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

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

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2003.  Please don't distribute in
an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

Eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called sex. - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000-2003.


JZL is my life story series.  You can find out more about the entire series at
http://www.asstr.org/~jeffzephyr/jzlstories.html, and more of year 11 at
http://www.asstr.org/~jeffzephyr/jzleleven.html.  This episode is at
http://www.asstr.org/~jeffzephyr/JZL11_10_Sitting_in_a_Tree_FUCKING.html.
     



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

Coding note: The participants in this story are age twelve, or almost twelve.  If I
was going to tell a fictional story of young love, I'd advance them to age thirteen. 
Why?  Because that makes them teenagers, not preteens, so they get to use the m
and f codes.  But we were slightly precocious, doing things maybe a year or so
ahead of "schedule."  Yet I think that our interaction was much like that of
teenagers, not little kids.  Real people develop at different speeds, and some of
them mature early.

JZL11_10 Sitting in a Tree on Saturday is a very long "chapter" in my life story. 
It only covers one day, but it is a very eventful day for us, with a wide range of
activities.

Sherry and Jeff...... Sitting in a Tree.  F U C K I N G!  (on Saturday)

JZL11_10J-P: Whatever happened after your honeymoon? .... the stuff after our
nap...

- 10O-

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

What else did I want?

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

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

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

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

What had I learned today?

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

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

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

We were more mature than other kids.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wanted to do it again with Sherry too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nope.  I'd have noticed that happening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You do pretty well too," Maureen said.

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

"I love you," Maureen said.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We weren't doing that yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How should I do it?" 

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

"But..."

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

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

"A pussy mouse," Maureen answered, laughing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


     
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