sweat on Amy's face. He was about to say "Not that dark." when something in her tone finally drilled through the bone in his head and hit brain. Why would she say it was dark when it clearly wasn't REALLY dark?

He got close to the mark. "Well, if you wanted to go in and cool off, I'd stand guard or something."

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Fate felt a drip of precum ooze out of the tip of his prick. He bared his teeth in a feral grin.

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"Oh, I couldn't go in alone!" she said. "That wouldn't be safe." She dipped her head and let herself blush like she'd practiced in front of the mirror for hours. It was really too bad it was too dark for Phillip to be able to see it.

When Phillip didn't offer, Amy almost gave up. But she gave it one last try. "I mean I'd feel safe if somebody was there WITH me... in the water... you know, who could help me if I needed help."

At last the drill in Phillip's brain hit intelligence. His eyes widened as he fully realized that the only way this girl would go in the water was naked, and, though he had never actually used it before, a genetic male trait came to the surface. This is the gene that tells a man's brain "You have a chance here... DON'T fuck it up."

Phillip said. "Well, I guess I could swim too... you know, just to kind of watch over you... I mean I wouldn't LOOK or anything, but I'd be there... in case you needed... something."

Amy felt an actual rush of relief and joy and sexual energy flow through her as her automatic fear of rejection was told to go back in the closet. "Oh Phillip! Would you REALLY? You'd do that for ME?"
It was at that precise moment that Phillip realized there was the distinct chance that something extremely nice might happen that night. Even HE knew she was laying on pretty thick.

"Sure," he said, not knowing what else to say.

Amy set the hook. "Of course I don't want to get my clothes all wet. What do you think we should do?" Good girls did not suggest that swimming naked was an option.

Phillip swallowed it. "I guess we could skinny dip. I mean our clothes would stay dry and all."

"Oh! Well, I suppose if we must..." chirped Amy, and she reached for the button behind her neck.


Chapter 3

George was a happy, happy man. His prick was lodged so deeply in Sam's throat that he knew if he shot off now his cum would splash right into her stomach. The first time he'd cum she'd pulled almost off, and let his spunk fill up her mouth. Then she ran her mouth up and down his rod, leaving it covered with sperm. She'd gulped twice and then started licking the slippery treat off his cock while he stared in amazement.  She'd gone back to deep throating him, and he'd stayed hard.  Now he was close again.  Without warning, she pulled off of him and, her voice husky, asked him to reciprocate.

For the first time in their relationship, her pants were off and her legs were spread for him. As he crawled between her naked and wide spread thighs, he wanted to fuck her so bad he could taste it.

But he tasted it instead. 

He decided to apply himself to his job, since she had done such a fabulous job in deep throating him, so he licked and sucked and chewed until Sam whined out her joy, beating the ground beside her as she wrapped her legs around his head. She also hoped that he didn't crawl up and try to stick his prick in her, because if he did, at that particular point in time, she would let him.

He didn't though. Her reaction was so powerful that he decided to keep licking, sucking and chewing, to see if he could get that reaction again.

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Amy unbuttoned the neck strap of her halter top and let it fall. Now there were two big buttons that held the strap behind her back together. She turned her back to Phillip and said "Could you help me?"

A part of Amy was watching all this, as if separated from her body. That part was screaming. It said things like "YOU'RE NOT THIS KIND OF GIRL!" and "YOU'RE NOT ACTUALLY GOING TO LET THIS BOY SEE YOU NAKED!" At the same time she waited for his fingers to touch the buttons on her back, she wondered what had happened that had changed her so much - had, in fact, changed her into exactly that kind of girl.

And the answer that came back was that, at last, she was with a boy she could trust. She could trust him to control his own urges, while she released control on some of hers. She was sure of it. And because of that, she was no longer afraid, and not even very nervous.

Phillip couldn't make his fingers work as he touched the fabric. He saw her slide her thumbs in each side of the waistband of her shorts, preparing to slide them down her slim hips and his cock leaked what felt like a quarter cup of fluid. She waited patiently for him to get his fingers working and, when they finally did, her top flopped to the ground in front of her. She immediately bent over and skimmed down both her terrycloth shorts and panties at the same time, flashing her pale buttocks at him.

Phillip groaned.

Amy turned around, as if she were completely dressed, instead of being gloriously naked.

"What's wrong?" she asked, in response to his groan.

In the moonlight her breasts looked smaller somehow, than they did when they were inside the halter top. His eyes were drawn to their tips, dark and insubstantial in the low light.

"Phillip?" she asked.

Phillip flushed and turned his head away. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but look."

Amy, in a voice she might have used with a friend, said "I told you you were allowed to look. Come on, let's go swimming."

But Phillip had a problem. If he dropped his shorts now she would see that he was painfully erect, and he didn't think she'd appreciate that at all. "I can't take my shorts off right now," he said.

Amy had a pretty good idea of why he was being so shy and she thought he was sweet. "Sure you can. You unbutton them, pull down the zipper and let them drop," she said back.

"But I can't" he insisted.

Amy knew that most boys would be flaunting their erection, trying to get her to touch it or kiss it or worse. She felt warmth in her belly for this boy who respected her. "OK, tell you what, I'll go down by the water and wait for you there." She turned and walked away.

Phillip would never in his whole life forget seeing her tanned body, with her two white buttocks lifting and falling opposite each other, as she walked naked away from him. It was just like at the drive-in, except now those bouncing white buttocks were bare, instead of encased in white cloth.

More juice leaked from his cock.

He had just dropped the last of his clothing, and was trying to figure out what he could do about his erection, when he heard his sister scream like she was being killed.

Acting on instinct, Phillip turned and ran in the direction of the scream. In his peripheral vision he saw the white streak that was Amy, running on a tangent, but for the same place. She had something dark in her hand... he peered and saw a stout looking stick... just as his bare foot hit something and he went flying.

Amy got to the area of the blanket first, drawn to the exact spot by the moaning of a very happy Samantha. Amy peered around an evergreen tree to see what was going on and her fingers went slack. The stick dropped to the grass. Her brother had his FACE between Sam's legs and he was... making awful noises down there... and moving his face back and forth.

George rode with the thrust of Sam's hips as she shoved her pussy up toward his face, and sucked in the hard little nubbin that he had discovered at the top of her slit that seemed to make her writhe more than when he touched anywhere else. His face was wet, but he was having the time of his life.

Phillip limped up behind Amy and saw the stick on the ground under her hand. She was breathing loudly. He peeked around her and saw what was going on.

He knew about this thing, had heard about it anyway, but hadn't thought boys actually DID it. He saw Sam thrust her hips up off the blanket and she cried out again. Now that they could see her it was obvious she wasn't in pain, that she wasn't being forced, and that something that felt exceptionally good was going on.

Sam felt that astounding feeling coming back when George fastened his lips around her clitty and sucked it in. "YES!" she shrieked. 'RIGHT THERE... SUCK ME... OHHHHHHHH" Again she screamed and her hands went to George's head and pulled his face hard against her sex.

Amy turned to run, took two steps, and her naked body slammed into Phillip's. They both went down in a tangle of arms and legs as her chest pressed against his. His penis slid between her legs as they hit the ground. She ended up on top of him, but listing to one side. She could easily have rolled off, but she didn't. Instead she panted like she had run a mile for her life.

Her face was only inches from Phillip's and suddenly she kissed him.
She'd made out with lots of boys, and passionate kisses were her specialty. But she'd always done them artfully before, divorced from the feeling of it all, using her kisses to achieve a goal, and that was to dominate the boy.

Now she felt the passion of those kisses and it scared her to her core. Like Sam, she knew that if this boy she barely knew tried to have sex with her right this second, she'd let him... welcome him into her body... and that frightened her to death.

She pulled away from him, pushed off his chest and, scrambling up, ran, as if her life depended on it.

Phillip, shocked by the collision, shocked even more by the entangled fall to the soft grass, and blown completely away by the kiss, did nothing based on his own brain. That brain was in shock and had temporarily suspended operations. But the Neanderthal in him saw his prey escaping, and adrenaline shot into his bloodstream.

Almost instantly he was up and chasing her.

One would wish that someone had been there to see this chase, because the description of it would have been entertaining. But no one was, and so we can only postulate what it was like. In fact, both of them were running flat out, their young, strong bodies striding as only healthy teens can, covering ground at an astonishing pace. But Phillip was two inches taller, and those two inches were in his legs. Two inches doesn't seem like much, but males generally have the advantage over females in running because of small differences in anatomy of the legs themselves, primarily the pelvic girdle. And so Phillip gained on her and, while his brain hadn't the faintest idea of what he would do if he caught her, his iron hard penis couldn't wait.

Then she, like he had, tripped on some irregularity in the ground, and went flying. she cried out an explosive "OOFF" as her chest hit the ground and her breasts slid painfully along the thankfully thick grass. Her hands pushed off the ground and she rolled over, cupping her tender orbs and crying.

Phillip caught up and civilized man took back over. He knelt beside her, worried beyond what he thought was possible.

"Are you OK?" he asked, his worry evident in his voice.

She didn't answer, just looked up at him with eyes that glittered in the moonlight. He started to touch her shoulder, but she flinched away and he backed off.

"Are you OK?" he said again, his voice steady now, calm, in control.

She nodded, almost imperceptibly. "Yes" she said in a small voice.

Somehow Phillip knew that, even though he didn't understand what was going on, she felt threatened, and needed him to do something normal.

"I think we should go swimming now," he said conversationally.  "You still want to?" He stood up. He was still hard.

Amy looked at his hard prick. She licked her lips, remembering the feel of his lips on hers, remembering his taste. She was so confused she didn't know what to do.

"OK... yes," she said.

He reached his hand down, but didn't touch her. She hesitated, then grasped his hand and let him pull her up.

"Thank you" she said.

She wasn't talking about him helping her up. She was talking about him being a gentleman. And the strangest part of all, and the part she was acutely aware of, was that he was a gentleman while being at the same time, a fifteen year old boy whose naked hardon was flopping around right in front of her. She felt pain in her nipples and looked down at them.

They were dirty, and sore... but they were also erect.

The water felt good on their hot bodies, and cooled off more than just their skin. Now that they couldn't see each other's nakedness, the passion that had filled them both began to seep away and they could think again. That would have been fine, and Fate might have ended up with blue balls, except the obvious thing to talk about was what they had just witnessed.

"Could you believe that?" asked Amy, waving one hand through the water, making swirls. she was standing a couple of feet away from Phillip. The water came up to her collar bones.

"I've heard of it. I never saw it before," he said. "But I never saw what they did last time before either." His penis had lost its aching hard, and now just felt pleasantly stiff.

"I couldn't ever do that!" Amy said vehemently.

"Which one?" asked Phillip.

Amy turned her head to stare at him. "You mean you COULD?" she asked, aghast.

Phillip flushed and was glad it was dark. "It was pretty plain that she was having a good time. I mean if I could make a girl feel like that I think I'd want to do it."

"But it was running out her NOSE!" squealed Amy, talking about a completely different event.

Phillip fielded the change flawlessly. "Yeah, but she went out with him again, didn't she? I mean it must not have been as bad as it looked."

They didn't say anything for a while. They floated together, bumping their shoulders. Neither pulled back.

Phillip asked "Why did you kiss me?"

Now she moved away from him, swirling water all around.

"I don't KNOW!" she said. "I felt so... so... I don't know how to describe it. When I saw her lying there and beating the ground it made me... hot inside or something. And you were there, and I like you and I wanted to kiss you."

"Then why did you run?"

"Cause I was SCARED!"

"Why would you be scared of ME?" he asked incredulously.

She sighed. "I don't think I was scared of YOU exactly. When I kissed you I had this thought... sort of a picture in my head? It was of you and me... doing... that. And it made me WANT to do that, but that's all nasty and everything."

Phillip was rock hard again. "Maybe it's not."

"Not what?" she asked.

"Nasty. Maybe it's not as nasty as it... looks. I mean both of them sure seemed to like doing it, and some of my friends say they do it and it's great."

"Me TOO!" squealed Amy. I've got at least five friends who say they LIKE doing that!" There was relief in her voice - relief that she wasn't alone in having friends who did things she didn't do.

"You mean they like doing it to a guy, or they like having a guy do it to them?"

"BOTH! I was at a sleepover three weeks ago and Cath... I mean... well it doesn't matter who said it, but she said her boyfriend wanted her to do that to him and she didn't want to, so he did it to her first and she said she almost let him have sex with her after that! I couldn't BELIEVE it! And then she said she did it to him instead of letting him have sex with her and she LOVED it!"

"Wow!" said Phillip. "Cathy Dawson gave Mike a blow job?"

"Yeah, and... HEY! YOU TRICKED ME!" Amy acted more mad than she actually was and started splashing water in his face. He splashed back and the next thing they knew their naked bodies were in a clutch as they wrestled each other, each trying to dunk the other.

Phillip felt her soft/hard breasts pressing and rubbing against his arm as he got behind her and put his arm around her waist, lifting her off the bottom so she had no grip to fight him with. Amy felt his stiff penis press into her buttocks and then slide between her legs. She gasped and got water in her throat, making her hack and cough. Phillip realized she was having trouble and let her go, standing her back up and pounding her bare back as she tried to clear her lungs. After sixty or so seconds of coughing she turned on him.

"You almost <cough cough> killed me <cough cough>." she managed to get out.

"I'm sorry" he said, though he didn't really feel like it was his fault. "Why didn't you hold your breath?"

"I was, but then <cough> your... your... <cough> your THING went between my legs. I'm probably pregnant or something." she pushed him with her hand, and his chest felt slippery and nice under her fingers. He pushed her back and that led to more wrestling.

But this time it was different. Both kids were excited now, in ways they hadn't allowed themselves to be excited in the past. Each time they touched each other's naked slippery bodies the excitement grew until instead of wrestling, they were caressing and splashing.
And then, suddenly, and without warning, like the last time, they were kissing. And this kiss lasted as their bodies pressed against each other. Something in each of them had accepted this, and there was no attempt at modesty, or to act in the ways they knew their parents would want them to act. Here and now they were doing what felt good. And this time, when his rock hard penis slipped between her legs she closed hers tightly, trapping it. Her hips did something she would never have believed as they bounced toward him several times, jacking his cock and rubbing it along her pussy lips.

The kiss broke and they both panted into each other's mouths. Amy's dark eyes glinted in the moonlight.

"I'm scared" she said. But she didn't let go of him.

"Why?" he asked, and his question was for himself too, because he was scared as well.

"I don't want to get pregnant," she said.

"We're not doing anything," he said defensively. "I mean not that could get you pregnant."

"It's touching me... down there," she said, and her hips jacked him gently.

"I think you have to do a lot more than that," he said.

Chapter 4

At that very moment Sam and George were, to put it mildly, doing a lot more than that.

