Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Day Of No Triffids
Part: Chapter 8
Summary: In a world gone blind a few remaining sighted
         must try to preserve what they can but how
         will just 6 men manage to keep 400 women happy?
Keywords: mf, 1st, Mf (nosex), ff, f-solo, oral, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2003

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*** August 29 - Mid-morning - Stan & Walter

Stan wasn't sure why he had reacted like he had.

The girl was obviously upset and it wasn't just the good-
natured teasing.  They had all been through a lot 
recently and he was sure he wasn't the only one with 
doubts, regrets and concerns for the future; friends, 
colleagues, relatives - they had all gone.  He had his 
family but most of the people had lost that and more.

No wonder the girl was crying.

He had put his arms around her and just let her cry.  It 
seemed to help that she had someone who cared at least 
that much.

As he held her he realised what a sight they must make, 
he was 35 and what was she (Viv was it?) 14?, 15?, surely 
not as old as 16 anyway.  He realised he could feel her 
firm small breasts against his side.  The image of a 
young teen displaying her charms caused his prick to 
swell.  He moved slightly so she wouldn't notice but that 
only made him more aware of those Lolita-tits.

David had been organising things in the pool and had 
joined them.  "There is a bench over here.  I think it 
might be best if Viv sits with you for a while."

He helped them over to the seat and as Viv sat down he 
whispered in Stan's ear, "I don't see anything or say 
anything" before he left them.

Stan was stunned.  David was offering his silence yet 
there was nothing to be silent about.

Stan had had no intention of taking advantage of the girl 
but Viv seemed to have no intention of leaving him.  He 
could hear the others in the water and asked her if she 
wanted to join them.

"Not yet.  I just want to be held please."

"Okay then."  He cuddled her against his side.

"Can I sit on your lap please?"

"Oh shit!" thought Stan.  His prick seemed to be popping 
up and down and he was worried he couldn't control it.  
He pushed it between his legs and just hoped as the teen 
sat across his lap and rested her head against his chest.  
At least he had his clothes on.

He didn't quite know where to put his hands; nowhere 
seemed appropriate.  He ended up with one arm round her 
back and his hand on her hip and the other holding her 
upper arm as she rested her hand against his chest.  He 
unconsciously rocked a little which was probably the best 
thing he could have done for the girl.

Viv felt comforted on his lap.  She had an uncle who 
would cuddle her when she was small and she had always 
felt safe in his arms.  Her own parents had been more 
concerned about social events and most of the nannies 
they had employed had been more inclined to treat her as 
work to be done rather than as a girl to be loved.

She supposed she was lucky that her parents were wealthy 
though; money hadn't helped THEM in the end but she had 
been sent to boarding school.  She had resisted the more 
prestigious school they had proposed though in favour of 
a local one where a couple of her friends were also 
going.  Christie was one but the other had transferred 
when her own parents moved.  Viv had made new friends by 
then so it was only a minor disaster.

When the major disaster struck she found herself 
incredibly rescued, maybe all the prayers the nuns had 
got them to say had been answered after all.

Before that they had felt that they would soon be joining 
their families in heaven or oblivion or where-ever they 
ended up.  There hadn't been a sense of loss but more a 
resignation of a shared fate.  Now she had finally 
realised that she did love her parents and wouldn't see 
them again she had been overcome and it was just like her 
uncle was back again.

She had been terribly embarrassed when she had mistaken 
Stan for his son Walter.

She had been messing about and had tried to grope him, 
willing to feel what his genitals were like in the safety 
of blind anonymity.  It had worked against her and she 
had grabbed the soft penis of the man who she was now 
cuddling.

She could have died but he had been really nice about it 
and when she had gotten upset about her parents he had 
held her while she cried.

She knew that she was going to have to have sex with one 
of the men; the open discussion that morning made that 
clear if the original invitation at the convent had been 
had not been taken quite so seriously.

Then the idea of sex was something to look forward to; 
now it was something more immediate and the object was 
babies, not pleasure.  Her grandmother would have been 
pleased.  That apparently was how she had been brought up 
to think of sex.

Viv, like the others, hadn't really had a chance to meet 
the men who would father their children.  She knew that 
there were some, like Walter and his father Stan who 
weren't allowed to.  That seemed unfair.

("Uncle Stan" David had called him.  Would he be HER 
Uncle Stan and take the place of her Uncle Jake?  Uncle 
Jake had never done anything "naughty" with her though 
and she was thinking maybe she would like to with the man 
whose lap she was occupying.  Maybe he should just be 
Stan instead.)

David seemed alright but he was a bit pushy, feeling her 
tit like that, and Walter seemed a bit shy.  He was on 
the banned list anyway.  She had heard one of David's 
brother talking to his cousin last night when everyone 
was sleeping.  They had been looking at the women and, 
although she hadn't clearly heard what they had been 
saying it didn't seem a nice thing to do in the 
circumstances.

And then they had taken a women away with them for a 
while.  She couldn't hear that clearly but they seemed to 
be partying together.  She hoped that whoever chose her 
would treat her with a little respect.

And that's why she liked Stan.

He was cuddling her, naked and all, and yet was just 
holding her nicely.  She was sure one of the others would 
have been groping at her by now and, although the idea 
was not unattractive if done properly, she didn't want to 
be treated just as someone to grab.

She was a bit embarrassed then because really, that was 
just how she had intended to treat Walter; maybe the boys 
were not that different after all, more curious and eager 
than inconsiderate.

Still having sex was going to be a big step regardless of 
who she was partnered with.  She had heard the stories 
passed around at school but, for the day and age, she 
found herself very unsure of what to actually expect.

She considered.  Right next to her was a veritable fount 
of wisdom on this very subject.  She didn't know how many 
children he had but he WAS married and had at least 
fathered Walter.  She, they all, needed to pump him for 
information.

"I think we should get in the pool."

"We?"  Stan hadn't thought about swimming or bathing 
himself yet.

"You probably need a wash as much as us.  And I don't 
really want to be alone yet."

Though he had had the benefit of a hot shower that 
morning he decided he liked the idea of a warm dip.  He 
hoped he wasn't an embarrassment to his son or "cramping 
his style".

Viv stood and pulled his arm so he had no choice but to 
stand.  He started to walk carefully towards where he 
heard the other youngsters when she tugged his arm back.

"You had better leave your clothes here where you can 
find them."

"Oh", he thought.  He supposed that he couldn't very well 
wear them in.  He didn't have anything else to put on at 
present.  "Yes.  You're right."

Viv insisted on helping him with his shirt buttons but he 
managed to drop his trousers without her assistance.  She 
took his hand and they walked, sliding a foot carefully 
forward before taking each step, over to the edge of the 
pool.  They carefully sat on the edge before, having been 
reassured the water wasn't deep, dropping over the side.

Stan felt foolish having held his breath just in case 
when the water only came mid-way up his body but he was 
also a little relieved that his companion had now joined 
the others.  He would have been less so if he had heard 
her conversations.

"I think we can get him to talk about sex.  Follow my 
lead but be sensible about it."  The others agreed and 
Marnie passed on a whispered instruction in Walter's ear 
that it may turn out to his advantage to play along with 
whatever was said.

Viv swam back to where she had left Stan.  The others 
moved in to where they could be part of the conversation.

