Chapter Three

Pammy looked at Jilly.  I gathered that they hadn’t been playing since Mom’s grocery trip.  “Guess what!” she said.

“What?” said Jilly.

“I got him to do it in MY mouth,” said Pammy.  “I LOVE it!”  Pammy jumped up and down as she related the story.

Jilly looked at me.  “Dan,” she said, “can I see it?”

Pammy dropped to her knees in front of me and Jilly joined her.  “Look,” Pammy said. “Just take it out like this.”  She reached her fingers through the fly of my PJ’s and my hard little dick popped out.

Jilly squealed with glee.  “Oh, I have been looking forward to this!”  Her head darted forward and she sucked me hungrily into her mouth.

Pammy looked at her best friend sucking her brother’s dick.  “Hey, my turn!”  And she took Jilly’s place.

“Guys,” I said.  And these weren’t guys.  These were two cute, sweet, willing, hungry, sexy little girls.  “We need to go to the bedroom.”

A minute later there was a nude twelve year old boy and two naked ten year old girls in the bed.  A group hug was also a group grope.

Since Pammy’d already had a session today, she was stroking my balls and dick as I licked Jilly.  As my face was buried in Jilly’s juicy pussy, I felt something completely unexpected and Pammy started kissing and biting my upturned butt.  I lifted my face from Jilly’s pussy.  “Gosh, Pammy, that feels GOOD!”

“What’s she doing?” Jilly asked breathlessly.

“She’s kissing and biting me on my butt and playing with me with her hand while I’m licking you,“ I said.  I returned my tongue to its home in Jilly's juicy pussy.  I ran my tongue from bottom to top, up the entire length of your young slit, gathering every bit of juice it contained, and then I swallowed, savoring the taste and feel.  Then my tongue found the sensitive tip of her little clit.  We didn't know it was a clit.  To us it was her “button”.  I gently flicked with my tongue and sucked it and the surrounding flesh between my lips and kept flicking gently.

“Ooooh.  Don’t stop!”  Jilly’s hips bucked into my face as my tongue returned to her sweet, juicy little girl pussy.  I found out that gently flicking her little button really caused her to push my face into her pussy with my hands, and her breath was coming sharp and hard, with little “Nnnn, nnnn, nnnn” with each thrust.

The “Nnnnn’s” started stringing together and then turned to a little squealing scream, “Eeennnnnnnnnn!” and then her hips fell back against the bed.

“I think Jilly just did it,” I said.

“Uhhhhh-huhhhhh,” said Jilly, breathless.  “Mmmmmmmm.  Uhhhhhh-huhhhhh...”

I sat back on my knees with Pammy’s arms around me as she pressed against my back.

“Now,” said Pammy.  “It's MY turn.”

She laid back and pulled her knees up, spreading her pussy to my eager mouth, and there was another delightfully juicy little girl wanting to be licked.  Jilly turned on her side facing me and Pammy and watched Pammy closely as I began savoring that sweet eager pussy. Pammy's pussy had a slightly different taste.  I guessed some of that had to be left over from our early afternoon fucking.

“Oh, yeah,” Pammy said, clapping her hands to the crown of my head.  “Just right THERE!  Use your tongue!”

Tongue, meet button.  Happy meeting.

Pammy was quivering and meeting my tongue flicks with little hip thrusts.  I took my tongue away from her button long enough to lick up some of her (and yes, a little remainder of my) juices.

“Do what you were doing,” she hissed, pulling my head into her pussy insistently.

I complied.  I was the one going “Mmmmmmmm” as I enjoyed the smells and tastes and textures.

She was the one going, “Unh, unh, unh” with each flick and suck.  Her movements got more insistent.

I kept on.  Her breathing was short and sharp.  Then the “Unh, unh” changed to “Unnnnnnnnh.  Oh, gosh!  Oh.”

I did one final slurp and suck.

“Oh.  Gosh!  Stop!” she squealed.  “It's too sensitive.”

Jilly giggled, “Pammy blushes when she does it.”  Pammy was flushed, pink, her little nipples standing erect.

With Jilly on one side, I crawled up alongside her on the other side and nuzzled her neck gently, smelling fresh-bathed little girl with just a hint of orgasm.

Her breathing leveled off and returned to normal and she sat up.  “Whew!  That is soooooo good!”

She crossed her legs.  I noticed her pussy, pink and still wet.

I looked back into those blue eyes, and I could see she was in her thinking mode again.

