       JZL11_10N: How Many Kids Will We Have?!?

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...

- 10N-

JZL11_10N: How Many Kids Will We Have?!?

I knew that grown ups couldn't literally do anything they wanted.  But they could
do a lot more, things like what we were doing now and beyond, without worrying
about getting caught.  Or having to go home and be treated like a baby, no free
choices at all.

We talked about this kind of thing for a while.  What would it really be like when
we grew up?  Not likely to really be like The Jetsons, flying cars and spaceships
everywhere.  Rocket ships, for sure, but personal ones would be a long while
coming.

What else?  I don't know - but the future wasn't likely to be whatever we
expected.  Except for our own relationships.  Those we could figure out.  People
just weren't going to change that much, not in just a few years.

"How many kids are we going to have?" Maureen asked.

Up to this point, we'd only covered how we might live together - what sort of
house or houses, cars to drive, jobs we might do.  None of us had settled on any
goal like that yet.  Getting married, that was sort of obvious.  But we knew what
happened after that.  Every kid knew the rhyme.  Someday, if we married, we'd
have to think about baby carriages and all those things.

"It's supposed to be 2.4 children per couple.  You know, for normal population
growth rates?" I said.

No one said anything about what to do with four tenths of a child.  We knew what
statistics meant.

"Well, we are sort of like one big couple," Sherry said..  "But I don't think that
would be fair.  It would work out evenly.  Each girl would have one baby."

"But that would be only..." Maureen said, thinking.  " ... let's see, 1.5 kids per
couple.  Counting the couples as two each, that isn't enough.  It should be double
2.4, or 4.8."

Sherry said, "That is OK too.  One kid each, we can do that.  Then after we each
have one, we get two more."

"That isn't quite even," I said.  "But I suppose it is fair."

"Yeah," Maureen said.  "It kind of works out, because maybe one of us might have
twins or triplets.  Except that makes it even harder to keep it even."

"But if it is per couple," I said, "Then that isn't quite right either."

"What do you mean?" Maureen asked.  "Oh, how about this?  The couples they
talk about are boy and girl.  That means it is really per girl, if you count it like that. 
We have three girls to have babies, so that is 7.2 among us three.  So each of us
gets a chance at two, then we have one extra.  I figure that seven in the house is
probably enough."

"This is still confusing," Sherry said.  "I never thought we'd really need this math
for anything important, like family planning."  

We all laughed.  None of us were doing and learning math, or other things, really
for anything important in our future.  We just did it, because it was part of school
and because it was fun.  This stuff wasn't hard enough to need paper and pencil to
write it out.  

Then I thought of something which might require that.  "If a couple is a pair of
people, shouldn't we count every possible pair in the set?"

"Well, I suppose.  So, who are they?" Sherry asked.

"There's me and you," Maureen said.

"And Annie and Jeff," Sherry said.

That gets us two couples, two times two," I said.

"But we have more, don't we?  Sherry has Jeff, but I get to share so he is mine
too.  That makes two more," Maureen told us.

"Can we count Annie and you as a couple," I asked Maureen.

"Well, I guess, if we're counting all the possible ones.  Should count Sherry and
her too.  That makes another two.  So that is..."

She paused a bit, so I interrupted with "Eight.  Wow, and eight couples gives 17.6
kids!  Can we really have that many?"

"That wasn't exactly what I was thinking about," Maureen answered, sounding a
bit annoyed.

"What do you mean," I asked.  I thought I had the math perfect.

"Well, I was thinking about Annie and me. And Sherry.  Together.  Like this.  You
know, sleeping together." Maureen just popped the words out, big pauses between
them.

"OK," I answered.  I wasn't thinking so much about our current relationships, and
I was pretty sure that math aside, we weren't going to have eighteen kids anyway. 
This figuring-out stuff was just for fun, not practical things now.

"Jeff!  If Annie wants to do it, it's OK.  I mean, with any of us."