"Is it alright if I call you Stan?  I'm sorry I don't 
know your last name."

"Stan is okay.  It seems silly to be Mr or Ms now."

"Stan can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"You know we are supposed to start having babies?"

"Yes"

"Well it sounds silly but we don't really know much and 
there's no-one we can really ask.  Would you tell us 
about it please."

There was a chorus from the other girls; "Please."  
"Please Stan."  "We really do need to know."

Stan was both bemused and anxious and was going to point 
out that there were plenty of female doctors and nurses 
who could probably do a better job than he when his son 
spoke up.

"Dad.  They're right.  If I was in their situation I 
would want to know as much as possible and it would be 
important to find someone they could trust."

"That's right Stan, and I trust you."  Viv was insistent.  
"Besides you can tell us what a man likes; we need to 
know that too."

Stan reluctantly agreed.

He started off with the normal nuts and bolts "When a man 
and a woman are in love ..." and tried to get some 
feedback on what they already knew.  Turns out they had 
all had Sex Ed 101 and knew where babies came from but 
not how to get there from the first "Hi there I'm ...".

The first question was "Does it hurt?" and that led to a 
discussion of virgins and hymens and lubrication; and 
THAT led to foreplay and erogenous zones; and THAT led to 
a review of sexual positions.

Somewhere along the line Stan got coerced into providing 
his "professional" opinion of the girls' "statuses".  All 
six girls maintained they were virgins but wanted his 
advice as to whether they would have to get their cherry 
popped.

Walter wasn't quite sure what to say.  He didn't like 
owning up to his own virginity in front of the girls 
(guys was supposed to get experience, weren't they?) and 
certainly didn't like suggesting in front of his father 
that he wasn't.  He dodged the question and instead posed 
his own questions to his father.  "How will I know if I 
have to be careful?"

THAT lead to a discussion about Walter not getting to 
have sex with any of them unless they were pregnant.  The 
girls all thought that was unfair and that Walter should 
at least KNOW the right thing.

Stan organised for the girls to sit along the edge of the 
pool.  HE and Walter stayed in the water.

"Okay girls I'm going to explain to you and Walter about 
the different parts of your sex organs and I'll check to 
see if you still have your hymens at the same time."

He got Walter to stand next to him at one end of the line 
up, then ran his hand along the girl's thigh until he 
reached the wisps of hair that told him it was where it 
shouldn't be.

"Please feel where I'm telling you so you know what I 
mean.  Walter, put your hand up here too, just follow her 
leg.  Now each person differs, so it would be possible 
with experience to tell you apart by the feel of your 
pussies."

There was a general burst of giggles at the idea.

"At the bottom of your stomach is your pubic hair.  It 
can be fine or thick and it may be a little patch or 
quite a lot.  It can feel very nice like this young 
lady's.  I'm sorry I can't recognise you YET."

"It's Brenda."

Stan ran his hand over her lower belly and got Walter to 
do the same then made sure Brenda was feeling it too.  He 
had quite a few ulterior motives in mind and though he 
hadn't instigated the session, now it was under way he 
wanted to lead it down profitable paths.

"Okay Brenda has a nice wide triangle that is rather 
soft.  This is a bit silly.  Brenda would you lie back 
please and will you other girls gather round.

He waited while they got into position as best as they 
could.  "Now if we number you from one to five starting 
from Brenda's right knee can you take turns just putting 
your hand on Brenda's patch of fur and then perhaps 
comparing it with your own.  Number 1...2...3...4...5"

"The pubic hair is useful to ease friction, it shows when 
a person has gone through puberty and their body is ready 
for sex and it may help send signals to the opposite sex 
by helping spread the smell of the juices we were talking 
about."

When they had all felt Brenda's pubic hair he directed 
their attention to the fleshy outer lips.  Here too 
Brenda had a noticeable cover of hair but it was much 
sparser and the lips were quite puffy.  There was quite a 
bit of rearrangement of limbs as the girls compared 
Brenda with themselves.

Next the inner lips; Stan drew Brenda's outer lips apart 
and straightened the thin folds so they could be clearly 
felt.  "Brenda has beautiful long lips or flaps.  When we 
talk more of oral sex it can be nice to suck on these 
lips."

1-2-3-4-5 & Wally.  Walter was getting much more hands on 
experience that the simple Sex Ed classes he had been 
given at school.

"Next the entrance to the vagina."  They all felt around 
the hole though there was little lubricant yet.

"The clitoris, gently.  It could be barely noticeable or 
proudly erect like a mini-penis.  Regardless of shape or 
size it had much the same sensitivity of the head of a 
man's penis (more on that later ladies)"  And they would 
explore that further together if they had the chance.

Now Stan wanted to check Brenda's hymen and he wanted to 
make sure she was wet enough for him to slide his finger 
in.  He moistened his finger with saliva and worked it 
along the furrow of Brenda's pussy.  She was only 14 and 
had never been touched there that she could recall.  
Certainly any hint of masturbation had been ruthlessly 
suppressed and the only contact had been via a soapy 
washcloth.

The man's finger felt nice; no, more than just nice.  
Brenda wanted more of that.  It had felt strange to feel 
all those hands on her private parts; some had been so 
gentle it was as though they were afraid to touch her, 
others were self-assured and had explored perhaps a 
little more than necessary.  The only one she had been 
sure of was Walter.  It seemed even more improper to let 
a BOY touch her there.

She herself had quite enjoyed feeling her various bits 
and pieces and if it hadn't been for the feelings "Uncle 
Stan" was stirring up she would be eager to compare 
herself against the others as they took their turns; for 
now she just wanted to feel more.

There was a warmth spreading through her body she 
couldn't remember ever feeling before and Stan was 
testing her vagina with his thumb.  His fingers were 
resting across her pubic hair and he stirred her juices 
before gently pushing against her.

The thumb went slowly deeper and deeper.  Brenda lifted 
her hips slightly as she tried to make the contact even 
closer.

Stan pumped he thumb gently in and out while he addressed 
them.  "Brenda shouldn't have any problem.  She has lost 
her hymen somehow and has plenty of lubrication.  If you 
slowly slip a finger into her lovely pussy be careful not 
to scratch her.  I think Brenda should try first; you can 
reassure yourself that you should be able to enjoy things 
straight away."

He put his hand on hers and encouraged her to reach 
inside.  He then had to get her to stop to let the others 
feel inside her.  "You'll be able to swap with one of the 
others in a minute and then you can see exactly what you 
like.  Once you know what makes you feel good you will 
know what to ask others to do for you.  Walter would you 
like to put your hand here first?"

1-2-3-4-5

Before Brenda got up Stan took another turn himself.  
This time Brenda put her hand on his encouraging him to 
continue.  Time was moving on though and he wanted them 
all to be used to touching themselves and each other; 
there might not be another chance like this again.

He smelt the juices on his thumb and, satisfied of the 
freshness of her pussy, he bent to kiss it giving her a 
long swipe with his tongue a long the furrow and over the 
young girl's clitoris.  Brenda gasped at the wet touch 
and almost cried when she realised the attentions she had 
been getting were over (hopefully only for now.)

She sat up on the edge of the pool and pulled Stan over 
to her and hugged him as she said "Thank you".  He kissed 
her cheek and let her get up.

