Explorations
Chapter One

1964.  I was twelve.  It was the cooling part of autumn, and Mom and Dad announced that they were going to do their regular Friday night thing, go across the street to  the neighbors and play cards.  That would kill the evening for them.  They were usually home around eleven, and since it was just across the street, they left me at home with my ten year old sister, Pammy.

Except this time we weren’t alone.  The neighbors across the street also had a ten year old daughter Jilly who happened to be my sister’s best friend, and she was spending the night at our house.

And that’s where we were at seven in the evening, me laying on the sofa watching the beginning of one western or another, and the two girls sitting in the middle of the floor doing something that involved a couple of baby dolls, squeaky voices, and a lot of giggling.

The TV didn’t have anything to hold my interest, and I certainly didn’t have interest in playing dolls, so I got up and retreated to my room.  Since Mom made sure we’d bathed before she left, I was in my pajamas.  They were cotton, and new and since Mom was frugal, she’d bought oversized to make sure I didn’t outgrow them before they had some miles on them.  So there I was in my bed, leaned back, reading some book.

I could hear the conversation going on up the short hall into the living room.

Jilly said, “Where’d Dan go?”

Pammy answered, “Oh, he’s probably in his room reading or something.”

“Oh,” Jilly said, “you think he’d read to us?”

“I dunno,” said Pammy.  “He reads to me.  Ever since I was little.”  She was right.  I was a good reader at an early age and Mom and Dad were relieved when I took over the “bedtime story” duties.  I did pretty good with Pammy’s favorite Dr. Seuss and other children’s books.  Many a night she’d fallen asleep curled up against me as I read to her.

So here come two ten year old girls with a Dr. Seuss book.  “Danny,” said Pammy, “will you read to us?”  She called me “Danny” when she wanted a favor.

I tilted my book down and looked at them.  “You’re ten.  You know how to read.  Go read it yourself.”

Pammy jumped into my bed and looked at me.  She verged on skinny, with blonde, sun-bleached hair that Mom kept cut in a practical and convenient page-boy cut, with bangs straight across her forehead at eyebrow level and the rest of her hair just at her jawline.  Blue eyes looked at me expectantly.  “Please…” she said.

Jilly bounced onto the bed too.  Jilly wasn’t skinny.  She wasn’t exactly fat, but she had what people liked to call baby fat, just the slightest amount of pudginess to her.  Her face was rounded and her dark brown hair was short and naturally curly, forming a wreath around her face.  Her eyes were green and she had a magic combination of olive complexion and freckles, and to this day I seldom remember her not at least on the verge of a smile.  “Yeah, please, Dan.”

I resigned myself.  It wasn’t that unpleasant a task.  I stuck a bookmark into my book and set it on the night stand and took Pammy’s book.  “Okay,” I said.

Two squeals later I had Jilly on my left side and Pammy on my right, snuggled in beside me so they could look at the pages as I read.  Pammy wrapped her arms around my biceps and Jilly had her cheek against my shoulder and I sniffed the wafting smell of two freshly bathed little girls as I started to read.

And it happened.  I was TWELVE, for heaven’s sake.  And like many twelve year old boys, I had a dick with a mind of its own.  And this is the time that it decided to get hard.  I wasn’t having erotic thoughts.  No fantasies.  No caressing.  I was reading a Dr. Seuss book to two ten year olds, and my dick got hard.  That in itself wouldn’t have been a problem.  I was used to it getting hard at inopportune times and I could ignore it, and I was pretty good at faking a limp or whatever to hide it from the world at large and sitting cross-legged in bed, it shouldn’t have been a problem, except for those oversized pajamas.

“Hey,” said Jilly, “your thing is sticking out!”

“What?” I asked.

“Your thing. It’s poking out of your PJ’s.”

I looked down and there it was, the head and about an inch and a half of its maybe four inches poking through the open fly of my pajamas.  I turned red.  Really red.  “I’m sorry,” I said.  “These pajamas are too big.”  I dropped the book and reached my hands down to rearrange my fly.

And that’s when things went off track.

“Wait,” said Jilly.  “I wanna look at it.  I haven’t ever seen one up close.”  She turned to Pammy and asked, “Have you seen one?”

Pammy did her little smile that verged on a smirk.  “I’ve seen Danny’s.  A buncha times.  We used to take baths together when we were little.  An’ sometimes I play with it.”

Jilly’s eyes lit up.  “He lets you play with it?”

“Uh-huh,” said Pammy.  She looked at me.  “You gonna let Jilly play with it?”

“Jilly,” I said, “you can’t ever tell anybody.  We’d get in a lot of trouble for playin’ nasty.”