"That's nice," I said.  I wasn't sure if it mattered, because Annie had a chance to
do that and never took it.  I didn't think she wanted it, and wouldn't want it, so
why worry about it?

Maureen rolled up and on top of me.  I liked how she felt there, but not the look
on her face.  It wasn't like she was angry, not exactly.  Just something very intense
about it.

"Someday, we'll be grown up.  Maybe Annie will change her mind.  I just decided
that is OK.  I mean, it is really a good thing, isn't it?  If we are all going to be
together, I want it to be all the way together."

"What about other girls?" Sherry asked.

"I don't know about that.  Anyway," Maureen went on, "that doesn't matter. 
Annie is Jeff's, and since we're all going to be together in this big family, we need
to figure this out.  Now, you know?"

"I love you all, I really do," I said.

"I know that," Maureen said.  "So, where were we.  Oh, OK, 17.6 kids and three
girls to give birth to them.  That is about six each.  Very even, I like that.  Like
how snowflakes work out with six points, they are so pretty?"

Now I was getting confused.  Usually I felt I understood things when we talked.

"I don't know about having six kids, Maureen," Sherry said.  She rolled on her
side, cuddling up against both of us.  I felt her breast against my arm, and my
already hard dick jumped up into Maureen.  Right into her fuzzy pussy, distracting
me from this conversation.

"I think we have time to think about how many to really have.  We don't need to
follow anyone's statistics or rules, right?" Maureen said.

"Yep," I said.

"I was just thinking, though..."  Maureen said.  Then she kissed me, without
explaining what she'd thought.

When she moved up on me again, she said, "I'm not having any babies just yet.  So
we have to be careful when we do this."

"Do what?" I asked, feeling foolish because the wet warmth of her pussy let me
know exact what she meant.

"We can't do it next week.   I'm not sure about the week after that," Maureen
said.

"That's OK, " I said.  "I like licking your pussy too."

"You've tasted lots of pussies, right?" Maureen asked.

"I don't know if it is lots," I said.

Sherry said, "You've got me and Maureen.  We've only tried out each other. 
That's one for each of us only.  You've got Annie too.  And your sister.  That's at
least four."

"At least?" I asked.  "Those are the only ones I licked."

"Maybe you didn't lick the other girls, but you might have tasted something.  Or at
least smelled them?" Sherry asked me.

"I don't know.  Well, it isn't the same anyway.  What about Maureen and her
cousin?  She tasted her fingers, and that had pussy flavor on them?"

"Anyway," Maureen said, sort of changing the subject, "do they taste different? 
Are some yummier than others?"

"Umm...  Yeah, they aren't all the same.  But I like them all.  Why do you ask?"

Maureen said, "I don't know.  Just curious, I guess.  Well, we were talking about
Annie being with us, and I kind of wondered how it was different between her and
Sherry.  Because you've done it with both of them?"

Maureen stretched up, rocked back and forth a bit, and made it impossible for me
to think about the answer.  My hard dick rubbed against her vagina, and she
reached down and pressed it right into her.  I knew she was wet, and we'd been
almost fucking already, but there was no more "almost" about it.  I was deep
inside her, and she was moving slowly on top of me, giving both of us delight.

She was just rocking her body up and down.  Not her hips, not just down there. 
Sort of like a flopping fish, she stretched up, legs out, pushing her body up from
the top to bottom like a wave.  

"I like how you feel, Jeff," Maureen said.  She kissed me then, still slowly rocking
her body over me.  Kind of like a body massage, more than it was fucking.  As
fucking went, it wasn't.  My dick slipped out of her as she bounced around, and
she didn't seem to care.  She slid her naked body up and down, rubbing her pussy
against my dick without putting it back inside her.

We were still under the blanket, all three of us.  Sherry wasn't left out entirely,
because our arms brushed against her breasts, and Maureen's hips pushed into
hers.  She wasn't jealous, of course.  She never got jealous, and I believed her for
sure now, given how she dealt with me and Annie being together. 