"Who's next?"  He wasn't sure whether there would be 
silence or unanimous volunteering.  Instead it was case 
of a couple of voices immediately followed by a round of 
"after you".  They WANTED to find out more but preferred 
to let a couple of others go first.

Finally Viv moved forward and sat in front of Stan.  He 
said hello and got her settled.  This time he got them to 
check her outer features all at once when it was their 
turn.

Viv had her legs spread wide and found, as Brenda had, 
that it was quite exciting to be groped by a number of 
anonymous hands.  Brenda got her "revenge" and, like many 
of the others, used one hand to check out Viv while she 
compared her own features with the other.

Viv had softer outer lips with a downy coating closer to 
her ass (not yet a topic of discussion but maybe there 
would be another class); Brenda thought her own clit was 
larger but didn't know if that was good or not.  She 
withdrew her hand to let the girl on her left take over.

As she waited her turn to feel inside another girl she 
explored the places where Stan had been able to make her 
feel especially nice.  She couldn't believe he had 
actually licked her there!  Her hand found the moist 
patch and spread it over her lips, through the furrow and 
over her little button.  The juices allowed her finger to 
slide back and forth with increasingly pleasant effects; 
so pleasant she almost missed her turn to probe Viv's 
nether region.

Stan helped her find the entrance and she slipped her 
pointer finger into the damp tunnel.  It seemed to be 
tighter than her own and it was nice to feel it grip her 
finger when she tried to withdraw it.

Remembering Stan's action she pushed her finger deeper, 
withdrew it slightly and then pushed it back again.  She 
was reluctant to withdraw it altogether but once again 
had to make way for another.

She lifted her hand to her face and sniffed her finger.  
The scent was pleasant and she dipped her other hand back 
inside her young cunt to get her own juices to compare.

Her own smelled so nice she touched her tongue to her wet 
finger so see if it tasted as good as it smelled.  It 
did!  That encouraged her to try the other sample.  
Different but most enjoyable too.

Viv had been finished off by Walter this time and he 
tried to fuck her with his thumb in unknowing imitation 
of his father.

Stan waited until his son's extended turn was over then 
repeated his own finger fuck and taste test with the girl 
who had cuddled against him earlier.  He gave her an 
extra-special farewell and she was squirming under his 
tongue when he broke away.

Viv sat up but rather than hugging him like Brenda had or 
simply swapping places with one of the others she slipped 
over the side of the pool and into the water.  "Thank you 
everyone.  That was very educational."

In the pool she could still access the remaining pussies 
but she was also in a position to do a little further 
investigation.

Christie was next with noticeable hooded fold over her 
clit, then Marnie with meaty thighs and long inner lips.  
Each tasted sweet when Stan said goodbye.

When Viv moved past Stan to take her turns she brushed 
against his erect penis, deliberately teasing him.  He 
responded by simply resting a hand on her shoulder as she 
waited next to him.  There was no sign that he objected 
to her touch in any way and that only encouraged her 
more.

Beth followed Marnie and was a surprise for them all.  On 
first investigation she seemed much like the others but 
as Stan manipulated her to help start her juices flowing 
he found her clit expanding with each brush of his 
fingers.

"Now this is something special.  You should be proud of 
this Beth.  I've heard of clits like this but I have 
never had a chance to see, well feel, one before.  If you 
take turns to just see how nicely Beth's clit has grown; 
she's got her own little hard on which should be nice for 
her or anyone else to play with.

Walter have a gentle feel and then let Viv see what it's 
like.

Beth, when you are having sex you will probably find it 
brushing against your partner and you should like the 
extra sensations.  Viv, your turn."

Viv pinched without squeezing and made stroking motions 
with just finger and thumb.  Beth responded with an 
audible moan.

"I don't know what you did Viv but it sounds like it was 
the right thing."

Pleased to get Stan's approval Viv moved back to his side 
but put her fingers on the tip of his prick and made the 
same motion.  His foreskin moved back and forth under her 
touch and he jutted his hips forward.

"Like that", she said.

"Yes, that would do it."  He could have told her not to 
do "that" but he wasn't strong enough to resist the 
temptation and, besides, it suited his plans.

Beth didn't get quite the same treatment as the others as 
Stan found her juices rather strong.  He did however kiss 
the little girl cock and held it between his lips as he 
passed his tongue back and forth over the tip.

Beth squealed and clamped her legs against his head.  
When he was released and had stood up she breathlessly 
said, "Please do that again. Oh please."

Stan would have liked to but he wanted to get through the 
last girl and then give them a chance to explore his son.

"Let's finish this and then I can tell you a few more 
things you might enjoy.  After that, who knows ..."

As Dale, the youngest at 13, took her place Viv was 
getting bolder.  She was taking every opportunity to hold 
Stan's prick and it was funny to hear him stop part-way 
through a sentence if she was particularly distracting.

Dale appeared to be reasonably average in all respects 
although she was a bit shorter than the other girls.  Her 
pubic area was well defined but only sparsely filled in 
and her pussy itself was covered in a fine downy coating.

When Stan fondled her and tried to penetrate her hole he 
finally met an obstruction.  "Now", he thought, "how do I 
avoid scaring her."

"Okay people, you all say you are virgins and I do not 
doubt your word but we finally have a lass who can 
provide proof.  Dale dear if you feel down here you can 
see you have some skin just inside the opening to your 
vagina that seals it a little; not all the way but just 
enough to stop me putting my thumb there.

When you have finished checking it I think the other's 
might like to see what they are missing.  When you put 
your finger there please don't press hard.  Dale might 
not want to lose her cherry right this minute; she might 
decide to save it for someone special and she hasn't met 
everyone yet."

When it was Viv's turn to check she rubbed her ass 
against Stan's cock, teasing the man easily old enough to 
be her father.  He was so different from her actual 
father and she had never seen him so in her mind he 
"looked" more in his mid-twenties, older THAN her but not 
too old FOR her.

He gave Dale her special kiss and she moved back into the 
now empty circle.

"Your turn Walter."

His son suddenly got shy.  What if he didn't live up to 
their expectations?  Was his Dad going to feel him too?

"Daa-aa-ad!"

"Come on son.  Learning about women is only part of the 
story.  These girls need to learn about men too and 
you're it."

Walter lifted himself out of the pool and sat where the 
others had been.  He reluctantly lay back and waited.  
"Not Dad! Please!" he silently prayed.

Stan didn't really want to play instructor with his son 
either and had thought of a suitable alternative.  Viv 
had been busy feeling him up so she should be quite able 
to "handle" his son.

"Viv.  Perhaps you would like to start and explain what 
you can feel."

She "felt" him and he pushed her cheeky hand away, taking 
it out of the water and laying it on his son's thigh.

"His skin is a bit wrinkled and clammy."

"He has been standing in the water longer than you girls.  
I think there may be other things to consider.  Hmm?"

"Okay  Er, He has real curly hair, a bit like Marnie's I 
think.  Oh it jumped."  She laughed as his prick twitched 
away from her arm as she made accidental contact.

"Just don't squeeze his balls hard.  I mean it."

"Right"  She had her hand on his penis now and he was in 
heaven.  "He's hard and I can hold him in my hand with 
the end sticking out, and there's hairs all around the 
bottom of it."