When Sam had exploded in an orgasm as George sucked on her clit, she wrapped her legs around his back and humped her pussy up into his face. That orgasm created chemicals in her brain that a doctor, or maybe a psychologist, would have calmly said, in the understatement of the year, "lowered her inhibitions."

The result was that those chemicals created a bypass around what would normally have stopped her from going further with their love making.
So, when George, shaking with lust, kissed his way up over her mons, and across her stomach and onto her breasts, then to her neck, and his steel hard penis dug into Sam's wide open and still spasming pussy, her response was to hump again.

Quite suddenly, and shocking to them both, George's penis destroyed her hymen and plunged halfway into tight, hot, horny teenage pussy.

George's reaction was also born of instinct. He pushed harder. His prick burrowed its way into her until his pubic hairs tangled with hers and still he tried to push. Sam's poor abused clit shot out signals to her brain that said "Ignore that stinging pain where your cherry used to be. There's another one of those fantastic orgasms just slightly around the corner."

Sam dug her heels into the blanket and she shoved her pussy up, howling as she reached for and found that orgasm.

George, his conscious mind completely unavailable to him at that second, grunted.

And then he bred his girlfriend.

She had brought him close with her mouth, and his balls, knowing they had to work overtime, had begun manufacturing more sperm and seminal fluid while he sucked the fluid she produced out of her.  Now those balls received the signal that was basically "Stop making it and get it out of here NOW!"  His cock swelled and began shooting what would amount to two ounces of sperm-rich semen when it was all over with.

That doesn't sound like much... two ounces... just a double whiskey's worth... but imagine filling two shot glasses full to the rim with thick white cream. Now imagine that being packed into Sam's virgin womb.

In less time than it takes to say "Pull out I'm not on the pill!" all that sperm surrounded the egg Sam should have known was there and assaulted it until its defenses crumbled and it accepted entry by a single sperm cell. In less time than it took George to groan "I love you Sam" he was a father.

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Fate cackled triumphantly at the lovers. His intervention into their lives would start a whole new pathway for them, and he would have ample opportunity to play in their lives again. For now, he had other concerns. Fate turned his grinning face toward the lake.

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Phillip and Amy resolved their disagreement about how dangerous it was for his cock to be trapped against her vulva by the simple expedient of deciding to ignore it and trade some more kisses. In effect they just enjoyed the feel of their hot bodies being pressed together in the cool water.

Phillip said "You feel so soft and smooth. It's like you're made of some special thing I've never touched before.

Amy was steadily jerking him off with her closed thighs. "And you're so HARD... except you don't FEEL hard. I feel all funny inside. Phillip? What's happening to us. Three weeks ago I didn't even LIKE you!"

"I don't know. I just know I like this," he said. Now he was making fucking motions back at her. He jacked off, so he knew what the feeling was that was creeping up on him. "Except that we need to stop doing this, because... something is going to happen."

Now it was Amy who was stupid. She too had enjoyed many tingly mini-orgasms with her fingers, and she knew she got wet when that happened, but she didn't associate "orgasm" with "mess".

"What?" she asked. "What's going to happen?" She humped his long hard cock again, sliding her pussy lips along it... backward... forward... 
Phillip's teeth ground together as he said between clenched teeth. "That stuff that was coming out of my sister's nose? It's going to come out of me in a second."

And Amy, not knowing how men work, yipped "OH!" and jumped back from him, leaving him high and dry... which is a real trick for a guy who's up to his collar bones in water.

For Phillip, it was like waking up on your birthday and realizing you're tied to your bed and can't get up to celebrate. Phillip needed relief. He stumbled toward the edge of the water and, as soon as his prick was in the air, he grabbed it and jacked it furiously.

Amy watched, speechless and amazed at how violently he was whipping his hand back and forth over his rampant penis. Then he groaned and looked up at the moon and his hand suddenly stopped. Out from the tip of his prick came a long thin string, about a foot long. It left his body and splatted on the surface of the water, where it began to curl as the water changed its shape. Then another string shot out, and another after that. These two landed, one on top of the other and floated. His hand moved again, jerking several more times and more of his thick white fluid came spurting out.

Amy's primary thought was "No WONDER it came out her nose! There's so MUCH of it!."

Amy suddenly realized that her pussy itched, and that her fingers were scratching that itch as she watched the amazing thing before her eyes. She grimaced as the pain that was so fascinatingly pleasant began to build inside her. One of those blobs of sperm was drifting close to her now. She rubbed harder, knowing that if she didn't move that blob would touch her. Her eyes were glued to the blob and, just as it drifted up and gently touched her chest her orgasm flooded her senses. She held her breath as the pressure released because she knew she'd make noise if she didn't and she didn't want Phillip to know what she'd just done.

She straightened her legs and rose in the water. She looked down at the blob of Phillip's semen, which was now slowly dripping down between her breasts. Her finger came up - the same one she'd just had in her pussy - and she rubbed at the slippery little ball of stuff, spreading it up onto the swell of one breast. She stared at it, fascinated. Most of her fascination was that she LIKED the feel of it on her skin. She shivered and rinsed the smeared semen off, torn between wanting to get the dangerous stuff off of her and feeling somehow sad as it dissolved into the water around her.

Amy stood up and waded toward the shore. Phillip was still holding his penis, and he looked toward her as she came nearer to him.

"Sorry" he said, assuming she was grossed out.

"What for?" she asked, gingerly stepping on the rocks that made up the short of the lake.

"Shooting off in front of you," he said. "I shouldn't have done that."

"Um... you don't have to be sorry. It's OK. I didn't really mind," she said, blushing and glad it was dark so he couldn't see it. "In fact it was kind of cool." It was so much more than "cool" in her mind, but she couldn't say that to him just then.

"Really?" He sounded relieved. "Thanks! I feel so much better now." He let go of his cock and it flopped, lifelessly.

Amy couldn't resist. "It looks like you killed the poor thing," she said, standing only a couple of feet away from him.

Phillip was staring at her breasts. They were so white in the moonlight. Her nipples looked like something he'd like the taste of. He jerked as he realized what she was talking about. He'd just squirted harder than ever before and he was already thinking about her again!

"You don't have to worry about THAT!" he laughed. "It wakes up all the time and usually I wish it didn't. Most of the time I'm embarrassed by it."

"Well, you don't have to be around me," she said firmly. She was quiet for a moment, then said "Wow, I can't believe I just said that. I mean a week ago I'd have been disgusted by it. But I think I kind of like yours. It makes me feel... pretty or something."

"That's because you ARE pretty," he said. He felt himself blushing but forced himself to say more. "In fact, you're more than 'pretty'. You're beautiful." Amy felt that heat beginning to grow in her stomach again.

"You said you'd teach me to waltz," she said.

"Now?" he said incredulously.

"Why not now?" she asked.

"Well, for one thing we're naked," he said. It was a reasonable thing to say.

"That's true" she agreed. Then with typical feminine logic she said "We were touching each other in the water. What's the difference? Are you saying you don't like touching me naked?"

"You've GOT to be kidding" he said seriously. "After what I just did you can't POSSIBLY have any doubts about that. I LOVED touching you naked. Didn't you hear me tell you so? I mean I probably liked it too much."

She took his hand and pulled him further from the water, onto the thick grass. "So, you'll teach me?" she asked.

They started in classical form, with her body about ten inches from his, her right hand in his left, and her left hand on his shoulder. His right hand was placed lightly on her waist. They looked ridiculous, naked, standing on the grass. Both of them knew it, and then ignored it.

"It's a three count dance" he explained, with each step taking three beats of the music. The easiest way to get used to the motions is to go in a square." He showed her that series of steps, counting out loud for her. In this position he could see her face clearly and, if he dropped his gaze, her breasts. He tried to look at her face.

"Then, after you get used to that, you begin to spin. The spin replaces the square and you need a LOT of room on the dance floor to do that." He began to hum the waltz from the "King and I", and began to swing her first in a square, then in more of a circle and then in larger circles, increasing the length of his step and pulling her along in the process, until they were spinning around and around.

Inevitably, their feet got tangled and they ended up falling down, gripping each other, both laughing and panting from the exertion of their strenuous dance. Their sweaty naked bodies pressed together as they caught their breath, neither wanting to get up just yet.

"Have you ever been to the school dances?" asked Amy.

"Naw, I never could get up the courage to ask anyone to go with me," he said.

"Let me show you how we slow dance at those," she said, pulling him up. She pressed herself against him, with her arms under his, her hands running up to his shoulders from behind, and her face in his chest. "Put your hands on my back." she ordered.

Phillip put both hands just below her rib cage on her back.

"Lower" she said.

He dropped them until he felt the first swell of her round, firm bottom.

She began humming a tune he didn't recognize and she began to sway her hips, left, then right. Her feet didn't actually move much. One of her feet was between his and he could feel the soft fluff of her pubic hair on his thigh, rubbing back and forth gently. Blood rushed to his penis immediately.

"Uh oh" he said under his breath.

"What?" she asked. Then she felt his cock rising and pressing against her. "Oh... that."

"Sorry" he said.

"I told you I didn't mind." she chastised gently.

"This feels really good," he said, as his cock rose between her legs. She shifted so that it went between her legs, putting her foot against his.

She looked up at him. "Yes... it does," she said as she felt the top of his cock touch her pussy lips with a feather light touch. 

"Kiss me." she demanded. 

Their kiss was electric. Their steps slowed until their feet were rooted to the ground, only their hips moving, back and forth as he ground his revived prick into her. As their tongues began to slither against each other, she brought her feet close together, trapping his long hard cock against her pussy lips. All she had to do was lean back and lean forward one time and he began dry fucking her as her face and chest flushed with passion. Her hands dropped to his hard butt about the same time as his hands slid down to cup her softer ones.
He didn't want to break the kiss, but he could feel things happening in his balls again.

"Amy" he said into her mouth.

"What?" she said, licking his lips.

"It's going to happen again."

Streaks of electric warnings shot through Amy's mind and body, followed closely by streaks of excitement at the thought of feeling more of that troubling/fascinating substance on her body. Phillip's... semen. How did she feel about Phillip's semen? His penis scraped across her vulva and she shivered again.

She pulled on his butt harder. "OK" she moaned into his mouth.

"But..." and she cut him off with another hot kiss.

He couldn't help speeding up and her gyrations brought both of them closer to orgasm as she rubbed all over his hard cock.

She couldn't quite get there, but he did. With a groan of equal parts shame and lust, Phillip's prick exploded and flooded the space right outside her pussy lips with thick sticky sperm. When she felt the heat and wet of his discharge, she just HAD to slide her hand between them and crook one finger so it would bring pressure on her clitty. The tip of that finger slid through his copious slippery spooge and shoved some of it into her pussy as she abused her clitty.

With a tiny sigh she began cumming instantly, rubbing his sperm all around and over her clit... cumming on her spermy finger.

They clung to each other, holding each other up, their lips still sealed as each shivered through an orgasm that was more powerful than any either had ever had before.

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In those few seconds, Fate roared with laughter and, if he'd had a prick, it would have been leaking, and he would have wagged it at them, flipping drops of Fate's invisible seed all around the young couple.

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Samantha and George lay in each other's arms on the blanket. Sam could still feel the wet heat of his sperm inside her.

"We weren't supposed to do that," she said softly.

"I know." He was torn between trying to feel miserable for what had happened, and wanting to jump up and scream his happiness that he'd finally consummated his love for this girl. It had started out as an attempt to conquer, with only lust in his heart. But over the months he'd found he really loved her. He hadn't given up his attempts to get in her panties, but he hadn't really cared TOO much when she rebuffed him.

Now everything had changed. There was no 'other level' for them to go to now. There were no bases left to try to get to. They didn't know it, but the egg he'd just fertilized would grow in her womb to be a beautiful baby girl, who would cause as much, if not more trouble BEFORE she was born as girls are known to cause AFTER they are born.
But for now they just lay there quietly, each thinking about what this all meant, now that it was in the past. Oddly, neither was thinking about whether or not he might have made her pregnant. Instead, their adolescent minds were fixed on whether they loved each other, and how this might change their social lives.

Sam was conscious of a growing demand in her that would prohibit him from even LOOKING at other girls, much less going out with them, even though they had never made such rules in the past. She had given him a priceless gift, and she expected him to acknowledge that in his future treatment of her.

George was conscious of the feel of his sated penis, and how he just KNEW she'd let him do it again. Suddenly he didn't think about Jenny Hampton's tits, or Melissa Roger's sweet round ass any more. Instead he thought of Sam's legs, open and inviting, her arms outstretched to him, welcoming him. Incredibly, he felt his prick twitch.

"What are we going to do now?" asked Sam, not exactly thinking of any specific 'thing' that needed doing. It was actually a rhetorical question.

George, feeling life coming back to his cock, rolled and hugged her, kissing her with quick soft kisses on her lips, cheeks and neck.
"I don't know about you, but I want to love you again," he said honestly.

His choice of words was more important than he'd ever know, because when she heard "love you" it struck a chord in her. She'd always been just a little worried that, once George got what he wanted, he'd get up and walk away.

But he hadn't.

Her heart felt full and she felt a little thrill in her pussy as she realized he really DID love her.

She kissed him back and pulled him on top of her again.

Chapter 5

Phillip stepped back from Amy and there was a wet sound. Both of them looked down in the moonlight and saw his essence dripping from her loins. She could feel it, still warm, running down her thighs, and there was a long drip hanging from his penis, which was quickly drooping to hang between his legs.

Suddenly, overcome by passion and feeling, Amy threw herself at him, hugging him and crying and saying over and over "I love you... I love you... I LOVE YOU!" 

Phillip was completely unprepared for her ardor and could only hold her close as she wilted in his arms, her knees buckling as she sobbed, not understanding the feelings that were coursing through her body and mind.

Phillip didn't know what to say. He didn't know what "love" was exactly, and he was reluctant to just say it back to her unless he knew he meant it, so he just held her and stroked her hair. She raised her tear stained face to his and whispered "I love you Phillip."

He had to say something, so he told her what, of all his feelings, he could recognize. "That makes me so happy... to hear you say that... I almost can't breathe."

She buried her face in his chest, happy beyond imagining that he hadn't pushed her away, or had in his eyes the look that said she had bared her emotions to someone who really didn't care what she was feeling. She'd been through that before. True, it had never been at THIS level, but she remembered the hurt of seeing that lack of caring in a boy's eyes.

She pushed him away, firmly, but not with anything he could interpret as anger. "I need to get cleaned up" she said, and she pulled him toward the water again. He tried to help, getting his hands on her butt and hips and sneaking a feel of her breasts as she giggled and pretended to defend herself. They still ended up in a close embrace, kissing hotly before she DID push him away.

"We HAVE to stop now Phillip," she said firmly. "I'm about ready to let you do something we shouldn't do, and I don't want to let you do that."

Phillip felt a streak of mixed terror and joy flash through him as he realized what she was talking about. The terror - of trying and messing it up - held sway and he backed up, behaving himself.

