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T20 Porkin' Mindy 01-11 {titmouse} (mf,inc,most other sins)
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WARNING NOTICE: 
 
   The following story is erotic fiction and includes 
descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are a minor or
if such things offend you, quit reading now.
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                  Porkin' Mindy

                    by Titmouse
           (C)1997, All Rights Reserved


1 - Mindy and Johnny

	I was 16 when I nailed my sister, Mindy; she was a year 
younger.  I didn't exactly blackmail her into it, but it was 
something like that.  Actually, I guess it was as much her idea 
as mine.
	What happened first was that I caught her in an awkward 
position with our neighbor, Johnny Simms, in the garage.  He was 
15, the same age as Mindy.  It was August, and we were all on 
summer vacation from school.
	Since I'd seen them sneak into the garage once before, I 
already had my suspicions about what they were up to -- 
generally, if not specifically.  When I overheard Mindy on the 
phone that morning telling someone she'd be "there" at three 
o'clock, I was pretty sure it was Johnny she was arranging to 
meet, and I guessed they were heading for the garage again.  Dad 
was at work, of course; Mom would be at her Wednesday afternoon 
bridge club and wouldn't be back until almost 6 p.m.
	So, at 2:30, I left the house, casually making sure Mindy 
knew I was heading down to the park to play basketball.  But what 
I really did was cut down the alley to the back of our house 
(carrying my 35mm camera in my athletic bag), slip into the 
garage and hide behind some 4x8-foot sheets of plywood that were 
leaned against one of the walls.  They were left over from when 
Dad fixed the back porch roof the previous summer.
	After cleaning out some cobwebs, I had a good view of the 
corner of the garage that was our old play "den" and the old 
mattress and springs that had served as our sofa.  The area was 
enclosed on three sides by sheets hung from the rafters, but it 
was open on the side that faced toward my vantage point.  There 
was an old curtain nearby that I pulled across the opening, 
leaving a space for me to see out.  I was less than 10 feet away 
from the mattress.  I checked the camera, attached the strobe, 
and set it in front of me, leaning back against some bundles of 
old clothes.
	I had barely settled in when the side door to the garage 
opened and Mindy slipped in.  She closed the door carefully, 
leaving it slightly ajar.  She sat on the mattress for a while, 
then got up and wandered aimlessly around the garage, looking at 
Dad's tools where they were arranged neatly on hooks above his 
workbench.  It had been years since the garage had been used to 
park a car; it was Dad's getaway place, where he could putter 
around and pretend to be constructive.
	Mindy was wearing cutoff shorts and a tubetop that molded 
to her slim teenage body and wrapped tightly around her titties.  
She was pretty well developed for her age, although not 
especially large in the chest.  But the tubetop displayed her 
firm, teenage breasts very nicely.  I held very still and kept my 
breath quiet.
	Unaware that anyone was watching, Mindy took the 
opportunity to adjust her clothing, pulling the shorts down out 
of the crack of her ass and running her hands around the top of 
the tube to pull it up securely.  She glanced down at her chest, 
frowned, and then tugged at the bottom edge, pulling it down 
until the tops of her breasts appeared, revealing the cleavage 
between them.
	Moments later, we both heard the back gate click open and 
the faint squeak of hinges.  Then there was the whisk of feet 
through grass and the side door to the garage opened.  Johnny 
Simms slipped inside and pulled the door closed behind him, 
turning the handle so he could latch it quietly.  I heard the 
soft "snick" of metal turning into place as he locked it.
	Mindy walked up to him as Johnny turned from the door, and 
he opened his arms to her and wrapped them around her back.
	"Hi, baby," he said, and kissed her.  Although they were 
the same age, Johnny was at least six inches taller than Mindy, 
and she had to tilt her head back to offer him her lips.  She 
moved in close and pressed her body against his, putting her arms 
around his neck.
	It didn't take them long to get to it, I've got to say.  
After that first kiss, Johnny grabbed Mindy's hand and pulled her 
over to the mattress in the corner.  They flopped down onto it, 
laughing.  Johnny pulled Mindy up close, and she wrapped herself 
around him without any hesitation.  Their feet were pointed at 
me.
	They kissed and hugged for a while, and pretty soon Johnny 
slid a hand into Mindy's top.  I could see his hand wrapped 
around one tit.  Before long, the tube top was around her waist, 
exposing her white half bra.  
	That didn't last long.  Mindy was lying half on top of 
Johnny.  He slid his hands around her back and unfastened the 
hooks of her bra.  Mindy raised up a little and helped him pull 
it out from between them, and then snuggled up to Johnny again.  
But that wasn't quite what she wanted.  She raised up again, 
pushed Johnny's t-shirt up under his arms, and pressed her bare 
tittie flesh against his naked chest.
	I was enjoying myself.  I could see pretty well from my 
vantage point, but I was pretty sure they couldn't see me.  They 
weren't looking, anyway, being far too engrossed in each other.  
As long as I held still and kept quiet, there was nothing to make 
them look my way.
	This was the first time I'd gotten a good look at Mindy's 
titties since she had developed anything worth noticing.  She was 
pretty careful around the house, although I'd catch occasional 
glimpses.  One of the nightgowns she wore would gap open when 
she bent over, and I usually managed to get a peak at her 
developing chest.  I tried not to be too obvious.  But a foxy 
sister is a big temptation and a source of many delights, however 
brief.
	Now, I could see, she had developed very nicely.  Her 
bazoongas were larger than I had realized, and jutted out from 
her chest.  They were round and firm and tipped with eraser-sized 
nipples centered in dark rose areolas.
	Their kisses got increasingly passionate.  Mindy was 
writhing against Johnny, rubbing her tits against him.  One of 
his legs was pressed up between hers, and she was hunching her 
hips back and forth on it, rubbing her pussy against the top of 
his leg.
	Johnny rolled Mindy onto her back and cupped one of her 
tits with his free hand.  He lowered his head to her neck and 
nibbled at the area under her jaw and then down lower in the 
little hollow at the base.  He moved down farther and licked at 
her nipple, which hardened in response, sticking up like a little 
bullet from the round, soft flesh that Johnny was squeezing.  He 
covered it with his mouth, sucking on the taut nub of flesh for a 
while.
	"Oh, Johnny," Mindy sighed, "that feels so-o-o good!"
	In response, Johnny let go of her titty and slipped a hand 
down between her thighs.  He centered his palm in the space 
between them and moved his hand back and forth, rubbing her pussy 
through her shorts.  Mindy responded by opening her legs wider, 
giving him unencumbered access.  She pushed her hips up to meet 
his hand, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip between her 
teeth.
	Johnny soon moved his hand up to the top button of her 
shorts, unfastened it, and tugged down the zipper.  He slipped 
his fingers under the elastic waist of her panties and began to 
wriggle his fingers down across her belly.  Mindy wriggled with 
him, shifting her hips and sucking in her stomach to give him 
more room.
	I could tell when he reached her pussy, partly by the 
position of his hand but more from Mindy's face.  Her eyes popped 
open, although they weren't seeing anything and soon closed again 
dreamily.  She let go of her lower lip, opening her mouth wide 
and taking ragged, panting breaths as Johnny's fingers slipped 
into her nest and began to stroke her.
	"You like that, baby?" Johnny asked her.
	"Oh, jeez, honey, yes!" Mindy panted.  "You know I do."
	"Yeh, I like it, too."  He must have done something with 
his fingers, because Mindy arched her back, pushing her pussy up 
to his probing fingers and giving a little whimper of pleasure.
	Johnny began tugging at her shorts with his other hand.  
"C'mon, help me," he said.
	Mindy grabbed the other side and helped Johnny pull them 
down, raising her fanny off the bed to get them over her tight, 
teenage buns.  Together, they pushed them down to mid-thigh, then 
did the same with her panties.  That bound her legs together, 
though, which made it hard to get access to her pussy, so they 
quickly pushed them down around Mindy's ankles, and she kicked 
them off.
	In my hideaway, I stifled a gasp as Mindy bent her knees 
and spread her thighs apart.  For a moment, before Johnny's hand 
covered it, I had a clear view of her pussy -- a reddened, 
vertical gash against her pale white inner thighs, with two 
crinkled lips that gapped slightly open and glistened with 
moisture, topped with curly brown hair that trailed down around 
the edges of her slit.
	The sight stuck in my eyes, and years later I can still see 
it.  I'd never really seen a girl's pussy live and in the flesh 
before -- a few magazines and a porno flick that a friend had, to 
be sure, but those were paper and television.  Although I'd had 
my fingers in a couple of hair pies and had even been one of the 
group who banged Jeannie Zamole in the closet at a friend's 
party, it had always been dark and secret.  I had felt a lot more 
than I'd seen.
	I'd never seen Mindy's pussy, of course, not since she was 
a little girl whom Mom bathed with me.  I'd had glimpses of her 
mound from time to time, but always covered by panties or pj 
bottoms.  This was my cute little sister's bare and apparently 
eager cockholder.
	Although it burned its image in my mind, it was only a 
moment's vision before those two rosy lips were covered by 
Johnny's fingers.  He rubbed his hand up and down her slot.
	Johnny worked a finger between Mindy's pussy lips, then 
bent his middle finger and began to push it into her.  Mindy 
apparently liked this, since she helped by pushing her hips up 
and spreading her thighs wider to make it easier for him to get 
in.  Before long, Johnny's finger was buried to the hilt in her 
tender teenage cunt.  He began to slide it in and out of her 
pussy, occasionally plunging it all the way in and rolling his 
wrist to make it rotate inside her, a move that always brought a 
moan from Mindy.
	I couldn't help imagining that it was my finger in Mindy's 
pussy.  Until then, I had never thought of my sister as a serious 
sexual object, just a convenient example of femaleness who was 
handy and interesting to look at.   Now, I began to see her 
differently.  If she would let Johnny Simms do that to her, after 
all, maybe she would let me.  I'd heard of such things.  My 
prick, which was already hard, swelled and strained at the 
thought.
	On the mattress, Mindy had apparently tired of being a 
passive object of Johnny's attentions.  Her hand traced down 
across his chest to his waistline and below.  Cupping her hand, 
she stroked the bulging front of Johnny's jeans.  Then she moved 
back up to his waist and began to fumble with his belt.
	After a moment, though, it was clear that Mindy wasn't 
making much progress.  Johnny pulled his finger out of her pussy 
and unbuckled the belt himself, then unfastened the buttons down 
the front of his jeans.  In the meantime, I had a great view 
between Mindy's splayed thighs for a long moment, until she 
slowly drew them together.
	Once Johnny had the front of his pants unfastened, he 
returned his hand to Mindy's pussy.  Finding there wasn't enough 
room, however, he put a hand on her upper knee and pushed her 
legs apart again, giving me another great beaver shot.  As Johnny 
began to stroke and probe her cunt again, I couldn't help moving 
my hand to my cock and squeezing it through my pants.
	Meanwhile, now that Johnny had opened the way for her, 
Mindy lost no time in getting her hands on his equipment.  
Slipping one hand inside his undershorts and pulling down on the 
waist with the other, she soon pulled his dick out into view.  I 
couldn't help noting that he wasn't as big as I was.
	Wrapping her fingers around his meat, Mindy began to push 
and pull on it -- somewhat awkwardly I thought, but it was 
clearly enjoyable to Johnny.  He groaned and began to pump his 
hips back and forth, helping to slide her hand along his prick.
	Both of them were sighing and moaning, more or less 
constantly.  Then Johnny pulled his finger out of Mindy's pussy 
again and, reaching behind his butt, pulled out his wallet.  I 
was pretty sure what he was going for, and sure enough he pulled 
out a foil rectangle, then dropped his wallet on the floor.
	"Oh, babe, I gotta have you now," Johnny said.  He handed 
the foil-wrapped rubber to Mindy, then sat up and stripped off 
his t-shirt.  His pants and underwear soon followed.  While he 
was doing this, Mindy tore open the packet and pulled out the 
rubber.
	Then Mindy did something that shocked, amazed and thrilled 
me.  Johnny had leaned back on one elbow, his prick jutting out 
toward her.  Curling at the waist, Mindy bent forward, wrapped a 
hand around the straining wand, and stretched out her neck until 
her lips reached the head of Johnny's dick.  She gave it a kiss, 
then parted her lips and took the head of it into her mouth.  I 
saw her cheeks hollow as she sucked on it.
	"Aw, god, Min!" Johnny moaned.  "Stop or you'll make me come 
right now."
	Mindy sat back with a wicked and rather pleased smile on 
her face.  She settled the rubber on the head of Johnny's cock 
and began to roll it down.  She seemed pretty familiar with the 
technique, too, holding the top in place with one hand while she 
worked the rubber down the shaft.  Johnny just lay back on his 
elbows and watched her.
	"There," Mindy said.  Still wearing that wicked grin, she 
looked at him sideways.  "Now what?" she asked innocently.
	"Now," Johnny growled, "I'm going to fuck the hell out of 
you!"  He pushed on her shoulder and Mindy fell back onto the 
mattress.  As Johnny shifted his torso between her legs, she 
lowered a knee to the mattress to welcome him.  Then, as he began 
to center himself over her, she raised both her knees around his 
hips.
	My view of the crucial moment was blocked by Johnny's body.  
What I could see best, in fact, was his thin, slightly hairy butt 
and the wrinkled bag of balls that hung down beneath it.  Johnny 
reached down between them, obviously guiding himself to the right 
spot.  He hunched forward and Mindy spread her legs wider, 
placing her feet flat against the bed and pushing her hips up to 
meet the thrust.  I saw the muscles of Johnny's butt ripple 
slowly several times as he gradually worked his cock into her.
	Then he hit bottom apparently, because they both moaned.  
Mindy threw her arms around Johnny's neck and hugged him tightly, 
and he slid his hands under her shoulders, resting the weight of 
his upper body on his elbows.  Mindy slipped her legs inside 
Johnny's and extended them, wrapping herself around him.
	Johnny began to pump in and out of Mindy's pussy.  I could 
see little of my sister, since their legs were pointed almost 
straight at me.  But I could hear her.  At first, she sighed each 
time Johnny pushed forward, driving his prick into her cunt.  
Gradually, Mindy became more and more excited, and she started 
crying "oh...  oh... oh..." in time to his thrusts.
	Johnny was getting excited, too.  The pace of his shoves 
picked up, and soon he was pounding into Mindy's pussy, making an 
audible slap each time he hit bottom.  Mindy raised her legs high 
and locked her heels behind his back.
	"Oh, god, Mindy, that feels so good," he panted.  "Oh, yes, 
baby... yes!  I'm going to come... yes... ahhhh... ahhh... 
ARRRRGH!"
	Johnny slammed his prick down into her and stayed there, 
hunching and jerking.
	"Yes, Johnny!" Mindy cried, "Give it to me, baby.  Shoot 
it!  Come on, come in me!"
	They were thrashing around on the mattress and had turned 
at more of an angle to me.  I could see Mindy's face, now, which 
was what I had been waiting for.  I decided I'd seen enough.
	Checking the strobe to make sure it was fully charged, I 
sighted through the camera lens.  Using the telephoto, I framed 
their writhing bodies from head to mid-thigh.  I waited for the 
right moment, until both faces were clearly shown, and tripped 
the shutter.  A bright flash of light shot through the garage.
	They were stunned into immobility.  Scrambling out of my 
hiding place, I stood up and started clicking off more pictures.  
Mindy shrieked, and Johnny said something wise like 
"Whatthefuck!?"
	I had to control my face to keep from laughing.  Mindy had 
shoved Johnny back and off her, and both of them were trying to 
scramble into their clothes.  Mindy got her shorts back on pretty 
quickly and yanked up the tube top that was still around her 
waist, but then she spotted her bra, picked it up and stuffed it 
behind the mattress.  
	Meanwhile, Johnny couldn't seem to get his feet into his 
jeans.  He'd pulled one leg inside out when he'd taken them off.  
When he did finally get a leg into his pants, he realized he was 
about to put them on backwards and had to pull it out and start 
over again.  He did better on the second try, but, when he stood 
up, he realized he was still wearing the rubber, which dangled 
its sperm-filled tip and wobbled back and forth in mid-air.  
Finally, he stuffed it inside his pant and began to fasten them.  
I got most of it on film, popping another photo every time the 
strobe re-charged.
	While Johnny was pulling his t-shirt over his head, I set 
the camera behind me on a table, stepped up close and sucker-
punched him right in the stomach.  He dropped to the mattress 
with a "whooof" and bent over his knees, gasping for breath.  
Mindy looked at me with alarm as I moved toward her, but I just 
bent over, picked up the torn foil from the rubber, and put it in 
my pocket.
	"Get out of here, Johnny," I said calmly.  "I don't ever 
want to see you again.  Stay away from my sister.  If you give me 
any trouble at all, I'll see that you're arrested for rape."
	Mindy started to protest, but I turned a cold eye on her 
and cocked my head warningly; she thought better of it.  Johnny 
grabbed his shoes and socks, picked up his wallet, and shuffled 
toward the door, still bent over.  He crab-walked out the door 
and was gone.


2 - Mindy Bribes Me

	Mindy sat up on the bed, her arms wrapped around her knees, 
and looked at me.
	"Jeez, Willy, you scared the shit out of me," she said.  
"What do you think you're doing, anyway?"  Mindy had always been 
a supporter of the "best defense is a good offense" school.  But 
I wasn't going to let her get away with it this time.
	"Don't give me that crap, Mindy," I said.  "I was there 
because I was pretty sure what you were up to, and it looks like 
I was right.  What the hell do you think you're doing?"
	"Come on, Willy," she said, her tone somewhat less 
righteous.  "You act like I'm a kid.  I know what I'm doing."
	"You're only 15," I shot back.  "What do think Mom and Dad 
would do if I told them what you've been up to?  You'd be 
grounded forever."
	"Oh, jeez, Willy," Mindy said, fear on her face, "you're 
not going to tell Mom and Dad are you?"
	I glared at her without saying anything.
	"Please, Willy!" she begged.  "They'd kill me!"
	"Well..." I said, looking up as if I was thinking about 
what to do.
	Mindy was beginning to catch on.
	"So, just what do I have to do to keep you from telling on 
me?" she asked.
	"You don't have to do anything," I said, "unless you want 
to, that is.  I think I'd rather tell Mom and Dad what's been 
going on.  I really should..."
	"Come on, Willy," Mindy said, looking at me with a raised 
eyebrow.  "You don't really want to do that.  Especially if I 
make it worth your while."
	"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
	"Well..." Mindy hesitated.  "How about if I suck your 
dick?"
	My heart fluttered, but I said "Well,... I don't know..."
	"Come on, Willy," Mindy said, "you'll like it if I suck it.  
Has anyone ever done that to you?"
	I shook my head, unable to speak for a moment.  I was going 
to get the fabled blowjob.  This was working out a lot better 
than I had dared to hope.
	As I said before, my experience to this point was pretty 
limited.  The closet session with Jeannie Zamole had been pretty 
disgusting, since I was the sixth in line.  The closet reeked of 
sweat and sex by the time I entered.  Jeannie was a chubby girl 
and not very pretty.  She was using sex in an attempt to be 
popular, but her interest had pretty well been exhausted by the 
time it was my turn.
	She had wasted little time on preliminaries (not that I 
needed them), pulling my rampant hard-on out of my pants in a 
hurry and quickly guiding me between her legs and into her 
sloppy, overflowing cunt.  I had slipped -- almost fallen -- into 
her and followed her instructions to "start bouncing" with such 
dispatch that I had come in about 30 seconds, to the relief of 
both of us.  I had emerged from the closet only minutes after I
had entered, and there had certainly been no preliminaries or 
follow-up petting.
	Other than that, I had a lot more fantasy experience than 
real life.  I had seen a blowjob in the fuck video at my friends, 
but none of the girls I had fingered had done anything more than 
stroke me from the outside of my pants.  No live girl's mouth had 
ever been near my penis, which was straining my pants now.
	"Come on over here," Mindy said, reaching out a hand to me.  
"I can fix that problem."
	Dumbly, I reached out to take her hand.  Using it for 
leverage, Mindy pulled me closer and swung her feet off the 
mattress and onto the floor.  With her other hand, she reached up 
and stroked the front of my shorts.
	"Hmmm," Mindy said, "that feels interesting.  Let's see 
what you've got in there."  Using one hand to pull the elastic 
waist of my shorts forward, she slid the other hand into the top 
and wrapped her fingers around my prick.  Her fingers were warm 
and slightly moist.  My cock jumped at her touch and swelled in 
her grasp.  "Oooh," Mindy cooed, "you've got a nice one.  Big and 
fat!"
	She pulled down on the waistband and popped my dingus out 
into view.  Using it like a joystick, Mindy steered me backward a 
little and slid off the mattress onto her knees.  Letting go for 
a moment, she grabbed my shorts and tugged them down to mid-
thigh.  Then she took hold of my cock again and, pressing it up 
against my stomach, stuck out her tongue and licked up the 
underside like it was a big lollipop.  A chill ran up my spine as 
her warm, wet tongue slid over my sensitive skin.
	Then, wrapping her hand around the base, Mindy pulled down 
until my cock stuck straight out.  She moved her face up close 
enough that I could feel her breath.  Looking up right into my 
eyes, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head 
of my dick.
	Mindy sucked on the head for a while, then waggled her 
tongue back and forth underneath it.  The intense stimulation 
made me gasp.  Slowly, Mindy pushed her head forward.  I watched 
my prick disappear as it slid between her lips, savoring the 
tight, wet, clasping grip of her mouth.
	Mindy got about two-thirds of it into her before she had to 
stop.  Then she reversed her direction, pulling her head back and 
dragging my cock over her tongue.  Mindy began bobbing her head 
back and forth, alternately pushing forward to suck my tool into 
her mouth and pulling back to slide it out.
	It was the most incredible thing I'd ever felt.  My cock 
jerked and swelled between Mindy's lips.  Part of the thrill was 
that it was my little sister's mouth I was sliding my prick in 
and out of.  I reached down and cupped one of her firm tits, 
feeling the nipple press against my palm through the fabric.  I 
thought about sticking my hand down into the top to feel her 
naked breast but chickened out.  I could feel my balls pulling 
up, as if straining to get closer to my sister's warm, sucking 
mouth.
	I had jacked off to a fantasy of fucking Mindy once, and it 
had been a strangely thrilling and exciting experience.  In my 
fantasy, I had caught Mindy in the bathroom, just emerging from a 
shower.  We had looked at each other and had immediately become 
inflamed with urgent desire (of course).  I pulled off the towel 
she had wrapped around her body, and she had pressed her still 
wet body against me, her hands quickly opening my pants and 
pulling out my cock.  In a flash (my cum was already rising), I 
was sitting on the toilet seat and she was straddled over me, 
bouncing up and down on my stiff prick.  Moments later, I shot my 
load up into her pussy to her cries of passion.
	I was troubled by the fantasy without quite knowing why.  
It just didn't seem right to jack off to daydreams of my sister.  
Although I couldn't help noticing her increasingly sexy teenage 
bod, there were plenty of other girls to occupy my fantasies.  I 
looked at Mindy and secretly gloated over her charms, but my 
jackoff sessions focused on other targets of my insatiable lust.  
Now, here she was, sliding her lips along my rampant erection.
	Once I was thoroughly wet, Mindy shifted her grip from the 
base of my cock to the shaft and began sliding her hand up and 
down my dick, jacking me off into her mouth.  Sometimes she moved 
her hand in the opposite direction, pushing her hand toward my 
stomach as she drew her head back, then pulling forward as she 
drove her head in to swallow me again.  Other times, Mindy moved 
her hand along with her mouth, making it into an extension of her 
nibbling, sucking oral cavity.  She would also twist her hand, 
rotating it around the shaft and adding a delightful and 
different additional friction.
	It didn't take very much of this before I began to feel the 
first tingles of my impending come deep in my middle.
	"Oh, god, Mindy," I gasped, "that feels great.  Ooh, suck 
it, Sis.  You're gonna make me come."
	Mindy sensed my excited state and began to move faster, 
whipping her head back and forth on me.  Her fingers, wrapped 
tightly around my prick, flew up and down on the shaft, twice as 
fast as she could suck on me with her mouth.
	She seemed eager to get it, to actually want me to shoot my 
spunk into her face.  Mindy was moaning deep in her throat, 
sending incredible vibrations down my cock, and making little 
whining gasps for air.  She wrapped her other hand around it, 
too.  I was pumping my hips back and forth, making my prick shoot 
in and out of my sister's clasping grip and sucking mouth.
	"Oh... oh... oh, yes..." I groaned.  "Oh, I'm gonna come, 
Mindy!  Here it is... here it is... AHHHHHRGH!"
	The cum jetted out of me, spurting out in shot after shot, 
racing out of my balls and through my cock into Mindy's eager, 
sucking mouth.
	"UMMMMMM!  UMMMMM!" Mindy cried as she drank my cum. Some 
of it leaked out around the corners of her lips and spread along 
the shaft, making it even more slippery.  Her flying hand milked 
at me, squeezing my cock as she pulled down it toward her 
grasping lips.  I heard and felt Mindy swallow convulsively 
several times as she gulped down my cum and sucked harder to get 
it all.
	My knees almost buckled under me, but I managed to stay on 
my feet.  Mindy's mouth, which was still sucking gently and 
tonguing my deflating cock, felt too good to pull away from.  
Shocks of pleasure that were just short of pain still shot 
through me every time she rasped her tongue under the 
excruciatingly sensitive glans.
	I would have stood there forever, I guess, but Mindy 
finally pulled back and let my prick flop out of her mouth.  She 
looked up at me and ran her tongue all around her lips, gather up 
the residue of my cum.  She ran a finger up one side of her chin 
to collect a dribble that had run down from the corner of her 
mouth, then licked her finger.  She swallowed several times, 
getting the last of it.
	"Wow, Sis," I said, "that was great!"
	"Yeah," Mindy said, "I kind of liked it myself.  You really 
shot a loadfull."  Beneath the tubetop, I could see her hard 
little nipples poking out against the fabric.
	I felt stupid standing their with my limp dick dangling 
between us, so I pulled up my shorts.  Mindy gave the front of my 
pants a pat, then stood up.  She moved in close to me, close 
enough to kiss, and looked up at me.
	"So," Mindy said, "you're not gonna tell Mom and Dad, are 
you?"
	"Naw," I said, "I guess not."
	I stood there awkwardly for a moment.  What I wanted to do 
was grab Mindy and give her a passionate kiss, but I wasn't sure 
if I should, and the moment passed.  I turned away and walked 
over to get my camera.  I had exposed eight pictures.  (They had 
exposed themselves.)
	"What are you going to do with that?" Mindy asked.
	"I don't know," I said, although I had already planned to save 
the film until school started and I could get access to the photo 
lab again.
	"You wouldn't be crazy enough to send them in, would you?" 
she said.  "They look at the pictures, you know."
	"They're black-and-white," I told her.  "I though maybe I 
could develop them at school."
	"You wouldn't consider giving the film to me?"
	"I don't think so," I said.  "I want to make sure Johnny 
doesn't come back again.  This is some insurance."
	Mindy walked back over to the mattress and sat down.  She 
watched me for a while without saying anything.
	"I don't care about Johnny," she said after a while.  "He 
was just handy.  I wanted someone to make it with, and he just 
happened to be in the right spot at the right time."
	I thought about that for a moment.
	"Was he the first?" I asked.  Mindy laughed.
	"No," she said, "not even close." She rolled her eyes up, 
thinking.  "The fifth... no, sixth."
	My eyes bugged.  "You're kidding!"
	"No, big brother, I'm not kidding," Mindy said.
	I staggered over to the mattress and sat down on the 
corner.
	"Jesus, Mindy!  This summer?"
	"Try again, Willy," she said, a self-satisfied grin on her 
face.  "Last summer was the first.  Two last summer, three during 
school, and then Johnny.  Surprised?"
	"God, yes," I admitted.  "I had no idea."
	"You still wouldn't if we hadn't got careless."  She looked 
at me speculatively.  "Did you hear us on the phone?"
	I nodded my head.
	"I thought so.  I saw you go by, and wondered..."  Mindy 
leaned back on the mattress.  Something about the change of 
position must have jogged her memory, because she looked down at 
her chest, then looked behind the mattress.  She reached down and 
pulled out her bra.  "Oops!"
	I expect I blushed, because seeing her bra made me realize 
that her tits were bare under her tubetop.
	"Turn around," Mindy said.  "I gotta put this thing back 
on."
	I swiveled around and faced out into the garage.  Mindy 
rustled and bounced around as she put herself back together.  I 
could almost follow her progress through the stages of getting 
those pert, young titties back in harness.
	"So," Mindy said while she continued to adjust things, "how 
many girls have you had?"
	"Not as many as you," I said, my tone a little righteous.
	"I haven't done any girls," Mindy shot back.  "Not yet, 
anyway."
	I jerked my head around sharply, forgetting I wasn't 
supposed to be looking.  Mindy was adjusting the tubetop.  She 
was also grinning.
	"Just kidding," she said.  "You can turn around now."
	I swiveled back to face her and tried unsuccessfully to 
keep my eyes from straying down to her chest.  The bra gave her a 
firmer outline and also made her tits look a little bigger, I 
thought.  Her nipples were no longer visible through the fabric.
	"Seriously," Mindy said, "how many?"
	"Two," I said, counting Rosy Five-Fingers as one.
	Mindy grinned at me, making me blush again.
	"It's harder for guys," she said.  "You have to talk 
somebody into it.  For a girl, all you have to be is willing, at 
least if you're half way attractive."  Mindy paused.  "Do you 
think I'm attractive?"
	"At least half way," I said, smiling.  She punched me on 
the arm.  "Okay," I said, "maybe three-quarters."
	Mindy wouldn't tell me who her other five partners had 
been, so I didn't have to tell about mine or invent a lie for the 
second one.  She said the first time hadn't been as much fun as 
she had expected -- it hurt and the guy was as inexperienced as 
she was -- but that things had gotten better the second time when 
she intentionally picked an older boy who knew what he was doing.
	I admitted that my first time had been just slightly better 
than not doing it at all, too, and vaguely described the 
circumstances.  Mindy said she'd once had two guys on the same 
day, but separately.  She also told me that she wasn't afraid of 
getting pregnant because she was on the pill, but that she made 
Johnny wear a rubber because she didn't trust whoever else he 
might be having sex with.
	All this talk about sex was getting me going again.  I 
sneaked a look at my watch, trying not to be too obvious, but 
Mindy saw my glance anyway.  It was almost five o'clock -- too 
risky to start anything.  My sister seemed to know what I was 
thinking but said nothing, just gave me a funny smile.
	We talked for a while longer about this and that, then 
agreed we should get back to the house before anyone came home.  
I stood up and helped Mindy to her feet.  As we left the garage, 
I held the door to let her go first, touching her on the shoulder 
as she went by.  She looked back at me with that enigmatic smile 
again, then led the way to the house.  I followed behind, 
watching hers.


3 - At the End of the Trail

	Nothing much happened for a couple of days after the 
session with Mindy in the garage.  I couldn't help watching her 
all the time, though.  Every time I saw her face, I remembered 
how she looked with my prick between her lips, especially the way 
she had looked up at me, clearly delighting in the feel of my rod 
in her mouth and the pleasure she was giving me.
	I sneaked looks at her firm, teenage tits and remembered 
how it had felt to touch them.  I looked at her legs and 
remembered how she had wrapped them around Johnny Simms, and I 
imagined how it would feel to have them wrapped around me.  I 
looked at her crotch, especially when Mindy wore the tight shorts 
she favored, and daydreamed of the treasure that her plump mound 
concealed.  I remembered how she had sighed when Johnny sank his 
cock into her, and the moans she had made when he pumped in and 
out of her pussy.
	In short, I went around with an almost perpetual hard-on 
whenever Mindy was near and a good deal of rest of the time.  
This meant turning my back to her or leaving the room a lot.  I 
jacked off furiously in the bathroom Thursday night, imagining 
Mindy with me on the mattress in the garage, which relieved the 
pressure somewhat.
	Sometimes I would catch her looking at me, usually with 
that same enigmatic smile.  I didn't know what to make of that 
smile.  There was a tension in the air between us.  I kept trying 
to think of a way to make a move on her.  At the same time, I was 
disturbed by the thought of banging my own sister.  But I wanted 
to.  Oh, how I wanted to.
	On Saturday, we all worked around the house -- Mom, Dad, 
Mindy and I.  After straightening our rooms, Mindy and I washed 
both cars.  We both changed to bathing suits for the chore.  I 
put on a pair of baggies and was glad I did, because Mindy wore 
her bikini.  
	It was the smallest one our folks had ever permitted her to 
have.  The bottoms were cut high, making her legs look longer.  
Her butt cheeks were only half-covered in back, and the front 
dwindled to a narrow strip of fabric that barely covered her 
pouting mound.  The top was cut low enough to reveal the tops of 
her breasts and the valley between them.  It must have 
incorporated a push-up bra, because Mindy's tits rode higher and 
looked rounder than ever.
	I couldn't get enough of looking at her, even though it was 
driving me crazy.  She knew it, too.  I concealed my near 
constant hard-on as best I could, but I saw her sneaking looks at 
me several times.
	While we were working on the cars, she kept finding excuses 
to bump into me, touching hips or shoulders.  She leaned down to 
wring out a sponge in the wash bucket, which gave me quite a view 
into her bikini top.  And once, while we were washing to top of 
Dad's car, she leaned against my back, pressing those tits 
against my bare skin for several seconds before moving away.  I 
was pretty sure she was doing it intentionally.
	When we were done, Mindy said she was sweaty and had soap 
on her suit, and asked me to hold the hose for her while she 
rinsed off.  I held the hose above her head, and she turned 
slowly under the cascading water, alternately presenting her 
front and then her back to me.  I got a good eyeful.  At one 
point, she faced me, pulling her shoulders back and sticking 
those marvelous tits out right at me, letting the water strike 
her just at the base of her neck and flow down over them.  I 
wanted desperately to grab her, especially when she caught me 
looking and gave me a foxy wink.
	We laid around on the back patio for an hour after that, 
letting the sun warm us and dry us off.  We chatted for a while, 
then Mindy read one of her magazines.  She lay on the lounger, 
shifting position occasionally to expose a different part of her 
to the sun.  In the process, she exposed different parts of 
herself to my covert gaze over the detective novel I was reading.
	 That afternoon, Mindy went shopping with Mom.  Dad and I 
took care of a couple of minor chores, then split up.  He went 
into the garage to putter around, leaving me on my own.  I was 
worked up and couldn't get interested in anything.  It was all I 
could do not to run up to my room and jack off again.  Every time 
I thought about my sister, my cock jerked to attention.
	I was supposed to have a date that evening with Susie 
Recendez, but she called about two o'clock to say that she was 
sick.  I was suspicious that she was giving me a brush-off at 
first, but then she started coughing and couldn't stop, which 
convinced me.
	Once I knew she wasn't dumping me, I was just as glad Susie 
had called it off.  I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere with 
her in the foreseeable future.  And Mindy had me so hot and 
bothered that I needed something more than a polite goodnight 
kiss.
	At dinner, when Mom found out I wasn't going out after all, 
she asked if I minded staying home with Mindy.  Mrs. Wharton, it 
seemed was very ill, and Mom had been thinking about visiting her 
anyway.  Dad was going to be gone, as usual on Saturday nights.  
Mindy, as always, complained that she wasn't a baby anymore, and 
she didn't need me to babysit her.  Somewhere in there, she 
managed to wink in my direction, so I griped a little myself 
before agreeing that I would stay home with her.
	Mom left a little before 7 p.m. with a promise that she'd 
be back not later than 10.  I grumped a little and walked her to 
the back door with a sour look on my face, trying not to overact.  
Mom thanked me for staying with Mindy, saying she really 
appreciated it.  Then she got in her car and backed out of the 
drive.
	I walked back through the kitchen and dining room.  There 
was no sign of Mindy there or in the living room.  I went back to 
the den but the television was off and the room was dark except 
for the lamp in the corner.  
	I wandered back into the living room and was about to sit 
down when I glanced over toward the stairs.  One of Mindy's 
tennis shoes was on the third step, just before it turned.  I 
wandered over idly.  Around the bend in the stairs, up another 
couple of steps, was a sock.  Then another shoe.  Then another 
sock.  Almost at the top, I could see the pale blue shorts she 
had been wearing.
	I went up the stairs, gathering articles of clothing as I 
climbed.  When I reached the top, I could see the t-shirt Mindy 
had been wearing on the floor about halfway down the hall to her 
room.  I walked down the hall and picked it up.  Min's door was 
pushed to but not closed.  I could see the strap of her brassiere 
poking out and light coming out through the crack.  I knocked on 
her door.
	"Who is it?" Mindy asked.
	"Who do you think?" I said.
	"Oh," she said, casually.  "Come on in."
	Since my hands were full of clothes, I bumped the door open 
with my shoulder and bent down to pick up the bra and add it to 
my pile.  Then I looked up.  Mindy was in bed, under the covers, 
with the sheet pulled up under her arms.  Her panties were on the 
floor in the middle of the room.  She was smiling widely.
	"Are you sure you aren't the maid?" she laughed.
	"What the hell do you think you're doing," I asked, tossing 
her clothes onto a chair.  "What if Mom had come back?"
	"Oh, don't be such a wart, Willy," Mindy said.  "She didn't 
come back, did she?"
	"No," I admitted.
	"Then why don't you come over here and talk to me before 
she does?"
	I felt pretty confused as I walked over to Mindy's bed.  I 
was pretty sure that she was naked under the sheet.  Hell, she'd 
gone out of her way to make sure I knew.  When I got closer, I 
could see that the nipples on her firm, young breasts were poking 
the sheet from underneath.  What did Mindy have in mind?  I 
couldn't think straight.
	"Don't just stand there staring," she said.  "Sit down."  I 
sat.
	Neither of us said anything for a long minute.  Mindy 
seemed quite content to lie there, letting me squirm.  I was 
trying frantically to think of something cool to say, but my 
brain had taken the evening off.
	"Um..." I said.  Then I said it again.  "Um..."
	Mindy just smiled at me.
	"Uh... what's going on?" I finally asked.
	"Well, not much," Mindy said.  "Not yet anyway.  But I have 
hopes."
	"What do you mean?"
	"Gee, Willy, what do you want me to do?" Mindy said, with a 
touch of exasperation.  "Should I get a marker and draw a big 
circle on the sheet?  Take a hint, guy!"
	"Is something wrong?" I asked stupidly.
	"Well, yeah, something's wrong," Mindy said.  "You chased 
Johnny away, and now I'm left without anybody."
	"Well... You mean...?  I mean..."  I might have gone on 
like that for quite some time, but Mindy cut me off.
	"Hey, Willy, I know big brother may not approve, but I like 
sex.  It was my idea, not Johnny's, you know."  She looked at me 
sharply.  "And now Johnny is spreading the word that you don't 
like anyone messing around with your little sister, and 
everybody's afraid to go out with me."
	"So what?" I said.  "You're too young to be fooling around 
like that."
	"I seem to remember that you helped me fool around without 
any problems," Mindy shot back.  "The way I see it, you messed 
things up for me, and it's up to you to fix it."
	"What do you want me to do," I asked, "set you up with 
somebody?  Find some guy to screw my own sister?"
	"No," Mindy said, pushing the sheet down to her waist.  
"That wasn't what I had in mind."
	Just as I had suspected.  Mindy was naked under the sheet, 
at least as far as I could see.  Her small, firm tits stuck up 
from her chest, only slightly flattened by her position.  The 
dark-rose nipples on the end of them poked out like little 
erasers.  I was frozen in place.  I didn't know what to do.
	"C'mere," Mindy said.  "Kiss me."
	I couldn't think or speak, but I could move.  I put a hand 
on the other side of her and leaned down, bringing our faces 
close together.  As I got close, Mindy closed her eyes and raised 
her lips to meet mine.
	That first kiss was electric.  I had kissed other girls, of 
course, but nothing had ever felt quite like this.  Mindy's lips 
were soft and warm and eager.  Her tongue darted out and licked 
my lips, then she opened her mouth, inviting my tongue in, 
welcoming it, licking it inside her mouth.
	I collapsed across her chest and was startled by the touch 
of her naked breasts, which I had momentarily forgotten, through 
my t-shirt.  I could feel the soft mounds against my chest and 
the pebble-like nipples poking me.  Mindy raised her arms and 
wrapped them around my neck.
	One kiss blended into the next.  Soon both of us were 
breathing hard.  I forced my lips against Mindy's, thrusting my 
tongue deep into her welcoming mouth.  She moaned and writhed 
against my chest, rubbing her tits into me.
	I slid a hand between us and cupped a tit, squeezing it, 
kneading it, taking the bud of her nipple in my fingers and 
pulling and twisting it.  Mindy pushed up against me, pressing 
her breast into my hand.
	After a while of this, Mindy broke away from our continuous 
kisses, panting for a moment.
	"C'mon, Willy," she said, "get naked.  I want you to fuck 
me."
	I sat up and pulled my t-shirt over my head while kicking 
off my sandals.  Rising up slightly, I pushed my shorts and 
underwear down over my hips and off my legs.  Mindy kicked the 
sheets down, exposing her pussy to me as she worked them down and 
off her feet.
	I slipped a hand between her legs and pressed my fingers 
against her cunt.  Mindy arched her back and pushed it up against 
my hand, spreading her knees wider to give me open access.  Her 
pussy was slick with her juices, and it was easy to slip a finger 
between the lips and slide my finger into her.
	"Ooooh," Mindy said, "that's the spot!"  She rolled her 
hips and shoved upward, encouraging me to press my finger deeper 
into her.  I was glad to oblige.  I probed into her cunt with my 
middle finger, thrashing around in the wet, warm, slippery 
insides of her fucktube.
	After a bit of this, Mindy moved both of her hands down to 
mine and pulled my finger most of the way out, directing it 
upward to her clit, which I knew about but was still unclear as 
to exactly where it was located.  With her guidance, however, I 
soon found the little bump at the top of her notch.  I rubbed 
back and forth and around and around on it, at first with Mindy's 
guidance, then on my own.
	When she let go of my hand, Mindy moved her own to wrap 
them around my prick, which was sticking out between us.  The 
feel of her hot, damp palm wrapped around me was almost more than 
I could stand.  She pulled and pushed up and down on it 
insistently, almost frantically.  I thought I was going to shoot 
it right away.
	"Oh, jeez, Mindy," I panted, "don't make me come yet."
	She slowed down immediately, changing to a slow, sensuous 
stroke that let me come back from the edge.  But it was still one 
of the most wonderful things I had ever felt.  Her clutching 
fingers slid up and down the shaft of my cock, squeezing me tight 
at one moment, so that the loose skin slid over the firm, blood-
engorged muscle underneath, then relaxing to slip lightly over 
the skin, tickling and teasing me.
	"I'm close, too, Willy," Mindy breathed.  "I'm so horny.  I 
want to fuck.  I think I could come right now.  I want you to put 
it in me, Willy.  I want you to push your prick all the way in my 
pussy and fuck the shit out of me."
	Holding onto my cock, she pulled me toward her middle, 
dropping her closer knee flat against the bed and urging me to 
move between her legs.  I rolled onto her, raising up on my hands 
and knees so that my prick stuck out between us.
	Mindy still had her hands wrapped around me, and used them 
to point the head of my dick at her notch.  As she guided me, I 
slowly let my weight down and pushed my hips forward.  I felt the 
tip of my cock brush the wiry hair above her pussy, then slide 
between the lips near the top.  Mindy pushed down and raised her 
hips to align her opening with my descending prick.  I felt the 
head of it move deeper, felt it nudge into the opening of her 
channel.
	Once I seemed securely started, Mindy let go of my cock and 
moved her hands to my butt.  Pulling inward and pushing up with 
her hips, she helped me force my prick into the tight passage, 
her legs spread as wide as possible to give me maximum access.  I 
pushed an inch or so deeper, pulled back a little, then pressed 
forward again and sank about half of my cock in her.
	I had fantasized about this moment so many times that it 
was hard to believe it was actually happening.  My prick was 
slowly burrowing into Mindy's cunt.  Her firm tits, which I 
couldn't help staring at whenever she was around, were naked and 
pressing against my chest, her nipples brushing against me.  But 
the warm clasp of her pussy around my cock was all I could really 
think about.
	"Oh, god, Willy, that feels so good," Mindy sighed.  "Oh... 
oh... get it all the way in... that's right... that's right... 
more...  push it in deeper... Come on, give it to me.  Feed it to 
me.  Fuck me!"
	This was nothing like my furtive closet fuck with Jeannie 
Zamole.  Mindy's pussy was not sloppy and smelly -- it was tight 
and warm and just slippery enough that I could work my swelling 
cock into it.  Her body beneath me was not fat and sweaty but 
lithe and sensuous and eager and determined to get my prick into 
it as deeply as possible.
	I looked down between us and saw where our bodies were 
joined -- Mindy's widespread thighs wrapped around mine and the 
pole of my cock half buried in her love nest.  As I watched, I 
pushed forward and saw my prick slide the rest of the way into 
her.  Mindy clutched her legs around mine and thrust her hips up 
to meet me.  The soft mound just above her slot touched mine.  I 
felt the lips of her pussy around the base of my cock.  I was all 
the way in her.
	"Jeez, Willy, yes!" Mindy moaned.  "Oh, I can't tell you 
how good that feels.  I've been thinking about fucking you all 
week.  I wanted this..." she said, pushing her hips up to 
emphasize what she meant.  "I wanted you to put it in me and fuck 
me silly."
	I wanted to do just that, to bang away as hard and as fast 
as I could, shoving my cock into her pussy again and again until 
I spurted.  But some instinct told me not to rush, to take it 
slow and easy.  I began instead to withdraw my prick gradually, 
pulling back until just the tip was still between her pussy lips, 
and then slowly, sensuously, driving it back into her depths.
	Mindy matched my rhythm, pushing up to meet my descending 
thrusts and relaxing back as I withdrew, only to push up again to 
meet me and grind her pelvis against my pubic bone.  She took 
deep, sighing breaths, moaning faintly each time she exhaled.
	We kept that up for a while, joining efforts to slide my 
prick in and out of her pussy.  Her breathing became increasingly 
ragged, accompanied by shudders that would run from her shoulders 
down her backbone until they shook her hips and made my cock 
vibrate inside her.  Mindy had her arms around my neck and down 
my back.  Her fingernails clawed at me, not hard enough to break 
the skin, but hard enough to make me worry.
	"Yessss..." she hissed, "fuck me... fuck me...  Oh, Willy, 
that feels so good.  Do you like it?  Do you like my pussy?"
	"God, yes," I gasped.  "I can't believe how good it feels.  
Oh god, Mindy, I've wanted to do this... I've dreamed about 
this... I couldn't help it."
	"Me, too, Willy," Mindy cried.  "I've been dreaming of 
fucking you ever since the first time I did it.  I screwed those 
other guys so I wouldn't be tempted.  But all along, it was you.  
I imagined it was you when they did it to me.  I imagined it was 
your cock that was in me.  I wanted you to do it to me."
	I pressed myself against Mindy's lithe body, driving my 
prick into her pussy.  She twisted under me, jerking her hips 
spasmodically.  She was panting hard now, moaning deep in her 
throat each time our middles pressed together and my cock was 
driven all the way into her.
	"Oh, yes, baby, yes!" Mindy gasped through clenched teeth.  
"You're gonna make me do it.  Uhhhh!   Uhhhh!  Uhhhh!  Oh, god, 
Willy, I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come... I'm cummmmming!"
	Mindy seemed to lose control of her body for a moment.  Her 
arms clutched around my neck desperately, as if holding on for 
safety, while her hips jerked and snapped and shook.  She gave a 
long cry, almost a howl, and rapidly whipped her hips up and 
down, making my cock jump inside her.
	That was all I needed to push me over the edge, too.
	"Ohmigod, Mindy.  Yessss!  Me, too!  I'm coming, too!  
Take it!  Take it!  Arrrrrrrgh!"  Jets of cum shot out of my 
balls, raced up through the barrel of my cock and spurted into 
Mindy's writhing body.  She felt it pulse inside her and pushed 
her cunt up against me, taking my cock all the way in.
	"Yes!" she shouted.  "Give it to me, baby.  Shoot it!  
That's it.  Shoot your cum in my pussy.  Yes!  That's it!  Come in 
me, baby!"
	I collapsed on top of Mindy as if all my bones had turned 
to mush.  For a moment, I could do nothing but lay there.  When I 
finally came back to reality, I kissed her neck and then, 
recovering somewhat more, her cheek and forehead and eyes and 
lips.  She kissed me back passionately.
	"Jesus!" she said.  "I wanted to do that for so long."
	"Well, I wish you'd told me," I said.  "I've jerked off 
over you so many times I've lost count."
	"I wondered sometimes, when I would catch you looking at 
me," Mindy said, "but it's one thing to fantasize and another to 
do it.  I mean, once you've fucked your brother, there's no way 
to turn back, no way to un-fuck him."
	"Well, now you've fucked me," I said.  "Are you sorry?"
	"No way," Mindy said, grinning.  "In fact, I plan to do it 
again as soon as possible."
	I slid my cock in and out of her pussy for a while, not 
saying anything.  Mindy responded by rolling her hips around and 
around.  I could feel my prick start to stiffen again.
	"Is now too soon?" I asked.
	"No way," Mindy said again.  "I was hoping..."


