JZL11_10B: Confession Under Pressure -Telling My Story 
                           
Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
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JZL is my life story series.  You can find out more about the entire
series at http://www.asstr.org/~jeffzephyr/jzlstories.html, and more of
year 11 at     http://www.asstr.org/~jeffzephyr/jzleleven.html 
                            
At eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called sex.
- by Jeff Zephyr           (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000-2002.

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


JZL11_10B: Confession Under Pressure - Telling My Story


A lot had happened between Annie and me but the repeat of our first
fuck on Friday was the highlight.  Maureen interrupted her
dick-licking to ask questions, and that flowed right into her asking
about my dick and balls.  She tried lots of licks, hard sucking,
pulling the dick deep into her mouth, kissing it lightly, licking my
balls.  Sherry made suggestions too, and for a while my tale was
halted as Maureen got an up-close lesson about my sexual anatomy.

Sherry played with my nipples, and kissed them.  While not as big as
those on the girls, even Annie's, they certainly seemed to work to
give me pleasure.  The combination of the attentions of both girls
would have quickly brought me to orgasm.  But for some reason, I
encouraged them to slow down or stop each time it got too exciting. 
It was a challenge, to enjoy it without reaching orgasm, but I wanted
to finish up my tale before coming.

Thinking back, there was a reason for that.  An intense first orgasm
would relax me too much.  I'd want to rest, maybe even sleep.  But
even without that unhappy interruption, I knew that my desire for
release made it easy to talk.  I wasn't afraid of talking about some
very hot, very private sexual experiences.  I wanted to tell my tale,
get it off my chest so to speak.

I'd told Annie some things, with little comment from her.  We didn't
have a lot of time though, and spent most of that having sex, not
talking.  Today I had all day to explain everything . . . To find out
if I really could tell my friends everything.

Talking about what happened between Annie and me, especially the last
night, was great.  It also turned me on a lot to talk about making
love with her, and that made it hard to go on talking.  Talking with a
hard-on which was ready to explode was really hard to do.

But Maureen's interruptions to talk with me slowed things down some. 
It was beautiful watching her put her lips and tongue against the
sensitive places on my body.  Seeing the tip of my dick disappear
inside her mouth like a popsicle was, well, almost more than I could
stand.  But I had no choice, really.  This was her turn to enjoy my
body.

I wasn't ignoring Sherry either.  She had her hands on my chest, so I
stroked hers.  I loved the feel of her hard nipples under my fingers,
and the way she shivered when I stroked them.  It would have been so
easy to just give into the sensations, end our conversation.

Somehow though, I got through the tale of Annie and me.  I jumped
right back to the beginning.  Playing naked with Sheila the
babysitter, that surprised them. "Your parents were so mean to you,
spanking a baby kid like that," Sherry said.

When I got to Debbie, I discovered something.  I'd told them a lot
about Debbie already without realizing it.  I'd never done in all in
one go, but somehow they'd figured it out.  When I asked them about
playing naked after I moved back into the city, I'd told them I'd done
it.  I'd also talked about playing with Debbie, and that we'd been
very close.  I'd even said we got naked together, as a way of
suggesting that it was something OK to do because they'd cooled to the
idea before it got near to happening, I'd forgotten that I'd told them
so much.  But though they'd said nothing much about it then, they'd
thought about it a lot.

"I thought about being with you like you were with Debbie.  Naked in
the sun, on the farm, in the woods.  Even being in bed with you,"
Maureen told me.

Sherry added, "We got into bed together when we slept together. 
Sleeping only, then.  It was fun to talk about being naked with you,
having you to sleep over with.  I was afraid to try it at my house,
though.  I don't know, maybe it was because you were younger when all
this happened with Debbie, and now we are  more grown up.  I just
couldn't think of a way to ask you to play house and pretend to sleep
in my bed."

Maureen said, while stroking my hard dick softly with her hand,
"Besides, Jeff, you were always so serious with us.  You'd talk about
school, and then you'd rub our backs and legs.  It was, I don't know,
something different than just playing together."

"I think that we knew what that was about," Sherry said.  "Once a girl
starts bleeding between her legs, it's hard to feel all innocent about
touching like that.  I really liked it, but I was afraid to let it
turn into playing naked.  I liked you too much to just tease and play
around."