“You can make Jilly do it when you rub your pee-pee against her, and when you put it in her, and now you made her do it with your mouth.  An’ we can make YOU do it with it inside us an’ with OUR mouths.”

“Yeah….” I smiled, the tingling building in my balls from just thinking about it.

“Soooo,” continued Pammy, “you know how we used to play with your pee-pee with our hands?  You showed me how to rub it up and down, and it would get feeling real good and you’d make me stop?”

“Yeah,” I said.  I could see where this was headed.   Jilly’s hand, one of them, as lazily playing with my erection.  “I had to stop.  It was feeling so good that it HURT.”

Pammy said, “I think you should lay back and let us rub you and see if YOU do it when we rub it!”

“You want to try that?” I said.

“I think that would be so cool,” Jilly said.  “Let’s make Dan do it with our hands.”

“Okay,” said Pammy.  “But we can suck it an’ everything, too, just when he gets ready to do it, we have to do it with our hands.  You tell us when you get close, okay, Dan?  We wanna see what happens when you do it.”

“Sure,” I said.  And I lay back with a delicious little girl on each side of me.

Pammy brushed her hair behind her ears and bent forward, sucking my hard dick into her mouth.  I began reliving the afternoon.  Jilly took her place, less skillful, but equally enthusiastic.  Then she sat up.

“How do you rub it?” Jilly asked.

“Like this,” said Pammy, becoming little teacher again.  “Just barely wrap your fingers around so you’re holding JUST the skin, an’ slide the skin up an’ down.  When you get to the top, slide the skin an’ your hand over the little cap thingie.”  She demonstrated.  Ably demonstrated, too, I might add.

Jilly said, “I like that little cap thingie.  It’s like it’s MADE to be sucked on,” and she took over. “It looks like a mouthpiece on a flute.”  Jilly was in band for her first year, learning the flute.

After a few hand strokes, her head bent down and she sucked on me.   She had a very fun way of pulling back her head and letting the head of my dick pop out of her mouth with a little wet smack, then pushing it back in between slightly closed, wet lips.

Pammy and I coached.  Jilly stopped sucking and went back to hand strokes. In about a dozen strokes she had the method down.  Gleefully she went after her task.  Pammy squatted over my face and let me have a drink from her now dripping pussy.  It was nectar, salty, sweet, slippery, delicious.

“You can stop an’ suck on it some more,” Pammy said.

“Thank you, Pammy,” I said.   Jilly's eager mouth closed over the head of my dick and she sucked a few seconds, then released it with an audible pop.  Her hand started stroking again, and Pammy augmented the proceedings with a hand on my sack, playing with my balls.

Jilly looked at me, grinning naughtily.  “This is fun.”

I was into the whole thing, myself and for the third time today, I felt the feelings start to build.  I started pumping my hips up and down in little jerky motions to enhance Jilly's strokes.

“Is it feeling good?” asked Jilly.

“Gosh, yes,” I hissed.

“Boy,” Pammy said.  “His sack thingie is getting all tight.”

“Let me feel,” said Jilly.  She stopped stroking and Pammy picked up the cadence as Jilly cupped my balls in her little hand.  “Yeah.  Wow.  That's different.  Something's happening, huh?”

I was humping into Pammy's strokes now, and Pammy'd been playing this game with me for over a year now.  She was good at it.

“Go, Pammy!  It's coming.”  I didn't know that “coming” meant anything other than an event was imminent.  “Keep going!”

Pammy giggled and kept her even rhythm.

“His balls are jumping in my hand,” whispered Jilly.

“Hnnnnnnnnnghhhhh!” I would have screamed, but prior games had trained Pammy and I to be quiet so as to not attract attention from sleeping parents.  “Hnnnnnnnnnnghhhh!”  and I thrust my little dick into Pammy's curled fingers.  The head poked out past the edge of her little closed fist and semen shot straight up out of the head of my dick.  It was a young boy's shot.  It must have gone three feet straight up, then came down landing on my chest.  Her next stroke produced another, not quite as high, then a third, and a fourth, each one a little less ballistic than the previous.

“You want me to stop?” asked Pammy.

“No.”  Gasping.  “Squeeze and pump some more.”  Finally the squirting stopped and Pammy released my dick, it and her hand covered with a white coat of semen.  I could finally open my eyes.  I looked up to two wide-eyed little girls.

Wowww.  It SQUIRTS!”  That was Jilly.

