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Prolog

My parents didn't make the money our neighbors did, and we wouldn't
have been living in this affluent neighborhood if my mother's aunt
hadn't left the house to her.  I always felt uncomfortable from the
snobbishness of most of the kids at school so I filled my schedule with
core classes and got my graduation equivalency certificate just after I
turned sixteen.  Although I had a very high SAT score and a 3.9 grade
point average, I had planned to go to a local community college first,
but I decided to take a year or two off to get some other experiences.

My uncle, who lived in the Midwest, suggested that I stay with them and
work on his farm.  Since I'd never lived in a small town, this sounded
interesting.  Besides, my cousins and I had always gotten along quite
well.  My mother wasn't too happy about me moving out at sixteen, but
she understood.  I didn't have many real friends and wouldn't miss the
local social life.

One of the few people who seemed genuinely unhappy about my leaving was
Ashley, the very bright little girl next door.  She was a cute ten year
old who often came over to talk with me whenever I was doing yard work.
 Her father was an executive in the Purchasing Department of a local
aerospace company, and they were loaded.  He and his wife had made it
plain that they thought we were in a lower class because we didn't have
the money they had.  Their house was a thousand square feet larger than
ours and decorated with expensive furniture.  They had a huge pool in
their back yard, and they owned a cabin at Big Bear Lake.  Even the
cabin had two stories and was twenty-five hundred square feet.

Ashley was their only child, but they were too busy with their social
lives to give her much attention.  For some reason, her values were
completely different from theirs.  Probably, she liked talking with me
because I listened and discussed her ideas rather than just telling her
she was only a child and didn't know anything.

Her views were as liberal and thoughtful as her parents' were
conservative and knee- jerk.  This included political, social,
religious, and even sexual opinions.  I enjoyed talking with her, but
always felt a bit uncomfortable when she, a ten-year-old, discussed her
ideas about sex.  Although she had no experience, she felt that anyone
or anything was acceptable as long as both parties wanted to do it.
Her not so subtle hints that she was looking for someone to teach her
about sex also bothered me, both because she was so young, and because
of the potential trouble I could get into if anyone knew we were even
talking about this.

While I had no plans to get involved with this little girl, her parents
would jump to the worst conclusion if they knew about the
conversations.  I was honest and told Ashley that I thought she was too
young to start, and that I had no more experience or practical
knowledge than she had, to impart to her on this subject, even though I
was six years older than she.

Chapter 1.

I really enjoyed the farm and my cousins, and the small town life was
so different from my experience that I stayed there for almost two
years.  The local newspapers and television had frequent stories
telling how kids in big cities are deeply involved in sex.  They
implied that kids in rural areas don't do anything until they get
married or at least until they become adults.  I quickly learned  this
wasn't accurate at all.  Two weeks after I got there, my cousins
invited me to a long Fourth of July weekend camp-out the local kids had
set up at a nearby lake.  I went along hoping to meet some girls.

Apparently, my big city background gave me an aura of mystery.  Many of
the kids equated big cities with gangs, killers and vicious people in
general, and Los Angeles was, in their minds, the center of the free
and kinky sex universe.  Since I happened to be fairly tall, I looked
older than I was.  I don't know what the girls expected, but I was
about a hundred times as popular as I had been in my high school.  One
girl, Martha Jordan, or Marti, as she preferred to be called, asked if
I'd like to be her date for the weekend.  I wasn't sure what that
meant, but she was good looking, had an outgoing personality and
appeared to be a lot of fun.  She apparently didn't know that I was two
years younger than she was.  I said, with rare verbal skill, that she
was the most attractive girl in the group and that I had been planning
to ask her the same thing.

She smiled broadly and said, "Well, it's settled, then.  Oh, you don't
need to bother with any condoms because I'm on the pill."

I was completely dazed by that offhand comment, and my verbal skill was
suddenly shot to hell.  I managed to say, "Uh, OK."  Later I learned
that she was trying to shock me, and was pleased by my mature lack of
reaction.  She didn't realize that it was because of paralysis rather
than maturity.

The two of us shared her tent for the three days.  While she quickly
learned I didn't have the experience she expected, she was an excellent
teacher and I, a highly motivated student.  Rather than starting out
with sex, as I had hoped, she taught me how to make love to a woman.
We spent hours that first evening just lying in her tent, kissing,
talking tenderly with each other, petting, stroking and caressing each
other.  While it was pleasant and exciting at first, my
sixteen-year-old hormones couldn't take much of this without me
becoming insanely aroused.

We had undressed each other, but we had done it excruciatingly slowly.
I was lying facing her, and my erection pressed against her leg.
Suddenly, with no additional stimulation beyond just touching her, I
began to ejaculate.  "Oh my, that certainly was a gun in your pocket,
and you surely seem glad to see me."