4 - Bathroom Bonk

	After that, Mindy and I fucked as often as we could, 
including a number of times when we really shouldn't have taken 
the chance.  We were both horny as hell and ready to go at a 
moment's notice.  I screwed her in my bed one Saturday night 
after I came home from a date.  She sucked me off in the garage 
again while Mom was fixing dinner and Dad was expected home any 
minute.  
	She taught me to lick and suck her, too, and I quickly got 
to like it after some initial misgivings.  One Sunday, while Mom 
and Dad were visiting friends, we spent almost the entire 
afternoon in bed sucking each other, either taking turns making 
the other come or sixty-nining each other at the same time.
	Another time, a Saturday, Mom and Dad had left us at home 
to get ready for a birthday party at our Aunt's house while they 
went shopping for a gift.  Mindy and I flipped a coin to see who 
got the shower first, and I won.
	I had my head under the shower, washing shampoo out of my 
hair, when I head the shower door slide open behind me.  I looked 
back over my shoulder, and there was Mindy, naked, slipping into 
the shower with me.
	"I've always wanted to do this," she said with a grin.
	While I finished rinsing my hair, Mindy moved up behind me 
and began to rub her body against mine.  I could feel her tits, 
slick with soap, sliding across my back, her pert nipples erect 
and drawing lines across my skin.  I could also feel her wiry 
bush against my ass.  My prick sprang to full attention like a 
soldier saluting.
	I twisted around in Mindy's arms, bringing our chests 
together, and gave her a deep soul kiss.  While our tongues 
played, I slowly turned her around until her back was to the 
shower head and water was cascading down over us both.  I rotated 
her in the stream of water, getting her wet all over, then picked 
up the soap and began to slide it across her chest, around and 
over her tits, and down across her stomach.  I started to slide 
it between her legs, but she stopped me.
	"Wait," Mindy said, "let me wash your chest."
	She had a great method for doing so.  Mindy took the bar of 
soap from my hands and lathered up her own front, running her 
hands over her own tits, cupping each one and squeezing it, 
letting her fingers slip over them out to the hard little nipples 
that were poking out and demanding attention.  I watched, 
enjoying the show of Mindy playing with herself.
	Then she set the soap aside and hugged me, pressing our 
breasts together.  She began to roll her shoulders and slide her 
chest up and around and down, almost dancing against me.  The 
slippery, sensuous feel of her tits gliding across my chest was 
sexy as hell.  I put my hands on her hips, pulling her middle 
against me, but leaving her top free so she could "wash" me.
	After a while of this, I turned Mindy around with my back 
to the shower and her back to me.  Picking up the soap, I reached 
around her and indulged myself in washing her from the neck down 
again, sliding my hands all over her, cupping and squeezing her 
breasts gently.  Then, once again, I began to move the soap down 
her body.
	As I crossed her stomach, I avoided her middle, instead 
sliding the soap down the top of each thigh in turn, reaching as 
low as I could.  I also brought my hands around between us, first 
the left and then the right, running the soap bar over the cheeks 
of her ass.  I moved my hands back around to the front again and 
let my hands slide over her stomach and down along the insides of 
her thighs.  Mindy leaned back against me, rolling her shoulders 
in a slow, slippery rhythm, letting me play with her.
	There was soap all over her front, and I set the bar in the 
tray and continued to run my hands over her front.  Gradually, I 
moved my hands inward, sliding a hand up from as low as I could 
reach, between her thighs, to the point where her legs joined her 
torso.  But I avoided actually touching her pussy, instead 
letting my fingers trail around the outside, up and over and down 
again.  Mindy moved her feet as wide as possible in the tub, 
opening her thighs to give me freer access.
	"Ummmm," she murmured, "that feels so good, Willy."  She 
was leaning back against me, eyes closed.  She moved her hips 
back and forth and around in circles.  I could feel the muscles 
of her ass ripple, tightening and relaxing, as she moved.  Both 
of us were covered with soap, and her butt cheeks slid around 
against my pelvis.  My erect cock was pressed downward, and it 
slid up and down in the crack of her ass as she moved against me.
	Finally, I moved my fingers over her pussy, cupping them 
over her sex and moving lightly up and down.  Gradually, I pushed 
my middle finger a little deeper, so that it slipped between the 
lips of her cunt and slid back and forth through her slot.  Mindy 
began to rock back and forth, which not only helped me stroke her 
pussy but also made my cock slide back and forth in her crack.
	I moved my middle fingertip up to the top of her notch and 
began to run it lightly around and around, circling her clit, 
touching it gently, making it wobble under the light pressure of 
my finger.  Mindy moaned and thrust her hips forward, spreading 
her thighs as wide as her position allowed, encouraging and 
welcoming my touch.
	She was getting pretty excited by all this, and I thought 
for a while that she was going to abandon herself to the feeling, 
letting me stroke her to a climax.  But after a while, just as 
her moans were becoming almost continuous, she pushed away from 
me suddenly, as if she had had to gather her strength to break 
away.  She stepped forward, out of reach, and turned to face me.
	"Whew!" Mindy said, obviously collecting herself.  After a 
few deep breaths, she looked up and said, "Now it's my turn to 
wash you."
	My cock was sticking out like a crowbar between us, so 
stiff that the tip was higher than where it joined my body.  
Mindy reached behind me, got the soap bar from the tray, and 
lathered up her hands.  Then she put the soap back and wrapped 
both of her palms around me.
	Instead of jacking back and forth, Mindy began to run her 
hands from the base of my cock out to the tip, over and over, 
pulling one palm down and off the end just as her other hand 
gripped me around the base and repeated the move.  It was almost 
like milking, and the slippery, warm grasp of her palm sliding 
off over the sensitive head of my cock was very stimulating.
	I began to rock my hips back and forth a little, fucking my 
cock through her hands.  Mindy kept it up for a while, then took 
hold of my hips and turned me around to face the cascading water.  
It soon rinsed me off, which Mindy made sure of by running her 
hands all over me, from chest to knees, taking special care to 
get all the soap off my cock.
	When I was thoroughly rinsed, Mindy slipped around me, 
moving me back a step and knelt down facing me.  Cupping one hand 
behind my ass, she used the other to jack me off for several 
strokes.  Then she leaned forward and took the head of my prick 
into her mouth.
	The stream of water from the shower poured down over 
Mindy's head and shoulders.  Eyes closed, she began to push her 
head back and forth, dragging her tightly pressed lips up and 
down my cock.  When she pulled back, the water would arc over her 
head and splash against my belly until she thrust forward again, 
blocking the water and letting my prick slide into her mouth as 
deep as she could take it.  Her thumb and forefinger made a tight 
ring around the base of my cock, constricting and holding it at 
just the right angle for her eager, sucking mouth.
	I couldn't take very much of that.  It had been several 
days since the last time we had fucked, and I could feel the 
tingling start in my scrotum.  After about a minute of Mindy's 
oral work, I backed away, pulling my prick out of her mouth and 
her grasp.  I offered her a hand and helped her to her feet.  
Then I turned her around, facing the shower head.
	"Grab hold," I told Mindy.  "I'm gonna fuck you right now."
	Mindy reached up and took hold of the ledge that held soap 
and shampoo bottles.  I pulled her hips back toward me, and she 
arched her back inward, thrusting her butt back toward me.
	I grabbed my cock with one hand.  With the other, I reached 
around in front of Mindy and between her legs, which she spread 
as widely as possible.  Putting a finger on either side of her 
pussy, I spread the lips of her fuck channel while I guided my 
prick toward it with the other hand.  Bending my knees slightly 
and probing forward, I felt the opening and pushed forward with 
my hips, seating my cock in the entrance of her cunt.
	The water had washed the outer lips of Mindy's pussy free 
of lubrication, and the head of my prick almost squeaked as it 
worked its way in.  A little farther in, however, there was 
plenty of juice.  It was obvious that my little sister was pretty 
excited.  After the initial resistance, my cock slid into her 
easily, except for the friction around the opening.
	"Oh, yesssss," Mindy hissed.  "That's just exactly what I 
wanted.  Give it to me, Willy.  Fuck it.  Fuck my pussy hard."
	I started jerking my hips back and forth, thrusting hard 
into Mindy's cock tube and then pulling back and thrusting again.  
Mindy pushed back against me, holding her butt firm against the 
pounding of my pelvis against her soft cheeks.
	But the position was awkward for both of us, however sexy 
it was.  Mindy's hands kept slipping off the ledge, which was 
slick with water and soap, making it hard for her to keep her 
balance.  She tried shifting her grip to the shower head, but 
that raised her head too high and made the angle of penetration 
difficult.  
	Twice, my cock popped out of her pussy.  Each time, the 
cascading water washed off some of the lubrication, making it 
harder to force my prick back up Mindy's tunnel.   The second 
time almost hurt, as I insisted on pressing it all the way in 
against the tight friction of her mostly unlubricated pussy.
	"Damn!" I cursed, when I popped out for the third time.  
"This is fun, but it's too hard to keep it up.  Let's get out."
	We stepped out, quickly shutting off the water.  I grabbed 
a towel and tossed it to Mindy, then took one for myself.  We 
both rubbed our heads to get our hair partly dry, but before long 
we were drying each other.  I ran my towel over Mindy's torso and 
down her legs, then turned her around and bent her over the 
counter between the two sinks.
	Her back was almost horizontal, which made for a much more 
satisfactory position.  Mindy spread her feet wide apart and 
thrust her ass back toward me.  Moving up behind her, I quickly 
fed my cock into her notch and worked it into the depths of her 
pussy.  Mindy put her head down on folded arms and let me fuck 
her, rocking back and forth slightly in time to my more forceful 
thrusts.  She moved one hand down between her legs and began to 
stroke her clit.  I grabbed her ass cheeks with my hands and 
pulled them apart, exposing her asshole to view.
	She must have been pretty worked up, because the 
combination of my slamming, penetrating cock sliding in and out 
of her cunt and the touch of her own fingers on her clit soon had 
Mindy moaning and crying out.
	"Unnhh... Unnhh... Yessssss... Do it, Willy!  Oh, jeez!  
Unnhh!  Unnhh!   Fuck it!  Fuck me hard!  Yessss!  Just like 
that, baby!  Oh, push it in there!  Fuck me!  Give it to me!"
	Mindy's little brown puckered asshole intrigued me.  I 
pressed one thumb against it and rolled it around and around.  
She seemed to like that, thrusting her butt back and wriggling 
her hips.  I tried to push my thumb into her backdoor, but it was 
too dry and Mindy winced forward.  
	I grabbed a plastic container of hand lotion from the sink 
counter, one with a pump top, and squirted several gobs of the 
cream into her ass crack.  Setting the lotion down, I returned my 
hand to her butthole.  After spreading it around, I pressed in 
with my thumb again.  This time, the first joint slid past the 
tightly-clenched pucker with minimal resistance.  I pressed 
harder, pushing my thumb in deeper and working it around and 
around.  Mindy moaned deeply and thrust her ass back at me, 
encouraging me to stick my thumb all the way in her rear.
	Suddenly, she started wheezing like an asthmatic and 
moaning so loudly that it was almost a shout.  "Ahhhh!  Unnhh!  
Oh, god!  Yes!  Unnhh!  Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"  She jerked back and 
forth, slamming her ass against my pelvis hard enough to cause 
audible smacks as flesh met flesh.
	I pushed my hips forward, trapping her thighs against the 
counter and burying my cock to the hilt in her pussy.  At the 
same time, I rotated my wrist, making my thumb twist around in 
her butt.  Mindy had slid forward on the sink counter, her face 
almost up against the mirror.
	Mindy's come shook her.  She jerked her hand out from 
between her thighs and balled it into a fist beside her face.  
Her hips shook and jerked.  She let out a rising "Oooooooooooh!" 
and then began crying inarticulately, over and over again as her 
orgasm shot through her in electric jolts.
	I hadn't come yet and, as Mindy slowed down, I wasn't 
getting much closer.  I'm not sure what came over me.  I looked 
down at my thumb up her asshole.  Memories of having heard of 
'cornholing' and 'buttfucking' leaped into my mind.  The tight 
pucker seemed looser and the lotion made it invitingly slippery.
	Popping my thumb out her butt at the same time I pulled 
back and slid my cock out of her pussy, I wrapped a hand around 
my prick and guided the head up to Mindy's butthole.  I pushed 
forward, but the resistance was greater than I had expected, 
especially since Mindy clenched her cheeks, tightened her anal 
opening, and tried to shrink forward and away from my probing 
pole.  My cock ran into a wall and bent painfully.
	"Ow!  Stop!" Mindy cried.  "That's the wrong place!"
	I hesitated only a moment.
	"No it isn't," I said.  "I'm going to put my cock in there.  
I'm gonna fuck your asshole, little sister."
	"No!" Mindy protested, but there was something less than 
complete rejection in her tone -- perhaps a hint of thrill, of 
danger, of forbidden excitement.  She tried to slide to one side 
and get away from me, put I put a hand in the middle of her back 
and pressed her against the counter.
	"Yes, goddamnit!" I hissed.  "Yes!  I gonna do it.  Hold 
still, goddamnit."
	Sliding my hand up just under the head of my prick, I 
pressed forward again, centering the tip in her ass pucker.  My 
legs were spread wide, outside Mindy's thighs, trapping her in 
front of me.  The hand on her back pinned her down further.  
Stiffening my cock with my hand, I hunched my hips forward again.  
The tightly clenched rosette of her asshole suddenly bloomed 
outward, and I saw the head of my dick push inside her.
	"Ahhhhhh!" Mindy yelled.  "Ow!  Ow!  Goddamnit, Willy, it 
hurts!  Take it out!  Please!  Pleeeeeeeease!"
	I didn't take it out, but I stopped pressing forward.  I 
held my position with the bulge of my cockhead trapped inside 
Mindy's tight asshole.  She snapped her hips first to one side, 
then the other, trying to dislodge me, but I stayed with her.  
She couldn't move forward with her thighs pressed hard against 
the sink counter, and she couldn't move backward without pressing 
my prick deeper up her ass.
	Mindy continued to whine for several moments, but the 
initial pain of my partial penetration seemed to have eased.  She 
moved her hips back and forth a few more times, more to ease the 
pressure than to try to rid her stretched anal opening of the fat 
intruder that had taken incomplete possession of it.
	When she stopped crying, Mindy took a deep and ragged 
breath.
	"That hurt like hell, Willy," she complained.  "You're too 
big!"  But her actions belied her words.  She moved her hips 
again, this time experimentally, in a slow, rolling, twisting 
motion, rather than in quick jerks that tried to get away.
	"Umm... Ooooh... It's not so bad, now," she panted.
	In response, I started pressing forward again.  Looking 
down between us, I saw another inch of my cock slide up her 
asshole.
	"Owwwwww!" Mindy yelped.  She threw her head back, eyes 
clenched shut, her mouth open in a grimace of pain.  I stopped 
again, but again kept my prick where it was.  I was a couple of 
inches up her butt, and there was no way she could get away from 
me now.  I was fiendishly, feverishly determined to get my cock 
into her ass.
	Once again, the pain of my penetration seemed to fade after 
a few moments.  Mindy relaxed her tense muscles.  I felt the 
tight ring of flesh that encircled my cock shaft ease slightly.
	Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, I pushed forward again, 
goosing my cock relentlessly up Mindy's butthole.  She winced, as 
if expecting another jolt of pain, but then seemed to realize it 
wasn't hurting as much as it had.
	"Oh, god, Willy, go slow!" she begged.  "It's not so bad if 
you go slow.  Wait!  Wait, please!  Give me a second.  Ahhhhh.  
Okay.  Okay.  Real slow, now.  Please.  Oh, god!  Oh, god!  It 
feels so big in there.  My butt is so small and tight.  Oh, 
jesus, Willy.  Go slow, honey.  Ah!  Ah!  Easy!"
	I was creeping in as slow as I could but, even so, a little 
more than half of my prick was now up her ass.  The feel was 
incredible.  It was similar, roughly, to sticking it in her 
pussy, but much tighter and less slippery.  Her asstube seemed to 
clutch at my cock.
	When Mindy drew a sharp breath and then whined, I stopped 
pushing forward and slowly drew back until just the head was 
still in her butt.  Then I moved forward again, still slowly and 
gradually.  I reached the previous point of maximum penetration 
and smoothly, minutely, slid past it and deeper.  Mindy's fists 
clenched tightly and she moaned, but she did not try to move 
away.  Indeed, she held her hips steady now, offering me a firm, 
solid target.
	I got all but an inch up her ass this time before stopping 
and pulling back again.  Mindy let out a deep breath that she had 
been holding when I let up the inward pressure.  I let her pant 
for a moment before I began my relentless slide up her asshole 
again.
	Mindy made a strange, new sound, a high keening 
"Eeeeeeeeee!" as I slowly forced my cock deeper and deeper up her 
butthole, pressing forward into new territory.  I felt and saw 
the cheeks of her ass brush and then press against my stomach.  
Moving my hands to her hips, I pulled back on them, slowly but 
persistently, forcing her backward onto my thrusting cock, 
burying it to the hilt in her ass.
	"Arrrrgggh!" Mindy moaned.  "Hold it!  Please, Willy.  
Don't move for a second.  Just let me get used to it.  Please!  
Hold still for  a moment."
	I was happy to oblige, since I was enjoying the unique 
pleasure of having my cock wrapped in an entirely new experience.  
Mindy's tight anal tube twitched spasmodically every few moments, 
increasing the already strong pressure that surround my cockshaft 
in the tightest grip it had ever felt.  I spread her asscheeks 
with my thumbs and pressed forward as far as possible, holding my 
prick buried all the way in her back channel.
	After a while, Mindy relaxed.  She began to roll her hips 
around on my cock again.   Her breathing was still ragged, but 
now it was more passion than pain.
	"Jesus, Willy, I never thought we'd do this!  I mean... One 
of the girls I know talked about it once, but we didn't believe 
her.  She said she liked it more this way than regular fucking, 
especially because she couldn't get pills and didn't like 
rubbers.  I thought she was lying.  But it feels good!"
	Experimentally, I pulled back about half an inch, then 
pressed all the way back up her asshole again.
	"I think it's okay, now," Mindy panted.  "Go slow, though.  
Try it, Willy.  Move back and forth a little.  Pump me a little."
	Tentatively, then with increasing confidence, I began to 
slip my cock in and out of her ass channel.  At first, I moved 
just a little bit, slightly more than an inch back and forth.   
Mindy held still at first, then gradually joined in, shifting 
back and forth in harmony with my movements, tense with the fear 
of pain, but slowly relaxing as her butt tube grew used to this 
large invader.
	I began to shove in and out of Mindy's ass with more 
authority.  She held still at first, holding firm to give me a 
solid target to oppose my thrusts.  She began to pant with 
passion, and gradually her hips movements became more 
uninhibited, more demanding, more open.  Once again, she slipped 
a hand under her stomach and into her snatch.  She rubbed her 
clit for several strokes, then reached back further and felt with 
her fingers around her ass, briefly circling a thumb and finger 
around the shaft, then cupping my balls and squeezing very 
gently.  She let go after a few moments and moved her hand back 
to her notch, where she began rubbing her clit again in time to 
my movements in and out of her butt.
	I continued to slide in and out of Mindy's asshole, 
gradually increasing the force of my movements.  Soon, I was 
snapping my hips forward to drive my cock all the way up her ass, 
then dragging it back, only to plunge forward again.  We were 
both getting very hot and passionate.  Mindy was making almost 
continuous moaning sounds and had begun jamming her hips backward 
to drive my prick deeper.  Between her thighs, her hand was 
rotating rapidly.  She moaned, groaned and whimpered as I fucked 
her ass with increasing vigor.
	"Ohmigod, Willy, I don't believe how good that feels," 
Mindy gasped.  "Does it feel good to you?"
	"Are you kidding?  It feels fucking incredible!" I told 
her.  "Your asshole is so tight.  Squeeze me, sis.  That's 
right... Squeeze it like that... Oh, god, yessss!"
	I hadn't expected to get Mindy off again.  I really had no 
thought about her at all when I had decided to jam my cock up her 
ass.  It was purely for me.  I hadn't come yet, and the 
temptation of her exposed anal pucker had just been too much to 
deny.  But I could tell that the combination of her flying 
fingers and my deep butt probes had Mindy going again.  She was 
whimpering almost continuously, giving out little grunts of 
passion each time I plunged my cock into the depths of her 
asshole.
	"Your ass is so sexy, sis," I told her, knowing that I was 
getting closer, too.  "You should see it.  Your cheeks are spread 
wide, especially when I push all the way in like this..."  I 
shoved my cock in all the way and, holding her against me by her 
hipbones, ground my pelvis around, making my cock rotate deep 
inside her.  Mindy groaned with pleasure.  She clutched her fists 
and pounded them on the sink counter.
	"Oh, jeez, Willy, you're gonna make me come again," she 
cried, and, almost before she got it out, began to buck and jerk 
as her orgasm bolted through her.  "Ahhhhhhhhhh, GOD!  Oh yessss!  
It's so good!  I don't believe it!  Ram me, Willy!  Ram your cock 
up my butt!  Doitdoitdoit!  Oooh!  Oooh!  Arrgghhhhhh!"
	It was way too much for me.  I looked down at my cock, 
jerked my hips back and slammed it home, slapping against her 
soft ass cheeks.  The obscene sight of my rampant bone plunging 
into her butthole while Mindy cried and jerked and shuddered in 
the throes of her second orgasm sent me plummeting over the edge.  
I felt the cum boil out of my balls and gush into her spasming 
asstube.  I slammed my prick in and out twice more, then buried 
it to the hilt, jamming it all the way up her butt, yanking Mindy 
back onto it as the last jets spurted deep into her back tunnel.
	I fell across Mindy's back, keeping my cock deep in her 
backside.  We lay that way for a while, with Mindy rolling her 
hips occasionally to work my prick inside her.  I kissed her back 
and the back of her neck and nuzzled her ear.
	When I had caught my breath, I pushed my upper body erect, 
keeping my hips pressed against her ass and my cock deep in her 
butt.  Slipping my hands under her arms, I lifted up on her 
shoulders.  Mindy came up easily and I pulled her back to lean 
against me.
	We were facing the mirror, Mindy in front of me, my head 
behind and beside hers.  I wrapped one arm around her chest just 
under her tits and held her back against me.  I slid my other 
hand between her legs and let my middle finger slip back and 
forth through her slot.  Pressing back against her pubic mound, I 
drove her ass back against me, forcing my cock as deep as 
possible into her ass.
	"Well, that was something different," I said.  "Did you 
like it?"
	"Yeah," Mindy admitted, "although I never thought I would.  
But it was really sexy." She squeezed my prick with her asstube.  
"Still is."
	She leaned against me for a while, rotating her hips to 
enjoy the feel of my cock in her butt.  I stayed in her as long 
as possible, but gradually my prick became limp and popped out.  
Mindy trapped it between her asscheeks and pressed back against 
me.
	"Well," I said, "I think I need a shower again."
	"Me, too," Mindy admitted.  "But I think I'll wait until 
you're done or I'll never get cleaned up."
	I turned her around for another kiss, then started the 
shower again and climbed in.  Mindy pulled on a light robe and 
left.  She came back after I finished my shower and we traded 
places.  By the time Mom and Dad got back from their shopping 
trip, we were down in the rec room watching television.  Our 
innocent, freshly-scrubbed faces showed no signs of our recent 
activities.


5 - A Bird in the Bush

	The next opportunity Mindy and I had for sex didn't turn 
out the way I expected.
	We had arranged to meet at the park, each leaving 
separately with different explanations of where we were going and 
when we would be back.  I had said I was "going to shoot some 
hoops" at the park, and Mindy was going shopping at the mall with 
her friend, Crystal.  Instead, we met at the playground.
	There was a place I had discovered where a cluster of 
bushes concealed an open space big enough for two but invisible 
from the outside.  We slipped through the bushes, and I pulled a 
blanket out of my sports bag and spread it on the ground in the 
clearing.
	We laid down together and began kissing and hugging.  But 
when I put a hand on Mindy's tit, she didn't respond as usual.  I 
could tell something was wrong.
	"What's up?" I asked.  "You seem distracted."
	"I'm sorry," Mindy said, "it's just..."
	"Yeah?"
	"Well... I've been thinking."
	"Thinking about what?"
	"About us," she said.  "Look, I don't want to hurt your 
feelings, but this isn't going anywhere."
	"What do you mean?" I asked, although I was pretty sure 
where she was going.  The truth is, I'd been thinking much the 
same.
	"Well, I don't exactly see us growing up and getting 
married," Mindy said.  "We can't even go out together.  You know 
that.  This has been fun -- don't get me wrong -- but it can't go 
on forever."
	I laid back and looked at the sky through a screen of 
branches.  I sighed.
	"Yeah, I know what you mean," I said.  "But..."
	"Look, Willy, I want you to know something," Mindy said.  
"I love you, really love you.  I've always looked up to you.  And 
I've wanted to ball you for a long time.  When I first learned 
about sex, you were the first person I imagined doing it with."
	"Me, too," I said.  "I mean, I really love you, Mindy.  I 
used to fantasize about you all the time, but I never really 
expected to do anything about it.  Now... Well, I don't want to 
let you go."
	"I know.  I don't want to stop, either," she said.  "But it 
isn't right, and if we keep on we're going to get caught."
	I thought about that for a while.  I didn't like it, but I 
had to admit she was right.  Mindy had laid her head on my 
shoulder, and I had my arm around her.  I wrestled with myself.  
To be honest, I wasn't sure if I loved Mindy, except as a sister, 
but I liked her a lot and I sure as hell loved fucking her.  I 
didn't want to give it up.
	"I don't know," I said.  "I don't know if I can stop.  
Seeing you, being around you... Well, it would be hard."
	"I know," Mindy said.  "I've been thinking about that, 
too."  She raised her head off my shoulder to look at me, then 
put her head down again.  "And I think maybe I've got an idea..."
	"Yeah?" I said.  "What?"
	"Well..."  Mindy hesitated, then took the plunge.  "I was 
thinking it wouldn't be so hard on you -- and me, too -- if we 
had somebody else to be with.  You know what I mean.  Somebody to 
do it with."
	The first thought that went through my mind was a jealous 
one.  I thought that Mindy was dumping me because she had 
somebody else lined up that she wanted to screw.  And the thought 
of somebody else -- anybody else -- between her thighs, putting 
his dick in her pussy, fondling and sucking her tits... well, it 
made me sad and mad and a lot of other stuff I couldn't put a 
name to.
	But Mindy surprised me.
	"And I was thinking," she said, "well, it's easier for me, 
you know.  I mean, I can pretty much get anybody I want.  You 
know, bat my eyes, wiggle my hips, stick out my chest.  Guys are 
easy that way."
	"Yeah," I said, wishing someone would bat, wiggle and stick 
out in my direction.  My heart was still sinking.
	"So, I thought the main thing was to find someone for you," 
Mindy continued, "because if you had somebody else, it would be 
easier to stop."
	"Yeah," I said, sighing, "but it's not like I've got a 
bunch of 'em lining up for me, you know.  I've never even had a 
real girlfriend."  Just admitting that made me feel even more 
depressed.
	"Well," said Mindy, "I think I've got someone for you."
	My plunging emotions came to an abrupt halt and turned the 
other direction.  I had a sudden vision of plunging my prick into 
a faceless but otherwise voluptuous body.  Somebody else?  For 
me?
	"What do you mean?"
	"Well," Mindy said, "you know Susan Modine?"
	My heart thumped.  Yes, I knew who Susan Modine was.  She 
was a classmate of Mindy's and, like Mindy, had a brother who was 
a year older -- Ronnie -- who was in my class.  Susan was, to put 
it simply, a fox, with long black hair, dark eyes, and the 
biggest tits in the ninth grade.  She was in the drill team with 
Mindy.
	"Yeah... so?"
	"I have it on good authority that she goes all the way."
	"How do you know?" I asked, immediately lost in a fantasy 
of shoving my prick into Susan Modine.
	"Uh... One of the guys I balled told me he had slept with 
her."
	"So what?" I said.  "Guys say that all the time.  It 
doesn't mean it's true."
	"Yeah, I know that, believe me," Mindy said, "so I asked 
her.  We had a long heart-to-heart talk about boys last week."
	"And...?"
	"Well, in so many words, she's a horny little bitch who's 
hot to trot... sorta like me.  But she's been fucking since she 
was 12."
	"No!"
	"Yes!  And guess who's high on her list for Mr. Next?"
	I gaped at her.  Mindy gave me a devilish smile.
	"That's right, big brother," she said, "none other than 
you.  Oh, she didn't exactly guarantee she'll pull her panties 
down at the first opportunity, but that was the general idea.  
She said, and I quote, 'I'd sure like to jump his bones!'  
And..."
	My heart was pounding, and my mind was reeling.  Susan 
Modine??  Me??  Then I realized Mindy was waiting.
	"And..." I prompted.
	"And you've got a date with her Saturday night," Mindy 
said.  "Or you will if you call her, that is.  A double date, 
actually."
	"W-w-what?"  All this was moving too fast for me, and I was 
having trouble keeping up.
	"A double date, like in two couples going out together," 
Mindy said, giving me a peculiar smile.  "Ronnie has his driver's 
license, and he can get their car."
	"Who's Ronnie going to take?" I asked.
	"Me," said Mindy, with a triumphant grin.
	"But... but... Will Mom and Dad let you go out on a real 
date?" I asked.  This had lately been a sore point around our 
house, with Mindy contending she was old enough to start dating, 
and the folks resisting the idea.
	"I talked it over with them last night while you were out," 
Mindy said, her grin spreading even wider.  "They agreed -- 
reluctantly.  But guess what finally convinced them?  They like 
the idea of you going along on my first date as chaperone!  How do 
you like that?!"
	We both laughed uproariously, wrapping our arms around each 
other and collapsing onto the ground.  If the folks only knew!
	When we stopped laughing, Mindy rolled over halfway onto 
me.  She looked at me seriously.
	"There's a couple of things..."
	"Yeah?"
	"Well, first, don't think I'm doing this because I'm tired 
of you or anything like that," Mindy said, wrinkling her brow.  
"Because, if you weren't my brother, I think I just might be in 
love with you.  And I'd be real happy to just go on like we 
have."  She hesitated for a moment.
	"But we're just asking for trouble if we keep going, you 
know.  And if I get hung up on you, what the hell am I going to 
do about it, anyway?  You know?"
	"Yeah, I know, sis," I said, saddened by the reality 
confronting us.  I was at least half in love with her myself, but 
I knew we couldn't go on this way forever.
	"And another thing," Mindy said.  "Don't you go getting 
jealous on me.  I'm gonna be in the front seat with Ronnie and...  
Well, I don't know what's gonna happen -- probably nothing -- but 
if I decide to let Ronnie touch the goodies, you behave yourself.  
I mean, don't take this chaperone thing to heart, you know?  You 
concentrate on Susan, and get us out of this mess.  Keep your 
eyes on the screen or on Susan.  I can take care of myself, you 
know what I mean?"
	"You mean if Ronnie starts pawing you..."
	"That's exactly what I mean," Mindy said firmly, "and don't 
you forget it.  If Ronnie starts pawing me, it'll be because I 
want him to, and I don't want you messing it up, okay?  Promise 
me!"
	"Well..." I said reluctantly, not at all enthusiastic about 
letting anyone else mess with my sister, especially not in front 
of me, "...okay, I guess."
	"Don't mess me up on this, brother," Mindy warned.  "I can 
handle it.  Look, let's be real clear about this.  If Ronnie 
wants to touch me, or if I want to touch him -- hell, if I decide 
to screw him in the front seat -- you keep out of it.  If I need 
help, I'll ask for it.  Otherwise, you butt out.  Okay?"
	"Well... okay," I repeated.
	Mindy smiled at me, glad to have this difficult subject out 
of the way.
	"And I promise to do the same," she said.  "I might be a 
little jealous -- maybe more than a little -- but what you and 
Susan do in the back seat is your own business, and I'll keep my 
nose out of it."
	All this talk about sex was getting me revved up.  Mindy 
was hinting that she might be prepared to go pretty far with 
Ronnie, and she seemed to think I might get farther than putting 
my arm around Susan.  The idea of touching those incredible tits 
that Susan pushed around in front of her made my balls clutch and 
my cock swell.  And maybe I wouldn't just touch them, but slip my 
hand into her blouse and maybe even open her bra and get my naked 
hand on her naked tits...
	All of which made me very conscious of Mindy lying across 
my chest.  She was soft and cuddly, and her breasts were wrapped 
around my ribs.  We were breathing in unison, and every time my 
chest swelled, hers did too, which pressed her tits against me.  
I sighed.
	Mindy reached up and stroked my cheek with her hand, then 
let it trail slowly down my chest and onto my stomach.  Then she 
rested her hand on my chest.
	"So, it's all over between us?" I asked, not really wanting 
to hear the answer.  But Mindy surprised me.  I could feel her 
cheek move against my chest as she grinned.
	"Well, maybe not just yet..." she said.  She slid her hand 
down my chest and across my stomach and wrapped her fingers 
around my cock, which swelled strongly at the contact.  I shifted 
position, turning toward her and pressing her breasts against my 
chest.  Mindy continued to stroke my prick with her hand.
	We kissed deeply and passionately.  I probed her mouth with 
my tongue, nibbled at her throat, and nipped at her nipples 
through her t-shirt and bra.  Mindy's practiced fingers slipped 
the button on my shorts and tugged down the zipper, then slid 
under the waistband of my undershorts and wrapped around my 
rampant erection.  She jacked up and down on my cock, her hands 
warm and slightly damp with perspiration.
	Before long, I had my hand in Mindy's shorts, too, and a 
finger in her pussy.  She was unusually wet, and her clit was a 
taut button that brought a gasp from Mindy each time I ran my 
finger over it.  She seemed especially turned on today.
	"I want you, now," Mindy panted.  "One more time, at least.  
Don't waste any more time, Willy.  Put it in me now!"
	We both pawed at each other's shorts, pushing them down.  
Mindy worked mine past my knees, but stopped me when I tried to 
push hers off over her shoes.
	"No," she said, "I don't want to take them all the way off.  
It's too hard to get them back on in a hurry.  (Had she done this 
before?)
	"Here," she said, twisting around and turning her back to 
me.  "Put it into me from behind.  Hurry, Willy!  I want it now!"
	I snuggled up behind her spoon-fashion, my hard-on jabbing 
her butt.  Mindy raised her top leg and opened her thighs as wide 
as possible.  Scooting down, I stuck my cock in the gap at the 
top of her legs.  It protruded in front.  Mindy wrapped her hand 
around the shaft just beneath the head and guided it toward her 
pussy.  I felt the slick lips of her slot and pushed forward.  
Instead of sliding home, my prick slid forward past her tunnel, 
bumping her clit, and sticking out in front.
	Mindy bent forward, moving her head away from me and 
pressing her butt against my stomach.  She grabbed my cock again 
and redirected it toward our mutual target.  This time, I got it 
lodged in the opening of her cunt and began to press forward 
steadily with my hips.  The head of my dick popped in, and I 
began to slowly sink it into her fuck channel with short pushes 
and shorter withdrawals.  Although Mindy was good and wet, the 
position made her pussy tighter than usual, and I was forced to 
move slowly, working my cock into her tight hole by half-inches 
instead of pounding it into her the way I usually did.
	Once I was all the way in her and my cock was lubricated 
with Mindy's juices, though, it soon became much easier.  I felt 
no great urgency, however, and took my time with this fuck, 
sliding into her slowly and sensuously.  
	Mindy's mood seemed to match mine.  I think we both felt 
sad, knowing that the excitement, the thrill, the almost 
overwhelming sexiness of the past few weeks was ending.  I 
stroked slowly in and out of her pussy from behind, sometimes 
pushing up behind her to force my cock as deep as possible, 
enjoying the feel of her soft buttocks against my stomach.
	 Mindy was much quieter than usual, saying little, sighing 
"Ahhh..." each time I pushed into her cunt, groaning faintly when 
I shoved my prick deep and ground my loins against her ass.  Her 
response was subdued, too, simply rocking back and forth, helping 
me slide my cock in and out of her love hole.
	We fucked like that for several minutes.  I pushed my hands 
up her back under her t-shirt and unfastened Mindy's bra, then 
slipped a hand around in front and under the loosened cups to 
squeeze and fondle her tits.  Finally, I felt the familiar 
tingling in my balls and knew my orgasm was approaching.
	"I'm getting close," I murmured.  "Are you...?"
	"Just go ahead, baby," Mindy whispered, pushing her butt 
back at me and beginning to rotate her hips lasciviously, urging 
me on, wanting me to come.  "Go on.  Give it to me, honey.  Come in 
my pussy.  Fuck me, Willy.  Come on.  Fuck me!"
	I slid both hands under her t-shirt front and moved them up 
to clasp her bare tits, pulling her back against my chest.  
Urgently, now, I plunged my cock in and out, slapping against her 
ass cheeks.  Mindy twisted against me, pressing her hips back to 
get as much of me in her as possible.
	"Ahhhh, God!" I croaked, and shot my cum into her in 
several short, forceful bursts.  Mindy ground her pussy onto my 
cock, rocking from side to side, urging me on.  She whimpered in 
sympathy and enjoyment, but I knew she was nowhere near cumming 
herself.
	When I finished, we lay stuck together for several minutes.  
I kissed her neck and cheek, and she turned her neck to kiss me 
with the side of her mouth.  Mindy brushed a hand over her eye, 
but not before I saw the trickle path of a tear.  Not knowing 
what to say, I said nothing.
	After a while, my penis had deflated and slipped out.  
Mindy dug a tissue out of her purse and used it to mop up the 
semen that was dribbling out, then pulled her up her panties and 
shorts.  She settled the bra around her breasts and then reached 
behind her back to refasten the hooks.  Meanwhile, I got up on my 
knees and put my own pants in order.
	We sat next to each for a while, not saying anything.  
Finally, Mindy sighed and looked at me.
	"Well," she said, "I guess we should be going."
	"Yeah," I said.  "You want to go back first?"
	"I guess so," Mindy said, without enthusiasm.  She got to 
her knees and wrapped her arms around me.
	"See you later," she said.
	"See you later," I echoed.  She grabbed her purse, slipped 
out of the shelter of the bushes, and was gone.  
	I followed her out, dragging the blanket behind me, shook 
the leaves off when I could stand up, and tucked it back into my 
bag.  Then I set off in the other direction, taking a longer way 
home.


6 - Drive-In Dive-In

	Ronnie and Susan Modine picked up Mindy and me at just 
after 7 p.m. on Saturday evening in their family's Chevy sedan.  
We were going to the drive-in, and the show was set to start at 8 
p.m.
	I had called Susan the same day Mindy had told me about her 
arrangement with them.  At dinner, Mom and Dad apologized for 
making plans for me and told me that I wasn't obligated.  I acted 
the part of The Noble Son, assuring them that I didn't mind 
chaperoning Mindy on her first official date and that "Who knows?  
I might even have fun."  They seemed pleased by my attitude.
	When I called Susan after dinner, her mother answered and 
called her to the phone.
	"Hi!" said Susan, when she picked it up.  She sounded 
happy.
	"Hi yourself," I said.  "Uh... I guess Mindy has sort of 
set us up for Saturday night.  Is that okay with you?"
	"Oh yeah," she said.  "I was hoping you'd call.  How 'bout 
you?  Is it okay with you?"
	"Uh huh," I said.  "Sometimes my little sister meddles, but 
I think this time she did good.  I'm looking forward to it.  I 
probably wouldn't have had the nerve to call you on my own."
	"Well, that would be a shame," Susan said.  "I'm glad you 
did."
	We chatted for a while, making (confirming) plans for 
Saturday night.  I felt comfortable with her almost immediately, 
and we bantered about brothers and sisters and how ya love to 
hate 'em.  She said Ronnie was a royal pain, sometimes, but he 
wasn't so bad now that they were older.  I admitted that Mindy 
wasn't so bad now, either.  I didn't say that she could be very 
bad these days, but I thought it.
	After talking with Susan, I felt a lot better about the 
coming date.  I liked the way she talked to me and even admitted 
to myself that I was looking forward to going out with her, 
regardless of what happened.
	The next two days passed slowly, though.  I wasn't 
convinced that the bird in the bush was worth giving up for the 
one in hand.  I followed Mindy around the house with soulful 
eyes, hoping for some attention.  I still wanted her.
	But Mindy was keeping her distance.  She wasn't cold to me, 
but she made it clear that nothing was going to happen.  Saturday 
morning, we washed the cars together again, which stirred up 
memories for me.  I couldn't help getting turned on, and I know 
Mindy noticed it, but she said and did nothing.  
	Afterward, when we went in to change clothes, I grabbed her 
in the hallway and wrapped my arms around her.  Mindy gave me a 
warm hug, but the sexual content was zero.  She kissed me on the 
cheek and whispered "Save it for tonight," then slipped out of my 
arms and went into her room.

	Ronnie did a good job with Mom and Dad.  He came into the 
house -- Susan with him -- shook Dad's hand and called him "sir," 
complimented Mom's hairdo, and chatted with my folks until Mindy 
was ready.
	Susan came over and stood next to me, saying little but 
giving me a nice smile.  She was wearing a matching shorts and 
halter top outfit, with her long, dark hair in a ponytail.  The 
top was one of those bare midriff thingies that draped loosely 
from her tits, which sat up firm and high on her chest.  My 
imagination had not exaggerated them.  The girl was built.  Even 
my dad noticed.  I saw him run his eyes down her body a couple of 
times when he thought nobody was looking.
	Mindy appeared before the conversation had time to lag, 
bouncing down the stairs, smiling.  She was wearing cutoffs and a 
sleeveless blouse, with a sweater draped over one arm.  (Mom had 
insisted on the sweater.)  We made quick goodbyes after 
confirming that, yes, we would be back by 11:30.  Mom and Dad 
watched from the window as we climbed into the car.
	Susan opened the back door and got in, sliding across to 
leave room for me.  I followed, admiring her firm, teenage ass as 
she climbed in, resisting the temptation to pat it.  Ronnie held 
the door for Mindy, then went around to the driver's side.  He 
started the car, signalled, and pulled away carefully.  Mom waved 
from the window, and Mindy waved back.
	"Free at last!" Mindy said, and we all laughed.
	Once we got to the drive-in, we bought tickets for some 
crime movie that I don't remember the title of.  Frankly, I 
didn't watch much of it.  Ronnie picked a spot toward the back to 
park, although there were plenty of slots open closer to the 
screen.  The four of us made a trip to the snack bar and returned 
to the car with more than 15 minutes to showtime.
	We chatted while waiting for the movie to begin.  Ronnie 
and Mindy sat far apart, turning almost sideways in their seats 
to talk with Susan and me.  Ronnie and I would be juniors in 
September.  We were both in the college prep curriculum and had 
shared several classes in the past two years.  Mindy and Susan 
had lots of things in common -- classes, drill team, friends, and 
so on.
	Finally, the movie started.  The lights went out in the 
parking lot and the previews came up on the screen.  Mindy 
adjusted the volume of the speaker, which was on her side.  Then, 
giving me a look, she slid across the front seat next to Ronnie.  
That put her head right in front of Susan, who promptly slid to 
right, next to me.
	Somewhere about the start of the actual movie, Ronnie put 
his arm around Mindy, but made no other move.  It was still 
pretty light out.  When Susan and I finished our soft drinks and 
the popcorn we were sharing, she put them on the floor to her 
left.  I offered my hand, and she took it, scooting up closer.  
We watched the movie for a while, holding hands.
	Finally, about an hour into the movie, it was fully dark.  
A love scene had begun up on the screen.  The hero was about to 
get it on with the girl he had picked up at a bar.
	I saw Ronnie turn and look at Mindy.  She looked back.  
Ronnie lifted an eyebrow, quizzically, flicking his eyes toward 
the back seat.  Mindy made a little move of her head that meant 
"Who cares?"  She leaned toward Ronnie and raised her lips to be 
kissed.  Ronnie was happy to oblige.
	I couldn't help feel a pang of jealously.  Those were my 
sister's lips, who only a few days ago had used them to kiss 
me, instead of this... this.. stranger.  I'm sure I was glaring 
at them.
	Susan either knew or sensed something.  Perhaps she assumed 
it was big brother feeling protective.  Anyway, she squeezed my 
hand and got my attention.  When I looked at her, she smiled and 
scooted closer, and raised her own lips to be kissed.  I did, and 
then I didn't pay any attention to Ronnie and Mindy for a long 
time.
	When Susan kissed, she didn't fool around about it.  As 
soon as my lips touched hers, I felt her tongue lick out and 
slide across them, then dart out, probe between my lips and 
retreat.  I pushed my tongue forward in response and she opened 
to me, welcomed me, licked at my tongue with hers.  We mashed our 
lips together, turning our heads from side to side as we dived 
into a passionate kiss.
	We might never have ended that first kiss except that our 
position was a little awkward.  I pulled my hand away from where 
Susan was clutching it in her lap and put my arm around her neck.  
Then I kissed her again, and she kissed me back.  And how.  
	She turned toward me, making an eager, welcoming sound in 
her throat, and pressed those gorgeous, enormous chest pillows 
against me.  I slid my other arm across us and under her arm, 
pulling her to me, which just happened to lay my biceps against 
left tit.  If I had flexed my arm muscle, I'd have made that 
luscious tit bounce against its twin.  Susan didn't seem to mind; 
she just pressed harder against me.
	After a while, I broke away from her lips and started 
kissing other handy places.  I kissed across her cheek and blew 
in her ear, then followed it with the tip of my tongue.  I kissed 
my way down her jaw and onto her neck, nibbling at the sensitive 
spot behind her jaw.  When I moved lower, kissing the hollow of 
her neck, Susan relaxed back against the seat, letting her head 
tilt back and giving me free access.
	Dimly, in the background, I had heard Ronnie and Mindy 
shifting around and murmuring to each other.  Now, when I glanced 
up, they had disappeared.  From what I could make out, based 
mostly on sound, they were lying with their head toward the 
passenger side, kissing and fondling each other.  I heard Mindy 
whisper "Wait... Here..." and a sigh accompanied by rustling 
clothing.
	Susan took my hand and sank backward slowly on the seat, 
her head pointed in the opposite direction.  She tugged on my 
hand, pulling me toward her.  I got my knees on the seat and then 
laid down beside her and partly on her.  My left leg was sort of 
lying awkward on top of hers until Mindy raised one knee, letting 
my leg slide between hers.  I pressed it forward until it was 
stopped by her middle.  Susan spread her legs wider and pushed 
her hips forward, rubbing her pussy along the top of my thigh.
	Susan giggled as I snuggled up close.
	"Hello," she whispered.  "Have we met?"
	"Permit me to introduce myself," I said, mimicking her 
bantering tone.  "I'm a man of wealth and taste."
	"You taste good!" Susan said, grinning.  "And smell good, 
too."
	She pushed up against me, rubbing her pussy on my thigh 
again, dragging it slowly and deliberately up and down.  My boner 
swelled between us, digging into her stomach.
	"Please to make your acquaintance, you devil, you," she 
said.  I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers again, 
pushing my tongue into her mouth.  Susan opened wide to me, 
teasing my tongue with her own.
	I could hear more muffled sounds from the front seat.  
Besides increasingly heavy breathing and the soft, smacking 
sounds of kisses, I heard the faint pop of a snap being released, 
followed by the sibilant rasp of a zipper.  A moment later, I 
heard Mindy moan faintly.
	All this might have bothered -- or at least interested -- 
me, but I had my hands full with (and of) Susan.  Risking a 
rebuff, I slid my free hand up her arm and slipped it inward and 
cupped it over her tit.  Far from rejecting me, however, Susan 
pushed her shoulder forward and pressed her soft breast into my 
palm, obviously relishing my touch there.  She kissed me harder, 
passionately, then put her hand on my butt and pulled me into 
her, pushing up against me at the same time with her hips.
	I kneaded Susan's tit for a while.  Then, taking advantage 
of the short, loose halter top, I slid my hand under it and 
resumed my attentions to her breast, one layer of cloth closer to 
bare flesh.  Susan didn't seem to mind at all, again pressing 
herself up against my hand and rolling her shoulders.
	Emboldened by her acceptance, I pushed my fingers over the 
top edge of her bra and poked them down into the cup.  The soft, 
creamy flesh of Susan's voluptuous tit pressed back against the 
top of my fingers.  Still getting no objection, I pushed my 
fingers deeper and touched the firm nub of her nipple, straining 
against the fabric of her bra.
	Susan put her lips to my ear.
	"Yessss," she hissed.  "Touch me.  Ahhhhh!"  She wriggled 
her body against me.  Pushing still deeper, I was able to trap 
her nipple between two fingers and roll it gently back and forth.
	"Ahhhhh," Susan sighed, "that feels good."  She pulled her 
chest in, shrinking slightly inside her bra and giving me a 
little more room to toy with her hard button nipple.
	"Wait," she whispered.  She tried to lift up against my 
weight and awkwardly tried to get her free hand behind her back 
but soon gave up and flopped back against the car seat.
	"I can't do it," Susan hissed.  "Can you unhook me?"
	Wondering at this bold, sexy girl, I slipped my fingers out 
of her bra cup and, still under her loose top, slid my hand 
behind her back.  Susan raised up as much as she could again, and 
I crawled my fingers along the strap of her bra until I found the 
clasps.  Pinching the fabric together from either side, I was 
delighted when both hooks immediately slid free, just as if I had 
done this a thousand times.
	Susan sighed with relief and laid back down as I pulled my 
hand out from behind her.  Before I could move it back to her 
tit, she reached between us, curled her fingers under her halter 
and grasped  the bottom edge of her bra.  Then, wriggling her 
shoulders and moving her hand from one cup to the other, Susan 
worked both the halter and her bra over her breasts and up under 
her armpits, baring herself from the waist up.
	In the dim light, I could still see plainly enough.  Her 
tits were at least twice the size of Mindy's -- two great, soft 
pillows of flesh capped with the darker pink circles of her 
areolas and tipped with the hard nubbins of her nipples.  These 
were smaller than I had expected-- no larger than Mindy's, 
really, about the size and color of a pencil eraser.
	In wonderment, I brought my palm up and cupped one of 
Susan's breasts.  It more than filled my hand but was firm 
despite its size and her position.  I squeezed it in my hand, 
running my thumb down along the top to catch and pinch the nipple 
between thumb and forefinger.
	"Ahhh, yessss," Susan sighed.  "That's better."
	As I kneaded her tit, I was once again dimly aware of 
sounds from the front seat.  They were changing position.  Self-
consciously, I started to pull my hand away, but Susan put her 
hand behind my shoulder and pressed our chests together, trapping 
my hand between us.
	"It's okay," she whispered.  "They're not interested in 
us."
	I could hear Ronnie and Mindy moving around.  With my back 
to the front seat and with Susan pressing me against her, I 
couldn't turn my head far enough to see anything, but it seemed 
like Ronnie was shifting position, moving back against the 
passenger side door.  I heard the faint clink of a buckle.  There 
was pause, a little pop, and once again the sound of a zipper 
being dragged down.
	"Go ahead," I heard Ronnie whisper.  "Do it!"
	It was so quiet that I could hear the faint rustle of 
cloth.  Then Ronnie gave a long, drawn out "Ahhhhhhhhhh, god!"  I 
was pretty sure that Mindy was sucking his dick.
	Susan suppressed a giggle.  She had heard it, too, and had 
guessed what was going on.
	"Lollipop, lollipop, oh, lolly-lolly-lolly..." she sang in 
a whisper, making me laugh.  But she quickly distracted my 
attention from the front seat.  She let go of my shoulder and 
slid a hand between us.  Grabbing the bottom of my t-shirt, she 
began tugging it up.
	"I want to feel you against me," Susan said.
	I helped her pull my shirt up, baring my chest.  Leaning 
forward, I pressed it against her soft tits.  We wrapped our arms 
around each other and pulled our bodies together.  The feeling of 
her breasts against my chest was amazing.  I hunched my hips, 
pressing my cock against her belly, and pushed my leg up between 
her thighs, rubbing it against her snatch.
	"Oooh, yeah," Susan breathed.  She moaned in pleasure.  
"Oh, god, Willy, raise up a little."
	Thinking I was crushing her, I pushed up from her, 
straightening my arms. But Susan just moved her hand down between 
us.  Her fingernails traced across my stomach and onto the front 
of my pants.  She cupped her palm over my rock-hard prick and 
squeezed it gently, then slowly stroked along it from bottom to 
top.  I swelled up under her touch.
	"Ummmmm," Susan whispered.  "Nice!"
	I lowered my lips to her tit.  The nipple was poking out at 
me.  I pursed my lips and pushed them onto it, then sucked in 
hard.  Susan moaned and quivered with pleasure.
	From the front seat, I heard Ronnie gasp "Ohhh, baby!"  I 
could hear a faint, liquid sound, repeating over and over.  I 
pictured Mindy's head bobbing up and down as she sucked Ronnie's 
cock.
	Susan squeezed mine, recapturing my attention.  She put her 
lips up to my ear and licked it salaciously, probing into the 
sensitive canal with her tongue tip.
	"Would you like me to do that to you?" she whispered.
	My cock swelled up so suddenly that I'm surprised it didn't 
rip my pants.
	"Jesus!" was all I could say.
	"Does that mean yes?" Susan asked impishly, gripping my 
prick hard and moving her hand up and down it.
	"Uh...yeah, sure" I said stupidly.
	Her slim fingers probed into my fly and found the zipper.  
Slowly, silently, she worked it downward.  The fact that my 
erection was stretching the fabric and holding it straight no 
doubt helped.  When she got it all the way down, Susan slipped 
her fingers inside my pants, paused a moment to stroke me again 
through my undershorts, then fumbled briefly until she found the 
opening.
	The first touch of her fingers on my naked cock was 
electric.  It swelled up against her fingers and pushed out 
against the cloth.  Susan struggled for a few moments trying to 
get the head through the slit, but it was an impossible task one-
handed.  She wrestled her other arm out from under us.  Using one 
hand to hold the slit in my underwear open, Susan finally managed 
to pull it up high enough and pull my prick down far enough to 
get the head through the opening.
	My bare cock slid out into the air, protruding through the 
fly.  I don't think it had ever been so hard.
	"Ooooh," Susan cooed.  "That's a nice one."
	I wondered briefly how many she had to compare it with, but 
I really didn't care.  Holding my pants against my stomach with 
one hand, Susan slid her other hand along my prick from top to 
bottom, letting her fingers stroke lightly over the sensitive 
skin.  She clasped the head in her palm as if she was shaking 
hands with my dick, then pushed her damp palm down the shaft.  
Gripping it near the middle, she squeezed firmly and stroked up 
and down a few times, sliding the skin over the hard core 
beneath.
	"We need to change sides," Susan whispered.  "Roll over 
me."
	It was hard to change position in the cramped quarters of 
the back seat without banging around.  We moved slowly, keeping 
our bodies pressed together as much as possible.  I rolled on top 
of Susan and stayed there a moment, lying with my legs between 
hers and my naked prick pressed against her notch.  Susan bucked 
her hips up to meet it, rubbing her thinly-covered crotch against 
me.  I could feel the faint depression of her pussy beneath her 
shorts.
	Then I rolled sideways against the seat back and Susan 
scooted her butt outward.  It took several tries, but finally she 
was free of my weight.  She slid her legs off the seat and knelt 
on the floor, turning to face me.
	Over the back of the front seat, I could see the top of 
Ronnie's head pressed up against the door and window.  If he had 
raised up, he would have been able to see us, but he had his mind 
on other things.  I heard him groan again over the background of 
faint, slurping sounds from around the middle of the front seat, 
just about where his cock would be.  I saw Mindy's head come up 
part way, but she didn't look toward the back seat.  She moved 
forward, apparently kissing Ronnie, then disappeared again.  The 
slurping sound resumed.
	Susan was sitting back on her heels, her hand wrapped 
around my cock, stroking up and down on it.  Looking past her 
sensuously sliding fist, I could see her naked tits, full and 
voluptuous.  Susan looked up at me and gave me a lewd smile, then 
licked her lips.
	Raising up on her knees, Susan leaned toward me and brought 
first one breast, then the other, to rub across the head of my 
dick.  Using her hand to rotate the shaft, she slid my cockhead 
around the circumference of each tit and then ran it back and 
forth across her erect nipples.  My cock jumped and twitched in 
her hand.
	Susan sat back on her heels again.  She looked up at me and 
slowly lowered her mouth to my prick.  Still holding my eye, she 
stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of the head, then 
pursed her lips and pushed them downward and over the top.
	Slowly, slowly, Susan moved her tightly clutching lips down 
onto my cock, taking more and more of me into her mouth.  I felt 
the head of my prick nudge the roof of her mouth and slowly slide 
across it.  Mindy had never managed to get more than half of my 
dick into her mouth, but Susan passed the halfway point and kept 
going.  I felt the head push into the tight gap of her throat, 
trapped between tongue and palette.  Susan tried to go further, 
made a guttural, choking sound-- "gakk"-- and finally began to 
back off, pulling her head up slowly, rubbing the bottom side of 
my cock with her tongue.
	When she got to the top, Susan sucked hard on the head of 
my dick, hollowing her cheeks.  Then, maintaining the tight 
suction, she pushed downward again and slowly slid down my boner.
	I was mesmerized, unable to speak or move.  The sexy sight 
of Susan swallowing my stiff shaft was incredibly stimulating.  
Pulling her head up again, she moved her hand up close to her 
mouth, wrapped her fingers tightly around my prick and twisted 
her wrist, making her clutching hand rotate back and forth around 
the column of flesh.  At the same time, she used her tongue to 
lash from side to side under my cock head.
	Keeping her grip tight, Susan pushed her head forward 
again, forcing her hand to slide down the shaft in front of her 
lips.  She couldn't take me as deeply into her mouth because her 
hand blocked the way, but my entire prick was wrapped in a tight 
tube of fingers and mouth that squeezed and twisted and licked at 
it.  My balls twitched and my cock jerked in response.  I knew it 
wouldn't take much more of this to make me come, and I wasn't sure 
what to do.
	Apparently, Ronnie had no such doubts.  From the front 
seat, the pace of things suddenly picked up.  I guessed from 
personal experience that the rapid "smick-smick-smick" sounds I 
heard were caused by Mindy jacking her hand rapidly up and down 
Ronnie's cock, urging him, coaxing him, compelling him to shoot 
his load into her eagerly sucking mouth.
	Ronnie made a strained, almost desperate sound, then 
exhaled sharply.  Mindy gulped, then gulped again, moaning deep 
in her throat between swallows and gasping for air through her 
nose.  I pictured her lips clamped tight around Ronnie's dick, 
plunging up and down, cum leaking out of the corners of her 
mouth.  Then the sounds stopped, and Ronnie let out a long sigh.
	Susan lifted her lips off me and looked up, smiling.  "You 
next!" she mouthed, then stuck her tongue out and rubbed the head 
of my cock against it.  She took it back into her mouth and began 
to swallow my prick again.
	Somewhere off behind me, I heard a car door bang.  The top 
of Ronnie's head suddenly popped into view as he craned his neck 
to see.
	"Uh-oh," he said.  "Security.  Quick!"
	We all started scrambling to put ourselves back together.  
Susan popped me out of her mouth, grabbed hold of her bra and top 
where they were still bunched up over her tits, and quickly 
pulled them down over her chest.  Then, she pushed herself up 
from the car floor and spun around into the seat as I sat up and 
moved my legs over.  Looking around to make sure no one could see 
her yet, Susan leaned forward, put both her arms behind her back, 
and began to hook her bra together.
	Wincing with pain and strain, I managed to bend my cock 
enough to stuff it back into my pants.  Straightening my legs as 
much as possible, I jerked my zipper up in several pulls.
	Meanwhile, in the front seat, Mindy raised up as Ronnie 
scooted under her and moved back behind the wheel.  I could tell 
Mindy's blouse was open because it flapped loose as she spun 
around to sit down.  Her head pressed back on the car seat -- 
apparently pulling up her shorts.  I heard a quick zip, and then 
her head bent forward as she rebuttoned her blouse, muttering 
"Damn... damn... damn..."  Ronnie was apparently having trouble 
getting his pants together, as he kept pushing back against the 
seat, then bending forward, then pushing back again as he 
struggled to pull them up and zip the front.
	Just as Ronnie finally settled into his seat, I glanced 
over my shoulder and saw a uniformed rent-a-cop coming around the 
rear of the car next to us.
	"Here they come," I murmured, fixing my eyes on the screen.
	We tried to ignore the guard as he walked up to Ronnie's 
window, but he leaned forward and tapped a knuckle against it.  
Ronnie rolled the window down.  The guard took a deep sniff 
through his nose.
	"Well," he said, "I guess there's no drugs in here -- 
unless you count teenage hormones as a drug."  He snickered at 
his own joke.  "What say we watch the movie, huh?"  As he started 
to walk away, he added over his shoulder, "Better wipe your mouth 
off, miss."
	In perfect synchronization, both Mindy and Susan raised 
their right hands and ran them over their mouths and down their 
chins.  Susan and I both saw it, tried to choke off a laugh, 
snorted instead, and soon all of us were howling hysterically.