Jilly’s eyes were twinkly.  “I promise I won’t tell nobody.”

“You can touch it, then.”

Her little hand reached out and her index finger touched the head gently. It twitched.

“Eek!” she said, jerking her hand back.  “Did I hurt it?”

“No,” I said.  “That felt good.  Sometimes it jerks when it feels good.”

“Yeah,” chirped Pammy.  “It wiggles when I play with it.”

“Oh,” said Jilly, then her fingers wrapped around it gently.  Then she squeezed, kind of tentatively.  “It’s hot!  And soft an’ hard at the same time!”

“Danny,” said Pammy, “Take your PJ’s off so she can see it all.”

“Okay,” I said, and the two of them moved back as I scooted out of my PJ’s.

“The top, too.” Said Pammy.

And I was naked, and a ten year old girl was wanting to explore my twelve year old dick.  This was promising.  The two of them were now sitting at one end of my bed and I was sitting at the other.

Pammy started giving a lesson.  “See,” she said, cupping my little sack in her hand, “these are his balls.  He likes it when you kind bounce them in your hand and kinda tug on them.  But NEVER squeeze but just a little bit, ‘cuz it hurts him really bad.”

Pammy removed her hand and Jilly’s replaced it.  Her fingers explored happily and thoroughly.  She squeezed gently.  “Is this too hard?” she asked.

“No” I said, “if you was squeezing too hard I’d jump and make you stop.”

She grinned.  Pammy wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my dick.  “You can squeeze this pretty hard, though.  But if you just barely squeeze it, you can slide the skin up and down, an’ he likes that.  An’ the end of it makes him feel real good.”

I was thinking that Pammy not only learned her lessons well, but she was good little teacher.  I also noticed she was licking her lips and looking at me while Jilly was studying the new live toys in her grasp.

And that’s when Jilly dropped her next little bombshell.

“You’re s’posed to suck on it,” she announced, matter of factly.

My eyes met Pammy’s for a brief, knowing second.  “What makes you think that?” I asked.

Jilly ‘s eye’s twinkled and she was in full grin.  “One night I was on the sofa in my living room and they thought I was asleep, an’ Dad came out of the bathroom just wearin’ his shorts, an’ Mom stopped him right there in the hall an’ she kneeled down in front of him and took out his thing and sucked on it.  An’ they both made noises like they really liked it.  And I saw it.”

Pammy spoke up.  “I didn’t know other people did that.  I suck on Dan’s pee-pee a lot.  He likes it.”  She’d called it my “pee-pee” ever since she was old enough to give it a name.  I knew it was a “dick” from the schoolyard vocabulary lessons, but if she wanted to call it a pee-pee, I was okay with it, as long as she wanted to play with it.

Jilly looked at me.  I was hoping to hear what she said next.  “Can I suck on your thingie?”

Yeah, like I was going to refuse THAT request.  “Sure,” I said.

And  Jilly scooted forward and bent over, bringing her face close to my dick as I laid back to give her room.  She saw a drop of clear fluid on the head of my dick.  That was something that had been happening to me for a few months now.  Pammy knew all about it.  She savored it like it was her personal reward for playing with me.

“Wait,” she said.  “It’s got stuff coming out.  Is that pee?”

“No,” said Pammy.  “He does that when it feels real good.  It tastes kinda salty.  I like it.”  She smiled.

Jilly said, “Then you do it first.  I wanna see you do it first.”

And Pammy did just that.  A sweet young pair of lips closed over the head of my dick, an hour later than they would have if Jilly hadn’t been there.  Pammy and I were very capable of entertaining each other when we had the chance.  Her blonde hair swayed sexily as her head bobbed down and she took my whole dick in her mouth.  Her tongue lovingly curved under the shaft inside her mouth and her wet lips slid up and down as her head bobbed.  As she pulled back away, her eyes met mine, a smile formed around my dick, and she said, “Mmmmmm.”  And she popped it out of her mouth.  “Did ya like that?”

“Oh, yes, you KNOW I like that!” I said.

Jilly said, “Move!  It’s MY turn.”  Those green eyes twinkled and she lowered her mouth toward the head of my dick.  “Here goes,” she said.  “It’s like sharing a lollipop.”  Opening her mouth wide, she lowered her mouth over it without touching it, then she closed her lips around the shaft.  And she went “Mmmm” too.

Her head popped up and she grinned at me.  “I like that,” she said.  “It’s so neat!”  And down she went again.

And Pammy went into little teacher mode again, saying, “Slide it in and out of your mouth.  Make your lips wet, an’ use your tongue.  An’ he likes it if you bite it real gentle. Soft.”