"You liked me too much for that also," Maureen said to Sherry.  Then,
she slid her mouth over my dick again, distracting me from commenting
on her words.  It wasn't their turn to tell their story anyway.  I did
want to know exactly how they got started making love.  Was I really
the inspiration?  Thinking that made me feel very special.

The way Maureen was sucking on my hard dick made me feel very special
too.  No more slow strokes, she was sucking up and down, licking
around the head while keeping it warm and tight inside her mouth.  She
sucked tight and hard, squeezing my come right into her mouth.  "I
love you, I really love you," I said, as she kept on sucking me until
I shot my come into her mouth.  I lay back, letting her hold my dick
inside her warm, wet mouth, while it softened.  She licked me up a
little, then sprang up beside me, to kiss me right on the lips.

Sherry kissed my neck, then my lips when Maureen let go to give us a
chance to breathe.  It wasn't easy for me to hold my breath so long,
but I didn't mind.  There was something magic about Maureen sharing me
so willingly with her friend, passing my come to my mouth, and the
taste of me to Sherry the same way.

Then, all there was between us was love;  Kissing and touching,
holding close.  I had one arm around each girl, and I turned back and
forth as each one kissed me.  I wished that we'd tried this out before
we had sex, because it was something really cool. I told them that
too.

 "It is really great that we are having sex, making love together. 
But you know, I really kind of expected that we'd kiss like this for a
month or two first.  You know what I mean?"

"Yeah.  But I'm sorry, Sherry and I got to do the kissing stuff for a
while before having sex.  You'll just have to be tough and have it all
at once," Maureen said.  She was laughing, but her eyes were serious. 
We were stuck as lovers, and it happened really fast.  I loved them,
and of course I didn't want to stop having sex now.

"Of course not," Sherry said, when I explained what I was feeling. 
"We didn't want to stop either."

"It would be stupid to stop," I said.  "It is just the most wonderful
thing to do."

"I did worry about it though," Sherry said.  "You know, especially
when we're in church."

Now, as I've mentioned before I was never a church-going kid.  But the
biggest thing about that is that I really didn't know that sex was a
sin.  More exactly, I didn't understand what a sin was, not in my
heart.  There was right and wrong, and you could explain the reasons
for everything.  But not sins.  I was totally certain, without a
doubt, that there was nothing wrong with sex.

I said, explaining my feelings, "There's nothing wrong with sex.  I
don't know about sins, but I know we can figure out what is right and
wrong.  Sex is a "right" thing.  It doesn't hurt us, it feels really
nice.  I can't see where it can be bad.  Not sex between boys and
girls, not between girls and girls.  Not even between boys and other
boys, though I hadn't done much of that except with Jack."

"I'd like to believe that," Maureen said. "Even just playing with my
pussy is like a sin, you know?"

"But everyone does stuff like that," I explained.  My arms were next
to my body now, so I let my hand slid between Maureen's legs as she
lay beside me.  "Touching here is a good thing to do, right?"

"Hmm, it sure feels nice," she answered softly as I slowly rubbed her
pussy.

I did the same with Sherry.  We kept talking, and I kept petting both
girls gently.  It was my turn to tell the story, their turn to please
me, but I couldn't think of a reason not to make them feel good too. 
Most important, I think I really got across the idea that there were
no sins, no bad place where you'd go if you just had sex with your
lover. 

It was one thing to say it, even to read about it in books.  But that
day, I discovered something for myself about faith.  I couldn't take
things just on faith.  I had to have explanations for the rules.  Dad
had been insistent about not letting us get corrupted by religion, and
that day I helped pass that on to my girlfriends.  Why should they
feel guilty for doing something good?  I knew there was nothing wrong
with us having sex.

I'd convinced myself, and my girlfriends both agreed to it.  I'm not
sure that they felt it quite as I did, right off, but they knew that I
believed they were doing the right things, and that was all that
mattered.

Sherry said, "I want to hear more about what you've been doing.  And I
want to thank you for loving me."