"Alright you're holding his penis.  It's hard when he 
gets excited but there are no bones in it.  You can still 
break it if you aren't careful though, so don't get too 
rough.  It gets hard when more blood goes in than comes 
out and goes down when he's no longer excited."

"So he's excited now then?"

"Any man would get excited when a pretty girl holds his 
cock or prick."

"But how does he know if I'm pretty?"

"I'm fairly sure he thinks you are all pretty.  He can't 
see you but he has heard and felt what you are like and 
besides, any girl who holds your prick in a friendly way  
is going to be attractive to you if you're male, isn't 
she?"

They could see the logic in that.

"Viv.  Gently pull back the skin that is over the head of 
Walter's cock.  That is his foreskin and some men have 
one, some don't.  You can feel how smooth the head of his 
cock is and at the end you can find a slit where his piss 
and cum come out, though not at the same time.  Men 
normally can't piss when they are hard.  What about his 
balls; remember to be careful."

Viv described his sack, saggy skin with sparse long hairs 
and two almost egg shaped balls.  "No", she thought, 
"They are more even except for the funny lumps at the 
back."  Walter squirmed a little at her touch, afraid she 
may accidentally cause the pain that little boys soon 
learn to avoid, a caution that lasts life-long.

"Just put your hand back around his cock now and only 
hold it with your thumb and forefinger.  Does that feel 
okay Walter?"

Walter found it VERY strange to have to answer his father 
about what would normally a very private experience.

"Gak! Er, yes, very nice thank you Viv."

"Just gently move that circle up and down past the bump 
behind his cock head."  Walter moaned.  "That should be 
enough.  That's how he, sorry Walter.  That's how ALL men 
masturbate or you might call it a hand job if you are 
doing it for a man.  If he comes it's called jacking off; 
if a girl rubs her pussy till she comes that's jilling.  
We can talk about that a bit later.  I think it's someone 
else's turn.  Who's next?"

As Stan sorted out the pecking order from the extremely 
patient (not!) girls, Viv decided to emulate Stan.  She 
knew he had given them all a special treat and she 
cheekily leaned Walter's hard erection towards her and 
kissed the end then bobbed her mouth once along its 
length.  Stan heard his son's moan and asked him what was 
wrong while Viv moved back from the boy.

"Nothing Dad.  Absolutely nothing."  He had earlier 
thought of his blindness as a death sentence; perhaps he 
had died and gone to heaven!

Though he didn't get a similar kiss from any of the other 
girls, having six young ladies fondle you and then give 
you a quick wank was more than he could have asked for.  
David had told him of his nocturnal exploits; wait till 
he heard Walter's story.

While he got his jollies his father wasn't missing out 
either.  Viv was now quite brazenly jacking him off 
though none of the other girls were aware of it.  Stan in 
turn had his arm over Viv's shoulder and was playing with 
her breast.  Married with three children aged 14 to 17 he 
never-the-less was finding illicit pleasure at the hands 
of a no-longer-quite-so-naive 15 year old.

While he hadn't wanted his wife to interrupt them without 
warning he knew Deborah would get her own rocks off with 
his story of the day's adventure but with a little luck 
and planning he thought that he may be able to provide a 
better surprise.

"Okay girls.  If Walter is willing you might like to see 
what it is like when a man comes.  It's a bit hard since 
we can't actually see but perhaps if he jack's off and 
you all have your hands over his you will get the idea."

"Dad, I can't jack off.  I just couldn't with you all 
here like this."

"Okay then, do we have a volunteer?"  Stan held Viv back 
with him; let someone else volunteer!

Marnie and Beth both wanted the privilege but Stan ruled 
that Marnie had just spoken up first.  As a consolation 
prize he suggested Beth cup Walter's balls with one hand 
while placing the other in the heap.  He let Viv add her 
free hand to the pile too; in return she kept pumping 
while she stood waiting.

"Now Walter, forget I'm here.  These girls need to know 
if they are doing right or wrong so don't be afraid to 
tell them if they are squeezing too hard or going too 
fast or slow.  You're their teacher now.  Teach them 
properly."

Walter couldn't understand why his father couldn't have 
taken over this part of the "training" too but when 
Marnie resumed the interrupted stroking of his cock all 
other considerations went out the window and he started 
giving them feedback.

"Yes that is right.  You can hold me a bit harder Marnie 
and Beth just a little lighter please.  Oh!  Yes!  Long 
strokes please.  Right to both ends, Nice."

With a rhythm established and conditions perfect Walter 
couldn't hold back for more than a few continuous 
strokes.  It had been bad enough when the girls were each 
only wanking once or twice.

"A bit faster now.  Mmm  Don't miss the head, that's the 
best place."

Stan, finding Viv matching Marnie's strokes and 
definitely NOT missing the head of his prick managed to 
continue the lesson.  "A man's cock head is like your 
clit in some ways.  It gives the strongest sensations 
..."  His monologue was interrupted by his son's suddenly 
urgent instructions.

"Yes Don't stop now.  I'm coming.  I'm coming."

Beth felt his balls tighten; Marnie felt the surge pass 
past her fingers as they continued their meaty massage; 
the other four girls found their fingers covered with a 
warm fluid with an unusual smell.  It was somewhat slimy 
as they rubbed it between thumb and finger but so were 
their own juices.  Some smelled it closely and one was 
brave enough to taste the sample on her hands.

Brenda!  She had tried everyone else's why not Walter's 
too?  Not quite as nice as the girl juice; she wondered 
if boy juice differed as much in flavour too.

Stan's patience was rewarded as well and he hugged the 
young girl to him as she felt the surge pass along the 
channel under his prick and out into the water.  Having 
seen the movie, she hoped when the others came to bathe 
one didn't end up with "Mary's hair gel".

The girls washed their hands in the pool and Walter gave 
Marnie and then Beth a kiss to say thank you for their 
special services.  With his genitals washed off as well 
he found the other girls and gave them a thank you kiss 
too.  He figured with everyone in a receptive mood he may 
as well get friendly with as many of the girls as 
possible.

Stan assisted Viv out of the pool and she followed 
David's pathway to the bathroom.

-----

Stan had found a plastic chair and had set it up near the 
group.  His "old" bones didn't find the ground as 
comfortable though the enterprising youngsters had found 
a number of foam mats that were apparently used for some 
water play.  These kept out the chill of the concrete and 
the humid atmosphere kept their naked bodies otherwise 
comfortable.

He was beginning to recognise voices and to be able to 
attach names to them.  Walter was apparently sprawled 
between Marnie and Beth, Brenda was somewhere in front of 
him and Dale appeared to be on the other side of Marnie.

Christie was seated next to Stan and when Viv found her 
way back from the bathroom she located Stan and resumed 
her earlier seat on his lap.

Before she sat she reached out to his lap and wrapped her 
fingers around the now soft penis.

"Oh it's shrunken!"

Stan decided the revelation he and she had been engaged 
in some private tuition wasn't going to make much 
difference to the girls in earshot.

"Get the other girls to check out Walter when they 
suspect he's not excited or when he's come and they will 
notice the difference too."

"Why not let them see your difference?"  She followed her 
cheeky remark with a shy admission, "It was nice jacking 
you off."

"I found it pretty special too."

She sat down and cuddled against him.

Beth seemed to fancy Walter and so it wasn't surprising 
to Stan when she asked him a question that led on from an 
earlier discussion.