I heard more “mmmmm” coming from my groin and that tousled brown head bobbed up and down as she explored the possibilities presented with her new toy.  A few more bobs of her head with those lips sliding up and down the shaft of my dick and she said “Mmmmmm…  I think I got some of your stuff.”

She sucked on me noisily.  “I could do this all day,” Jilly said.  “It’s fun.”  Then her fingers stroked underneath my balls.

“You can lick those,” continued Pammy.  “He likes that.  You can kinda put your mouth over them and suck REAL gentle.  And if you kinda nibble on the skin of his sack, he likes that, too.”  Pammy was right. As Jilly put her new found knowledge to work, I ran my fingers through her hair, caressing her head, and surprisingly, Pammy stroked her hair.

I looked at Pammie and she was smiling sweetly.  I slid my hand between Pammy’s thighs and she guided it to her little pussy.  I slid my fingers in the moisture of her little slit, but I was having trouble concentrating on that task, what with Jilly slurping on my dick.

After a minute or two more of the pleasure of a curious little girl exploring my dick and balls with her singers and mouth, I said, “Okay, it’s MY turn.”

Jilly rocked up to a kneeling position and looked at me curiously.  “What do you do?”

“I get to play with you down there, and lick yours.  And Pammy’s.”

Jilly looked at Pammy.  “B-but that’s where we PEE from!”

Pammy giggled, “What do you think you just had in your mouth?  That’s where HE pees from.”

“But that’s different,” said Jilly.  “Even when I wipe mine, there’s still gotta be a little bit left.  Yuck!”  She turned to me, incredulous.  “You LIKE that?”

“Yeah I do,” I said, “it’s pretty neat.  And Pammy likes it a lot.  Pammy, take off your panties and let me show Jilly what we do.”

Pammy rolled backwards in the bed, sticking her legs in the air and slid her panties up off them.  Then she drew her knees halfway up and spread, opening a deliciously pink and moist little girl pussy to me.  I kneeled between her legs and lowered my face to the pink lips of her pussy.  I breathed deeply through my nose, savored a bouquet of sweet and sexy and salty, and then ran my tongue gently up each lip, tasting the moisture.  Both of us went “mmmmmmm”, and then I ran my tongue between those sweet lips, curling the tip to gather some juice to taste.  I lightly passed over her tiny clit, and she shuddered a little.

And Jilly dropped a third bomb.  “Can I taste?”

I sat back and Pammy sat up.  She said, “Boys is supposed to do things to girls an’ girls is su’posed to do things to boys,” matter of factly.

I looked at Pammy having never thought of her as a bit prudish after our relationship together.  Then I looked a Jilly.  Jilly looked kind of sad.

Pammy looked at Jilly too.   “But,” she said, “we’re just  playin’, so it’s okay!”  She smiled sweetly and laid back.

I was treated to the sight of one ten year old girl going down on another, and I didn’t even know what “going down” meant.   Jilly’s tongue hit Pammy’s pussy.  I could tell by the “mmmmm” coming from Pammy’s mouth.

Jilly raised back up and licked her lips, showing me the little pink tongue that was pleasuring me so much a few minutes ago.  “Not bad,” she said. “I can see how you might like that.  You can lick her for a little bit, then I want you to do me, okay?”

Pammy sighed as I slid back between her legs and returned to lapping at her sweet pussy.  I dearly loved my little sister and the idea of pleasuring her as much as she pleasured me was very satisfying.  Her breathing became ragged, and finally she gently pushed on my head.  “Jilly’s turn,” she said.

I rocked back to a kneeling position and looked at Jilly who was grinning as she slid from a sitting position, her back propped up on a couple of pillows as she spread her legs.  She opened her legs a little wider and her pussy lips parted slightly, glistening with little girl wetness in anticipation. As I was anticipating, though, Pammy was like a flash, sliding on her belly between Jilly’s open thighs.  And her mouth clamped on Jilly’s waiting pussy.

Jilly’s mouth formed an “Ooooo” and Pammy’s eager tongue and lips encountered their first experience with a pussy.  I settled back and let Pammy and Jilly have a minute, stroking Pammy’s sleek head as she licked and sucked.  They seemed to be enjoying themselves .  I let my hand roam over the roundness of Pammy’s ass, then my fingers found their way into the moistness of her pussy.  As my fingers made their way to the front of her cleft, she humped against my fingers, so I knew she was enjoying it.

Finally, Pammy’s head popped up and she looked at me.  Jilly was almost in dreamland.  “Is that how mine looks?” she asked.