7 - Back to the Bushes

	"Damn!" I said, when our laughter died down.
	"Double damn!" said Mindy.  "That guard sure screwed things 
up."
	"More like un-screwed..." Ronnie said.
	"What time is it?" Susan asked.  I looked at my watch.  It 
was nearly 10 p.m.
	"The movie's almost over," Ronnie said.  "You guys wanna 
get out of here?"  
	We all said yes.  Ronnie started the car and Mindy hung the 
speaker back on its pole.  Then, keeping his lights off, Ronnie 
quietly pulled out and exited from the drive-in.
	"Where to?" he asked.
	"We've still got an hour and a half," Mindy said.  She 
looked at me.  "How about Milligan Park?"
	"What's at Milligan Park?" Ronnie asked.
	"Bushes," Mindy answered, "and darkness."
	"Is it safe?" Susan asked.
	"I hope not," Mindy said.  We all laughed.
	Ronnie quickly drove us to the park, which was only a 
couple of miles away.  Since we had been there recently, I was 
pretty sure what Mindy had in mind.  She guided Ronnie to a 
parking spot behind a building that was used for recreation 
during the day.  It was hidden from the road, and the nearest 
light was a couple of hundred feet away.  Mindy looked over the 
seat at me.
	"Car or bush?" she asked.
	"There's a blanket in the trunk," Ronnie volunteered.
	"Bush, I guess," I said.  I opened the car door and climbed 
out, then offered a hand to Susan, who slid out beside me.  
Ronnie popped the trunk latch from inside the car, and I grabbed 
the blanket.  "C'mon," I said to Susan, taking her hand again.
	"See you in one hour," Mindy said out the window.
	"Right," I said, glancing at my watch.  It was 10 minutes 
after 10.
	I led Susan across an open area.  The bushes Mindy and I 
had used earlier that week were only a short walk away but 
screened from the rec building by a long, high hedge.  When we 
reached the bushes, I ducked down and crawled through the short 
tunnel that led to the open area inside.  Susan followed.
	"I take it you've been here before," she said as I spread 
out the blanket.
	"Once," I said, then added a lie.  "Mindy told me about 
it."
	"I don't care," Susan said, sitting beside me.  "It's 
perfect."
	I put my arm around her, and she tilted her face up to be 
kissed.  I was happy to oblige.  The moon was out and almost 
full.  Its cool light filtered through the branches above us, dim 
but enough to see each other.  Sometime during the kiss, we sank 
down onto the blanket and stretched out.  I slid a leg between 
Susan's, and she opened them wide enough to let me push my thigh 
up against her pussy, then locked her legs around it.
	"Whew," she said, when we finally broke apart to catch our 
breath.  "I love the way you kiss."
	I smiled at her.  Susan was lying mostly on her back, with 
my arm under her neck.  She looked up at me through half-open 
eyes.
	"Now," she said, "where were we?"
	"Well, for one thing," I said, sliding my free hand up 
under her halter top and cupping one of her large breasts, "I 
don't remember having all this cloth in the way."
	She smiled at me.  "I can fix that," she said.  She rolled 
away from me onto her stomach and started to reach up behind her 
back, then stopped.  "You can do this easier, I think."
	I pushed up the back of her halter to reveal her bra strap.  
I managed to release the hooks again without embarrassing myself 
with too much fumbling.  When the second one came free, the two 
sides of the strap slid apart.  I put my hand in the space 
between and massaged Susan's back.
	"Ummm," she said, "that feels good."  I ran my hand up to 
her neck and onto her shoulder, pushing the top strap to the side 
and working the muscles there.  Then I moved my hand to the other 
side of her neck and did the same.  Susan hunched and rolled her 
shoulders under my fingers, enjoying the massage.
	"Wait a second," she said, when I paused.  She pushed up 
onto her knees beside me, crossed her hands in front of herself, 
and pulled the halter top and bra off.  Her breasts, despite 
their size, scarcely sagged at all.
	I raised up on one elbow and captured the closest nipple 
with my mouth, sucking on it.  I put my hand behind Susan's back 
and pulled her into me, mashing her tit into my face.  After a 
few moments, I shifted my attack to her other tit.  She turned 
her shoulder toward me to help.  Her hand rested on my thigh, 
just below my crotch.  I sucked hard on the nipple, and she 
squeezed the flesh of my thigh.
	I pulled my mouth away, and Susan dropped down onto the 
blanket beside me again.  She cuddled up close and pressed her 
huge mammaries against my chest.  I loved the way the felt 
against me, but it wasn't quite right.
	"Now it's my turn," I said, pushing up far enough to strip 
off my t-shirt, then settling back down next to Susan.  This 
time, when I pulled her close, her soft tits pressed against my 
naked chest.  I could feel both of her hard little nipples boring 
into my breast.
	"Jesus," I said, "I can't tell you how good that feels."
	In response, Susan squirmed against me, rubbing her soft, 
bare tits on my chest.  We kissed again, passionately, pressing 
our bodies together.  My leg was mashed up against her pussy, and 
Susan humped her hips back and forth, rubbing her crotch against 
my leg.  I could feel the heat of her center through my jeans.
	I pulled back from the kiss and laid my hand on her thigh, 
just above the knee.  Unsure of how far she would go, I slowly 
stroked my way higher and higher on the sensitive inside of her 
leg.  Susan made no move to stop me.  In fact, she raised her 
upper leg higher to give me plenty of room and encouragement.  
When I reached the bottom of her short shorts, I moved up farther 
and laid my fingers directly onto her pussy.
	Susan pushed herself up against me, obviously welcoming my 
touch.  Emboldened by her openness, I ran my hand up and down her 
notch.  The crotch of her shorts was faintly damp.
	"Ummmm," Susan murmured.  "I like that."  To emphasize her 
point, she rocked her hips back and forth, helping me rub her 
pussy.  Then she moved a hand between us and found my hardening 
cock where it was straining outward against my jeans.
	"We haven't got much time," Susan said.  "Why don't we get 
naked?"  
	She moved her hand away from me to the waist of her shorts 
and began to unbutton them.  Before I could even move, she had 
released the button, pulled the zipper down, and was beginning to 
work the tight shorts and panties down over her hips.  I watched 
in amazement as her slim hips came into view, followed by the 
dark patch of hair below her belly.  When the shorts were out 
from under her fanny, she bent and raised her knees and quickly 
slid her shorts off over her feet.  She was completely naked 
beside me.
	"Are you just going to look?" Susan asked, coquettishly.
	"No," I said, suddenly seized with the desire to do 
something I'd only daydreamed about.  "I'm going to lick."
	I rolled between her legs, pushing my body downward.  I 
grabbed her knees and tried to push them apart.  At first, Susan 
resisted.
	"No..." she said, without conviction.  "I..."
	I had my chin between her legs and wedged downward far 
enough to lick at the inside of her leg.  I continued to push 
forward, and Susan yielded gradually, allowing me to lick higher 
and higher up her thighs.  She was making little sounds of 
distress that weren't quite a "no."  As I got closer and closer 
to her middle, they changed tone, becoming faint groans of 
pleasure.
	"Oh, Willy, I've never..." Susan said, uncertain herself of 
what she wanted.  "Oh, please...  Oh, oh..."
	I ignored what she was saying, since it was obvious that 
she only half meant it.  As my head pressed farther between her 
thighs, I caught the musky scent of her, the aroma of her 
arousal.  Finally, my nose grazed the kinky patch of hair just 
above her pussy.
	To tell the truth, I was uncertain about this myself, 
having never done it before.  But I wanted to do something new 
with this girl.  Her openness and eagerness had me quivering with 
desire.  I had read of this, dreamed of this.
	Slowly, tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and pushed it at 
Susan's pussy.  It touched hair first, then the outer lips, which 
were slick with her juices.  I pushed forward a little more, and 
my tongue slid between the lips into a narrow valley.
	"Ohhhh, god," Susan whispered.  "Ooooooh."
	She seemed to like what I was doing.  I worked my tongue 
around, back and forth, up and down.  Near the bottom of the 
slit, my tongue felt the opening of her pussy.  I pushed my lips 
up against Susan's cunt and stuck my tongue all the way out, 
probing into her channel.
	"Ummmmm," she moaned.  "Oh, yessssss."
	Thrusting my tongue in and out, I fucked her pussy with it.  
Susan shuddered and pressed herself up to my mouth.  She rolled 
her hips, working me around inside her, and spread her thighs 
wider apart.
	I lapped my tongue upward and felt it slide across a little 
mound of flesh near the top.  The effect on Susan was electric.  
She gasped, and her hips jerked involuntarily.
	"Oh, god, Willy," she whispered, "do that again!"
	Moving my mouth upward slightly to center over her clit, I 
lapped at it with my tongue.  Then I stiffened my tongue and 
moved it around and around the little nubbin.  Susan wrapped her 
hands behind my head, pulling me into her pussy, and mashed her 
cunt against my face.
	"Ummmmm.... Ummmmmmm," she moaned with increasing 
intensity.  "Oh my god, Willy, that feels so good.  Lick me!  Oh, 
yesss!  Ah!  Ah!  Yessss.  So good!"
	I was really getting into it, now.  I slid my arms around 
the outside of her hips and put a hand on either side of her 
pussy, spreading the lips apart to give me better access.  
Pulling her to me, I ground my mouth against Susan's cunt, 
twisting from side to side as my tongue lashed at her clit.
	"Oh, jeez, I'm gonna come," Susan whispered harshly.  "Just 
a little more... just a little more... Yes...Yes...UmmmmmMMMMMM!"
	Her voice rose toward a shriek that she cut off before it 
became too loud.  Grabbing her top from beside her, Susan stuffed 
it into her mouth to muffle her cries.  Her hips jerked and 
bucked beneath me, seemingly out of her control.  I hung on tight 
and kept whipping my tongue across her pleasure button.
	Finally, Susan grabbed my hair and forcibly pulled me back 
away from her pussy, squeezing her thighs together to keep me 
from licking her again.  She pulled the halter out of her mouth.
	"No more," Susan gasped.  "No more.  I can't take it."
	She let go of my hair and collapsed weakly on her back, her 
breathing ragged, as she came down from the intensity of her come.  
I started to lean in and give her pussy a final lick, but she put 
her hand over it, blocking me.
	"Oh, really, Willy, no more, please!" she pleaded.  "It was 
wonderful -- really wonderful -- but I can't stand anymore right 
now."
	I pulled back, satisfied and pleased with what I had done.  
I kissed and licked at Susan's inner thighs, gradually pulling my 
head out from between her legs.  I moved up and lay down beside 
her.  She rolled toward me to snuggle, and I slid and arm under 
her neck.
	"Jesus, Willy, that was incredible!" Susan whispered.  She 
raised her head and kissed me, then smiled.  "You taste like me," 
she said.  "You've got my pussy juice all over your face."  She 
took her hand and wiped it over my mouth and chin.  Then she 
licked her fingers.
	"Did you like it?" I asked, knowing the answer but wanting 
her to tell me again.
	"I don't think I've ever come that hard," Susan said.  "I 
knew I was wound up, after the movie and all, but...  Well, there 
are no words to describe it.  The moment you touched me with your 
tongue, I knew I was going to come."
	She looked down into my eyes.  "I didn't want you to do 
that, at first," she said.  "I've never let anyone do that 
before."
	We traded smiles.  I was pleased that I had been the first, 
for some reason.  I had begun to suspect, I guess, that there 
wouldn't be any firsts with Susan.  She seemed to be pretty 
experienced.
	"But, poor Willy, what about you?" she asked, speaking as 
much to herself as to me.  "First we get interrupted at the 
drive-in, and now you've taken care of me, but you still haven't 
got anything, have you?"  She slid her hand down my chest, over 
my stomach and onto my groin.
	Susan rubbed her hand up and down over my rigid boner, 
pausing a time or two to squeeze it through my pants.  Then she 
began to unfasten my jeans for the second time that night.  Her 
naked body was pressed against me, her bare tits pushing against 
my chest and side.  While she fumbled with the button and zipper, 
she leaned down and kissed me, deeply and passionately.
	In moments, it seemed, she had my pants open.  My cock was 
straining so hard to break free that it was actually lifting the 
waistband of my underwear up away from my stomach.  Susan put her 
palm flat on my belly and slid her fingers under the band.  She 
touched my naked cock with her fingers, and it jerked at the 
contact.
	"Ooooh," she whispered, "seems like somebody's ready for a 
little loving."
	Lifting up with the back of her hand, Susan slid my shorts 
down over my rock-hard cock.  Then she wrapped her fingers around 
the shaft and moved her hand up and down, squeezing it tightly.  
I moaned in appreciation.
	"You like that, huh?" Susan asked, although I'm sure she 
knew the answer.  "Well, how 'bout this, then?"  She shifted her 
head downward across my chest and belly.  Her back blocked my 
view of what she did next, but I had no trouble figuring it out.
	I felt the hot warmth of her breath on the head of my 
prick.  Susan opened her mouth wide and slowly moved it over me, 
still not allowing her lips to touch it.  I could feel her breath 
all around it.
	She paused a second, then suddenly plunged her head forward 
and clamped her mouth around my cock, sucking hard.  I jerked and 
swelled between her tightly clamped lips, straining upward 
against the roof of Susan's mouth.  Holding it around the base, 
she pumped her head up and down several times.
	As she sucked on my dick, Susan used her other hand to push 
at my jeans and underwear, working them over my butt.  I lifted 
my hips up to help her, driving my cock deep into her mouth.  
When she got them down around mid-thigh, Susan quit worrying 
about it and concentrated on the mouth job she was giving me.
	After a while, she lifted her face off my prick and turned 
to look at me, wrapping her fingers around my fuck pole and 
sliding her hand up and down over it.
	"I can't decide," Susan said, "whether I want to suck you 
off and swallow your cum or put your cock in my pussy and fuck 
your brains out."
	I had no answer to that.  No girl had ever talked that way 
to me, and I was startled into speechlessness.  Either option 
sounded just fine to me.  I swallowed hard and tried to think of 
some kind of sensible response.  When I looked up at her, Susan 
batted her eyes at me, knowing very well that she'd tied my 
tongue in knots.
	"Let's see," she said.  "Do you have a rubber?"
	I could answer that, but the first thing that came out, 
when I tried to talk, was something like "Gakkk!"  Then I found 
my voice and croaked, "In my wallet..."
	I started to twist and reach for my wallet, which was 
somewhere down around my knees, but Susan beat me to it, letting 
go of my dick for a moment to pull it out of the hip pocket of my 
pants.  She handed it to me, the resumed stroking me, watching me 
with an amused expression on her face while I fumbled with 
suddenly thick fingers to fish the foil packet out of its hiding 
place.  Clumsily, I struggled to tear it open and finally managed 
to rip off most of one edge.
	"Here," said Susan, holding out her hand.  "I'll do it."
	She let go of my prick and used both hands to extract the 
rolled-up rubber from its container.  Tossing that to one side, 
Susan climbed up onto her knees, straddling my legs about mid-
thigh.  She frowned with concentration as turned the rubber over 
and tested to make sure which way it would unroll, then centered 
it carefully on the head of my cock.
	Holding it in place with one hand, Susan made a circle with 
the thumb and forefinger of her other hand and worked the condom 
down over the helmeted head.  Once it had slipped over the ridge 
and was on securely, she used both hand to work it down the 
shaft.
	"There," she said, "that oughta do it."  She looked up at 
my from her handiwork and smiled wickedly.  "Well, I guess 
there's no choice, now.  I'm gonna have to fuck your brains out."
	My cock throbbed in her hands.  Keeping a grip around the 
base, Susan inched forward on her knees until her pussy bumped my 
balls, then raised up higher and positioned her snatch over the 
pole that was straining up toward her.
	Susan leaned on one hand and used the other to guide my 
cock as she slowly lowered herself toward me.  The head of my 
cock oozed between the lips of her pussy and slid backward until 
it started into her fuck channel.  Her eyes closed now, Susan 
inched forward and downward, letting my rubber-clad prick nudge 
slowly into her depth.
	Despite the rubber, the feeling was sensational.  Susan's 
pussy was as tight as Mindy's, but it was very wet, and she was 
able to get almost half of my cock up her before she had to stop 
and reverse direction.  She pulled back and worked her hips up 
and down, gathering more lubrication, then slid down onto me 
again.  This time, I went all the way in.
	"Ummmmm," Susan groaned in delight.  "Oh, yes, that's just 
what I wanted."  She let all of her weight down onto me, forcing 
my cock as deep as possible, and then rolled her hips around on 
my pelvis.  I felt her squeeze me with the muscles of her pussy.
	Leaning forward onto both hands, Susan began to ride me, 
then, pumping her cunt up and down my rampant erection.  She 
moved slowly and sensuously.  Her gorgeous tits hung suspended 
from her chest in front of me, swaying back and forth with her 
motion.  I looked up and saw that Susan had her head back, her 
eyes closed and her mouth slightly open, obviously savoring the 
feel of cock and cunt doing what they were designed to do.  Then 
she looked down at me.
	"Don't worry about me," she said.  "I've already had my 
fun, and we don't have much time.  This is just for you.  I want 
you to come in my pussy, baby."
	She glanced down between us.
	"Look," she commanded.  "Look down there.  See my pussy 
sliding on your cock.  Doesn't that feel good, baby?  Oooh, I 
like it.  Do you like the way my pussy feels around you?  Does it 
feel good to slide in and out?  Look at it!  See me fuck you?  
See it?   Ahhhh!  Yes, that feels so good.  Oooooh, you've got a 
great cock, Willy.  It feels so big.  Fuck me with it!  Fuck me 
with your big cock, Willy.  Come on!  Give it to me!  Hard!  
Harder!"
	By this time, Susan had worked herself into a frenzy.  I 
pushed my hips up to fuck my prick into her as best I could, but, 
in truth, she was doing much more than half the work.  Susan was 
lifting her hips until only the top part of my cock was still in 
her, then snapping her hips down to bury it all the way up her 
fuck channel.  When she hit bottom, she bounced up and did it 
again, over and over again, up and down, up and down, sliding her 
pussy over my prick.
	"That's it, honey," she crooned.  "That's the way.  Give it 
to me.  Shove it in all the way.  Ahh!  Ahh!  Fuck me, Willy!  
Fuck me!  Oooh, it feels so good!  I can feel your cock all the 
way up there.  Give me more, baby.  Fuck me!"
	Nobody could last long under that kind of onslaught.  I 
could feel my come begin to build up.  I moaned and began to drive 
my cock up as hard as I could.  Susan sensed the change and knew 
I was getting close.
	"Oh, yes, baby.  That's right.  I want your cum!  Come on!  
Give it to me.  Shoot it!  Fill my pussy!  Come on, baby!  Come in 
me!  Come in me!"  Susan pitched forward, pressing her tits 
against my chest, holding onto my shoulders, pressing her cunt 
all the way down onto my fuck pole and rolling around and around 
on it.
	I came.  The come that had been building all evening 
exploded out of my dick.  Susan couldn't feel it through the 
rubber, of course, but she could tell I was cumming by the way my 
cock jerked and twitched inside her.  And maybe by the way I 
cursed and grunted and thrashed around.
	"Ahhhhhhh, GOD!" I gasped, jamming my hips up and driving 
my cock into her.  "Ahhhhh, YES!  Oooooh, shit!  Ummmm.  Ohhhh."
	Susan twisted around and around on my prick until I stopped 
shooting, then slowed down gradually, rolling her hips around 
sensuously, while my head collapsed back on the ground and lolled 
to one side.
	It was at least a minute before I opened my eyes to find 
Susan watching me.
	"Did you like that, baby?" she asked.
	"Christ yes!" I said.  "That was the best ever."
	"Good," Susan said, "I'm glad you like it.  So did I.  I 
think I'm going to like fucking you."
	We laid there for several minutes while my cock gradually 
shriveled.  Susan used the muscles of her pussy to squeeze and 
tug at my slowly diminishing prick until one squeeze too many 
pushed it out of her.  Groaning, she rolled to the side and 
cuddled up close to me.
	I took a long, deep breath, then let it out in an even 
longer sigh.  Listlessly, I raised my arm and looked at my watch.  
It was almost 11 p.m.
	"We'd better go," I said reluctantly.  "I don't want to get 
Mindy in trouble with Mom and Dad on her first date."
	"Oh, you're a kind big brother," Susan said, teasing.  Then 
she sighed, too.  "But I guess you're right."
	Slowly, with many hugs and kisses in between, we put 
ourselves back together.  Once we were reassembled, I sent Susan 
out in front of me, then followed, dragging the blanket.  We 
shook and folded it, then set off for the car.
	Just before we turned the corner of the hedge that would 
bring the car back into view, Susan stopped.  Since she had a 
firm grip on my hand, I stopped, too.
	"Maybe we should check before we just walk up to the car," 
she whispered.  "They may not be ready for company yet."
	"Good idea," I whispered back.  Moving cautiously, I poked 
my head around the corner of the hedge.
	Susan had made a good call.  The car was only about 30 feet 
away and, in the moonlight, I could see Mindy clearly.  She was 
naked, at least as much of her was visible through the 
windshield.  Her back was to me, and she was on her knees in the 
passenger seat, facing the rear of the car and bouncing up and 
down on Ronnie, who was sprawled beneath her.  At least, that was 
what I inferred from Mindy's position, her motion, and the fact 
that the car was bouncing up and down on its springs, emitting a 
faint squeak each time it went down.
	"Are they still at it?" asked Susan behind me.  She could 
probably hear the squeaking springs.
	"Uh... yeah," I said.
	"Let me see," Susan said.  She slipped between me and the 
hedge, kneeling on the ground.  "Yeah," she said, "I'd say 
they're still at it."
	A few moments later, the sound of the car springs changed.  
We heard muffled cries and other sounds coming from it.  Mindy 
had her head back, almost pressed against the inside roof, but 
her hips were clearly slamming forward against Ronnie with great 
force because the car motion had changed from up and down to back 
and forth.  Then they froze, and Mindy collapsed onto Ronnie, 
squeezing him in her arms.  Susan took a last look, then scooted 
back behind the hedge.  
	"Let's give them another few minutes," she said.
	There was a nearby swing set.  We walked over to it and sat 
in the swings, trailing back and forth and talking.  They creaked 
as we swung, and Ronnie must have heard it, because he came to 
get us about five minutes later.
	When we got to the car, Mindy was sitting in the passenger 
seat, fanning herself with a piece of paper.  Her face was 
flushed.  I held the back door for Susan, then slid in behind 
her.  The car reeked of sex.  Ronnie started the engine and we 
headed for home, making it just before 11:30.
	Susan and I kissed goodbye in the back seat.
	"You'll call me, won't you?" she asked.  I think she was 
afraid that I had already gotten everything I wanted from her.
	"Yes," I said.  "You can count on it."


8.  Talking It Over

	The next day, Mindy wanted to know everything.  I was 
watching TV in my room when she stuck her head in the door.  Mom 
was outside, puttering in the yard.  Dad was in the den, 
"watching" TV through his eyelids.
	"Well?" she asked, arching both eyebrows.
	"Well what?"
	"So what happened when you two bunnies scurried off to the 
bushes?" Mindy said, stepping into the doorway and leaning 
against the frame.
	I didn't say anything.  I was all mixed up inside -- proud 
of my exploits with Susan, embarrassed at Mindy wanting to know, 
and a little pissed off about seeing her humping Ronnie in the 
front seat.
	"Come on," Mindy pleaded.
	"What do you want to know," I said, continuing to watch the 
TV.
	"Don't be a crud, Willy," Mindy said.  "Did you guys get it 
on?"
	"Some."
	Mindy made an exasperated face, rolling her eyes to heaven.  
"Are you going to tell me or play dodge ball all day?"
	"I thought guys weren't supposed to tell," I said, still 
not looking at her.
	"Hey, this is Mindy, your sister, remember?  The one you've 
been banging for the past month?"
	I looked at her.  "What about you and Ronnie, then?  Did 
you get it on?"  I couldn't help letting a little jealousy show 
in my tone.
	Mindy came over and sat on the foot of the bed.  She put a 
hand on my knee and gave me an understanding smile.
	"Yes," she said, looking me in the eye, "we sure did.  I 
gave him a blowjob at the drive-in, but you know that.  Then I 
let him fuck me while you two were off playing.  Is that what you 
want to know?  Did I enjoy it?  You bet!  Will I let him do me 
again?  Probably.  But mostly I was keeping him busy so that you 
and Susan could have a chance.  Did it work?"
	I looked at the TV but didn't see it.  I was trying to sort 
out my feelings.  I knew Mindy and Ronnie had screwed in the car 
while Susan and I were off in the bushes.  We'd seen them.  But 
that wasn't the same as Mindy admitting it to me.
	"Look, Willy," Mindy said, "I guess I understand how you 
feel.  But don't go crazy on me.  I love you and I always will.  
I don't regret anything we did.  It was great!  But we've got to 
move on, baby.  That's why I set you up with Susan, remember?  It 
made me a little jealous, too, to think of you with her -- but I 
wanted you to get in on with her.  I wanted you to have somebody 
else.  So... did you?"
	"Yeah," I said.
	"Was it good?"
	"Yeah," I said, unable to keep from smiling.
	"How good?" Mindy asked.
	"Real good," I said.
	"That's better," she said, giving my knee a squeeze.  "Now, 
tell me all about it."
	Gradually, Mindy dragged it all out of me.  She had been 
pretty sure Susan was sucking my cock in the back seat at the 
drive-in but had been too busy giving Ronnie a blowjob herself to 
check.  I told her I had licked Susan's pussy and made her come, 
and I described how she had climbed over me and ridden my cock 
until I had shot my cum into her pussy.  Well, I admitted in 
response to Mindy's question, not into her pussy, exactly, but 
into a rubber that Susan had put on me.
	Talking about it was getting us both horny.  I had to 
adjust my pants because my erection was pulling the crotch up and 
squeezing my balls.  Mindy kept pressing her legs together and 
rubbing her thighs back and forth.  She crossed her legs and 
rocked a foot back and forth.  I was pretty sure it pressed her 
thighs together and indirectly stimulated her clit.
	Mindy said Ronnie's cock was a little longer than mine but 
not as thick.  While it felt good, she said, she liked mine 
better, liked the way it stretched her when I put it in.  Mindy 
also admitted that she hadn't gotten off with Ronnie, being too 
concerned with the situation and all.  She laid her hand in her 
lap casually and let her fingers trace along the top of her 
snatch.
	"Jeez," she said, looking over her shoulder at the door, "I 
wish..." -- she paused, glanced at me, then looked away -- "I 
wish Ronnie was here now."
	I was hurt for a moment, but then I realized that wasn't 
what she had really started to say.
	"Ronnie isn't here," I said, "but I am."
	"Damn," Mindy said, pressing her fingers into her crotch, 
"I'm so fucking horny, Willy."  She caught her lower lip between 
her teeth, moved her fingers in a circle, and gave a little 
shudder.
	"Come here," I said, patting the bed on the other side of 
me.
	"No, Willy, we can't!" Mindy said, but I knew she didn't 
really mean it.
	"Not all the way," I said, "but... just unbutton your 
shorts.  And open the door to the bathroom.  You can slip out 
through there and into your room if somebody starts up the 
stairs.  We'll hear the stairs if anyone does."  Our rooms were 
separated by the bathroom we shared.  And we both knew the stairs 
creaked when anyone walked on them -- we'd taken advantage of 
that throughout our childhood.
	"Oh, jeez, Willy, I don't know..." Mindy hesitated.
	"Let me pay back the favor I owe you for Susan," I said.  
"Come on over here."
	She stood up and went through the connecting door into the 
bathroom.  I heard her open the door into her room.  Then she 
came back, leaving my door open, too.  She turned my television 
down slightly, then walked over to me.  Mindy's eyes were 
feverish as she unbuttoned the top button of her shorts and slid 
the zipper down about half way.
	"Do you think we really should?" she asked, although she'd 
already made up her mind.
	"Yeah," I said, "I think we should.  Come here, sis."
	I scooted back on the bed and, turning her around so that 
her back was facing me, I pulled her down between my legs.  Mindy 
rested her back against me.  She turned her head to kiss my 
cheek.
	"I wish Mom and Dad weren't here," she whispered.  "I'd 
love to fuck you, right now."
	"Me, too," I said, bringing both of my hands up in front of 
her to cup her tits.  She pressed back against my hands.  
	I let go with one hand, pulling her back against me with 
the other, and slid it into the front of her shorts.  Wiggling my 
fingers under the elastic of her panties, I pushed them downward 
across her pussy hair and then lower still.  I felt the lips of 
her cunt, damp and steamy under her panties.  Pressing inward 
with my middle finger, I rolled it around on her clit.
	Mindy let out a long sigh.  I felt a tremor go through her 
body.  Pushing my hand deeper into her panties, I slid my middle 
finger between the lips and into her fuck channel.  Mindy spread 
her legs wider to help me and pushed her hips forward to meet my 
invading finger.
	"Oh, jesus, Willy, that feels so good," she whispered.  
"Fuck me with your finger, baby."
	I began to slide my finger in and out of her pussy.  Every 
so often, I dragged it all the way out and up to the top of her 
opening to circle a fingertip around and over her clit.  Mindy 
began to pant, and she rocked her hips back and forth, fucking 
herself on my finger.
	She sat up slightly and slipped a hand behind her back, 
quickly finding my hard cock and squeezing it.  As I continued to 
probe her pussy and stroke her clit with my fingers, she worked 
her hand up and down on my prick through my pants.
	"I'd take it out, but..." Mindy said.
	"Don't worry about it," I reassured her.  "Just relax and 
enjoy."
She settled back against me, keeping her hand on my hard-on but 
giving herself up to the sensations I was stirring up with my 
sliding  fingers.  She let her head loll back on my shoulder.
	"WILLY!  MINDY!"  The voice broke into our haze.  We froze.  
It was Dad, calling from the bottom of the stairs.
	"Y-Yeah?" I yelled back.  I pulled my hand out of Mindy's 
shorts.  She pulled her hand from between us and began to fumble 
with the front button.
	"Is Mindy there?"
	"She's in her room," I lied.
	"Well, your mother and I are going to the store.  Do you 
want to come?"  Mindy nodded her head vigorously, making me bite 
my lip to keep from laughing.  She wanted to come, all right, but 
not the way he meant.
	"Naw," I shouted.  "I'll stay here.  I'm watching this 
program..."
	"Well, okay," Dad said.  "Let Mindy know we'll be back in 
about an hour."
	"Okay," I said.
	"See you later, then."
	"Bye!"
	Mindy stopped moving, as we heard Dad walk across the 
living room and into the kitchen.  Then the back door opened and 
closed.  Mindy quietly got to her feet and went to my window, 
standing beside it so she could look out but not be seen.
	"They're getting into the car," she said after a moment.  I 
heard the doors close and the engine start.  "There they go," she 
added a little later.
	Mindy turned to face me.  Her shorts were buttoned but 
still unzipped.  She moved a hand to her waist and unfastened the 
top button again.
	"I want you to fuck me right now," she hissed.  Hooking her 
thumbs under both shorts and panties, she pushed them down over 
her hips, rocking from side to side as she worked them over her 
fanny.  They slid down her thighs into a pile around her ankles.  
She stepped out of them quickly.
	"Come on," Mindy said.  She stepped over to the bed, knelt 
down on her knees beside it, sticking her butt out and laying her 
torso on the mattress.  "Put it in me like this," she ordered.  
"I don't want any playing around.  Stick it in my from behind.  
Now!  I need to fuck."
	I dropped to my knees and quickly shed my own pants and 
underwear.  Shuffling awkwardly around her nearest foot, I moved 
up behind her.  My cock stuck out like a lance.  Grabbing it in 
my hand, I guided it to the target.  Mindy spread her knees 
wider.
	I touched her dampness with the head of my prick and 
pressed forward.  It slid about half way in before friction 
brought us to a halt.  Moving my hips back and forth a couple of 
times to re-coat it with her juices, I pushed forward again and 
buried it to the hilt in Mindy's cunt.
	Mindy arched her back as I pressed my cock home, then laid 
her head down on her arms.
	"Oh, god, yes!" she groaned.  "Oh, I needed that so bad!  
Come on, Willy.  Fuck me!  Fuck me hard!"
	I pulled back and slammed my straining boner into Mindy's 
pussy, smacking my stomach against the cheeks of her butt.  I 
began sawing vigorously in and out of her pussy.  Mindy rolled 
her hips around and around, working my cock inside her, as I 
shoved it into her depths and dragged it back time after time.
	She was grunting each time I slammed forward into her 
pussy, dragging in deep breaths every few strokes.  Her groans 
became an almost continuous moan as I fucked into her from 
behind.
	"Oooh, honey, that's what I needed," she wailed, "just like 
that.  Give it to me, Willy.  Fuck me with that hard prick.  
Harder!  Shove it in me.  Yes!  Yes!  Just like that!"
	Mindy accented her demand by jerking her hips back against 
me and driving her pussy onto my thrusting cock, grinding her 
hips against me to make it ream around inside her cunt.  She 
didn't want subtlety, this time.  She wanted it hard and fast.  
Mindy had been ready when I first entered her, and now she was 
rapidly racing toward an explosion.
	"God, Willy, it feels so good!  Keep doing that.  Keep 
fucking my pussy.  Push it in.  Yes!  Like that.  Yes, baby.  
Hard!"
	I hadn't thought about myself, hadn't expected to come 
after my session the night before with Susan, but I was quickly 
catching up to Mindy, now, feeling the come beginning to build up 
in my balls.  I drove my cock into her pussy, grabbing her hips 
and yanking her back onto it, shoving it into her as hard and as 
deep as possible.  She squealed, a high keening sound, and came.  
I was right behind her.
	"Uhhhhhhhhhh!  Oh, god, yes!" Mindy rasped.  "Ahhhhh, fuck 
it!  Oh!  Oh!  Uhhhhhhhhh!"  My cum jetted out of my cock and 
spurted into her cunt.
	"Oh, Mindy!  Arrrrrrgh!" I groaned, as I shot my wad up her 
fuck channel.  Mindy ground her butt against my stomach and 
rocked her hips back and forth, making my prick slide in and out 
of her pussy.
	I collapsed forward onto Mindy's back, wrapping my arms 
around her, hugging her tightly to me.
	"It's a... good thing... Mom and Dad left..." Mindy panted.  
"I might... have had... to kill them."
	She grinned, eyes closed, and I chuckled at her joke.  
Languorously, I rubbed my chest over Mindy's back and eased my 
cock in and out of her pussy.  She squeezed me with her love 
muscle, and I twitched my prick inside her.
	"Willy..." Mindy said, after a while.
	"Yeah?"
	"I... I want... to ask you something?"
	"What?"
	"Uh... I've always... wanted to watch."
	"You mean...?"
	"Yeah," Mindy said.  "To see somebody doing it."  She 
looked up at me out of the corner of her eyes.  "I want to watch 
you and Susan."
	I thought about it.  All sorts of objections and 
difficulties occurred to me, like where and how.  I wasn't sure 
how I'd feel, knowing somebody could see.  And what about Susan?  
Wouldn't it be a violation of her privacy?
	"I don't know," I said.
	"I'll make you a deal," Mindy said.
	"What?"
	"You can watch me and Ronnie first."
	A vision leaped into my mind of them screwing, of Ronnie's 
cock sliding in and out of my sister, of their naked bodies 
wrapped around each other.  My cock, still buried in Mindy's 
cunt, swelled up.  She felt it and squeezed me back.  There was 
no use pretending the idea didn't excite me.
	"He's coming over Wednesday afternoon," Mindy said.  "I 
thought we'd go to the garage.  And you could watch like before, 
with Johnny."
	"I've already seen you once," I said, "and it made me mad."
	"Things are different now, aren't they?" she asked, giving 
me another squeeze with her pussy to emphasize the point.  "And 
I'll try to make sure you see it all.  It'd be a real turn-on, 
wouldn't it?"
	I really couldn't argue with that, and Mindy could still 
feel my excitement.  It wouldn't be like it was Mindy, I told 
myself.  It would be like watching some other couple fucking.  I 
couldn't help getting hard again, feeling my cock swell inside 
her.
	"Then, we'll do it again next week," she said, sealing the 
bargain, "with you and Susan."
	"Okay," I said reluctantly, mentally crossing my fingers.  
We'd see about that later.  I was already planning how I'd 
rearrange things in the garage to give me a better view of the 
planned fuckfest.


9.  Garage Revisited

	Wednesday morning, just before noon, I went to the garage 
and did some rearranging.  Since Mindy knew that I was going to 
be there, I didn't have to worry about her noticing the changes.
	First, I moved the 4x8' sheets of plywood that were leaned 
against one wall closer to the old mattresses in the corner.  If 
I was going to watch, I wanted to be as close as possible.  
	I draped some old sheets over the open end of the plywood, 
leaving a gap in the middle from which I could look out.  Then I 
turned the mattress 90 degrees so that, instead of the foot 
facing toward my intended position, I would have a side view of 
anyone lying on it.  I also moved the curtains that had enclosed 
most of our old "den,"  placing them so that they sheltered the 
mattress from the garage's window and side door but left them 
wide open from my side.
	Mindy had told me that Ronnie was arriving at two o'clock, 
by which time I was settled into my hideout with a bottle of 
water, a couple of candy bars, and a magazine.  While I waited, I 
leafed through the magazine and nibbled on a candy bar, taking an 
occasional swig of water.
	I had to wait almost 45 minutes before I hear the back door 
of the house bang shut.  Setting the magazine aside quickly, I 
settled into place on the cushion from an old sofa and adjusted 
the curtain to leave a gap I could easily see through.  I stayed 
well back from it so that Ronnie wouldn't see me even if he 
looked my way.
	The side door of the garage opened, and Mindy came in, 
leading Ronnie by the hand.  She wearing cutoff jeans and a plaid 
cotton blouse, and she had a purse hanging over one shoulder.  
Ronnie was wearing his usual jeans and t-shirt.  Mindy closed the 
door behind them and locked it.
	"See," she said.  "This is lots better.  And Willy won't 
come out here if he comes back earlier than I expect him.  My 
bedroom is just too dangerous."
	"Well, I guess so," Ronnie said.  "But he already knows 
we're making it, I'm sure.  It was pretty obvious Saturday 
night."
	"Maybe, but I like this better," Mindy said, leading Ronnie 
to the mattress.  "I don't want to confront him.  He's my 
brother, and he can get protective sometimes."
	She sat on the mattress, facing me, and pulled Ronnie down 
beside her, setting her purse on the garage floor.  He put his 
arm around her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her.  As the kiss 
continued, I saw one of Mindy's eyes peeping past Ronnie's head.  
It was open and looking right at me.  She winked in my direction, 
then closed her eyes and surrendered to the kiss.
	As I watched them make out, I wondered about the purse, 
which seemed a strange thing for Mindy to bring with her.  Why 
would she need her purse.
	Before long, Mindy and Ronnie were stretched out on the 
mattress.  Intentionally, I'm sure, Mindy rolled Ronnie to the 
farther side, so that he wouldn't block my view.  Ronnie ran a 
hand up her torso to Mindy's pert, young breasts, squeezing and 
kneading them with his strong fingers.  She pressed herself up 
into his hand, arching her back.
	Ronnie didn't waste much time.  He moved to the buttons of 
Mindy's blouse and began to unfasten them one by one, pausing 
after a couple to lower his face to her tits.  He licked and 
kissed them, running his tongue down into her cleavage and up and 
over the tops of her breasts.
	Returning to the buttons, Ronnie completed the job, then 
pulled the sides open.  Mindy half sat up and shrugged it off her 
shoulders, then slipped her arms out of the sleeves.  Ronnie 
pulled it out from behind her and draped it over the bicycle that 
stood near their heads.
	Mindy was wearing one of those stretch sports bras, which 
confused Ronnie for a moment until he realized that there weren't 
any fastenings to undo.  He grasped the bottom of one of the cups 
and lifted it up and over Mindy's tit, the did the same with the 
other side.  Mindy stretched her arms above her head, and Ronnie 
worked the bra up and off her.
	Mindy's pale breasts were revealed to his and my view, the 
pink nipples erect and poking up into the air.  Ronnie leaned in 
and licked each of them in turn.  Mindy put her arms around his 
head and pulled him into her chest.
	Inside my hiding place, I figured they were preoccupied 
enough to risk a better view.  I leaned forward, bring my eyes 
almost up to the opening, resting my chin in my hands and 
propping my elbows on my legs.
	Other than that one wink, Mindy gave no overt sign that she 
was aware of my presence.  But it soon became apparent to me that 
she was acting up, intentionally giving me a show.  I began to 
suspect it while Ronnie was licking at her tits.  Mindy moved her 
hands between their bodies and cupped them under her breasts, 
offering each in turn to the tongue that lapped at them.
	"Ooooh, that feels good, Ronnie," she said.  "Suck on them 
for me.  Ahhh, that's right, baby.  Mmmmmmm."
	Ronnie slid his hand down over her ribs, across her tummy 
and right onto Mindy's crotch.  She spread her legs wide to 
welcome him, giving me a clear view of his fingers working in her 
notch in the process.  As Ronnie stroked her pussy through her 
shorts, Mindy rocked her hips up and back, enjoying the touch and 
helping him work on her lovebox.
	When she tired of feeding her tits to Ronnie, Mindy slid 
her hands downward and put them both on top of his hand, urging 
him to press and manipulate her pussy, using his fingers to 
stroke it for herself.  She rolled her hips energetically, 
moaning softly in response.
	"Man, you sure are hot today, babe," Ronnie said.
	"God, yes, Ronnie," Mindy replied.  "I feel really horny.  
I've been thinking about you since Saturday night.  I'm in a mood 
to fuck."
	"Well, I guess I can do something about that," Ronnie said.
	"You'd better," Mindy told him, "or I might explode."
	Keeping one hand on top of his, she moved the other to the 
front of Ronnie's jeans and cupped her palm over his hard-on.
	"Oh, baby, that's what I want," she moaned.  "I need it 
today.  I want you to put it in me and screw the hell out of me."
	Ronnie could hardly believe his good fortune.  This 15-
year-old vixen was the hottest thing he had ever encountered.  
Girls might want it as much as guys, but they rarely admitted it, 
and never as openly and directly as Mindy.  He slid the hand that 
was massaging her pussy out from under hers and moved it to the 
top button of her shorts.
	Mindy's cut-offs were from an old pair of button-fly jeans.  
As Ronnie struggled with the buttons down the front, she kept her 
hand on her pussy, stroking and manipulating her own crotch.  
When he finally unfastened the last button, he slid his fingers 
into Mindy's shorts and under her panties.  She moaned as they 
touched her naked sex, spread her legs wide to give him room, and 
pushed her hips up to meet his probing fingers.  Her own hand 
stayed on top of his, still outside her shorts but pressing his 
hand into her crotch and guiding his touch.
	As Ronnie slid his fingers in her pussy, Mindy moved her 
hands to her waist and began working her shorts down over her 
hips.  Ronnie pulled his hand away for a moment as she used her 
feet to push them the rest of the way down her legs, then kicked 
them off, leaving her completely naked.
	Mindy draped one leg of the mattress, her legs spread wide 
and her body angled to point her pussy toward me.  I could see 
the slick, red lips like a vertical cut across her crotch, 
surrounded by her dark pubic hair.  She kept her legs wide as 
Ronnie put his hand back on her cunt.  I saw him probe for her 
love tunnel with his middle finger and watched it slide into her.
	"Mmmmmmmm," Mindy moaned, "oh, yes, baby, that feels good!  
Push your finger all the way in me, Ronnie.  Get it in deeper.  
Yes, baby, yes.  I like that.  I like the way you touch me.  Oh, 
honey, keep fucking me with your finger."
	Mindy let him play with her naked pussy for a while, 
letting me watch the show.  I knew she was doing it to back me 
into a corner.  She was going to make me feel like a shit if I 
didn't keep my half of the bargain, especially after putting on 
such a horny show for me.
	After a while, Mindy reached down between her legs with 
both hands and slowly pulled Ronnie's finger out of her pussy.
	"Oh, honey, that feels so good.  But I want to do something 
for you, too."  She guided Ronnie's hand up to her mouth and 
sucked his middle finger into her mouth.  Stroking it in and out, 
she washed off her own pussy juices with her tongue.  "Does that 
give you any ideas?" she asked Ronnie, smiling.
	Struggling up to a seated position, Mindy pushed on 
Ronnie's shoulders, encouraging him to lie back on the bed.  She 
slid off the mattress and turned to face him, pointing her ass 
right at me.  Below her firm butt cheeks, I could clearly see the 
slot of her pussy, the lips slick and glistening with 
lubrication.
	"My turn, baby," she told him.  "I'm going to suck your 
dick for you.  Would you like that?"
	"Jesus, Mindy, yes!" Ronnie croaked.  "I loved the way you 
sucked my cock on Saturday."
	In a few moments, Mindy had unzipped Ronnie's jeans and 
pulled them halfway down his thighs.  His cock stood up straight, 
curving backward toward his stomach.  Mindy took hold of his 
hard-on, wrapping her fingers around it, and jacked up and down 
on it.  Ronnie folded his arms behind his head and watched her 
work on him.
	Mindy bent forward over his middle.  Her back and head 
blocked my view, but I could tell from the way she moved that she 
had his dick in her mouth and was sliding her lips down over it.  
Her head bobbed up and down, twisting slightly from side to side 
as she worked on Ronnie's cock.  Meanwhile, Mindy wagged her ass 
at me, spreading her legs wider to give me a clear view of her 
cunt.
	After a minute or so, however, she must have realized that 
I couldn't see the blowjob she was giving Ronnie.  She pulled her 
head up and looked at him.
	"I've got an idea," Mindy said.  "Why don't we both lick 
each other at the same time.  Scoot up on the bed, baby, and let 
me get up there with you."
	Obediently, Ronnie slid back on the mattress, stretching 
out horizontally, his head toward my right.  Mindy climbed up 
onto the mattress and swung a leg across him, facing his feet, 
with her pussy poised above his face.
	Ronnie wrapped his arms around Mindy's hips and pulled his 
face up to her, his tongue already extended and wagging in the 
air.  I could tell when he pushed it into her pussy, because 
Mindy pulled her head back, eyes closed and mouth open, and let 
out a long moan.  Then she dived forward, grabbed Ronnie's cock 
and plunged her mouth down onto it.
	They worked on each other like that for a while.  I could 
hear Ronnie slurping and slathering his tongue in Mindy's cunt, 
and she rolled and wagged her hips in response, rubbing her pussy 
against his face.  Meanwhile, she kept running her mouth up and 
down Ronnie's thin, backward-curved prick.  The slight curve 
seemed to let her take more of it into her mouth from this 
direction, because she was able to slide down it until it almost 
disappeared.
	Finally, Mindy pulled her mouth off Ronnie's boner, panting 
with exertion and arousal, using her hand to slide up and down 
his cock.
	"Mmmmmm, baby, that feels so good," she said.  "But... hang 
on a second."  Mindy stretched forward, pulling her pussy away 
from Ronnie's mouth, and reached down beside the mattress, 
fumbling in her purse.  I was stunned when she pulled out a black 
vibrator.  "I brought a toy for us to play with," she said.  
"Here... push this into my pussy, baby.  You can fuck me with it 
while you're licking my clit."
	Ronnie grabbed it from her, a wicked grin on his face.  He 
guided the tapered end to the entrance of her cunt and, putting 
his palm over the end, slowly shoved it into her.  Mindy groaned 
with delight and lowered her mouth to his cock again.
	Pushing and pulling on the plastic penis, Ronnie lay 
beneath Mindy's crotch and watched it fuck in and out of her 
pussy only inches from his nose.  Mindy spread her legs wider to 
give him maximum access.  I watched her suck on his cock 
energetically, using both hand and mouth to stroke and massage 
it.  Ronnie shifted his grip to the end of the vibrator and 
twisted the switch.  I could hear it start to hum, sending its 
vibrations deep into her middle.
	"Oh, jeez, baby!" Mindy cried.  "Oh, god!  Mmmmmmmm!  Oh, 
yes!  That's wonderful.  So good!"
	She resumed sucking Ronnie's cock passionately.  Her mouth 
and fingers formed one long tube that she slid up and down his 
straining erection, squeezing and licking and lashing it with her 
tongue.  Mindy twisted her wrist back and forth as she pumped up 
and down his boner.  She was moaning almost constantly, now, 
which must have felt to Ronnie like he had a vibrator wrapped 
around his prick.
	Both of them were nearing a feverish peak, both of them 
moaning and uttering little cries of passion.  Ronnie had 
attacked Mindy's clit with his tongue again, licking and nibbling 
and probing at the top of her opening.  Suddenly, Mindy jerked 
her mouth off his cock and pulled her pussy away from his mouth.  
The vibrator slipped out of her pussy and dropped onto Ronnie's 
chest, his fingers still holding the base.
	"Ooooh, baby, I was about to come," Mindy said, looking back 
at his glistening face, "and I could tell you were getting close, 
too.  But I don't want to come this way.  I want you inside me."
	Ronnie didn't answer, but he clearly agreed because he 
started climbing out from beneath Mindy.  She moved forward 
toward his feet.  Ronnie switched off the vibrator and tossed it 
down beside them on the mattress.
	"Put it into me from behind, baby," Mindy begged.  "I want 
you to shove that cock all the way into my pussy and fuck me with 
it.  Come on, Ronnie.  Put it in me."
	Ronnie grabbed his cock with one hand and moved up behind 
Mindy on his knees.  He had to push down on his straining boner 
to lower it to the target.  As it slid between her slick pussy 
lips, Mindy raised up to help him guide the glistening prick to 
the entrance of her fuck hole.  The muscles in Ronnie's ass 
tightened as he pushed his cock into her.
	As it slid into her tunnel, Mindy swayed her back, raising 
her ass higher, guiding his prick into the depths of her pussy.  
She pushed herself back toward him with her arms, taking him all 
the way in.  Ronnie put a hand on each of her hips and began to 
push and pull at them, sliding her cunt back and forth on his 
cock.  Mindy put her head down on the mattress and fucked him 
back, moaning and groaning with increasing passion.
	Ronnie knelt behind her, pumping his hips back and forth to 
slide his prick in and out of Mindy's pussy.  His hands rested 
lightly on her ass, stroked along the soft cheeks, slid down 
around her waist to caress the insides of her thighs.  Leaning 
forward and supporting himself on one hand, he moved the other to 
her belly and down to her snatch, pushing a finger between the 
slippery lips to fondle and tweak her clit.  Mindy gasped and 
drove her cunt back at his invading cockshaft.
	Then she rose up on her arms again, and pushed backward 
against Ronnie, making him sit back on his heels.  Spreading her 
thighs wide to push her pussy all the way down onto his cock, she 
rolled her hips around on his thighs, working the long, thin 
prick inside her channel.
	"Baby... do you... want to try... something new?" Mindy 
panted.
	"What?" Ronnie gasped, his face twisted with growing 
passion.
	"I want you...  I want you to fuck my ass," Mindy said.  
"Would you like to stick that hard cock of yours up my butt?"
	"God, yes!" Ronnie said.  "But... are you sure?  I mean... 
I've never done that.  Have you?"
	"Just once," Mindy said.  I didn't know if that was true, 
even if you counted the two times we had tried it as 'just once.'
	"Is it good for you?"
	"Oooh, baby, you don't know how good it is," Mindy said.  
"I love the way it feels, and I'll bet you will, too."
	She raised up and let Ronnie's cock slip out of her pussy.  
It was stiffer than ever, almost vibrating with sex-crazed 
energy.  As she moved forward, Ronnie raised up behind her and 
immediately started to poke his boner between Mindy's asscheeks.
	"Wait a second, baby," she said, reaching down toward her 
purse again.  "It's got to be real slick for you to get your cock 
in my asshole because it's so tight.  I've got some stuff in 
here."  She pulled out a jar of cold cream.
	"Here," she said, handing it back to Ronnie.  "Put some of 
this on my butthole and poke it up inside me with your finger.  
Then put some on your cock.  That'll make it good and slippery."
	To help him, Mindy lowered her head to the mattress again 
and, reaching back with both hands, held her asscheeks wide, 
exposing her anal pucker.  She had artfully angled her body, 
pointing her butt at me so that I could see the tight ring of 
brownish flesh just above her pussy.
	Ronnie unscrewed the cap of the jar and scooped out a 
generous portion of white cream on two fingers.  He wiped his 
fingers between Mindy's cheeks, transferring it to her butthole.  
Then, stiffening his forefinger, he began to poke it into her 
back tunnel.  His blunt finger probed the tight ring, then slowly 
started to penetrate it.
	"Easy, honey," Mindy whined.  "Go slow until I get used to 
having it in there."
	Ronnie pulled his finger out and gathered more cream on the 
tip, then began to push it slowly into Mindy's butt again.  Mindy 
froze, her hands pulling her cheeks open wide, as the finger went 
in deeper and deeper, past the big middle knuckle and all the way 
up her ass.
	"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, "do that again."
	Ronnie repeated his move, gathering more cream and then 
pushing it deep into Mindy's bunghole.  She seemed to take it 
easily this time, letting out a sigh as the finger pushed into 
her depths.
	"Oh, baby, you've got no idea how that feels," she gasped.  
"Work your finger around in there... that's it... you gotta 
stretch it for me... get me relaxed... so I can take your cock up 
there.  That's right, baby, just like that.  Yeah...  Mmmmmmm.... 
Put another finger in me now... I think I can take it...  
Slow!... Slow... That's it.  Yes... That's right.  That feels 
good, honey.  Work them around... Yessssssss."
	Ronnie had two fingers sliding stiffly up Mindy's asstube 
now, poking in and out.  It looked like he was able to push both 
fingers all the way into her.  Mindy began to roll her hips 
around, clearly enjoying the feeling.
	"Okay, baby," she panted, "I think I can take your cock, 
now.  Be sure to get a lot of cream on it.  My tiny little 
asshole is gonna have to stretch to take your prick in it.  Get 
it good and slick."
	Ronnie pulled his fingers out of Mindy's butt and scooped 
more cold cream out of the jar.  He wiped it along the shaft of 
his cock, then spread it around, getting it all over his rock-
hard fucktool.  Dropping the jar on the mattress, he knee-walked 
closer to Mindy's butt, guiding his cock toward the waiting, 
twitching assring.
	"Go real slow, Ronnie," Mindy begged.  "I want it, but 
it'll hurt too much if you don't go slow.  You gotta give me time 
to get used to the size of it.  It'll stretch, but you gotta go 
slow."
	Her hands still holding the cheeks of her ass wide apart, 
Mindy waited for Ronnie's cock.  He centered the head of his 
prick on her tightly clenched pucker and leaned forward.
	"Ummmmpf..." Mindy grunted.  "Easy, baby."
	Ronnie backed off, pointed his cock into the cleft again, 
and slowly pressed it into the bud of her asshole.  His prick 
bent downward like a bow, and Mindy made a long, high sound like 
a tortured mouse.  Suddenly, Ronnie's cock snapped straight and 
the head plunged past her taut opening.
	"Aughh!" Mindy cried, "Ow!  Jesus, baby, hold it!"
	Ronnie froze, his dick just inside Mindy's asshole.  Her 
face, turned toward me, was pinched up tight in a grimace of 
pain, and her clenched fists strained against the mattress.  
Gradually, her face relaxed and her hands eased.  She let out the 
breath she had been holding.
	"Ooooh, baby, I didn't think it would hurt like that," she 
sighed.  "You're so biggg."  This was a kind lie.  Ronnie's prick 
was long, but it was thin.
	Mindy rolled her hips slowly, making the head of his cock 
move around in her ass.  I could tell she was starting to enjoy 
it.
	"Okay, baby, give me a little more," Mindy said, "but do it 
real slow.  Just give me a little bit of that big cock at a 
time."
	Ronnie began to press his prick into Mindy's asshole again, 
moving so slowly that I could scarcely see it.  But slowly, 
millimeter by millimeter, it gradually began to disappear between 
the cheeks of her butt, sliding deeper and deeper into her 
bottom.
	"That's right, honey," she coaxed, "oooh, yeah, just like 
that.  Real slow, baby.  Oh, god, that's so sexy!  I can feel it 
coming into me, filling me up.  Do you like the way it feels?"
	"Jeez, Mindy, yes!" Ronnie gasped.  "I've never felt 
anything like it.  Your butt's so tight!  It's squeezing me -- 
ooh, god, I could feel you squeeze my cock then -- it's 
incredible, baby.  Yeah!"
	"Mmmmmmm..." Mindy moaned, "oh... go slow, baby... yes... a 
little more... a little more.  Oh, god, that's so sexy.  It feels 
like your shoving a pole up my asshole.  Is it all the way in 
yet?"
	Ronnie looked down between them and smiled.
	"Sorry, babe," he said, "but that's only half of it.  
You've got a lot more to take."
	"Oh, god," Mindy moaned, puffing out several quick breaths.  
"Okay... I guess... but slow, please.  A little more... that's 
it... okay, a little more... Oh my god!... easy... yes... a 
little more...  Ohhhhhh!"
	Gradually, Ronnie sank more and more of his cock between 
Mindy's asscheeks and into her rear tunnel.  As he pushed 
forward, she was slowly rotating her butt around and around in a 
circle, helping him slip past the tightly clenched rosebud and 
into her asshole.  I could only see a small section of Ronnie's 
prick, now.  What remained outside her was hidden between her 
cheeks.
	"Almost..." Ronnie panted. "Just a little more, baby.  Here 
it comes, now.  I'm almost in there."  He shifted his hands from 
the top of her ass to her hipbones and began to pull back on them 
while pushing forward with his pubic mound.
	"Eeeeeeeee..." whined Mindy, "ohjesuschristalmighty!   
Oooooooh... oooooooh... I can feel it... I can feel your hair on 
my ass.  Get it in, Ronnie.  Get it in all the way.  Ah... Ah... 
Ahhhhhhh!"
	Ronnie tugged with his hands and bumped with his pelvis, 
forcing the last little bit of his long cock up Mindy's asstube.
	"You've got it, Mindy," he crowed, "You've got the whole 
thing.  Oh, god, baby.  What a feeling.  It's incredible.  Do you 
like it?"
	"God, yes!" she answered.  "Oh, it's all the way up inside 
my tummy.  God, you're so deep in my asshole.  It's stretching 
me, and it's soooo deep.  Start humping me, baby, slowly.  Start 
sliding it in and out, now.  Go easy!  Oh!  Oh my god!  Yes!  
Just like that.  Fuck me, Ronnie.  Fuck my ass!"
	He pulled back out of Mindy's butt slowly until just the 
tip of his cock was still clenched in the tight ass pucker and 
then pushed slowly back into her again, sliding it deeper and 
deeper.
	"Like that, baby?" Ronnie asked through clenched teeth.  
"Is that what you wanted?  Do you like the way it feels?  I'm 
gonna fuck it all the way up inside you again.  Do you like 
that?"
	"Mmmmmmmm, yes," Mindy groaned.  "Your cock feels so good 
in there.  When it slides in, it's... it's incredible.  Bury it 
in my ass, honey.  Push it in there.  Yes!  Oh my god!  So good!  
Fuck me a little harder, baby.  I can take it now.  Fuck it in my 
ass, baby.  Give it to me."
	Ronnie began to move with more authority, drawing back and 
then pushing his prick forward strongly, shoving it all the way 
into Mindy's asshole in one long slide.  She was fucking him 
back, now, not just holding still for his thrusts.  She rocked 
back and forth, helping him drag his cock out and then stuff it 
back up her butthole and into her depths.  Ronnie started 
snapping his hips forward on the instroke, driving his prick into 
her, making a faint slapping sound when his thighs met her 
asscheeks.
	They fucked like that for a minute or more, stroking each 
other strongly, a little harder and a little faster as time 
passed.  Soon Ronnie's butt was flying back and forth as he 
pumped his dick into Mindy's asshole.  I could hear the slap-
slap-slap as he pounded into her butt.  Ronnie was grunting with 
growing passion, and Mindy was moaning almost constantly when she 
suddenly stopping fucking and put her hand back on Ronnie's thigh 
to stop him.
	"Wait a second, baby, don't come yet," she said.  "I've got 
an idea.  Just a second."
	Mindy groped around on the mattress until her fingers 
finally encountered the vibrator.  She wrapped both hands around 
it, her weight resting on her knees and the side of her face, and 
pointed the tip toward her middle.
	She pushed back, taking Ronnie's cock all the way back up 
into her asshole.  Guiding the vibrator to her pussy, she began 
to press it up inside her front fuckslot.  Ronnie clung to her 
hips, holding on, his eyes closed in concentration.
	"Can you feel it?" Mindy asked.  "It's so tight!  Can you 
feel it sliding into my pussy, baby?  It's right under your cock.  
Oh, it's so tight in there.  Is it making it tighter for you?  
Oh, god, it's like having two cocks in me at once.  Oooh... 
oooh... mmmmmmmm..."
	Ronnie was frozen into position, but I saw a shudder pass 
from his shoulders down through his middle and onward to his 
knees.  Mindy was arching her back to align her cunt as best as 
she could with the slowly entering vibrator.  She was pushing up 
with both hands, pressing it deeper and deeper into her pussy.
	"God, Mindy, I can feel it," Ronnie groaned.  "It feels 
like another cock in you.  Yes, it's tight.  It was already 
tight, but now it's even tighter.  God, what a feeling!"
	"Fuck me again," Mindy ordered.  "It's all the way in me, 
now.  Come on, baby.  Feed me that big cock of yours.  Give it to 
me again.  Yes, like that!  Isn't it tight, baby?  Awwwwww, yes!  
So good!"
	Ronnie was fucking faster now, his hips again pulling back 
and then shooting forward as he drove his cock up Mindy's 
butthole.  Mindy held the vibrator in her pussy with one hand, 
using her other arm to ease the pressure on her face as Ronnie 
drove her forward and down with his lunges.  He groaned, and 
somehow I knew he was getting close to cumming.
	Mindy sensed it, too.  With a twist of her wrist, she 
turned the vibrator on to maximum speed.  I could hear the sound, 
louder and faster than before, humming away inside her pussy.
	"Jesus!" cried Ronnie, and began to flail back and forth, 
slapping his cock into Mindy's asshole, then jerking back and 
driving it forward into her again.  "Oh, god, Mindy, that's gonna 
make me come!"
	"Go on, baby," she urged.  "Do it!  Come in me.  I want to 
feel your cum shoot up my ass.  Fuck me!  Come on!  Fuck me 
harder!   That's it.  Shoot it, baby.  Cream me!  Give me your 
cum, baby!  I want it!  I want it up the ass!  Come on!  Come in 
me!"
	Mindy was crying, just on the verge of cumming herself.  
Her words became unintelligible, just inarticulate whines and 
moans and breathy exclamations.
	"Ahhhhh, FUCK!" Ronnie cried, "I'm CUMMMMMING!"  He slammed 
his cock in and out of Mindy's asshole, again and again and 
again.  Then he pitched forward, hunching his back over Mindy's, 
pressing his prick deep up her butt.  Mindy was twitching and 
jerking and throwing her ass around, crying out as she joined 
him.
	"Ohhh... Ohhh... Awwwwww...  Ah... Ah... YES!" she cried, 
"Shoot it in me, baby.  Come in me!  I'm coming!  I'm coming, 
too!  Yes!  Ahhh!  Ahhh!  FUCK!  FUCK IT!  Give it to me!  FUCK!"
	The two of them were frozen for a moment as their orgasms 
peaked.  Then, slowly, Mindy's knees slid out from under her, and 
the two of them sank to the mattress, Ronnie stretched across her 
back, his cock still buried deep in her asshole.  I could still 
hear the hum of the vibrator, louder now that they were quiet, 
until Mindy pulled it out and turned the switch.  They both lay 
there, gasping for breath, slowly coming down from what appeared 
to be a monster orgasm.
	"Whew!" said Ronnie, after a while.  "That was really 
something."
	"God, yes," Mindy agreed.  "That was great, baby, just 
great!  I love the way you fuck me."
	In my hideaway, I was sitting there stunned.  For long 
minutes I had been completely unaware of myself, my location.  In 
my mind, I had been on that mattress with them, sharing the sex, 
getting more and more aroused, inching toward orgasm.  Suddenly, 
it was over, and I was sitting alone in my wooden tepee, just me 
and a terrific erection that I had absolutely no use for at the 
moment.
	I wanted to jack off.  I wanted to leap out screaming, 
throw myself on Mindy, and fuck the shit of her.  I wanted to 
fuck.  I wanted to scream.  I wanted to cry.
	What I did was sit there quietly, my hard-on slowly fading, 
while Ronnie and Mindy went through the aftermath of their 
lovemaking: embraces and kisses, clean up, pulling on their 
clothes, straightening the covers on the mattress, more hugs and 
kisses, a last look around.  They slipped out the door and were 
gone.
	I crawled out of my hidey-hole, stiff from the long time in 
one position and from the constant tensing of muscles in empathy 
with what I witnessed.  I was as tired as -- perhaps tireder than 
-- if I had been one of the participants.
	Walking around in the garage working the stiffness out of 
my legs and restoring circulation to my butt, I thought about 
what I had just seen.  It had been better than but something like 
a porno flick, I thought.  Exciting, sexy as hell, but ultimately 
maddening and disappointing.  It had left me all revved up with 
no place to go.
	I thought about going up to the house but decided not to 
chance it.  I didn't trust my ability to play-act around those 
two.  If Ronnie was still there, I might jump him out of 
frustration.  If it was just Mindy, I might jump her instead.  
But it was getting late, and Dad would be home soon.
	I waited more than half an hour before I slipped out of the 
garage's side door and out of the back gate.  I sauntered around 
the block and arrived at our house from the front.  There was no 
one home.