But she did slide her hands between us, and tickled us both.  I don't mean stroking
and petting, she tapped and slapped her fingers lightly against our sides, making
both of us giggle.  She got one hand on my dick, and I think she already knew that
Maureen and I weren't exactly fucking.  Anyway, whatever it was she thought we
were doing, it suddenly changed.

Maureen rolled away from Sherry, grabbing at her but catching my belly instead. 
Now, I was entirely exposed to both girls.  On my back, arms trapped under them.  

I don't love being tickled.  I'm usually good at resisting it, but this was too
sudden.  I didn't mind that much, because it only lasted a bit before their hands
wandered downward.

My dick was still wet from Maureen, and hard.  One hand caught the top, the other
the base.  They squeezed and stroked gently together.  I almost came.  I felt my
orgasm coming.  The long arousal - all this time we were talking and cuddling, I
don't think it ever got totally soft - gave me a hair trigger.  But the girl with her
hand on the bottom, I think that was Maureen, squeezed really hard.  I'd
mentioned that trick, and I guessed that they remembered.  

I wouldn't have minded coming, even all over the blankets and everything. 
Maureen's "ride" on top of me was fun, lovely, but not quite satisfying.  Could the
girls really do that to each other without making this feeling of frustration? 
Neither one acted like they were doing anything bad, not really teasing.  Even the
tickling had been just a short game, not really for torment.  Playing with me.

It was fun being their toy.  It was more than that, truly.  But like other times, we'd
play with each other and touch, just because it felt nice.  This was way more
intense than tickling or back rubs.

Sherry kissed me.  Maureen kissed my neck, down my chest.  With my mouth
filled I couldn't speak, but it was very intense, so I couldn't stay silent.  I hummed,
maybe you'd call it moaning, almost like purring in my throat.  

They didn't let go of my dick.  As Maureen moved down under the blanket, Sherry
followed.  

I had one girl kissing my bare skin on each side.  Nipples, chest, abdomen - each
took a turn at my navel, licking it and tickling me a little.  But with their hands on
my hard dick, it was all pleasure.  

Their heads moved closer to their hands.  I felt their lips cross my hips, my pubic
mound.  I spread my legs, making it easy for them to reach their final destination.

Part of me wanted to pull the blanket off and watch.  Another said that this was
like doing it in bed at night.  We couldn't see anything then.   If the girls wanted to
explore me by touch and taste, no sights at all, that was perfect.  It would be like
we were making love in the dark, in our own home.

"Ay, oh, wow!" I said in surprise.  Maureen's lips enclosed the tip of my dick, and
the sensation was incredible.  

I thought about her question.  Sherry was down there too, I could feel my dick
popping out of a warm mouth and into another.  I'd tasted more dicks than they
had too, and I still wasn't sure which differences mattered.  But they were
different.  That was easy and obvious, no hard concentration needed at all.  I'd
already noticed the differences between the girls.  

It was all wonderful.  Like now, I couldn't tell for sure which girl had her mouth
on me.  They both loved me, and they both felt great doing it.  

I wanted it to go on forever.  It couldn't, but that wasn't the issue.  I had my
answer, and the strength, for the moment, to give it.

"You can go on eating me up forever.  Eat as much as you want, lick me up, never
stop.  Like when I eat your pussies, all of you.  Little pussy willows, little pussy
cats, every one is yummy and perfect.  Not the same, different colors, different
names.  I love you, eat me, love me." I trailed off, whispering, singing the words.

I felt funny saying it like that.  Silly.  I meant it, I think, but it wasn't like how I
usually talked.  The girls answered by sucking on my dick harder.  One caught my
balls.  I'd told them enough to let them know I loved the attention there, and
having one girl on them while the other held my dick in her mouth and sucked was
too much.

No, not too much.  It was close, though.  I was breathing hard, and very aware of
it.

I noticed something else.  The girls hands were somewhere, but I didn't feel four
of them on my dick.  Probably not even two.  I watched their bodies move under
the blanket, and realized that they were rubbing and bumping into each other as
they enjoyed my dick.