“Kinda,” I said.  “Jilly’s lips are little puffier.  Your little button sticks out a little different.”

Pammy smiled.  “I guess we’re all a little bit different.  Your turn,” she said.

She and I changed places between Jilly’s thighs and I got my first taste of Jilly’s pussy.  It was a wonderful taste, too, and Jilly put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me into her.  At first Pammy stayed very close to my face, watching my lips and tongue work over Jilly’s pussy.  She oooohed when I started lightly flicking my tongue on the tip of Jilly’s little clit and Jilly moaned and wiggled upward to meet me.

Her hands touched the back of my head and she said, “Yeah.  Right there.  Lick it right there.”  My tongue enjoyed the little poke of her little clit, but I couldn’t resist moving down to lick the juices coming from her little hole, either.

By then Pammy was behind me and her hand was tugging on my dick underneath me.  For the next little while, we were a little sexual kaleidoscope, constantly changing whose mouth and hands were doing what to who.

Somewhere along the line, the girls’ nightgowns came off, and we were all nude, and little pre-pubescent nipples proved to be an enjoyable thing to add to the things to suck and nibble and tease and touch.  Since they’d broken that little barrier about licking each other, we had a happy time and nobody had to sit back and watch and I never had a second that I didn’t have a young hand and lips on my dick.  It was wonderful.

Now up to this time in my life, I had yet to have a real orgasm.  Oh, yes, it felt really good, and Pammy and I would play with each other for hours, and things would get very intense, and I’d feel the pressures and waves of pleasure building, but they’d get to a point that I just couldn’t stand any more, and we’d stop, breathless and quivering, and I’d hold Pammy and things in my loins would ebb, and then it was back to touching and rubbing and sucking.

Pammy didn’t have orgasms either.  She was only ten now, and she’d get very excited, but she never went over the edge, and if we had the opportunity, the end of our little sexual exercises ended up with me having a very calm and relaxed little sister.  On more than one occasion Mom and Dad came home and found Pammy snuggled up against me in my bed, but here was always one of her books on the nightstand, so they just thought they she’d fallen asleep while I was reading to her.  Sometimes they’d take her to her bedroom, sometimes they wouldn’t.  More than once I woke up in the middle of the night with a little girl intently sucking on my soft little dick.

But as of yet, no orgasms.  No squirt of semen.  But I did let go of some pretty good-sized amounts of clear pre-cum. Pammy had discovered this little contribution the first time it happened a year earlier and was in love with the idea that she could play with my dick and get something that tasted good to her and it was solely dependent on her doing something pleasurable to me, just like her little juicy pussy rewarded my efforts.

So our little pile of arms and legs and hands and mouths and eager genitalia went on for a while, and I was laid on my back, still hard, and Jilly was snuggled alongside me.  I had my fingers between Jilly’s pussy lips and her little nipple in my mouth.  Pammy was sucking on me this time, and she stopped and looked at me with that “I’m thinking” look she gets sometimes.

“Dan,” she said, “It feels good when you rub mine, and it feels good when I rub yours.  I think it would feel good if we rub them together.”

It sounded interesting.  “So,” I said, “how are we going to do that?”

She said, “Move over, Jilly, an’ let me get on top of him.”  And Pammy straddled my hips, positioning her moist little pussy over my hard dick.  And she pressed her pussy down on the shaft of my dick, trapping it pointing towards my head between her pussy and my belly.  As she slid back and forth, we were lubricated by her juices and mine, and I wrapped my hands around her hips and held on as she slid back and forth.

Jilly was fascinated.  I was stimulated.  And Pammy kept rocking back and forth, her pussy grinding on the shaft of my dick, and we didn’t understand the significance, but her little clit was sliding up and down my shaft.  Pammy’s expression changed from the giggly smile that was normal during our session to a more intent look, and her movements became more measured and intense.

“Are you okay?” I asked.  I kept my hands on her hips and she held onto my forearms and kept rocking and started making little mmm, mmm, mnnn, mmm, mmm sounds. And her breathing changed.  And her eyes closed.

“Yessss,” she let the answer hiss from between her teeth.  “I don’t wanna stop.” And she was now biting her lower lip, and her knees were gripping my hips and the mm, mmm, mmm changed to uhhh, uhhhh, mmmm, uhhh, and finally she gave one hard thrust and froze.  And went mmmmmmmmmmmm, then breathed.  And that is when I discovered that my little sister flushed, turned red from her neck down, when she came, because I’d just watched her have her first orgasm.  She opened her eyes and smiled a little weakly.

“I don’t know what just happened,” she said, “but it was wonderful. I love you, Dan.”  And she slid off me and lay down beside me and for another first, kissed me full on the lips.