I was totally embarrassed, and didn't have any idea what she was
talking about.  Only later did I learn she was taking off on the old
Mae West line, "Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you glad to see
me?"  Marti apologized for kidding, wiped the semen from her leg, then
crawled down and cleaned me up.  As she did so, she fondled me quite a
bit more than necessary for removing the semen.  All the while, she
whispered to me about how much she loved the shape, size and other
characteristics of my penis.  At the time, her comments had a great
effect on my ego and sexual confidence.  Later, I realized that I was
fairly average, and that her comments were meant to do what they did.

It was only seconds before my erection had returned.  When she stroked
it a few times with her tongue, I was in heaven.  I knew about oral
sex, but I didn't expect it.  Even these few licks were wonderful.
When she suddenly plunged my shaft deep into her mouth, I didn't know
what to do.  I was hoping for vaginal sex, I had just had an orgasm,
and now she was doing something that felt far better than my best
masturbation ever had.

While my mind may have been uncertain, my body wasn't.  I moved toward
a second orgasm with no delay.  As she bobbed her head up and down,
sliding me in and out of her, I lay there without thinking, caught up
in the ecstasy of this wonderful new experience.  In only a few
minutes, I began to spurt semen again.  I was so innocent that it
didn't even occur to me that she might not like the taste of it.

"You're just lucky, Tom, that your semen was pretty mild.  From now on,
tell me when you're ready to come.  It depends on how I feel, I suppose
how aroused I am, as to whether I want to swallow or back off and catch
it in a Kleenex."

I apologized and thanked her, and she said, "Never thank anyone for
sex.  The idea is to give them as much pleasure as you got.  That way,
it's mutual and neither of you has to thank the other.  And, I did get
as much pleasure as you did.  I usually like doing oral on a guy,
anyway, but knowing that you're a virgin made it extra special for me,
too."

"Well, I was hoping we could do it the regular way tonight, but what
you did was great, too.  Can I do something for you?"  I didn't know
how to do oral on a girl, and I wasn't too sure I wanted to learn.  I
hoped she'd suggest we try the standard way, although I wasn't certain
I could perform so soon after two very strong orgasms.

"Of course you can, silly, but let's fool around for a while, first."
She later explained that she saw my ambivalence so decided that I'd be
more willing to experiment if I was highly aroused.  And she quickly
accomplished her goal.  I couldn't imagine masturbating three times in
a row, but I was sure ready for another orgasm, right then.

"I'm going to teach you how to do oral on a woman.  Guys think of their
cock as the major way to please a girl, but most girls can enjoy having
oral done on them much more consistently and often have better
orgasms."  She showed me how to go slowly and to tease; to give her
clitoris the maximum stimulation but with the lightest touch of my
tongue, rather than the strong rubbing that a guy would expect would do
it.  She told me that it was more fun if the guy takes the girl almost
to orgasm, then just pets and strokes the general area until she calms
down a bit.  If he repeats this about four or five times, when she
finally does have her orgasm, it's a real mind blower, to use her pun.

As I followed her directions and moved toward her vulva, I recalled all
the jokes I had heard about the similarity between the odor of a woman
and the smell of dead fish.  I was so aroused, I figured I could take
it, at least for a while.  However, I was surprised at how pleasant she
smelled and tasted.  She had almost no odor and it was more like the
smell of bread baking.  Likewise, her taste was just a little tart and
pleasing, certainly not annoying.

Marti moaned and told me I was doing just fine.  The more I did it, the
more pleasure I seemed to be giving her.  This was much more fun than I
thought it would be.  Besides, knowing I was giving her enjoyment made
me even more aroused.  I had no idea that I'd love licking and tickling
a woman's clitoris and vagina as much as I did.

I got so involved that I forgot to back off and tease.  Marti began to
orgasm, but I wasn't sure if she was just close or already there, so I
kept going.  She had a second then a third, then said, "OK, OK, down,
boy.  Or rather, up, boy.  You certainly are an enthusiastic student.
Wow, the only thing you forgot was to take me up then let me calm down
a few times, but you made up for it by keeping going.  No one's ever
done that to me before, and it had quite an effect.  Well, you've
earned your reward."

Although we just did straight missionary position that night, we did it
three times before we went to sleep.  I had, at times, masturbated four
or five times in a twenty-four-hour period, but I never expected to
have six orgasms in about six hours.  I've never slept more soundly.

She said at the end of the weekend, "Well Tom, I learned something,
too.  You're a lot better in bed than the old hands, probably because I
got to teach you to do things right and didn't have to try to break bad
habits.  If you're typical of all virgin guys, I think I may change my
dating choices."