They got to the grass and started putting on their clothing, despite the fact that they were both wet. They helped each other get cloth spread over wet shoulders and backs and hips and the, hand in hand, walked silently toward the car.

Both were in their own little worlds as they rounded the big evergreen tree and were confronted with the sight of George, on top of Samantha, between her naked and wide spread thighs, obviously ramming his engorged prick in her pussy, fucking her with long violent strokes as she suddenly burst, more or less, into speech that begged for more.

Amy, who had herself been thinking about the act of intercourse, as described by her friends who claimed to have "done it", had been trying to picture what it must be like. It wasn't that she planned on actually DOING it... she was just... curious, based on the somewhat amazing things that had happened to her in the last weeks, and ESPECIALLY the last two hours.

And so, when she SAW what it was like, she shuddered at how violent and painful it looked. As she was arriving at that conclusion, she then HEARD what Sam was saying, which, paraphrased (it's awfully hard to spell some of the things that were coming out of her mouth) was something along the lines of "OH BABY, WAAAAAAAAAAAA, OH GEORGIE, UMMMMMMMM, I LOVE IT, HONEY. OH BABY DON'T STOP... DON'T EVER STOP. OOOHHHHOWWWEEEEE!"

Suffice it to say that it was crystal clear to Amy that Phillip's sister was having an orgasm... and not just ANY orgasm. She felt a sudden hunger in her own pussy for an orgasm like that.

Phillip, on the other hand was all but blown away by the sight of a boy fucking his sister. He stopped and stared, frozen as his sister made obvious sounds of approval for what George was doing to her. Phillip had seen porno films before, but this didn't look like those. This looked animalistic somehow and it lit off a primal fire in Phillip's gut that he knew, somehow, had changed his life forever.

Then George bellowed and shot Samantha full of his teenage sperm again. The damage was already done, though they didn't know that yet, but this time he was anticipating shooting inside his lover's pussy and it was no accident. He reveled in the feel of breeding 'his woman', and of her letting him do it.

Sam squealed "I feel it George. It's hot... I can feel you spurting in me... Oh baby..." She pulled his head down to hers and they kissed as his cock pumped his balls empty and he flooded her pussy.

Amy whirled around when she realized what George was doing inside Samantha. She couldn't take that image in her mind... the image of what she'd seen coming out of Phillip's penis... what had clung to her skin until she washed if off... that image going inside Samantha's body. She couldn't deal with the wild emotions that it caused in her. She tried to run again, like she had before, but slammed into Phillip again.
This time he had seen her coming, though, and he grabbed her, holding her tightly.

"It's OK" he whispered into her ear, stroking her back. "It's OK." He led her, almost like they were dancing again, back around the tree, out of sight of their older siblings.

"I can't watch that." she whimpered.

"It's OK" he repeated, stroking her hair. "You don't have to. Nobody's going to hurt you." He didn't know why he said that, but it seemed to help calm her. "You wait here," he said.

Phillip snuck back around the tree and was in time to see George stand up, with his shorts in his hand. "We'd better get dressed" he told Sam. "They might be back any minute."

"I know" she sighed. "We shouldn't have done that George."

Phillip looked at his sister and realized how beautiful a naked woman could be, who was lying on the ground, relaxed and with a pussy full of sperm. He suddenly understood exactly what was meant by the term "well fucked woman". He felt his cock stir in his pants again. For his own sister. He whirled himself this time, hurrying back to Amy.

"Lets go over there" he pointed toward the lake, "And sing or something as we walk toward them. They'll be dressed when we get there. I promise."

Amy nodded and let him take her hand. He led her a hundred yards away and stopped. In the process he thought about what he would do for this girl. He would do anything she asked him to. And anything she asked him not to do he would avoid, no matter what he felt about it. He wanted desparately for her to be happy and, if she was, he somehow knew he would be too. Something lit up inside his mind.

"Amy?" he said, trying to look in her face.

She looked up at him. She looked scared.

Something twisted inside his gut as he saw her face. "I love you too," he said softly. He meant it too.

Then he waited to see what she did. It wasn't an easy wait, because he didn't know if she'd changed her mind or not.

The transition on her face was startling. As if it were in slow motion, her facial features moved, changed, altered slowly into a blazing smile as tears winked in her eyes. She was suddenly insanely happy and she threw herself at Phillip, hugging him fiercely.

"Oh thank you," she said in his chest. Then she pushed him away,
looking back at the tree they had peeked around. "But you're NOT doing that to me! OK?"

He was hers to command. "Absolutely not!" he confirmed. "It'll never happen. Nope! No way that'll EVER be us!"

She slapped his chest. "I didn't mean NEVER!" she said. "Just not right away."

Again his world was rocked and he couldn't take in a breath. He looked to see if she was serious, or joking or even talking about something completely different. What he saw on her face calmed him with the assurance that he had found his special person.

Only fifteen years old, and he'd found her. Some people NEVER find their soul mate, but he knew he had.

Phillip knew that his life had changed for the better this night and it was in his voice.

"OK, not happening in the next hour. NO SIR! You're ABSOLUTELY safe for at least thirty minutes. NOT to worry, at least until we get to the car." He reached for his zipper, growling like a bear.

She shrieked and took off running, but not toward the blanket. She ran fifty yards with him lumbering along behind her, arms swinging like an ape's, yelling "COME ON LITTLE GIRL, I WON'T HURT YOU... MUCH. YUM YUM YUM."

Amy squealed over and over, yelling "HELP HELP" in a falsetto and obviously un-afraid voice. Then she changed direction and ran to the car, putting it between her and Phillip.

George and Sam were in fact dressed by that time, though Sam's panties were completely soaked with George's jizz, which was draining out of her at an alarming rate. They watched, mouths open, as their brother and sister who, up to now, had appeared to disgust each other, played some weird game. When Phillip, running at full speed tried to vault OVER the station wagon to catch Amy, she shrieked again and started laughing wildly. She ran AT Phillip as he slid over the top of the car and fell down the other side head first, disappearing from view.
Sam and George hurried around the car to find Amy sitting on top of Phillip's chest, her hands holding his wrists on the ground by his head, her hair grazing his face as he "tried" to break her grip. Now SHE was the one growling like a bear.

Sam looked at George and he just shrugged. "Knock it off you two!" he ordered. "We have to get home."

Once they were back in the car, Amy snuggled up to Phillip in the back seat. She couldn't resist a barb. "Gee, something smells funny." she announced. Phillip slapped her thigh and she yelped. She was quiet after that, kissing her date over and over again while they were driven home.

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School started and Phillip and Amy saw each other in the halls. Neither made a big deal of their new relationship, bragging to friends and such. That wasn't because either was ashamed of the other. It just didn't seem to either of them that it was anybody else's business. What they felt for each other was very... personal, and it wasn't something to gossip or brag about. That they saw each other in school wasn't unusual. Every time they did, though, they ended up standing, face to face, often just looking at each other.

That WAS unusual, and their friends noticed it.

Rhonda Phelps walked up beside Amy as she was going to English. Rhonda was a popular girl, and she was trying to raise her status in the group. "I see you've been slumming," she said conversationally. "Does he buy you expensive things, or does he just have a big fat prick?"

Amy looked over at the girl and wondered why she'd ever thought Rhonda was cool. "It's an arranged dating thing. Our parents are making us go out to keep an eye on his sister and my brother. Turns out he's OK, though. Who would have thought it?" 

Rhonda looked skeptical. "But isn't he one of those Chorus geeks?"

Amy looked the other way, partly from embarrassment that, a month ago, she had been the same prejudicial kind of girl, and partly to keep Rhonda from seeing the anger in her eyes.

"Yeah, but, like I said, it turns out he's not so boring. I gotta go. See ya." Amy turned off to take the long way to her class, because she knew Rhonda wouldn't go that way.

Phillip was going through somewhat the same trial. His best friend "Hooter", so named because he had Asthma and made a hooting sound when he had an attack, came up to him in the hall.

"Hey, you haven't been over to play Risk for a month or more. And people are starting to talk about you and that girl." He knew about Amy, of course, because Phillip had complained to him about what their parents were making them do.

Phillip felt the heat rise in him. "So?" he said, stopping and turning to face his friend. Other students parted and flowed around them like fish swimming around a big rock in the stream.

Hooter's eyebrows rose. "What's going on with you? Don't tell me you like her! Phil, you have to remember those girls are not for guys like us. Don't get yourself in some kind of trouble here."

Phillip WAS angry now. "Who SAYS they're not for 'us'? Why is that Hooter? Who says we can't like them, or that they can't like us?"

Hooter backed up a little and raised his hands. "Hey, take it easy. I just don't want you to get hurt. Those girls are bitches..." he stopped suddenly as he saw rage in Phillip's eyes. "I mean MOST of them... not all of them... man, Phil, I'm sorry. What did this girl DO to you?"

Phillip turned around and walked away. He knew Hooter couldn't 
understand what was happening to him. None of his friends would be able to understand it.

The next Friday afternoon Amy got home from school and her parents were packing the car. She felt fear clutch her stomach. Where were they going? Wasn't there going to be a date this weekend?

"Hey, Mom." she tried to say lightly. "Where are we going?"

Her mother looked harassed. "YOU aren't going anywhere. Your father and I have to go to Aunt Mabel's twenty fifth wedding anniversary over in Lincoln. We'd have taken you and George but we don't have time. I have to be there to help the caterers or it costs her an extra five hundred dollars. It would have been nice if she'd have told me that before now. We have to get there a day early and I'm just not prepared."

"Oh" said Amy in small voice. "When will you be back?"

"Sunday some time dear. You two are almost grown. You can take care of yourselves." Then she stood up and turned around. "But you make sure you and Phillip go with those two EVERYWHERE they go. Got that?"

Amy knew her parents. "Aw Mom, do I HAVE to?" she put on a sad face.

"Yes you do, and you KNOW you do, so don't play with me. You just keep an eye on that boy."

Amy smiled. There was a boy she'd be HAPPY to keep an eye on. Then, stunned, she realized she had just done what Phillip would call 'acting'! And it HAD been fun and exciting, trying to convince an 'audience' the truth of something that was basically fiction.

George wasn't home yet, and their parents left before he got home. Amy was cooking supper when he came in.

"Hey s quirt, where's Dagwood and Blondie?"

"Our PARENTS are in Lincoln... until Sunday!" She crossed her arms under her breasts and stood, looking at her brother.

His eyes widened. "No SHIT?! Hey! That's GREAT!" He went immediately to the phone on the wall.

"Mom reminded me to keep a close eye on you and Sam" announced Amy.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said, dialing. He talked to Sam for a minute and hung up. "Oh this is going to be SO great."

Amy, watching her brother, remembered him flat on his back, with Sam's mouth on his cock, and then on top of her, his butt bouncing up and down as he had violent sex with her.

"George?" she said tentatively.

He was in a good mood. "What?" He even smiled at her.

"Are you being careful with Sam?" she asked.

"Careful?" asked George, obviously clueless as to what she meant.

"You know... CAREFUL" she emphasized the word "when you're... together."

"What in the world are you talking about?" he was starting to return to his normal sour self.

"Are you using any birth control?" she blurted out.

It was so silent she could hear the clock in the living room, ticking away.

"What are you talking about?" asked George in what he thought was a cleverly level voice, but which in fact cracked twice. George was no actor.

"George, we SAW you!" said his sister.

"Which time?" he said, and then looked at the ceiling at how stupid he was to announce there had been more than one time.

Amy didn't want to play games. "On the blanket... at the lake."

"Oh," he said. Then all possibilities of conversation fled from his brain. He couldn't talk to his sister about having sex with his girlfriend. Nobody did that.

"Well? Are you? Being careful?" Apparently his sister didn't know about that rule.

"Um... well see... it just sort of... happened. I mean we weren't planning on it or anything, and it happened and then it was too late..." He had the class to look at his shoes as if he actually felt bad about it. OK, he could act a little bit.

"George you have to use a rubber or something." said his sister. "You're going to get Sam pregnant if you don't. Is THAT what you want?"

"Of course not." He looked hurt. "Like I said, it just sort of happened. We'll be careful from now on."

"Oh, so you have something for tonight?"

"Well, um... no, not for tonight. I haven't had time yet."

"George, if you make love to Sam again without any protection I'm going to tell Mom and Dad that you did it."

George reared back. "Come ON Amy, the girl doesn't get pregnant every single time. Where am I going to get rubbers. If I try to buy them down at the Rexall Mr. Johnson will tell Dad for sure. Hell, he probably wouldn't even sell them to me, at my age."

"Don't they have them in machines... at the gas station?" Amy blushed at the fact that she knew that.

"Hey! Yeah! That's it. I'll pick some up on the way back here when we pick them up." A crafty look came into his eye. "By the way. What's up with you and Phillip? I thought you two didn't like each other. But in the car it sure didn't look like you were fighting him off. Do I need to get more than just for me?"

Her head jerked up, her hair flying and outrage on her face as he guffawed, pointing at her. "No, of course not. Little Miss Amy isn't going to have sex until she finds the man she's going to marry and drags him down the aisle. Isn't that right?" He laughed some more.

Her nose went up in the air. "Yes that's EXACTLY right. And YOU should have done the same thing. Would YOU be willing to marry Sam if you had to?"

To her immense surprise, he actually thought about that for a few seconds. Then he looked at her and, quite seriously said, "You know what squirt? I think I would." He looked amazed himself. "I really think I would. She's some girl."

An hour and a half later George pulled the station wagon up to Sam's house. Sam was sitting on the porch and Phillip was right beside her. They were talking about something, but stood up and walked toward the car when it pulled to a stop. Sam got in the front and Phillip climbed in the back. Amy was sitting on her side of the car, looking at him. He wanted to slide over next to her, but it was still light outside, and that made him nervous for some reason.

When George turned into the Texaco station, but didn't park at the pump, Sam looked at him.

"I'll be right back" he said and dashed to the bathroom.

She turned around and looked at Amy in the back seat. "Now I know why my Mother always makes us go before we start on a trip." She laughed.
George came running back to the car, his hand closed around something. He got in, put the car in gear and sped off.

"What's going on?" asked Sam. "Where are we going tonight?"

"We..." said George, "are going to our house, where there are no parents, and where there will not BE any parents until Sunday." He grinned. He put his arm behind Sam as she scooted over against him. His hand flipped and something landed in Phillip's lap. Amy saw it was a little foil covered packet.

George laughed.

Amy's hand snaked out, quick as lightning and snatched the packet out of Phillip's lap before he could do more than shift his eyes toward it, trying to see what it was.

"What... ?" he started.

"NEVER MIND" said Amy and reached up to slap her brother on the back of his head.

"HEY!" he complained. "Don't mess with the driver. And fasten your safety belts back there. You never know when you might need PROTECTION from disaster." He laughed uproariously as Phillip and Sam stared at him, wondering what was going on.