Jilly was just as amazed as I was.  “What happened?” she asked.  “Look!  You’re blushing from your chin to your bellybutton.”

Pammy took a deep breath.  “It was wonderful.  I was just rubbing our things together back and forth, then it started feeling real good, better than ever before.  And I kept going and it got better and better and all of a sudden it was like I had this fire down there but it felt really good and I kept on and it, like, exploded.  I never felt so good in my life.”

Jilly looked at me.  “I wanna try that.”

Yeah, so I’m gonna tell a cute little girl I don’t want her rubbing her pussy on my dick, right?  “Uh-huh,” I said.  “Come on.  That was fun.”

Jilly hopped right up there.  Same drill, her little pussy was trapping my dick between her and my belly and she was sliding back and forth, doubly lubricated by the left over juice from Pammy’s orgasm.   I hung onto Jilly like I’d done for Pammy and Jilly had the benefit of having just watched her best friend experience something new and different and sexy on a whole new level. It wasn’t long before she was vocalizing, little oh, oh, oh, in time with her hips sliding up and down the shaft of my dick.  I was close to the point where I couldn’t take much more, but Jilly was too close to the edge to stop, and she tossed her head back and squealed, ennnnnnnnnnnnn!  And then she flopped full length down on top of me.  I wrapped my arms around her and she turned her face towards mine and I got another real kiss.

“Didja do it?” asked Pammy.

Jilly took a deep breath, sighed, and said, “Oh, gosh, yes.  It was wonderful.  I want another one.”  And she kissed me then sat up astride me again, a mischievous and now knowing grin on her face.  She put both her hands on my chest and leaned against her straightened arms and started humping against me.

Except this time, it was a little different.  My dick WASN’T trapped between us, so when she slid back, it still slid between the lips of her sweet little pussy, but it was not rubbing directly on her clit.  She looked at me as if she was searching for something, then decided that this angle was okay, too, and started her back and forth movement, a new sensation as our pubic bones were clashing together with each thrust.

And then she slid a little farther back, and the head of my little dick sort of found something different itself as it found a little opening, the pussy of delightful little Jilly.  Jilly wasn’t the least bit disturbed by this new feeling and she raised her hips up and moved them around, causing her pussy to line itself up with my hard little dick.  Her face took on a look of curiosity, then she seemed to figure out a purpose to the feelings.  When things seemed right, she started pushing in a totally different direction.  At first, it was just the head.  Then the first inch of shaft, then a little more, and finally she sat fully down.

Pammy was watching this intently herself, and Jilly said “Pammy, his thing is INSIDE me.  I think that’s where it’s SUPPOSED to go.  Look!”

And she raised up a little and Pammy did indeed look.  “It is!  It’s in your thing.  Wow!”  Pammy reached in between me and Jilly and felt my dick inside Jilly.  “What’s it feel like?”

Pammy grinned.  “Almost as good as what just happened.  It’s like I feel wonderful full.”  Pammy slid up and down a couple of times.  “Feels REALLY good!”  And then she started trying different motions and settled on one that worked for her.

It worked for me, too.  The sight of not one, but TWO little girls having their first orgasms had me really excited, although I didn’t know what orgasms were, theirs or mine.  I was fast approaching that point in my arousal where feeling just got too intense to stand, and I was going to tell Jilly, but I looked at her face, at once both angelic and lusty as she pumped herself on my dick, and I didn’t say anything, choosing to just let her go.  I put my hands on her hips and sort of guided her a little, but he was doing wonderful things without my help.

The feelings got more and more intense, and all of a sudden I was in the middle of a flood of sensations.  An immense pleasurable burning fire engulfed my dick and it started pulsing uncontrollably like it had never done before.  I met Jilly’s motions thrust for thrust for several thrusts, then fell back on the bed.

“Oh, god,” I said.  “Oh, god.”

Pammy said “You’re not s’posed to say ‘god’ like that.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie, but I can’t find words.”

Jilly moved around tentatively and noticed a whole lot more fluids between us than there was before and she reached an obvious conclusion.  “You PEED in me!” and she raised herself off me and looked.

“’S not pee.  I don’t know what it was, but it’s not pee. God.  I think I just did what you and Pammy just did.”

Pammy was already examining the puddle on my belly where Jilly had climbed off me.  She put her finger in a glob of my first load ever and pulled it up, a string of semen from her fingertip to the puddle on my belly.  “It’s white.  You never did white before. “

I looked.  She was right.  Jilly was looking closely too.  Pammy said “I like the stuff that comes out when we play.  It tastes good.  I wonder how this tastes.”  And she stuck her finger in her mouth.  Jilly stared.  “Not bad.  Not bad at all,” said Pammy.  And she started licking me.