Pammy said, “I kinda thought it squirted.  I felt it when he did it in my mouth, and when he did it in me  while ago.  But I didn't know it squirted like THAT!”

I thought I was paralyzed.  Every experience I'd had in the last twenty-four hours with this pair was more intense than the last, and although later I found that hand jobs (I didn't know this was called a “hand job”) fell a way down in the desired methods of inducing male orgasm, the fact that this was my first real, squirting hand job, delivered wonderfully by two eager little dolls, well, that's a dimension that cannot be scaled.

Eager fingers and tongues and lips gathered up the semen from my chest downward, and Jilly told Pammy.  “Look!  It's not sticking up like it was!”  She was referring to my dick.  “I don't think I ever saw it this soft.”

“It was soft last night when you started playing with it before we went to sleep,” I said.

“I couldn't see.  It was dark.” she retorted.

Pammy interjected, “I get to see it soft a lot, but usually as soon as I see it an' Dan knows I'm looking, it gets hard.”

Jilly slid back a bit and lowered her face to my crotch.  My limp dick was sucked into her warm mouth.  “Mmmmmmmm.”  A couple of sucks and a couple of rounds of her tongue cleaning every last trace of semen off it and my dick started stirring again.  It was good to be twelve.

Jilly's head popped up.  “It's getting hard again.  I could feel it grow in my MOUTH.  That is sooooo NEAT!”

What a wonderful thing to have a little girl think that your dick is “neat.”

Pammy laid down beside me and then put her face in front of mine.  “You liked that, Dan?”

“Yeah.  Yeah, I liked that!”

“Did you know it would squirt like that?”

“I dunno.  The way things jumped down there when I did it in your mouth an' in between your legs, I figured something was squirting, but I didn't know how much.”

She lowered her lips against mine and kissed me.  I felt her tongue brush my lips and I opened my mouth to meet it.

Jilly was stroking my dick again, and it was hard.  I felt the bed stir, and as Pammy lifted her face up, I saw Jilly getting ready to straddle me.

“Wait,” Pammy said.  “We did it a different way today.”  Looking at me, she said, “Show her how we did it today, Dan.”

Jilly looked at me.  “Lay back,” I said.  “Scoot your butt down in the bed.  Now spread your legs like I' gonna lick you down there.”

Jilly complied.  I crawled up between her thighs, my little dick hard as a rock, pointing at an expectant angle.  Pammy watched.  As I lowered myself, the head of my dick probed Jilly's wet pussy, but I wasn't quite lined up.

Ever helpful, Pammy came to our rescue.  “Let me put it in the right place,” she said.  Her hands reached between us and she guided my dick with one hand to Jilly's waiting hole which she'd located with a couple of fingertips of the other hand.  “Okay.  Now it'll go in.”

And it did.  Jilly was looking at me kind of puzzled until the “Now it'll go in” part.  Because it went in. all the way.  Gosh she was wet.  And hot.  And tight.  And she was pushing up against me, then pulling back, making little strokes as my dick pulled just a little out of its warm, wet, tight home, then returned.

“You like it?” asked Pammy.

Jilly's face was angelic.  “This is NEAT!”  A lot of things were neat to Jilly.  I was glad that this was one of them.  I started responding to her instinctive thrusts with strokes of my own, making our joint effort result in from almost all the way out to pubic arch to pubic arch all the way in.  It didn't take very many of those for Jilly to drop her ability to converse.  She didn't completely stop grinning, though, but it kind of changed each time we hit maximum depth, our pubic bones meeting.

I was sort of concentrating too, but I did get a glimpse of my sweet little sister watching, and I noticed that her hand was in her own crotch.  She was biting her lower lip, a sign I recognized as her “I'm concentrating” sign.  Her hand was moving rhythmically.

I didn't spend much time using my eyes.  Every sense in my body was overridden by what Jilly's pussy was doing with my dick.  Jilly put her hands on my shoulders and tugged me toward her and our lips met.  The kiss was epic, the first time I'd ever kissed a girl while we were fucking, and it was wonderful.  We held it for a moment and then her thrusts were again overriding my ability to think.  As our lips parted, she started “Nnnn, nnnn, nnnn” in time with our pumping.  Her legs went up and wrapped around my hips.