Amy just gritted her teeth and blushed.

Chapter 6

When they got to the house George pulled Sam toward his bedroom. Phillip and Amy both knew what their siblings were going to do. Despite how close they had become, both were still a little nervous about... things.

"Our neighbor has a pool" said Amy. "He says we can use it any time we want to. You want to go swimming?"

"Well, I didn't exactly bring a suit." responded Phillip.

Amy looked at him with a frown. "After last Friday night I didn't think that would be a big obstacle."

Phillip felt his emotions overflowing. He pulled Amy to the couch and pushed her down, rather roughly, though he didn't notice that. He started pacing.

"Look" he started. "I don't understand all of this... exactly. I mean I feel things and..." He looked at her helplessly. Then he kneeled so his eyes were level with hers. "I wasn't just saying it when I told you I love you. I never felt like this about ANYBODY, much less a girl. When I think of you not being there I actually hurt inside."

He looked at her hopefully. To his dismay she only said "Go on."

Now he got up and paced again. "I don't know WHAT to do. When we're together I get all... swelled up inside or something."

She smiled. "The last time I saw you swelled up it was on the OUTSIDE." She giggled.

He threw his hands up in the air. "See? That's what I mean. I'm afraid that if I do what I want to do, or say what I want to say, I'll cross some line and you'll get mad at me and push me away and I don't want to screw this up because this means a LOT to me." He wasn't crying, but it was hard not to, because of the frustration and emotion inside.

Amy stood up. The fact that her head only came to his chest didn't bother her at all. She reached up and took his face in her hands. 

"I'll tell you if you are screwing up. And I promise I'll tell you BEFORE I think about pushing you away. Besides, I don't think I COULD push you away. If you weren't my boyfriend I think I'd crawl in a hole and just stay there.

"AM I your boyfriend Amy?" he asked. They'd never actually talked about the "official" status of their relationship.

"Oh yes" she sighed. "You are DEFINITELY my boyfriend." She pulled his face down and kissed him with a sloppy tongue swapping kiss to punctuate her statement.

That led to more kisses and then they found themselves half lying on the couch, their hands roaming all over each other's bodies.

Amy pushed him back gently. "If YOU don't have a suit, it just doesn't seem fair that I wear one. I sure would like to go swimming."

Phillip was already hard by now. "Naked? In the DAYLIGHT?" he asked incredulously.

"He has a big fence around the pool. And he drives a truck, so he's usually not even home. We can check first."

She pulled him up and he followed her through the house, aware that the front of his pants were poking out. He had a vision of them knocking on the door, the man answering it, and seeing Phillip's erection, then pointing at it and laughing.

But no one was home, and she led him to the back yard where there was a tall board fence with a gate. Behind that gate was the pool. It was a typical pool for the early sixties, about three feet deep, with a sheet metal wall that made a big circle. it sat on top of the ground and had a vinyl liner that was blue. Amy went to a little dog house looking thing and something electrical went on. The water started moving a little in the pool. It looked clear and deep.

They watched each other drop their clothing, both completely captivated by each other's naked bodies in the light of day. Phillip couldn't believe how pink her nipples were, when they'd looked so dark at the lake, in the moonlight. Amy couldn't believe how big his stiff penis looked. In the dark she'd thought some of it was shadow or something, and even though she'd felt it with her hand, it hadn't felt as big as it looked now. She had a flashback to seeing George's even fatter penis plugged into Sam's pussy, sliding back and forth and she felt her own pussy squirt something up inside of her.

They both realized they were just standing there, looking at each other and both blushed for some reason.

"You're so beautiful" sighed Phillip. And his hand reached for his hardon automatically. He'd jacked it twice before he realized he was jerking off right in front of his new girlfriend.

Amy, for her part, stared at him jacking that prick like she was frozen in time. She imagined somehow that his hand was her pussy, and that it was her pussy that was making the skin slip back and forth, uncovering and then covering the big purple head. Her head jerked and her eyes widened as she realized what she was thinking of. She had made up her mind she wasn't going to think about things like that. Playing with Phillip naked was one thing, but having sex? She had been telling her brother the truth when she said she would only give up her virginity to the man she married.

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea" she said. She couldn't tear her gaze away from Phillip's stiff penis.

"We don't have to do anything." said Phillip, who had jerked his hand away from his cock when HE realized he was fondling it in front of Amy. "I mean I don't even WANT to do anything." He lied, thinking that might make her feel better. He didn't know women very well.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with me?" she began arching her neck to look herself over. In the process she spread her legs and Phillip saw her virgin pussy lips, pooching out like they wanted a nice long tongue kiss, between her legs. His prick surged and he felt something soothing start flowing through it, starting at the base. He looked down just in time to see a milky drop of precum ooze out of his cock.

"OK, I was lying. I just thought that might make you feel better. I mean, just look at my penis. Does THAT look like I don't want to do anything?" He felt better for fessing up. For some reason he didn't like lying to Amy. "But I remember what you said, and I'm not going to do anything. I really DO love you Amy," he said.

She was looking at him with a look he would later learn meant he was in for the time of his life. She bit her lip and her whole body shook, like she was cold or something. Then she spoke. "That's the whole problem. I want to do things with you that I said I don't want to do. I mean I didn't want to do them then, but now I feel different, and I'm so confused and I don't know what to do. I'm afraid we'll lose control of ourselves and do something I don't want to do. Except I DO want to do it. Except we CAN'T do that. Do you understand?"

Phillip did NOT understand exactly what she'd said, but he had already made a hard and fast personal rule, and that was that he would only do things with Amy that she approved ahead of time. He figured that way he couldn't get in trouble. "I understand perfectly" he said. "How about we just go swimming and cool off?" He was quite sure he and Amy were completely in control of their own destinies, and of their hormones too.

He was wrong, but he wouldn't find that out for a while.

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In the house George was so enthralled with looking at his girlfriend's completely naked body, spread out on his own bed, that he completely forgot about what he'd bought at the gas station. Sam, not in on the deal, didn't think to remind him of protection. She was in heat too, and was staring lovingly at his stiff prong. She remembered how good it had felt in her pussy, and she wanted to feel that again. She thought fleetingly of how nice it would feel to get off by rubbing the back of her throat with his cockhead, but she was too impatient right now for anything other than his thick stiff prick up inside her pussy. Within sixty seconds of lying down on his bed, Samantha was stuffed full of juicy hard cock and was loving every second of it as she pounded her pussy up at him.

George, through quite admirable control, managed to get Sam off twice before he felt the need to fertilize his mate. They had already established bad habits. He didn't even think to warn her he was going to shoot. Instead he shoved as hard as he could and moaned that he loved her as his cock fired again and again, filling her already pregnant womb up with his spend. Sam luxuriated in the feel of hot sperm soaking her pussy and only briefly thought about how... someday... they'd have to do something about protecting her from pregnancy.

As they lay together in the afterglow, sweaty and not caring, breathing deeply, George played with one of Sam's no-longer-stiff nipples.
"Gosh I love doing that" he sighed. "I can't believe how good it feels."

"Yeah" she sighed back. "But we shouldn't be doing this George. I could get pregnant."

Remembering what his sister had said to him George joked "Well then, I'd just have to marry you and join the Air Force or something." He still didn't believe that she'd get pregnant. He also remembered his stop at the gas station then. "Shit, I forgot! I got us something at the gas station. I should have used it just now. But we can use it later."

"You bought a rubber?" asked an amazed Sam.

"Sure did." he crowed. "I got one for Phillip too!" He cackled. "Like they'd ever use one." He laughed some more.

"You'd just better hope he doesn't give it to Mom" said his worried girlfriend. "It would be just like him to do that, just to get back at us for chasing them off all the time. I'm amazed they aren't suspicious already."

George decided it wasn't the right time to tell his girlfriend that their younger siblings knew all about what they were doing. Instead he leaned over and suckled her relaxed nipple, making it get stiff again.
Sam batted his head with both hands. "You've done enough damage already. We'd better get up and go make it look like we do something other than disappear into locked rooms. Come on!" She bounded out of bed and pulled on her shorts and blouse, not bothering with the underwear, which she stuffed in her purse.

When the young lovers got out of George's bedroom, they looked for Amy and Phillip. It was George who figured out where they were when he stuck his head out the back door and heard the squealing and splashing next door. "Come on" he pulled Sam after him. "They're swimming next door. We can join them."

"But I didn't bring a suit!" complained Sam.

"No problem. Your brother didn't either. They're probably swimming in their clothes. We can too. Come on. It'll be fun."

It was George who just couldn't believe what he saw when he and Sam walked through the gate into the secluded area around the pool. There were his sister and his girlfriend's brother, playing in the pool, and they were stark naked! Phillip had his arms around Amy from behind her, which meant his cock was pressing against her bottom. His hands were splayed across her stomach and chest, and one of his hands was quite full of soft white tit as he dunked the girl and then let her go. She climbed up on him, almost putting her pussy right in his face as she tried to topple him and dunk him back. Both of them were shrieking with joy.

Samantha was also dumbstruck at the scene before her. Though the water was roiled up by their actions, she got several clear views of her little brother's penis and she was more than amazed at the feelings it caused in her. First of all it was much longer than she thought it would be, if she'd have thought about it at all. When she saw it she thought "man" instead of "boy" or "brother". Then she realized it was fully erect, as if it was ready to spear a woman's pussy and give her what she somehow knew would be GREAT pleasure. Her gaze flitted across his arms and chest and she realized her little brother wasn't so little any more. She couldn't help but notice that, as a man, young though he was, he was handsome and made her stomach feel things she'd only felt with George up to now.

Sam also looked at Amy and felt a twinge of jealousy at her petite, lithe form, jumping and darting through the water. It was obvious that Amy was perfectly proportioned, with nice handfuls for breasts, and a beautiful brown patch of hair between her slim athletic looking legs. It amazed Sam that both of them looked completely normal naked together, as if they SHOULD be naked.

George was also looking at his exposed little sister, and the feelings it brought to him were disturbing too. He realized his cock was rock hard about the same time as he realized that it was Amy who was making it that way. He loved Sam's body, with her large soft breasts, and hips a man could grab onto and never feel bone. Sam wasn't fat by any stretch of the imagination, but Amy looked like some wood nymph, playing in the water. The only thing missing were wings on her back. Her nipples were stiff and long from the cold water and George realized his mouth was watering at the thought of suckling on those impossibly long nipples.

Then his brotherly instincts took over.

"Hey!" he yelled. "What are you doing with my sister?!"

Amy and Phillip had not intended to be seen by anyone, and to be caught by their brother and sister was especially embarrassing. But Amy went from shame to anger almost immediately.

"We're swimming. THAT's what we're doing! And we're NOT doing what YOU TWO were just doing if I'm guessing right." she stood up in the water, defiant. She pushed her hair back out of her face and her breasts jiggled delightfully. She was red faced and the flush went to her upper chest, but it wasn't from embarrassment as much as it was from anger.

"But..." started her brother and she cut him off like a lawn mower with a freshly sharpened blade.

"But nothing!" she yelled. If you and Sam are going to screw your brains out then at least Phillip and I can go skinny dipping. Did you remember to use the rubber George? I bet you didn't! "

Sam's face was ash white. "You guys KNOW?" she asked, horrified that her little brother might know what she and George had been doing.

"They saw us at the lake." said George. "I forgot to tell you."

Sam turned on her lover, daggers in her eyes. "You FORGOT to tell me that MY LITTLE BROTHER KNOWS YOU'VE BEEN PORKING ME?" Now there were TWO pissed off girls in the fence and George was beginning to feel like he was in over his head.

"Hey! I just forgot, OK? She told me she saw us and made me promise to get some rubbers so you wouldn't get pregnant and then I guess I had other things on my mind and I forgot to tell you. It's no big deal. They didn't tell anybody." He turned to his sister and her naked playmate. "You guys didn't tell anybody did you?" He asked hopefully.

Amy put her hands on her hips, unaware of how the sun shone brightly off her naked breasts. "No, but I threatened to tell if he didn't start using a rubber. Sam, how could you LET him do that to you without a rubber?"

Now Samantha was on the defensive. "You don't understand Amy, I just get so hot when he does things to me and then it was sort of down there and then it was sort of poking in me and then it WAS in me and after that I couldn't think of anything except how WONDERFUL it felt and then it was over and it was too late." She ended, her voice on a miserable note.

Amy suddenly realized she was flashing her naked titties at her brother, but she was so mad she didn't care. "Well, you two have no business telling Phillip and me what we can and can't do. I mean for Pete's sake, Sam, if he hasn't already knocked you up he sure will soon."

Sam hung her head. "I know, I know. It's just that it feels SO good that it's REALLY hard to make him stop. I'm telling you Amy I think I'm addicted already!" 

George came unfrozen, now that he wasn't the target of two angry women and started taking his clothes off.

"GEORGE!" moaned Sam. "WHAT are you doing?"

"I'm going swimming. They're naked, so why can't I be naked too?" he asked with typical male logic. "Come on. The water will feel good."

Sam backed up. "I'm not letting my little brother see me naked!" she said firmly.

"Too late!" yelled Phillip. Then he actually giggled!

Sam realized he was talking about seeing them at the lake and blushed furiously.

"Don't sweat it. You actually look pretty good naked." said her brother, grinning mischievously. Amy swung at him and he ducked and then grabbed her, dunking her again.

George was naked by now and, oblivious of his renewed boner, he jumped over the wall of the swimming pool and began splashing his sister and his girlfriend's brother.

Samantha, realizing how silly it was to stand there, took a deep breath and then quickly stripped off her blouse and shorts. She caught her brother sneaking peeks at her, and, instead of making her embarrassed, she flushed to find she was excited that he wanted to see her when Amy was right there too and was, in Sam's opinion, much prettier.

Sam couldn't jump over the wall like George had, and she had to climb up on the platform next to the pool. As she prepared to jump in she froze for a second, as everyone in the pool stopped what they were doing and stared at her. As she tipped forward to fall into the pool her gaze went to her crotch, where everyone was looking, and she saw a long white strand of George's cum hanging from her flushed pussy lips.
Then she was falling toward the cold water.

Sam was in trouble immediately, primarily because she was taking in a breath to scream in embarrassment at about the same time she hit the water. She inhaled a snootful of water and started floundering and coughing violently.

The closest person to her was her brother, who, naturally, went to help her. That was how she ended up in her naked brother's embrace as he pounded on her naked back, helping her cough up all the water she'd inhaled. Phillip was a bit of solid in the midst of all that water, so she clung to him tenaciously, pressing her hot breasts against him as she coughed.

Then George was there too and she was sandwiched between naked men. She got her lungs cleared and got a few lungfuls of air in, feeling better. It was then that she realized she was being poked by two very hard cocks, one from each side. She couldn't have explained why she did it, but her hands just naturally fell to grasp each penis.