Jilly joined in, taking my softening dick in her mouth, sucking for a couple of seconds, then said,”I like it.” And they cleaned me up.  Jilly’s ass was almost in my face when I noticed the white glob oozing out of her pussy.

“Pammy!”, I said, “Look!”  I pointed out the semen leaking out of Jilly.  Pammy started toward Jilly’s pussy and I said “Wait.   I wanna try that.”  That was the first time I ever ate my own juices out of a fresh fucked pussy, and to this day it is the very most memorable.  Since Jilly was still sucking on my dick, I lifted her leg to the other side of my head and fastened my mouth to her pussy.  And I didn’t know this was “69” but it certainly seemed to be quite a fun thing to do.

Finally, the spell broke.  “I gotta go to the bathroom,” I said.

“Poo or pee?” asked Jilly.

“I really gotta pee,” I said.

Jilly said, “Cool.  Can I watch?  I never saw a boy pee up close before.”

“Sure,” I said.  Any way a girl was interested in my dick, I was happy with.  I walked to the bathroom with Jilly and Pammy close behind.  As I raised the toilet lid, Pammy went into little teacher mode again.

“He pees standing up.  Watch.  He can move it around, and he can make it stop and start.  Show her, Dan.”

I started flowing and made a swirl, then pinched the flow off, holding on to the base of the shaft.  Jilly was fascinated.  Pammy’d seen it before.  Jilly was the adventurous one, though, and the next thing she said was “Let me suck on the end of your pee-pee.”

“But I’m leaking.”

“That’s okay.  I’ve tasted mine before.  I wanna taste yours.”

“Ooookay.”  This was one I hadn’t thought of before.  She knelt in front of me next to the toilet and opened her mouth.  I saw those green eyes and that smile and those freckles and I would have sawed my arm off to make her happy, so sticking the end of my dick in her mouth was easy.

I did.  Her lips closed around the shaft and she reached up with her hand and pulled mine away from my dick.  I started peeing again.  She giggled with her mouth closed and swallowed.  Again and again.  And when my flow stopped, she sucked me dry.

Then she stood up and put her arms around my neck and smiled and said “You wanna kiss me still?”  And I learned what yet another of my body fluids tasted like.

Pammy had watched this whole thing.  She said, “Now I need to pee.”

I moved away from the toilet, but Jilly said, “Pammy, why don’t you pee in the bathtub so we can see it come out?”

Pammy giggled and stepped into the tub and squatted before my and Jilly’s curious eyes.  We watched the stream squirt out of Pammy and spatter into the tub.  Ever meticulous, Pammy washed her legs and feet off.  As she stepped out of the tub, Jilly stepped in.

“My turn,” she said.

I was getting into this whole no holds barred, experimenting thing.  “Wait,” I said.  “I want to get under you first.”

Jilly grinned as I got into the tub and lay down, then she straddled my face.  “You ready?”  And she started peeing.  On my face.  Into my open mouth.  I raised up and fastened my mouth firmly over her pussy and caught the last drops , then licked her clean.

After that little event, Pammy helped us wash up.  Drinking pee was one thing.  Having it all over yourself was something else.

We went back into the bedroom.  Pammy was in the bed first, turning towards me on her hands and knees.  I walked up to her and she cupped my balls in her hand and pulled me closer, then enveloped my dick in her hot little mouth.  “Mmmmmmm,” she said.  “I love this.”

By the time she said that, Jilly was in the bed too, and I crawled in between them.  Pammy moved down again and started sucking me.  Jilly said, “Pammy, lay on top of him so he can lick you at the same time.”  And I 69’d my little sister.  One of her hands was stroking and guiding my dick into her mouth as the fingers of her other hand played with my balls.  Jilly’s face was right next to Pammys’, observing up close.  Pammy popped my dick out of her mouth and pointed it at Jilly.  Jilly sucked it into her hungry mouth.

Pammy happily announced, “It’s hard again!”

“Yeah,” I said.  “You make that happen a lot.”

Jilly smiled at Pammy.  Pammy looked at me and said “You know how you were inside Jilly?  I want you to be inside me.

I guess that two active, athletic little girls had pretty much done in any cherries, because next thing I know, Pammy is astride my hips, juicing both of us up with her pussy back and forth on my dick, then she raised up to guide my dick into her hole.

“Lemme help,” said Jilly.

“Sure,” Pammy said.  And Jilly got between my legs, looking at my dick and Pammy’s pussy, her hands spreading Pammy’s pussy lips and guiding my dickhead into her hole.