"Stan?"

"Yes?"

"If Walter was wanting to be with one of us but he wasn't 
allowed to make us pregnant is there anything other than 
sex that we, they, could do instead?"

Stan thought over the question.  He had hoped to get on 
to the next level of their "training" while they were all 
here and in the mood.  To accomplish his hastily thought 
out plan he would need them comfortable with a number of 
sexual activities.

"You know how to jack him off so that is possible and he 
can return the favour as well.  We have barely discussed 
breasts and other erogenous zones and why foreplay is 
important.  That really comes first but since you 
asked..."

He adjusted the girl in his lap a little.  He just knew 
something was gong to arise to distract her and he 
preferred they both be comfortable if and when it did.

"The first thing is oral sex.  Instead of using your 
hands on each other you can use your mouths.  You girls 
all know what that feels like now but that was just a 
sample.  It gets a whole lot better.  For a man a blow 
job can be every bit as exciting, sometimes even more so, 
than sex."

"It's not just Walter though."  Some of them thought he 
was talking about himself and maybe some of the other 
blinded men but he had other things in mind.

"A woman can also eat out, I really mean lick and suck, 
another woman.  If you want to feel good and there's no 
man, or if you prefer a woman, you can jill yourself or 
you can get someone to jill you or you can get them to 
eat your pussy.

If you eat him or her at the same time that's called 69."

The idea of lesbian sex wasn't unknown to any of them.  
The physical activities had however been kept from them.

For over an hour they had been exploring each other's 
bodies in ways that only a day or so earlier would have 
brought them severe discipline.  Brenda knew what they 
all tasted like and already had a preference on that 
basis alone.  A couple of others had also tried their 
fingers; Walter certainly had.

They did know how nice oral sex could feel; Beth herself 
was seriously hoping Stan's "who knows" would become a 
reality.  While she hoped Walter or maybe Stan would do 
the honours she just wanted to feel the sensations again.

She tried to rationalise it, "If it was offered in 
exchange for receiving a similar favour it wasn't really 
lesbianism was it?  Just helping out a friend."

Stan coincidentally tried to steer them down a double-
sided path.  "You have to remember that just because you 
like having sex with a woman it doesn't mean you can't 
like having it with a man or vice versa.  In fact some of 
the best times could be when there are more than two of 
you together, male or female.  Haven't you had fun today 
and you haven't worried that the person who made you feel 
good was a girl."

"I don't think Walter wanted you to touch him."  Was that 
Marnie?

"I think that might have been more because I was his 
father.  Imagine if there were a dozen of you in a room, 
boys and girls, all eating each other.  The lights are 
out and you can't see who is who.  Okay bad analogy.  
Still you're a boy and someone starts to suck on your 
cock.  If it feels good can you tell if it's a male mouth 
or a female mouth?  The same applies if you are a girl 
and someone's tongue is licking your pussy.  Is it a 
boy's tongue or a girl's tongue?  In fact you may be 
better off with a girl's tongue because the girl will 
know what SHE likes and may try the same with you."

The teens thought it over.  Walter hadn't thought what it 
would be like to suck another boy's cock but he agreed 
with his father that if his was being sucked he didn't 
think he would be able to tell just from that.

In the past peer pressure stopped any discussion like 
this with a heavy disincentive applied to any suggestion 
of homosexuality.  Boys and men might fancy the idea of 
watching or joining in with two lesbians but were often 
repelled by the idea of naked contact in even a 
superficial way with another male.  And they made sure 
even ambivalent males were drawn into toeing the 
homophobic line.

Beth wanted a bit more specific information.

"What's the best way to have oral sex then?  Should the 
girl lie back on the side of the pool with the man 
standing in the water or are there better positions?"

Stan laughed.  "You can do that.  What's best is what YOU 
find is best.  Anything that gets your pussy near their 
mouth; oh, and still gives them a chance to breathe.

You can kneel on their face either facing their head or 
their feet; you could stand with a foot on a chair while 
they sit under you; if you are really energetic he could 
hold you upside down and eat you that way."

Viv had her own question.  "How about sucking on a 
prick?"  She wasn't really used to talking like that.

"Think how Walter was lying when Marnie made him come.  
She could have leaned over him and used her mouth instead 
of her hand.  She could have stood where you were."

Walter quietly said "Thanks Viv".  Stan realised that Viv 
must have done just that.

Stan considered the sprite on his lap.  "If the man is 
sitting or standing you can kneel or lie across the sofa 
or bed, wherever he is.  If he's holding you upside down 
you can suck on him then."

Brenda, who had tasted Walter's cum then asked, "What 
happens when he comes?"

"It depends on you.  It can be really, really nice for 
the man, and maybe you too, if you keep sucking until he 
comes but then the cum is in your mouth and you either 
have to swallow it or spit it out.  Otherwise you can 
suck on him until he is nearly there and then wank him 
off.  If you have a condom you can keep sucking until he 
comes and let the condom catch all the semen."

Condoms were another item that hadn't been on the "good 
topics for discussion list".  Depending on who was 
commenting they rated somewhere between farting and 
serial killers; no-one had ever mentioned a good side to 
them.

"Of course if you have condoms it is always possible to 
have some good old-fashioned sex without worrying too 
much about pregnancies."

They fortunately hadn't been considered old enough to be 
directly counselled that sex was for reproduction rather 
than pleasure and so were more receptive to Stan's ideas.

"Can we practise?"  Beth wanted her "good" feelings; she 
really wanted them and if Stan said "No" she thought she 
would go after them anyway.

"I suppose so."  It was exactly what Stan was after if he 
could get more of them involved too.  "Do you mind eating 
Beth's pussy Walter? or perhaps you had someone or 
something else in mind Beth?"

They both answered "No".  No-one could see her but Marnie 
wasn't entirely happy with events.  She wanted a bit of 
fun with Walter and Beth was monopolising him.  A light-
bulb went off in her mind.

"Beth why don't you try sitting over his face.  See if 
that's nicer than before.  You can always change around 
if you don't like it."

Beth thought Marnie's idea had merit and Walter didn't 
mind.  He had gone from sitting on a mattress after 
breakfast to having a girl for lunch.

Brenda found Christie.  "Do you mind if I eat you.  You 
tasted so nice."

"You tried my juices?"

"I tried them all; yours were the nicest."

"I'd like that.  I was going to ask Viv if I could eat 
her but I suppose we can change around later.  I'd like 
to try eating you too."

Stan had been listening.  "If Viv wants to, you can all 
do that at the same time.  If Christie lays on her back 
Viv can sit over her face and Brenda can lie between 
Christie's legs."

Viv was agreeable on one condition.  She wanted to kneel 
in front of Stan; she was sure he was not going to 
object.

Beth had sat on Walter's face, lifting herself enough for 
him to get adequate air.  Marnie, to Walter's delight, 
had taken up her own position between his legs and was 
learning how to give head at the same time as he was 
learning the female version.

Dale felt a little left out.  She was the youngest and 
the others had "paired" off without including her.

Fortunately Stan had kept track of who was where, 
guessing a bit for Marnie but he was sure he heard 
slurping sounds from two places over by his son.

"Dale if you're alone can you come over here please?

She made her way past a variety of human obstacles and 
eventually stood next to him.