I kept pumping.  I couldn't have stopped if the world was ending, and I think that if I did stop, Jilly would have hunted me down and killed me.  She was really humping up against me, and the “Nnnnnn” had changed to “eeennnnn” and her eyes were closed tight.  We kept going.  I guess that this being my soon to be third orgasm today helped my staying power, but “staying” just meant it lasted wonderfully longer.  I knew from the change in sounds that my little Jilly was getting there, and I could feel my nutsack draw up and I knew I was getting there too.

Jilly went over the edge first with a very vocal “Ahhhhhnnnnnn!”  She tried to squeeze her thighs together around me to stop me from thrusting, but I was too close to quit now.  Another push.  Push.  Push. Puuuusssssshhhhh! And the end of my dick erupted in another gusher.  I gave one more stroke and ended with my dick buried in her oozing pussy.  I didn't collapse.  She pulled me down on top of her and kissed me full on the mouth, hers open and our tongues meeting for a few delicious seconds before rolling the two of us over.  “See!” she said.  “I ended up on top after all!”

That's when we both noticed little noises coming from my sister.

Pammy's eyes were closed.  She was biting her bottom lip.  Her hand was making little frantic motions, her fingertips invisible, hidden by the folds of her pussy, and she was going “Nnnnn, nnnnn, nnnn” and we watched and heard her reach her own peak with a shiver and then that deep red flush over her chest.  Her back was arched and she looked like she was going to topple backward from her kneeling position so I wrapped her in my arms and lowered her and me to the bed together.

And I kissed my beautiful little sister.

Her eyelids fluttered and she released a pent-up breath.  “I did it.  Wow!  I did it to myself!”

“Yeah,” I said.  “Now you won't need me to do it.”

She looked at me and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.  “Maybe so, Dan, but even if I don't NEED you, I WANT you to do it with me.”

Jilly wasn't going to let herself be left out of the party.  “Dan,” she said, “if you don’t lick Pammy, she's gonna leave a puddle.”

She was looking at Pammy's pussy, practically steaming with the product of her orgasm.  I looked and unconsciously licked my own lips in anticipation.

“Pammy,” I asked, “is it too sensitive still?  I'll be very careful.”

“Nuh-uh,” said Pammy.  “Just don't lick my button.  I think it would kill me right now.”

“Can I have some?” Jilly asked.

Pammy and I both looked at Jilly.  I mean, last night the little girls had licked each other's pussies, but that was curiosity.  This was different, I thought.

Jilly returned our looks.  “Hey,” she said.  “Dan likes it.  An' the juice tastes like what comes out of Dan's pee-pee, the clear stuff.  An' YOU like that an' I like that. So!  Can I have some?”

Pammy giggled.  “Of course!  We all know how to share, don't we?”  Jilly started moving in between Pammy's legs.  “But don't YOU lick my button either.  You know how you are!”

Jilly giggled.  “I won't lick your button until you push it in my face.”

Pammy looked so happy at the moment, I thought.  Just finished an orgasm.  Her best friend's curly brown head was between her legs and there was a happy pink tongue and a pair of hungry lips working over her pussy.

That's when I remembered that Jilly had a pussy herself, and that we'd just recently juiced it up.  Jilly's little ass was in the air as she was face-down, attending to Pammy's pussy juices, so I curled around to put my face near Jilly's pussy from the rear.

“I feel your breath there” Jilly said.  “You gonna lick me?”  and she returned to Pammy's pussy as I answered her question by my lips covering her oozing pussy.  I got a big mouthful of our mixed juices and Jilly's moans penetrated Pammy's pussy.

Pammy's hand found my dick, still wet from Jilly and my recent fucking.  Almost dreamily she said, “Jilly, you are s'posed to clean up your own mess.”

Jilly moaned again as my tongue wiped between the tightly closed little pussy lips.  She caught her breath for a second and said, “Why don't you do that for me since you're my friend and it's YOUR brother.”

This sounded like a good idea to me, so I took one final lap of Jilly's pussy, pronounced it properly cleaned, and scooted around to position myself with my sticky dick near Pammy's mouth.  Pammy obliged.  Gosh, my little sister's mouth!  She normally goes “Mmmmmmm” when she sucks me, but this time when she was sucking, Jilly was licking her pussy, so the “mmmmmmm” was even deeper and more heart-felt.

After she'd given me a proper cleaning she popped my dick out of her mouth and looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes and I melted.  I lowered myself and she put her arms around me and we kissed, her moans partly from the kiss, partly from Jilly's tongue working insistently inside her pussy.  When our kiss broke, I noticed her hand on the back of Jilly's head, her fingered entwined in Jilly's curls.  I guess it was time for Jilly to lick Pammy's button.