She turned to go after my dick, to do what Maureen had done for me.  I
squeezed her pussy gently, holding her tender lips between my fingers. 
I told her, "Just turn, don't move your pussy away from me.  I'd like
to touch you while you play with me, OK?"

Maureen kissed me on the lips, as Sherry did as I asked.  For a while,
I was overwhelmed with the sensations.  Sherry's pussy was moist, and
I slipped my fingers softly, gently into her wet opening and spread
the juice up her.  Her pussy felt hot in my hand, and it was almost
like fucking her, touching her like that.  Coupled with her gentle
exploratory licks all around my dick and balls, up to my navel, and
Maureen's kisses, I was lost in pleasure.

Excruciating pleasure, because Sherry was going so slowly that I'd
never come from her loving.  That was what I wanted, if I was going to
tell the story.  My body no longer wanted to cooperate with my
challenge, to hold off until I told it all. I tried rubbing her pussy
faster, feeling her clit push between my fingers, but she didn't
budge.  Oh, she moved, but she didn't speed up her attentions on me
enough to get me off.

Instead, she stopped and just held my dick in her hand, pulling on it,
looking at each side.  "It is neat, how your thing just fits into my
hand.  I can't hold Maureen the same way.  I can just cuddle your
penis, hold it in my arms.  Well, in my hand anyway."  She pressed her
cheek against it, like she was hugging my hard-on.  "It smells really
nice.  I like how it tastes too.  I'm still getting used to you, you
know?  It is kind of like doing this with Maureen, skin and all that. 
But not the same."

I knew what she meant.  Maybe better than she did, because I had more
partners to compare with.  Even between the girls I'd seen and tasted,
there were differences.  Yet we were all human.  I might have laughed
at her, because my first thought was `this is so obvious.'  But it
wasn't, and I told her that.

"I'm still getting used to it to.  I like how girls taste, skin and
sweetness and juicy stuff.  Not the same as boys, but it is really
nice."

I felt funny trying to compare girl and boy tastes, though I wasn't
sure why.  I mean, Sherry and Maureen were getting used to my boy body
just like I was enjoying learning about their girl bodies.

Sherry asked me to go on with my story, as she put her lips against my
dick and kissed the tip.

I talked more about Debbie.  I did slip in other things, including my
discovery of masturbation, shooting out semen, just last year.  But
I'd been thinking about Debbie, my naked girlfriend on the farm, quite
a bit lately.  I hadn't talked much about missing her, but now I was
almost crying as I talked about her.  The girls were so sweet about
consoling me for losing a girlfriend.

"I wouldn't be with you two if I hadn't moved back though," I said. 
"That is a good thing."

"Sure it is," Maureen said.  Sherry started sucking on me harder now,
licking a lot too.  It made me feel good, but I was still sad about
Debbie. "But," Maureen added after a pause to watch Sherry work with
my dick, "it doesn't mean you can't miss her.  You sounded so close to
her, like you'd have been with her like you are with us.  Or with
Annie, you know?"

I did know.  It was what I was thinking about, how things might have
been if I had stayed on the farm.  It just wasn't meant to be.  I was
glad that they cared about me, and understood about that.

"We don't have any place quite like your farm around here.  Nowhere
with no one for miles.  It is nice finding a hiding place like this,
or by the beach.  But it was really cool how you two could just lay
naked in the fields, watching cars on the highway.  Out in the sun."

Sherry stopped licking me to say, "We have sunshine here today.  I
kind of like this, doing it outside.  Being naked out here."

"I go out at night."

"You do, Jeff?" Maureen asked.  "Out where?"

"Just in the neighborhood.  Naked, I mean.  I also strip in the woods,
in the little forts we have.  Only my friends know about them, and not
all of them even know.  It feels safe.  You can look out, see people,
but they can't see you."

"That sounds like it might be fun to try out," Sherry said.  Then, she
licked my balls, just holding them in her mouth, sucking on them, and
I didn't talk for a while because it felt so good.  She was playing
with my dick, too, pulling on it and stroking it.  It all felt nice,
and I was happy for her.  I was her toy, her boy to play with, and I'd
let her do everything she wanted.

All the while I was rubbing Sherry's pussy gently, softly.  Slowly,
not pushing her to orgasm, just to enjoy touching her.  Maureen was
rubbing my chest, so I rubbed her body gently too.