"If you like I can show you something we haven't really 
discussed yet."  He put his arm around the thin body and 
cuddled her into his side.

"Yes please."  Her trust delighted him.

Viv had pushed his knees apart and hoped Dale wasn't 
going to take this prick away from her.  It was meatier 
than Walter's and she wanted to try it out.

She lifted up off the floor and Christie slid her head 
underneath Viv's pussy; Brenda completed her end of the 
chain and Stan extended it his end when he took one of 
Dale's tiny tits into his mouth.

"Might as well get hung for a lamb as a sheep", he 
misquoted to himself as he cupped her ass and licked the 
pointy tip while enjoying Viv doing the same to a 
different tip.  Things had changed and he was no longer 
facing incarceration for fooling with the 15 year old Viv 
let alone the 13 year old Dale.

Had the moral situation changed?  Had these children 
become women overnight?  Did his blindness represent a 
worse imprisonment than any barred cell could have 
provided?  Did that young girl have a vacuum cleaner 
hidden down there?

"Wow!  She could teach Deb a thing or too!  Talk about 
natural talent."  To her disappointment, he let go of 
Dale's tit and encouraged the kneeling Viv.

"That's marvellous Viv.  You are very good.  Please, can 
you just keep doing that."

-----

Viv nodded her head, something he couldn't see but 
certainly could feel.  She in turn was having trouble not 
grinding her pussy against Christie's darling tongue; why 
hadn't they gotten together like this months ago?

She didn't really need to answer.  Firstly they wouldn't 
really have thought about it; any thoughts of a carnal 
nature were usually limited to how handsome some boy or 
TV actor or singer was.

Secondly, any thought of actually suggesting to one 
another that they get together would have been 
unthinkable.

There was no way of being sure what the reaction would 
have been and the consequences were more than serious.  
No-one knew why girls sometimes disappeared without 
farewells or why a nun once went on a sudden retreat 
leaving them without a proper teacher for three weeks but 
the stories, often embellished far beyond reality, 
certainly raised the eyebrows of the more incredulous 
gossipers.

Finally if there had been the inclination, the level of 
overt and covert supervision made arranging an actual 
assignation nigh impossible.

-----

Christie, stretched out between Viv and Brenda, had 
actually managed to find a sympathetic partner for a 
single short and very limited encounter which involved 
little more than a mutual fingering while they exchanged 
tentative kisses.  Their near discovery had caused the 
postponement of further exploration until they could meet 
at one or the other's house during the next break; a 
break that had never come.

Her friend Teresa had been taken home when the sickness 
first reached the city in the futile hope they could get 
her away before she too was infected.  There had been no 
further news of her nor of those whose parents also came 
to collect them.

She had had her eye on her classmate as well.  Christie 
knew she liked girls.  It wasn't that she didn't like 
boys but rather she found them, well, boyish.  They 
gathered in groups to talk about sport or cars or girls 
(she could understand the latter but not the fixation 
with big boobs).

Admittedly she hadn't really sat down to talk to too many 
on a one-to-one basis, and groups of girls could also 
talk single-mindedly about topics that didn't interest 
her but at least they didn't STOP talking to you when 
other girls turned up.  Add a couple of boys to a young 
mixed couple and see how much of the conversation is 
directed the girl's way unless it's concerned with sex.

She knew, and was attracted to, Viv before she was 
approached by Teresa but wasn't game to make the first 
move.  She was therefore grateful to the object of her 
Sapphic affection for initiating the events that 
culminated in her lying on her back licking at Viv's 
sweet pussy and having her own eaten in turn by the 
equally affectionate Brenda.

Viv's lips brushed over Christie's as her body swayed 
slightly.  Christie poked her tongue into the juices that 
coated them and sought the tasty source.

Finding it she was rewarded, a hummingbird darting in to 
sup on a flower's nectar.  She returned to dine again and 
again, using her tongue to give pleasure to one she could 
love and using the pleasure to stimulate more of that 
sweet sustenance.

She found herself unconsciously duplicating Brenda's 
actions; delving deep, licking long, sucking hard, biting 
tenderly.

She only hoped that Viv was experiencing everything she 
was.

-----

Brenda had Christie's thighs bent up on either side of 
her head.  She too was thankful for Viv's initiative.  
She herself could never have approached someone as old as 
Stan to speak about anything so personal let alone to get 
him to conduct the show and tell where she had learned so 
much more about herself than she had ever suspected.

She had barely touched her own pussy before today.  
Masturbation had been "nice" enough but she hadn't really 
known the right things to do to make it more than that.  
Now Stan had shown her how she could see the quiet 
minutes of the day flitting by; it was handy to be able 
to take your playthings with you wherever you went.

And then to find out how nice pussies tasted.  She would 
NEVER have thought to try one before; well she had never 
stuck her finger up inside herself other than to retrieve 
a tampon string and she certainly wasn't going to lick 
them then.

Christie was the best of the lot!  Better than her own 
taste and that was delicious (if she did say so herself).  
And Christie was so willing to let her just lay here 
licking up those juices.

Brenda was feeling very happy.  She had a new way of 
keeping herself "occupied" and figured if she was quiet 
she could do it any time without anyone being aware; she 
had a new awareness of her companions and would not be 
afraid to ask them if they wanted a rematch; she had the 
knowledge of what to expect when she eventually did have 
sex and an absence of fear that her "honeymoon" would 
include a painful penetration.

She figured she owed Viv and especially Stan big time.  
She hoped she could show her appreciation in some way.

-----

Beth was in heaven.  She hadn't been sure at first 
whether the others would consider her deformed despite 
Stan's reassuring words.

SHE knew her clitty got big if she rubbed it.  It even 
pushed her knickers out sometimes in a frictional 
feedback cycle that had her running for the bathroom 
until the swelling had eased.  Once she had had to put 
her knickers in her pocket for a daring half an hour; the 
cooling effect as the breeze evaporated the moisture from 
her pussy had her shivering in delightful dread.

What she didn't know was that it was an uncommon 
phenomenon.  Stan had praised it and said she should be 
happy she was so lucky; she wasn't sure if the others 
thought of it as abnormal though but Walter was treating 
it every bit as nicely as Stan had himself and Walter was 
doing it for so much longer.

Stan's brief kiss had delighted her.  She had never had 
quite as nice a time before, when she wasn't alone.

She usually just rubbed her clitty and she had also 
stroked herself with the light pinch that Viv had used so 
effectively but there was no way she could circle it like 
they had been supposed to do to Walter.  When it was her 
turn to wank him she had disobeyed slightly and had put 
her thumb and fingers over the end like an octopus on a 
rock.

Walter hadn't seemed to mind the variation in the least.  
She thought that she would have to check his preferences 
some time; she certainly intended to have the 
opportunity.

He also didn't seem to mind her cock-like clitty.  Beth 
just loved the way his lips softly circled it with a 
constant motion while he sucked it in and out and wiped 
his tongue across the end.

As it eased in and out of his mouth she wondered if the 
sensations were at all similar to those he would feel if 
he were to slide in and out of her pussy.

-----

Walter himself was in fact finding out what that was like 
as Marnie had tired of her own oral investigations and 
had decided to take things first literally into her own 
hands and then she tidied up and put things away.