I was fascinated by Jilly's butt, still in the air, and I noticed that Jilly was doing little hunching movements with her hips, and I was thinking, “Jilly seems like she wants something.”  I moved around behind her and caressed the sweet, slightly plump roundness of Jilly's little ass.  I couldn't help myself.  I bent and kissed each perfect cheek.  Then my exploring hand slid between her thighs and up to cup her whole pussy.  My middle finger slipped between the moist lips.  I received a little butt wiggle in response.  It felt like a positive butt wiggle to me, but she didn't raise her face out of Pammy's pussy to comment.

I pulled my juice-covered finger out and put it in my mouth.  Damn!  Jilly tasted good.  Pammy tasted good, too.  My mind replayed how good they both tasted and I felt a twinge in my crotch.  I looked down and my little friend was standing tall again.

I looked at my dick.  I looked at Jilly's juicy pussy, her sweet ass in the air.  I looked back at my dick and gave it stroke.  It certainly wanted some attention.  I looked back at Jilly's pussy.  Back at my dick.  There was a big drop of pre-cum on the head of it.  I didn't know it was called pre-cum.  I smeared it over the head of my dick.  It glistened.  Just like the moisture glistening on the lips of Jilly's pussy.  My twelve year old brain finally got enough blood flow to make a cognitive leap and I slid up behind Jilly with my dick in one hand.  I put the other on the soft pink roundness of her ass and guided the head of my dick towards the moist split of her pussy.  As the glistening head of my dick spread the juicy lips of her pussy, there was another positive little butt wiggle and I pushed forward, nudging my dick towards a little warm tight place.

The little head of my dick found the tight wet opening of her pussy and signaled my brain that all was just right and I pushed on in.

Jilly's concentration broke over this little event and she raised her face from Pammy's pussy.  “Pammy!  He's in me from behind.  Ohmygod!”

Pammy's response at this information was “I am not thinking about that right now”, apparently, and her hand pushed Jilly's juice-covered face back down into her throbbing pussy.

Jilly figured out how to make both ends happy, how to make brother and sister happy, and how to make juice at both ends.  She'd surge forward a little, giving Pammy a royal licking from one end of her slit to the other, spinning her tongue around Pammy's button, and that was my withdrawal motion.  Then Jilly would move back, plunging my hard dick into her steaming little pussy, her ass mashing into my pubic bone and my nutsack swinging forward to bounce off the lips of her pussy.  And it worked.

And in another couple of minutes, the three of us were each making our own, “oh, god, I' coming” noises.

Pammy went first.  The fingers tangled in Jilly's hair pulled Jilly's face out of her pussy as she went over the edge with a teeth-clinched “Nnnnnnnnnnghhhhhh!” and breath almost whistled between clenched teeth.  That let Jilly rise up a bit on her elbows and concentrate on receiving another fucking from me.  No longer limited in her movements by the geometry of Pammy's pussy, Jilly and I were doing long strokes, each time the head of my dick just barely remaining in the opening of her pussy, her pussy lips clasping snugly around my shaft, then she'd tilt her ass high and shove back hard for my balls to smack against her pussy lips, then she'd grind in a little circle.

I was gripping her, one hand on each side of her hips, adding my own push to her thrusts, and that little ass-tilt thing she was doing was dragging hard against the ridge on the underside of my dick, and apparently doing a good job on Jilly's button at the same time.  And her “Unhh, unhhh, unnhhh” was changing pitch and her motions were getting more insistent and I knew she was getting close.

So was I.  I wasn't going to last much longer, not at all.   Jilly saved the day.  I heard “Eeeeeennnnnnnhhhhh!” and she shoved back against me hard, almost knocking me backward.  I held onto her hips, though, and managed to get the one more needed push into her pussy.  I felt my balls tighten and my dick started pumping away.  I couldn't move.  Neither could Jilly.  But Jilly's pussy came to the rescue, the walls pulsing, sucking every drop of cum out of me.  I sort of lay over, my dick a soft, gloppy mess with our mixed juices.

Jilly laid over in the other direction, so we were facing each other.  Pammy was still propped up on a couple of pillows at the head of the bed, looking at us.  Somebody had to speak first.  It was Pammy, since she was a bit more past her last orgasm than Jilly and me.

“Can you do this so much you die from it?”