I went on with my story, getting back to my return to the city, and
the fateful events.  Out of order again, I started with my birthday
last summer, the one where I met the girl on the beach.  It was
something like what we were doing, and we'd talked about it a little
before.  I still wasn't sure, and probably will never know, whether it
was purely an accident that her top slipped down, letting me see her
tits.  I called them that, not breasts, telling the story.  Tits were
something that big girls had, and hers were big for sure.  I think she
was an adult, though I was never sure of her real age. I'd let her
look at my dick and even hold it for a moment, and she'd shown me just
a flashing look at her pussy, while her tits were in full view.  Up
until her girlfriend showed up, and broke things up.  I wondered what
she thought of me, a kid.  Or maybe she didn't think I was too young,
because I was almost as tall as her.  The way her friend got mad at
the girl for playing with me, though, was as big a deal as seeing her
topless, or how she touched me briefly.

"My cousin suggested they might be Lesbians, and I remember getting
turned on thinking about that.  I never imagined that you'd be girls
like that.  I don't know if they were," I told them looking right at
Maureen, not Sherry.  "But I thought it was OK, if they were lovers. 
Even before I knew about you, I mean."

A lot happened over the summer and after, and I covered a bunch of
that.  Stuff with Jimmy and the boys, our strip poker games, and that
one nice time with Eileen.  My first strip poker game with a girl, and
I showed her more than I expected.

"Were you embarrassed, caught masturbating by a girl like that?"
Sherry asked me, again stopping her contact just when I was getting
really hot.  I felt funny about doing it this way, letting her play
with me and excite me, but not get me off.  All the nice contact was
really stimulating my memories, making it easy to think of every
sensation.

"No, like I said, it was kind of exciting.  A turn on.  She'd got her
top off in front of us, and I'd danced for her naked.  That was really
fun."

As I got into what happened over the summer, the braless girl who
smiled at me as I stared at her tits, that girl Becky who I thought
about kissing, and my boy friends, especially the sleep-overs with
Jimmy where us boys got naked together, I knew I was skipping
something really important.

It was something which I was surprised that Annie hadn't commented on. 
But then again, she didn't say much, other than things like "That's
nice," or "Go on, I'm listening."  Or most often, just "Uh huh," like
all of us kids did. Maybe it was too much for her.  I'm not sure how I
would have reacted to my story if someone else told it to me.  Annie
didn't tell me her story either, not really.  She let on that she
played with herself thinking of me, thought about getting naked with
me, and that she liked me.

Well, that part was all year long.  Annie had told me early in the
fall that she liked me as we walked home, and I ran home, skipping
with joy.  Even then, it was "liking" in the grade school romance
sense.  I didn't have to stop "liking" Sherry and Maureen, so it was
just fine if Annie and I were "in like" too.  Only now, I could see
that it really meant being in love.

When I got up to the present, I had to explain about last weekend with
my sister Cher. I'd told them before about seeing my sister naked, and
my parents also.  And of course, there was nothing at all odd about
seeing my brother like that when we shared a room and were both boys. 
I could have just left out what all happened between us, especially
last year in spring.

It wouldn't be telling all though, if I did that.  Our conversation
was kind of chaotic, not  in order, like memories often are.  Maureen
talked about what Sherry was doing to me, and we talked more about
what sex was about, period.  I mean, what the acts were, what we could
do, and so on.  Sherry would stop and ask me how this or that felt, as
she tried out different touches, licks, nibbles, and lots of different
places.  It all felt nice, of course.  I wondered the same about the
girls.  I knew the most sensitive spot, and it excited me to feel
Sherry's clitoris between my fingers . . .  Just touching her pussy at
all was exciting.  Sherry was spending a lot of time licking and
nibbling on the head of my dick, all around the sensitive ridges, and
she'd sigh in pleasure as I rubbed her hard button.

"If you moved your pussy over my head, I could lick it.  That is
called 69," I said.  I knew they knew what it was called, of course. 
I didn't want to suggest that they didn't know everything, so I felt a
little bad about saying that.  I went on, "I've done that with Jack. 
He doesn't really shoot come yet, and he won't suck me until I come. 
But it still feels really nice."