Marnie had found herself contrarily both an object of 
interest to, and a butt for the jokes of, those teenage 
boys she had come into contact with.  With the 
insensitivity and heartlessness of youth they had gawked 
at her chest when her breasts had rapidly grown past all 
of her other young classmates.

Bad enough for a sixteen or seventeen year old it had 
been traumatic for the thirteen year old Marnie.  She 
suddenly was the centre of attention of many boys, older 
as well as classmates, but as well as the interest 
expressed to her face she also heard the lewd remarks and 
laughter behind her backs.  Realising the insincerity of 
their friendship she had rejected it all, in doing so 
missing out on finding the one or two who had shyly liked 
her before as well as after but who as yet lacked the 
confidence to approach her.

As well as the attention during her school day she had to 
put up with the comments from strangers at the mall, the 
movies or when roller skating; during summer break there 
was no way she could be tempted to don bathers, let alone 
a bikini, to visit the beach or pool with her friends.

It only took her a few weeks to draw herself in to the 
extent of becoming a virtual hermit; from sporty and 
active she turned into a couch potato.  Over the summer 
her weight went up, not a lot but noticeable when it was 
time to try her school clothes on at the end of the 
holidays.

By itself that caused her enough trouble but the renewal 
of the unwanted attention when classes started got her 
depressed and her grades started to suffer.  Her parents, 
her teachers and the school councillor persisted until 
they got to source of the problem and the suggestion of a 
girls-only school was taken up with alacrity. 

Her weight stabilized and eased back but her balance had 
changed and she found having large bags swinging back and 
forth made most of her favourite sports uncomfortable.  
Incorrectly perceiving herself as heavier than she was, 
she was now as sensitive about her appearance as she had 
been about her bra size; the day's events made her happy 
for the first time that the blindness had hit, and that 
she had survived.

With no visual pre-perceptions she had been treated just 
as "one of the girls" (she failed to appreciate David's 
earlier willingness to accept her in the subsequent 
excitement).  Walter had gotten to know her in the pool 
before he had first touched her other than for their 
quick game kiss.  Gentle like his father's touch, his 
explorations of her body had been a revelation that had 
made her eager for more and when she had beaten Beth to 
volunteer she had been overjoyed.

Marnie was a bit jealous that Beth had tried to 
monopolise him later and was determined to go one better.  
With Beth being tongued by the young teen, Marnie gave 
him his first blow job.

It wasn't long and it certainly wasn't professional but 
she did try her best to make him feel good.  Beth might 
win in the long run but Marnie knew there could only be 
one first and Walter would always remember her for that.

She wasn't prepared to leave things there though and she 
sat up and felt her way along his legs until she found 
the hard wet cock, a flagpole over his loins.  She kept a 
hold of it as she moved forwards, inadvertently stroking 
it as she manoeuvred herself into position.

The bitch, sorry, her dear friend and classmate Beth was 
leaning forward to keep from suffocating Walter as she 
jiggled her hips over his face.  Her position and 
movement prevented her from realising that the added 
attention he was giving her was due to the slow and 
excruciatingly pleasant descent of Marnie's virgin cunt 
over Walter's equally virgin cock.

Marnie started by lowering herself then straightening her 
legs to lift her body straight up again.  She repeated 
this while enjoying the feel of his prick spreading the 
sides of her cavern as it moved up and down inside her.  
She hugged her huge tits against her ribcage, the flesh 
bulging through her spread fingers.  Her movements became 
a little more energetic and a little less controlled.  
Walter's moans of delight became a hum which raised 
tingles through Beth's pussy.

Marnie had to lean forward and the change in angle 
brought the boy's prick into firmer contact with the back 
wall of her vagina.  It also meant she had to support 
herself on Walter's chest and this brought her hands into 
contact with a surprised Beth's ass.

Beth had sat back onto Walter's chest as she straightened 
and found two sets of splayed fingers underneath her two 
smooth ass cheeks.  Stunned she lifted up again, breaking 
contact with Walter's mouth.

She felt his body shake with Marnie's movements and the 
lad's efforts to drive his organ as deep inside that 
heavenly orifice.  It was only his earlier emission that 
allowed his teenage body to resist another explosive 
emanation.

Beth would have liked to have gotten Walter's cherry, 
eventually, but realised there was no use crying over 
spilt milt (sorry for the pun).  She would just have to 
let him finish eating what had been placed in front of 
him and reward him for a job well done at some later 
stage.

She ignored her rival's fingers (since she didn't seem 
able to squash them) and concentrated instead on the 
quickly-learned oral skills Walter was demonstrating with 
aplomb.

She was fortunate that he had raised her feelings to a 
level where little further stimulation was required; her 
quivering release as her rippling vagina walls sent 
shock-waves through her whole pelvic region just before 
his own body gave a final desperate thrust in an 
instinctive effort to release its seed as deep as 
possible in the female's receptacle. 

He groaned into the furry flesh pressed firmly against 
his mouth when the first spurts of semen left his body; 
then again as Marnie continued to stroke his prick with 
her now sodden chamber, trying to achieve her own 
release.

Beth's gurgling call of ecstatic relief surprisingly 
spurred Marnie on.  The call of the wild?  Was it like 
the need for one wolf or dog or coyote to answer another 
across the night?  Or just human imagination providing a 
voyeuristic thrill?

It helped Marnie to accomplish something she had never 
felt during her own private explorations though and she 
gave a loud grunted "Yes!" when the friction of Walter's 
pubes against her clit finally triggered a personal, 
wonderful, cataclysm.  She collapsed unnecessarily 
against Beth's back as though to say "look how well he 
fucked me".  Beth forced herself to support the other 
girls weight, sensitive to the melon sized cushions 
squashed against her back and plotting her next action to 
secure Walter's affections.

She didn't want to surrender ground first but Walter DID 
need to breathe and Marnie wasn't showing signs of 
sitting back.  Beth got out the way.

Marnie, still mounted on Walter's semi-hard, took 
advantage of Beth's absence.  The squashed melons were 
now pressed against Walter's chest and she found his 
mouth to kiss him.  Damn!  She hadn't thought his lips 
and cheeks would be covered with Beth's juices and his 
mouth would bear their taste.

She recovered and continued to probe his mouth with her 
tongue wondering how Beth would feel about blowing him at 
this time.

Walter had gotten a little tired and appreciated being 
able to have the oral contact inside his mouth rather 
than chasing it.  The kisses went on as his cock slipped 
out and his semen oozed out of Marnie's no-longer-virgin 
hole and over his balls.

Beth was forced to sit by his side and listen to the 
sounds.  She was even more determined now to have things 
her way.

-----

Stan was sitting with one arm still around Dale and the 
other hand moving between playing with her tits and 
stroking between her legs.  When his hand moved 
southwards she would bend her knees slightly to spread 
her thighs as she stood there.  He would slide his hand 
between her thin legs and rub his fingertips along the 
centre of her pussy, transferring fluid from hole to 
clit.  He massaged her genitals and her knees shook from 
the tension and thrills.

Viv had been doing a splendid job, resting her mouth 
occasionally by using her hands in a variety of ways.  
Stan had stopped sucking Dale's tits to encourage Viv and 
to provide instructive comments that the others also paid 
attention to.

Dale found the images conjured up warmed her nubile body 
and increased the effects of the older man's touch.

"Stroke your hand down to hold the foreskin back.  Yes, 
now circle the cock-head with just your lips and bob your 
head up and down.  Great."