10. Turn About Is Fair Play

	Nervously, I turned the knob on the garage door and pushed 
it open, then let Susan enter in front of me.  She glanced 
around, taking the place in.  The double mattress in the corner 
was just barely visible from the center of the garage.  I tried 
not to look toward the sheets of plywood along the wall where 
Mindy was hiding.
	"Cool!" Susan said.
	I shut the door behind us, remembering to lock it.  Then I 
took Susan's hand and led her to the mattress.  We sat down 
together.
	"Like I said," I said, "this used to be... well, we called 
it the den, but it was sort of like a clubhouse.  My friends used 
to come over and we'd hang out in here."
	Susan bounced up and down on the mattress.
	"So all this got used for was boys?" she asked.  "You never 
had any girls over?"
	"Well, Mindy sometimes," I said.  "And she'd have her 
friends over.  But, no, we guys didn't have girls in here with 
us, not in our club.  We didn't like girls then."
	Susan grinned at me.  "I guess things have changed."
	"Yeah," I said.  "Just a little."
	She leaned in toward me, closing her eyes and offering her 
lips up for a kiss.  Self-consciously, I lowered my lips to hers 
and gave her what she wanted.
	It had taken me a couple of days to finally decide to honor 
my agreement with Mindy.  She had to get pissed off, first.  She 
made it absolutely clear that I'd never touch her again if I 
didn't keep my bargain.  My hesitation was more embarrassment 
than unwillingness, and I eventually agreed.
	We had set it up for the next Wednesday, when Mom would 
again be gone at her bridge club.  I'd gone out with Susan on 
Saturday, but we had no car and no chance to do anything more 
than kiss, with a little groping thrown in when we walked down an 
alley on the way home.  When I'd suggested Wednesday, Susan had 
quickly agreed.
	Soon after she had arrived, we were kissing on the living 
room sofa.  Susan didn't wait for me to make a suggestion.
	"Why don't we go up to your room?" she asked.
	"Well... I'm not sure when Mindy's coming home," I said.  
"But we could go out to the garage.  There's a neat place out 
there."
	"Any place," Susan said, looking up at me through half-
closed eyes.  Boldly, she put her hand on my prick and petted it.  
"Just as long as I get some of this."
	"I guarantee it," I said.  I took her hand and led her 
through the house and out the back door.
	Once we were on the mattress, things moved pretty fast.  
While I was kissing her, Susan slid her hand up my thigh and put 
her hand on my cock.  Then she unzipped my jeans and, using both 
hands, managed to pull my hard-on out through the slit.  She 
stroked it up and down, sometimes with one hand and sometimes 
with both.
	I ran my hand up under her knit top and played with her 
tits while I shoved my tongue deep into her mouth.  Then I pushed 
the top up over those enormous mounds and kissed the tops all 
over, running my tongue down into the deep valley between them.
	Susan's chest heaved as she became more and more aroused, 
and when she took a deep breath, it was something to see.  I ran 
my hands around behind her back and, after a struggle, released 
both the hooks of her bra.  I pulled the ends out as I worked my 
hands out from behind her, then pushed her bra cups up and over 
her tits, revealing their coral tips.  Quickly, I lowered my 
mouth and sucked on her already erect nipples.  Susan moaned in 
response, and pushed her chest up to me, burying my face in her 
soft breast.
	She was still stroking my rock-hard cock.  I slid my hand 
down between her thighs and cupped her pussy.  I could feel the 
warmth through her shorts.  Pressing in with my fingers, I 
massaged her slot.  Susan's hips began to move in response, 
rolling around and pressing upward against my hand.
	She let go of my prick and rapidly unbuttoned and unzipped 
her shorts.  Grabbing my hand by the wrist, she guided my fingers 
into her pants, lifting the elastic waist of her panties to slide 
my fingers inside and down to her snatch.  She was already very 
wet there.  I slipped a finger between the lips and into her fuck 
hole, which caused an even deeper groan of passion.
	"Jesus, Willy, I'm so hot," Susan said.  "Ever since we 
made love, I haven't been able to think of anything else.  I 
even... even got myself off a couple of days ago, but it didn't 
help much.  I wanted this..." -- she had her hands on my cock 
again -- "not a substitute.  I wanted you to fuck me again."
	"Well," I breathed in her ear, "you're in luck.  That's 
just what we're going to do."
	 "God, yesssss," she hissed.  "I want it.  I'm dying for 
you.  I keep imagining the way it will feel when you put it in 
me.  Don't wait.  Let's do it now."
	Susan let go of my prick and began to push her shorts down 
over her hips.  I pulled my hand out of her panties and 
unfastened my own pants.  For a moment, I had forgotten that 
Mindy was watching us from the shadows, and I hesitated briefly 
before pushing my jeans and underwear down over my butt.
	Mindful of my audience, now, I knelt on the mattress near 
Susan's shoulder and, pointing her legs at Mindy's hiding place, 
I spread her thighs wide.  For a moment, I let my hand play about 
her middle, rolling a fingertip around and around on her clit, 
slipping a finger between the lips of her pussy, and plunging it 
all the way into Susan's hot, wet cunt.  Then I bent down and 
plunged my head between her thighs.
	"Awwwwwww," she gasped, "oh, honey, that feels so good."   
Susan pushed her head between my thighs, reached up to grasp my 
rampant hard-on, and guided it between her lips.  She lifted her 
head and took most of it into her sucking, clutching mouth.  Her 
lips clamped down tight and slid up and down my cock.  Then she 
let her head fall back on the mattress, allowing my hard-on to 
slide out of her mouth.
	"Come on, Willy, I can't take any more of this.  I want you 
to put it in me."
	That was fine with me.  I lifted my head from between her 
thighs and spun around on the mattress, shifting my knees between 
her legs one at a time.  Susan pushed her knees up so that her 
feet were flat on the bed, holding her knees wide apart to give 
my easy access to her middle.
	"Do you have a rubber?" she asked.
	I don't think it would have stopped her if I had said no, 
but I slid my hand down between the mattress and the wall and 
pulled out the foil packet I had hidden there earlier.  Fumbling 
in my haste, I tore it open and pulled out the rolled circle of 
latex.  I centered it on the head of my cock and worked it down 
the shaft.  Susan ran her hand down it toward the base, smoothing 
out the rubber as I went.  Then she grabbed me with both hands 
and pulled me toward her pussy.
	I moved forward, pushing my pelvis toward Susan's waiting 
gash.  While I watched, she guided the head of my prick between 
the lips, paused briefly to slide it up and down in her slot, 
then pressed down and centered it in the opening of her cunt.
	Despite her tightness that clung to and resisted my 
invading shaft, Susan was so wet that I pressed all the way into 
her pussy in one slow, penetrating slide.  As my cock dived into 
her fuck channel, Susan let go of it and put both her arms around 
my neck.  She was looking down between us, watching my prick 
disappear into her pussy.  When I hit bottom, she let her head 
fall back, eyes closed.
	"Awwwwww, yes," she whispered.  "That's what I wanted.  Oh, 
Willy, you feel so good inside me.  Your cock is so big, baby, 
it's stretching my pussy.  But it feels soooo good.  Fuck me, 
now, honey.  Feed me that cock.  That's it, baby.  Oh, yes, just 
like that."
	I slid my prick slowly in and out of her a few times, 
making sure it was well lubricated, then began to stroke her more 
forcefully, shoving forward to bump against her mound, then 
drawing back almost all the way before pushing my cock into her 
pussy again.  The tight grip of her fuck channel around my shaft, 
clasping my entire length as I slid in and out of her, was 
extremely exciting.  I could feel Susan tighten around me each 
time I drew back, making the narrow tube clutch at me and try to 
keep me from sliding out.  She relaxed her grip as I pushed 
forward again, but her tight, teenage fucktube resisted my entry 
enough to make it erotically thrilling.
	Susan lifted her legs and wrapped them around my back, 
lifting her ass off the mattress slightly so that she could 
rotate her hips freely around and around, helping me slide in and 
out of her pussy by tightening and relaxing her leg muscles.  
Then she pulled me tightly against her, trapping my cock deep up 
inside her, my mound pressed against hers, and rolled her hips 
around and around, grinding me against her clit.
	"Oh, Willy, I'm so hot," Susan panted.  "You feel so good 
inside me.  Ah!  Ah!  Awwwww!   Yes, baby!  You're gonna make me 
come already.  I'm so horny.  Feed it to me!   Rub me.  Yes, like 
that, baby!  Oh, yes!  Oh, yes!  I can feel it.  It's gonna make 
me... it's gonna... oh, shit, baby, I'm CUMMMMMMING!"
	With a squeal, Susan began to jerk and shudder, her hips 
moving convulsively.  She was grunting and moaning and panting 
for breath, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her pussy clamping 
and shuddering around my cock.  Finally, she collapsed against 
the mattress, her legs releasing their hold around me and falling 
to the sides, her arms flopping straight out as if she had been 
crucified.  I had not come, and I stroked slowly in and out of her 
pussy, feeling her little shudders as her orgasm continued to 
flare up and gradually die down.
	"Oooooh, Willy, I really needed that," Susan said when she 
finally regained her breath.  "I wanted you so bad I couldn't 
think straight the past couple of days.  Thanks, baby!"
	"My pleasure," I said with a grin.  Susan raised her 
head and kissed me several times on the cheek.
	"Well," she said, "speaking of your pleasure, I don't think 
you came, did you?"
	"No," I said, "but I had a lot of fun watching you.  And 
we've still got plenty of time."
	"Anything you want, baby," Susan whispered. "I'll do 
anything you want.  Do you want me to suck your cock and make you 
come that way?"
	"Well..." I said, beginning to think I might be able to 
repay Mindy in the same coin.
	"What?" Susan said, pulling her head back so that she could 
look me in the eye.  "I wasn't kidding, Willy.  Don't be shy.  
Tell me what you want.  I want to do it for you."
	"Well," I said, "uh... have you ever done it ...behind?"
	"Of course," Susan said.  "Let me turn over, baby."
	"No..." I said, "I mean... in the back... in your butt?"
	Susan hesitated briefly, then her whole body shuddered.  
"No," she said, "but it sounds sexy as hell.  Have you done it?  
I mean, is it really possible?"
	"Once," I said.  "Yeah, it's possible, but you have to go 
real slow at first.  I gotta tell you, it may hurt some, 
especially the first time.  You're so tight back there.  But it's 
okay after you get used to it."
	"God," said Susan, shuddering again, "that sounds really 
wild.  The thought of that big prick of yours in my butt is 
really sexy.  I didn't think... I mean, I was wishing the other 
day that I was still a... you know, a virgin... so that I could 
give that to you.  I never thought about this, though.  I'm still 
a virgin there.  And I want you to have it."
	"Are you sure?"
	"Come on, Willy, let's do it right now.  I want you to fuck 
me there.  I want to do it with you, baby.  Fuck my virgin ass."
	I raised up on my knees, pulling my hard-on out of Susan's 
pussy.  Her hands slid down her thighs to her snatch and began to 
stroke it.
	"Turn over," I said.  "Let me get behind you."
	While Susan rolled over and clambered up onto her hands and 
knees, I reached behind the mattress again and pulled out a jar 
of cold cream I had bought the previous week.  As I unscrewed the 
top and dipped my fingers into it, I glanced over my shoulder.  
Through the slit in the fabric that was draped over the nearby 
sheets of plywood, I caught a glimpse of an eye.  Mindy had moved 
up close to the slot and was watching us closely.  I couldn't 
help grinning.
	Meanwhile, Susan was turning to look at me.  She saw the 
jar of cold cream in one hand and the gob on the fingers of my 
other.
	"Is that to make it slicker?" she asked.
	"Yeah," I said.  "Hold on while I grease you up."
	Setting down the jar, I used my thumb and fingers to spread 
the cheeks of her ass.  Her brown pucker was revealed, nestled at 
the bottom of a short tunnel.  I slid my fingers between the 
cheeks and transferred the cold cream onto her anus.
	"Ooooh," Susan squealed, "that's cold."  She wagged her 
hips back and forth playfully, letting me know it wasn't really a 
complaint.  Gently, I ran my middle finger up and down in the 
crack of her ass, letting her get used to being touched in that 
private part.  Then I centered my middle finger on the tight rose 
and pressed inward.  I could feel her tighten to resist the 
pressure.
	"Relax, baby," I said.  "The whole idea is to relax as much 
as possible.  You've got to let me in."
	Susan lowered her head to the mattress, making her butt 
stick up high.  She closed her eyes.  I pressed my finger against 
her asshole again, and this time I was able to slide it in.  
There was resistance from her virgin butthole, but I could tell 
that she was not resisting.
	Keeping my finger in her butt up to the first knuckle, I 
began to roll my finger around, pressing against the tightly 
clenched muscle, stretching it and helping her relax.  When she 
seemed comfortable with this, I pushed my finger to the second 
knuckle and repeated the process.
	"Wow," said Susan, her eyes still closed.  "That feels 
really strange.  I've never had anything in there before."
	"Does it feel good?" I asked.
	"Well... yes, I guess it does," Susan said.  "I mean, it's 
not like my pussy.  It's... it's sexy, though.  Put your finger 
in farther.  I want to feel what it's like."
	I pushed my finger all the way into her butt and began to 
work it around.  Then I slid my thumb into her pussy.  It slipped 
right in.  I pressed my finger and thumb together and rubbed the 
thin wall of flesh that separated her two passages.
	"Ummmmm," Susan groaned.  "Oh, yeah, baby.  That feels 
good.  I didn't think it would, but it does."  I felt her hand 
come up and brush mine.  She was rubbing her pussy from the 
front.
	I slid my fingers out of her ass and cunt and, picking up 
the cold cream jar, got another gob which I applied to her little 
brown hole.  I positioned myself so that Mindy would have a clear 
view of what I was doing.  Holding my first and middle fingers 
close together, I slowly pressed them into her anal passage, 
turning them from side to side.
	"Ow, careful," Susan said.  "That's really tight, baby."
	I held my fingers just inside the opening, working them 
back and forth and around and around.  Susan let out a sigh and 
relaxed.  I pressed forward gently but insistently, wedging my 
fingers into her opening.  Gradually, they penetrated her asshole 
and slid up her rectum.  My thumb was once again in her pussy, 
sliding in that tight channel, although it seemed looser in 
contrast.
	"Awwwww, god!" Susan moaned.  "I don't believe it!  That 
feels so goddamn sexy, Willy.  Ooooh, yes!  Your fingers feel so 
good up in there.  I never thought it would."
	"Wait until you feel my prick in there," I said.
	"Ooooh, yes, do it," Susan said.  "Go ahead, baby.  Put it 
in me!"
	I pulled my fingers out her slowly and scooped up some more 
cold cream to lather my cock, which was projecting straight out 
from my belly like a rubber-sheathed steel rod.  I wrapped my 
hand around my prick and jacked it up and down a few times, 
coating the condom with the cream.  Susan, meanwhile, had raised 
up onto her hands and knees.  She was looking  back over her 
shoulder at me and waggling her hips.
	"Go ahead, baby, sink it in me," she said.  "I want it.  I 
want you to be the first to put a cock in my ass.  I know it's 
going to hurt, but I want it anyway.  Come on, honey.  Fuck me in 
the ass."
	"I'll go slow," I told Susan.  "I don't want it to hurt 
you.  Let me know if it gets too much.  I'll stop and let you get 
used to it.  We just have to go slow.  And then you'll see.  I 
know you'll like it."
	"I like it already," Susan said.  "Your fingers felt so 
good in my butt, I couldn't believe it.  Can I...?  Can I come 
this way?"
	"Sure," I said.  "Sure you can come.  Just like the other 
way."
	"Oh, not like the other way," Susan said.  "Maybe better, 
maybe not, but not like the other way.  Nothing feels like having 
your cock in my pussy, baby.  That's the best."
	I wasn't going to argue.  I was going to stick my cock up 
Susan's ass whether it felt better or worse.  We had gone to far 
to go back now.  And Susan wanted me to do it, regardless of what 
felt better.
	"Do it now," she said.  "Come on.  Put your cock in there.  
I want it.  I want to know what it feels like.  Fuck me in the 
ass, honey.  Fuck my ass with your big, thick cock."
	My big, thick cock was well coated with cold cream and 
ready for action.  I inched forward on my knees, nudging forward 
with the head of my prick.  The head and shaft slid sensuously 
between the cheeks of her ass.  I put both my hands on her butt 
with my thumbs stretching into the crack of Susan's ass and 
pulled the cheeks apart.  Using my hips to guide it, I moved the 
head of my prick around until it rested on her butthole, which 
was surrounded by white cream and leaking more out of the tight 
little crinkle.
	Letting go with one hand, I wrapped around it around my 
cock and pressed forward.  The nipple tip of the rubber bent 
under and the head of my cock began to move inward against the 
tight ring of her butthole.
	"Oh!  Oh!" Susan cried.  "Easy, baby!  My God!  It's so 
big!"
	"Just relax, Susan," I panted, sliding my other arm around 
her waist.  "Push out!  Relax.  This is the hardest part."
	Stiffening my cock with one hand, I pushed forward with my 
hips while pulling back on her waist.  Susan threw her head back 
and groaned "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," as the large head of my dick 
pushed open her tight anal passage and popped through it to the 
other side.
  	"Auggggh!" Susan cried.  "Oh, Jesus, baby!  
Stop!  It's too big!"
	I froze, and my arm held Susan to me so that she couldn't 
pull away.  "Jeeeeeezzzzz!" she hissed.  "Oh what a motherfucking 
wad that is!  Is that your cock or your fist?"
	Susan slowly lowered her head to the mattress, her rump 
held high by my arm.  I put a hand down on the bed, my body 
hunched over her back.  We stayed in the position for a long 
time.  I wasn't getting any deeper into her, but the head of my 
cock was in her back tunnel.  I waited.
	After a while, Susan heaved a sigh.  I could feel her 
relax.
	"Damn," she said.  "That hurt like hell.  Shit, losing my 
cherry was nothing compared to that."  She took several quick 
breaths.  "Is it all the way in?"
	I laughed.  "No, baby.  Just the head is in.  There's a lot 
more to go."
	"You're kidding!" Susan said.  "Just the head?  Oh, 
Christ!"
	"Just relax, baby," I told her.  "The rest is a lot easier.  
The head was the worst part because it's the biggest around.  
You'll see."
	I shifted position, rising up on my knees and putting both 
my hands on her butt again.  I spread her asscheeks apart and 
looked at where my cock was joined to her body.  The tight ring 
of her asshole was clenched around the shaft of my prick just 
below the head.  It was stretched wide and thinned to a light, 
rosy-tan color.
	"I'm gonna put more of it in, now," I warned Susan.  "I'll 
go real slow.  But you stop me if it gets to be too much."
	Very, very slowly, I began to press my cock deeper into her 
anal channel.  The tight ring almost disappeared first, then a 
little bit of my prick disappeared into Susan's butt.  When I had 
gone maybe half an inch, I relaxed the inward pressure and drew 
back slightly, then slowly pressed forward again.
	"Awwwwwww," Susan moaned as I slid deeper and deeper.  "Ah, 
baby, that feels so strange!  Ooooh, slow!"  Her breath hissed in 
between her teeth.  "Oooooh, Christ almighty!  Easy, baby."
	But I had my cock buried half way in her ass and I was not 
going to stop no matter what.  Slowly but surely, I pressed 
deeper and deeper up Susan's butt.  She groaned and moved forward 
to relieve the pressure, but I followed her and kept it up.  My 
prick slid deeper.
	"It's so goddamn big!" she cried.  "I can feel it all the 
way up inside me.  Oh, baby, don't stop.  Come on.  Give me 
more."
	I watched as my cock slowly disappeared up Susan's butt.  
The feeling was incredible.  Her tight asshole was like a metal 
ring that was just barely big enough for me to squeeze through.  
Behind it was a narrow, smooth tube of flesh that was wrapped 
tightly around my cock.  It felt like she had a hand up inside 
her that was clenching my intruding dick.
	It was almost all the way up her ass.  I grabbed Susan's 
hips and pulled her back onto my cock, spreading the cheeks of 
her ass as I buried it into her to the hilt.
	"Auggggh!" Susan cried, "Oh, hold it a minute.  It's so 
deep!  God, what a pole!  It's in me all the way, isn't it?  You 
got it, didn't you, baby?  You got my ass cherry!  Ohhhhhh, jeez!  
That's incredible!  I never felt anything like it."
	Holding her against me by her waist, I rotated my hips, 
feeling my cock roll around inside Susan's rectum.  She groaned 
but made no effort to pull away.  I worked my prick back and 
forth in her channel, moving just a little in and out.  Each time 
I pushed in, Susan grunted.
	"Do you like that, Susan?" I asked.  "Do you like the feel 
of my cock in your ass?"
	"Yesssss," she breathed.  "Oh, god, yes!  It's sooo sexy, 
baby.  I can feel you so deep inside me."
	She pushed up on her hands and knees again, her head 
hanging down.  Experimentally, she inched forward, then forced 
her butt back onto my prick.  She rolled her hips in a circle, 
then repeated her in-and-out move.
	"Yessss," she hissed, "yesssss!  It feels good.  It doesn't 
hurt any more, baby.  It feels good!  God, it's so sexy!"
	Leaning on one hand, she reached back between her legs and 
cupped my balls, then moved her hand forward and stroked her own 
pussy.
	"You can fuck me now," she said.  "It doesn't hurt any 
more.  Oh, no.  It doesn't hurt at all.  It feels wonderful!  
Fuck me, Willy.  Give it to me!  Fuck my ass, baby!  I like it!  
Oh, yes, like that.  Slow and steady, honey.  Fuck me in the 
ass."
	Lowering her head to the mattress again, Susan reached back 
with her other hand.  Again, she cupped my balls briefly, then 
moved the hand to her snatch.  I couldn't see what she was doing, 
but I could tell that she was working on her own pussy.
	I began to push in and out of her ass with more authority, 
sliding almost all the way back and then pushing my cock back up 
her butt.  Her tight back channel clung to my prick.  The anal 
ring stretched outward when I pulled back, then almost 
disappeared inside her as I shoved forward to bury my dick in her 
ass again.
	"Oh, god, Willy, harder!  Fuck me harder, baby!  Yes!  
That's it.  Shove your cock up my ass.  Awwwwwww!  Yes, baby, 
yes!  Give it to me, honey.  Yes, like that!  Fuck my ass!"
	I was driving my cock up her butt, now, slamming my hips 
forward and then raking them back.  My prick sawed in and out of 
her ass, sliding back and forth through her tight anal ring, 
plunging and retreating in her ass channel.
	"Let your legs down," I told her.  "Slide down."  Susan 
slowly let her knees slide backward, her hands still beneath her 
busily manipulating her pussy and clit.  I laid flat on her back 
and then, arms around her hips, rolled over onto my back with 
Susan on top of me.  Her own weight, now, forced her ass down and 
onto my prick.  Susan bent her knees, her hands still fondling 
her middle, and began to lift her hips and relax, raising her 
butt up and down, fucking herself in the ass on my stiff 
cockshaft.
	"Oh, god," she cried, shuddering.  "I think I'm going to 
come again.  Are you ready to come, baby?"
	"Yesss," I hissed beneath her.
	"Do you like fucking my ass, Willy?" she cried.  "Do you 
like the way I fuck you with my ass?"  She bounced up and down to 
illustrate.  "Does that feel good, baby?  Come on.  Come with me.  
I want to feel your cum shoot in my ass!"
	That wasn't going to be a problem.  The feel of Susan's 
tight ass channel sliding up and down my cock, the feel of her 
soft, firm ass cheeks pressing against me as she rolled her hips 
around, making my prick circle and slide inside her butt was 
rapidly pushing me toward the edge that I had so far avoided.  
Now, I didn't care.  I was going to come in her ass.
	"Yes," I hissed, "I'm going to come in your ass, baby.  I'm 
getting very close, now.  I can feel it coming."
	"Oh, god, Willy, me too!  You're going to make me come 
again.  It feels so go in there.  Feed it to me!  Give me your 
cock!  I want it!"  
	She began to bounce up and down harder, lifting her hips up 
high and then dropping her weight onto me, jamming my cock up 
her ass, faster and faster.  "I want it!  I want it!  Ah... 
hhh... FUCK!"
	I knew Susan was cumming, and I was cumming, too.  The jism 
shot out of my balls and spurted up the shaft of my prick into 
her ass, where it was trapped by the rubber than still sheathed 
my spasming cock flesh.
	"Arrrrrrgh!" I shouted, jamming my prick up into her ass as 
far as possible.  "Jesus, YES, baby!  Ahhhh!  Ahhhh!"  Susan fell 
off to one side, unable to keep her balance on top of me.  She 
folded at the middle, pushing her butt back to keep me trapped 
deeply inside it.  Her hands continued to whip up and down at her 
pussy, and her body twitched and jerked as spasm after spasm shot 
through her.  I clung to her waist, pulling her ass back against 
my groin.
	Finally, we both collapsed limply.  I roused myself enough 
to snuggle my chest against Susan's back and cup her tits in my 
hand.  She rubbed her back against me briefly, but then fell limp 
again and lay there for long moments, panting to get her breath 
and slowly calming down.
	After a while, she twisted her shoulders and looked back at 
me out of the corner of her eye, an exhausted smile on her face.
	"Willy, that was the best ever!" she said faintly.  "Two 
cums in one day, and that last one was a killer!"
	"You liked it, huh?" I said, nuzzling her neck.
	"God, yes, honey.  I never felt anything like that before.  
Was it good for you?  Did you like fucking my virgin asshole?"
	"There are no words to describe it," I said.  "You're so 
hot, baby.  You're the best!"
	Slowly, my hard-on withered until it could no longer stay 
in Susan's tight back channel.  She tried to squeeze me and hold 
me in but only succeeded in spitting my cock out, which made us 
both laugh.
	I was suddenly conscious of our spectator again.  I was 
looking across Susan's body right at her hiding place, but Mindy 
must have moved back away from the gap in the drape, because I 
could see no sign of her.  I lay there a while behind Susan, 
massaging her breasts with my hands, giving Mindy a final show.
	After a while, I pretended to collect myself, raising up on 
one elbow and looking at my watch.
	"Jesus, Susan!" I said.  "It's almost four o'clock.  Mindy 
will be home soon.  We'd better get dressed."
	Reluctantly, we sat up and began to pull on our clothes.  I 
stripped off the rubber first and padded across the garage to 
stuff it down into a trash can under some other things.  Still, I 
had fewer things to put on than Susan, and we finished dressing 
at about the same time.
	With Susan's help, I quickly straightened the covers on the 
mattress.  I made a last check around the room, picking up the 
jar of cold cream and the rubber's shredded foil container.  I 
added the latter to the bottom of the trash can on the way out.
	As I went out the side door of the garage, Susan in front 
of me, I looked back toward Mindy's hiding place.  I had to 
stifle a laugh.  Her hand was sticking through the slit, her 
thumb and finger joined in an emphatic OK sign.


11 - Mindy's Story

	I was 14 the first time I let a boy go all the way with me.  
It was Eddie Vance who did the dirty deed.  Bless his little 
hard-on.  God, we were so innocent.
	Like any schoolgirl these days, I already knew the gory 
details of sex in theory at least.  Health education and 
scuttlebutt had seen to that.  I even knew about blowjobs and 
getting licked, sort of, although we girls all agreed that it was 
maximally yukky.
	I'd discovered my love bump more than a year before, thanks 
to some hints from friends.  Actually, I'd discovered it on my 
own while taking a bath, but my original reaction was alarm - I 
thought something was wrong.  Once I realized it was natural for 
that part of me to get all tingly, I would play with it at night, 
usually by pressing a pillow between my legs and rubbing up 
against it.
	When Eddie and I first started hanging around together, I 
never thought it would go so far.  I was still determined to hang 
onto my cherry for the forseeable future. My daydream was to save 
it for my senior prom.  I thought that would make a good 
graduation present for me, a marking of the transition from 
schoolgirl to adult.  I saw no reason to be in any big hurry.
	But Eddie was real cute and, as our relationship developed, 
my attitude gradually changed.  At first, I wouldn't let him 
touch me.  Well, I mean I wouldn't let him put his hands on me.  
There was plenty of indirect touching, of course.
	My tits pressed against him every time we hugged and 
kissed. I was pretty shy about it, at first.  When my titties had 
begun to sprout almost two years before, I was very self-
conscious about them.  Even when I hugged my Dad, I would bend at 
the waist and lean forward in an awkward effort to keep from 
touching him with my chest.  And I avoided wearing anything tight 
or revealing.
	But, as time passed, I grew used to having tits.  There was 
no use trying to hide them after the first year or so, because 
they grew to a size that made them obvious under even loose tops.  
While less than humongous, they certainly jutted out from my 
chest far enough to make the boys take notice.  I could see their 
eyes -- almost feel their eyes -- as they ran them over my body.  
When they talked to me, their eyes would keep drifting down to 
look at my boobies.  And points south.
	After a while, I got more used to it, though, and grew 
proud of my figure, especially my tits.  I started wearing 
tighter tops -- sweaters, halters, tubetops.  I bought my first 
bikini just after I turned 14 and spent hours in my room looking 
at myself in the mirror.
	So when Eddie and I started kissing and fooling around, I 
was a little hesitant at first but soon grew accustomed to 
pressing my chest against him.  In fact, I quickly got to like 
it.  And so did he.
	The first time he touched one of my tits with his hand was 
at the movies, of course.  Practically every boy, I think, must 
try the same move.  He had put his arm across the back of my seat 
and, as the movie progressed, he moved it down around my 
shoulders. After a while, he slid his arm around my neck and his 
hand down (oh so casually) just next to my breast.  I could feel 
the warmth of it, almost touching.  I half-expected a spark of 
electricity to jump between them, from finger to nipple.
	Then (oh so casually), Eddie turned to kiss me, pulling me 
toward him with his arm, which just happened to make his hand 
brush the outside of my tit.  As quickly as I felt the pressure 
it was gone, and there was nothing to object to, really.  But as 
he continued to squeeze me to him, his hand drifted back and 
pressed more firmly at the side of my tit, and this time it 
stayed there until I shrugged away. I broke away from Eddie's 
kiss, reached across my chest, took his hand, and placed it 
firmly on my shoulder.
	"Sorry," he said.
	Eddie hugged me to him again, keeping his hand on my 
shoulder, and resumed kissing me.  But it was like he couldn't 
get the feel of that brief touch out of his mind. Several more 
times during the movie, he managed to brush his hand against the 
side of my titty.  Most times it was so brief that I would have 
felt silly making a point of it.  But a couple of times I had to 
grab his hand and put it elsewhere.  Each time, I slapped it down 
onto my shoulder with a little more emphasis.
	I knew he was getting the point, but I wasn't sure how much 
I really wanted him to.  Well, I was pretty sure I didn't wanting 
him fondling me in the theater where somebody might see.  But, 
secretly, those brief touches of his hand were probably as 
exciting to me as they were to Eddie.  Each one sent a jolt of 
electricity through me like nothing I had ever felt before.
	After several more dates, I suspect both of us were 
spending more time thinking about his hand touching my tit than 
on anything going on around us.  I know I was.  It was like a 
game.  I kept moving his hand away each time he found some way to 
make contact.  Depending on where we were, I would emphatically 
move his hand away or let it linger just a little longer.  When 
we had found some corner to snuggle in, I might let Eddie stroke 
along the side or under my breast before I shrugged away with a 
"No..." that both of us knew was half-hearted. The truth is that 
I was beginning to want him to touch me but still thought I 
shouldn't let him.
	Then, one day at his house after school, I let him get away 
with it.
	We were down in the basement rec room at his house, making 
out.  His mom was upstairs in the kitchen making dinner; we were 
"watching TV."  In fact, we were on the sofa, kissing and 
hugging.  Eddie was French-kissing me, running his tongue into my 
mouth, and I was not just letting him, I was opening wide and 
licking him back.
	Then he ran his lips down my neck and nibbled at the base 
of it.  He'd done that before, and I really liked it.  At the 
same time, Eddie moved his hand up along my ribs and pushed it 
under my arm and around my back.  He wound up with his biceps 
pressing against my breast.  I started to shrug away and then I 
thought "Oh what the hell..." and let it stay there.
	After a while, Eddie slid his arm back out little by little 
until his hand was on my side just under my armpit.  Then, he 
shifted his body and his hand, as if by accident, came to rest 
tentatively against the side of my tit.  
	I know he expected me to pull away -- he was just getting a 
quick feel.  Instead, I took a deep breath, making my chest 
swell, and turned my body slightly.  My titty pressed into his 
palm.
	Poor Eddie.  I don't think he knew what to do.  Here he'd 
been trying all this time to get a good feel, and now that he had 
it, he was stunned into immobility.  He just sort of froze there, 
cupping my titty.  He even forgot to keep kissing me.
	So I kissed him, and pretty soon we were back to deep 
kisses and passionate sighs - everything as before except that 
his hand was kneading my titty like there was no tomorrow.  He 
was really clumsy about it, but I didn't know any better and it 
seemed like heaven to me.
	We didn't get much farther than that.  Before long, his mom 
called down the stairway to say it was almost dinner time, which 
was my cue to head home.  Eddie walked me to my house, only a few 
blocks away, and neither of us brought up the subject.  I know I 
was too embarrassed and I'm sure Eddie was, too.
	But, as they say, once you've crossed the line, there's no 
way to go back and not cross it.  From then on, it was implicit 
in our snuggle sessions that Eddie would be allowed to fondle my 
front.  And, after that, it was just a matter of time.
	One thing led to another.  I insisted that he keep his 
hands above my waist, but I let him slip his hand inside my 
blouse or under my sweater and play with my titties through my 
bra.  Most of the time we were in his family rec room, so I felt 
pretty safe.  Then, one day when his mom left to run an errand, I 
let him unhook my bra and put his hot little hand on bare flesh.  
Once that threshold was crossed, it was easy to cross it again 
and again.  
	Truth is, I loved the feel of his hands on me.  I swore I 
was going to put a stop to it, but only when we weren't together.  
Whenever there was a real opportunity to snuggle, I was only a 
little less eager than Eddie.  Maybe it was because it was 
forbidden, maybe it was just raging hormones, but the touch of 
Eddie's lips was enough to overturn any reservations I might 
have, and the touch of his hand was so thrilling that I got 
wobbly just thinking about it.
	I was able to keep his hand away from my pussy as long as 
Eddie's feeble attempts began with putting it on my leg.  That 
was easy because it wasn't thrilling enough to break down my 
resistance.  But our sessions gradually changed from sitting 
upright to stretching out on the sofa, and Eddie's leg somehow 
always managed to work its way between mine - casually at first 
and then higher and higher until it came so close to my crotch 
that I had to squeeze my legs together to stop him.  Until 
finally I didn't stop him, letting him move it up until the top 
of his thigh was rubbing right up against my pussy.  It wasn't 
long before I was rubbing back.
	Well, at that point it didn't make much sense for very long 
to try to make Eddie keep his hands above my waist.  I remember 
the first time he actually touched me there.  He was sneaky.  He 
made the usual grab at my leg and, when I made my usual grab for 
his wrist, he quickly slid his hand right up my leg to my pussy, 
dragged his finger across my crotch, and had his hand back on my 
waist before I could stop him.
	Oh, I smacked his hand good for that little trick, and 
cussed him, too.  It was several angry minutes and many repeated 
apologies before I calmed down enough to let him put his arms 
around me again.  But the whole time I was chewing on him, 
another part of my mind was going "Wow!" and my nubile young 
teenie-bopper body was going "More!  More!"  Because that brief, 
sliding touch of his fingers was more exciting than all the boob-
grabbing sessions that had gone before.
	It became a game, after that.  Eddie was always finding a 
new way to fake me out - feinting with his hand and then going 
for the gold.  I might block him a time or two, but sooner or 
later he'd always manage to touch me right there.  I kept playing 
the game long after I was secretly rooting for him to succeed.
	Finally, I gave up pretending.  Eddie was darting his hand 
around without much success one afternoon.  I caught him by the 
wrist and then, instead of hanging on to it or slapping it down 
somewhere, I just held him for a moment until he looked at me and 
then guided his hand right to my mound.  I rocked it up and down 
a couple of times to show him what I wanted, bumped my pussy up 
against his fingers, then pulled his face to mine and kissed him.  
He got the idea.
	Well, that held us for a couple of weeks, I guess, but 
before long Eddie wanted to get his hand inside my pants, and 
another lengthy contest of wills began.  As always, I won all the 
battles except the last one.  
	It was one of those rare occasions when I was actually 
wearing a dress instead of my usual jeans or shorts.  We were at 
my house that time, so maybe I felt more confident on my own 
territory.  Anyway, Mom was gone somewhere and Willy was 
upstairs.  Eddie was content for a while to touch me outside my 
dress, but I wouldn't let him open the front because Willy might 
come down suddenly.  I let him fondle my titties and then my 
pussy.  We stretched out on our sofa, hugging and kissing, and 
Eddie's leg worked up between mine, hiking my dress up high in 
the process.  Then he reached down, like he always did, and 
suddenly I realized that his fingers were under my dress and 
touching my panties.
	And I just gave up.  What the hell.  I liked it.  That thin 
layer of cotton was still technically outside my clothes but it 
felt a lot better than it ever had before.  I just lay there, 
limp on the outside but quivering and straining on the inside.  I 
wanted to shout "Go ahead, touch it!"  But all I did was whimper.
	Eddie must have read my mind.  He petted my pussy through 
my panties long enough to be sure I wasn't going to stop him and 
long enough to detect the heat and dampness there.  Then, 
tentatively, he slipped a finger just under the elastic of the 
leg hole.  When I didn't protest, he pushed it farther inside.
	If I close my eyes, I can still remember the feel of it.  
Eddie wormed his finger around and pushed across the sparse hair.  
The tip of his finger found my pussy lips and slid back and forth 
across them.  Then it burrowed between them, tweaked my clit - 
entirely by accident, I'm sure - and slid down to the entrance to 
my hole.  Ooo-wee!  A moment like that comes only a few times in 
a person's life.
	Eddie pushed his finger back and forth in my slot a few 
times, got it centered on the entrance, and pressed inside.  I'm 
sure I gasped with surprise and pleasure.  Sometime around there, 
everything changed for me.  I couldn't have put it in words then, 
but the approximate content was "Why the fuck have I been trying 
NOT to do this?"
	Up until then, see, I'd been basically a good girl.  Oh, 
sure, I was playing around a little, but within pretty clear 
boundaries.  But I think at that moment I decided that all adults 
were either liars or fools - or both - and that not only was sex 
not BAD, but it was by far the best thing to come into my young 
life since I discovered sugar.
	Adults, I suspected, weren't trying to keep me away from 
sex to protect me but to keep it to themselves.  It was another 
in a long list of pleasures they had tried to deny me, and it was 
by far the best of all.  In that electric moment, when Eddie's 
finger slipped inside the lips of my pussy, I changed from model 
child to rebel.  From now on, I would decide for myself.
	Eddie seemed to know about hymens, at least by rumor, 
because his probing was tentative and his penetration shallow.  
He fished around inside me cautiously, but that didn't make it 
any less delightful.  The universe seemed to shift from my head 
to my middle, my breath grew ragged, and my muscles went limp.  
All I cared about was that finger wriggling among the slippery 
folds of my cunny.
	Who knows how long it went on and how long and far it might 
have gone.  Suddenly, we heard footsteps upstairs -- Willy was 
walking through the kitchen, which was where the door to the 
basement was.  Eddie and I pulled apart, sat up and pushed my 
dress down.  He jumped to his feet and slipped across the room to 
the other side of the Ping-Pong table.  By the time Willy came 
trotting down the stairs, he was urging me to play a game.  We 
were so innocent, my brother never suspected.
	
	"Come on, Mindy," Eddie wheedled.  "Let me try it.  I swear 
I won't try to go any farther."
	"Nope," I said.  "I don't want to.  And I don't believe 
you, anyway."
	What he wanted was to lay between my legs and rub his naked 
penis against my naked pussy.  Eddie had begun lobbying for this 
several sessions before.  It would be just like making love, he 
said, except that he wouldn't actually put it in me. The thought 
was terrifically exciting, but I didn't let Eddie know.  I wasn't 
ready for that.
	"Okay, then," he countered, "then suck on it for me.  You 
said you would."
	"I said I might sometime," I shot back.  "I didn't say I 
would."  Actually, in a rash moment, I had agreed to do it, but I 
wasn't going to admit it now.
	"Aw, just for a minute," Eddie pleaded.
	"Yuk!  No way!"
	"Well, dammit, we've got to do something.  I can't take 
much more of this."
	Eddie had started complaining about what he called the 
'blue balls' several weeks before, hinting that it would have 
dire consequences for his sexual future if something wasn't done.  
He claimed that all the stimulation, without relief, was hurting 
him.  He groaned and complained about it every time we were 
together, and even threatened to stop if I didn't find some way 
to relieve the overload.
	I suppose it was partly my fault.  It had seemed only 
natural, with his hand probing my pussy, to fondle him back.  
Before long, I started unzipping his pants and putting my hand 
inside.  Once, to my astonishment, he'd shot off in his pants, 
creating a soggy mess.  That's what boys do, Eddie had reassured 
me.  But in this case, he'd had to run home and change clothes 
before anyone could see what had so obviously happened.  It had 
been pretty embarrassing.
	That had prompted a seemingly endless number of requests 
for something else, something more, all of which involved putting 
Eddie's poker into me some place - my pussy, my mouth, even my 
butt.  My compromise was to pull it out of his pants and put it 
in my hand.  But Eddie wasn't satisfied with that, especially 
since I wouldn't jack him off until he shot.  Most of the time.  
There wasn't much to attract me to it, after all, even if Eddie 
seemed to like it.
	"Come on, Mindy," Eddie repeated.  "Just for a little bit.  
I promise I'll stop when you say."
	All of this negotiation was carried out with Eddie's finger 
buried inside me and my hand wrapped around his hard-on.  I 
realize now that his boner wasn't very big, scarcely my hand's 
width, but it seemed big enough at the time.  In fact, it wasn't 
that much bigger than his finger, which he could now work all the 
way up inside my slick little pussy.  Which was making me feel 
very horny.
	"Well..." I said.  "Promise?"
	"Oh god yes, I promise!"
	"You'll stop if I say to.  No argument?"
	"I promise."
	"Well..."
	I never actually said yes, but Eddie got the idea.  My 
shorts and panties were already down below my knees, so it was 
easy to roll between my legs and on top of me.
	"Ow," I said, as his zipper rasped across my tender pussy 
lips.
	"Just a second," Eddie said, pushing up onto his knees and 
shoving his pants down.  I stared in wonder at his rampant boner, 
which was sticking straight out from his belly.  Then he let  
himself down onto me again, using one hand to carefully hold his 
hard-on up against his stomach as he wriggled down to press it 
against my slot.
	"Ooooh," I said.
	"Does that feel good?" Eddie asked, hopefully.
	"Yesss," I admitted.  It felt strange to have his length 
pressed into the folds of my pussy, but it also felt right. His 
nakedness was touching my nakedness.
	"Me, too.  God, Mindy, it feels great."
	Awkwardly at first but then with increasing confidence, 
Eddie began to rock back and forth, sliding his cock through my 
slot.  The upstrokes were particularly delicious, since they 
caused his boner to press and rub against my love bump.  I 
wrapped my arms around Eddie's neck and squeezed  him to me.  We 
traded kisses while he continued to work back and forth.
	I found I was getting more excited than ever.  This was 
almost like fucking, I told myself, reveling in the feelings that 
our imitation version was stirring up in me.  My breath, partly 
because of the stimulation and partly from Eddie's weight on my 
chest, was getting shallow and fluttery, and little tingling 
sensations were shooting out from my center and running up and 
down my backbone.
	Then Eddie, who was starting to jerk and twitch himself, 
pulled back farther than usual and, when he pushed forward, the 
end of his prick seemed to catch on the edge of my hole and take 
a sharp turn south.  It slid into me about an inch.  Both of us 
froze.
	"Ooooh," I whined.  "Noooo."
	"Oh, god, Mindy," Eddie panted.  "Please.  Let me put it in 
just a little more."
	"Noooo," I said, pushing feebly at his shoulders but making 
no serious move to get away from him.  So Eddie gave a little 
push and went in deeper.
	The sensation of Eddie's cock spreading me, opening my 
tight little pussy, pushing into a place no one and nothing but 
his finger had ever been is another of those special things that 
can't be explained in words, only remembered.  I knew we 
shouldn't.  My mind protested, but my body wanted it.  My 
suddenly hungry pussy wanted it.  My pounding heart wanted it.  I 
wanted it.  It was time.
	Eddie knew it.  He knew that my protests weren't serious.  
I doubt that he cared much at the moment.  He had his prick, as 
virgin as my pussy, notched in my channel, and he was as overcome 
by the moment as I was.  Instinctively, he drew back slightly, 
and pushed forward again.  His cock sank into me farther.
	Every facet of my consciousness was focused on the point of 
our joining.  It was as if a spotlight was shining on it, and 
everything else around was gray shadows.  His round peg was 
destined for my round hole.  He pushed again, and I felt him 
nudge up against something inside me.  At first I thought he had 
hit bottom, and I had this momentary fear I might be so shallow 
that he could not fit inside me.
	I don't think Eddie knew or, if he did, cared.  I'm sure he 
was thinking of nothing but getting in and sensing nothing but a 
resistance only slightly greater than what he was already feeling 
from my tight hole.  I'd like to tell you that he took my 
virginity carefully and considerately, but what he really did was 
pull back again and shove forward.  I'm sure he broke my cherry 
then, because I felt a pain inside me there. But Eddie didn't 
pause.  He pulled back again, pushed deeper, pulled back again, 
and sank his cock all the way into me.
	When his mound pressed against mine, I felt an overwhelming 
joy.  I knew in that instant that I had become a woman.  I moaned 
in delight and trembled with a sudden rush of feelings I'd never 
before experienced.
	"Ohhhh, Eddie," I gasped.  "Oh, baby.  Oh, yes."
	"Jesus, Mindy,"  he panted.  "That feels so good.  I can't 
believe it!"
	We lay there for several moments, pressed together. I 
rolled my hips around his invading cock, wanting it all, wanting 
it as deep inside me as possible.  Eddie pushed forward and held 
himself there, jutting his prick forward, pressing it down into 
me.  He was trembling, too.
	Then, slowly, very slowly, Eddie pulled backward, drawing 
his cock out of me until only the end was still inside.  For the 
first time, I felt that desperation, that sense of loss that 
accompanies withdrawal, and then, as he slowly sank it back into 
me, exultation, joy and fulfillment.  He pulled back and pushed 
inside me again, and my heart overflowed with love and passion.  
He was fucking me.
	Poor Eddie.  Neither of us got to enjoy it for long.  Less 
than half a dozen strokes later, he cried out, jerked himself 
rapidly in and out of me a couple of times, and squirted his cum 
into my pussy.  I remember noticing that the sudden slickness 
inside me eased the slight twinge of pain I had been feeling 
every time his prick rubbed past my torn cherry.  Coated in cum, 
his cock slid easily in my tube.
	And suddenly we came back to our senses.  There we were, 
body to body, his weenie actually inside my cunny, his juice 
dripping out from the bottom of it.  I think we were both 
terribly embarrassed.  When the moment has passed, it was like 
being caught with your pants down in public, even if the public 
consisted of one other person.
	We pulled apart.  I was even more embarrassed when my pussy 
made a little farting sound, and then I felt a trickle of liquid 
running down the cheek of my fanny.  Pushing Eddie aside, I 
jumped to my feet and, hand cupped under my dripping cunny, 
hobbled to the bathroom, dragging my shorts and panties around 
one ankle.
	In the bathroom behind the closed door, I wiped myself dry.  
Eddie's goo kept leaking out little by little, tinged with red 
from my busted cherry.  I remember noticing the peculiar odor of 
cum.  I wadded up a handful of toilet paper and put it in my 
panties like an emergency pad as I dressed myself.  I was 
terrified that it would leak out and stain my white cotton 
panties or, even worse, my shorts.
	When I finally got up the courage to come back out, Eddie 
had put himself back together, too.  By then, I was pretty mad at 
him, blaming him for going all the way, even if it hadn't been 
entirely against my wishes.  I felt guilty about having wanted it 
myself, of course, which only made me be harder on him.
	After lots of whispered accusations on my part and 
whispered apologies on his, Eddie finally got me settled down 
enough to accept a hug.  We sat back down beside each other on 
the sofa.  At first, I'd only let him put his arm around my 
shoulders.  After a while, I let him kiss me, and then it was 
okay.
	It was getting late, past time for him to be heading home.  
We kissed and made up, but I made Eddie promise that we would 
never, ever do it again.  Not any time soon, anyway.  Not unless 
we stayed together for a long time, which of course we would.  
And no, it wasn't so awful that we had done it just this once, 
but it would be terribly wrong if we kept on doing it, so we just 
had to stop, now.  We had to stop it all, except maybe hugging 
and kissing, because it might lead to doing it again.  We had to 
be good.  We swore to be good.  We were both full of shit.
	Well, we tried.  It was nearly a month before we did it 
again.
	Who knows what might have happened if we'd stayed together 
longer.  As it turned out, Eddie's father had already gotten a 
transfer at work and was waiting for summer before moving his 
family to Indianapolis, which was more than an hour away.
	When we found out, I thought we would die from the pain.  
It was awful, horrible. I cried and cried.  It was less than a 
month from the time I first heard of it until Eddie was gone 
forever.  It broke my heart for the first time.  It's been broken 
since but, no matter how bad it hurt, it never hurt as bad as 
that first one.
	So I slid tearfully into that summer I was 14, no longer a 
virgin but without a boyfriend.  A month later, things had 
changed dramatically.  Maybe doing it with Eddie had broken 
through my resistance, maybe it was knowing something most of my 
friends didn't know yet, maybe it was suddenly having no 
boyfriend, or maybe I was always destined to be a bit of a slut.  
Maybe it was a combination of all those things.
	Whatever the reason, that summer I began to run wild.  
Between the Fourth of July and the start of school in September, 
I fucked two different boys.  But that's another story, which I 
may get around to telling sometime.  For now, I just want to 
remember Eddie and me.
	
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End of 'Porkin' Mindy' by Titmouse.  
Story 20

Author's Note:

Okay, I admit it.  The title is a dumb pun making an obscure
reference to a 70s(?) television show, 'Mork and Mindy,' which
has nothing to do with this story.  I thought of the title first
and wrote a story to it.  As it turns out, this is by far the
longest sex story I've written, with 11 episodes.  I'm done for
the moment, although I've always sort of planned to add to it.

There were no sisters in my family, so I've always wondered how
that would be.  If my younger brother had been a girl, I might
have gotten along better with him/her.  Boys who grow up with
girls might have some better insight into how those strange
creatures think.  After many years, I'm not sure I do.  To be
more accurate, I understand how, but not why.

But, just imagine you had a nubile younger sister who was as horny
as you were at 16.  What strange results might emerge from that
potent chemical brew?  This story is what I imagined.