Somehow, I didn't quite feel like doing that myself.  Rubbing myself while I licked
pussy.  A little bit, maybe.  But if I was sharing with someone else, that was
different.  I thought so, and it made sense with three of us.

Who would get my come?

"Should I let you know when I'm going to come?" I asked.  It was going to
happen soon.  Talking, just saying this, distracted me a little.  But I knew that
Sherry wasn't so used to it, and whoever had her mouth on my dick had it in far
enough that it would shoot inside.

I thought it was Sherry, and she sucked even harder when I asked that.  Neither
one said anything. I had no more strength to protest, or act.  I was lost in pleasure. 
I was dying of it.  My dick was sore, and my balls, though I loved the attention
there, were feeling a bit used up too.  

I liked the feeling.  I'd never had sex like this before.  I tried to think of how I
might simulate this when masturbating.  But I didn't see how, and thinking wasn't
easy at the moment anyway.

They loved me, and they were consuming my passion parts in order to show me.

Then I came, and one got to truly eat me.  Or part of me, as I came into her
mouth.

The girls kept on sucking and licking.  I'd told them too, and though my balls were
now supremely sensitive, I willed myself to let them go on.  I'd tell them about this
later, I promised myself.  

But the girl down there moved up to my dick, sharing in licking it clean.  I figure
that most of my come went into the girl sucking on it.  

I knew which one it was, the girl on the right.  But they'd changed positions back
and forth, so I was no longer sure that it was Sherry.  Maureen started on that
side.

Did it matter?

I pushed the blankets down off us, and looked.  Sherry was sucking on my dick,
gently, softly.  Maureen's face had just a bit of my come on her.  She was on my
right.

It felt great.  But I knew, I'd hoped it was Sherry because...

I didn't want to quite admit it.  But it was because that was all Sherry was going to
do with me.  For a while, at least.  I loved how oral sex felt.  Sherry had certainly
done it, well, without reservation.  I mean, she was happy about doing it.  But I
wanted her to be more than happy about it.

I loved Annie's enthusiasm for dick sucking.  It paralleled how I felt about pussy
licking. 

Was I jealous?  I mean, I knew how much Sherry liked eating Maureen's pussy. 
Did this mean that I was missing out on something?

"I loved what you did for me down there," I said.  "Do you think, Sherry, that you
could, uh..."

She was licking me up so nicely.  Her eyes open, looking up at me.  She was more
than just sucking, she was licking and gently tasting and kissing me all over
between my legs.  Sort of like what she did with Maureen.

"That's nice," I said.  I didn't care, Sherry loved me.  I thought about it.  Sure,
she'd drunk soda to clear the taste, but she hadn't gagged, or said a thing about
not liking it.  She'd also sucked me off, swallowing neatly with no chaser or
whatever, in the alley.

I hoped that I could do it so easily if I sucked off a boy for the first time.  Or first
few times.

Pussies didn't shoot out come.  Not the same as dicks. Not that I'd ever seen. 
Anyway, oh, I loved what she did for me, licking me there.  Even licking off my
come.  I had no reason to complain, so I didn't.

I was very content to just lay there and let Sherry lick me gently.  It was really nice
of her, but my thoughts were still nagging at me.

Maureen slid up next to me and kissed my neck.  Then my lips.  I was saved from
saying something about this, which might have been selfish.  I don't know if it was,
but afterwards I was glad not to bring up the idea that way. 

Sherry finished.  I wasn't getting hard again, though it felt good and was really
arousing.  If she'd kept on, I probably would have gone along with it and got hard
again.  Instead, she lay by my side, the other side from Maureen, and kissed me
too.

No one said anything.  I figured they were waiting for me to say something, but I
wasn't ready to speak yet.  I liked just feeling them by me, reveling in the
afterglow of love.  Sex, orgasm, anyway, it all blended together when we did it.

     
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