"You did that with your brother?" Maureen asked.  I'd more or less
implied that I had, but I hadn't said it outright.  Now I went on,
telling pretty much all I'd done with him.  Including getting into bed
naked just to cuddle and touch.

I couldn't stop there.  I'd told the girls about rubbing my naked
sister's back last weekend, and they said that was just nice.  Even OK
for me to get a bit excited looking at the girl's pussy.  I left out
what I'd done with her before, last year.  I knew it wasn't lying to
omit things, but it wasn't telling everything either.

"If I had a sister or brother I'd get naked with them," Sherry
explained.  But then, Maureen is like my sister, so I guess I already
did that . . .  Am doing that. I'm doing it with her," she said,
laughing.  She was talking with her lips touching my dick and it
sounded and felt funny.  But I could understand her just fine.

Then, I got to my earlier direct explorations of my sister.  And that
fateful day, my first all-the way-to-orgasm blow-job.  They seemed a
little shocked, but sympathetic.

"If she was a little older, like your brother maybe, she might even be
ready to have sex for real.  I don't know, if I had a brother like
you, I might let you lick my pussy, and I might even suck your dick,"
Maureen said.

Sherry didn't say anything.  But her movements became rapid and
intense.  My wish to eat her pussy as she did me remained, but I
didn't feel up to saying anything.  Maureen kissed my nipples, then
left a trail of kisses up my chest, my neck, right up to my lips.  I
came in Sherry's mouth as Maureen's was locked on mine.

I kept on kissing Maureen, but Sherry gave my body a break.  I heard
her open a soda and drink some, quite audibly, deliberately making
"glug, glug, glug," sounds as she cleared her throat.  I didn't mind
that, though.  I don't think I would have minded if she'd just spit my
come out.  I thought that she was just trying to do it as well as
Annie and Maureen were managing.  Especially Annie, who seemed to like
the taste.

My hand was still on Sherry's leg, and she slid back towards me in
order to allow me to rub her pussy again.  To my surprise, she licked
my navel, tickling me, then went down to my soft dick.

"This is still a little sticky here," she told us.  Then she started
licking it, slowly, sucking and swirling her tongue all over it, tip
to balls and all around.  It felt good, but too intense to handle.  I
didn't want to make her stop.  She was obviously enjoying it; Loving
me, trying to make me feel nice.  I told her to go really slow.  That
helped but it was still excruciatingly intense.  Not exactly painful. 
Maybe like rubbing an old sore.  It was just sensitive, making it
impossible for me to keep calm.  I couldn't relax enough to just enjoy
how nice it felt.

I told the rest of my story, as much as I could think of under this
onslaught of pleasure.  My only hope was to get that over with, so it
could be Sherry's turn to talk.

I was pretty sensitive down there now, after coming twice.  I'd
masturbated, come, then kept on going.  But I controlled the pace.  I
could just stop myself if it started feeling uncomfortable.  I could
have stopped Sherry, easily.  All I had to do was ask.

It didn't hurt, really.  It wasn't comfortable, but it was pleasurable
. . .  Too much, but that was OK.  I thought I was tough enough to
take it.  So I let Sherry go, enough to get me hard again. It did feel
nice.  I wanted her to have as much time playing with me as she
wanted.

I still wasn't ready to just do it again, go all out for another
orgasm now, though it might not have taken much more to make that
happen.  I reached the end of my story - or at least an end to it -
and said, "That's all, folks."

We all laughed.  I didn't do a great Porky Pig impression, but we all
knew what I meant.  It was time.  Time for me to explore my Sherry's
body.  Especially her pussy.  And, I hoped, discover all of her lovely
secrets.

I got up and stretched.  I could have just lay back down and gone to
sleep.  I wasn't tired, not exactly.  I'd felt sleepy after orgasm
many times, but this time was much more powerful.  I didn't want to
sleep, not really.  I wanted time to dream, to keep this moment locked
in my mind, over and over.  I was on edge, my dick overstimulated, my
body ready for more sex - but too close, too hot, I felt that if I
went for it I'd pass out from pleasure.  Walking around, looking at
the girls, I was still very turned on but my desire changed, moving
from my pleasure to theirs.