                          ---
This storT20 Porkin' Mindy 01-11 {titmouse} (mf,inc,most other sins)
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WARNING NOTICE: 
 
   The following story is erotic fiction and includes 
descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are a minor or
if such things offend you, quit reading now.
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                  Porkin' Mindy

                    by Titmouse
           (C)1997, All Rights Reserved


1 - Mindy and Johnny

	I was 16 when I nailed my sister, Mindy; she was a year 
younger.  I didn't exactly blackmail her into it, but it was 
something like that.  Actually, I guess it was as much her idea 
as mine.
	What happened first was that I caught her in an awkward 
position with our neighbor, Johnny Simms, in the garage.  He was 
15, the same age as Mindy.  It was August, and we were all on 
summer vacation from school.
	Since I'd seen them sneak into the garage once before, I 
already had my suspicions about what they were up to -- 
generally, if not specifically.  When I overheard Mindy on the 
phone that morning telling someone she'd be "there" at three 
o'clock, I was pretty sure it was Johnny she was arranging to 
meet, and I guessed they were heading for the garage again.  Dad 
was at work, of course; Mom would be at her Wednesday afternoon 
bridge club and wouldn't be back until almost 6 p.m.
	So, at 2:30, I left the house, casually making sure Mindy 
knew I was heading down to the park to play basketball.  But what 
I really did was cut down the alley to the back of our house 
(carrying my 35mm camera in my athletic bag), slip into the 
garage and hide behind some 4x8-foot sheets of plywood that were 
leaned against one of the walls.  They were left over from when 
Dad fixed the back porch roof the previous summer.
	After cleaning out some cobwebs, I had a good view of the 
corner of the garage that was our old play "den" and the old 
mattress and springs that had served as our sofa.  The area was 
enclosed on three sides by sheets hung from the rafters, but it 
was open on the side that faced toward my vantage point.  There 
was an old curtain nearby that I pulled across the opening, 
leaving a space for me to see out.  I was less than 10 feet away 
from the mattress.  I checked the camera, attached the strobe, 
and set it in front of me, leaning back against some bundles of 
old clothes.
	I had barely settled in when the side door to the garage 
opened and Mindy slipped in.  She closed the door carefully, 
leaving it slightly ajar.  She sat on the mattress for a while, 
then got up and wandered aimlessly around the garage, looking at 
Dad's tools where they were arranged neatly on hooks above his 
workbench.  It had been years since the garage had been used to 
park a car; it was Dad's getaway place, where he could putter 
around and pretend to be constructive.
	Mindy was wearing cutoff shorts and a tubetop that molded 
to her slim teenage body and wrapped tightly around her titties.  
She was pretty well developed for her age, although not 
especially large in the chest.  But the tubetop displayed her 
firm, teenage breasts very nicely.  I held very still and kept my 
breath quiet.
	Unaware that anyone was watching, Mindy took the 
opportunity to adjust her clothing, pulling the shorts down out 
of the crack of her ass and running her hands around the top of 
the tube to pull it up securely.  She glanced down at her chest, 
frowned, and then tugged at the bottom edge, pulling it down 
until the tops of her breasts appeared, revealing the cleavage 
between them.
	Moments later, we both heard the back gate click open and 
the faint squeak of hinges.  Then there was the whisk of feet 
through grass and the side door to the garage opened.  Johnny 
Simms slipped inside and pulled the door closed behind him, 
turning the handle so he could latch it quietly.  I heard the 
soft "snick" of metal turning into place as he locked it.
	Mindy walked up to him as Johnny turned from the door, and 
he opened his arms to her and wrapped them around her back.
	"Hi, baby," he said, and kissed her.  Although they were 
the same age, Johnny was at least six inches taller than Mindy, 
and she had to tilt her head back to offer him her lips.  She 
moved in close and pressed her body against his, putting her arms 
around his neck.
	It didn't take them long to get to it, I've got to say.  
After that first kiss, Johnny grabbed Mindy's hand and pulled her 
over to the mattress in the corner.  They flopped down onto it, 
laughing.  Johnny pulled Mindy up close, and she wrapped herself 
around him without any hesitation.  Their feet were pointed at 
me.
	They kissed and hugged for a while, and pretty soon Johnny 
slid a hand into Mindy's top.  I could see his hand wrapped 
around one tit.  Before long, the tube top was around her waist, 
exposing her white half bra.  
	That didn't last long.  Mindy was lying half on top of 
Johnny.  He slid his hands around her back and unfastened the 
hooks of her bra.  Mindy raised up a little and helped him pull 
it out from between them, and then snuggled up to Johnny again.  
But that wasn't quite what she wanted.  She raised up again, 
pushed Johnny's t-shirt up under his arms, and pressed her bare 
tittie flesh against his naked chest.
	I was enjoying myself.  I could see pretty well from my 
vantage point, but I was pretty sure they couldn't see me.  They 
weren't looking, anyway, being far too engrossed in each other.  
As long as I held still and kept quiet, there was nothing to make 
them look my way.
	This was the first time I'd gotten a good look at Mindy's 
titties since she had developed anything worth noticing.  She was 
pretty careful around the house, although I'd catch occasional 
glimpses.  One of the nightgowns she wore would gap open when 
she bent over, and I usually managed to get a peak at her 
developing chest.  I tried not to be too obvious.  But a foxy 
sister is a big temptation and a source of many delights, however 
brief.
	Now, I could see, she had developed very nicely.  Her 
bazoongas were larger than I had realized, and jutted out from 
her chest.  They were round and firm and tipped with eraser-sized 
nipples centered in dark rose areolas.
	Their kisses got increasingly passionate.  Mindy was 
writhing against Johnny, rubbing her tits against him.  One of 
his legs was pressed up between hers, and she was hunching her 
hips back and forth on it, rubbing her pussy against the top of 
his leg.
	Johnny rolled Mindy onto her back and cupped one of her 
tits with his free hand.  He lowered his head to her neck and 
nibbled at the area under her jaw and then down lower in the 
little hollow at the base.  He moved down farther and licked at 
her nipple, which hardened in response, sticking up like a little 
bullet from the round, soft flesh that Johnny was squeezing.  He 
covered it with his mouth, sucking on the taut nub of flesh for a 
while.
	"Oh, Johnny," Mindy sighed, "that feels so-o-o good!"
	In response, Johnny let go of her titty and slipped a hand 
down between her thighs.  He centered his palm in the space 
between them and moved his hand back and forth, rubbing her pussy 
through her shorts.  Mindy responded by opening her legs wider, 
giving him unencumbered access.  She pushed her hips up to meet 
his hand, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip between her 
teeth.
	Johnny soon moved his hand up to the top button of her 
shorts, unfastened it, and tugged down the zipper.  He slipped 
his fingers under the elastic waist of her panties and began to 
wriggle his fingers down across her belly.  Mindy wriggled with 
him, shifting her hips and sucking in her stomach to give him 
more room.
	I could tell when he reached her pussy, partly by the 
position of his hand but more from Mindy's face.  Her eyes popped 
open, although they weren't seeing anything and soon closed again 
dreamily.  She let go of her lower lip, opening her mouth wide 
and taking ragged, panting breaths as Johnny's fingers slipped 
into her nest and began to stroke her.
	"You like that, baby?" Johnny asked her.
	"Oh, jeez, honey, yes!" Mindy panted.  "You know I do."
	"Yeh, I like it, too."  He must have done something with 
his fingers, because Mindy arched her back, pushing her pussy up 
to his probing fingers and giving a little whimper of pleasure.
	Johnny began tugging at her shorts with his other hand.  
"C'mon, help me," he said.
	Mindy grabbed the other side and helped Johnny pull them 
down, raising her fanny off the bed to get them over her tight, 
teenage buns.  Together, they pushed them down to mid-thigh, then 
did the same with her panties.  That bound her legs together, 
though, which made it hard to get access to her pussy, so they 
quickly pushed them down around Mindy's ankles, and she kicked 
them off.
	In my hideaway, I stifled a gasp as Mindy bent her knees 
and spread her thighs apart.  For a moment, before Johnny's hand 
covered it, I had a clear view of her pussy -- a reddened, 
vertical gash against her pale white inner thighs, with two 
crinkled lips that gapped slightly open and glistened with 
moisture, topped with curly brown hair that trailed down around 
the edges of her slit.
	The sight stuck in my eyes, and years later I can still see 
it.  I'd never really seen a girl's pussy live and in the flesh 
before -- a few magazines and a porno flick that a friend had, to 
be sure, but those were paper and television.  Although I'd had 
my fingers in a couple of hair pies and had even been one of the 
group who banged Jeannie Zamole in the closet at a friend's 
party, it had always been dark and secret.  I had felt a lot more 
than I'd seen.
	I'd never seen Mindy's pussy, of course, not since she was 
a little girl whom Mom bathed with me.  I'd had glimpses of her 
mound from time to time, but always covered by panties or pj 
bottoms.  This was my cute little sister's bare and apparently 
eager cockholder.
	Although it burned its image in my mind, it was only a 
moment's vision before those two rosy lips were covered by 
Johnny's fingers.  He rubbed his hand up and down her slot.
	Johnny worked a finger between Mindy's pussy lips, then 
bent his middle finger and began to push it into her.  Mindy 
apparently liked this, since she helped by pushing her hips up 
and spreading her thighs wider to make it easier for him to get 
in.  Before long, Johnny's finger was buried to the hilt in her 
tender teenage cunt.  He began to slide it in and out of her 
pussy, occasionally plunging it all the way in and rolling his 
wrist to make it rotate inside her, a move that always brought a 
moan from Mindy.
	I couldn't help imagining that it was my finger in Mindy's 
pussy.  Until then, I had never thought of my sister as a serious 
sexual object, just a convenient example of femaleness who was 
handy and interesting to look at.   Now, I began to see her 
differently.  If she would let Johnny Simms do that to her, after 
all, maybe she would let me.  I'd heard of such things.  My 
prick, which was already hard, swelled and strained at the 
thought.
	On the mattress, Mindy had apparently tired of being a 
passive object of Johnny's attentions.  Her hand traced down 
across his chest to his waistline and below.  Cupping her hand, 
she stroked the bulging front of Johnny's jeans.  Then she moved 
back up to his waist and began to fumble with his belt.
	After a moment, though, it was clear that Mindy wasn't 
making much progress.  Johnny pulled his finger out of her pussy 
and unbuckled the belt himself, then unfastened the buttons down 
the front of his jeans.  In the meantime, I had a great view 
between Mindy's splayed thighs for a long moment, until she 
slowly drew them together.
	Once Johnny had the front of his pants unfastened, he 
returned his hand to Mindy's pussy.  Finding there wasn't enough 
room, however, he put a hand on her upper knee and pushed her 
legs apart again, giving me another great beaver shot.  As Johnny 
began to stroke and probe her cunt again, I couldn't help moving 
my hand to my cock and squeezing it through my pants.
	Meanwhile, now that Johnny had opened the way for her, 
Mindy lost no time in getting her hands on his equipment.  
Slipping one hand inside his undershorts and pulling down on the 
waist with the other, she soon pulled his dick out into view.  I 
couldn't help noting that he wasn't as big as I was.
	Wrapping her fingers around his meat, Mindy began to push 
and pull on it -- somewhat awkwardly I thought, but it was 
clearly enjoyable to Johnny.  He groaned and began to pump his 
hips back and forth, helping to slide her hand along his prick.
	Both of them were sighing and moaning, more or less 
constantly.  Then Johnny pulled his finger out of Mindy's pussy 
again and, reaching behind his butt, pulled out his wallet.  I 
was pretty sure what he was going for, and sure enough he pulled 
out a foil rectangle, then dropped his wallet on the floor.
	"Oh, babe, I gotta have you now," Johnny said.  He handed 
the foil-wrapped rubber to Mindy, then sat up and stripped off 
his t-shirt.  His pants and underwear soon followed.  While he 
was doing this, Mindy tore open the packet and pulled out the 
rubber.
	Then Mindy did something that shocked, amazed and thrilled 
me.  Johnny had leaned back on one elbow, his prick jutting out 
toward her.  Curling at the waist, Mindy bent forward, wrapped a 
hand around the straining wand, and stretched out her neck until 
her lips reached the head of Johnny's dick.  She gave it a kiss, 
then parted her lips and took the head of it into her mouth.  I 
saw her cheeks hollow as she sucked on it.
	"Aw, god, Min!" Johnny moaned.  "Stop or you'll make me come 
right now."
	Mindy sat back with a wicked and rather pleased smile on 
her face.  She settled the rubber on the head of Johnny's cock 
and began to roll it down.  She seemed pretty familiar with the 
technique, too, holding the top in place with one hand while she 
worked the rubber down the shaft.  Johnny just lay back on his 
elbows and watched her.
	"There," Mindy said.  Still wearing that wicked grin, she 
looked at him sideways.  "Now what?" she asked innocently.
	"Now," Johnny growled, "I'm going to fuck the hell out of 
you!"  He pushed on her shoulder and Mindy fell back onto the 
mattress.  As Johnny shifted his torso between her legs, she 
lowered a knee to the mattress to welcome him.  Then, as he began 
to center himself over her, she raised both her knees around his 
hips.
	My view of the crucial moment was blocked by Johnny's body.  
What I could see best, in fact, was his thin, slightly hairy butt 
and the wrinkled bag of balls that hung down beneath it.  Johnny 
reached down between them, obviously guiding himself to the right 
spot.  He hunched forward and Mindy spread her legs wider, 
placing her feet flat against the bed and pushing her hips up to 
meet the thrust.  I saw the muscles of Johnny's butt ripple 
slowly several times as he gradually worked his cock into her.
	Then he hit bottom apparently, because they both moaned.  
Mindy threw her arms around Johnny's neck and hugged him tightly, 
and he slid his hands under her shoulders, resting the weight of 
his upper body on his elbows.  Mindy slipped her legs inside 
Johnny's and extended them, wrapping herself around him.
	Johnny began to pump in and out of Mindy's pussy.  I could 
see little of my sister, since their legs were pointed almost 
straight at me.  But I could hear her.  At first, she sighed each 
time Johnny pushed forward, driving his prick into her cunt.  
Gradually, Mindy became more and more excited, and she started 
crying "oh...  oh... oh..." in time to his thrusts.
	Johnny was getting excited, too.  The pace of his shoves 
picked up, and soon he was pounding into Mindy's pussy, making an 
audible slap each time he hit bottom.  Mindy raised her legs high 
and locked her heels behind his back.
	"Oh, god, Mindy, that feels so good," he panted.  "Oh, yes, 
baby... yes!  I'm going to come... yes... ahhhh... ahhh... 
ARRRRGH!"
	Johnny slammed his prick down into her and stayed there, 
hunching and jerking.
	"Yes, Johnny!" Mindy cried, "Give it to me, baby.  Shoot 
it!  Come on, come in me!"
	They were thrashing around on the mattress and had turned 
at more of an angle to me.  I could see Mindy's face, now, which 
was what I had been waiting for.  I decided I'd seen enough.
	Checking the strobe to make sure it was fully charged, I 
sighted through the camera lens.  Using the telephoto, I framed 
their writhing bodies from head to mid-thigh.  I waited for the 
right moment, until both faces were clearly shown, and tripped 
the shutter.  A bright flash of light shot through the garage.
	They were stunned into immobility.  Scrambling out of my 
hiding place, I stood up and started clicking off more pictures.  
Mindy shrieked, and Johnny said something wise like 
"Whatthefuck!?"
	I had to control my face to keep from laughing.  Mindy had 
shoved Johnny back and off her, and both of them were trying to 
scramble into their clothes.  Mindy got her shorts back on pretty 
quickly and yanked up the tube top that was still around her 
waist, but then she spotted her bra, picked it up and stuffed it 
behind the mattress.  
	Meanwhile, Johnny couldn't seem to get his feet into his 
jeans.  He'd pulled one leg inside out when he'd taken them off.  
When he did finally get a leg into his pants, he realized he was 
about to put them on backwards and had to pull it out and start 
over again.  He did better on the second try, but, when he stood 
up, he realized he was still wearing the rubber, which dangled 
its sperm-filled tip and wobbled back and forth in mid-air.  
Finally, he stuffed it inside his pant and began to fasten them.  
I got most of it on film, popping another photo every time the 
strobe re-charged.
	While Johnny was pulling his t-shirt over his head, I set 
the camera behind me on a table, stepped up close and sucker-
punched him right in the stomach.  He dropped to the mattress 
with a "whooof" and bent over his knees, gasping for breath.  
Mindy looked at me with alarm as I moved toward her, but I just 
bent over, picked up the torn foil from the rubber, and put it in 
my pocket.
	"Get out of here, Johnny," I said calmly.  "I don't ever 
want to see you again.  Stay away from my sister.  If you give me 
any trouble at all, I'll see that you're arrested for rape."
	Mindy started to protest, but I turned a cold eye on her 
and cocked my head warningly; she thought better of it.  Johnny 
grabbed his shoes and socks, picked up his wallet, and shuffled 
toward the door, still bent over.  He crab-walked out the door 
and was gone.


2 - Mindy Bribes Me

	Mindy sat up on the bed, her arms wrapped around her knees, 
and looked at me.
	"Jeez, Willy, you scared the shit out of me," she said.  
"What do you think you're doing, anyway?"  Mindy had always been 
a supporter of the "best defense is a good offense" school.  But 
I wasn't going to let her get away with it this time.
	"Don't give me that crap, Mindy," I said.  "I was there 
because I was pretty sure what you were up to, and it looks like 
I was right.  What the hell do you think you're doing?"
	"Come on, Willy," she said, her tone somewhat less 
righteous.  "You act like I'm a kid.  I know what I'm doing."
	"You're only 15," I shot back.  "What do think Mom and Dad 
would do if I told them what you've been up to?  You'd be 
grounded forever."
	"Oh, jeez, Willy," Mindy said, fear on her face, "you're 
not going to tell Mom and Dad are you?"
	I glared at her without saying anything.
	"Please, Willy!" she begged.  "They'd kill me!"
	"Well..." I said, looking up as if I was thinking about 
what to do.
	Mindy was beginning to catch on.
	"So, just what do I have to do to keep you from telling on 
me?" she asked.
	"You don't have to do anything," I said, "unless you want 
to, that is.  I think I'd rather tell Mom and Dad what's been 
going on.  I really should..."
	"Come on, Willy," Mindy said, looking at me with a raised 
eyebrow.  "You don't really want to do that.  Especially if I 
make it worth your while."
	"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
	"Well..." Mindy hesitated.  "How about if I suck your 
dick?"
	My heart fluttered, but I said "Well,... I don't know..."
	"Come on, Willy," Mindy said, "you'll like it if I suck it.  
Has anyone ever done that to you?"
	I shook my head, unable to speak for a moment.  I was going 
to get the fabled blowjob.  This was working out a lot better 
than I had dared to hope.
	As I said before, my experience to this point was pretty 
limited.  The closet session with Jeannie Zamole had been pretty 
disgusting, since I was the sixth in line.  The closet reeked of 
sweat and sex by the time I entered.  Jeannie was a chubby girl 
and not very pretty.  She was using sex in an attempt to be 
popular, but her interest had pretty well been exhausted by the 
time it was my turn.
	She had wasted little time on preliminaries (not that I 
needed them), pulling my rampant hard-on out of my pants in a 
hurry and quickly guiding me between her legs and into her 
sloppy, overflowing cunt.  I had slipped -- almost fallen -- into 
her and followed her instructions to "start bouncing" with such 
dispatch that I had come in about 30 seconds, to the relief of 
both of us.  I had emerged from the closet only minutes after I
had entered, and there had certainly been no preliminaries or 
follow-up petting.
	Other than that, I had a lot more fantasy experience than 
real life.  I had seen a blowjob in the fuck video at my friends, 
but none of the girls I had fingered had done anything more than 
stroke me from the outside of my pants.  No live girl's mouth had 
ever been near my penis, which was straining my pants now.
	"Come on over here," Mindy said, reaching out a hand to me.  
"I can fix that problem."
	Dumbly, I reached out to take her hand.  Using it for 
leverage, Mindy pulled me closer and swung her feet off the 
mattress and onto the floor.  With her other hand, she reached up 
and stroked the front of my shorts.
	"Hmmm," Mindy said, "that feels interesting.  Let's see 
what you've got in there."  Using one hand to pull the elastic 
waist of my shorts forward, she slid the other hand into the top 
and wrapped her fingers around my prick.  Her fingers were warm 
and slightly moist.  My cock jumped at her touch and swelled in 
her grasp.  "Oooh," Mindy cooed, "you've got a nice one.  Big and 
fat!"
	She pulled down on the waistband and popped my dingus out 
into view.  Using it like a joystick, Mindy steered me backward a 
little and slid off the mattress onto her knees.  Letting go for 
a moment, she grabbed my shorts and tugged them down to mid-
thigh.  Then she took hold of my cock again and, pressing it up 
against my stomach, stuck out her tongue and licked up the 
underside like it was a big lollipop.  A chill ran up my spine as 
her warm, wet tongue slid over my sensitive skin.
	Then, wrapping her hand around the base, Mindy pulled down 
until my cock stuck straight out.  She moved her face up close 
enough that I could feel her breath.  Looking up right into my 
eyes, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head 
of my dick.
	Mindy sucked on the head for a while, then waggled her 
tongue back and forth underneath it.  The intense stimulation 
made me gasp.  Slowly, Mindy pushed her head forward.  I watched 
my prick disappear as it slid between her lips, savoring the 
tight, wet, clasping grip of her mouth.
	Mindy got about two-thirds of it into her before she had to 
stop.  Then she reversed her direction, pulling her head back and 
dragging my cock over her tongue.  Mindy began bobbing her head 
back and forth, alternately pushing forward to suck my tool into 
her mouth and pulling back to slide it out.
	It was the most incredible thing I'd ever felt.  My cock 
jerked and swelled between Mindy's lips.  Part of the thrill was 
that it was my little sister's mouth I was sliding my prick in 
and out of.  I reached down and cupped one of her firm tits, 
feeling the nipple press against my palm through the fabric.  I 
thought about sticking my hand down into the top to feel her 
naked breast but chickened out.  I could feel my balls pulling 
up, as if straining to get closer to my sister's warm, sucking 
mouth.
	I had jacked off to a fantasy of fucking Mindy once, and it 
had been a strangely thrilling and exciting experience.  In my 
fantasy, I had caught Mindy in the bathroom, just emerging from a 
shower.  We had looked at each other and had immediately become 
inflamed with urgent desire (of course).  I pulled off the towel 
she had wrapped around her body, and she had pressed her still 
wet body against me, her hands quickly opening my pants and 
pulling out my cock.  In a flash (my cum was already rising), I 
was sitting on the toilet seat and she was straddled over me, 
bouncing up and down on my stiff prick.  Moments later, I shot my 
load up into her pussy to her cries of passion.
	I was troubled by the fantasy without quite knowing why.  
It just didn't seem right to jack off to daydreams of my sister.  
Although I couldn't help noticing her increasingly sexy teenage 
bod, there were plenty of other girls to occupy my fantasies.  I 
looked at Mindy and secretly gloated over her charms, but my 
jackoff sessions focused on other targets of my insatiable lust.  
Now, here she was, sliding her lips along my rampant erection.
	Once I was thoroughly wet, Mindy shifted her grip from the 
base of my cock to the shaft and began sliding her hand up and 
down my dick, jacking me off into her mouth.  Sometimes she moved 
her hand in the opposite direction, pushing her hand toward my 
stomach as she drew her head back, then pulling forward as she 
drove her head in to swallow me again.  Other times, Mindy moved 
her hand along with her mouth, making it into an extension of her 
nibbling, sucking oral cavity.  She would also twist her hand, 
rotating it around the shaft and adding a delightful and 
different additional friction.
	It didn't take very much of this before I began to feel the 
first tingles of my impending come deep in my middle.
	"Oh, god, Mindy," I gasped, "that feels great.  Ooh, suck 
it, Sis.  You're gonna make me come."
	Mindy sensed my excited state and began to move faster, 
whipping her head back and forth on me.  Her fingers, wrapped 
tightly around my prick, flew up and down on the shaft, twice as 
fast as she could suck on me with her mouth.
	She seemed eager to get it, to actually want me to shoot my 
spunk into her face.  Mindy was moaning deep in her throat, 
sending incredible vibrations down my cock, and making little 
whining gasps for air.  She wrapped her other hand around it, 
too.  I was pumping my hips back and forth, making my prick shoot 
in and out of my sister's clasping grip and sucking mouth.
	"Oh... oh... oh, yes..." I groaned.  "Oh, I'm gonna come, 
Mindy!  Here it is... here it is... AHHHHHRGH!"
	The cum jetted out of me, spurting out in shot after shot, 
racing out of my balls and through my cock into Mindy's eager, 
sucking mouth.
	"UMMMMMM!  UMMMMM!" Mindy cried as she drank my cum. Some 
of it leaked out around the corners of her lips and spread along 
the shaft, making it even more slippery.  Her flying hand milked 
at me, squeezing my cock as she pulled down it toward her 
grasping lips.  I heard and felt Mindy swallow convulsively 
several times as she gulped down my cum and sucked harder to get 
it all.
	My knees almost buckled under me, but I managed to stay on 
my feet.  Mindy's mouth, which was still sucking gently and 
tonguing my deflating cock, felt too good to pull away from.  
Shocks of pleasure that were just short of pain still shot 
through me every time she rasped her tongue under the 
excruciatingly sensitive glans.
	I would have stood there forever, I guess, but Mindy 
finally pulled back and let my prick flop out of her mouth.  She 
looked up at me and ran her tongue all around her lips, gather up 
the residue of my cum.  She ran a finger up one side of her chin 
to collect a dribble that had run down from the corner of her 
mouth, then licked her finger.  She swallowed several times, 
getting the last of it.
	"Wow, Sis," I said, "that was great!"
	"Yeah," Mindy said, "I kind of liked it myself.  You really 
shot a loadfull."  Beneath the tubetop, I could see her hard 
little nipples poking out against the fabric.
	I felt stupid standing their with my limp dick dangling 
between us, so I pulled up my shorts.  Mindy gave the front of my 
pants a pat, then stood up.  She moved in close to me, close 
enough to kiss, and looked up at me.
	"So," Mindy said, "you're not gonna tell Mom and Dad, are 
you?"
	"Naw," I said, "I guess not."
	I stood there awkwardly for a moment.  What I wanted to do 
was grab Mindy and give her a passionate kiss, but I wasn't sure 
if I should, and the moment passed.  I turned away and walked 
over to get my camera.  I had exposed eight pictures.  (They had 
exposed themselves.)
	"What are you going to do with that?" Mindy asked.
	"I don't know," I said, although I had already planned to save 
the film until school started and I could get access to the photo 
lab again.
	"You wouldn't be crazy enough to send them in, would you?" 
she said.  "They look at the pictures, you know."
	"They're black-and-white," I told her.  "I though maybe I 
could develop them at school."
	"You wouldn't consider giving the film to me?"
	"I don't think so," I said.  "I want to make sure Johnny 
doesn't come back again.  This is some insurance."
	Mindy walked back over to the mattress and sat down.  She 
watched me for a while without saying anything.
	"I don't care about Johnny," she said after a while.  "He 
was just handy.  I wanted someone to make it with, and he just 
happened to be in the right spot at the right time."
	I thought about that for a moment.
	"Was he the first?" I asked.  Mindy laughed.
	"No," she said, "not even close." She rolled her eyes up, 
thinking.  "The fifth... no, sixth."
	My eyes bugged.  "You're kidding!"
	"No, big brother, I'm not kidding," Mindy said.
	I staggered over to the mattress and sat down on the 
corner.
	"Jesus, Mindy!  This summer?"
	"Try again, Willy," she said, a self-satisfied grin on her 
face.  "Last summer was the first.  Two last summer, three during 
school, and then Johnny.  Surprised?"
	"God, yes," I admitted.  "I had no idea."
	"You still wouldn't if we hadn't got careless."  She looked 
at me speculatively.  "Did you hear us on the phone?"
	I nodded my head.
	"I thought so.  I saw you go by, and wondered..."  Mindy 
leaned back on the mattress.  Something about the change of 
position must have jogged her memory, because she looked down at 
her chest, then looked behind the mattress.  She reached down and 
pulled out her bra.  "Oops!"
	I expect I blushed, because seeing her bra made me realize 
that her tits were bare under her tubetop.
	"Turn around," Mindy said.  "I gotta put this thing back 
on."
	I swiveled around and faced out into the garage.  Mindy 
rustled and bounced around as she put herself back together.  I 
could almost follow her progress through the stages of getting 
those pert, young titties back in harness.
	"So," Mindy said while she continued to adjust things, "how 
many girls have you had?"
	"Not as many as you," I said, my tone a little righteous.
	"I haven't done any girls," Mindy shot back.  "Not yet, 
anyway."
	I jerked my head around sharply, forgetting I wasn't 
supposed to be looking.  Mindy was adjusting the tubetop.  She 
was also grinning.
	"Just kidding," she said.  "You can turn around now."
	I swiveled back to face her and tried unsuccessfully to 
keep my eyes from straying down to her chest.  The bra gave her a 
firmer outline and also made her tits look a little bigger, I 
thought.  Her nipples were no longer visible through the fabric.
	"Seriously," Mindy said, "how many?"
	"Two," I said, counting Rosy Five-Fingers as one.
	Mindy grinned at me, making me blush again.
	"It's harder for guys," she said.  "You have to talk 
somebody into it.  For a girl, all you have to be is willing, at 
least if you're half way attractive."  Mindy paused.  "Do you 
think I'm attractive?"
	"At least half way," I said, smiling.  She punched me on 
the arm.  "Okay," I said, "maybe three-quarters."
	Mindy wouldn't tell me who her other five partners had 
been, so I didn't have to tell about mine or invent a lie for the 
second one.  She said the first time hadn't been as much fun as 
she had expected -- it hurt and the guy was as inexperienced as 
she was -- but that things had gotten better the second time when 
she intentionally picked an older boy who knew what he was doing.
	I admitted that my first time had been just slightly better 
than not doing it at all, too, and vaguely described the 
circumstances.  Mindy said she'd once had two guys on the same 
day, but separately.  She also told me that she wasn't afraid of 
getting pregnant because she was on the pill, but that she made 
Johnny wear a rubber because she didn't trust whoever else he 
might be having sex with.
	All this talk about sex was getting me going again.  I 
sneaked a look at my watch, trying not to be too obvious, but 
Mindy saw my glance anyway.  It was almost five o'clock -- too 
risky to start anything.  My sister seemed to know what I was 
thinking but said nothing, just gave me a funny smile.
	We talked for a while longer about this and that, then 
agreed we should get back to the house before anyone came home.  
I stood up and helped Mindy to her feet.  As we left the garage, 
I held the door to let her go first, touching her on the shoulder 
as she went by.  She looked back at me with that enigmatic smile 
again, then led the way to the house.  I followed behind, 
watching hers.


3 - At the End of the Trail

	Nothing much happened for a couple of days after the 
session with Mindy in the garage.  I couldn't help watching her 
all the time, though.  Every time I saw her face, I remembered 
how she looked with my prick between her lips, especially the way 
she had looked up at me, clearly delighting in the feel of my rod 
in her mouth and the pleasure she was giving me.
	I sneaked looks at her firm, teenage tits and remembered 
how it had felt to touch them.  I looked at her legs and 
remembered how she had wrapped them around Johnny Simms, and I 
imagined how it would feel to have them wrapped around me.  I 
looked at her crotch, especially when Mindy wore the tight shorts 
she favored, and daydreamed of the treasure that her plump mound 
concealed.  I remembered how she had sighed when Johnny sank his 
cock into her, and the moans she had made when he pumped in and 
out of her pussy.
	In short, I went around with an almost perpetual hard-on 
whenever Mindy was near and a good deal of rest of the time.  
This meant turning my back to her or leaving the room a lot.  I 
jacked off furiously in the bathroom Thursday night, imagining 
Mindy with me on the mattress in the garage, which relieved the 
pressure somewhat.
	Sometimes I would catch her looking at me, usually with 
that same enigmatic smile.  I didn't know what to make of that 
smile.  There was a tension in the air between us.  I kept trying 
to think of a way to make a move on her.  At the same time, I was 
disturbed by the thought of banging my own sister.  But I wanted 
to.  Oh, how I wanted to.
	On Saturday, we all worked around the house -- Mom, Dad, 
Mindy and I.  After straightening our rooms, Mindy and I washed 
both cars.  We both changed to bathing suits for the chore.  I 
put on a pair of baggies and was glad I did, because Mindy wore 
her bikini.  
	It was the smallest one our folks had ever permitted her to 
have.  The bottoms were cut high, making her legs look longer.  
Her butt cheeks were only half-covered in back, and the front 
dwindled to a narrow strip of fabric that barely covered her 
pouting mound.  The top was cut low enough to reveal the tops of 
her breasts and the valley between them.  It must have 
incorporated a push-up bra, because Mindy's tits rode higher and 
looked rounder than ever.
	I couldn't get enough of looking at her, even though it was 
driving me crazy.  She knew it, too.  I concealed my near 
constant hard-on as best I could, but I saw her sneaking looks at 
me several times.
	While we were working on the cars, she kept finding excuses 
to bump into me, touching hips or shoulders.  She leaned down to 
wring out a sponge in the wash bucket, which gave me quite a view 
into her bikini top.  And once, while we were washing to top of 
Dad's car, she leaned against my back, pressing those tits 
against my bare skin for several seconds before moving away.  I 
was pretty sure she was doing it intentionally.
	When we were done, Mindy said she was sweaty and had soap 
on her suit, and asked me to hold the hose for her while she 
rinsed off.  I held the hose above her head, and she turned 
slowly under the cascading water, alternately presenting her 
front and then her back to me.  I got a good eyeful.  At one 
point, she faced me, pulling her shoulders back and sticking 
those marvelous tits out right at me, letting the water strike 
her just at the base of her neck and flow down over them.  I 
wanted desperately to grab her, especially when she caught me 
looking and gave me a foxy wink.
	We laid around on the back patio for an hour after that, 
letting the sun warm us and dry us off.  We chatted for a while, 
then Mindy read one of her magazines.  She lay on the lounger, 
shifting position occasionally to expose a different part of her 
to the sun.  In the process, she exposed different parts of 
herself to my covert gaze over the detective novel I was reading.
	 That afternoon, Mindy went shopping with Mom.  Dad and I 
took care of a couple of minor chores, then split up.  He went 
into the garage to putter around, leaving me on my own.  I was 
worked up and couldn't get interested in anything.  It was all I 
could do not to run up to my room and jack off again.  Every time 
I thought about my sister, my cock jerked to attention.
	I was supposed to have a date that evening with Susie 
Recendez, but she called about two o'clock to say that she was 
sick.  I was suspicious that she was giving me a brush-off at 
first, but then she started coughing and couldn't stop, which 
convinced me.
	Once I knew she wasn't dumping me, I was just as glad Susie 
had called it off.  I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere with 
her in the foreseeable future.  And Mindy had me so hot and 
bothered that I needed something more than a polite goodnight 
kiss.
	At dinner, when Mom found out I wasn't going out after all, 
she asked if I minded staying home with Mindy.  Mrs. Wharton, it 
seemed was very ill, and Mom had been thinking about visiting her 
anyway.  Dad was going to be gone, as usual on Saturday nights.  
Mindy, as always, complained that she wasn't a baby anymore, and 
she didn't need me to babysit her.  Somewhere in there, she 
managed to wink in my direction, so I griped a little myself 
before agreeing that I would stay home with her.
	Mom left a little before 7 p.m. with a promise that she'd 
be back not later than 10.  I grumped a little and walked her to 
the back door with a sour look on my face, trying not to overact.  
Mom thanked me for staying with Mindy, saying she really 
appreciated it.  Then she got in her car and backed out of the 
drive.
	I walked back through the kitchen and dining room.  There 
was no sign of Mindy there or in the living room.  I went back to 
the den but the television was off and the room was dark except 
for the lamp in the corner.  
	I wandered back into the living room and was about to sit 
down when I glanced over toward the stairs.  One of Mindy's 
tennis shoes was on the third step, just before it turned.  I 
wandered over idly.  Around the bend in the stairs, up another 
couple of steps, was a sock.  Then another shoe.  Then another 
sock.  Almost at the top, I could see the pale blue shorts she 
had been wearing.
	I went up the stairs, gathering articles of clothing as I 
climbed.  When I reached the top, I could see the t-shirt Mindy 
had been wearing on the floor about halfway down the hall to her 
room.  I walked down the hall and picked it up.  Min's door was 
pushed to but not closed.  I could see the strap of her brassiere 
poking out and light coming out through the crack.  I knocked on 
her door.
	"Who is it?" Mindy asked.
	"Who do you think?" I said.
	"Oh," she said, casually.  "Come on in."
	Since my hands were full of clothes, I bumped the door open 
with my shoulder and bent down to pick up the bra and add it to 
my pile.  Then I looked up.  Mindy was in bed, under the covers, 
with the sheet pulled up under her arms.  Her panties were on the 
floor in the middle of the room.  She was smiling widely.
	"Are you sure you aren't the maid?" she laughed.
	"What the hell do you think you're doing," I asked, tossing 
her clothes onto a chair.  "What if Mom had come back?"
	"Oh, don't be such a wart, Willy," Mindy said.  "She didn't 
come back, did she?"
	"No," I admitted.
	"Then why don't you come over here and talk to me before 
she does?"
	I felt pretty confused as I walked over to Mindy's bed.  I 
was pretty sure that she was naked under the sheet.  Hell, she'd 
gone out of her way to make sure I knew.  When I got closer, I 
could see that the nipples on her firm, young breasts were poking 
the sheet from underneath.  What did Mindy have in mind?  I 
couldn't think straight.
	"Don't just stand there staring," she said.  "Sit down."  I 
sat.
	Neither of us said anything for a long minute.  Mindy 
seemed quite content to lie there, letting me squirm.  I was 
trying frantically to think of something cool to say, but my 
brain had taken the evening off.
	"Um..." I said.  Then I said it again.  "Um..."
	Mindy just smiled at me.
	"Uh... what's going on?" I finally asked.
	"Well, not much," Mindy said.  "Not yet anyway.  But I have 
hopes."
	"What do you mean?"
	"Gee, Willy, what do you want me to do?" Mindy said, with a 
touch of exasperation.  "Should I get a marker and draw a big 
circle on the sheet?  Take a hint, guy!"
	"Is something wrong?" I asked stupidly.
	"Well, yeah, something's wrong," Mindy said.  "You chased 
Johnny away, and now I'm left without anybody."
	"Well... You mean...?  I mean..."  I might have gone on 
like that for quite some time, but Mindy cut me off.
	"Hey, Willy, I know big brother may not approve, but I like 
sex.  It was my idea, not Johnny's, you know."  She looked at me 
sharply.  "And now Johnny is spreading the word that you don't 
like anyone messing around with your little sister, and 
everybody's afraid to go out with me."
	"So what?" I said.  "You're too young to be fooling around 
like that."
	"I seem to remember that you helped me fool around without 
any problems," Mindy shot back.  "The way I see it, you messed 
things up for me, and it's up to you to fix it."
	"What do you want me to do," I asked, "set you up with 
somebody?  Find some guy to screw my own sister?"
	"No," Mindy said, pushing the sheet down to her waist.  
"That wasn't what I had in mind."
	Just as I had suspected.  Mindy was naked under the sheet, 
at least as far as I could see.  Her small, firm tits stuck up 
from her chest, only slightly flattened by her position.  The 
dark-rose nipples on the end of them poked out like little 
erasers.  I was frozen in place.  I didn't know what to do.
	"C'mere," Mindy said.  "Kiss me."
	I couldn't think or speak, but I could move.  I put a hand 
on the other side of her and leaned down, bringing our faces 
close together.  As I got close, Mindy closed her eyes and raised 
her lips to meet mine.
	That first kiss was electric.  I had kissed other girls, of 
course, but nothing had ever felt quite like this.  Mindy's lips 
were soft and warm and eager.  Her tongue darted out and licked 
my lips, then she opened her mouth, inviting my tongue in, 
welcoming it, licking it inside her mouth.
	I collapsed across her chest and was startled by the touch 
of her naked breasts, which I had momentarily forgotten, through 
my t-shirt.  I could feel the soft mounds against my chest and 
the pebble-like nipples poking me.  Mindy raised her arms and 
wrapped them around my neck.
	One kiss blended into the next.  Soon both of us were 
breathing hard.  I forced my lips against Mindy's, thrusting my 
tongue deep into her welcoming mouth.  She moaned and writhed 
against my chest, rubbing her tits into me.
	I slid a hand between us and cupped a tit, squeezing it, 
kneading it, taking the bud of her nipple in my fingers and 
pulling and twisting it.  Mindy pushed up against me, pressing 
her breast into my hand.
	After a while of this, Mindy broke away from our continuous 
kisses, panting for a moment.
	"C'mon, Willy," she said, "get naked.  I want you to fuck 
me."
	I sat up and pulled my t-shirt over my head while kicking 
off my sandals.  Rising up slightly, I pushed my shorts and 
underwear down over my hips and off my legs.  Mindy kicked the 
sheets down, exposing her pussy to me as she worked them down and 
off her feet.
	I slipped a hand between her legs and pressed my fingers 
against her cunt.  Mindy arched her back and pushed it up against 
my hand, spreading her knees wider to give me open access.  Her 
pussy was slick with her juices, and it was easy to slip a finger 
between the lips and slide my finger into her.
	"Ooooh," Mindy said, "that's the spot!"  She rolled her 
hips and shoved upward, encouraging me to press my finger deeper 
into her.  I was glad to oblige.  I probed into her cunt with my 
middle finger, thrashing around in the wet, warm, slippery 
insides of her fucktube.
	After a bit of this, Mindy moved both of her hands down to 
mine and pulled my finger most of the way out, directing it 
upward to her clit, which I knew about but was still unclear as 
to exactly where it was located.  With her guidance, however, I 
soon found the little bump at the top of her notch.  I rubbed 
back and forth and around and around on it, at first with Mindy's 
guidance, then on my own.
	When she let go of my hand, Mindy moved her own to wrap 
them around my prick, which was sticking out between us.  The 
feel of her hot, damp palm wrapped around me was almost more than 
I could stand.  She pulled and pushed up and down on it 
insistently, almost frantically.  I thought I was going to shoot 
it right away.
	"Oh, jeez, Mindy," I panted, "don't make me come yet."
	She slowed down immediately, changing to a slow, sensuous 
stroke that let me come back from the edge.  But it was still one 
of the most wonderful things I had ever felt.  Her clutching 
fingers slid up and down the shaft of my cock, squeezing me tight 
at one moment, so that the loose skin slid over the firm, blood-
engorged muscle underneath, then relaxing to slip lightly over 
the skin, tickling and teasing me.
	"I'm close, too, Willy," Mindy breathed.  "I'm so horny.  I 
want to fuck.  I think I could come right now.  I want you to put 
it in me, Willy.  I want you to push your prick all the way in my 
pussy and fuck the shit out of me."
	Holding onto my cock, she pulled me toward her middle, 
dropping her closer knee flat against the bed and urging me to 
move between her legs.  I rolled onto her, raising up on my hands 
and knees so that my prick stuck out between us.
	Mindy still had her hands wrapped around me, and used them 
to point the head of my dick at her notch.  As she guided me, I 
slowly let my weight down and pushed my hips forward.  I felt the 
tip of my cock brush the wiry hair above her pussy, then slide 
between the lips near the top.  Mindy pushed down and raised her 
hips to align her opening with my descending prick.  I felt the 
head of it move deeper, felt it nudge into the opening of her 
channel.
	Once I seemed securely started, Mindy let go of my cock and 
moved her hands to my butt.  Pulling inward and pushing up with 
her hips, she helped me force my prick into the tight passage, 
her legs spread as wide as possible to give me maximum access.  I 
pushed an inch or so deeper, pulled back a little, then pressed 
forward again and sank about half of my cock in her.
	I had fantasized about this moment so many times that it 
was hard to believe it was actually happening.  My prick was 
slowly burrowing into Mindy's cunt.  Her firm tits, which I 
couldn't help staring at whenever she was around, were naked and 
pressing against my chest, her nipples brushing against me.  But 
the warm clasp of her pussy around my cock was all I could really 
think about.
	"Oh, god, Willy, that feels so good," Mindy sighed.  "Oh... 
oh... get it all the way in... that's right... that's right... 
more...  push it in deeper... Come on, give it to me.  Feed it to 
me.  Fuck me!"
	This was nothing like my furtive closet fuck with Jeannie 
Zamole.  Mindy's pussy was not sloppy and smelly -- it was tight 
and warm and just slippery enough that I could work my swelling 
cock into it.  Her body beneath me was not fat and sweaty but 
lithe and sensuous and eager and determined to get my prick into 
it as deeply as possible.
	I looked down between us and saw where our bodies were 
joined -- Mindy's widespread thighs wrapped around mine and the 
pole of my cock half buried in her love nest.  As I watched, I 
pushed forward and saw my prick slide the rest of the way into 
her.  Mindy clutched her legs around mine and thrust her hips up 
to meet me.  The soft mound just above her slot touched mine.  I 
felt the lips of her pussy around the base of my cock.  I was all 
the way in her.
	"Jeez, Willy, yes!" Mindy moaned.  "Oh, I can't tell you 
how good that feels.  I've been thinking about fucking you all 
week.  I wanted this..." she said, pushing her hips up to 
emphasize what she meant.  "I wanted you to put it in me and fuck 
me silly."
	I wanted to do just that, to bang away as hard and as fast 
as I could, shoving my cock into her pussy again and again until 
I spurted.  But some instinct told me not to rush, to take it 
slow and easy.  I began instead to withdraw my prick gradually, 
pulling back until just the tip was still between her pussy lips, 
and then slowly, sensuously, driving it back into her depths.
	Mindy matched my rhythm, pushing up to meet my descending 
thrusts and relaxing back as I withdrew, only to push up again to 
meet me and grind her pelvis against my pubic bone.  She took 
deep, sighing breaths, moaning faintly each time she exhaled.
	We kept that up for a while, joining efforts to slide my 
prick in and out of her pussy.  Her breathing became increasingly 
ragged, accompanied by shudders that would run from her shoulders 
down her backbone until they shook her hips and made my cock 
vibrate inside her.  Mindy had her arms around my neck and down 
my back.  Her fingernails clawed at me, not hard enough to break 
the skin, but hard enough to make me worry.
	"Yessss..." she hissed, "fuck me... fuck me...  Oh, Willy, 
that feels so good.  Do you like it?  Do you like my pussy?"
	"God, yes," I gasped.  "I can't believe how good it feels.  
Oh god, Mindy, I've wanted to do this... I've dreamed about 
this... I couldn't help it."
	"Me, too, Willy," Mindy cried.  "I've been dreaming of 
fucking you ever since the first time I did it.  I screwed those 
other guys so I wouldn't be tempted.  But all along, it was you.  
I imagined it was you when they did it to me.  I imagined it was 
your cock that was in me.  I wanted you to do it to me."
	I pressed myself against Mindy's lithe body, driving my 
prick into her pussy.  She twisted under me, jerking her hips 
spasmodically.  She was panting hard now, moaning deep in her 
throat each time our middles pressed together and my cock was 
driven all the way into her.
	"Oh, yes, baby, yes!" Mindy gasped through clenched teeth.  
"You're gonna make me do it.  Uhhhh!   Uhhhh!  Uhhhh!  Oh, god, 
Willy, I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come... I'm cummmmming!"
	Mindy seemed to lose control of her body for a moment.  Her 
arms clutched around my neck desperately, as if holding on for 
safety, while her hips jerked and snapped and shook.  She gave a 
long cry, almost a howl, and rapidly whipped her hips up and 
down, making my cock jump inside her.
	That was all I needed to push me over the edge, too.
	"Ohmigod, Mindy.  Yessss!  Me, too!  I'm coming, too!  
Take it!  Take it!  Arrrrrrrgh!"  Jets of cum shot out of my 
balls, raced up through the barrel of my cock and spurted into 
Mindy's writhing body.  She felt it pulse inside her and pushed 
her cunt up against me, taking my cock all the way in.
	"Yes!" she shouted.  "Give it to me, baby.  Shoot it!  
That's it.  Shoot your cum in my pussy.  Yes!  That's it!  Come in 
me, baby!"
	I collapsed on top of Mindy as if all my bones had turned 
to mush.  For a moment, I could do nothing but lay there.  When I 
finally came back to reality, I kissed her neck and then, 
recovering somewhat more, her cheek and forehead and eyes and 
lips.  She kissed me back passionately.
	"Jesus!" she said.  "I wanted to do that for so long."
	"Well, I wish you'd told me," I said.  "I've jerked off 
over you so many times I've lost count."
	"I wondered sometimes, when I would catch you looking at 
me," Mindy said, "but it's one thing to fantasize and another to 
do it.  I mean, once you've fucked your brother, there's no way 
to turn back, no way to un-fuck him."
	"Well, now you've fucked me," I said.  "Are you sorry?"
	"No way," Mindy said, grinning.  "In fact, I plan to do it 
again as soon as possible."
	I slid my cock in and out of her pussy for a while, not 
saying anything.  Mindy responded by rolling her hips around and 
around.  I could feel my prick start to stiffen again.
	"Is now too soon?" I asked.
	"No way," Mindy said again.  "I was hoping..."