"Put your hands on either side of the cock-head and 
barely touching it rub them like you're trying to warm 
them up.  Fantastic."

"Hold the cock-head between your thumb and finger and, 
starting right on my balls, lick all the way along the 
underside of my cock.  Yes, now down, and gently nip the 
skin of my sack.  Good, and again."

Viv was having fun.  Stan was lasting without any sign of 
coming, though he had warned her if she kept certain 
actions up he would explode.  She had desisted to prolong 
the exercise and had followed his instructions to the 
letter.

Whoever ended up with her services would have one well-
trained cock-sucker; Stan hoped he would appreciate her 
as she deserved.  He liked the young girl and hoped to 
enlist her aid in encouraging some of the other girls to 
help him with a special project of his own.

On his next warning that she was going too far Viv 
ignored him and continued.  "Just teasing", Stan thought.

Viv however was serious.  She was tiring as was Christie 
below her.  She wasn't going to come though Christie's 
attempts had been very fulfilling.  She did want to make 
Stan come though.

She was uncertain whether getting him to come in her 
mouth would be a good thing or not.  She figured she had 
to try it at least once to see what it was like and she 
trusted him whereas another man might be rougher.

Besides he had said that coming in the girl's mouth felt 
really, really nice and that's what she wanted to do for 
him to "reward" him for his help and instruction.

The idea that his or their actions would have landed them 
all in serious trouble mere days ago didn't enter her 
brain.  "Stranger Danger" or tales of dirty old men 
COULDN'T apply to someone as nice as "Uncle Stan".

Still, Stan had warned her not to continue to pulse suck 
on his knob while swirling her tongue around it.  The 
repeated suck-release-suck-release while barely moving 
her mouth over the head was making the head more 
sensitive to the passage of her tongue.  With his 
foreskin stretched back the head was immediately more 
receptive and he began to lift his bum off the chair in 
order to drive his cock ever just a little further into 
her willing mouth.

Viv recognised his need and began to fuck his prick with 
her mouth, gradually building up the tempo.  Dale too was 
aware of the sudden imperative that had taken him over; 
she wrapped his head in her arms and cuddled it against 
her small twin mounds as one of his fingers rubbed over 
her pussy and another, shockingly pleasant, made little 
circles in the dent of her ass-hole.  No-one had 
mentioned that, or how nice it felt.  They would HAVE to 
have more training!

The imminence of Stan's ejaculation was obvious to Viv 
though she had no personal experience to draw on.  
Walter's semen had merely splashed against her hands as 
Marnie's fist bounced against her palm.  This was far 
more personal!

She prepared herself but the first surge still surprised 
her and the second was on its way when she was still 
deciding whether to swallow.  She briefly lost the 
spurting hose from her mouth and barely avoiding an 
eyeful of white fluid she hastily swallowed the glob, 
screwing her eyes up as the taste registered, and wrapped 
her lips back around his prick before the third pulse 
came.

She did manage to get most of it down though she gagged a 
little over the taste.  With the explosions over she 
opened her mouth and Stan's cock dragged some of the past 
her lips to be wiped off on her cheek as she moved her 
head back down its length.

His orgasm over, Stan apologised to Dale and drew Viv to 
her feet.

He was accustomed to the taste of his own cum on 
another's lips as he made a point of always letting the 
lady in question (almost always his lovely and loving 
wife Deb) know that he appreciated the honour given him, 
that he didn't consider her soiled, and that he loved 
her.  For the act of sex in Stan's mind should not be 
separate from some level of love.

It needn't be an Earth-shattering, until-death-do-us-
part, monogamous life-mate commitment, it could even be a 
one-night stand; but it meant a sincere respect for the 
other person with an emotional attachment that would 
still be there when the person was absent.

Sex without love was even less than masturbation (you at 
least tended to have some feelings for yourself unless 
totally screwed up), and too much of that could get very 
lonely.

Stan had his arms around the young girl and he kissed her 
with true feeling and an awareness of her reaction; just 
because he wanted to kiss her DIDN'T mean that she felt 
the same.  He needn't have worried as Viv melted into his 
arms.  She felt she had accomplished something.  She, an 
absolute novice, had made a grown man, married with 
children, used to sex, feel such joy that his body had 
force his seed out and he was now thanking her for the 
experience.  She thought she would do almost anything for 
this man.

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Dale had been stirred by Stan's fingering and even more 
so by his coming in her arms.  She felt like a mother 
protecting her little boy and was surprised that such a 
maternal feeling could raise her sexual tension.  As such 
she was desperate for just a little more attention.

She whispered in Stan's ear, "Could you please touch me 
just a little more?  It was so nice.  Please?"

Stan looked unseeingly in her direction, "I can but 
perhaps you would like a chance for someone to eat your 
beautiful pussy?  Walter do you feel up to a second 
course?"  Stan's offer before Dale's acceptance or 
refusal was unthinking but not intentionally rude; 
Walter's immediate "Sure that would be lovely" made it 
difficult for Dale to refuse.  She was unaware of Beth 
and Marnie's shared feelings at his offer; they preferred 
not to have a third rival.

Walter however was willing to cast his nets as wide as 
possible.  Once his cousins had a chance to taste these 
just-ripe fruits he may find them no longer available.

Getting a friendly pat on the rump Dale felt her way over 
to Walter and he gave her a kiss before encouraging her 
to take Beth's former position.  Marnie had eventually 
had to climb off of him and had been sitting on the 
opposite side of him.

Walter had sat up and had been resting a hand on the lap 
of each girl when the proposal had been put to him by his 
father.  Now he was laying down again each girl rested a 
hand on his thigh, his limp prick being a kind of no-
(wo)man's-land between their marked out territories.

Stan got Viv to sit on his lap and they kissed a little 
and cuddled a little while Beth was asked to describe how 
it felt to have Walter eat her pussy.

Once again Stan wanted to get the girls openly 
comfortable about sex together.  Unable to see each other 
and concentrating on their own experiences rather than 
the sounds of the others around them they may have been 
alone with a TV on in the background.  Sharing the 
stories of their experiences would make the whole group 
activity more real and less unusual.

Stan felt Christie sit up as Beth spoke and rest her head 
on Viv's lap.  He noticed the movement of Viv's arm as 
she stroked the other girl's hair with loving sweeps of 
her hand.  He thought he could count on Christie as well.

Brenda had moved over by his feet as well and she now 
curled up with her head on Christie's lap.  While Viv 
caressed Christie's hair, Christie was gently stroking 
Brenda's back.

"Now you've heard Beth's description how does yours 
differ Dale?  Is Walter doing things the same way or 
differently?  When he does them the same way as Beth 
described do you feel the same way she did?  Tell him 
what you want and how you like him to eat you."

David turned up again during Stan's conversation with 
Dale.  He looked over the scene and wished he hadn't been 
taken away.

He grinned with the knowledge they hadn't heard him come 
in.  "Hi"

They started.  "No, it's all right.  Just David.  I was 
checking to see I you wanted to come back but it seems 
obvious you are happy here."

Stan wasn't sure how to deal with his nephew.  They would 
have to have a quiet talk before he said much of anything 
to anyone else.

"I think if you can give Dale a couple of minutes more, 
we probably should go back now."

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