Both boys responded immediately. George thought she had been faking with all the coughing, so he slid his hand from her arm to her breasts to cop a feel. Phillip froze, feeling her hand on his cock and not knowing what to do. He leaned back, lost his balance and his hips floated upward as he fell prone. His sister's hand, wrapped around his cock, surfaced like a submarine and was visible to everyone in the pool.

Amy was not impressed. "Hey!" she shouted. "That's MY boyfriend. You have your own!"

Sam realized what she was doing and let go immediately. Phillip's hips, and the stiff prick went back under the water, like the mast of a sinking ship.

"Sorry" she said. "I just sort of grabbed onto whatever I could."

George broke the silence by grabbing Sam and throwing her up out of the water and away from him. She splashed him back and in seconds all four of them were flinging water this way and that, pushing, shoving and trying to dunk each other. Both girls noticed that, in the free for all, the boys... BOTH boys... felt free to play grab-ass, poke-pussy and titty-twister whenever they got the chance. Purely in self defense, the girls found themselves trying to get a handful of balls so they could control the boys.

As it ended up, Amy got a grip on her brother's balls about the same time Sam got a good hold on Phillip's.

Both girls squeezed not too gently.

Both boys stopped everything and just stood there, eyes wide, pleas of mercy on their lips.

"I can't believe I'm holding my own brother's balls" giggled Sam.

"Me either" squealed Amy. 

George tried to break loose and Amy squeezed. 

"Uh, uh, uh" she warned him, putting her hand on his back so he couldn't break free in that direction. She squeezed and he stopped.

"Come on guys" whined George. "This is sick."

"You'll BE sick if you don't behave" said his sister, but she didn't squeeze again. Instead she wiggled his balls back and forth. His sack was drawn up tight in the cold water and it felt like leather to her fingers.

"What should we do with them?" asked Sam, winking at Amy.

"I don't know. You have more experience with this kind of thing than I do." said Amy. "If we let go of them they'll be mean to us.

"Not if we jack them off" whispered Samantha loudly. She grinned.

"I can't jack off my own brother" said a horrified Amy.

"Well bring him over here and we'll trade then." said Sam.

The two girls pulled their unresisting captives toward the middle of the pool until the boys were face to face. Neither of them was saying anything, and they weren't struggling any more.

"How do we make the switch?" asked Amy. "If we let go they'll get away."

Sam thought. Phillip moved and she squeezed. He whined and went still again.

"OK, we'll grab their peters with our free hands. Then we still have a hold on them while we switch."

"OK" said Amy.

It never occurred to either girl that the boys were being completely cooperative under circumstances that they could probably break free if they really wanted to. But both boys were enjoying the feel of a girl's hand cupping their balls, even if it was their own sister, so they went with the flow.

The girls made the switch, grabbing their boyfriends' pricks and then fumbling to get their hands on the other set of balls in the pool. The boys just stood there and let it happen.

"Well!" said Sam. "I guess we showed them. What should we do with them now? They've been bad boys."

Both boys looked at each other. George pantomimed kissing and Phillip nodded. As if nothing at all were wrong, each boy put his hands on the cheeks of his girlfriend and gave her a tongue-lashing kiss. George snaked a hand between Sam's legs and got a finger up inside her as she squealed in his mouth. She let go of his balls and started jacking his prick as she returned the kiss.

Phillip only rubbed the outside of Amy's pussy, but in the process he got enough contact with her virgin clitty that she too squealed and bucked her hips at him, returning his kiss hotly. And she too found herself stroking his penis, enjoying the feel of hard prick in her hand as he made her feel good.

Chapter 7

Had they been alone in the pool, Sam and George would have soon been engaged in what was now their favorite game - hide the sausage. But they weren't alone and, for some reason, George just couldn't mount his girlfriend and slide his aching penis into her while his little sister watched.

As for Amy and Phillip, they ended up panting and horny, with no outlet for their passions and both felt itchy and jumpy as they pulled apart to try to catch their breath. Both wanted something more, but both were scared to do anything else. Amy loved the feel of Phillip's hot spunk on her skin, and when he'd shot off between her legs she'd thought she was going to pass out from the joy of the feel of all that dangerous sperm so close to where it could change her life forever. But the thrill of being that close to danger was enough for now... almost, anyway.

Samantha gazed at her little brother and saw the same signs in him she'd seen in George when she and he had first started playing around sexually. Now that she was more experienced, she knew several ways that his no doubt aching balls could be relieved. And, having experienced the joys of feeling George's mouth on her sex, she had a pretty good idea what would help out Amy's wild eyed appearance too.

She pushed George away from her. "I want to go talk to Amy for a minute," she said. He moaned his disappointment and she glared at him. "I'll be right back you big baby."

She floated over to the younger couple, keeping her breasts below the water. It sent a thrill through her when her little brother looked at them, but she had more important business to attend to. If things worked out, she could get her cookies without going back to the house, where it would be too easy to lie down and let George fuck her brains out again.

"Go talk to George" she told Phillip. When he balked she snaked her hand out and tried to grab his balls again. He yelped and backpedaled. 

"I want to talk to Amy... alone." She pointed toward George. "Go do man things for a minute."

As Phillip floated across the pool Sam faced Amy. "You feel all nervous inside... don't you?" she prompted.

Amy looked at the older girl with helpless eyes and nodded.

"And you're thinking about letting him do... things." prompted Sam again.

Amy's mouth opened and closed several times. "Yes" she whispered, her eyes darting toward Phillip. "But I don't want to." Her eyes teared up. "I mean I WANT to, but I DON'T want to. It's all so confusing!"

Sam patted the girl's shoulder. "I know. I felt all those things. It about drove me crazy. But I have an idea."

"What?" asked Amy, wiping her eyes.

"You remember the first time you and Phillip saw us? At the drive-in?"
Amy's head almost exploded as the image of Sam, leaning over George's hard prick, rivers of white running from her nose, filled Amy's mind. She grimaced.

"I know it LOOKED terrible" said Samantha. "But it WASN'T! Really! It was FUN! I mean I did it wrong that time, and things got sort of turned around. But since then I've learned how to do it better and I'm telling you Amy, it makes him happy and It makes me feel better too. And he can do the same thing to me and it just feels so wonderful. "

Amy didn't say anything, but she didn't frown any more either.

"I can teach you how." said Sam, her voice low, so it wouldn't carry across to the boys, who were now pushing and shoving each other in a display of testosterone induced machismo.

Amy looked at Phillip, posturing in front of her, maybe even without knowing it. She felt a surge of something that made her whole body tingle.

"Isn't it... icky?" she asked, darting a sideways glance at Sam.

"I don't think so." said Sam firmly. "I love his taste, and his... his prick feels so cool when it's shooting into my mouth. There's this little place way in the back of my throat that makes me have an orgasm when I rub the tip of his prick on it. Amy I'm telling you it's FUN. Besides, if you don't like it you don't have to do it any more. OK?"

"But won't Phillip think I'm... slutty?" asked Amy, and then she realized what that communicated to Sam about what Amy thought about Sam, since Sam obviously did that.

Sam didn't take offense though. Instead she grinned. "If my little brother thought you were a slut, he wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole. In fact, I think he USED to think you were a slut, but has changed his mind." 

There, that ought to rattle the girl a little. She deserved it for her stereotypical thinking.

But Amy wasn't stupid, and she saw the truth of what Sam had just said. Her friends DID act like sluts, teasing and letting boys do things to them only if they got money, or gifts or status because of it. Her friends were much more like whores than Sam ever could be.

"I'm sorry Sam" she said, knowing that the apology was somehow understood. "Yes. I want you to teach me. I want to make him happy."

"Goody" squealed Sam. She turned to the boys, who had calmed down and were now trying to eavesdrop on the girls' conversation. "Oh booyyeeees" she called out. "We have a little treat for you."

The girls herded their men to the little platform that was accessed by metal stairs from the ground. It was technically where you were supposed to get in and out of the pool. They made the boys sit on the platform, where their jutting penises were exposed, sticking up out of their laps like little anti-aircraft guns, searching for something to shoot down... or in, as it were.

They didn't tell the boys what was going on. Sam just said "Amy wants to see something." and she started pointing out on George's stiff cock where he was the most sensitive, and describing how to slip the tip of the cock past the gag reflex place at the back of the throat so it didn't make you choke.

Then, before the startled and amazed eyes of three other people, she slid her mouth down over George's cock until her nose was nestled in his wet pubes. George groaned as her throat squeezed his prick.
Then she pulled off, eliciting another groan from George, who didn't want her to stop. She turned to Amy and reached for her brother's rock hard phallus.

Phillip thought he was just getting to watch something that was pretty hot to watch. He had no idea that he was in for the same treatment. So Phillip wasn't at all prepared when his sister grasped his penis, skinned his foreskin back over the purple helmet, and started pointing out places that Amy might want to use her tongue on it.

"What... ?" he blurted.

Amy shushed him, looking interestedly at the things Sam was pointing out. Sam pushed against a place just behind the head with her fingernail and a bubble of milky white stuff oozed out of the hole in Phillip's penis. Sam scooped it up with her forefinger and held it out to Amy.

"Taste" she ordered. "I just know you'll like it."

Amy looked at Sam, then at the blob of goo on her fingertip, then at Phillip, who was staring back at her like she was an alien from Mars. She stuck her tongue out and Sam wiped the blob off on the tip of it. Closing her eyes she slurped her tongue back into her mouth and, afraid of the results, tasted.

At first there wasn't much of anything. Then there was a slightly salty sensation, and something musky, like one of the perfumes she liked, but had to use very sparingly or it was overpowering. She looked at Sam again, and then back at Phillip, who was still staring as if she'd grown another head.

"I can't tell. I think I need more," she said.

Sam grinned. "I don't think that will be a problem, based on my experience." She ran her hand down her little brother's stalk and then squeezed hard as she pulled her hand back toward the tip. An even bigger bubble of thicker white welled up out of the slit.

This time Amy went straight to the source to taste. Instead of using her finger, she reached out and grasped her boyfriend's leaking cock firmly. Then she leaned forward and swiped the tip of her tongue across the head. She marveled at how smooth the tight skin was, and how warm the blob of his stuff was. This time she tasted more. It was hard to describe because she'd never tasted anything quite like it.

But it wasn't bad, and it wasn't icky.

She raised her head and smiled. "I like it," she said. Then, without even thinking about it, she skinned her hand along his cock twice.

Not only was Phillip not prepared for what she'd just done, he was so blown away that he lost control. On the second jerk of his girlfriend's hand he exploded, his cum spraying everywhere as he fired off over and over again. One long string splatted on Amy's chest, and two more went in the water to one side.

"DON'T WASTE IT!" yelled Sam, and to EVERYONE'S surprise, including Sam herself, she swooped down and her mouth closed over the tip of her brother's cock.

She got two good spurts before Amy reacted enough to push her away and take her place. Sam reared back, but swallowed, noticing immediately that her brother's cum tasted slightly different than George's. Then, her appetite whetted by the two spurts she'd just swallowed, Sam dove back down on George's prick and deep throated him, moving toward her orgasm with a vengeance.

Amy, meanwhile, was exploring Phillip's penis while it dribbled the last of his emission into her mouth. She sucked hard and milked his cock like she'd seen Sam do, getting enough cum that she could really taste it this time. She pulled off, swirled the hot stuff around in her mouth and then swallowed it with a long "Mmmmmmmmm". Phillip fell over backwards on the platform as his world exploded and he felt faint.

Soon George was humping and groaning as Sam sucked his balls dry, tickling that special spot in the back of her throat until she squirted girl juice in the pool as she rubbed her clit.

It was quiet as all four of them recuperated. The only one who hadn't had an orgasm was Amy, and she was in a bad way without being able to identify just WHY she felt so... so SOMETHING. Sam saw it in her face, the mixture of frustration, the overabundance of energy, the look of a woman in heat.

Sam pulled at her brother's arm. "Get up lazy. Amy needs you." she chided.

Phillip sat up, a dazed look on his face. "What?" he croaked.

"Amy needs you. She took care of you and now you need to take care of her. Come one!" Sam pulled and he slid into the water. Then Sam was maneuvering Amy up and onto the platform, spreading her legs and pulling her until her pussy was right at the edge of the platform. She guided Phillip in and draped Amy's legs over his shoulders.

Sam reached up and rubbed two fingers across Amy's hidden clitty and Amy jerked, her eyes going wide as she was touched by another girl. Sam ignored her and used two fingers to spread Amy's pussy lips.

"See that bump?" she said, pushing Phillip's face to within a few inches of Amy's gaping pussy. "That's what I want you to lick, and suck, and nibble on, OK? This is important Phillip. Listen to what Amy tells you as you do this and DO what she tells you. OK?"

Phillip licked his lips. This was all going too fast for him. He'd dreamed of one day doing this very thing, dreamed of it as he stroked his cock, imagining what Amy's pussy would look like. Now, there it was, laid out for him like a hot meal. He wanted to suckle that bump. As he leaned in he remembered his promise though and he stopped.
He looked up at Amy's face. Her eyes were wild and she was gasping for air. Her legs were pulling him to her and she... wiggled... all over.
"Is it OK Amy?" he asked, hope in his eyes that she would let him do this.

"Ohhh please Phillip... I can't stand it. Pleeease just do SOMETHING! I don't know what to do and I can't take much MOOOOOOOORREEEEEE" she ended with a wail of intense joy as he sealed his lips around her clitty, then sucked hard and chewed through his lips on the little nubbin.

Then she lay back and flopped as he licked and pressed and did everything except bite it off. She saw stars as her orgasm burst out through her skin. She swore her whole body had broken into fragments and was shooting up into the air like fireworks. Her hands made fists, then opened and made fists again as she grabbed for something she couldn't see. It was good she couldn't reach his hair. She'd have torn it out at the roots. Her pussy writhed and she produced a thick squirt of clear juice that splashed against Phillip's chin. He instinctively lapped at her pussy lips, sucking up that juice and swallowing what he could get in his mouth. He realized how soft the insides of her pussy was and licked at that like a dog going after peanut butter.

At that precise moment, Phillip owned Amy and she would have done anything... ANYTHING... to ensure that he would do this to her again.
Phillip, who a month ago would have punched anyone who suggested he would lick pussy, discovered a whole new world with his mouth glued to his girlfriend's slot. His tongue actually hurt from trying to lick her so deeply and so often, and he had to rest it occasionally and suck instead. She was so slippery that he found he could slide his beardless face around in her sex and he found that he loved to do that, his nose poking into her and then rubbing over her lips and over that amazing little bump. In the midst of this he remembered seeing George doing exactly the same thing on the blanket by the lake. Now he understood.

On impulse he blew with his lips pressed firmly around that bump and made a farting noise against her skin. The vibrations of that blasted Amy with another orgasm that was so intense she gurgled, unable to breathe in enough air to let out the scream she wanted to. That was a good thing, because the neighbors would have thought someone was being murdered if she'd been able to make the sound she felt like she needed to make.