4 - Bathroom Bonk

	After that, Mindy and I fucked as often as we could, 
including a number of times when we really shouldn't have taken 
the chance.  We were both horny as hell and ready to go at a 
moment's notice.  I screwed her in my bed one Saturday night 
after I came home from a date.  She sucked me off in the garage 
again while Mom was fixing dinner and Dad was expected home any 
minute.  
	She taught me to lick and suck her, too, and I quickly got 
to like it after some initial misgivings.  One Sunday, while Mom 
and Dad were visiting friends, we spent almost the entire 
afternoon in bed sucking each other, either taking turns making 
the other come or sixty-nining each other at the same time.
	Another time, a Saturday, Mom and Dad had left us at home 
to get ready for a birthday party at our Aunt's house while they 
went shopping for a gift.  Mindy and I flipped a coin to see who 
got the shower first, and I won.
	I had my head under the shower, washing shampoo out of my 
hair, when I head the shower door slide open behind me.  I looked 
back over my shoulder, and there was Mindy, naked, slipping into 
the shower with me.
	"I've always wanted to do this," she said with a grin.
	While I finished rinsing my hair, Mindy moved up behind me 
and began to rub her body against mine.  I could feel her tits, 
slick with soap, sliding across my back, her pert nipples erect 
and drawing lines across my skin.  I could also feel her wiry 
bush against my ass.  My prick sprang to full attention like a 
soldier saluting.
	I twisted around in Mindy's arms, bringing our chests 
together, and gave her a deep soul kiss.  While our tongues 
played, I slowly turned her around until her back was to the 
shower head and water was cascading down over us both.  I rotated 
her in the stream of water, getting her wet all over, then picked 
up the soap and began to slide it across her chest, around and 
over her tits, and down across her stomach.  I started to slide 
it between her legs, but she stopped me.
	"Wait," Mindy said, "let me wash your chest."
	She had a great method for doing so.  Mindy took the bar of 
soap from my hands and lathered up her own front, running her 
hands over her own tits, cupping each one and squeezing it, 
letting her fingers slip over them out to the hard little nipples 
that were poking out and demanding attention.  I watched, 
enjoying the show of Mindy playing with herself.
	Then she set the soap aside and hugged me, pressing our 
breasts together.  She began to roll her shoulders and slide her 
chest up and around and down, almost dancing against me.  The 
slippery, sensuous feel of her tits gliding across my chest was 
sexy as hell.  I put my hands on her hips, pulling her middle 
against me, but leaving her top free so she could "wash" me.
	After a while of this, I turned Mindy around with my back 
to the shower and her back to me.  Picking up the soap, I reached 
around her and indulged myself in washing her from the neck down 
again, sliding my hands all over her, cupping and squeezing her 
breasts gently.  Then, once again, I began to move the soap down 
her body.
	As I crossed her stomach, I avoided her middle, instead 
sliding the soap down the top of each thigh in turn, reaching as 
low as I could.  I also brought my hands around between us, first 
the left and then the right, running the soap bar over the cheeks 
of her ass.  I moved my hands back around to the front again and 
let my hands slide over her stomach and down along the insides of 
her thighs.  Mindy leaned back against me, rolling her shoulders 
in a slow, slippery rhythm, letting me play with her.
	There was soap all over her front, and I set the bar in the 
tray and continued to run my hands over her front.  Gradually, I 
moved my hands inward, sliding a hand up from as low as I could 
reach, between her thighs, to the point where her legs joined her 
torso.  But I avoided actually touching her pussy, instead 
letting my fingers trail around the outside, up and over and down 
again.  Mindy moved her feet as wide as possible in the tub, 
opening her thighs to give me freer access.
	"Ummmm," she murmured, "that feels so good, Willy."  She 
was leaning back against me, eyes closed.  She moved her hips 
back and forth and around in circles.  I could feel the muscles 
of her ass ripple, tightening and relaxing, as she moved.  Both 
of us were covered with soap, and her butt cheeks slid around 
against my pelvis.  My erect cock was pressed downward, and it 
slid up and down in the crack of her ass as she moved against me.
	Finally, I moved my fingers over her pussy, cupping them 
over her sex and moving lightly up and down.  Gradually, I pushed 
my middle finger a little deeper, so that it slipped between the 
lips of her cunt and slid back and forth through her slot.  Mindy 
began to rock back and forth, which not only helped me stroke her 
pussy but also made my cock slide back and forth in her crack.
	I moved my middle fingertip up to the top of her notch and 
began to run it lightly around and around, circling her clit, 
touching it gently, making it wobble under the light pressure of 
my finger.  Mindy moaned and thrust her hips forward, spreading 
her thighs as wide as her position allowed, encouraging and 
welcoming my touch.
	She was getting pretty excited by all this, and I thought 
for a while that she was going to abandon herself to the feeling, 
letting me stroke her to a climax.  But after a while, just as 
her moans were becoming almost continuous, she pushed away from 
me suddenly, as if she had had to gather her strength to break 
away.  She stepped forward, out of reach, and turned to face me.
	"Whew!" Mindy said, obviously collecting herself.  After a 
few deep breaths, she looked up and said, "Now it's my turn to 
wash you."
	My cock was sticking out like a crowbar between us, so 
stiff that the tip was higher than where it joined my body.  
Mindy reached behind me, got the soap bar from the tray, and 
lathered up her hands.  Then she put the soap back and wrapped 
both of her palms around me.
	Instead of jacking back and forth, Mindy began to run her 
hands from the base of my cock out to the tip, over and over, 
pulling one palm down and off the end just as her other hand 
gripped me around the base and repeated the move.  It was almost 
like milking, and the slippery, warm grasp of her palm sliding 
off over the sensitive head of my cock was very stimulating.
	I began to rock my hips back and forth a little, fucking my 
cock through her hands.  Mindy kept it up for a while, then took 
hold of my hips and turned me around to face the cascading water.  
It soon rinsed me off, which Mindy made sure of by running her 
hands all over me, from chest to knees, taking special care to 
get all the soap off my cock.
	When I was thoroughly rinsed, Mindy slipped around me, 
moving me back a step and knelt down facing me.  Cupping one hand 
behind my ass, she used the other to jack me off for several 
strokes.  Then she leaned forward and took the head of my prick 
into her mouth.
	The stream of water from the shower poured down over 
Mindy's head and shoulders.  Eyes closed, she began to push her 
head back and forth, dragging her tightly pressed lips up and 
down my cock.  When she pulled back, the water would arc over her 
head and splash against my belly until she thrust forward again, 
blocking the water and letting my prick slide into her mouth as 
deep as she could take it.  Her thumb and forefinger made a tight 
ring around the base of my cock, constricting and holding it at 
just the right angle for her eager, sucking mouth.
	I couldn't take very much of that.  It had been several 
days since the last time we had fucked, and I could feel the 
tingling start in my scrotum.  After about a minute of Mindy's 
oral work, I backed away, pulling my prick out of her mouth and 
her grasp.  I offered her a hand and helped her to her feet.  
Then I turned her around, facing the shower head.
	"Grab hold," I told Mindy.  "I'm gonna fuck you right now."
	Mindy reached up and took hold of the ledge that held soap 
and shampoo bottles.  I pulled her hips back toward me, and she 
arched her back inward, thrusting her butt back toward me.
	I grabbed my cock with one hand.  With the other, I reached 
around in front of Mindy and between her legs, which she spread 
as widely as possible.  Putting a finger on either side of her 
pussy, I spread the lips of her fuck channel while I guided my 
prick toward it with the other hand.  Bending my knees slightly 
and probing forward, I felt the opening and pushed forward with 
my hips, seating my cock in the entrance of her cunt.
	The water had washed the outer lips of Mindy's pussy free 
of lubrication, and the head of my prick almost squeaked as it 
worked its way in.  A little farther in, however, there was 
plenty of juice.  It was obvious that my little sister was pretty 
excited.  After the initial resistance, my cock slid into her 
easily, except for the friction around the opening.
	"Oh, yesssss," Mindy hissed.  "That's just exactly what I 
wanted.  Give it to me, Willy.  Fuck it.  Fuck my pussy hard."
	I started jerking my hips back and forth, thrusting hard 
into Mindy's cock tube and then pulling back and thrusting again.  
Mindy pushed back against me, holding her butt firm against the 
pounding of my pelvis against her soft cheeks.
	But the position was awkward for both of us, however sexy 
it was.  Mindy's hands kept slipping off the ledge, which was 
slick with water and soap, making it hard for her to keep her 
balance.  She tried shifting her grip to the shower head, but 
that raised her head too high and made the angle of penetration 
difficult.  
	Twice, my cock popped out of her pussy.  Each time, the 
cascading water washed off some of the lubrication, making it 
harder to force my prick back up Mindy's tunnel.   The second 
time almost hurt, as I insisted on pressing it all the way in 
against the tight friction of her mostly unlubricated pussy.
	"Damn!" I cursed, when I popped out for the third time.  
"This is fun, but it's too hard to keep it up.  Let's get out."
	We stepped out, quickly shutting off the water.  I grabbed 
a towel and tossed it to Mindy, then took one for myself.  We 
both rubbed our heads to get our hair partly dry, but before long 
we were drying each other.  I ran my towel over Mindy's torso and 
down her legs, then turned her around and bent her over the 
counter between the two sinks.
	Her back was almost horizontal, which made for a much more 
satisfactory position.  Mindy spread her feet wide apart and 
thrust her ass back toward me.  Moving up behind her, I quickly 
fed my cock into her notch and worked it into the depths of her 
pussy.  Mindy put her head down on folded arms and let me fuck 
her, rocking back and forth slightly in time to my more forceful 
thrusts.  She moved one hand down between her legs and began to 
stroke her clit.  I grabbed her ass cheeks with my hands and 
pulled them apart, exposing her asshole to view.
	She must have been pretty worked up, because the 
combination of my slamming, penetrating cock sliding in and out 
of her cunt and the touch of her own fingers on her clit soon had 
Mindy moaning and crying out.
	"Unnhh... Unnhh... Yessssss... Do it, Willy!  Oh, jeez!  
Unnhh!  Unnhh!   Fuck it!  Fuck me hard!  Yessss!  Just like 
that, baby!  Oh, push it in there!  Fuck me!  Give it to me!"
	Mindy's little brown puckered asshole intrigued me.  I 
pressed one thumb against it and rolled it around and around.  
She seemed to like that, thrusting her butt back and wriggling 
her hips.  I tried to push my thumb into her backdoor, but it was 
too dry and Mindy winced forward.  
	I grabbed a plastic container of hand lotion from the sink 
counter, one with a pump top, and squirted several gobs of the 
cream into her ass crack.  Setting the lotion down, I returned my 
hand to her butthole.  After spreading it around, I pressed in 
with my thumb again.  This time, the first joint slid past the 
tightly-clenched pucker with minimal resistance.  I pressed 
harder, pushing my thumb in deeper and working it around and 
around.  Mindy moaned deeply and thrust her ass back at me, 
encouraging me to stick my thumb all the way in her rear.
	Suddenly, she started wheezing like an asthmatic and 
moaning so loudly that it was almost a shout.  "Ahhhh!  Unnhh!  
Oh, god!  Yes!  Unnhh!  Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"  She jerked back and 
forth, slamming her ass against my pelvis hard enough to cause 
audible smacks as flesh met flesh.
	I pushed my hips forward, trapping her thighs against the 
counter and burying my cock to the hilt in her pussy.  At the 
same time, I rotated my wrist, making my thumb twist around in 
her butt.  Mindy had slid forward on the sink counter, her face 
almost up against the mirror.
	Mindy's come shook her.  She jerked her hand out from 
between her thighs and balled it into a fist beside her face.  
Her hips shook and jerked.  She let out a rising "Oooooooooooh!" 
and then began crying inarticulately, over and over again as her 
orgasm shot through her in electric jolts.
	I hadn't come yet and, as Mindy slowed down, I wasn't 
getting much closer.  I'm not sure what came over me.  I looked 
down at my thumb up her asshole.  Memories of having heard of 
'cornholing' and 'buttfucking' leaped into my mind.  The tight 
pucker seemed looser and the lotion made it invitingly slippery.
	Popping my thumb out her butt at the same time I pulled 
back and slid my cock out of her pussy, I wrapped a hand around 
my prick and guided the head up to Mindy's butthole.  I pushed 
forward, but the resistance was greater than I had expected, 
especially since Mindy clenched her cheeks, tightened her anal 
opening, and tried to shrink forward and away from my probing 
pole.  My cock ran into a wall and bent painfully.
	"Ow!  Stop!" Mindy cried.  "That's the wrong place!"
	I hesitated only a moment.
	"No it isn't," I said.  "I'm going to put my cock in there.  
I'm gonna fuck your asshole, little sister."
	"No!" Mindy protested, but there was something less than 
complete rejection in her tone -- perhaps a hint of thrill, of 
danger, of forbidden excitement.  She tried to slide to one side 
and get away from me, put I put a hand in the middle of her back 
and pressed her against the counter.
	"Yes, goddamnit!" I hissed.  "Yes!  I gonna do it.  Hold 
still, goddamnit."
	Sliding my hand up just under the head of my prick, I 
pressed forward again, centering the tip in her ass pucker.  My 
legs were spread wide, outside Mindy's thighs, trapping her in 
front of me.  The hand on her back pinned her down further.  
Stiffening my cock with my hand, I hunched my hips forward again.  
The tightly clenched rosette of her asshole suddenly bloomed 
outward, and I saw the head of my dick push inside her.
	"Ahhhhhh!" Mindy yelled.  "Ow!  Ow!  Goddamnit, Willy, it 
hurts!  Take it out!  Please!  Pleeeeeeeease!"
	I didn't take it out, but I stopped pressing forward.  I 
held my position with the bulge of my cockhead trapped inside 
Mindy's tight asshole.  She snapped her hips first to one side, 
then the other, trying to dislodge me, but I stayed with her.  
She couldn't move forward with her thighs pressed hard against 
the sink counter, and she couldn't move backward without pressing 
my prick deeper up her ass.
	Mindy continued to whine for several moments, but the 
initial pain of my partial penetration seemed to have eased.  She 
moved her hips back and forth a few more times, more to ease the 
pressure than to try to rid her stretched anal opening of the fat 
intruder that had taken incomplete possession of it.
	When she stopped crying, Mindy took a deep and ragged 
breath.
	"That hurt like hell, Willy," she complained.  "You're too 
big!"  But her actions belied her words.  She moved her hips 
again, this time experimentally, in a slow, rolling, twisting 
motion, rather than in quick jerks that tried to get away.
	"Umm... Ooooh... It's not so bad, now," she panted.
	In response, I started pressing forward again.  Looking 
down between us, I saw another inch of my cock slide up her 
asshole.
	"Owwwwww!" Mindy yelped.  She threw her head back, eyes 
clenched shut, her mouth open in a grimace of pain.  I stopped 
again, but again kept my prick where it was.  I was a couple of 
inches up her butt, and there was no way she could get away from 
me now.  I was fiendishly, feverishly determined to get my cock 
into her ass.
	Once again, the pain of my penetration seemed to fade after 
a few moments.  Mindy relaxed her tense muscles.  I felt the 
tight ring of flesh that encircled my cock shaft ease slightly.
	Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, I pushed forward again, 
goosing my cock relentlessly up Mindy's butthole.  She winced, as 
if expecting another jolt of pain, but then seemed to realize it 
wasn't hurting as much as it had.
	"Oh, god, Willy, go slow!" she begged.  "It's not so bad if 
you go slow.  Wait!  Wait, please!  Give me a second.  Ahhhhh.  
Okay.  Okay.  Real slow, now.  Please.  Oh, god!  Oh, god!  It 
feels so big in there.  My butt is so small and tight.  Oh, 
jesus, Willy.  Go slow, honey.  Ah!  Ah!  Easy!"
	I was creeping in as slow as I could but, even so, a little 
more than half of my prick was now up her ass.  The feel was 
incredible.  It was similar, roughly, to sticking it in her 
pussy, but much tighter and less slippery.  Her asstube seemed to 
clutch at my cock.
	When Mindy drew a sharp breath and then whined, I stopped 
pushing forward and slowly drew back until just the head was 
still in her butt.  Then I moved forward again, still slowly and 
gradually.  I reached the previous point of maximum penetration 
and smoothly, minutely, slid past it and deeper.  Mindy's fists 
clenched tightly and she moaned, but she did not try to move 
away.  Indeed, she held her hips steady now, offering me a firm, 
solid target.
	I got all but an inch up her ass this time before stopping 
and pulling back again.  Mindy let out a deep breath that she had 
been holding when I let up the inward pressure.  I let her pant 
for a moment before I began my relentless slide up her asshole 
again.
	Mindy made a strange, new sound, a high keening 
"Eeeeeeeeee!" as I slowly forced my cock deeper and deeper up her 
butthole, pressing forward into new territory.  I felt and saw 
the cheeks of her ass brush and then press against my stomach.  
Moving my hands to her hips, I pulled back on them, slowly but 
persistently, forcing her backward onto my thrusting cock, 
burying it to the hilt in her ass.
	"Arrrrgggh!" Mindy moaned.  "Hold it!  Please, Willy.  
Don't move for a second.  Just let me get used to it.  Please!  
Hold still for  a moment."
	I was happy to oblige, since I was enjoying the unique 
pleasure of having my cock wrapped in an entirely new experience.  
Mindy's tight anal tube twitched spasmodically every few moments, 
increasing the already strong pressure that surround my cockshaft 
in the tightest grip it had ever felt.  I spread her asscheeks 
with my thumbs and pressed forward as far as possible, holding my 
prick buried all the way in her back channel.
	After a while, Mindy relaxed.  She began to roll her hips 
around on my cock again.   Her breathing was still ragged, but 
now it was more passion than pain.
	"Jesus, Willy, I never thought we'd do this!  I mean... One 
of the girls I know talked about it once, but we didn't believe 
her.  She said she liked it more this way than regular fucking, 
especially because she couldn't get pills and didn't like 
rubbers.  I thought she was lying.  But it feels good!"
	Experimentally, I pulled back about half an inch, then 
pressed all the way back up her asshole again.
	"I think it's okay, now," Mindy panted.  "Go slow, though.  
Try it, Willy.  Move back and forth a little.  Pump me a little."
	Tentatively, then with increasing confidence, I began to 
slip my cock in and out of her ass channel.  At first, I moved 
just a little bit, slightly more than an inch back and forth.   
Mindy held still at first, then gradually joined in, shifting 
back and forth in harmony with my movements, tense with the fear 
of pain, but slowly relaxing as her butt tube grew used to this 
large invader.
	I began to shove in and out of Mindy's ass with more 
authority.  She held still at first, holding firm to give me a 
solid target to oppose my thrusts.  She began to pant with 
passion, and gradually her hips movements became more 
uninhibited, more demanding, more open.  Once again, she slipped 
a hand under her stomach and into her snatch.  She rubbed her 
clit for several strokes, then reached back further and felt with 
her fingers around her ass, briefly circling a thumb and finger 
around the shaft, then cupping my balls and squeezing very 
gently.  She let go after a few moments and moved her hand back 
to her notch, where she began rubbing her clit again in time to 
my movements in and out of her butt.
	I continued to slide in and out of Mindy's asshole, 
gradually increasing the force of my movements.  Soon, I was 
snapping my hips forward to drive my cock all the way up her ass, 
then dragging it back, only to plunge forward again.  We were 
both getting very hot and passionate.  Mindy was making almost 
continuous moaning sounds and had begun jamming her hips backward 
to drive my prick deeper.  Between her thighs, her hand was 
rotating rapidly.  She moaned, groaned and whimpered as I fucked 
her ass with increasing vigor.
	"Ohmigod, Willy, I don't believe how good that feels," 
Mindy gasped.  "Does it feel good to you?"
	"Are you kidding?  It feels fucking incredible!" I told 
her.  "Your asshole is so tight.  Squeeze me, sis.  That's 
right... Squeeze it like that... Oh, god, yessss!"
	I hadn't expected to get Mindy off again.  I really had no 
thought about her at all when I had decided to jam my cock up her 
ass.  It was purely for me.  I hadn't come yet, and the 
temptation of her exposed anal pucker had just been too much to 
deny.  But I could tell that the combination of her flying 
fingers and my deep butt probes had Mindy going again.  She was 
whimpering almost continuously, giving out little grunts of 
passion each time I plunged my cock into the depths of her 
asshole.
	"Your ass is so sexy, sis," I told her, knowing that I was 
getting closer, too.  "You should see it.  Your cheeks are spread 
wide, especially when I push all the way in like this..."  I 
shoved my cock in all the way and, holding her against me by her 
hipbones, ground my pelvis around, making my cock rotate deep 
inside her.  Mindy groaned with pleasure.  She clutched her fists 
and pounded them on the sink counter.
	"Oh, jeez, Willy, you're gonna make me come again," she 
cried, and, almost before she got it out, began to buck and jerk 
as her orgasm bolted through her.  "Ahhhhhhhhhh, GOD!  Oh yessss!  
It's so good!  I don't believe it!  Ram me, Willy!  Ram your cock 
up my butt!  Doitdoitdoit!  Oooh!  Oooh!  Arrgghhhhhh!"
	It was way too much for me.  I looked down at my cock, 
jerked my hips back and slammed it home, slapping against her 
soft ass cheeks.  The obscene sight of my rampant bone plunging 
into her butthole while Mindy cried and jerked and shuddered in 
the throes of her second orgasm sent me plummeting over the edge.  
I felt the cum boil out of my balls and gush into her spasming 
asstube.  I slammed my prick in and out twice more, then buried 
it to the hilt, jamming it all the way up her butt, yanking Mindy 
back onto it as the last jets spurted deep into her back tunnel.
	I fell across Mindy's back, keeping my cock deep in her 
backside.  We lay that way for a while, with Mindy rolling her 
hips occasionally to work my prick inside her.  I kissed her back 
and the back of her neck and nuzzled her ear.
	When I had caught my breath, I pushed my upper body erect, 
keeping my hips pressed against her ass and my cock deep in her 
butt.  Slipping my hands under her arms, I lifted up on her 
shoulders.  Mindy came up easily and I pulled her back to lean 
against me.
	We were facing the mirror, Mindy in front of me, my head 
behind and beside hers.  I wrapped one arm around her chest just 
under her tits and held her back against me.  I slid my other 
hand between her legs and let my middle finger slip back and 
forth through her slot.  Pressing back against her pubic mound, I 
drove her ass back against me, forcing my cock as deep as 
possible into her ass.
	"Well, that was something different," I said.  "Did you 
like it?"
	"Yeah," Mindy admitted, "although I never thought I would.  
But it was really sexy." She squeezed my prick with her asstube.  
"Still is."
	She leaned against me for a while, rotating her hips to 
enjoy the feel of my cock in her butt.  I stayed in her as long 
as possible, but gradually my prick became limp and popped out.  
Mindy trapped it between her asscheeks and pressed back against 
me.
	"Well," I said, "I think I need a shower again."
	"Me, too," Mindy admitted.  "But I think I'll wait until 
you're done or I'll never get cleaned up."
	I turned her around for another kiss, then started the 
shower again and climbed in.  Mindy pulled on a light robe and 
left.  She came back after I finished my shower and we traded 
places.  By the time Mom and Dad got back from their shopping 
trip, we were down in the rec room watching television.  Our 
innocent, freshly-scrubbed faces showed no signs of our recent 
activities.


5 - A Bird in the Bush

	The next opportunity Mindy and I had for sex didn't turn 
out the way I expected.
	We had arranged to meet at the park, each leaving 
separately with different explanations of where we were going and 
when we would be back.  I had said I was "going to shoot some 
hoops" at the park, and Mindy was going shopping at the mall with 
her friend, Crystal.  Instead, we met at the playground.
	There was a place I had discovered where a cluster of 
bushes concealed an open space big enough for two but invisible 
from the outside.  We slipped through the bushes, and I pulled a 
blanket out of my sports bag and spread it on the ground in the 
clearing.
	We laid down together and began kissing and hugging.  But 
when I put a hand on Mindy's tit, she didn't respond as usual.  I 
could tell something was wrong.
	"What's up?" I asked.  "You seem distracted."
	"I'm sorry," Mindy said, "it's just..."
	"Yeah?"
	"Well... I've been thinking."
	"Thinking about what?"
	"About us," she said.  "Look, I don't want to hurt your 
feelings, but this isn't going anywhere."
	"What do you mean?" I asked, although I was pretty sure 
where she was going.  The truth is, I'd been thinking much the 
same.
	"Well, I don't exactly see us growing up and getting 
married," Mindy said.  "We can't even go out together.  You know 
that.  This has been fun -- don't get me wrong -- but it can't go 
on forever."
	I laid back and looked at the sky through a screen of 
branches.  I sighed.
	"Yeah, I know what you mean," I said.  "But..."
	"Look, Willy, I want you to know something," Mindy said.  
"I love you, really love you.  I've always looked up to you.  And 
I've wanted to ball you for a long time.  When I first learned 
about sex, you were the first person I imagined doing it with."
	"Me, too," I said.  "I mean, I really love you, Mindy.  I 
used to fantasize about you all the time, but I never really 
expected to do anything about it.  Now... Well, I don't want to 
let you go."
	"I know.  I don't want to stop, either," she said.  "But it 
isn't right, and if we keep on we're going to get caught."
	I thought about that for a while.  I didn't like it, but I 
had to admit she was right.  Mindy had laid her head on my 
shoulder, and I had my arm around her.  I wrestled with myself.  
To be honest, I wasn't sure if I loved Mindy, except as a sister, 
but I liked her a lot and I sure as hell loved fucking her.  I 
didn't want to give it up.
	"I don't know," I said.  "I don't know if I can stop.  
Seeing you, being around you... Well, it would be hard."
	"I know," Mindy said.  "I've been thinking about that, 
too."  She raised her head off my shoulder to look at me, then 
put her head down again.  "And I think maybe I've got an idea..."
	"Yeah?" I said.  "What?"
	"Well..."  Mindy hesitated, then took the plunge.  "I was 
thinking it wouldn't be so hard on you -- and me, too -- if we 
had somebody else to be with.  You know what I mean.  Somebody to 
do it with."
	The first thought that went through my mind was a jealous 
one.  I thought that Mindy was dumping me because she had 
somebody else lined up that she wanted to screw.  And the thought 
of somebody else -- anybody else -- between her thighs, putting 
his dick in her pussy, fondling and sucking her tits... well, it 
made me sad and mad and a lot of other stuff I couldn't put a 
name to.
	But Mindy surprised me.
	"And I was thinking," she said, "well, it's easier for me, 
you know.  I mean, I can pretty much get anybody I want.  You 
know, bat my eyes, wiggle my hips, stick out my chest.  Guys are 
easy that way."
	"Yeah," I said, wishing someone would bat, wiggle and stick 
out in my direction.  My heart was still sinking.
	"So, I thought the main thing was to find someone for you," 
Mindy continued, "because if you had somebody else, it would be 
easier to stop."
	"Yeah," I said, sighing, "but it's not like I've got a 
bunch of 'em lining up for me, you know.  I've never even had a 
real girlfriend."  Just admitting that made me feel even more 
depressed.
	"Well," said Mindy, "I think I've got someone for you."
	My plunging emotions came to an abrupt halt and turned the 
other direction.  I had a sudden vision of plunging my prick into 
a faceless but otherwise voluptuous body.  Somebody else?  For 
me?
	"What do you mean?"
	"Well," Mindy said, "you know Susan Modine?"
	My heart thumped.  Yes, I knew who Susan Modine was.  She 
was a classmate of Mindy's and, like Mindy, had a brother who was 
a year older -- Ronnie -- who was in my class.  Susan was, to put 
it simply, a fox, with long black hair, dark eyes, and the 
biggest tits in the ninth grade.  She was in the drill team with 
Mindy.
	"Yeah... so?"
	"I have it on good authority that she goes all the way."
	"How do you know?" I asked, immediately lost in a fantasy 
of shoving my prick into Susan Modine.
	"Uh... One of the guys I balled told me he had slept with 
her."
	"So what?" I said.  "Guys say that all the time.  It 
doesn't mean it's true."
	"Yeah, I know that, believe me," Mindy said, "so I asked 
her.  We had a long heart-to-heart talk about boys last week."
	"And...?"
	"Well, in so many words, she's a horny little bitch who's 
hot to trot... sorta like me.  But she's been fucking since she 
was 12."
	"No!"
	"Yes!  And guess who's high on her list for Mr. Next?"
	I gaped at her.  Mindy gave me a devilish smile.
	"That's right, big brother," she said, "none other than 
you.  Oh, she didn't exactly guarantee she'll pull her panties 
down at the first opportunity, but that was the general idea.  
She said, and I quote, 'I'd sure like to jump his bones!'  
And..."
	My heart was pounding, and my mind was reeling.  Susan 
Modine??  Me??  Then I realized Mindy was waiting.
	"And..." I prompted.
	"And you've got a date with her Saturday night," Mindy 
said.  "Or you will if you call her, that is.  A double date, 
actually."
	"W-w-what?"  All this was moving too fast for me, and I was 
having trouble keeping up.
	"A double date, like in two couples going out together," 
Mindy said, giving me a peculiar smile.  "Ronnie has his driver's 
license, and he can get their car."
	"Who's Ronnie going to take?" I asked.
	"Me," said Mindy, with a triumphant grin.
	"But... but... Will Mom and Dad let you go out on a real 
date?" I asked.  This had lately been a sore point around our 
house, with Mindy contending she was old enough to start dating, 
and the folks resisting the idea.
	"I talked it over with them last night while you were out," 
Mindy said, her grin spreading even wider.  "They agreed -- 
reluctantly.  But guess what finally convinced them?  They like 
the idea of you going along on my first date as chaperone!  How do 
you like that?!"
	We both laughed uproariously, wrapping our arms around each 
other and collapsing onto the ground.  If the folks only knew!
	When we stopped laughing, Mindy rolled over halfway onto 
me.  She looked at me seriously.
	"There's a couple of things..."
	"Yeah?"
	"Well, first, don't think I'm doing this because I'm tired 
of you or anything like that," Mindy said, wrinkling her brow.  
"Because, if you weren't my brother, I think I just might be in 
love with you.  And I'd be real happy to just go on like we 
have."  She hesitated for a moment.
	"But we're just asking for trouble if we keep going, you 
know.  And if I get hung up on you, what the hell am I going to 
do about it, anyway?  You know?"
	"Yeah, I know, sis," I said, saddened by the reality 
confronting us.  I was at least half in love with her myself, but 
I knew we couldn't go on this way forever.
	"And another thing," Mindy said.  "Don't you go getting 
jealous on me.  I'm gonna be in the front seat with Ronnie and...  
Well, I don't know what's gonna happen -- probably nothing -- but 
if I decide to let Ronnie touch the goodies, you behave yourself.  
I mean, don't take this chaperone thing to heart, you know?  You 
concentrate on Susan, and get us out of this mess.  Keep your 
eyes on the screen or on Susan.  I can take care of myself, you 
know what I mean?"
	"You mean if Ronnie starts pawing you..."
	"That's exactly what I mean," Mindy said firmly, "and don't 
you forget it.  If Ronnie starts pawing me, it'll be because I 
want him to, and I don't want you messing it up, okay?  Promise 
me!"
	"Well..." I said reluctantly, not at all enthusiastic about 
letting anyone else mess with my sister, especially not in front 
of me, "...okay, I guess."
	"Don't mess me up on this, brother," Mindy warned.  "I can 
handle it.  Look, let's be real clear about this.  If Ronnie 
wants to touch me, or if I want to touch him -- hell, if I decide 
to screw him in the front seat -- you keep out of it.  If I need 
help, I'll ask for it.  Otherwise, you butt out.  Okay?"
	"Well... okay," I repeated.
	Mindy smiled at me, glad to have this difficult subject out 
of the way.
	"And I promise to do the same," she said.  "I might be a 
little jealous -- maybe more than a little -- but what you and 
Susan do in the back seat is your own business, and I'll keep my 
nose out of it."
	All this talk about sex was getting me revved up.  Mindy 
was hinting that she might be prepared to go pretty far with 
Ronnie, and she seemed to think I might get farther than putting 
my arm around Susan.  The idea of touching those incredible tits 
that Susan pushed around in front of her made my balls clutch and 
my cock swell.  And maybe I wouldn't just touch them, but slip my 
hand into her blouse and maybe even open her bra and get my naked 
hand on her naked tits...
	All of which made me very conscious of Mindy lying across 
my chest.  She was soft and cuddly, and her breasts were wrapped 
around my ribs.  We were breathing in unison, and every time my 
chest swelled, hers did too, which pressed her tits against me.  
I sighed.
	Mindy reached up and stroked my cheek with her hand, then 
let it trail slowly down my chest and onto my stomach.  Then she 
rested her hand on my chest.
	"So, it's all over between us?" I asked, not really wanting 
to hear the answer.  But Mindy surprised me.  I could feel her 
cheek move against my chest as she grinned.
	"Well, maybe not just yet..." she said.  She slid her hand 
down my chest and across my stomach and wrapped her fingers 
around my cock, which swelled strongly at the contact.  I shifted 
position, turning toward her and pressing her breasts against my 
chest.  Mindy continued to stroke my prick with her hand.
	We kissed deeply and passionately.  I probed her mouth with 
my tongue, nibbled at her throat, and nipped at her nipples 
through her t-shirt and bra.  Mindy's practiced fingers slipped 
the button on my shorts and tugged down the zipper, then slid 
under the waistband of my undershorts and wrapped around my 
rampant erection.  She jacked up and down on my cock, her hands 
warm and slightly damp with perspiration.
	Before long, I had my hand in Mindy's shorts, too, and a 
finger in her pussy.  She was unusually wet, and her clit was a 
taut button that brought a gasp from Mindy each time I ran my 
finger over it.  She seemed especially turned on today.
	"I want you, now," Mindy panted.  "One more time, at least.  
Don't waste any more time, Willy.  Put it in me now!"
	We both pawed at each other's shorts, pushing them down.  
Mindy worked mine past my knees, but stopped me when I tried to 
push hers off over her shoes.
	"No," she said, "I don't want to take them all the way off.  
It's too hard to get them back on in a hurry.  (Had she done this 
before?)
	"Here," she said, twisting around and turning her back to 
me.  "Put it into me from behind.  Hurry, Willy!  I want it now!"
	I snuggled up behind her spoon-fashion, my hard-on jabbing 
her butt.  Mindy raised her top leg and opened her thighs as wide 
as possible.  Scooting down, I stuck my cock in the gap at the 
top of her legs.  It protruded in front.  Mindy wrapped her hand 
around the shaft just beneath the head and guided it toward her 
pussy.  I felt the slick lips of her slot and pushed forward.  
Instead of sliding home, my prick slid forward past her tunnel, 
bumping her clit, and sticking out in front.
	Mindy bent forward, moving her head away from me and 
pressing her butt against my stomach.  She grabbed my cock again 
and redirected it toward our mutual target.  This time, I got it 
lodged in the opening of her cunt and began to press forward 
steadily with my hips.  The head of my dick popped in, and I 
began to slowly sink it into her fuck channel with short pushes 
and shorter withdrawals.  Although Mindy was good and wet, the 
position made her pussy tighter than usual, and I was forced to 
move slowly, working my cock into her tight hole by half-inches 
instead of pounding it into her the way I usually did.
	Once I was all the way in her and my cock was lubricated 
with Mindy's juices, though, it soon became much easier.  I felt 
no great urgency, however, and took my time with this fuck, 
sliding into her slowly and sensuously.  
	Mindy's mood seemed to match mine.  I think we both felt 
sad, knowing that the excitement, the thrill, the almost 
overwhelming sexiness of the past few weeks was ending.  I 
stroked slowly in and out of her pussy from behind, sometimes 
pushing up behind her to force my cock as deep as possible, 
enjoying the feel of her soft buttocks against my stomach.
	 Mindy was much quieter than usual, saying little, sighing 
"Ahhh..." each time I pushed into her cunt, groaning faintly when 
I shoved my prick deep and ground my loins against her ass.  Her 
response was subdued, too, simply rocking back and forth, helping 
me slide my cock in and out of her love hole.
	We fucked like that for several minutes.  I pushed my hands 
up her back under her t-shirt and unfastened Mindy's bra, then 
slipped a hand around in front and under the loosened cups to 
squeeze and fondle her tits.  Finally, I felt the familiar 
tingling in my balls and knew my orgasm was approaching.
	"I'm getting close," I murmured.  "Are you...?"
	"Just go ahead, baby," Mindy whispered, pushing her butt 
back at me and beginning to rotate her hips lasciviously, urging 
me on, wanting me to come.  "Go on.  Give it to me, honey.  Come in 
my pussy.  Fuck me, Willy.  Come on.  Fuck me!"
	I slid both hands under her t-shirt front and moved them up 
to clasp her bare tits, pulling her back against my chest.  
Urgently, now, I plunged my cock in and out, slapping against her 
ass cheeks.  Mindy twisted against me, pressing her hips back to 
get as much of me in her as possible.
	"Ahhhh, God!" I croaked, and shot my cum into her in 
several short, forceful bursts.  Mindy ground her pussy onto my 
cock, rocking from side to side, urging me on.  She whimpered in 
sympathy and enjoyment, but I knew she was nowhere near cumming 
herself.
	When I finished, we lay stuck together for several minutes.  
I kissed her neck and cheek, and she turned her neck to kiss me 
with the side of her mouth.  Mindy brushed a hand over her eye, 
but not before I saw the trickle path of a tear.  Not knowing 
what to say, I said nothing.
	After a while, my penis had deflated and slipped out.  
Mindy dug a tissue out of her purse and used it to mop up the 
semen that was dribbling out, then pulled her up her panties and 
shorts.  She settled the bra around her breasts and then reached 
behind her back to refasten the hooks.  Meanwhile, I got up on my 
knees and put my own pants in order.
	We sat next to each for a while, not saying anything.  
Finally, Mindy sighed and looked at me.
	"Well," she said, "I guess we should be going."
	"Yeah," I said.  "You want to go back first?"
	"I guess so," Mindy said, without enthusiasm.  She got to 
her knees and wrapped her arms around me.
	"See you later," she said.
	"See you later," I echoed.  She grabbed her purse, slipped 
out of the shelter of the bushes, and was gone.  
	I followed her out, dragging the blanket behind me, shook 
the leaves off when I could stand up, and tucked it back into my 
bag.  Then I set off in the other direction, taking a longer way 
home.


6 - Drive-In Dive-In

	Ronnie and Susan Modine picked up Mindy and me at just 
after 7 p.m. on Saturday evening in their family's Chevy sedan.  
We were going to the drive-in, and the show was set to start at 8 
p.m.
	I had called Susan the same day Mindy had told me about her 
arrangement with them.  At dinner, Mom and Dad apologized for 
making plans for me and told me that I wasn't obligated.  I acted 
the part of The Noble Son, assuring them that I didn't mind 
chaperoning Mindy on her first official date and that "Who knows?  
I might even have fun."  They seemed pleased by my attitude.
	When I called Susan after dinner, her mother answered and 
called her to the phone.
	"Hi!" said Susan, when she picked it up.  She sounded 
happy.
	"Hi yourself," I said.  "Uh... I guess Mindy has sort of 
set us up for Saturday night.  Is that okay with you?"
	"Oh yeah," she said.  "I was hoping you'd call.  How 'bout 
you?  Is it okay with you?"
	"Uh huh," I said.  "Sometimes my little sister meddles, but 
I think this time she did good.  I'm looking forward to it.  I 
probably wouldn't have had the nerve to call you on my own."
	"Well, that would be a shame," Susan said.  "I'm glad you 
did."
	We chatted for a while, making (confirming) plans for 
Saturday night.  I felt comfortable with her almost immediately, 
and we bantered about brothers and sisters and how ya love to 
hate 'em.  She said Ronnie was a royal pain, sometimes, but he 
wasn't so bad now that they were older.  I admitted that Mindy 
wasn't so bad now, either.  I didn't say that she could be very 
bad these days, but I thought it.
	After talking with Susan, I felt a lot better about the 
coming date.  I liked the way she talked to me and even admitted 
to myself that I was looking forward to going out with her, 
regardless of what happened.
	The next two days passed slowly, though.  I wasn't 
convinced that the bird in the bush was worth giving up for the 
one in hand.  I followed Mindy around the house with soulful 
eyes, hoping for some attention.  I still wanted her.
	But Mindy was keeping her distance.  She wasn't cold to me, 
but she made it clear that nothing was going to happen.  Saturday 
morning, we washed the cars together again, which stirred up 
memories for me.  I couldn't help getting turned on, and I know 
Mindy noticed it, but she said and did nothing.  
	Afterward, when we went in to change clothes, I grabbed her 
in the hallway and wrapped my arms around her.  Mindy gave me a 
warm hug, but the sexual content was zero.  She kissed me on the 
cheek and whispered "Save it for tonight," then slipped out of my 
arms and went into her room.

	Ronnie did a good job with Mom and Dad.  He came into the 
house -- Susan with him -- shook Dad's hand and called him "sir," 
complimented Mom's hairdo, and chatted with my folks until Mindy 
was ready.
	Susan came over and stood next to me, saying little but 
giving me a nice smile.  She was wearing a matching shorts and 
halter top outfit, with her long, dark hair in a ponytail.  The 
top was one of those bare midriff thingies that draped loosely 
from her tits, which sat up firm and high on her chest.  My 
imagination had not exaggerated them.  The girl was built.  Even 
my dad noticed.  I saw him run his eyes down her body a couple of 
times when he thought nobody was looking.
	Mindy appeared before the conversation had time to lag, 
bouncing down the stairs, smiling.  She was wearing cutoffs and a 
sleeveless blouse, with a sweater draped over one arm.  (Mom had 
insisted on the sweater.)  We made quick goodbyes after 
confirming that, yes, we would be back by 11:30.  Mom and Dad 
watched from the window as we climbed into the car.
	Susan opened the back door and got in, sliding across to 
leave room for me.  I followed, admiring her firm, teenage ass as 
she climbed in, resisting the temptation to pat it.  Ronnie held 
the door for Mindy, then went around to the driver's side.  He 
started the car, signalled, and pulled away carefully.  Mom waved 
from the window, and Mindy waved back.
	"Free at last!" Mindy said, and we all laughed.
	Once we got to the drive-in, we bought tickets for some 
crime movie that I don't remember the title of.  Frankly, I 
didn't watch much of it.  Ronnie picked a spot toward the back to 
park, although there were plenty of slots open closer to the 
screen.  The four of us made a trip to the snack bar and returned 
to the car with more than 15 minutes to showtime.
	We chatted while waiting for the movie to begin.  Ronnie 
and Mindy sat far apart, turning almost sideways in their seats 
to talk with Susan and me.  Ronnie and I would be juniors in 
September.  We were both in the college prep curriculum and had 
shared several classes in the past two years.  Mindy and Susan 
had lots of things in common -- classes, drill team, friends, and 
so on.
	Finally, the movie started.  The lights went out in the 
parking lot and the previews came up on the screen.  Mindy 
adjusted the volume of the speaker, which was on her side.  Then, 
giving me a look, she slid across the front seat next to Ronnie.  
That put her head right in front of Susan, who promptly slid to 
right, next to me.
	Somewhere about the start of the actual movie, Ronnie put 
his arm around Mindy, but made no other move.  It was still 
pretty light out.  When Susan and I finished our soft drinks and 
the popcorn we were sharing, she put them on the floor to her 
left.  I offered my hand, and she took it, scooting up closer.  
We watched the movie for a while, holding hands.
	Finally, about an hour into the movie, it was fully dark.  
A love scene had begun up on the screen.  The hero was about to 
get it on with the girl he had picked up at a bar.
	I saw Ronnie turn and look at Mindy.  She looked back.  
Ronnie lifted an eyebrow, quizzically, flicking his eyes toward 
the back seat.  Mindy made a little move of her head that meant 
"Who cares?"  She leaned toward Ronnie and raised her lips to be 
kissed.  Ronnie was happy to oblige.
	I couldn't help feel a pang of jealously.  Those were my 
sister's lips, who only a few days ago had used them to kiss 
me, instead of this... this.. stranger.  I'm sure I was glaring 
at them.
	Susan either knew or sensed something.  Perhaps she assumed 
it was big brother feeling protective.  Anyway, she squeezed my 
hand and got my attention.  When I looked at her, she smiled and 
scooted closer, and raised her own lips to be kissed.  I did, and 
then I didn't pay any attention to Ronnie and Mindy for a long 
time.
	When Susan kissed, she didn't fool around about it.  As 
soon as my lips touched hers, I felt her tongue lick out and 
slide across them, then dart out, probe between my lips and 
retreat.  I pushed my tongue forward in response and she opened 
to me, welcomed me, licked at my tongue with hers.  We mashed our 
lips together, turning our heads from side to side as we dived 
into a passionate kiss.
	We might never have ended that first kiss except that our 
position was a little awkward.  I pulled my hand away from where 
Susan was clutching it in her lap and put my arm around her neck.  
Then I kissed her again, and she kissed me back.  And how.  
	She turned toward me, making an eager, welcoming sound in 
her throat, and pressed those gorgeous, enormous chest pillows 
against me.  I slid my other arm across us and under her arm, 
pulling her to me, which just happened to lay my biceps against 
left tit.  If I had flexed my arm muscle, I'd have made that 
luscious tit bounce against its twin.  Susan didn't seem to mind; 
she just pressed harder against me.
	After a while, I broke away from her lips and started 
kissing other handy places.  I kissed across her cheek and blew 
in her ear, then followed it with the tip of my tongue.  I kissed 
my way down her jaw and onto her neck, nibbling at the sensitive 
spot behind her jaw.  When I moved lower, kissing the hollow of 
her neck, Susan relaxed back against the seat, letting her head 
tilt back and giving me free access.
	Dimly, in the background, I had heard Ronnie and Mindy 
shifting around and murmuring to each other.  Now, when I glanced 
up, they had disappeared.  From what I could make out, based 
mostly on sound, they were lying with their head toward the 
passenger side, kissing and fondling each other.  I heard Mindy 
whisper "Wait... Here..." and a sigh accompanied by rustling 
clothing.
	Susan took my hand and sank backward slowly on the seat, 
her head pointed in the opposite direction.  She tugged on my 
hand, pulling me toward her.  I got my knees on the seat and then 
laid down beside her and partly on her.  My left leg was sort of 
lying awkward on top of hers until Mindy raised one knee, letting 
my leg slide between hers.  I pressed it forward until it was 
stopped by her middle.  Susan spread her legs wider and pushed 
her hips forward, rubbing her pussy along the top of my thigh.
	Susan giggled as I snuggled up close.
	"Hello," she whispered.  "Have we met?"
	"Permit me to introduce myself," I said, mimicking her 
bantering tone.  "I'm a man of wealth and taste."
	"You taste good!" Susan said, grinning.  "And smell good, 
too."
	She pushed up against me, rubbing her pussy on my thigh 
again, dragging it slowly and deliberately up and down.  My boner 
swelled between us, digging into her stomach.
	"Please to make your acquaintance, you devil, you," she 
said.  I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers again, 
pushing my tongue into her mouth.  Susan opened wide to me, 
teasing my tongue with her own.
	I could hear more muffled sounds from the front seat.  
Besides increasingly heavy breathing and the soft, smacking 
sounds of kisses, I heard the faint pop of a snap being released, 
followed by the sibilant rasp of a zipper.  A moment later, I 
heard Mindy moan faintly.
	All this might have bothered -- or at least interested -- 
me, but I had my hands full with (and of) Susan.  Risking a 
rebuff, I slid my free hand up her arm and slipped it inward and 
cupped it over her tit.  Far from rejecting me, however, Susan 
pushed her shoulder forward and pressed her soft breast into my 
palm, obviously relishing my touch there.  She kissed me harder, 
passionately, then put her hand on my butt and pulled me into 
her, pushing up against me at the same time with her hips.
	I kneaded Susan's tit for a while.  Then, taking advantage 
of the short, loose halter top, I slid my hand under it and 
resumed my attentions to her breast, one layer of cloth closer to 
bare flesh.  Susan didn't seem to mind at all, again pressing 
herself up against my hand and rolling her shoulders.
	Emboldened by her acceptance, I pushed my fingers over the 
top edge of her bra and poked them down into the cup.  The soft, 
creamy flesh of Susan's voluptuous tit pressed back against the 
top of my fingers.  Still getting no objection, I pushed my 
fingers deeper and touched the firm nub of her nipple, straining 
against the fabric of her bra.
	Susan put her lips to my ear.
	"Yessss," she hissed.  "Touch me.  Ahhhhh!"  She wriggled 
her body against me.  Pushing still deeper, I was able to trap 
her nipple between two fingers and roll it gently back and forth.
	"Ahhhhh," Susan sighed, "that feels good."  She pulled her 
chest in, shrinking slightly inside her bra and giving me a 
little more room to toy with her hard button nipple.
	"Wait," she whispered.  She tried to lift up against my 
weight and awkwardly tried to get her free hand behind her back 
but soon gave up and flopped back against the car seat.
	"I can't do it," Susan hissed.  "Can you unhook me?"
	Wondering at this bold, sexy girl, I slipped my fingers out 
of her bra cup and, still under her loose top, slid my hand 
behind her back.  Susan raised up as much as she could again, and 
I crawled my fingers along the strap of her bra until I found the 
clasps.  Pinching the fabric together from either side, I was 
delighted when both hooks immediately slid free, just as if I had 
done this a thousand times.
	Susan sighed with relief and laid back down as I pulled my 
hand out from behind her.  Before I could move it back to her 
tit, she reached between us, curled her fingers under her halter 
and grasped  the bottom edge of her bra.  Then, wriggling her 
shoulders and moving her hand from one cup to the other, Susan 
worked both the halter and her bra over her breasts and up under 
her armpits, baring herself from the waist up.
	In the dim light, I could still see plainly enough.  Her 
tits were at least twice the size of Mindy's -- two great, soft 
pillows of flesh capped with the darker pink circles of her 
areolas and tipped with the hard nubbins of her nipples.  These 
were smaller than I had expected-- no larger than Mindy's, 
really, about the size and color of a pencil eraser.
	In wonderment, I brought my palm up and cupped one of 
Susan's breasts.  It more than filled my hand but was firm 
despite its size and her position.  I squeezed it in my hand, 
running my thumb down along the top to catch and pinch the nipple 
between thumb and forefinger.
	"Ahhh, yessss," Susan sighed.  "That's better."
	As I kneaded her tit, I was once again dimly aware of 
sounds from the front seat.  They were changing position.  Self-
consciously, I started to pull my hand away, but Susan put her 
hand behind my shoulder and pressed our chests together, trapping 
my hand between us.
	"It's okay," she whispered.  "They're not interested in 
us."
	I could hear Ronnie and Mindy moving around.  With my back 
to the front seat and with Susan pressing me against her, I 
couldn't turn my head far enough to see anything, but it seemed 
like Ronnie was shifting position, moving back against the 
passenger side door.  I heard the faint clink of a buckle.  There 
was pause, a little pop, and once again the sound of a zipper 
being dragged down.
	"Go ahead," I heard Ronnie whisper.  "Do it!"
	It was so quiet that I could hear the faint rustle of 
cloth.  Then Ronnie gave a long, drawn out "Ahhhhhhhhhh, god!"  I 
was pretty sure that Mindy was sucking his dick.
	Susan suppressed a giggle.  She had heard it, too, and had 
guessed what was going on.
	"Lollipop, lollipop, oh, lolly-lolly-lolly..." she sang in 
a whisper, making me laugh.  But she quickly distracted my 
attention from the front seat.  She let go of my shoulder and 
slid a hand between us.  Grabbing the bottom of my t-shirt, she 
began tugging it up.
	"I want to feel you against me," Susan said.
	I helped her pull my shirt up, baring my chest.  Leaning 
forward, I pressed it against her soft tits.  We wrapped our arms 
around each other and pulled our bodies together.  The feeling of 
her breasts against my chest was amazing.  I hunched my hips, 
pressing my cock against her belly, and pushed my leg up between 
her thighs, rubbing it against her snatch.
	"Oooh, yeah," Susan breathed.  She moaned in pleasure.  
"Oh, god, Willy, raise up a little."
	Thinking I was crushing her, I pushed up from her, 
straightening my arms. But Susan just moved her hand down between 
us.  Her fingernails traced across my stomach and onto the front 
of my pants.  She cupped her palm over my rock-hard prick and 
squeezed it gently, then slowly stroked along it from bottom to 
top.  I swelled up under her touch.
	"Ummmmm," Susan whispered.  "Nice!"
	I lowered my lips to her tit.  The nipple was poking out at 
me.  I pursed my lips and pushed them onto it, then sucked in 
hard.  Susan moaned and quivered with pleasure.
	From the front seat, I heard Ronnie gasp "Ohhh, baby!"  I 
could hear a faint, liquid sound, repeating over and over.  I 
pictured Mindy's head bobbing up and down as she sucked Ronnie's 
cock.
	Susan squeezed mine, recapturing my attention.  She put her 
lips up to my ear and licked it salaciously, probing into the 
sensitive canal with her tongue tip.
	"Would you like me to do that to you?" she whispered.
	My cock swelled up so suddenly that I'm surprised it didn't 
rip my pants.
	"Jesus!" was all I could say.
	"Does that mean yes?" Susan asked impishly, gripping my 
prick hard and moving her hand up and down it.
	"Uh...yeah, sure" I said stupidly.
	Her slim fingers probed into my fly and found the zipper.  
Slowly, silently, she worked it downward.  The fact that my 
erection was stretching the fabric and holding it straight no 
doubt helped.  When she got it all the way down, Susan slipped 
her fingers inside my pants, paused a moment to stroke me again 
through my undershorts, then fumbled briefly until she found the 
opening.
	The first touch of her fingers on my naked cock was 
electric.  It swelled up against her fingers and pushed out 
against the cloth.  Susan struggled for a few moments trying to 
get the head through the slit, but it was an impossible task one-
handed.  She wrestled her other arm out from under us.  Using one 
hand to hold the slit in my underwear open, Susan finally managed 
to pull it up high enough and pull my prick down far enough to 
get the head through the opening.
	My bare cock slid out into the air, protruding through the 
fly.  I don't think it had ever been so hard.
	"Ooooh," Susan cooed.  "That's a nice one."
	I wondered briefly how many she had to compare it with, but 
I really didn't care.  Holding my pants against my stomach with 
one hand, Susan slid her other hand along my prick from top to 
bottom, letting her fingers stroke lightly over the sensitive 
skin.  She clasped the head in her palm as if she was shaking 
hands with my dick, then pushed her damp palm down the shaft.  
Gripping it near the middle, she squeezed firmly and stroked up 
and down a few times, sliding the skin over the hard core 
beneath.
	"We need to change sides," Susan whispered.  "Roll over 
me."
	It was hard to change position in the cramped quarters of 
the back seat without banging around.  We moved slowly, keeping 
our bodies pressed together as much as possible.  I rolled on top 
of Susan and stayed there a moment, lying with my legs between 
hers and my naked prick pressed against her notch.  Susan bucked 
her hips up to meet it, rubbing her thinly-covered crotch against 
me.  I could feel the faint depression of her pussy beneath her 
shorts.
	Then I rolled sideways against the seat back and Susan 
scooted her butt outward.  It took several tries, but finally she 
was free of my weight.  She slid her legs off the seat and knelt 
on the floor, turning to face me.
	Over the back of the front seat, I could see the top of 
Ronnie's head pressed up against the door and window.  If he had 
raised up, he would have been able to see us, but he had his mind 
on other things.  I heard him groan again over the background of 
faint, slurping sounds from around the middle of the front seat, 
just about where his cock would be.  I saw Mindy's head come up 
part way, but she didn't look toward the back seat.  She moved 
forward, apparently kissing Ronnie, then disappeared again.  The 
slurping sound resumed.
	Susan was sitting back on her heels, her hand wrapped 
around my cock, stroking up and down on it.  Looking past her 
sensuously sliding fist, I could see her naked tits, full and 
voluptuous.  Susan looked up at me and gave me a lewd smile, then 
licked her lips.
	Raising up on her knees, Susan leaned toward me and brought 
first one breast, then the other, to rub across the head of my 
dick.  Using her hand to rotate the shaft, she slid my cockhead 
around the circumference of each tit and then ran it back and 
forth across her erect nipples.  My cock jumped and twitched in 
her hand.
	Susan sat back on her heels again.  She looked up at me and 
slowly lowered her mouth to my prick.  Still holding my eye, she 
stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of the head, then 
pursed her lips and pushed them downward and over the top.
	Slowly, slowly, Susan moved her tightly clutching lips down 
onto my cock, taking more and more of me into her mouth.  I felt 
the head of my prick nudge the roof of her mouth and slowly slide 
across it.  Mindy had never managed to get more than half of my 
dick into her mouth, but Susan passed the halfway point and kept 
going.  I felt the head push into the tight gap of her throat, 
trapped between tongue and palette.  Susan tried to go further, 
made a guttural, choking sound-- "gakk"-- and finally began to 
back off, pulling her head up slowly, rubbing the bottom side of 
my cock with her tongue.
	When she got to the top, Susan sucked hard on the head of 
my dick, hollowing her cheeks.  Then, maintaining the tight 
suction, she pushed downward again and slowly slid down my boner.
	I was mesmerized, unable to speak or move.  The sexy sight 
of Susan swallowing my stiff shaft was incredibly stimulating.  
Pulling her head up again, she moved her hand up close to her 
mouth, wrapped her fingers tightly around my prick and twisted 
her wrist, making her clutching hand rotate back and forth around 
the column of flesh.  At the same time, she used her tongue to 
lash from side to side under my cock head.
	Keeping her grip tight, Susan pushed her head forward 
again, forcing her hand to slide down the shaft in front of her 
lips.  She couldn't take me as deeply into her mouth because her 
hand blocked the way, but my entire prick was wrapped in a tight 
tube of fingers and mouth that squeezed and twisted and licked at 
it.  My balls twitched and my cock jerked in response.  I knew it 
wouldn't take much more of this to make me come, and I wasn't sure 
what to do.
	Apparently, Ronnie had no such doubts.  From the front 
seat, the pace of things suddenly picked up.  I guessed from 
personal experience that the rapid "smick-smick-smick" sounds I 
heard were caused by Mindy jacking her hand rapidly up and down 
Ronnie's cock, urging him, coaxing him, compelling him to shoot 
his load into her eagerly sucking mouth.
	Ronnie made a strained, almost desperate sound, then 
exhaled sharply.  Mindy gulped, then gulped again, moaning deep 
in her throat between swallows and gasping for air through her 
nose.  I pictured her lips clamped tight around Ronnie's dick, 
plunging up and down, cum leaking out of the corners of her 
mouth.  Then the sounds stopped, and Ronnie let out a long sigh.
	Susan lifted her lips off me and looked up, smiling.  "You 
next!" she mouthed, then stuck her tongue out and rubbed the head 
of my cock against it.  She took it back into her mouth and began 
to swallow my prick again.
	Somewhere off behind me, I heard a car door bang.  The top 
of Ronnie's head suddenly popped into view as he craned his neck 
to see.
	"Uh-oh," he said.  "Security.  Quick!"
	We all started scrambling to put ourselves back together.  
Susan popped me out of her mouth, grabbed hold of her bra and top 
where they were still bunched up over her tits, and quickly 
pulled them down over her chest.  Then, she pushed herself up 
from the car floor and spun around into the seat as I sat up and 
moved my legs over.  Looking around to make sure no one could see 
her yet, Susan leaned forward, put both her arms behind her back, 
and began to hook her bra together.
	Wincing with pain and strain, I managed to bend my cock 
enough to stuff it back into my pants.  Straightening my legs as 
much as possible, I jerked my zipper up in several pulls.
	Meanwhile, in the front seat, Mindy raised up as Ronnie 
scooted under her and moved back behind the wheel.  I could tell 
Mindy's blouse was open because it flapped loose as she spun 
around to sit down.  Her head pressed back on the car seat -- 
apparently pulling up her shorts.  I heard a quick zip, and then 
her head bent forward as she rebuttoned her blouse, muttering 
"Damn... damn... damn..."  Ronnie was apparently having trouble 
getting his pants together, as he kept pushing back against the 
seat, then bending forward, then pushing back again as he 
struggled to pull them up and zip the front.
	Just as Ronnie finally settled into his seat, I glanced 
over my shoulder and saw a uniformed rent-a-cop coming around the 
rear of the car next to us.
	"Here they come," I murmured, fixing my eyes on the screen.
	We tried to ignore the guard as he walked up to Ronnie's 
window, but he leaned forward and tapped a knuckle against it.  
Ronnie rolled the window down.  The guard took a deep sniff 
through his nose.
	"Well," he said, "I guess there's no drugs in here -- 
unless you count teenage hormones as a drug."  He snickered at 
his own joke.  "What say we watch the movie, huh?"  As he started 
to walk away, he added over his shoulder, "Better wipe your mouth 
off, miss."
	In perfect synchronization, both Mindy and Susan raised 
their right hands and ran them over their mouths and down their 
chins.  Susan and I both saw it, tried to choke off a laugh, 
snorted instead, and soon all of us were howling hysterically.