“There,” said Jilly.  “Now just sort of push down a little bit at a time.”

Pammy looked at me with eyes that were at once mirth and adoration and eased down, biting her bottom lip again.

Just the head was in. Pammy bounced a little and soon was a third of the way down my shaft.  She stroked up and down, getting used to the feeling, and then each successive stroke was a little further.  Finally she was all the way down.  She giggled and pushed her pussy full down against my groin.  “It’s all the way in.  And it feels GOOD!  Does it feel good to you, Dan?”

“Gosh, yes,” I said.  Pammy raised up just a little bit and I pushed my hips up to get back inside her.  And she pushed back down, and we started a regular rhythm.  I was doing the up  and down and she was doing the back and forth, every one of her slides dragging the little nubbin of her ten year old clit along the first couple of inches of my twelve year old dick.

“Ain’t it fun?” said Jilly.  And she kissed me.

I put my hands on Pammy’s hips and we rocked back and forth, her happily riding me.  I could feel the feelings building again.  I told Pammy and she smiled sweetly and said “I want you to feel good like you made me feel.”

Jilly was still laying at my legs and I felt her fingers exploring my balls as my sack bounced up and down in time with Pammy’s thrusts.  “That is soooo cool,” she said, and cupped my balls in her hand.

Pammy was now rocking on me with her eyes squinched shut, her breath coming in audible hisses.  She was biting her bottom lip again, and the little “mmm, mmm, mmm” told me she was really into our first fucking.  I could feel the walls of her tight little pussy start to pulsate, gripping my dick with each of her breaths, and the “mmm, mmmm” changed to “mmmmmmnnnnnnnnn!  Ahhhhhh!” and I knew she’d just gone into her second real orgasm of her young life.

Between Pammy’s tight virgin pussy and Jilly’s hand, it was just too much.  As Pammy pushed downward, my pelvis lunged upward to meet her and I squirted my second load of my life, the second this night, and the first (of many to come) into my little sister’s eager pussy.

Jilly chirped, “Pammy!  I think he’s doin’ it!  You should see how his sack thingie got all tight and then his pee-pee started jumpin’ in you.”  Then she looked again and said, “Yep.  It’s leaking out of you.”

Pammy flopped forward onto my chest and planted her lips firmly on mine, kissing me.  I felt her tongue brush my lips and I opened them.  For the first time our tongues met in a kiss.  She withdrew and smiled demurely.  “Was that okay?  The tongue thing, I mean?”

“You do everything right, Pammy.  You make me feel so good.”

Pammy rolled off me, and as soon as she did, Jilly was down there licking up the semen puddled on my belly.  “I saved his pee-pee for you, “she told Pammy.  Pammy almost lept to my groin and my dick was trapped in her sucking mouth. I thought I was going to pass out from the intense feelings.  I was brought back to consciousness when Pammy threw her leg over my head and presented me with her steaming pussy, oozing with my own semen.  The heady scent of a freshly-fucked little girl pussy was exactly what I wanted just then and my mouth fastened onto it, my tongue searching out every drop of our combined juices.

Jilly watched the proceedings, then when Pammy finally got up, Jilly finished the job of cleaning up my last orgasm by carefully licking and sucking my balls.

That was all it took.  I was hard again.  Twelve years old, you know.  Jilly looked at Pammy.  Pammy smiled.  “Your turn.”

Sometime later, we decided that we needed to get dressed again.  It was getting late and Mom and Dad were going to be home before long, although we could usually hear them coming across the street.  I thought that when I got up to turn off the light, Jilly and Pammy would leave to go to Pammy’s room, but I turned around to see two smiling faces in the bed.

“I don’t know if this is gonna work,” I said.

“Pammy said, “They find me in your bed all the time.  Nobody says nothin’.”

“Okay,” I said.  And we arranged ourselves comfortably just as we heard the voices crossing the street.

I heard the front door open, the whispering.  Mom’s head stuck in my door then back out.

“Come see,” she told Dad.  He looked in the door at us all piled up in my bed.

“They must’ve fallen asleep while he was reading to them.”

I heard their bedroom door close, and then a felt movement in my bed.  A little hand slid into the fly of my pajamas, retrieving my dick, and then a sweet feeling in my groin as lips closed over the head and halfway down the shaft and the gentle sucking started.

I reached down and felt tousled, curly hair.  Jilly.  In the dim light, I heard Pammy’s gentle breathing as she’d gone to sleep.

Jilly whispered, “I hope this is okay.  I really like it.”