Somehow Phillip knew when to pull back. He did and stared at Amy's pussy lips, which moved of their own accord as her muscles flexed and she shuddered through her cum. She was making little mewling sounds that made Phillip think she was crying and his heart seized as he thought she was unhappy with what he'd done. Immediately he crawled up out of the water and, on his hands and knees, put his face in front of hers. She WAS crying, but she was smiling too, and his heart relaxed as she reached for his face.

"I love you SO MUCH!" she sighed and pulled him down for a kiss, regardless of the fact that his face was covered with her juices. It was therefore a sloppy, wet kiss, and, as far as Amy was concerned, it was the best kiss she'd ever had.

George had slipped into the water when Sam was getting his little sister ready to have her pussy eaten. He'd watched as Phillip buried his face in what he had to admit was a beautiful snatch. He found himself wishing that he could taste her too. Then he realized that, despite the coolness of the water, he had another raging hardon. This time he wouldn't be denied and he captured Sam, who was busy watching Amy get her pussy eaten too. Lifting her so she had to grab onto the edge of the pool to stay afloat, he maneuvered her legs around his hips and fisted his prick, nosing the tip into the heat of her pussy. He had to go slow because her natural lubrication had all been washed off. But, as he worked the tip into her, little by little, she replaced what was lost and soon he was buried balls deep in her. It was only a short time until he bent over her back, cupping her stomach in his hands and pulling her toward him in the water as his prick belched her full of not cream.

He wasn't aware of it then, but he was cupping his baby in his hands as he filled Sam up.

There was a comfortable silence as they rested up from round two and then they floated, a little embarrassed about the level of passion they had let the others see. Eventually Sam suggested she was hungry and that they should get something to eat. Neither girl was willing to make the dash between the pool and the house naked, so they pulled on clothing while the boys, in juvenile abandon, streaked to the back door, looking around to see if they'd been observed by anybody. Because they thought they'd gotten away with it, neither boy got dressed when they got into the kitchen and they waited for the girls, planning on jumping out at them naked.

Amy, knowing her brother, convinced Sam to go in the front door with her and they snuck along the hall to the other entrance to the kitchen, where they saw the boys lying in wait for them. When the girls screamed at the top of their lungs and jumped into the kitchen, both boys about peed themselves and there was laughter all around.

They fixed sandwiches and George pulled sodas out of the fridge and they all ate hungrily, the girls only mildly embarrassed by the nudity of their lovers. After they were done George tried to entice Sam into the bedroom again, but Amy suggested loudly that a good relationship was built on more than just sex and that they should go do something OTHER than that. Sam joined her and demanded to be taken to the mall for ice cream.

It might have worked out too, if something hadn't been unleashed in Amy. The whole time she walked, hand in hand with Phillip, along the long Mall hallways, all she could think about was how fantastic it had felt to be loved by him. She was in a state of constant horniness and it caused her to touch Phillip frequently - unnecessary touches on his stomach, or his butt, along his arms. Twice she snaked an arm around his waist and pulled him against her as they walked, in step. She thought about how difficult it had been to tell him she loved him. Now, it was like saying there was a sun, and it came up daily. That love had sunk into her bones in a way that meant it would never truly leave them, no matter what happened. She would always love Phillip at some level.

By the time they were done and it was time to go back to the house, she knew she was in trouble. She knew that she wouldn't be able to say "No" if Phillip wanted... more.

She reached for her pocket and felt the lump that was the little foil wrapped packet her brother had thrown in Phillip's lap.

It was still there. It felt... warm somehow.

Phillip was in motor-mouth mode on the way home. He sat by the woman he loved in the back seat and, fifteen though he was, he WAS in love. It was quite possible that the love wouldn't last - it rarely does at that age - but it was as real as the atomic bomb was over Nagasaki in 1945, and it was affecting both of them in the same way. Their lives had been wiped clean and they were starting all over. Now it wasn't 'I' and 'me'. Now it was 'us'. And, because he was so full of that love, it gushed out of his mouth because it had no other outlet. He was talking about everything and nothing, but it was an unending stream of noise.

She shut him up by kissing him and putting her hand on his basket, giving the lump a little squeeze. The kiss was tender and sweet, and it lasted a long time. When it broke her liquid brown eyes gazed into his. Then she reached up and her breath tickled his ear as her ruby lips whispered to him.

"I have a rubber in my pocket." she announced, her voice low and husky.
Phillip still hadn't caught up with where they were in the pool. He missed the inference completely.

"Why?" he asked. Considering all she had said it wasn't a stupid question, but it sounded stupid.

"In case" she hedged. She didn't want to reverse her rules, but she knew, deep in her heart she already had.

"Amy?" was his response. A small part of his brain knew exactly what "in case" meant, and it howled like a wolf on a lonely night. But the rest of him was too civilized. "I don't think I understand."

"I don't want you to... put it in me," she said, unable to say the words 'fuck me'. She knew if she ever said those words they would be a demand, not a description. "But I think it's going to happen. George got some rubbers and he gave you one."

"He did?" Phillip's voice rose a whole octave.

"Remember when he put something in your lap in the car? At the gas station?"

Phillip's eyes widened. "That was a... ?"

"Rubber" she finished it for him.

"Oh shit" said Phillip. He may have been fifteen, but he was smart enough to know that, if they thought they could get away with it, things had a way of happening that they hadn't really planned on doing. He SURE hadn't planned on eating her pussy.

"What are we going to do?" she asked. It wasn't a trick question, and there was no pun intended.

"We just have to stay outside or something." He knew how ridiculous that sounded. "I mean we'll just have to not do it. If you don't want to do it then we won't." His voice sounded deadly serious.

"I think I DO want to do it," she said softly.

Phillip groaned. He had just been introduced to the thing about women that drives men to hard drinking.

"No you don't. You said so. Remember? No way! No how! I remember that part perfectly." His voice was still firm.

"I know." She looked down in her lap.

"So you still feel that way, right?" he insisted.

Her eyes were liquid again as she looked at him.

"I don't think so" she whispered.

Phillip's head hurt. Something moved in his pants and he stared at his lap dully as his cock became hard as a rock.

Her hand was still on it and she squeezed it again.

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Fate was grinning from ear to ear. He had unzipped himself and was playing with his dark, fearful prick. He gibbered as he heard the girl admit that all her rules and all her morals couldn't prevail against his workings. Fate darted a thought to the little living thing that was growing in the womb of the older girl. It would be a fine healthy girl, who would grow up and become a new playground for Fate. Fate drooled a little as he waited for what would come with this other couple.

Chapter 8

When they got home George and Sam went straight to the bedroom. George's shirt was almost off as he went through the door.

Phillip stood, arms at his sides, facing Amy. Neither one knew what to do.

"We just won't." said Phillip. "We'll do something else instead. You want to play a board game?"

"No" said Amy softly. She reached for the buttons of her blouse.

Phillip watched nervously as her bra became visible. "A snack! We could make something to eat."

"I'm not hungry," she said. "Not for that." She draped the blouse over the couch and reached behind her. She did that magic girls can do with just two fingers and her bra popped loose. She threw it on the couch, proudly thrusting her pale breasts at Phillip. 

"Suck them" she ordered.

To Give Phillip his due, he tried to resist, but the sight of those cherry nipples made his knees weak. He collapsed on the couch with her and nursed her nipples gently as she cooed and told him what a good boy he was. She worked at the fastener of her shorts and began pushing them down over her hips. Her panties caught in them and began to slide down too. She didn't care and pushed until they were at her knees and she could kick them both off.

Suddenly she was naked and warm and wanting him. Now her fingers worked at HIS clothing. As a last ditch effort he kissed his way down her belly, toward her pussy. But she stopped him, making him get naked with her and THEN she pushed his head toward where she was spreading her legs.

"Taste me" she ordered.

He did and she had an orgasm almost instantly, just like the last time he'd done this. He let her writhe and gave her long flat-tongued licks that covered both pussy lips as she came. Then he went to work on her clitty and probed her vaginal canal with his tongue as she trip hammered into another long glorious orgasm. Rather than satisfying her though, those orgasms only made her feel even more empty. His tongue was wonderful, and she knew she'd always love the feel of it trying to slide inside her, but she wanted something bigger... harder... longer.
She knew it would hurt, but she no longer cared.

She contorted herself until she could reach her shorts with the fingers of one hand and she dragged them to her. Her hands fumbled with them and she pulled out the little packet.

She was about to rip it open and, in the process, peered at it. In fancy script were the words:

"Genuine Imported French Tickler, ribbed for her pleasure" and, under that, in tiny letters almost too small to read "Not a Prophylactic Device. Use in conjunction with protection."

Frantic she tore open the packet and pulled out the bright red rubbery thing inside. It was a ring of rubber, not a sheath. She unrolled it and found it was about two inches long, with bumps and ridges along most of that distance and spikes of semi-soft rubber at one end. It was obviously designed to be worn at the base of the penis. It looked like some kind of torture device.

She felt a terrible ache in her belly. She wanted to be filled... NEEDED to be filled. "Phillip" she moaned, as he slurped away at her flowing nectar. He raised his messy face, grinning from ear to ear. Phillip was having a great time.

"I need you" she moaned again. "I need you in me."

Phillip's eyes got round as quarters. The smile disappeared.
"We can't" he croaked.

"I NEED you Phillip. Pleeeasse" she begged.

He looked at the thing in her hand. "Where's the rubber?" he asked.

"It ISN'T a rubber. It's something else." she whined.

"Then we can't," he said firmly. He couldn't believe he was saying that, but he felt stronger than he had in a long time.

Amy reached and pulled his face to hers. She licked her juice off his lips and kissed him. "I love you more than anything, and I know you think you're doing what I want you to, but Phillip... I NEED YOU IN ME RIGHT NOW AND I MEAN IT. PHILLIP YOU'D BETTER FUCK ME RIGHT NOW OR I'M GOING TO RAPE YOU MYSELF!"

Her hand reached for his cock and found it, rock hard and ready to do exactly what she wanted it to do. She pulled on it and moved him into position over her. Now she spread her legs as widely as she could, whimpering, cooing, whispering to him, pulling his cock ever closer to her slippery sex.

"OH Pleeeeeeaaaase Phillip" she cried.

Phillip was actually in complete control of himself. But he also knew that something was happening that he had no control over and he was terrified that it would drive them apart after it was all over. What he couldn't decide was whether DOING what she wanted would drive them apart, or NOT doing what she wanted would drive them apart.
He gave it one last try.

"Are you sure Amy?" he pleaded.

"I've never been so positive about anything in my whole life," she said and she said it with conviction that got through to Phillip.

He sagged and let the tip of his cock touch her. She moaned when she felt his touch and wiggled in anticipation of being full.

"I should go slow" he whispered in her ear.

Her hands went to his ass and pulled. "No" she breathed.

"I'll hurt you" he whispered.

"I don't care" she urged him on.

Now the tip of his cock was seated in wet heat and he wanted to push. But there was resistance and when he pushed against that resistance she moaned and her legs flopped.

"Kiss me" she demanded.

He covered her lips with his and her fingernails dug in deep in his ass. He couldn't do anything except go forward. The pressure got harder and she whined in his mouth. Then something gave way and the force he'd been pushing with was more than enough to sink him more than halfway into her hot, wet sheath. She groaned into his mouth, but kissed him harder, more urgently and her fingernails kept digging. He gave one convulsive thrust and his pubes meshed with hers.

He was all the way in her.

Now her arms dropped to the couch, nerveless. He broke the kiss and looked at her face. Her eyes were still closed and she was biting her lower lip. She wiggled her hips and he couldn't tell if she was trying to get away from him or just move.

"You want me to take it out?" he whispered.

"You do and I'll thrash you within an inch of your life" she rasped.

"Are you OK?" he asked, giving in to the urge to push a little harder.

"Ohhhhhh" she groaned as he got even further into her virgin slot. "It hurts, but it's the best hurt I ever felt in my whole life."

"I don't want to hurt you." he whispered in her ear.

"Then FUCK me" she grunted, and she threw her pussy up at him, or tried to. He had her pretty well pinned to the couch.

Phillip threw caution to the winds then and, somehow knowing what to do, withdrew most of his rigid prick from her overstuffed puss. Then he reversed and slid it all right back into her, banging off of her pubic bone when he hit bottom again.

"OHHHH YEEESSSSSS!" she squealed "OHHH PHILLIP THAT'S JUST WHAT I WANT." Her hips went crazy as she tried to make him repeat that movement.

"Lie still!" he ordered. Her eyes opened wide at the tone in his voice, but she went limp.

Then Phillip fucked her. He made ten or twenty thrusts, pulling back as much as he dared each time, determined that he would do this to her until she babbled and screamed. But then he needed to push in and stay there, because he was about to cum and he didn't want to.

When he pinned her again his toes slipped on the carpet and his pubic bone mashed hers as he slid a little. He immediately felt her jerk, as if she had been shocked by some electric jolt and he knew he had just discovered something important.

He got a grip with his toes and rocked upwards, mashing and rubbing her clitty with his pubes and she yelped, her arms crushing him to her. Fascinated with how she was responding to him, Phillip found he was calm and that the urge to blow his wad had backed off a little. So he began to play with her, trying this type of thrust, or that kind of hip swivel, leaning in to suck at her nipples, or lick her neck as he prodded her. Slowly he learned what made her twitch and moan the most and he fine-tuned his actions until she DID scream, and her whole body vibrated as she came so hard that spittle flew out of her mouth as her head flopped back and forth.

She DID babble now, saying his name, and various curse words he didn't even think she knew. Her nails raked his back painfully and her legs came up off the floor and wrapped around his back. She began to chant that she loved him and he felt his balls contract, about ready to empty themselves into his prick, which would then spurt his cum ten feet if what he felt was true.

Once more he leaned down and whispered in Amy's ear. "I have to cum now Amy. I can't stop it any more."

"YEEESSSSSS" she screamed, and her hips went crazy as she slammed her pussy up onto his prick.

"Not in you honey" he groaned.

"YEEESSSSS IN MEEEEEEE" she whined, and she wouldn't let him go.
He stopped, frozen in a moment of time they'd both remember for the rest of their lives. Her eyes flew open, wide, almost scared, as she thought he was just going to stop.

"Pleeeease" she whimpered.

He stared deep into her eyes and his prick lurched as the first liquid fire leapt out of it and splashed her pussy full. Her pupils dilated as she felt her lover's sperm injected deep in her belly and she smiled.

His first burst was followed by six more, each a little less than the others, but each one clearly felt by the girl who now craved that feeling.

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Fate roared and jerked his knobby prick harder. Just as it began to spew, and he aimed it at the young couple, another situation he was monitoring ripped his attention away from them and his fateful cum arced over Amy and Phillip to fall harmlessly to the side.