7 - Back to the Bushes

	"Damn!" I said, when our laughter died down.
	"Double damn!" said Mindy.  "That guard sure screwed things 
up."
	"More like un-screwed..." Ronnie said.
	"What time is it?" Susan asked.  I looked at my watch.  It 
was nearly 10 p.m.
	"The movie's almost over," Ronnie said.  "You guys wanna 
get out of here?"  
	We all said yes.  Ronnie started the car and Mindy hung the 
speaker back on its pole.  Then, keeping his lights off, Ronnie 
quietly pulled out and exited from the drive-in.
	"Where to?" he asked.
	"We've still got an hour and a half," Mindy said.  She 
looked at me.  "How about Milligan Park?"
	"What's at Milligan Park?" Ronnie asked.
	"Bushes," Mindy answered, "and darkness."
	"Is it safe?" Susan asked.
	"I hope not," Mindy said.  We all laughed.
	Ronnie quickly drove us to the park, which was only a 
couple of miles away.  Since we had been there recently, I was 
pretty sure what Mindy had in mind.  She guided Ronnie to a 
parking spot behind a building that was used for recreation 
during the day.  It was hidden from the road, and the nearest 
light was a couple of hundred feet away.  Mindy looked over the 
seat at me.
	"Car or bush?" she asked.
	"There's a blanket in the trunk," Ronnie volunteered.
	"Bush, I guess," I said.  I opened the car door and climbed 
out, then offered a hand to Susan, who slid out beside me.  
Ronnie popped the trunk latch from inside the car, and I grabbed 
the blanket.  "C'mon," I said to Susan, taking her hand again.
	"See you in one hour," Mindy said out the window.
	"Right," I said, glancing at my watch.  It was 10 minutes 
after 10.
	I led Susan across an open area.  The bushes Mindy and I 
had used earlier that week were only a short walk away but 
screened from the rec building by a long, high hedge.  When we 
reached the bushes, I ducked down and crawled through the short 
tunnel that led to the open area inside.  Susan followed.
	"I take it you've been here before," she said as I spread 
out the blanket.
	"Once," I said, then added a lie.  "Mindy told me about 
it."
	"I don't care," Susan said, sitting beside me.  "It's 
perfect."
	I put my arm around her, and she tilted her face up to be 
kissed.  I was happy to oblige.  The moon was out and almost 
full.  Its cool light filtered through the branches above us, dim 
but enough to see each other.  Sometime during the kiss, we sank 
down onto the blanket and stretched out.  I slid a leg between 
Susan's, and she opened them wide enough to let me push my thigh 
up against her pussy, then locked her legs around it.
	"Whew," she said, when we finally broke apart to catch our 
breath.  "I love the way you kiss."
	I smiled at her.  Susan was lying mostly on her back, with 
my arm under her neck.  She looked up at me through half-open 
eyes.
	"Now," she said, "where were we?"
	"Well, for one thing," I said, sliding my free hand up 
under her halter top and cupping one of her large breasts, "I 
don't remember having all this cloth in the way."
	She smiled at me.  "I can fix that," she said.  She rolled 
away from me onto her stomach and started to reach up behind her 
back, then stopped.  "You can do this easier, I think."
	I pushed up the back of her halter to reveal her bra strap.  
I managed to release the hooks again without embarrassing myself 
with too much fumbling.  When the second one came free, the two 
sides of the strap slid apart.  I put my hand in the space 
between and massaged Susan's back.
	"Ummm," she said, "that feels good."  I ran my hand up to 
her neck and onto her shoulder, pushing the top strap to the side 
and working the muscles there.  Then I moved my hand to the other 
side of her neck and did the same.  Susan hunched and rolled her 
shoulders under my fingers, enjoying the massage.
	"Wait a second," she said, when I paused.  She pushed up 
onto her knees beside me, crossed her hands in front of herself, 
and pulled the halter top and bra off.  Her breasts, despite 
their size, scarcely sagged at all.
	I raised up on one elbow and captured the closest nipple 
with my mouth, sucking on it.  I put my hand behind Susan's back 
and pulled her into me, mashing her tit into my face.  After a 
few moments, I shifted my attack to her other tit.  She turned 
her shoulder toward me to help.  Her hand rested on my thigh, 
just below my crotch.  I sucked hard on the nipple, and she 
squeezed the flesh of my thigh.
	I pulled my mouth away, and Susan dropped down onto the 
blanket beside me again.  She cuddled up close and pressed her 
huge mammaries against my chest.  I loved the way the felt 
against me, but it wasn't quite right.
	"Now it's my turn," I said, pushing up far enough to strip 
off my t-shirt, then settling back down next to Susan.  This 
time, when I pulled her close, her soft tits pressed against my 
naked chest.  I could feel both of her hard little nipples boring 
into my breast.
	"Jesus," I said, "I can't tell you how good that feels."
	In response, Susan squirmed against me, rubbing her soft, 
bare tits on my chest.  We kissed again, passionately, pressing 
our bodies together.  My leg was mashed up against her pussy, and 
Susan humped her hips back and forth, rubbing her crotch against 
my leg.  I could feel the heat of her center through my jeans.
	I pulled back from the kiss and laid my hand on her thigh, 
just above the knee.  Unsure of how far she would go, I slowly 
stroked my way higher and higher on the sensitive inside of her 
leg.  Susan made no move to stop me.  In fact, she raised her 
upper leg higher to give me plenty of room and encouragement.  
When I reached the bottom of her short shorts, I moved up farther 
and laid my fingers directly onto her pussy.
	Susan pushed herself up against me, obviously welcoming my 
touch.  Emboldened by her openness, I ran my hand up and down her 
notch.  The crotch of her shorts was faintly damp.
	"Ummmm," Susan murmured.  "I like that."  To emphasize her 
point, she rocked her hips back and forth, helping me rub her 
pussy.  Then she moved a hand between us and found my hardening 
cock where it was straining outward against my jeans.
	"We haven't got much time," Susan said.  "Why don't we get 
naked?"  
	She moved her hand away from me to the waist of her shorts 
and began to unbutton them.  Before I could even move, she had 
released the button, pulled the zipper down, and was beginning to 
work the tight shorts and panties down over her hips.  I watched 
in amazement as her slim hips came into view, followed by the 
dark patch of hair below her belly.  When the shorts were out 
from under her fanny, she bent and raised her knees and quickly 
slid her shorts off over her feet.  She was completely naked 
beside me.
	"Are you just going to look?" Susan asked, coquettishly.
	"No," I said, suddenly seized with the desire to do 
something I'd only daydreamed about.  "I'm going to lick."
	I rolled between her legs, pushing my body downward.  I 
grabbed her knees and tried to push them apart.  At first, Susan 
resisted.
	"No..." she said, without conviction.  "I..."
	I had my chin between her legs and wedged downward far 
enough to lick at the inside of her leg.  I continued to push 
forward, and Susan yielded gradually, allowing me to lick higher 
and higher up her thighs.  She was making little sounds of 
distress that weren't quite a "no."  As I got closer and closer 
to her middle, they changed tone, becoming faint groans of 
pleasure.
	"Oh, Willy, I've never..." Susan said, uncertain herself of 
what she wanted.  "Oh, please...  Oh, oh..."
	I ignored what she was saying, since it was obvious that 
she only half meant it.  As my head pressed farther between her 
thighs, I caught the musky scent of her, the aroma of her 
arousal.  Finally, my nose grazed the kinky patch of hair just 
above her pussy.
	To tell the truth, I was uncertain about this myself, 
having never done it before.  But I wanted to do something new 
with this girl.  Her openness and eagerness had me quivering with 
desire.  I had read of this, dreamed of this.
	Slowly, tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and pushed it at 
Susan's pussy.  It touched hair first, then the outer lips, which 
were slick with her juices.  I pushed forward a little more, and 
my tongue slid between the lips into a narrow valley.
	"Ohhhh, god," Susan whispered.  "Ooooooh."
	She seemed to like what I was doing.  I worked my tongue 
around, back and forth, up and down.  Near the bottom of the 
slit, my tongue felt the opening of her pussy.  I pushed my lips 
up against Susan's cunt and stuck my tongue all the way out, 
probing into her channel.
	"Ummmmm," she moaned.  "Oh, yessssss."
	Thrusting my tongue in and out, I fucked her pussy with it.  
Susan shuddered and pressed herself up to my mouth.  She rolled 
her hips, working me around inside her, and spread her thighs 
wider apart.
	I lapped my tongue upward and felt it slide across a little 
mound of flesh near the top.  The effect on Susan was electric.  
She gasped, and her hips jerked involuntarily.
	"Oh, god, Willy," she whispered, "do that again!"
	Moving my mouth upward slightly to center over her clit, I 
lapped at it with my tongue.  Then I stiffened my tongue and 
moved it around and around the little nubbin.  Susan wrapped her 
hands behind my head, pulling me into her pussy, and mashed her 
cunt against my face.
	"Ummmmm.... Ummmmmmm," she moaned with increasing 
intensity.  "Oh my god, Willy, that feels so good.  Lick me!  Oh, 
yesss!  Ah!  Ah!  Yessss.  So good!"
	I was really getting into it, now.  I slid my arms around 
the outside of her hips and put a hand on either side of her 
pussy, spreading the lips apart to give me better access.  
Pulling her to me, I ground my mouth against Susan's cunt, 
twisting from side to side as my tongue lashed at her clit.
	"Oh, jeez, I'm gonna come," Susan whispered harshly.  "Just 
a little more... just a little more... Yes...Yes...UmmmmmMMMMMM!"
	Her voice rose toward a shriek that she cut off before it 
became too loud.  Grabbing her top from beside her, Susan stuffed 
it into her mouth to muffle her cries.  Her hips jerked and 
bucked beneath me, seemingly out of her control.  I hung on tight 
and kept whipping my tongue across her pleasure button.
	Finally, Susan grabbed my hair and forcibly pulled me back 
away from her pussy, squeezing her thighs together to keep me 
from licking her again.  She pulled the halter out of her mouth.
	"No more," Susan gasped.  "No more.  I can't take it."
	She let go of my hair and collapsed weakly on her back, her 
breathing ragged, as she came down from the intensity of her come.  
I started to lean in and give her pussy a final lick, but she put 
her hand over it, blocking me.
	"Oh, really, Willy, no more, please!" she pleaded.  "It was 
wonderful -- really wonderful -- but I can't stand anymore right 
now."
	I pulled back, satisfied and pleased with what I had done.  
I kissed and licked at Susan's inner thighs, gradually pulling my 
head out from between her legs.  I moved up and lay down beside 
her.  She rolled toward me to snuggle, and I slid and arm under 
her neck.
	"Jesus, Willy, that was incredible!" Susan whispered.  She 
raised her head and kissed me, then smiled.  "You taste like me," 
she said.  "You've got my pussy juice all over your face."  She 
took her hand and wiped it over my mouth and chin.  Then she 
licked her fingers.
	"Did you like it?" I asked, knowing the answer but wanting 
her to tell me again.
	"I don't think I've ever come that hard," Susan said.  "I 
knew I was wound up, after the movie and all, but...  Well, there 
are no words to describe it.  The moment you touched me with your 
tongue, I knew I was going to come."
	She looked down into my eyes.  "I didn't want you to do 
that, at first," she said.  "I've never let anyone do that 
before."
	We traded smiles.  I was pleased that I had been the first, 
for some reason.  I had begun to suspect, I guess, that there 
wouldn't be any firsts with Susan.  She seemed to be pretty 
experienced.
	"But, poor Willy, what about you?" she asked, speaking as 
much to herself as to me.  "First we get interrupted at the 
drive-in, and now you've taken care of me, but you still haven't 
got anything, have you?"  She slid her hand down my chest, over 
my stomach and onto my groin.
	Susan rubbed her hand up and down over my rigid boner, 
pausing a time or two to squeeze it through my pants.  Then she 
began to unfasten my jeans for the second time that night.  Her 
naked body was pressed against me, her bare tits pushing against 
my chest and side.  While she fumbled with the button and zipper, 
she leaned down and kissed me, deeply and passionately.
	In moments, it seemed, she had my pants open.  My cock was 
straining so hard to break free that it was actually lifting the 
waistband of my underwear up away from my stomach.  Susan put her 
palm flat on my belly and slid her fingers under the band.  She 
touched my naked cock with her fingers, and it jerked at the 
contact.
	"Ooooh," she whispered, "seems like somebody's ready for a 
little loving."
	Lifting up with the back of her hand, Susan slid my shorts 
down over my rock-hard cock.  Then she wrapped her fingers around 
the shaft and moved her hand up and down, squeezing it tightly.  
I moaned in appreciation.
	"You like that, huh?" Susan asked, although I'm sure she 
knew the answer.  "Well, how 'bout this, then?"  She shifted her 
head downward across my chest and belly.  Her back blocked my 
view of what she did next, but I had no trouble figuring it out.
	I felt the hot warmth of her breath on the head of my 
prick.  Susan opened her mouth wide and slowly moved it over me, 
still not allowing her lips to touch it.  I could feel her breath 
all around it.
	She paused a second, then suddenly plunged her head forward 
and clamped her mouth around my cock, sucking hard.  I jerked and 
swelled between her tightly clamped lips, straining upward 
against the roof of Susan's mouth.  Holding it around the base, 
she pumped her head up and down several times.
	As she sucked on my dick, Susan used her other hand to push 
at my jeans and underwear, working them over my butt.  I lifted 
my hips up to help her, driving my cock deep into her mouth.  
When she got them down around mid-thigh, Susan quit worrying 
about it and concentrated on the mouth job she was giving me.
	After a while, she lifted her face off my prick and turned 
to look at me, wrapping her fingers around my fuck pole and 
sliding her hand up and down over it.
	"I can't decide," Susan said, "whether I want to suck you 
off and swallow your cum or put your cock in my pussy and fuck 
your brains out."
	I had no answer to that.  No girl had ever talked that way 
to me, and I was startled into speechlessness.  Either option 
sounded just fine to me.  I swallowed hard and tried to think of 
some kind of sensible response.  When I looked up at her, Susan 
batted her eyes at me, knowing very well that she'd tied my 
tongue in knots.
	"Let's see," she said.  "Do you have a rubber?"
	I could answer that, but the first thing that came out, 
when I tried to talk, was something like "Gakkk!"  Then I found 
my voice and croaked, "In my wallet..."
	I started to twist and reach for my wallet, which was 
somewhere down around my knees, but Susan beat me to it, letting 
go of my dick for a moment to pull it out of the hip pocket of my 
pants.  She handed it to me, the resumed stroking me, watching me 
with an amused expression on her face while I fumbled with 
suddenly thick fingers to fish the foil packet out of its hiding 
place.  Clumsily, I struggled to tear it open and finally managed 
to rip off most of one edge.
	"Here," said Susan, holding out her hand.  "I'll do it."
	She let go of my prick and used both hands to extract the 
rolled-up rubber from its container.  Tossing that to one side, 
Susan climbed up onto her knees, straddling my legs about mid-
thigh.  She frowned with concentration as turned the rubber over 
and tested to make sure which way it would unroll, then centered 
it carefully on the head of my cock.
	Holding it in place with one hand, Susan made a circle with 
the thumb and forefinger of her other hand and worked the condom 
down over the helmeted head.  Once it had slipped over the ridge 
and was on securely, she used both hand to work it down the 
shaft.
	"There," she said, "that oughta do it."  She looked up at 
my from her handiwork and smiled wickedly.  "Well, I guess 
there's no choice, now.  I'm gonna have to fuck your brains out."
	My cock throbbed in her hands.  Keeping a grip around the 
base, Susan inched forward on her knees until her pussy bumped my 
balls, then raised up higher and positioned her snatch over the 
pole that was straining up toward her.
	Susan leaned on one hand and used the other to guide my 
cock as she slowly lowered herself toward me.  The head of my 
cock oozed between the lips of her pussy and slid backward until 
it started into her fuck channel.  Her eyes closed now, Susan 
inched forward and downward, letting my rubber-clad prick nudge 
slowly into her depth.
	Despite the rubber, the feeling was sensational.  Susan's 
pussy was as tight as Mindy's, but it was very wet, and she was 
able to get almost half of my cock up her before she had to stop 
and reverse direction.  She pulled back and worked her hips up 
and down, gathering more lubrication, then slid down onto me 
again.  This time, I went all the way in.
	"Ummmmm," Susan groaned in delight.  "Oh, yes, that's just 
what I wanted."  She let all of her weight down onto me, forcing 
my cock as deep as possible, and then rolled her hips around on 
my pelvis.  I felt her squeeze me with the muscles of her pussy.
	Leaning forward onto both hands, Susan began to ride me, 
then, pumping her cunt up and down my rampant erection.  She 
moved slowly and sensuously.  Her gorgeous tits hung suspended 
from her chest in front of me, swaying back and forth with her 
motion.  I looked up and saw that Susan had her head back, her 
eyes closed and her mouth slightly open, obviously savoring the 
feel of cock and cunt doing what they were designed to do.  Then 
she looked down at me.
	"Don't worry about me," she said.  "I've already had my 
fun, and we don't have much time.  This is just for you.  I want 
you to come in my pussy, baby."
	She glanced down between us.
	"Look," she commanded.  "Look down there.  See my pussy 
sliding on your cock.  Doesn't that feel good, baby?  Oooh, I 
like it.  Do you like the way my pussy feels around you?  Does it 
feel good to slide in and out?  Look at it!  See me fuck you?  
See it?   Ahhhh!  Yes, that feels so good.  Oooooh, you've got a 
great cock, Willy.  It feels so big.  Fuck me with it!  Fuck me 
with your big cock, Willy.  Come on!  Give it to me!  Hard!  
Harder!"
	By this time, Susan had worked herself into a frenzy.  I 
pushed my hips up to fuck my prick into her as best I could, but, 
in truth, she was doing much more than half the work.  Susan was 
lifting her hips until only the top part of my cock was still in 
her, then snapping her hips down to bury it all the way up her 
fuck channel.  When she hit bottom, she bounced up and did it 
again, over and over again, up and down, up and down, sliding her 
pussy over my prick.
	"That's it, honey," she crooned.  "That's the way.  Give it 
to me.  Shove it in all the way.  Ahh!  Ahh!  Fuck me, Willy!  
Fuck me!  Oooh, it feels so good!  I can feel your cock all the 
way up there.  Give me more, baby.  Fuck me!"
	Nobody could last long under that kind of onslaught.  I 
could feel my come begin to build up.  I moaned and began to drive 
my cock up as hard as I could.  Susan sensed the change and knew 
I was getting close.
	"Oh, yes, baby.  That's right.  I want your cum!  Come on!  
Give it to me.  Shoot it!  Fill my pussy!  Come on, baby!  Come in 
me!  Come in me!"  Susan pitched forward, pressing her tits 
against my chest, holding onto my shoulders, pressing her cunt 
all the way down onto my fuck pole and rolling around and around 
on it.
	I came.  The come that had been building all evening 
exploded out of my dick.  Susan couldn't feel it through the 
rubber, of course, but she could tell I was cumming by the way my 
cock jerked and twitched inside her.  And maybe by the way I 
cursed and grunted and thrashed around.
	"Ahhhhhhh, GOD!" I gasped, jamming my hips up and driving 
my cock into her.  "Ahhhhh, YES!  Oooooh, shit!  Ummmm.  Ohhhh."
	Susan twisted around and around on my prick until I stopped 
shooting, then slowed down gradually, rolling her hips around 
sensuously, while my head collapsed back on the ground and lolled 
to one side.
	It was at least a minute before I opened my eyes to find 
Susan watching me.
	"Did you like that, baby?" she asked.
	"Christ yes!" I said.  "That was the best ever."
	"Good," Susan said, "I'm glad you like it.  So did I.  I 
think I'm going to like fucking you."
	We laid there for several minutes while my cock gradually 
shriveled.  Susan used the muscles of her pussy to squeeze and 
tug at my slowly diminishing prick until one squeeze too many 
pushed it out of her.  Groaning, she rolled to the side and 
cuddled up close to me.
	I took a long, deep breath, then let it out in an even 
longer sigh.  Listlessly, I raised my arm and looked at my watch.  
It was almost 11 p.m.
	"We'd better go," I said reluctantly.  "I don't want to get 
Mindy in trouble with Mom and Dad on her first date."
	"Oh, you're a kind big brother," Susan said, teasing.  Then 
she sighed, too.  "But I guess you're right."
	Slowly, with many hugs and kisses in between, we put 
ourselves back together.  Once we were reassembled, I sent Susan 
out in front of me, then followed, dragging the blanket.  We 
shook and folded it, then set off for the car.
	Just before we turned the corner of the hedge that would 
bring the car back into view, Susan stopped.  Since she had a 
firm grip on my hand, I stopped, too.
	"Maybe we should check before we just walk up to the car," 
she whispered.  "They may not be ready for company yet."
	"Good idea," I whispered back.  Moving cautiously, I poked 
my head around the corner of the hedge.
	Susan had made a good call.  The car was only about 30 feet 
away and, in the moonlight, I could see Mindy clearly.  She was 
naked, at least as much of her was visible through the 
windshield.  Her back was to me, and she was on her knees in the 
passenger seat, facing the rear of the car and bouncing up and 
down on Ronnie, who was sprawled beneath her.  At least, that was 
what I inferred from Mindy's position, her motion, and the fact 
that the car was bouncing up and down on its springs, emitting a 
faint squeak each time it went down.
	"Are they still at it?" asked Susan behind me.  She could 
probably hear the squeaking springs.
	"Uh... yeah," I said.
	"Let me see," Susan said.  She slipped between me and the 
hedge, kneeling on the ground.  "Yeah," she said, "I'd say 
they're still at it."
	A few moments later, the sound of the car springs changed.  
We heard muffled cries and other sounds coming from it.  Mindy 
had her head back, almost pressed against the inside roof, but 
her hips were clearly slamming forward against Ronnie with great 
force because the car motion had changed from up and down to back 
and forth.  Then they froze, and Mindy collapsed onto Ronnie, 
squeezing him in her arms.  Susan took a last look, then scooted 
back behind the hedge.  
	"Let's give them another few minutes," she said.
	There was a nearby swing set.  We walked over to it and sat 
in the swings, trailing back and forth and talking.  They creaked 
as we swung, and Ronnie must have heard it, because he came to 
get us about five minutes later.
	When we got to the car, Mindy was sitting in the passenger 
seat, fanning herself with a piece of paper.  Her face was 
flushed.  I held the back door for Susan, then slid in behind 
her.  The car reeked of sex.  Ronnie started the engine and we 
headed for home, making it just before 11:30.
	Susan and I kissed goodbye in the back seat.
	"You'll call me, won't you?" she asked.  I think she was 
afraid that I had already gotten everything I wanted from her.
	"Yes," I said.  "You can count on it."


8.  Talking It Over

	The next day, Mindy wanted to know everything.  I was 
watching TV in my room when she stuck her head in the door.  Mom 
was outside, puttering in the yard.  Dad was in the den, 
"watching" TV through his eyelids.
	"Well?" she asked, arching both eyebrows.
	"Well what?"
	"So what happened when you two bunnies scurried off to the 
bushes?" Mindy said, stepping into the doorway and leaning 
against the frame.
	I didn't say anything.  I was all mixed up inside -- proud 
of my exploits with Susan, embarrassed at Mindy wanting to know, 
and a little pissed off about seeing her humping Ronnie in the 
front seat.
	"Come on," Mindy pleaded.
	"What do you want to know," I said, continuing to watch the 
TV.
	"Don't be a crud, Willy," Mindy said.  "Did you guys get it 
on?"
	"Some."
	Mindy made an exasperated face, rolling her eyes to heaven.  
"Are you going to tell me or play dodge ball all day?"
	"I thought guys weren't supposed to tell," I said, still 
not looking at her.
	"Hey, this is Mindy, your sister, remember?  The one you've 
been banging for the past month?"
	I looked at her.  "What about you and Ronnie, then?  Did 
you get it on?"  I couldn't help letting a little jealousy show 
in my tone.
	Mindy came over and sat on the foot of the bed.  She put a 
hand on my knee and gave me an understanding smile.
	"Yes," she said, looking me in the eye, "we sure did.  I 
gave him a blowjob at the drive-in, but you know that.  Then I 
let him fuck me while you two were off playing.  Is that what you 
want to know?  Did I enjoy it?  You bet!  Will I let him do me 
again?  Probably.  But mostly I was keeping him busy so that you 
and Susan could have a chance.  Did it work?"
	I looked at the TV but didn't see it.  I was trying to sort 
out my feelings.  I knew Mindy and Ronnie had screwed in the car 
while Susan and I were off in the bushes.  We'd seen them.  But 
that wasn't the same as Mindy admitting it to me.
	"Look, Willy," Mindy said, "I guess I understand how you 
feel.  But don't go crazy on me.  I love you and I always will.  
I don't regret anything we did.  It was great!  But we've got to 
move on, baby.  That's why I set you up with Susan, remember?  It 
made me a little jealous, too, to think of you with her -- but I 
wanted you to get in on with her.  I wanted you to have somebody 
else.  So... did you?"
	"Yeah," I said.
	"Was it good?"
	"Yeah," I said, unable to keep from smiling.
	"How good?" Mindy asked.
	"Real good," I said.
	"That's better," she said, giving my knee a squeeze.  "Now, 
tell me all about it."
	Gradually, Mindy dragged it all out of me.  She had been 
pretty sure Susan was sucking my cock in the back seat at the 
drive-in but had been too busy giving Ronnie a blowjob herself to 
check.  I told her I had licked Susan's pussy and made her come, 
and I described how she had climbed over me and ridden my cock 
until I had shot my cum into her pussy.  Well, I admitted in 
response to Mindy's question, not into her pussy, exactly, but 
into a rubber that Susan had put on me.
	Talking about it was getting us both horny.  I had to 
adjust my pants because my erection was pulling the crotch up and 
squeezing my balls.  Mindy kept pressing her legs together and 
rubbing her thighs back and forth.  She crossed her legs and 
rocked a foot back and forth.  I was pretty sure it pressed her 
thighs together and indirectly stimulated her clit.
	Mindy said Ronnie's cock was a little longer than mine but 
not as thick.  While it felt good, she said, she liked mine 
better, liked the way it stretched her when I put it in.  Mindy 
also admitted that she hadn't gotten off with Ronnie, being too 
concerned with the situation and all.  She laid her hand in her 
lap casually and let her fingers trace along the top of her 
snatch.
	"Jeez," she said, looking over her shoulder at the door, "I 
wish..." -- she paused, glanced at me, then looked away -- "I 
wish Ronnie was here now."
	I was hurt for a moment, but then I realized that wasn't 
what she had really started to say.
	"Ronnie isn't here," I said, "but I am."
	"Damn," Mindy said, pressing her fingers into her crotch, 
"I'm so fucking horny, Willy."  She caught her lower lip between 
her teeth, moved her fingers in a circle, and gave a little 
shudder.
	"Come here," I said, patting the bed on the other side of 
me.
	"No, Willy, we can't!" Mindy said, but I knew she didn't 
really mean it.
	"Not all the way," I said, "but... just unbutton your 
shorts.  And open the door to the bathroom.  You can slip out 
through there and into your room if somebody starts up the 
stairs.  We'll hear the stairs if anyone does."  Our rooms were 
separated by the bathroom we shared.  And we both knew the stairs 
creaked when anyone walked on them -- we'd taken advantage of 
that throughout our childhood.
	"Oh, jeez, Willy, I don't know..." Mindy hesitated.
	"Let me pay back the favor I owe you for Susan," I said.  
"Come on over here."
	She stood up and went through the connecting door into the 
bathroom.  I heard her open the door into her room.  Then she 
came back, leaving my door open, too.  She turned my television 
down slightly, then walked over to me.  Mindy's eyes were 
feverish as she unbuttoned the top button of her shorts and slid 
the zipper down about half way.
	"Do you think we really should?" she asked, although she'd 
already made up her mind.
	"Yeah," I said, "I think we should.  Come here, sis."
	I scooted back on the bed and, turning her around so that 
her back was facing me, I pulled her down between my legs.  Mindy 
rested her back against me.  She turned her head to kiss my 
cheek.
	"I wish Mom and Dad weren't here," she whispered.  "I'd 
love to fuck you, right now."
	"Me, too," I said, bringing both of my hands up in front of 
her to cup her tits.  She pressed back against my hands.  
	I let go with one hand, pulling her back against me with 
the other, and slid it into the front of her shorts.  Wiggling my 
fingers under the elastic of her panties, I pushed them downward 
across her pussy hair and then lower still.  I felt the lips of 
her cunt, damp and steamy under her panties.  Pressing inward 
with my middle finger, I rolled it around on her clit.
	Mindy let out a long sigh.  I felt a tremor go through her 
body.  Pushing my hand deeper into her panties, I slid my middle 
finger between the lips and into her fuck channel.  Mindy spread 
her legs wider to help me and pushed her hips forward to meet my 
invading finger.
	"Oh, jesus, Willy, that feels so good," she whispered.  
"Fuck me with your finger, baby."
	I began to slide my finger in and out of her pussy.  Every 
so often, I dragged it all the way out and up to the top of her 
opening to circle a fingertip around and over her clit.  Mindy 
began to pant, and she rocked her hips back and forth, fucking 
herself on my finger.
	She sat up slightly and slipped a hand behind her back, 
quickly finding my hard cock and squeezing it.  As I continued to 
probe her pussy and stroke her clit with my fingers, she worked 
her hand up and down on my prick through my pants.
	"I'd take it out, but..." Mindy said.
	"Don't worry about it," I reassured her.  "Just relax and 
enjoy."
She settled back against me, keeping her hand on my hard-on but 
giving herself up to the sensations I was stirring up with my 
sliding  fingers.  She let her head loll back on my shoulder.
	"WILLY!  MINDY!"  The voice broke into our haze.  We froze.  
It was Dad, calling from the bottom of the stairs.
	"Y-Yeah?" I yelled back.  I pulled my hand out of Mindy's 
shorts.  She pulled her hand from between us and began to fumble 
with the front button.
	"Is Mindy there?"
	"She's in her room," I lied.
	"Well, your mother and I are going to the store.  Do you 
want to come?"  Mindy nodded her head vigorously, making me bite 
my lip to keep from laughing.  She wanted to come, all right, but 
not the way he meant.
	"Naw," I shouted.  "I'll stay here.  I'm watching this 
program..."
	"Well, okay," Dad said.  "Let Mindy know we'll be back in 
about an hour."
	"Okay," I said.
	"See you later, then."
	"Bye!"
	Mindy stopped moving, as we heard Dad walk across the 
living room and into the kitchen.  Then the back door opened and 
closed.  Mindy quietly got to her feet and went to my window, 
standing beside it so she could look out but not be seen.
	"They're getting into the car," she said after a moment.  I 
heard the doors close and the engine start.  "There they go," she 
added a little later.
	Mindy turned to face me.  Her shorts were buttoned but 
still unzipped.  She moved a hand to her waist and unfastened the 
top button again.
	"I want you to fuck me right now," she hissed.  Hooking her 
thumbs under both shorts and panties, she pushed them down over 
her hips, rocking from side to side as she worked them over her 
fanny.  They slid down her thighs into a pile around her ankles.  
She stepped out of them quickly.
	"Come on," Mindy said.  She stepped over to the bed, knelt 
down on her knees beside it, sticking her butt out and laying her 
torso on the mattress.  "Put it in me like this," she ordered.  
"I don't want any playing around.  Stick it in my from behind.  
Now!  I need to fuck."
	I dropped to my knees and quickly shed my own pants and 
underwear.  Shuffling awkwardly around her nearest foot, I moved 
up behind her.  My cock stuck out like a lance.  Grabbing it in 
my hand, I guided it to the target.  Mindy spread her knees 
wider.
	I touched her dampness with the head of my prick and 
pressed forward.  It slid about half way in before friction 
brought us to a halt.  Moving my hips back and forth a couple of 
times to re-coat it with her juices, I pushed forward again and 
buried it to the hilt in Mindy's cunt.
	Mindy arched her back as I pressed my cock home, then laid 
her head down on her arms.
	"Oh, god, yes!" she groaned.  "Oh, I needed that so bad!  
Come on, Willy.  Fuck me!  Fuck me hard!"
	I pulled back and slammed my straining boner into Mindy's 
pussy, smacking my stomach against the cheeks of her butt.  I 
began sawing vigorously in and out of her pussy.  Mindy rolled 
her hips around and around, working my cock inside her, as I 
shoved it into her depths and dragged it back time after time.
	She was grunting each time I slammed forward into her 
pussy, dragging in deep breaths every few strokes.  Her groans 
became an almost continuous moan as I fucked into her from 
behind.
	"Oooh, honey, that's what I needed," she wailed, "just like 
that.  Give it to me, Willy.  Fuck me with that hard prick.  
Harder!  Shove it in me.  Yes!  Yes!  Just like that!"
	Mindy accented her demand by jerking her hips back against 
me and driving her pussy onto my thrusting cock, grinding her 
hips against me to make it ream around inside her cunt.  She 
didn't want subtlety, this time.  She wanted it hard and fast.  
Mindy had been ready when I first entered her, and now she was 
rapidly racing toward an explosion.
	"God, Willy, it feels so good!  Keep doing that.  Keep 
fucking my pussy.  Push it in.  Yes!  Like that.  Yes, baby.  
Hard!"
	I hadn't thought about myself, hadn't expected to come 
after my session the night before with Susan, but I was quickly 
catching up to Mindy, now, feeling the come beginning to build up 
in my balls.  I drove my cock into her pussy, grabbing her hips 
and yanking her back onto it, shoving it into her as hard and as 
deep as possible.  She squealed, a high keening sound, and came.  
I was right behind her.
	"Uhhhhhhhhhh!  Oh, god, yes!" Mindy rasped.  "Ahhhhh, fuck 
it!  Oh!  Oh!  Uhhhhhhhhh!"  My cum jetted out of my cock and 
spurted into her cunt.
	"Oh, Mindy!  Arrrrrrgh!" I groaned, as I shot my wad up her 
fuck channel.  Mindy ground her butt against my stomach and 
rocked her hips back and forth, making my prick slide in and out 
of her pussy.
	I collapsed forward onto Mindy's back, wrapping my arms 
around her, hugging her tightly to me.
	"It's a... good thing... Mom and Dad left..." Mindy panted.  
"I might... have had... to kill them."
	She grinned, eyes closed, and I chuckled at her joke.  
Languorously, I rubbed my chest over Mindy's back and eased my 
cock in and out of her pussy.  She squeezed me with her love 
muscle, and I twitched my prick inside her.
	"Willy..." Mindy said, after a while.
	"Yeah?"
	"I... I want... to ask you something?"
	"What?"
	"Uh... I've always... wanted to watch."
	"You mean...?"
	"Yeah," Mindy said.  "To see somebody doing it."  She 
looked up at me out of the corner of her eyes.  "I want to watch 
you and Susan."
	I thought about it.  All sorts of objections and 
difficulties occurred to me, like where and how.  I wasn't sure 
how I'd feel, knowing somebody could see.  And what about Susan?  
Wouldn't it be a violation of her privacy?
	"I don't know," I said.
	"I'll make you a deal," Mindy said.
	"What?"
	"You can watch me and Ronnie first."
	A vision leaped into my mind of them screwing, of Ronnie's 
cock sliding in and out of my sister, of their naked bodies 
wrapped around each other.  My cock, still buried in Mindy's 
cunt, swelled up.  She felt it and squeezed me back.  There was 
no use pretending the idea didn't excite me.
	"He's coming over Wednesday afternoon," Mindy said.  "I 
thought we'd go to the garage.  And you could watch like before, 
with Johnny."
	"I've already seen you once," I said, "and it made me mad."
	"Things are different now, aren't they?" she asked, giving 
me another squeeze with her pussy to emphasize the point.  "And 
I'll try to make sure you see it all.  It'd be a real turn-on, 
wouldn't it?"
	I really couldn't argue with that, and Mindy could still 
feel my excitement.  It wouldn't be like it was Mindy, I told 
myself.  It would be like watching some other couple fucking.  I 
couldn't help getting hard again, feeling my cock swell inside 
her.
	"Then, we'll do it again next week," she said, sealing the 
bargain, "with you and Susan."
	"Okay," I said reluctantly, mentally crossing my fingers.  
We'd see about that later.  I was already planning how I'd 
rearrange things in the garage to give me a better view of the 
planned fuckfest.


9.  Garage Revisited

	Wednesday morning, just before noon, I went to the garage 
and did some rearranging.  Since Mindy knew that I was going to 
be there, I didn't have to worry about her noticing the changes.
	First, I moved the 4x8' sheets of plywood that were leaned 
against one wall closer to the old mattresses in the corner.  If 
I was going to watch, I wanted to be as close as possible.  
	I draped some old sheets over the open end of the plywood, 
leaving a gap in the middle from which I could look out.  Then I 
turned the mattress 90 degrees so that, instead of the foot 
facing toward my intended position, I would have a side view of 
anyone lying on it.  I also moved the curtains that had enclosed 
most of our old "den,"  placing them so that they sheltered the 
mattress from the garage's window and side door but left them 
wide open from my side.
	Mindy had told me that Ronnie was arriving at two o'clock, 
by which time I was settled into my hideout with a bottle of 
water, a couple of candy bars, and a magazine.  While I waited, I 
leafed through the magazine and nibbled on a candy bar, taking an 
occasional swig of water.
	I had to wait almost 45 minutes before I hear the back door 
of the house bang shut.  Setting the magazine aside quickly, I 
settled into place on the cushion from an old sofa and adjusted 
the curtain to leave a gap I could easily see through.  I stayed 
well back from it so that Ronnie wouldn't see me even if he 
looked my way.
	The side door of the garage opened, and Mindy came in, 
leading Ronnie by the hand.  She wearing cutoff jeans and a plaid 
cotton blouse, and she had a purse hanging over one shoulder.  
Ronnie was wearing his usual jeans and t-shirt.  Mindy closed the 
door behind them and locked it.
	"See," she said.  "This is lots better.  And Willy won't 
come out here if he comes back earlier than I expect him.  My 
bedroom is just too dangerous."
	"Well, I guess so," Ronnie said.  "But he already knows 
we're making it, I'm sure.  It was pretty obvious Saturday 
night."
	"Maybe, but I like this better," Mindy said, leading Ronnie 
to the mattress.  "I don't want to confront him.  He's my 
brother, and he can get protective sometimes."
	She sat on the mattress, facing me, and pulled Ronnie down 
beside her, setting her purse on the garage floor.  He put his 
arm around her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her.  As the kiss 
continued, I saw one of Mindy's eyes peeping past Ronnie's head.  
It was open and looking right at me.  She winked in my direction, 
then closed her eyes and surrendered to the kiss.
	As I watched them make out, I wondered about the purse, 
which seemed a strange thing for Mindy to bring with her.  Why 
would she need her purse.
	Before long, Mindy and Ronnie were stretched out on the 
mattress.  Intentionally, I'm sure, Mindy rolled Ronnie to the 
farther side, so that he wouldn't block my view.  Ronnie ran a 
hand up her torso to Mindy's pert, young breasts, squeezing and 
kneading them with his strong fingers.  She pressed herself up 
into his hand, arching her back.
	Ronnie didn't waste much time.  He moved to the buttons of 
Mindy's blouse and began to unfasten them one by one, pausing 
after a couple to lower his face to her tits.  He licked and 
kissed them, running his tongue down into her cleavage and up and 
over the tops of her breasts.
	Returning to the buttons, Ronnie completed the job, then 
pulled the sides open.  Mindy half sat up and shrugged it off her 
shoulders, then slipped her arms out of the sleeves.  Ronnie 
pulled it out from behind her and draped it over the bicycle that 
stood near their heads.
	Mindy was wearing one of those stretch sports bras, which 
confused Ronnie for a moment until he realized that there weren't 
any fastenings to undo.  He grasped the bottom of one of the cups 
and lifted it up and over Mindy's tit, the did the same with the 
other side.  Mindy stretched her arms above her head, and Ronnie 
worked the bra up and off her.
	Mindy's pale breasts were revealed to his and my view, the 
pink nipples erect and poking up into the air.  Ronnie leaned in 
and licked each of them in turn.  Mindy put her arms around his 
head and pulled him into her chest.
	Inside my hiding place, I figured they were preoccupied 
enough to risk a better view.  I leaned forward, bring my eyes 
almost up to the opening, resting my chin in my hands and 
propping my elbows on my legs.
	Other than that one wink, Mindy gave no overt sign that she 
was aware of my presence.  But it soon became apparent to me that 
she was acting up, intentionally giving me a show.  I began to 
suspect it while Ronnie was licking at her tits.  Mindy moved her 
hands between their bodies and cupped them under her breasts, 
offering each in turn to the tongue that lapped at them.
	"Ooooh, that feels good, Ronnie," she said.  "Suck on them 
for me.  Ahhh, that's right, baby.  Mmmmmmm."
	Ronnie slid his hand down over her ribs, across her tummy 
and right onto Mindy's crotch.  She spread her legs wide to 
welcome him, giving me a clear view of his fingers working in her 
notch in the process.  As Ronnie stroked her pussy through her 
shorts, Mindy rocked her hips up and back, enjoying the touch and 
helping him work on her lovebox.
	When she tired of feeding her tits to Ronnie, Mindy slid 
her hands downward and put them both on top of his hand, urging 
him to press and manipulate her pussy, using his fingers to 
stroke it for herself.  She rolled her hips energetically, 
moaning softly in response.
	"Man, you sure are hot today, babe," Ronnie said.
	"God, yes, Ronnie," Mindy replied.  "I feel really horny.  
I've been thinking about you since Saturday night.  I'm in a mood 
to fuck."
	"Well, I guess I can do something about that," Ronnie said.
	"You'd better," Mindy told him, "or I might explode."
	Keeping one hand on top of his, she moved the other to the 
front of Ronnie's jeans and cupped her palm over his hard-on.
	"Oh, baby, that's what I want," she moaned.  "I need it 
today.  I want you to put it in me and screw the hell out of me."
	Ronnie could hardly believe his good fortune.  This 15-
year-old vixen was the hottest thing he had ever encountered.  
Girls might want it as much as guys, but they rarely admitted it, 
and never as openly and directly as Mindy.  He slid the hand that 
was massaging her pussy out from under hers and moved it to the 
top button of her shorts.
	Mindy's cut-offs were from an old pair of button-fly jeans.  
As Ronnie struggled with the buttons down the front, she kept her 
hand on her pussy, stroking and manipulating her own crotch.  
When he finally unfastened the last button, he slid his fingers 
into Mindy's shorts and under her panties.  She moaned as they 
touched her naked sex, spread her legs wide to give him room, and 
pushed her hips up to meet his probing fingers.  Her own hand 
stayed on top of his, still outside her shorts but pressing his 
hand into her crotch and guiding his touch.
	As Ronnie slid his fingers in her pussy, Mindy moved her 
hands to her waist and began working her shorts down over her 
hips.  Ronnie pulled his hand away for a moment as she used her 
feet to push them the rest of the way down her legs, then kicked 
them off, leaving her completely naked.
	Mindy draped one leg of the mattress, her legs spread wide 
and her body angled to point her pussy toward me.  I could see 
the slick, red lips like a vertical cut across her crotch, 
surrounded by her dark pubic hair.  She kept her legs wide as 
Ronnie put his hand back on her cunt.  I saw him probe for her 
love tunnel with his middle finger and watched it slide into her.
	"Mmmmmmmm," Mindy moaned, "oh, yes, baby, that feels good!  
Push your finger all the way in me, Ronnie.  Get it in deeper.  
Yes, baby, yes.  I like that.  I like the way you touch me.  Oh, 
honey, keep fucking me with your finger."
	Mindy let him play with her naked pussy for a while, 
letting me watch the show.  I knew she was doing it to back me 
into a corner.  She was going to make me feel like a shit if I 
didn't keep my half of the bargain, especially after putting on 
such a horny show for me.
	After a while, Mindy reached down between her legs with 
both hands and slowly pulled Ronnie's finger out of her pussy.
	"Oh, honey, that feels so good.  But I want to do something 
for you, too."  She guided Ronnie's hand up to her mouth and 
sucked his middle finger into her mouth.  Stroking it in and out, 
she washed off her own pussy juices with her tongue.  "Does that 
give you any ideas?" she asked Ronnie, smiling.
	Struggling up to a seated position, Mindy pushed on 
Ronnie's shoulders, encouraging him to lie back on the bed.  She 
slid off the mattress and turned to face him, pointing her ass 
right at me.  Below her firm butt cheeks, I could clearly see the 
slot of her pussy, the lips slick and glistening with 
lubrication.
	"My turn, baby," she told him.  "I'm going to suck your 
dick for you.  Would you like that?"
	"Jesus, Mindy, yes!" Ronnie croaked.  "I loved the way you 
sucked my cock on Saturday."
	In a few moments, Mindy had unzipped Ronnie's jeans and 
pulled them halfway down his thighs.  His cock stood up straight, 
curving backward toward his stomach.  Mindy took hold of his 
hard-on, wrapping her fingers around it, and jacked up and down 
on it.  Ronnie folded his arms behind his head and watched her 
work on him.
	Mindy bent forward over his middle.  Her back and head 
blocked my view, but I could tell from the way she moved that she 
had his dick in her mouth and was sliding her lips down over it.  
Her head bobbed up and down, twisting slightly from side to side 
as she worked on Ronnie's cock.  Meanwhile, Mindy wagged her ass 
at me, spreading her legs wider to give me a clear view of her 
cunt.
	After a minute or so, however, she must have realized that 
I couldn't see the blowjob she was giving Ronnie.  She pulled her 
head up and looked at him.
	"I've got an idea," Mindy said.  "Why don't we both lick 
each other at the same time.  Scoot up on the bed, baby, and let 
me get up there with you."
	Obediently, Ronnie slid back on the mattress, stretching 
out horizontally, his head toward my right.  Mindy climbed up 
onto the mattress and swung a leg across him, facing his feet, 
with her pussy poised above his face.
	Ronnie wrapped his arms around Mindy's hips and pulled his 
face up to her, his tongue already extended and wagging in the 
air.  I could tell when he pushed it into her pussy, because 
Mindy pulled her head back, eyes closed and mouth open, and let 
out a long moan.  Then she dived forward, grabbed Ronnie's cock 
and plunged her mouth down onto it.
	They worked on each other like that for a while.  I could 
hear Ronnie slurping and slathering his tongue in Mindy's cunt, 
and she rolled and wagged her hips in response, rubbing her pussy 
against his face.  Meanwhile, she kept running her mouth up and 
down Ronnie's thin, backward-curved prick.  The slight curve 
seemed to let her take more of it into her mouth from this 
direction, because she was able to slide down it until it almost 
disappeared.
	Finally, Mindy pulled her mouth off Ronnie's boner, panting 
with exertion and arousal, using her hand to slide up and down 
his cock.
	"Mmmmmm, baby, that feels so good," she said.  "But... hang 
on a second."  Mindy stretched forward, pulling her pussy away 
from Ronnie's mouth, and reached down beside the mattress, 
fumbling in her purse.  I was stunned when she pulled out a black 
vibrator.  "I brought a toy for us to play with," she said.  
"Here... push this into my pussy, baby.  You can fuck me with it 
while you're licking my clit."
	Ronnie grabbed it from her, a wicked grin on his face.  He 
guided the tapered end to the entrance of her cunt and, putting 
his palm over the end, slowly shoved it into her.  Mindy groaned 
with delight and lowered her mouth to his cock again.
	Pushing and pulling on the plastic penis, Ronnie lay 
beneath Mindy's crotch and watched it fuck in and out of her 
pussy only inches from his nose.  Mindy spread her legs wider to 
give him maximum access.  I watched her suck on his cock 
energetically, using both hand and mouth to stroke and massage 
it.  Ronnie shifted his grip to the end of the vibrator and 
twisted the switch.  I could hear it start to hum, sending its 
vibrations deep into her middle.
	"Oh, jeez, baby!" Mindy cried.  "Oh, god!  Mmmmmmmm!  Oh, 
yes!  That's wonderful.  So good!"
	She resumed sucking Ronnie's cock passionately.  Her mouth 
and fingers formed one long tube that she slid up and down his 
straining erection, squeezing and licking and lashing it with her 
tongue.  Mindy twisted her wrist back and forth as she pumped up 
and down his boner.  She was moaning almost constantly, now, 
which must have felt to Ronnie like he had a vibrator wrapped 
around his prick.
	Both of them were nearing a feverish peak, both of them 
moaning and uttering little cries of passion.  Ronnie had 
attacked Mindy's clit with his tongue again, licking and nibbling 
and probing at the top of her opening.  Suddenly, Mindy jerked 
her mouth off his cock and pulled her pussy away from his mouth.  
The vibrator slipped out of her pussy and dropped onto Ronnie's 
chest, his fingers still holding the base.
	"Ooooh, baby, I was about to come," Mindy said, looking back 
at his glistening face, "and I could tell you were getting close, 
too.  But I don't want to come this way.  I want you inside me."
	Ronnie didn't answer, but he clearly agreed because he 
started climbing out from beneath Mindy.  She moved forward 
toward his feet.  Ronnie switched off the vibrator and tossed it 
down beside them on the mattress.
	"Put it into me from behind, baby," Mindy begged.  "I want 
you to shove that cock all the way into my pussy and fuck me with 
it.  Come on, Ronnie.  Put it in me."
	Ronnie grabbed his cock with one hand and moved up behind 
Mindy on his knees.  He had to push down on his straining boner 
to lower it to the target.  As it slid between her slick pussy 
lips, Mindy raised up to help him guide the glistening prick to 
the entrance of her fuck hole.  The muscles in Ronnie's ass 
tightened as he pushed his cock into her.
	As it slid into her tunnel, Mindy swayed her back, raising 
her ass higher, guiding his prick into the depths of her pussy.  
She pushed herself back toward him with her arms, taking him all 
the way in.  Ronnie put a hand on each of her hips and began to 
push and pull at them, sliding her cunt back and forth on his 
cock.  Mindy put her head down on the mattress and fucked him 
back, moaning and groaning with increasing passion.
	Ronnie knelt behind her, pumping his hips back and forth to 
slide his prick in and out of Mindy's pussy.  His hands rested 
lightly on her ass, stroked along the soft cheeks, slid down 
around her waist to caress the insides of her thighs.  Leaning 
forward and supporting himself on one hand, he moved the other to 
her belly and down to her snatch, pushing a finger between the 
slippery lips to fondle and tweak her clit.  Mindy gasped and 
drove her cunt back at his invading cockshaft.
	Then she rose up on her arms again, and pushed backward 
against Ronnie, making him sit back on his heels.  Spreading her 
thighs wide to push her pussy all the way down onto his cock, she 
rolled her hips around on his thighs, working the long, thin 
prick inside her channel.
	"Baby... do you... want to try... something new?" Mindy 
panted.
	"What?" Ronnie gasped, his face twisted with growing 
passion.
	"I want you...  I want you to fuck my ass," Mindy said.  
"Would you like to stick that hard cock of yours up my butt?"
	"God, yes!" Ronnie said.  "But... are you sure?  I mean... 
I've never done that.  Have you?"
	"Just once," Mindy said.  I didn't know if that was true, 
even if you counted the two times we had tried it as 'just once.'
	"Is it good for you?"
	"Oooh, baby, you don't know how good it is," Mindy said.  
"I love the way it feels, and I'll bet you will, too."
	She raised up and let Ronnie's cock slip out of her pussy.  
It was stiffer than ever, almost vibrating with sex-crazed 
energy.  As she moved forward, Ronnie raised up behind her and 
immediately started to poke his boner between Mindy's asscheeks.
	"Wait a second, baby," she said, reaching down toward her 
purse again.  "It's got to be real slick for you to get your cock 
in my asshole because it's so tight.  I've got some stuff in 
here."  She pulled out a jar of cold cream.
	"Here," she said, handing it back to Ronnie.  "Put some of 
this on my butthole and poke it up inside me with your finger.  
Then put some on your cock.  That'll make it good and slippery."
	To help him, Mindy lowered her head to the mattress again 
and, reaching back with both hands, held her asscheeks wide, 
exposing her anal pucker.  She had artfully angled her body, 
pointing her butt at me so that I could see the tight ring of 
brownish flesh just above her pussy.
	Ronnie unscrewed the cap of the jar and scooped out a 
generous portion of white cream on two fingers.  He wiped his 
fingers between Mindy's cheeks, transferring it to her butthole.  
Then, stiffening his forefinger, he began to poke it into her 
back tunnel.  His blunt finger probed the tight ring, then slowly 
started to penetrate it.
	"Easy, honey," Mindy whined.  "Go slow until I get used to 
having it in there."
	Ronnie pulled his finger out and gathered more cream on the 
tip, then began to push it slowly into Mindy's butt again.  Mindy 
froze, her hands pulling her cheeks open wide, as the finger went 
in deeper and deeper, past the big middle knuckle and all the way 
up her ass.
	"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, "do that again."
	Ronnie repeated his move, gathering more cream and then 
pushing it deep into Mindy's bunghole.  She seemed to take it 
easily this time, letting out a sigh as the finger pushed into 
her depths.
	"Oh, baby, you've got no idea how that feels," she gasped.  
"Work your finger around in there... that's it... you gotta 
stretch it for me... get me relaxed... so I can take your cock up 
there.  That's right, baby, just like that.  Yeah...  Mmmmmmm.... 
Put another finger in me now... I think I can take it...  
Slow!... Slow... That's it.  Yes... That's right.  That feels 
good, honey.  Work them around... Yessssssss."
	Ronnie had two fingers sliding stiffly up Mindy's asstube 
now, poking in and out.  It looked like he was able to push both 
fingers all the way into her.  Mindy began to roll her hips 
around, clearly enjoying the feeling.
	"Okay, baby," she panted, "I think I can take your cock, 
now.  Be sure to get a lot of cream on it.  My tiny little 
asshole is gonna have to stretch to take your prick in it.  Get 
it good and slick."
	Ronnie pulled his fingers out of Mindy's butt and scooped 
more cold cream out of the jar.  He wiped it along the shaft of 
his cock, then spread it around, getting it all over his rock-
hard fucktool.  Dropping the jar on the mattress, he knee-walked 
closer to Mindy's butt, guiding his cock toward the waiting, 
twitching assring.
	"Go real slow, Ronnie," Mindy begged.  "I want it, but 
it'll hurt too much if you don't go slow.  You gotta give me time 
to get used to the size of it.  It'll stretch, but you gotta go 
slow."
	Her hands still holding the cheeks of her ass wide apart, 
Mindy waited for Ronnie's cock.  He centered the head of his 
prick on her tightly clenched pucker and leaned forward.
	"Ummmmpf..." Mindy grunted.  "Easy, baby."
	Ronnie backed off, pointed his cock into the cleft again, 
and slowly pressed it into the bud of her asshole.  His prick 
bent downward like a bow, and Mindy made a long, high sound like 
a tortured mouse.  Suddenly, Ronnie's cock snapped straight and 
the head plunged past her taut opening.
	"Aughh!" Mindy cried, "Ow!  Jesus, baby, hold it!"
	Ronnie froze, his dick just inside Mindy's asshole.  Her 
face, turned toward me, was pinched up tight in a grimace of 
pain, and her clenched fists strained against the mattress.  
Gradually, her face relaxed and her hands eased.  She let out the 
breath she had been holding.
	"Ooooh, baby, I didn't think it would hurt like that," she 
sighed.  "You're so biggg."  This was a kind lie.  Ronnie's prick 
was long, but it was thin.
	Mindy rolled her hips slowly, making the head of his cock 
move around in her ass.  I could tell she was starting to enjoy 
it.
	"Okay, baby, give me a little more," Mindy said, "but do it 
real slow.  Just give me a little bit of that big cock at a 
time."
	Ronnie began to press his prick into Mindy's asshole again, 
moving so slowly that I could scarcely see it.  But slowly, 
millimeter by millimeter, it gradually began to disappear between 
the cheeks of her butt, sliding deeper and deeper into her 
bottom.
	"That's right, honey," she coaxed, "oooh, yeah, just like 
that.  Real slow, baby.  Oh, god, that's so sexy!  I can feel it 
coming into me, filling me up.  Do you like the way it feels?"
	"Jeez, Mindy, yes!" Ronnie gasped.  "I've never felt 
anything like it.  Your butt's so tight!  It's squeezing me -- 
ooh, god, I could feel you squeeze my cock then -- it's 
incredible, baby.  Yeah!"
	"Mmmmmmm..." Mindy moaned, "oh... go slow, baby... yes... a 
little more... a little more.  Oh, god, that's so sexy.  It feels 
like your shoving a pole up my asshole.  Is it all the way in 
yet?"
	Ronnie looked down between them and smiled.
	"Sorry, babe," he said, "but that's only half of it.  
You've got a lot more to take."
	"Oh, god," Mindy moaned, puffing out several quick breaths.  
"Okay... I guess... but slow, please.  A little more... that's 
it... okay, a little more... Oh my god!... easy... yes... a 
little more...  Ohhhhhh!"
	Gradually, Ronnie sank more and more of his cock between 
Mindy's asscheeks and into her rear tunnel.  As he pushed 
forward, she was slowly rotating her butt around and around in a 
circle, helping him slip past the tightly clenched rosebud and 
into her asshole.  I could only see a small section of Ronnie's 
prick, now.  What remained outside her was hidden between her 
cheeks.
	"Almost..." Ronnie panted. "Just a little more, baby.  Here 
it comes, now.  I'm almost in there."  He shifted his hands from 
the top of her ass to her hipbones and began to pull back on them 
while pushing forward with his pubic mound.
	"Eeeeeeeee..." whined Mindy, "ohjesuschristalmighty!   
Oooooooh... oooooooh... I can feel it... I can feel your hair on 
my ass.  Get it in, Ronnie.  Get it in all the way.  Ah... Ah... 
Ahhhhhhh!"
	Ronnie tugged with his hands and bumped with his pelvis, 
forcing the last little bit of his long cock up Mindy's asstube.
	"You've got it, Mindy," he crowed, "You've got the whole 
thing.  Oh, god, baby.  What a feeling.  It's incredible.  Do you 
like it?"
	"God, yes!" she answered.  "Oh, it's all the way up inside 
my tummy.  God, you're so deep in my asshole.  It's stretching 
me, and it's soooo deep.  Start humping me, baby, slowly.  Start 
sliding it in and out, now.  Go easy!  Oh!  Oh my god!  Yes!  
Just like that.  Fuck me, Ronnie.  Fuck my ass!"
	He pulled back out of Mindy's butt slowly until just the 
tip of his cock was still clenched in the tight ass pucker and 
then pushed slowly back into her again, sliding it deeper and 
deeper.
	"Like that, baby?" Ronnie asked through clenched teeth.  
"Is that what you wanted?  Do you like the way it feels?  I'm 
gonna fuck it all the way up inside you again.  Do you like 
that?"
	"Mmmmmmmm, yes," Mindy groaned.  "Your cock feels so good 
in there.  When it slides in, it's... it's incredible.  Bury it 
in my ass, honey.  Push it in there.  Yes!  Oh my god!  So good!  
Fuck me a little harder, baby.  I can take it now.  Fuck it in my 
ass, baby.  Give it to me."
	Ronnie began to move with more authority, drawing back and 
then pushing his prick forward strongly, shoving it all the way 
into Mindy's asshole in one long slide.  She was fucking him 
back, now, not just holding still for his thrusts.  She rocked 
back and forth, helping him drag his cock out and then stuff it 
back up her butthole and into her depths.  Ronnie started 
snapping his hips forward on the instroke, driving his prick into 
her, making a faint slapping sound when his thighs met her 
asscheeks.
	They fucked like that for a minute or more, stroking each 
other strongly, a little harder and a little faster as time 
passed.  Soon Ronnie's butt was flying back and forth as he 
pumped his dick into Mindy's asshole.  I could hear the slap-
slap-slap as he pounded into her butt.  Ronnie was grunting with 
growing passion, and Mindy was moaning almost constantly when she 
suddenly stopping fucking and put her hand back on Ronnie's thigh 
to stop him.
	"Wait a second, baby, don't come yet," she said.  "I've got 
an idea.  Just a second."
	Mindy groped around on the mattress until her fingers 
finally encountered the vibrator.  She wrapped both hands around 
it, her weight resting on her knees and the side of her face, and 
pointed the tip toward her middle.
	She pushed back, taking Ronnie's cock all the way back up 
into her asshole.  Guiding the vibrator to her pussy, she began 
to press it up inside her front fuckslot.  Ronnie clung to her 
hips, holding on, his eyes closed in concentration.
	"Can you feel it?" Mindy asked.  "It's so tight!  Can you 
feel it sliding into my pussy, baby?  It's right under your cock.  
Oh, it's so tight in there.  Is it making it tighter for you?  
Oh, god, it's like having two cocks in me at once.  Oooh... 
oooh... mmmmmmmm..."
	Ronnie was frozen into position, but I saw a shudder pass 
from his shoulders down through his middle and onward to his 
knees.  Mindy was arching her back to align her cunt as best as 
she could with the slowly entering vibrator.  She was pushing up 
with both hands, pressing it deeper and deeper into her pussy.
	"God, Mindy, I can feel it," Ronnie groaned.  "It feels 
like another cock in you.  Yes, it's tight.  It was already 
tight, but now it's even tighter.  God, what a feeling!"
	"Fuck me again," Mindy ordered.  "It's all the way in me, 
now.  Come on, baby.  Feed me that big cock of yours.  Give it to 
me again.  Yes, like that!  Isn't it tight, baby?  Awwwwww, yes!  
So good!"
	Ronnie was fucking faster now, his hips again pulling back 
and then shooting forward as he drove his cock up Mindy's 
butthole.  Mindy held the vibrator in her pussy with one hand, 
using her other arm to ease the pressure on her face as Ronnie 
drove her forward and down with his lunges.  He groaned, and 
somehow I knew he was getting close to cumming.
	Mindy sensed it, too.  With a twist of her wrist, she 
turned the vibrator on to maximum speed.  I could hear the sound, 
louder and faster than before, humming away inside her pussy.
	"Jesus!" cried Ronnie, and began to flail back and forth, 
slapping his cock into Mindy's asshole, then jerking back and 
driving it forward into her again.  "Oh, god, Mindy, that's gonna 
make me come!"
	"Go on, baby," she urged.  "Do it!  Come in me.  I want to 
feel your cum shoot up my ass.  Fuck me!  Come on!  Fuck me 
harder!   That's it.  Shoot it, baby.  Cream me!  Give me your 
cum, baby!  I want it!  I want it up the ass!  Come on!  Come in 
me!"
	Mindy was crying, just on the verge of cumming herself.  
Her words became unintelligible, just inarticulate whines and 
moans and breathy exclamations.
	"Ahhhhh, FUCK!" Ronnie cried, "I'm CUMMMMMING!"  He slammed 
his cock in and out of Mindy's asshole, again and again and 
again.  Then he pitched forward, hunching his back over Mindy's, 
pressing his prick deep up her butt.  Mindy was twitching and 
jerking and throwing her ass around, crying out as she joined 
him.
	"Ohhh... Ohhh... Awwwwww...  Ah... Ah... YES!" she cried, 
"Shoot it in me, baby.  Come in me!  I'm coming!  I'm coming, 
too!  Yes!  Ahhh!  Ahhh!  FUCK!  FUCK IT!  Give it to me!  FUCK!"
	The two of them were frozen for a moment as their orgasms 
peaked.  Then, slowly, Mindy's knees slid out from under her, and 
the two of them sank to the mattress, Ronnie stretched across her 
back, his cock still buried deep in her asshole.  I could still 
hear the hum of the vibrator, louder now that they were quiet, 
until Mindy pulled it out and turned the switch.  They both lay 
there, gasping for breath, slowly coming down from what appeared 
to be a monster orgasm.
	"Whew!" said Ronnie, after a while.  "That was really 
something."
	"God, yes," Mindy agreed.  "That was great, baby, just 
great!  I love the way you fuck me."
	In my hideaway, I was sitting there stunned.  For long 
minutes I had been completely unaware of myself, my location.  In 
my mind, I had been on that mattress with them, sharing the sex, 
getting more and more aroused, inching toward orgasm.  Suddenly, 
it was over, and I was sitting alone in my wooden tepee, just me 
and a terrific erection that I had absolutely no use for at the 
moment.
	I wanted to jack off.  I wanted to leap out screaming, 
throw myself on Mindy, and fuck the shit of her.  I wanted to 
fuck.  I wanted to scream.  I wanted to cry.
	What I did was sit there quietly, my hard-on slowly fading, 
while Ronnie and Mindy went through the aftermath of their 
lovemaking: embraces and kisses, clean up, pulling on their 
clothes, straightening the covers on the mattress, more hugs and 
kisses, a last look around.  They slipped out the door and were 
gone.
	I crawled out of my hidey-hole, stiff from the long time in 
one position and from the constant tensing of muscles in empathy 
with what I witnessed.  I was as tired as -- perhaps tireder than 
-- if I had been one of the participants.
	Walking around in the garage working the stiffness out of 
my legs and restoring circulation to my butt, I thought about 
what I had just seen.  It had been better than but something like 
a porno flick, I thought.  Exciting, sexy as hell, but ultimately 
maddening and disappointing.  It had left me all revved up with 
no place to go.
	I thought about going up to the house but decided not to 
chance it.  I didn't trust my ability to play-act around those 
two.  If Ronnie was still there, I might jump him out of 
frustration.  If it was just Mindy, I might jump her instead.  
But it was getting late, and Dad would be home soon.
	I waited more than half an hour before I slipped out of the 
garage's side door and out of the back gate.  I sauntered around 
the block and arrived at our house from the front.  There was no 
one home.