Yeah.  I’m going to turn down those lips on my dick. “You make me feel so good, Jill.  I’m glad you like it.”

“Mmmmmmm” was the reply, muffled because it came from around my dick she was sliding in and out of her mouth.  I heard little smacks as she sucked me in and out of her mouth, and her little tongue swirled around the head.  She was getting adventurous again as she turned her head sideways and bit my shaft lightly.  Then she popped the head back into her mouth, and then back out, then her teeth nibbled the ridge around my corona.  I could feel those feelings building again.

“Jilly,” I whispered, “you’re gonna make me do it again, doing that.”

“Really?” her whisper was verging on an excited squeal.  “I’m doing that with my mouth?”

“Yeah,” I whispered.  “You know stuff is gonna come out.”

She was sucking on me as she raised her head and there was an audible pop as my dick came out of her mouth.  “Okay.  I know what you taste like.  That’s neat that I can do that with my mouth.”  And her head bobbed back down and I felt delicious warmth as her lips closed around my shaft.  I stroked the tousled hair on her little head and listened to her purrs of delight was the pre-cum flooded into her mouth.

“Mmmmmm!” she whispered.  “I love your juice.  That’s not the big one, though, is it?”

“Not yet,” I replied, “but it’s coming.”

“Mmmmph” came the reply, her vocal capabilities being temporarily occupied.  Her tongue cupped the underside of my dick and I felt her teeth gently nibble, then she plunged my shaft deep into her mouth and she went to a regular rhythm, sucking and purring.  I felt the surge coming.

“It’s coming,” I said, not knowing that “coming” had any other meaning beyond something as about to happen.  My eyes were pretty much adjusted to the low light by now and I saw her eyes looking up at me.  When she saw me look at her, she grinned widely, my dick between her teeth, then back down she went.  And I came.

“Mmph!” was her response to the first spurt.  Maybe she was a little surprised, but then she handled it quite well, sucking and swallowing, feeling each throbbing surge as my dick discharged into her eager mouth.  The throbbing stopped, but she kept on sucking, using her hand to milk the last drops out of my dick.  Her sucking got gentler and I slowly softened.  Finally she let me fall out of her mouth and then crawled up, face to face, and then we kissed. She pulled away.

“What’s that tongue thing Pammy said?”

Wrapping her in my arms, I whispered, “Sometimes when people kiss, the open their mouths a little bit and touch tongues.”  I figured that after pussy juice, semen and pee, a little tongue contact wasn’t going to gross this little sweetie out.

“Ohhh,” she said, then her lips touched mine again, and opened. And the little pink tongue that had just been sending my dick into ecstasy touched my lips.  My lips parted and our tongues met.  Something stirred in my groin.

“He-he,” she whispered.  “It’s hard again.  It must really like me.”

“It loves you,” I said.  “I love you.”  And I did, as much a twelve year old boy can feel love.

She wiggled around onto the top of me and once again my dick felt the warmth between her legs.  I bent my head down to keep our lips locked as her pussy sought my dick.  It didn’t take long for them to find each other and penetration was easy and natural.

“I like you in me.”

“I like being in you.  Be careful.  We can’t get loud or we’ll wake people up.  Hey, where’s your panties?”

“I took ‘em off so we could do this one more time.”

“Ohhhh, okay.  When we finish, you have to put them back on, okay?”

“Okay.”  And our pelvises started a rhythmic thrusting.  I could tell she was getting close, but for the fourth time tonight, so was I.  I ran my hands up underneath her nightshirt and touched her little nipples.  There was only the barest of swelling of breasts, but those little nipples were reacting vigorously.  I caressed them, then slid my hands down and gripped her waist as she rode my dick.

“MMMM.  Mmmm.  MMMM. Oh. Oh. Oh. Gggggggggnh!” and then she froze for a second. I could feel spasms in her pussy.  She rose slightly and thrust down one more time in the midst of her orgasm, and that triggered mine.  Jets of semen spurted into her pussy for the second time tonight.  Her face was angelic as she released a post-orgasmic sigh.  The pulsing walls of her pussy served well to pull the last surge of semen from me.

She giggled.  What more delightful sound can a guy ever hear than a happy giggle from a girl who has your dick in her?

“Ahhhhhh,’ said my little cutie, “let’s clean each other up and we can go to sleep.”

“Okay.”

She turned around on me and presented me with her cum-laden pussy while her lips went to work sucking up the puddle of semen on my belly.  As I finished cleaning her with my tongue, she closed her lips over my dick and gently sucked me dry.

And as she curled up inside my arms, she kissed me and then whispered, “Your mom and dad play cards again tomorrow night?”