Fate didn't notice that he had missed.

Phillip's sperm cells were just as agitated and active as George's had been when they sought out Sam's egg and attacked it. But there was no egg in Amy's uterus for them to hunt down and ravage. That egg was still safely behind the sturdy walls of her ovary, and would not venture forth for another four days. By then, unless Phillip replaced them, his little soldiers would all be dead.

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The only noise in the living room were the panting gasps of Phillip and Amy as they tried to catch their breath. Phillip was still hunched over Amy, still plugged into her tightly, though he wasn't hard any more. Amy's hands were still gripping his hips, though lightly now, as if they were just lying there. His face was buried in the soft hair that covered her neck and he breathed in her scent, loving it.

Finally he pushed with his arms, and lifted his body off hers. Her head was lying back on the couch, her eyes closed, and her hands fell limply to her sides as he moved.

Phillip didn't know what to do... to say.

"Are you OK?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Amy opened her eyes and they stared soberly into his. Then she smiled, a tired smile, and her hands came up off the couch to tenderly hold his head and pull it toward her for a kiss.

"I love you" she said, and she kissed him with a kiss that was hungry and demanded that he love her back. He let his chest back down on hers and returned that kiss with every bit of passion he had left in him. It was only because he had ejaculated only minutes before that he didn't stiffen again.

Finally the kiss broke and Phillip said "I don't want to move, but I know this is uncomfortable for you."

"It's OK" she said, and pushed on his chest. They both looked at where they were joined sexually and watched as his soft, wrinkled cock backed out of her pussy. It was closely followed by a thick pool of white, shiny cum. Amy reached with one finger and dipped it in the pool of spunk, then brought that finger to her mouth as Phillip watched in slack-jawed wonder.

She put the fingertip in her mouth and sucked it clean, then looked at Phillip. "That's definitely you. I'll never forget your taste."

Phillip sat beside her. "We probably shouldn't have done that." He said, as his conscience began to bother him.

Amy reached over and slapped his thigh. She was still sitting splayed out, completely unashamed of what some might call her 'slutty' pose.

"Don't get used to it" she said. "But I can tell you right now that's not the last time we'll ever do that. I wish we could do it again right this second."

"Didn't it hurt?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes, but it was a good hurt. I can't explain it except that while it hurt a lot, I wanted to feel that hurt somehow. Then it changed and it didn't hurt very much at all. Then it changed some more and I thought I was going insane. I never knew anybody could feel that good and not just die of happiness.

She got an odd look on her face. "Wasn't it nice for you?" A married man would have recognized that tone of voice at forty paces. Phillip, by virtue of his truthful innocence, dodged a bullet simply by the amount of emotion that was in his voice when he answered her.

"Nice isn't the word I'd use" he started. "Amy I've never felt anything like that... EVER, and I didn't want it to stop... EVER and if you don't marry me some day, so I can do that whenever I want, I don't think I'll EVER get married because it couldn't POSSIBLY be better with another girl."

Phillip was suddenly covered with wiggling, warm, naked girl. She was so excited that she actually bit his shoulder and drew blood with the sharp corner of one tooth. Then she kissed him everywhere she could get her lips until he had to tickle her to get her off of him. He ended up lying stretched out on the floor beside her, holding her two wrists above her head with his hands.

Still she fought with him, giggling now, and licking him instead of kissing. He rolled on top of her and pinned her butt to the floor with his weight, sitting on her hips. Her hands were slightly higher than her head now, and firmly held to the floor by his hands. Now she couldn't reach any part of him to lick and she panted, trying to catch her breath. Her hair was ha lf covering her face and she tried to shake her head and then blew with her mouth, but she couldn't move it all.

"Help me" she ordered, apparently oblivious of how helpless she was.

"I'll help you" he growled and he scooted down until he was sitting on her thighs and began licking and sucking her nipples.

Amy squealed and laughed and ordered him to stop, but he was through taking orders for the day. He got her nipples hard until, if she'd been standing, she could have hung a necklace on them. His cock got hard again, and he wiggled until it was lying in the crease between her legs, the head resting on her still messy mons.

"I could help you with that" she panted, raising her head and looking at his prick.

"I don't need any help" he said, still growling.

He lay forward on her, with his legs outside hers so she couldn't actually spread her legs very much and began to slide his slippery cock up and down the crease in her legs.

"I might let you help me in a minute" he said, having fun just rubbing up against her.

Then, to both their delights, his cockhead found her newly deflowered opening and plugged into her pussy. Now her legs pressed hard, trying to fly apart, and he had to carefully lift one knee and put it inside her legs, without pulling out of her, and then the other. Her thighs opened wide for him. With a sigh of contentment he slid the rest of the way inside her until, with a wet squelch, their pubes meshed again.

"Please let go of my hands" said Amy in a little girl voice. "I promise I won't bite."

Phillip did and her hands flashed to his back, pulling him down until he was lying full on her. He was sure his weight would be uncomfortable, but she pulled and moaned her appreciation at the feel of him covering her as he pushed deeper, always trying to get more cock in her.

"I love this" she moaned. "I can't believe I made you wait as long as I did."

"We shouldn't even be doing this now" he moaned back, but made no effort at all to pull out of her.

"Oh yes we should" she groaned back, pulling his face to hers for hot kisses.

Their lovemaking this time was less hurried and more experimental. She tried things with her hips and the muscles she hadn't ever felt until they were in contact with a hard cock to push against. He played with his ability, being on top, to move this way, and that way and was able to tell from her reaction which ways she liked the best. He went back to that little half circle he'd discovered by accident and she came like a rocket going off, saying his name mixed in with thank you over and over again.

This time, when he felt the need to cum he put his mouth by her ear and said "I'm going to cum in you one last time before we start using protection." Her hips went crazy as she chanted "Yes" over and over again until she felt the warm balm of his offering. Phillip froze over her, his face a rictus of what looked like agony. The only thing moving on his body was his cock as it jumped and spat a thick stream of sticky sperm into Amy's belly.

As the last of his sperm flowed into his lover, he pulled on her and rolled until she was on top, draped limply over him like a blanket, her head on his chest as they both caught their breath and rested.

When Amy finally lifted her head to see what time it was, she barely had enough time to get Phillip in the shower so he could get dressed so he could go back home on time. She had to go into the bedroom to get Sam up. She and George had fallen asleep, naked, after they had made love.  As Phillip got out of the shower, Amy pushed a naked Samantha in.

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The next Wednesday, Sam expected her menstrual flow to start, but it didn't. Neither did she have any of the signs of what would, in a later decade, be called Pre-menstrual Syndrome. There were no home test kits in those days. Either a girl went to the doctor to see if she could kill a rabbit, or she waited.

Sam waited. She couldn't admit to her parents that she might be pregnant. And, sometimes, girls were late.

That weekend they went to a movie. Sam had told George. George then confided in Phillip, and he told Amy. This was the first chance they had all had to be together. There was an uncomfortable silence as they drove toward the theater. There wasn't much to talk about, though Phillip did ask Amy if she was afraid the same thing would happen to her. She confidently shook her head. "I don't think so" she whispered. Then she kissed him on the cheek and said "And I don't care if it does."

That was supposed to make him feel better, but it didn't. That night, when George stopped to put a dollar's worth of gas in the station wagon, it was Phillip who went into the bathroom and bought four rubbers for a quarter apiece.

With every quarter Phillip dropped, Fate growled his unhappiness.
The two couples sat in the theater, holding hands, thinking about... things.

Nobody had any sex that night.

The next weekend, Sam showed up with Phillip in tow at George's house. She had a Monopoly Box under her arm, and the four of them played until it was time for them to go home.

Their kisses were warm and loving when they all parted, and the boys' hands flitted all around the girl's bodies, but stayed outside their clothing.

The week after that they didn't feel like playing a game and George didn't want to go to a movie. He put two blankets in the car and drove them to the lake again, to the same place where he had taken Sam's virginity and possibly made her pregnant.

"We need to talk" he said, putting the blankets on the ground. Phillip and Amy started to walk away but he said "No, you two need to stay."

All four sat in a circle and they talked about what to do if Sam was, in fact, pregnant. When Amy said she and Phillip didn't need to be there, her brother leaned over and, in a serious voice, said "Yes you do. You and Phillip might be in the same situation." Amy started to deny it, but George said "We HEARD you Amy. You were yelling loud enough to wake the dead!" 

Amy hung her head.

George turned to Sam. "I love you. And I'm not running out on you."

Sam cried then, and said "But we're only seventeen and by the time we graduate I'll be as big as a house. They don't let you go to school when you start showing."

George got up and paced. "I went and talked to a recruiter yesterday" he said.

Everybody got deathly still. 

"He said that after Basic Training we can get married. They'll take me now."

"The Army?" asked his sister. The thought of her big brother being gone suddenly seemed awful.

"Yes. The Air Force and the Navy both want you to graduate first, but the Army will take me now. My parents would have to agree, but I think they will."

"But where would we live? HOW would we live?" asked Sam. She'd never been further than fifty miles from home, except on vacations, when the whole family was with her.

"Sweetheart, they pay a hundred dollars a month. And that's just for me. For you and a baby I'd get an extra almost eighty dollars a month. That's a hundred and eighty dollars a MONTH!" said George, who was excited at the very idea of making so much money. "I asked Dad and he said our house payment is forty two dollars a month, and look at how big our house is. With that kind of money we could have our own car too Sam."

Samantha looked doubtful, but George was on a roll, being the big brother and head of household. He turned to Amy. "What about your situation? Are you late too?" he asked.

Amy jumped to her feet to. She was irate. "First of all it's NO business of YOURS whether I'm pregnant or NOT!" She moved toward him, standing right in front of him so close that her breasts were touching him. Her hands were on her hips and she looked up at him with a frown on her face. "And if I AM pregnant, then Phillip and I have some talking to do, and we'll have to tell Mom and Dad and HIS Mom and Dad and then make some decisions. But it will be US who make those decisions, George, and NOT YOU!" 

By the time she yelled "YOU" she was pushing against him so hard that he stepped back.

Amy would have been even more pissed if she knew that what George was actually thinking about during her lecture was how her breasts felt pressing into his stomach, and what they had looked like in the pool and even what they might taste like.

But he knew what to say to get her to calm down. "OK, OK, don't get your panties in a wad."

After more discussion they decided to wait one more month, just in case Sam had missed her period for some other reason than what they all pretty well knew it had to have been. That would also give them time to see if Amy had her next period, which was due within the next week.

During that time they all refrained from having intercourse. There were two hot and heavy sessions during which they discovered what the world would later call "69". For George and Sam, that was a wonderful release, especially for Sam, who had two or three orgasms before George shot her throat full of his cream.

For Amy and Phillip, though, it didn't work out as well. They both loved the taste of each other. That part was fine. And Phillip learned enough that he got her off, but it still wasn't enough for Amy. The second time they did it, Amy, figuring that if she was pregnant it couldn't hurt, and that if she wasn't, it was too close to her period to be dangerous, demanded to be filled with Phillip's wonderful long, strong prong. She never came as hard as she did when she felt his warm spunk squirting all over the inside of her pussy.

When, two days later, Amy started her period, they all celebrated, but Amy made a rule that they couldn't do ANYTHING other than kiss unless it was within four days before, or after her period.

For the rest of that month they played board games together, went to the movies, went roller skating or bowling, or just sat and talked. Phillip turned sixteen and they celebrated together, but he didn't have a party.

Sam missed her next period too.

It was predictable how the parents would react. It was 1961, and only bad girls got pregnant out of wedlock. It was shameful and lots of parents shipped their daughters off to live with some relative far away until the baby could be born and adopted out. Then the girl could return home with the neighbors none-the-wiser.

The first thing both parents did was forbid their children to see each other. When George's father suggested he would pay for an abortion, George gritted his teeth and announced he was going to join the Army. When his father laughed at that George knocked him down. The story of the resulting fight would be told and retold for decades at family reunions.

In reality it was pretty much a draw, but it ended with them talking about things, instead of either one of them dictating what would happen.

That incident also got Phyllis and Margaret together again. This time they included Sam, who gave them the kind of information about possible future plans that gave them all some hope. In the end, it was agreed that Sam and George would get engaged. George would be "encouraged" to further research this Army idea he had.

Neither mother thought to ask about what kind of relationship Amy and Phillip had, and Sam decided not to open her mouth about it.

As things progressed, George did, in fact join the Army. Sam insisted that they get married before he went off to basic training, but continued to live with her parents. While George was gone, both sets of parents observed that Phillip seemed to end up over at Amy's far more often than anyone would have thought was normal, considering how they had moaned and groaned about having to chaperone their siblings in the first place.

Then, one night, Amy's mother saw them kissing.

Phyllis and Margaret met again. They weren't taking chances this time. The relationship was forbidden. The parents congratulated themselves for nipping another "situation" in the bud. After all, the children were only fifteen. They'd forget all about each other in a few months and all the parents involved had already decided that children shouldn't even be allowed to date until they were eighteen.  Maybe even twenty-one.

Now Sam DID speak up. She tried to tell her parents that they were making a mistake. No one listened to her. She was just a seventeen year old pregnant girl who was married, but still living at home.

They still got to see each other at school, but that just amounted to torture.

Amy's grades had always been mostly As and a few Bs. Her next report card was straight Ds.

Phillip had been a solid B student. His report card had two Fs on it. He failed his driver license test and didn't appear to care.

They quit taking care of their appearance. They were surly and uncommunicative at home. They had to be dragged places, and then they embarrassed their parents by being vulgar or rude. Their rooms were trashed all the time and no kind of punishment made any difference in either their attitude or behavior. If things didn't improve soon, there was no way either of them would have the grades to attend college.

Paul Kennedy, Amy's father, told Amy that, if she straightened up and brought her grades up, he'd buy her a brand new 1961 Chevrolet Bel Air for her sixteenth Birthday, which was only three months away. Amy suggested that, since she didn't want a stupid driver's license, and wouldn't drive the stupid car, it would be a pretty stupid present.

The parents got together and blamed Rock and Roll for the problems.
George came back from Basic and no one recognized him. He was tall, fit and confident. He had done so well he was already a PFC and he had been chosen for a special assignment. He was to go to a special school to try to become a Green Beret. If he was able to do that he would be a member of a team of advisors in a far away place. It was called Viet Nam, and no one had ever heard of it before.

George also had two months pay in his pocket, and two weeks of leave before he had to report back to the Army. He'd be gone for a year after that, but he got extra pay for this job. With all of his entitlements, he'd be getting over $230 per month. That was almost as much as his father made at the factory, and he was a supervisor!