10. Turn About Is Fair Play

	Nervously, I turned the knob on the garage door and pushed 
it open, then let Susan enter in front of me.  She glanced 
around, taking the place in.  The double mattress in the corner 
was just barely visible from the center of the garage.  I tried 
not to look toward the sheets of plywood along the wall where 
Mindy was hiding.
	"Cool!" Susan said.
	I shut the door behind us, remembering to lock it.  Then I 
took Susan's hand and led her to the mattress.  We sat down 
together.
	"Like I said," I said, "this used to be... well, we called 
it the den, but it was sort of like a clubhouse.  My friends used 
to come over and we'd hang out in here."
	Susan bounced up and down on the mattress.
	"So all this got used for was boys?" she asked.  "You never 
had any girls over?"
	"Well, Mindy sometimes," I said.  "And she'd have her 
friends over.  But, no, we guys didn't have girls in here with 
us, not in our club.  We didn't like girls then."
	Susan grinned at me.  "I guess things have changed."
	"Yeah," I said.  "Just a little."
	She leaned in toward me, closing her eyes and offering her 
lips up for a kiss.  Self-consciously, I lowered my lips to hers 
and gave her what she wanted.
	It had taken me a couple of days to finally decide to honor 
my agreement with Mindy.  She had to get pissed off, first.  She 
made it absolutely clear that I'd never touch her again if I 
didn't keep my bargain.  My hesitation was more embarrassment 
than unwillingness, and I eventually agreed.
	We had set it up for the next Wednesday, when Mom would 
again be gone at her bridge club.  I'd gone out with Susan on 
Saturday, but we had no car and no chance to do anything more 
than kiss, with a little groping thrown in when we walked down an 
alley on the way home.  When I'd suggested Wednesday, Susan had 
quickly agreed.
	Soon after she had arrived, we were kissing on the living 
room sofa.  Susan didn't wait for me to make a suggestion.
	"Why don't we go up to your room?" she asked.
	"Well... I'm not sure when Mindy's coming home," I said.  
"But we could go out to the garage.  There's a neat place out 
there."
	"Any place," Susan said, looking up at me through half-
closed eyes.  Boldly, she put her hand on my prick and petted it.  
"Just as long as I get some of this."
	"I guarantee it," I said.  I took her hand and led her 
through the house and out the back door.
	Once we were on the mattress, things moved pretty fast.  
While I was kissing her, Susan slid her hand up my thigh and put 
her hand on my cock.  Then she unzipped my jeans and, using both 
hands, managed to pull my hard-on out through the slit.  She 
stroked it up and down, sometimes with one hand and sometimes 
with both.
	I ran my hand up under her knit top and played with her 
tits while I shoved my tongue deep into her mouth.  Then I pushed 
the top up over those enormous mounds and kissed the tops all 
over, running my tongue down into the deep valley between them.
	Susan's chest heaved as she became more and more aroused, 
and when she took a deep breath, it was something to see.  I ran 
my hands around behind her back and, after a struggle, released 
both the hooks of her bra.  I pulled the ends out as I worked my 
hands out from behind her, then pushed her bra cups up and over 
her tits, revealing their coral tips.  Quickly, I lowered my 
mouth and sucked on her already erect nipples.  Susan moaned in 
response, and pushed her chest up to me, burying my face in her 
soft breast.
	She was still stroking my rock-hard cock.  I slid my hand 
down between her thighs and cupped her pussy.  I could feel the 
warmth through her shorts.  Pressing in with my fingers, I 
massaged her slot.  Susan's hips began to move in response, 
rolling around and pressing upward against my hand.
	She let go of my prick and rapidly unbuttoned and unzipped 
her shorts.  Grabbing my hand by the wrist, she guided my fingers 
into her pants, lifting the elastic waist of her panties to slide 
my fingers inside and down to her snatch.  She was already very 
wet there.  I slipped a finger between the lips and into her fuck 
hole, which caused an even deeper groan of passion.
	"Jesus, Willy, I'm so hot," Susan said.  "Ever since we 
made love, I haven't been able to think of anything else.  I 
even... even got myself off a couple of days ago, but it didn't 
help much.  I wanted this..." -- she had her hands on my cock 
again -- "not a substitute.  I wanted you to fuck me again."
	"Well," I breathed in her ear, "you're in luck.  That's 
just what we're going to do."
	 "God, yesssss," she hissed.  "I want it.  I'm dying for 
you.  I keep imagining the way it will feel when you put it in 
me.  Don't wait.  Let's do it now."
	Susan let go of my prick and began to push her shorts down 
over her hips.  I pulled my hand out of her panties and 
unfastened my own pants.  For a moment, I had forgotten that 
Mindy was watching us from the shadows, and I hesitated briefly 
before pushing my jeans and underwear down over my butt.
	Mindful of my audience, now, I knelt on the mattress near 
Susan's shoulder and, pointing her legs at Mindy's hiding place, 
I spread her thighs wide.  For a moment, I let my hand play about 
her middle, rolling a fingertip around and around on her clit, 
slipping a finger between the lips of her pussy, and plunging it 
all the way into Susan's hot, wet cunt.  Then I bent down and 
plunged my head between her thighs.
	"Awwwwwww," she gasped, "oh, honey, that feels so good."   
Susan pushed her head between my thighs, reached up to grasp my 
rampant hard-on, and guided it between her lips.  She lifted her 
head and took most of it into her sucking, clutching mouth.  Her 
lips clamped down tight and slid up and down my cock.  Then she 
let her head fall back on the mattress, allowing my hard-on to 
slide out of her mouth.
	"Come on, Willy, I can't take any more of this.  I want you 
to put it in me."
	That was fine with me.  I lifted my head from between her 
thighs and spun around on the mattress, shifting my knees between 
her legs one at a time.  Susan pushed her knees up so that her 
feet were flat on the bed, holding her knees wide apart to give 
my easy access to her middle.
	"Do you have a rubber?" she asked.
	I don't think it would have stopped her if I had said no, 
but I slid my hand down between the mattress and the wall and 
pulled out the foil packet I had hidden there earlier.  Fumbling 
in my haste, I tore it open and pulled out the rolled circle of 
latex.  I centered it on the head of my cock and worked it down 
the shaft.  Susan ran her hand down it toward the base, smoothing 
out the rubber as I went.  Then she grabbed me with both hands 
and pulled me toward her pussy.
	I moved forward, pushing my pelvis toward Susan's waiting 
gash.  While I watched, she guided the head of my prick between 
the lips, paused briefly to slide it up and down in her slot, 
then pressed down and centered it in the opening of her cunt.
	Despite her tightness that clung to and resisted my 
invading shaft, Susan was so wet that I pressed all the way into 
her pussy in one slow, penetrating slide.  As my cock dived into 
her fuck channel, Susan let go of it and put both her arms around 
my neck.  She was looking down between us, watching my prick 
disappear into her pussy.  When I hit bottom, she let her head 
fall back, eyes closed.
	"Awwwwww, yes," she whispered.  "That's what I wanted.  Oh, 
Willy, you feel so good inside me.  Your cock is so big, baby, 
it's stretching my pussy.  But it feels soooo good.  Fuck me, 
now, honey.  Feed me that cock.  That's it, baby.  Oh, yes, just 
like that."
	I slid my prick slowly in and out of her a few times, 
making sure it was well lubricated, then began to stroke her more 
forcefully, shoving forward to bump against her mound, then 
drawing back almost all the way before pushing my cock into her 
pussy again.  The tight grip of her fuck channel around my shaft, 
clasping my entire length as I slid in and out of her, was 
extremely exciting.  I could feel Susan tighten around me each 
time I drew back, making the narrow tube clutch at me and try to 
keep me from sliding out.  She relaxed her grip as I pushed 
forward again, but her tight, teenage fucktube resisted my entry 
enough to make it erotically thrilling.
	Susan lifted her legs and wrapped them around my back, 
lifting her ass off the mattress slightly so that she could 
rotate her hips freely around and around, helping me slide in and 
out of her pussy by tightening and relaxing her leg muscles.  
Then she pulled me tightly against her, trapping my cock deep up 
inside her, my mound pressed against hers, and rolled her hips 
around and around, grinding me against her clit.
	"Oh, Willy, I'm so hot," Susan panted.  "You feel so good 
inside me.  Ah!  Ah!  Awwwww!   Yes, baby!  You're gonna make me 
come already.  I'm so horny.  Feed it to me!   Rub me.  Yes, like 
that, baby!  Oh, yes!  Oh, yes!  I can feel it.  It's gonna make 
me... it's gonna... oh, shit, baby, I'm CUMMMMMMING!"
	With a squeal, Susan began to jerk and shudder, her hips 
moving convulsively.  She was grunting and moaning and panting 
for breath, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her pussy clamping 
and shuddering around my cock.  Finally, she collapsed against 
the mattress, her legs releasing their hold around me and falling 
to the sides, her arms flopping straight out as if she had been 
crucified.  I had not come, and I stroked slowly in and out of her 
pussy, feeling her little shudders as her orgasm continued to 
flare up and gradually die down.
	"Oooooh, Willy, I really needed that," Susan said when she 
finally regained her breath.  "I wanted you so bad I couldn't 
think straight the past couple of days.  Thanks, baby!"
	"My pleasure," I said with a grin.  Susan raised her 
head and kissed me several times on the cheek.
	"Well," she said, "speaking of your pleasure, I don't think 
you came, did you?"
	"No," I said, "but I had a lot of fun watching you.  And 
we've still got plenty of time."
	"Anything you want, baby," Susan whispered. "I'll do 
anything you want.  Do you want me to suck your cock and make you 
come that way?"
	"Well..." I said, beginning to think I might be able to 
repay Mindy in the same coin.
	"What?" Susan said, pulling her head back so that she could 
look me in the eye.  "I wasn't kidding, Willy.  Don't be shy.  
Tell me what you want.  I want to do it for you."
	"Well," I said, "uh... have you ever done it ...behind?"
	"Of course," Susan said.  "Let me turn over, baby."
	"No..." I said, "I mean... in the back... in your butt?"
	Susan hesitated briefly, then her whole body shuddered.  
"No," she said, "but it sounds sexy as hell.  Have you done it?  
I mean, is it really possible?"
	"Once," I said.  "Yeah, it's possible, but you have to go 
real slow at first.  I gotta tell you, it may hurt some, 
especially the first time.  You're so tight back there.  But it's 
okay after you get used to it."
	"God," said Susan, shuddering again, "that sounds really 
wild.  The thought of that big prick of yours in my butt is 
really sexy.  I didn't think... I mean, I was wishing the other 
day that I was still a... you know, a virgin... so that I could 
give that to you.  I never thought about this, though.  I'm still 
a virgin there.  And I want you to have it."
	"Are you sure?"
	"Come on, Willy, let's do it right now.  I want you to fuck 
me there.  I want to do it with you, baby.  Fuck my virgin ass."
	I raised up on my knees, pulling my hard-on out of Susan's 
pussy.  Her hands slid down her thighs to her snatch and began to 
stroke it.
	"Turn over," I said.  "Let me get behind you."
	While Susan rolled over and clambered up onto her hands and 
knees, I reached behind the mattress again and pulled out a jar 
of cold cream I had bought the previous week.  As I unscrewed the 
top and dipped my fingers into it, I glanced over my shoulder.  
Through the slit in the fabric that was draped over the nearby 
sheets of plywood, I caught a glimpse of an eye.  Mindy had moved 
up close to the slot and was watching us closely.  I couldn't 
help grinning.
	Meanwhile, Susan was turning to look at me.  She saw the 
jar of cold cream in one hand and the gob on the fingers of my 
other.
	"Is that to make it slicker?" she asked.
	"Yeah," I said.  "Hold on while I grease you up."
	Setting down the jar, I used my thumb and fingers to spread 
the cheeks of her ass.  Her brown pucker was revealed, nestled at 
the bottom of a short tunnel.  I slid my fingers between the 
cheeks and transferred the cold cream onto her anus.
	"Ooooh," Susan squealed, "that's cold."  She wagged her 
hips back and forth playfully, letting me know it wasn't really a 
complaint.  Gently, I ran my middle finger up and down in the 
crack of her ass, letting her get used to being touched in that 
private part.  Then I centered my middle finger on the tight rose 
and pressed inward.  I could feel her tighten to resist the 
pressure.
	"Relax, baby," I said.  "The whole idea is to relax as much 
as possible.  You've got to let me in."
	Susan lowered her head to the mattress, making her butt 
stick up high.  She closed her eyes.  I pressed my finger against 
her asshole again, and this time I was able to slide it in.  
There was resistance from her virgin butthole, but I could tell 
that she was not resisting.
	Keeping my finger in her butt up to the first knuckle, I 
began to roll my finger around, pressing against the tightly 
clenched muscle, stretching it and helping her relax.  When she 
seemed comfortable with this, I pushed my finger to the second 
knuckle and repeated the process.
	"Wow," said Susan, her eyes still closed.  "That feels 
really strange.  I've never had anything in there before."
	"Does it feel good?" I asked.
	"Well... yes, I guess it does," Susan said.  "I mean, it's 
not like my pussy.  It's... it's sexy, though.  Put your finger 
in farther.  I want to feel what it's like."
	I pushed my finger all the way into her butt and began to 
work it around.  Then I slid my thumb into her pussy.  It slipped 
right in.  I pressed my finger and thumb together and rubbed the 
thin wall of flesh that separated her two passages.
	"Ummmmm," Susan groaned.  "Oh, yeah, baby.  That feels 
good.  I didn't think it would, but it does."  I felt her hand 
come up and brush mine.  She was rubbing her pussy from the 
front.
	I slid my fingers out of her ass and cunt and, picking up 
the cold cream jar, got another gob which I applied to her little 
brown hole.  I positioned myself so that Mindy would have a clear 
view of what I was doing.  Holding my first and middle fingers 
close together, I slowly pressed them into her anal passage, 
turning them from side to side.
	"Ow, careful," Susan said.  "That's really tight, baby."
	I held my fingers just inside the opening, working them 
back and forth and around and around.  Susan let out a sigh and 
relaxed.  I pressed forward gently but insistently, wedging my 
fingers into her opening.  Gradually, they penetrated her asshole 
and slid up her rectum.  My thumb was once again in her pussy, 
sliding in that tight channel, although it seemed looser in 
contrast.
	"Awwwww, god!" Susan moaned.  "I don't believe it!  That 
feels so goddamn sexy, Willy.  Ooooh, yes!  Your fingers feel so 
good up in there.  I never thought it would."
	"Wait until you feel my prick in there," I said.
	"Ooooh, yes, do it," Susan said.  "Go ahead, baby.  Put it 
in me!"
	I pulled my fingers out her slowly and scooped up some more 
cold cream to lather my cock, which was projecting straight out 
from my belly like a rubber-sheathed steel rod.  I wrapped my 
hand around my prick and jacked it up and down a few times, 
coating the condom with the cream.  Susan, meanwhile, had raised 
up onto her hands and knees.  She was looking  back over her 
shoulder at me and waggling her hips.
	"Go ahead, baby, sink it in me," she said.  "I want it.  I 
want you to be the first to put a cock in my ass.  I know it's 
going to hurt, but I want it anyway.  Come on, honey.  Fuck me in 
the ass."
	"I'll go slow," I told Susan.  "I don't want it to hurt 
you.  Let me know if it gets too much.  I'll stop and let you get 
used to it.  We just have to go slow.  And then you'll see.  I 
know you'll like it."
	"I like it already," Susan said.  "Your fingers felt so 
good in my butt, I couldn't believe it.  Can I...?  Can I come 
this way?"
	"Sure," I said.  "Sure you can come.  Just like the other 
way."
	"Oh, not like the other way," Susan said.  "Maybe better, 
maybe not, but not like the other way.  Nothing feels like having 
your cock in my pussy, baby.  That's the best."
	I wasn't going to argue.  I was going to stick my cock up 
Susan's ass whether it felt better or worse.  We had gone to far 
to go back now.  And Susan wanted me to do it, regardless of what 
felt better.
	"Do it now," she said.  "Come on.  Put your cock in there.  
I want it.  I want to know what it feels like.  Fuck me in the 
ass, honey.  Fuck my ass with your big, thick cock."
	My big, thick cock was well coated with cold cream and 
ready for action.  I inched forward on my knees, nudging forward 
with the head of my prick.  The head and shaft slid sensuously 
between the cheeks of her ass.  I put both my hands on her butt 
with my thumbs stretching into the crack of Susan's ass and 
pulled the cheeks apart.  Using my hips to guide it, I moved the 
head of my prick around until it rested on her butthole, which 
was surrounded by white cream and leaking more out of the tight 
little crinkle.
	Letting go with one hand, I wrapped around it around my 
cock and pressed forward.  The nipple tip of the rubber bent 
under and the head of my cock began to move inward against the 
tight ring of her butthole.
	"Oh!  Oh!" Susan cried.  "Easy, baby!  My God!  It's so 
big!"
	"Just relax, Susan," I panted, sliding my other arm around 
her waist.  "Push out!  Relax.  This is the hardest part."
	Stiffening my cock with one hand, I pushed forward with my 
hips while pulling back on her waist.  Susan threw her head back 
and groaned "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," as the large head of my dick 
pushed open her tight anal passage and popped through it to the 
other side.
  	"Auggggh!" Susan cried.  "Oh, Jesus, baby!  
Stop!  It's too big!"
	I froze, and my arm held Susan to me so that she couldn't 
pull away.  "Jeeeeeezzzzz!" she hissed.  "Oh what a motherfucking 
wad that is!  Is that your cock or your fist?"
	Susan slowly lowered her head to the mattress, her rump 
held high by my arm.  I put a hand down on the bed, my body 
hunched over her back.  We stayed in the position for a long 
time.  I wasn't getting any deeper into her, but the head of my 
cock was in her back tunnel.  I waited.
	After a while, Susan heaved a sigh.  I could feel her 
relax.
	"Damn," she said.  "That hurt like hell.  Shit, losing my 
cherry was nothing compared to that."  She took several quick 
breaths.  "Is it all the way in?"
	I laughed.  "No, baby.  Just the head is in.  There's a lot 
more to go."
	"You're kidding!" Susan said.  "Just the head?  Oh, 
Christ!"
	"Just relax, baby," I told her.  "The rest is a lot easier.  
The head was the worst part because it's the biggest around.  
You'll see."
	I shifted position, rising up on my knees and putting both 
my hands on her butt again.  I spread her asscheeks apart and 
looked at where my cock was joined to her body.  The tight ring 
of her asshole was clenched around the shaft of my prick just 
below the head.  It was stretched wide and thinned to a light, 
rosy-tan color.
	"I'm gonna put more of it in, now," I warned Susan.  "I'll 
go real slow.  But you stop me if it gets to be too much."
	Very, very slowly, I began to press my cock deeper into her 
anal channel.  The tight ring almost disappeared first, then a 
little bit of my prick disappeared into Susan's butt.  When I had 
gone maybe half an inch, I relaxed the inward pressure and drew 
back slightly, then slowly pressed forward again.
	"Awwwwwww," Susan moaned as I slid deeper and deeper.  "Ah, 
baby, that feels so strange!  Ooooh, slow!"  Her breath hissed in 
between her teeth.  "Oooooh, Christ almighty!  Easy, baby."
	But I had my cock buried half way in her ass and I was not 
going to stop no matter what.  Slowly but surely, I pressed 
deeper and deeper up Susan's butt.  She groaned and moved forward 
to relieve the pressure, but I followed her and kept it up.  My 
prick slid deeper.
	"It's so goddamn big!" she cried.  "I can feel it all the 
way up inside me.  Oh, baby, don't stop.  Come on.  Give me 
more."
	I watched as my cock slowly disappeared up Susan's butt.  
The feeling was incredible.  Her tight asshole was like a metal 
ring that was just barely big enough for me to squeeze through.  
Behind it was a narrow, smooth tube of flesh that was wrapped 
tightly around my cock.  It felt like she had a hand up inside 
her that was clenching my intruding dick.
	It was almost all the way up her ass.  I grabbed Susan's 
hips and pulled her back onto my cock, spreading the cheeks of 
her ass as I buried it into her to the hilt.
	"Auggggh!" Susan cried, "Oh, hold it a minute.  It's so 
deep!  God, what a pole!  It's in me all the way, isn't it?  You 
got it, didn't you, baby?  You got my ass cherry!  Ohhhhhh, jeez!  
That's incredible!  I never felt anything like it."
	Holding her against me by her waist, I rotated my hips, 
feeling my cock roll around inside Susan's rectum.  She groaned 
but made no effort to pull away.  I worked my prick back and 
forth in her channel, moving just a little in and out.  Each time 
I pushed in, Susan grunted.
	"Do you like that, Susan?" I asked.  "Do you like the feel 
of my cock in your ass?"
	"Yesssss," she breathed.  "Oh, god, yes!  It's sooo sexy, 
baby.  I can feel you so deep inside me."
	She pushed up on her hands and knees again, her head 
hanging down.  Experimentally, she inched forward, then forced 
her butt back onto my prick.  She rolled her hips in a circle, 
then repeated her in-and-out move.
	"Yessss," she hissed, "yesssss!  It feels good.  It doesn't 
hurt any more, baby.  It feels good!  God, it's so sexy!"
	Leaning on one hand, she reached back between her legs and 
cupped my balls, then moved her hand forward and stroked her own 
pussy.
	"You can fuck me now," she said.  "It doesn't hurt any 
more.  Oh, no.  It doesn't hurt at all.  It feels wonderful!  
Fuck me, Willy.  Give it to me!  Fuck my ass, baby!  I like it!  
Oh, yes, like that.  Slow and steady, honey.  Fuck me in the 
ass."
	Lowering her head to the mattress again, Susan reached back 
with her other hand.  Again, she cupped my balls briefly, then 
moved the hand to her snatch.  I couldn't see what she was doing, 
but I could tell that she was working on her own pussy.
	I began to push in and out of her ass with more authority, 
sliding almost all the way back and then pushing my cock back up 
her butt.  Her tight back channel clung to my prick.  The anal 
ring stretched outward when I pulled back, then almost 
disappeared inside her as I shoved forward to bury my dick in her 
ass again.
	"Oh, god, Willy, harder!  Fuck me harder, baby!  Yes!  
That's it.  Shove your cock up my ass.  Awwwwwww!  Yes, baby, 
yes!  Give it to me, honey.  Yes, like that!  Fuck my ass!"
	I was driving my cock up her butt, now, slamming my hips 
forward and then raking them back.  My prick sawed in and out of 
her ass, sliding back and forth through her tight anal ring, 
plunging and retreating in her ass channel.
	"Let your legs down," I told her.  "Slide down."  Susan 
slowly let her knees slide backward, her hands still beneath her 
busily manipulating her pussy and clit.  I laid flat on her back 
and then, arms around her hips, rolled over onto my back with 
Susan on top of me.  Her own weight, now, forced her ass down and 
onto my prick.  Susan bent her knees, her hands still fondling 
her middle, and began to lift her hips and relax, raising her 
butt up and down, fucking herself in the ass on my stiff 
cockshaft.
	"Oh, god," she cried, shuddering.  "I think I'm going to 
come again.  Are you ready to come, baby?"
	"Yesss," I hissed beneath her.
	"Do you like fucking my ass, Willy?" she cried.  "Do you 
like the way I fuck you with my ass?"  She bounced up and down to 
illustrate.  "Does that feel good, baby?  Come on.  Come with me.  
I want to feel your cum shoot in my ass!"
	That wasn't going to be a problem.  The feel of Susan's 
tight ass channel sliding up and down my cock, the feel of her 
soft, firm ass cheeks pressing against me as she rolled her hips 
around, making my prick circle and slide inside her butt was 
rapidly pushing me toward the edge that I had so far avoided.  
Now, I didn't care.  I was going to come in her ass.
	"Yes," I hissed, "I'm going to come in your ass, baby.  I'm 
getting very close, now.  I can feel it coming."
	"Oh, god, Willy, me too!  You're going to make me come 
again.  It feels so go in there.  Feed it to me!  Give me your 
cock!  I want it!"  
	She began to bounce up and down harder, lifting her hips up 
high and then dropping her weight onto me, jamming my cock up 
her ass, faster and faster.  "I want it!  I want it!  Ah... 
hhh... FUCK!"
	I knew Susan was cumming, and I was cumming, too.  The jism 
shot out of my balls and spurted up the shaft of my prick into 
her ass, where it was trapped by the rubber than still sheathed 
my spasming cock flesh.
	"Arrrrrrgh!" I shouted, jamming my prick up into her ass as 
far as possible.  "Jesus, YES, baby!  Ahhhh!  Ahhhh!"  Susan fell 
off to one side, unable to keep her balance on top of me.  She 
folded at the middle, pushing her butt back to keep me trapped 
deeply inside it.  Her hands continued to whip up and down at her 
pussy, and her body twitched and jerked as spasm after spasm shot 
through her.  I clung to her waist, pulling her ass back against 
my groin.
	Finally, we both collapsed limply.  I roused myself enough 
to snuggle my chest against Susan's back and cup her tits in my 
hand.  She rubbed her back against me briefly, but then fell limp 
again and lay there for long moments, panting to get her breath 
and slowly calming down.
	After a while, she twisted her shoulders and looked back at 
me out of the corner of her eye, an exhausted smile on her face.
	"Willy, that was the best ever!" she said faintly.  "Two 
cums in one day, and that last one was a killer!"
	"You liked it, huh?" I said, nuzzling her neck.
	"God, yes, honey.  I never felt anything like that before.  
Was it good for you?  Did you like fucking my virgin asshole?"
	"There are no words to describe it," I said.  "You're so 
hot, baby.  You're the best!"
	Slowly, my hard-on withered until it could no longer stay 
in Susan's tight back channel.  She tried to squeeze me and hold 
me in but only succeeded in spitting my cock out, which made us 
both laugh.
	I was suddenly conscious of our spectator again.  I was 
looking across Susan's body right at her hiding place, but Mindy 
must have moved back away from the gap in the drape, because I 
could see no sign of her.  I lay there a while behind Susan, 
massaging her breasts with my hands, giving Mindy a final show.
	After a while, I pretended to collect myself, raising up on 
one elbow and looking at my watch.
	"Jesus, Susan!" I said.  "It's almost four o'clock.  Mindy 
will be home soon.  We'd better get dressed."
	Reluctantly, we sat up and began to pull on our clothes.  I 
stripped off the rubber first and padded across the garage to 
stuff it down into a trash can under some other things.  Still, I 
had fewer things to put on than Susan, and we finished dressing 
at about the same time.
	With Susan's help, I quickly straightened the covers on the 
mattress.  I made a last check around the room, picking up the 
jar of cold cream and the rubber's shredded foil container.  I 
added the latter to the bottom of the trash can on the way out.
	As I went out the side door of the garage, Susan in front 
of me, I looked back toward Mindy's hiding place.  I had to 
stifle a laugh.  Her hand was sticking through the slit, her 
thumb and finger joined in an emphatic OK sign.


11 - Mindy's Story

	I was 14 the first time I let a boy go all the way with me.  
It was Eddie Vance who did the dirty deed.  Bless his little 
hard-on.  God, we were so innocent.
	Like any schoolgirl these days, I already knew the gory 
details of sex in theory at least.  Health education and 
scuttlebutt had seen to that.  I even knew about blowjobs and 
getting licked, sort of, although we girls all agreed that it was 
maximally yukky.
	I'd discovered my love bump more than a year before, thanks 
to some hints from friends.  Actually, I'd discovered it on my 
own while taking a bath, but my original reaction was alarm - I 
thought something was wrong.  Once I realized it was natural for 
that part of me to get all tingly, I would play with it at night, 
usually by pressing a pillow between my legs and rubbing up 
against it.
	When Eddie and I first started hanging around together, I 
never thought it would go so far.  I was still determined to hang 
onto my cherry for the forseeable future. My daydream was to save 
it for my senior prom.  I thought that would make a good 
graduation present for me, a marking of the transition from 
schoolgirl to adult.  I saw no reason to be in any big hurry.
	But Eddie was real cute and, as our relationship developed, 
my attitude gradually changed.  At first, I wouldn't let him 
touch me.  Well, I mean I wouldn't let him put his hands on me.  
There was plenty of indirect touching, of course.
	My tits pressed against him every time we hugged and 
kissed. I was pretty shy about it, at first.  When my titties had 
begun to sprout almost two years before, I was very self-
conscious about them.  Even when I hugged my Dad, I would bend at 
the waist and lean forward in an awkward effort to keep from 
touching him with my chest.  And I avoided wearing anything tight 
or revealing.
	But, as time passed, I grew used to having tits.  There was 
no use trying to hide them after the first year or so, because 
they grew to a size that made them obvious under even loose tops.  
While less than humongous, they certainly jutted out from my 
chest far enough to make the boys take notice.  I could see their 
eyes -- almost feel their eyes -- as they ran them over my body.  
When they talked to me, their eyes would keep drifting down to 
look at my boobies.  And points south.
	After a while, I got more used to it, though, and grew 
proud of my figure, especially my tits.  I started wearing 
tighter tops -- sweaters, halters, tubetops.  I bought my first 
bikini just after I turned 14 and spent hours in my room looking 
at myself in the mirror.
	So when Eddie and I started kissing and fooling around, I 
was a little hesitant at first but soon grew accustomed to 
pressing my chest against him.  In fact, I quickly got to like 
it.  And so did he.
	The first time he touched one of my tits with his hand was 
at the movies, of course.  Practically every boy, I think, must 
try the same move.  He had put his arm across the back of my seat 
and, as the movie progressed, he moved it down around my 
shoulders. After a while, he slid his arm around my neck and his 
hand down (oh so casually) just next to my breast.  I could feel 
the warmth of it, almost touching.  I half-expected a spark of 
electricity to jump between them, from finger to nipple.
	Then (oh so casually), Eddie turned to kiss me, pulling me 
toward him with his arm, which just happened to make his hand 
brush the outside of my tit.  As quickly as I felt the pressure 
it was gone, and there was nothing to object to, really.  But as 
he continued to squeeze me to him, his hand drifted back and 
pressed more firmly at the side of my tit, and this time it 
stayed there until I shrugged away. I broke away from Eddie's 
kiss, reached across my chest, took his hand, and placed it 
firmly on my shoulder.
	"Sorry," he said.
	Eddie hugged me to him again, keeping his hand on my 
shoulder, and resumed kissing me.  But it was like he couldn't 
get the feel of that brief touch out of his mind. Several more 
times during the movie, he managed to brush his hand against the 
side of my titty.  Most times it was so brief that I would have 
felt silly making a point of it.  But a couple of times I had to 
grab his hand and put it elsewhere.  Each time, I slapped it down 
onto my shoulder with a little more emphasis.
	I knew he was getting the point, but I wasn't sure how much 
I really wanted him to.  Well, I was pretty sure I didn't wanting 
him fondling me in the theater where somebody might see.  But, 
secretly, those brief touches of his hand were probably as 
exciting to me as they were to Eddie.  Each one sent a jolt of 
electricity through me like nothing I had ever felt before.
	After several more dates, I suspect both of us were 
spending more time thinking about his hand touching my tit than 
on anything going on around us.  I know I was.  It was like a 
game.  I kept moving his hand away each time he found some way to 
make contact.  Depending on where we were, I would emphatically 
move his hand away or let it linger just a little longer.  When 
we had found some corner to snuggle in, I might let Eddie stroke 
along the side or under my breast before I shrugged away with a 
"No..." that both of us knew was half-hearted. The truth is that 
I was beginning to want him to touch me but still thought I 
shouldn't let him.
	Then, one day at his house after school, I let him get away 
with it.
	We were down in the basement rec room at his house, making 
out.  His mom was upstairs in the kitchen making dinner; we were 
"watching TV."  In fact, we were on the sofa, kissing and 
hugging.  Eddie was French-kissing me, running his tongue into my 
mouth, and I was not just letting him, I was opening wide and 
licking him back.
	Then he ran his lips down my neck and nibbled at the base 
of it.  He'd done that before, and I really liked it.  At the 
same time, Eddie moved his hand up along my ribs and pushed it 
under my arm and around my back.  He wound up with his biceps 
pressing against my breast.  I started to shrug away and then I 
thought "Oh what the hell..." and let it stay there.
	After a while, Eddie slid his arm back out little by little 
until his hand was on my side just under my armpit.  Then, he 
shifted his body and his hand, as if by accident, came to rest 
tentatively against the side of my tit.  
	I know he expected me to pull away -- he was just getting a 
quick feel.  Instead, I took a deep breath, making my chest 
swell, and turned my body slightly.  My titty pressed into his 
palm.
	Poor Eddie.  I don't think he knew what to do.  Here he'd 
been trying all this time to get a good feel, and now that he had 
it, he was stunned into immobility.  He just sort of froze there, 
cupping my titty.  He even forgot to keep kissing me.
	So I kissed him, and pretty soon we were back to deep 
kisses and passionate sighs - everything as before except that 
his hand was kneading my titty like there was no tomorrow.  He 
was really clumsy about it, but I didn't know any better and it 
seemed like heaven to me.
	We didn't get much farther than that.  Before long, his mom 
called down the stairway to say it was almost dinner time, which 
was my cue to head home.  Eddie walked me to my house, only a few 
blocks away, and neither of us brought up the subject.  I know I 
was too embarrassed and I'm sure Eddie was, too.
	But, as they say, once you've crossed the line, there's no 
way to go back and not cross it.  From then on, it was implicit 
in our snuggle sessions that Eddie would be allowed to fondle my 
front.  And, after that, it was just a matter of time.
	One thing led to another.  I insisted that he keep his 
hands above my waist, but I let him slip his hand inside my 
blouse or under my sweater and play with my titties through my 
bra.  Most of the time we were in his family rec room, so I felt 
pretty safe.  Then, one day when his mom left to run an errand, I 
let him unhook my bra and put his hot little hand on bare flesh.  
Once that threshold was crossed, it was easy to cross it again 
and again.  
	Truth is, I loved the feel of his hands on me.  I swore I 
was going to put a stop to it, but only when we weren't together.  
Whenever there was a real opportunity to snuggle, I was only a 
little less eager than Eddie.  Maybe it was because it was 
forbidden, maybe it was just raging hormones, but the touch of 
Eddie's lips was enough to overturn any reservations I might 
have, and the touch of his hand was so thrilling that I got 
wobbly just thinking about it.
	I was able to keep his hand away from my pussy as long as 
Eddie's feeble attempts began with putting it on my leg.  That 
was easy because it wasn't thrilling enough to break down my 
resistance.  But our sessions gradually changed from sitting 
upright to stretching out on the sofa, and Eddie's leg somehow 
always managed to work its way between mine - casually at first 
and then higher and higher until it came so close to my crotch 
that I had to squeeze my legs together to stop him.  Until 
finally I didn't stop him, letting him move it up until the top 
of his thigh was rubbing right up against my pussy.  It wasn't 
long before I was rubbing back.
	Well, at that point it didn't make much sense for very long 
to try to make Eddie keep his hands above my waist.  I remember 
the first time he actually touched me there.  He was sneaky.  He 
made the usual grab at my leg and, when I made my usual grab for 
his wrist, he quickly slid his hand right up my leg to my pussy, 
dragged his finger across my crotch, and had his hand back on my 
waist before I could stop him.
	Oh, I smacked his hand good for that little trick, and 
cussed him, too.  It was several angry minutes and many repeated 
apologies before I calmed down enough to let him put his arms 
around me again.  But the whole time I was chewing on him, 
another part of my mind was going "Wow!" and my nubile young 
teenie-bopper body was going "More!  More!"  Because that brief, 
sliding touch of his fingers was more exciting than all the boob-
grabbing sessions that had gone before.
	It became a game, after that.  Eddie was always finding a 
new way to fake me out - feinting with his hand and then going 
for the gold.  I might block him a time or two, but sooner or 
later he'd always manage to touch me right there.  I kept playing 
the game long after I was secretly rooting for him to succeed.
	Finally, I gave up pretending.  Eddie was darting his hand 
around without much success one afternoon.  I caught him by the 
wrist and then, instead of hanging on to it or slapping it down 
somewhere, I just held him for a moment until he looked at me and 
then guided his hand right to my mound.  I rocked it up and down 
a couple of times to show him what I wanted, bumped my pussy up 
against his fingers, then pulled his face to mine and kissed him.  
He got the idea.
	Well, that held us for a couple of weeks, I guess, but 
before long Eddie wanted to get his hand inside my pants, and 
another lengthy contest of wills began.  As always, I won all the 
battles except the last one.  
	It was one of those rare occasions when I was actually 
wearing a dress instead of my usual jeans or shorts.  We were at 
my house that time, so maybe I felt more confident on my own 
territory.  Anyway, Mom was gone somewhere and Willy was 
upstairs.  Eddie was content for a while to touch me outside my 
dress, but I wouldn't let him open the front because Willy might 
come down suddenly.  I let him fondle my titties and then my 
pussy.  We stretched out on our sofa, hugging and kissing, and 
Eddie's leg worked up between mine, hiking my dress up high in 
the process.  Then he reached down, like he always did, and 
suddenly I realized that his fingers were under my dress and 
touching my panties.
	And I just gave up.  What the hell.  I liked it.  That thin 
layer of cotton was still technically outside my clothes but it 
felt a lot better than it ever had before.  I just lay there, 
limp on the outside but quivering and straining on the inside.  I 
wanted to shout "Go ahead, touch it!"  But all I did was whimper.
	Eddie must have read my mind.  He petted my pussy through 
my panties long enough to be sure I wasn't going to stop him and 
long enough to detect the heat and dampness there.  Then, 
tentatively, he slipped a finger just under the elastic of the 
leg hole.  When I didn't protest, he pushed it farther inside.
	If I close my eyes, I can still remember the feel of it.  
Eddie wormed his finger around and pushed across the sparse hair.  
The tip of his finger found my pussy lips and slid back and forth 
across them.  Then it burrowed between them, tweaked my clit - 
entirely by accident, I'm sure - and slid down to the entrance to 
my hole.  Ooo-wee!  A moment like that comes only a few times in 
a person's life.
	Eddie pushed his finger back and forth in my slot a few 
times, got it centered on the entrance, and pressed inside.  I'm 
sure I gasped with surprise and pleasure.  Sometime around there, 
everything changed for me.  I couldn't have put it in words then, 
but the approximate content was "Why the fuck have I been trying 
NOT to do this?"
	Up until then, see, I'd been basically a good girl.  Oh, 
sure, I was playing around a little, but within pretty clear 
boundaries.  But I think at that moment I decided that all adults 
were either liars or fools - or both - and that not only was sex 
not BAD, but it was by far the best thing to come into my young 
life since I discovered sugar.
	Adults, I suspected, weren't trying to keep me away from 
sex to protect me but to keep it to themselves.  It was another 
in a long list of pleasures they had tried to deny me, and it was 
by far the best of all.  In that electric moment, when Eddie's 
finger slipped inside the lips of my pussy, I changed from model 
child to rebel.  From now on, I would decide for myself.
	Eddie seemed to know about hymens, at least by rumor, 
because his probing was tentative and his penetration shallow.  
He fished around inside me cautiously, but that didn't make it 
any less delightful.  The universe seemed to shift from my head 
to my middle, my breath grew ragged, and my muscles went limp.  
All I cared about was that finger wriggling among the slippery 
folds of my cunny.
	Who knows how long it went on and how long and far it might 
have gone.  Suddenly, we heard footsteps upstairs -- Willy was 
walking through the kitchen, which was where the door to the 
basement was.  Eddie and I pulled apart, sat up and pushed my 
dress down.  He jumped to his feet and slipped across the room to 
the other side of the Ping-Pong table.  By the time Willy came 
trotting down the stairs, he was urging me to play a game.  We 
were so innocent, my brother never suspected.
	
	"Come on, Mindy," Eddie wheedled.  "Let me try it.  I swear 
I won't try to go any farther."
	"Nope," I said.  "I don't want to.  And I don't believe 
you, anyway."
	What he wanted was to lay between my legs and rub his naked 
penis against my naked pussy.  Eddie had begun lobbying for this 
several sessions before.  It would be just like making love, he 
said, except that he wouldn't actually put it in me. The thought 
was terrifically exciting, but I didn't let Eddie know.  I wasn't 
ready for that.
	"Okay, then," he countered, "then suck on it for me.  You 
said you would."
	"I said I might sometime," I shot back.  "I didn't say I 
would."  Actually, in a rash moment, I had agreed to do it, but I 
wasn't going to admit it now.
	"Aw, just for a minute," Eddie pleaded.
	"Yuk!  No way!"
	"Well, dammit, we've got to do something.  I can't take 
much more of this."
	Eddie had started complaining about what he called the 
'blue balls' several weeks before, hinting that it would have 
dire consequences for his sexual future if something wasn't done.  
He claimed that all the stimulation, without relief, was hurting 
him.  He groaned and complained about it every time we were 
together, and even threatened to stop if I didn't find some way 
to relieve the overload.
	I suppose it was partly my fault.  It had seemed only 
natural, with his hand probing my pussy, to fondle him back.  
Before long, I started unzipping his pants and putting my hand 
inside.  Once, to my astonishment, he'd shot off in his pants, 
creating a soggy mess.  That's what boys do, Eddie had reassured 
me.  But in this case, he'd had to run home and change clothes 
before anyone could see what had so obviously happened.  It had 
been pretty embarrassing.
	That had prompted a seemingly endless number of requests 
for something else, something more, all of which involved putting 
Eddie's poker into me some place - my pussy, my mouth, even my 
butt.  My compromise was to pull it out of his pants and put it 
in my hand.  But Eddie wasn't satisfied with that, especially 
since I wouldn't jack him off until he shot.  Most of the time.  
There wasn't much to attract me to it, after all, even if Eddie 
seemed to like it.
	"Come on, Mindy," Eddie repeated.  "Just for a little bit.  
I promise I'll stop when you say."
	All of this negotiation was carried out with Eddie's finger 
buried inside me and my hand wrapped around his hard-on.  I 
realize now that his boner wasn't very big, scarcely my hand's 
width, but it seemed big enough at the time.  In fact, it wasn't 
that much bigger than his finger, which he could now work all the 
way up inside my slick little pussy.  Which was making me feel 
very horny.
	"Well..." I said.  "Promise?"
	"Oh god yes, I promise!"
	"You'll stop if I say to.  No argument?"
	"I promise."
	"Well..."
	I never actually said yes, but Eddie got the idea.  My 
shorts and panties were already down below my knees, so it was 
easy to roll between my legs and on top of me.
	"Ow," I said, as his zipper rasped across my tender pussy 
lips.
	"Just a second," Eddie said, pushing up onto his knees and 
shoving his pants down.  I stared in wonder at his rampant boner, 
which was sticking straight out from his belly.  Then he let  
himself down onto me again, using one hand to carefully hold his 
hard-on up against his stomach as he wriggled down to press it 
against my slot.
	"Ooooh," I said.
	"Does that feel good?" Eddie asked, hopefully.
	"Yesss," I admitted.  It felt strange to have his length 
pressed into the folds of my pussy, but it also felt right. His 
nakedness was touching my nakedness.
	"Me, too.  God, Mindy, it feels great."
	Awkwardly at first but then with increasing confidence, 
Eddie began to rock back and forth, sliding his cock through my 
slot.  The upstrokes were particularly delicious, since they 
caused his boner to press and rub against my love bump.  I 
wrapped my arms around Eddie's neck and squeezed  him to me.  We 
traded kisses while he continued to work back and forth.
	I found I was getting more excited than ever.  This was 
almost like fucking, I told myself, reveling in the feelings that 
our imitation version was stirring up in me.  My breath, partly 
because of the stimulation and partly from Eddie's weight on my 
chest, was getting shallow and fluttery, and little tingling 
sensations were shooting out from my center and running up and 
down my backbone.
	Then Eddie, who was starting to jerk and twitch himself, 
pulled back farther than usual and, when he pushed forward, the 
end of his prick seemed to catch on the edge of my hole and take 
a sharp turn south.  It slid into me about an inch.  Both of us 
froze.
	"Ooooh," I whined.  "Noooo."
	"Oh, god, Mindy," Eddie panted.  "Please.  Let me put it in 
just a little more."
	"Noooo," I said, pushing feebly at his shoulders but making 
no serious move to get away from him.  So Eddie gave a little 
push and went in deeper.
	The sensation of Eddie's cock spreading me, opening my 
tight little pussy, pushing into a place no one and nothing but 
his finger had ever been is another of those special things that 
can't be explained in words, only remembered.  I knew we 
shouldn't.  My mind protested, but my body wanted it.  My 
suddenly hungry pussy wanted it.  My pounding heart wanted it.  I 
wanted it.  It was time.
	Eddie knew it.  He knew that my protests weren't serious.  
I doubt that he cared much at the moment.  He had his prick, as 
virgin as my pussy, notched in my channel, and he was as overcome 
by the moment as I was.  Instinctively, he drew back slightly, 
and pushed forward again.  His cock sank into me farther.
	Every facet of my consciousness was focused on the point of 
our joining.  It was as if a spotlight was shining on it, and 
everything else around was gray shadows.  His round peg was 
destined for my round hole.  He pushed again, and I felt him 
nudge up against something inside me.  At first I thought he had 
hit bottom, and I had this momentary fear I might be so shallow 
that he could not fit inside me.
	I don't think Eddie knew or, if he did, cared.  I'm sure he 
was thinking of nothing but getting in and sensing nothing but a 
resistance only slightly greater than what he was already feeling 
from my tight hole.  I'd like to tell you that he took my 
virginity carefully and considerately, but what he really did was 
pull back again and shove forward.  I'm sure he broke my cherry 
then, because I felt a pain inside me there. But Eddie didn't 
pause.  He pulled back again, pushed deeper, pulled back again, 
and sank his cock all the way into me.
	When his mound pressed against mine, I felt an overwhelming 
joy.  I knew in that instant that I had become a woman.  I moaned 
in delight and trembled with a sudden rush of feelings I'd never 
before experienced.
	"Ohhhh, Eddie," I gasped.  "Oh, baby.  Oh, yes."
	"Jesus, Mindy,"  he panted.  "That feels so good.  I can't 
believe it!"
	We lay there for several moments, pressed together. I 
rolled my hips around his invading cock, wanting it all, wanting 
it as deep inside me as possible.  Eddie pushed forward and held 
himself there, jutting his prick forward, pressing it down into 
me.  He was trembling, too.
	Then, slowly, very slowly, Eddie pulled backward, drawing 
his cock out of me until only the end was still inside.  For the 
first time, I felt that desperation, that sense of loss that 
accompanies withdrawal, and then, as he slowly sank it back into 
me, exultation, joy and fulfillment.  He pulled back and pushed 
inside me again, and my heart overflowed with love and passion.  
He was fucking me.
	Poor Eddie.  Neither of us got to enjoy it for long.  Less 
than half a dozen strokes later, he cried out, jerked himself 
rapidly in and out of me a couple of times, and squirted his cum 
into my pussy.  I remember noticing that the sudden slickness 
inside me eased the slight twinge of pain I had been feeling 
every time his prick rubbed past my torn cherry.  Coated in cum, 
his cock slid easily in my tube.
	And suddenly we came back to our senses.  There we were, 
body to body, his weenie actually inside my cunny, his juice 
dripping out from the bottom of it.  I think we were both 
terribly embarrassed.  When the moment has passed, it was like 
being caught with your pants down in public, even if the public 
consisted of one other person.
	We pulled apart.  I was even more embarrassed when my pussy 
made a little farting sound, and then I felt a trickle of liquid 
running down the cheek of my fanny.  Pushing Eddie aside, I 
jumped to my feet and, hand cupped under my dripping cunny, 
hobbled to the bathroom, dragging my shorts and panties around 
one ankle.
	In the bathroom behind the closed door, I wiped myself dry.  
Eddie's goo kept leaking out little by little, tinged with red 
from my busted cherry.  I remember noticing the peculiar odor of 
cum.  I wadded up a handful of toilet paper and put it in my 
panties like an emergency pad as I dressed myself.  I was 
terrified that it would leak out and stain my white cotton 
panties or, even worse, my shorts.
	When I finally got up the courage to come back out, Eddie 
had put himself back together, too.  By then, I was pretty mad at 
him, blaming him for going all the way, even if it hadn't been 
entirely against my wishes.  I felt guilty about having wanted it 
myself, of course, which only made me be harder on him.
	After lots of whispered accusations on my part and 
whispered apologies on his, Eddie finally got me settled down 
enough to accept a hug.  We sat back down beside each other on 
the sofa.  At first, I'd only let him put his arm around my 
shoulders.  After a while, I let him kiss me, and then it was 
okay.
	It was getting late, past time for him to be heading home.  
We kissed and made up, but I made Eddie promise that we would 
never, ever do it again.  Not any time soon, anyway.  Not unless 
we stayed together for a long time, which of course we would.  
And no, it wasn't so awful that we had done it just this once, 
but it would be terribly wrong if we kept on doing it, so we just 
had to stop, now.  We had to stop it all, except maybe hugging 
and kissing, because it might lead to doing it again.  We had to 
be good.  We swore to be good.  We were both full of shit.
	Well, we tried.  It was nearly a month before we did it 
again.
	Who knows what might have happened if we'd stayed together 
longer.  As it turned out, Eddie's father had already gotten a 
transfer at work and was waiting for summer before moving his 
family to Indianapolis, which was more than an hour away.
	When we found out, I thought we would die from the pain.  
It was awful, horrible. I cried and cried.  It was less than a 
month from the time I first heard of it until Eddie was gone 
forever.  It broke my heart for the first time.  It's been broken 
since but, no matter how bad it hurt, it never hurt as bad as 
that first one.
	So I slid tearfully into that summer I was 14, no longer a 
virgin but without a boyfriend.  A month later, things had 
changed dramatically.  Maybe doing it with Eddie had broken 
through my resistance, maybe it was knowing something most of my 
friends didn't know yet, maybe it was suddenly having no 
boyfriend, or maybe I was always destined to be a bit of a slut.  
Maybe it was a combination of all those things.
	Whatever the reason, that summer I began to run wild.  
Between the Fourth of July and the start of school in September, 
I fucked two different boys.  But that's another story, which I 
may get around to telling sometime.  For now, I just want to 
remember Eddie and me.
	
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
End of 'Porkin' Mindy' by Titmouse.  
Story 20

Author's Note:

Okay, I admit it.  The title is a dumb pun making an obscure
reference to a 70s(?) television show, 'Mork and Mindy,' which
has nothing to do with this story.  I thought of the title first
and wrote a story to it.  As it turns out, this is by far the
longest sex story I've written, with 11 episodes.  I'm done for
the moment, although I've always sort of planned to add to it.

There were no sisters in my family, so I've always wondered how
that would be.  If my younger brother had been a girl, I might
have gotten along better with him/her.  Boys who grow up with
girls might have some better insight into how those strange
creatures think.  After many years, I'm not sure I do.  To be
more accurate, I understand how, but not why.

But, just imagine you had a nubile younger sister who was as horny
as you were at 16.  What strange results might emerge from that
potent chemical brew?  This story is what I imagined.

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