Sherry lay down, getting ready for me to do to her what she'd done for
me.  I really wanted to do it, too.  Ever since we were interrupted in
the alley this week, I'd been wanting another chance to make her feel
awesome.

Maureen kissed Sherry, a beautiful deep kiss.  She stroked our
friend's breasts, squeezing her nipples gently.  Maureen's breasts
couldn't jiggle at all, but Sherry's were just big enough to shake a
little, and that motion was very nice.  Sherry had her hands behind
her now, just letting Maureen make her happy.  Waiting for me. 
Maureen's legs were open so I could see her red pussy hair and the
delicious pink flesh between them.  Sherry had her legs spread wide,
making her pussy open wide for me.  My dick was hard and hurting.  Not
a bad pain, the pressure of desire filled me and I wanted fulfillment. 
Yet I wasn't ready, not yet, to do more with it directly, and I was
afraid that I'd pass out in pleasure if I tried.

Did you ever see the most beautiful thing in the world?  Something
that made you alive with joy, a celebration of the magic of life?

Standing, looking down at the naked bodies of my girlfriends, how they
were kissing, nipples hard in the daylight, was like that.  But their
pussies were the crown jewels, a masterpiece of loveliness.  They were
simply, absolutely beautiful. All of them, head to bare toes, all that
bare skin, it was too much.  Awesome beyond words.  The best thing
ever.

I wasn't being objective at all thinking that.  If I had been, I might
have found some flaw.  I didn't love them because they were the most
beautiful girls in the world.  I never picked my friends for how they
looked.  Why should I pick my lovers that way?

It would have made a marvelous picture.  I think that I'd still think
they were the most beautiful girls, magical to see, the best thing
ever.  I loved them, and their sexuality was a very special part of
what I loved about them.  Mostly, I simply loved them, my best
friends.  In my mind, it is still the most beautiful thing ever, or at
least tied for first place.

They let me just stand there, watching them, not saying anything. 
Could they see what I was feeling?  Did it show on my face?  Watching
them kiss, I could feel their happiness.

It was a epiphany . . .  A moment of discovery.  Of course I didn't
see it quite like that at the moment, but I knew that my life was
forever changed by this day.  Having sex, alone, was special but not
enough to change who I was.  Being in love, accepting that we were and
would be together, happy, that was a start.

At that moment, I decided that adult rules didn't apply to us.  Not if
they were arbitrary, as most rules were.  I was a child of the summer
of love, a soldier in the sexual revolution.

My parents made up such rules all the time, and long before I'd
decided that it was OK to break such rules.

"If there is no reason not to do it, why not do it if you like it?"

I just had to make sure I didn't get caught.

I explained all this to the girls.  It wasn't totally new.  But this
time, it really mattered.  What we were doing was a good thing for us
to do, rules be damned!

Some rules made sense. Look both ways before you cross the street. 
Well, sometimes that isn't enough, but getting hit by a car made it
easy to see that it made sense to pay attention to that danger.

Don't start fires -- the forest might burn down, the house, whatever
it was.  I could see the sense of that.

Don't hit your brother.  Don't steal.  I could see the harm done to
someone else by doing it.  I could imagine the pain if it was done to
me.

But the whole "Sex is a sin" thing made no sense at all.  People
obviously did it.  All the fucking time! Heh heh heh. 

Well, that is funny when you're a kid, I guess.

So we'd just keep it our secret because grown-ups, especially parents,
just wouldn't get that we were having sex properly . . .  Wisely, and
for love.  They wouldn't understand.  I already knew my parents didn't
understand me, or if they did, just barely.

I'd said this before, but not so strongly, so coherently.  Not so
certain that I was right.

If someone said it was wrong for my girlfriends to have sex,
especially together, I knew that it wasn't true.

Maybe getting into the philosophy of good and evil, and the
nonexistence of sin, was a strange conversation to have, especially in
the middle of making love.  But the girls seemed to get into it,
listening to me, seeming to accept all I said.  Even if I was wrong, I
was totally behind them being together. Which was a great way to begin
their side of the story, when I finally got down between Sherry's
legs.





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