In those two weeks he and Sam found a small two bedroom house and furnished it with castoffs from family and friends, and from a few auctions and yard sales. Suddenly, Sam was a housewife. True, she had a swollen belly, but none of her neighbors knew or cared when the child had been conceived. All they knew was that her husband was in the Army and was going to be gone when the baby was born. The women who lived nearby gathered around her like protective hens. They all cried with her when George shipped out to the school where, it was said, he might actually be required to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.  He'd have a parachute on, of course, but it still seemed odd.

Sam's new house also created an opportunity for Phillip and Amy. It gave them a place to meet in secret. Phillip, of course, had no problem getting permission to go to Sam's. She was getting bigger and bigger now and often needed help with one thing or another. And, since he was being kept away from the girl he loved, he hated sitting around his parent's house anyway. So, when Sam called one day and asked his parents to send him over to climb a ladder for her, and they ordered him to do it, he pretended to be angry about it, but was glad to go.

He was astounded when he arrived and found Sam and Amy sitting at the kitchen table, drinking Nehi grape soda. Sam had simply called up Amy's parents and asked if Amy could come over to visit. Amy's parents had finally come around and decided their new daughter-in-law was a fine young woman, who was going to give them their first grand child. They thought nothing of her wanting to see her sister-in-law.

Phillip and Amy crashed together in a hot embrace. Neither could keep their hands off each other. Their kiss was broken up by Sam.

"Look you guys. I don't mind you getting together over here, but you can't end up like this." She patted her bulging belly. "So here's the rule. Any time you're here, I have to be in the same room as you if you do anything. I mean... well, you know what I mean. And I'll tell you right now, I'm not going to let you have sex in my house."

Amy drew in a breath to complain and Sam cut her off. "Not unless Phillip wears a rubber, anyway."

"Where am I going to get rubbers?" whined Phillip. His cock was so hard it hurt him. He was sixteen now. The idea of riding his bike to the gas station to buy a rubber out of the machine was beneath him now.

"You'd be surprised what being pregnant and married will get you. Nobody asks me how old I am any more. I even bought George beer at the liquor store when he was home on leave. I can get you rubbers. They'll look at me funny, but I can get them. That's the rule. OK?"

Both younger teens agreed immediately, but there wasn't anything they could do about it that night. Phillip DID learn a valuable lesson that night, though. It was a lesson that would probably be the most important lesson of his young life. He learned that not having sex with your girlfriend when you really REALLY want to won't actually kill you.

Instead, he and Amy just sat and talked and kissed and stared into each other's eyes.

It was, all things considered, a wonderful night for Phillip and Amy, even though both wanted more. Being able to be together again was so valuable to them that they gained some self control. Three hours later Sam made her brother leave because she was so tired that she was going to fall asleep, and she knew what the young couple would do if she did.

On his way out Phillip stopped and hugged his sister. "You need to get the rubbers soon" he rasped, looking at Sam. She just grinned and pushed her baby against him.

That was the pattern they slipped into for the rest of the school year. They met at Sam's as often as they could and, even though she provided Trojans for them, they didn't use them very often. For one thing neither of them liked the feel of his sheathed prick in her. 

I know what you're thinking.  You're thinking they were taking chances.  But when I said they 'didn't use them', what I meant was they elected not to have sex.  That's right.  They liked having sex bareback so much that they'd rather just go without than do it with Phillip's prick in a bag.

Occasionally, for a VERY special occasion, and when Amy had just finished a period, she would let him slide his naked cock in her equally naked pussy. They made those times last, sometimes coupling for an hour or more, kissing and talking until they'd both strain to reach a climax. But even then Phillip pulled out and she swallowed his warm spunk, loving his cock with her mouth. When they were finished with THOSE sessions, Sam sat with glazed eyes and her hand still in her pants from masturbating herself while she watched them.

But those occasions were rare. They made do with oral sex, or no sex at all most of the time. Both realized that a pregnancy in Amy at this point in her life would ruin things for them, and neither wanted that. Instead they dreamed about how things might be some day and studied together at Sam's. Their grades improved.

All the parents gathered every once in a while to play cards, or go bowling. It was at one such get-together that Margaret mentioned Amy was at Sam's house. Phyllis turned white and sat up straight. "So's Phillip" she said, her voice tight. The card game came to an abrupt ending and all four parents decided to go visit Sam.

When they walked into the kitchen unannounced, they found Amy on one side of the table, quizzing Phillip on Algebra equations. School books were spread all over the table, and it was obvious that nothing... suspicious... was been going on.

There was some shouting. Sam told everyone to be quiet and asked the parents when their children's grades had come back up. That was when the parents found out WHY their grades had come back up. In the end the adults threw up their hands and begged the kids not to make the same mistakes their elder siblings had. Margaret quietly obtained birth control pills for Amy and told her "I don't want to know if you need these or not... but I want you to take them." Amy simply held out her hand for the packet.

After that their lovemaking increased, but they still engaged in it only for special occasions. And Phillip still pulled out so Amy could drink his seed. Even the pill wasn't a hundred percent effective.

Sam gave birth to a bouncing baby girl, who she tearfully named Georgette, to the disgust of her mother, who had pushed hard for the name of her own grandmother - Beatrice. Amy spent almost all her free time at Sam's. Phyllis, got over her funk about the name of the baby, and was enjoying her new role as a Grandma. She insisted on "helping out" around the house while Sam got to know her baby and learned how to take care of her, so was also there a lot. In the process she got to know Amy pretty well too, and decided that this young girl had a good head on her shoulders.

To everyone's relief, George came home a month later, safe and sound. He still had a year to go on his enlistment, but he was now a Corporal and was going to be assigned to a basic training unit to help train the flood of soldiers who were going to be sent to that far away place. Before he could be sent back there, his enlistment would expire. One of the first things he did was talk to Phillip, explaining that Phillip should think long and hard before he joined the service. He wouldn't tell Phillip what it had been like in that far away place. All he said was that Phillip wouldn't be interested in doing it too.

Phillip had already been thinking about that, though not in those terms. He was thinking about joining the Air Force and, to prepare, had gone to summer school and taken extra classes, which would allow him to get his High School diploma in December. Based on his continued discussions with George, he enrolled in welding school instead of joining the service.

The first of May was a happy day in both households. Phillip passed an important test, performing difficult welds flawlessly on a variety of materials, none of which were magnetic. As a result, he was offered a welder's apprentice position at a company that was going to make part of the Army's newly designed M-60 tank.

In Amy's house there was excitement as she announced she was going to the Prom and asked her mother to help her design and make her Prom dress.

"I didn't think Phillip would ask you to a High School dance since he already graduated." said her mother, with a twinkle in her eye.

"Actually I asked HIM to take me." said Amy smugly. "I felt very modern when I did it."

Margaret stopped for a moment. She looked up at her daughter's beaming face. "You really like Phillip, don't you?"

"I love him, Mother." said Amy. "I know you think it's just puppy love, and that we're too young, and all that. But look at Sam and George. They're gloriously happy. I know things haven't worked out for them like you and Daddy might have wanted, but they're happy mother. Isn't that worth something?"

"That, my way-too-smart daughter, is the whole point." murmured her mother. "Your father and I want you to go to college," she said.

"And I will" said Amy. "If it works out that way. I don't know what's going to happen. All I know is that I haven't been interested in any boy besides Phillip for over two years. NONE, mother... not even once."

Margaret just groaned and continued making measurements.

Even though it was a home-made dress, Amy was heartstoppingly beautiful in it, as far as Phillip was concerned.

Prom was anticlimactic for Phillip, and a dream come true for Amy. She held his hand all night and danced every dance with him. He'd gotten pretty good at the fast dances, and for the slow ones they usually danced Amy's style, close, holding each other tightly. Once he insisted on whirling her around and around, like the waltz he had done with her in the grass so long ago.

At a break they went outside to catch their breath, gulping punch and laughing.

Amy put her cup on the handrail and held Phillip's hands. "Do you love me Phillip?" she asked.

He snorted. "You know I love you."

"Let's go for a ride," she said, pulling on his hands.

"But the Prom's not over!" he said. He'd had to pay nine dollars and fifty cents to rent his Tux and he wanted to get his money's worth.

"Let's go for a ride," she said again.

Phillip had learned a lot about dealing with women in the last year. He thought about his options and said "OK."

Amy was driving. She'd insisted, since she had asked him to the prom. Her father had, in fact, honored his pledge and her shiny new white-over-red Bel Air hummed along the highway quietly. They rode in companionable silence until she turned into the park at the lake.

"Remember this place?" she asked, driving deeper into the dark park.

"How could I ever forget this place?" he said, a smile in his voice. "I saw the woman of my dreams naked here." He let some mischief creep into his voice. "I should introduce you to her... you'd like her."

The car swerved as she slapped his arm and he laughed. She drove to the same circle parking lot and turned the car off, removing the key.

"Aren't you going to leave the radio on?" asked Phillip, assuming she'd brought him here to dance in the darkness.

"No" she said, and got out. She went to the trunk, opened it and pulled out two blankets. "I asked Sam if I could borrow these," she said. Then she walked off into the dark.

Phillip hurried after her and caught up as she was spreading one of the blankets. He helped her and then watched as she shook out the second one and dropped it.

"What are you doing?" asked Phillip. She was in her prom dress and he was in a Tux. Neither of them was dressed for cuddling on a blanket.
"What I've been wanting to do for over a year, Phillip."

Then she began taking her dress off.

Phillip stood, mouth open as he watched. He'd seen her do this before, of course, many times in fact. But he was taken back to a night almost two years before, when this same girl had taken her clothes off in the moonlight and he'd watched.

When she got her dress off she laid it carefully down on one end of the blanket, so it wouldn't wrinkle. She stood in bra and panties and looked at him.

"I don't want to be the only naked person here," she said in a flat voice.

Phillip came out of his trance and began to climb out of his penguin suit. He dropped items on the blanket and Amy picked them up and laid them with her dress, scolding him gently about wrinkles. Then she stood up and dropped her bra before sliding her panties down.

She stood back up naked and Phillip's heart pounded in his chest. His prick was tenting his shorts.

"Gee, you look familiar" she said, bending over and talking to his briefs. Then she pulled them down and his rampant boner flopped in the moonlight. "Awww he looks cold... all frozen like." she teased.

In truth it WAS chilly, and she pulled him down and then pulled the second blanket over them as she snuggled up to his hard body.

"I know someplace he could get all warm" whispered Amy into Phillips ear.

She tugged at him, kissing him and pulling him on top of her as she spread her legs to give him room. He wasn't fumbling this time, and fisted his cock, bringing the tip to her opening. There were twin sighs as he slid home, deep into her.

She pulled on his butt cheeks, holding him deep, letting him soak in her warmth.

"Phillip?" she said.

"Hmmm?" he answered.

"Would you marry me?" she asked.

There was no hesitation in his voice, almost as if he'd practiced and was waiting for her to ask. "You're not supposed to ask me. I'm supposed to ask you."

"Oh" she sighed, squeezing his cock with her internal muscles. "Well, are you going to ask then?"

"I'm going to be a welder Amy," he said.

"And I'm going to be a teacher some day," she said back.

"Do you WANT to marry me?" he asked.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" she came back. Her pussy muscles squeezed him again.

"Well, if I thought you'd say 'yes' I might ask you," he said, his breathing getting deeper.

"So ask and see what I say." she told him. She milked his cock again.

"I don't think you're supposed to ask a girl to marry you when you're... doing this," he moaned.

"Phillip Rollins are you going to marry me or not?!" She dug her long, sharp fingernails into his buttocks.

"OW! YES! I'm going to marry you! Now STOP THAT!" he yelped, trying to get away from her nails. All that did was press him deeper into her pussy.

"Thank you," she said, almost primly. "You know these blankets are the same ones that Sam and George were using that night we saw them... doing this." It was a statement, but sounded like a question.

"Really?" asked Phillip as he drew out a little and then pushed back in.

"Yes they are" she breathed, bucking her pussy up at her lover. "They might even be the blankets they were lying on when George got her pregnant." She pulled his hips and made him do a circle to mash her clitty.

"Mmmmm you feel so good." moaned Phillip. He was done soaking and began to slid in and out of the woman he loved. "I'm not going to last very long tonight. Sorry," he groaned.

Amy pulled him down for a tongue swapping kiss. "That's OK" she said.

"I'll tell you when I'm close," he said, falling back into their routine.

"This is a special occasion. You don't have to take it out tonight." she breathed into his ear.

"Really?" his voice went up. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure" she panted, matching his strokes with thrusts of her pelvis up at him. The tip of his cock was prodding her cervix now, something they both loved. "I want to feel you spurting in me tonight" she moaned.

"I want to spurt in you baby," he moaned back.

"I quit taking the pill Phillip," she panted.

"But..." he thrust harder now, instinct pushing him to climax. "You could get pregnant!"

"Of course I could" she gasped. "Why do you think I brought you here?"

"But..." he actually tried to slow down, to stave off the inevitable, to follow their plan.

Phillip learned another valuable lesson that night. When a woman has a plan today, that doesn't mean it's going to be the same plan tomorrow.

"You said you'd marry me!" she gasped.

"Oh Amy" he cried out. And then he came. When she felt it happen she put those muscles to use again, squeezing and coaxing every drop of his creamy spend out of his prick and into her pussy, right by the mouth of her womb.

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Fate stood, arms crossed over his chest. He'd waited a long time for this, and he enjoyed it all the more as his plan for these two FINALLY came to fruition. These two had given him fits, but he'd been patient. Fate smiled, gave the couple one last longing look, and turned to attend to other issues in the world.

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At one in the morning, Amy dropped Phillip off at his house, giving him a lingering kiss before he got out of the car. When she got home her mother was waiting up for her. She looked sharply at her daughter, who had a look on her face that her mother had seen in the mirror when she had first been married, many years ago.

"Did you have a good time, dear?" asked Margaret.

"I had a WONDERFUL time!" sighed Amy. She looked at her mother's concerned gaze.

"He said YES, mother!"

"Yes?" asked Margaret.

"When I asked him to marry me. He said YES!" She crashed into her mother's arms and hugged her fiercely.

All Margaret could say was "What is this world coming to when a girl asks a man to marry her?"

Phillip arrived at the Kennedy house later that afternoon, with a diamond ring in his pocket, that he'd bought on credit with part of his very first paycheck. When he asked Amy's father for her hand in marriage, and when her father had hesitated, there had come a stern "DADDY!" from his little girl. 

With a wry smile he nodded and held out his hand.

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Epilogue

In the spring of 1968, two families gathered to watch Amy Rollins cross the stage to receive her Bachelor of Science degree in Elementary Education. It had been a long, hard road, but she had pursued her dream with all the tenacity she had pursued her man.

In the audience Phillip sat proudly. He pointed, talking to the six year old girl on his left knee. "See Sandra? That's Mommy!" Then he turned to the four year old boy on his other knee. "See Jimmy? See Mommy up there?"

As Amy received her sheepskin in one hand, and a handshake in the other, she heard twin voices squealing "Mommy Mommy!"

It was music to her ears.