Marti and I were together for the rest of the summer, and by the end of
it she had introduced me to quite a few more exotic sexual variations.
I got the idea that she had never tried some of these either, but
wanted to see what they were like with someone like me, who was open to
strange ideas.  We were in the midst of an interesting position in an
even more interesting place.  She had the key to the local church, and
we were coupled in the sixty-nine position on the minister's pulpit at
1:00 A.M. Sunday morning.  Suddenly, this brought Ashley to mind.  This
was just the outrageous kind of thing that she would have liked.

While I'm agnostic, I went to church out of deference to my aunt and
uncle.  I particularly enjoyed the sermon nine hours later that Sunday
morning, about how little the pleasures of the flesh really satisfy us.
 Marti and I couldn't bring ourselves to look across the rows of seats
at each other, because we both knew we wouldn't be able to keep
ourselves from laughing at how inaccurate we'd proven his sermon just a
few hours ago, right where he was now standing.

When Marti went off to college I was without a girlfriend, but I had
much more confidence now.  Although none of them compared to Marti, I
went out with quite a few of the local girls over the next year and a
half, and went to bed with six of them.  While they all liked sex and
being made love to, they were all limited to very conventional
activities.  Woman on top was about as exotic as they got.  They all
did oral because they thought it was necessary to do that to keep a
boyfriend, but they all did it badly.  My two most important
contributions to the six of them were, that I taught them how to become
expert penis suckers, and I showed them the difference between just
fucking and making love.  This last may or may not have helped them.
While they wouldn't settle for a jerk as a sexual partner, they may
have had a harder time finding someone who'd satisfy them.

I also did quite a bit of reading, especially philosophy, literature
and science so I'd be more prepared for college.

Chapter 2.

My mother sent me the application forms for the community college, and
I filled them out and mailed them.  When I got the registration
instruction packet, I knew it was time to go home.  Since it was early
summer I'd be leaving when there would be many parties and camping
trips, and would miss out on a lot of fun.  Still, I had plenty to do
at home to get ready for the coming year.  I had bought a used van and
learned enough auto mechanics from my uncle and a neighbor to fix it
up, so I packed all my stuff and drove the nearly two thousand miles
back to California.  I got to Los Angeles at rush hour and spent about
three hours crawling on the freeways to get home.  It was 7:00 P.M.
when I pulled up, and I was exhausted.  My mother had dinner ready; my
parents and I talked until ten o'clock then I went to bed.

The next morning I got up late and took the shower I should have taken
the day before.  Both my parents were at work since my mother had
gotten a job while I was away.  I threw all my dirty clothes in the
washing machine, added detergent and started it, then I made myself
breakfast.  When I finished, I walked over to the window and looked
out.  It faced the neighbor's back yard and their huge swimming pool.
There was someone I didn't recognize, sunbathing.  Her blond hair meant
she could be a relative of Ashley. She had a great figure from what I
could see.  Although she was on her stomach, she was wearing a string
bikini and no top.  From her beautiful round rear and very nice, long
tanned legs, I guessed she was between sixteen and eighteen.  Well, I'd
have to go talk with Ashley and have her introduce me to this gal.

When I started unloading my van, the front door of the neighbor's house
opened and the gal from the swimming pool stepped out.  She was wearing
short shorts that showed off her long legs, and a tight little halter
top that accentuated her nice little breasts.  "Tom, I'm so glad you're
home.  Your mother said you were coming back.  Wow, don't you look
handsome with that deep tan and big muscles."

"Ashley?"  I stood there staring at her.  I'm not sure, but I may have
actually had my mouth open, I was so surprised.  "What happened to you?
 You were just a little kid when I left."

She grinned and said, "Yeah, some change.  Do you like it?" and spun
around, showing herself off.

"Wow, you're gorgeous.  It's going to be a lot harder remembering that
you're still a kid, with a body like what you have now."

"Good.  As I recall, I wanted you to teach me some stuff two years ago,
and you wouldn't do it because I was just a child.  Well, you don't
have to teach me anything now, because I've already learned it.  So,
maybe you can take lessons from me.  I don't charge for tutoring," she
laughed.

We were both older and obviously more experienced, but she was still
six years younger than I was, and a minor.  I said, "Damn, the only
thing worse than a horny little girl trying to seduce me, is a horny
teen-ager trying to get me into the sack.  You don't look like a kid
anymore, but you're still underage.  Your parents would kill me if they
found out I was screwing their daughter."

"Not quite teen, yet.  If they haven't found out by now, they'll never
find out.  They think I'm still a virgin, and I stopped being that a
year ago.  Anyway, let me help you carry your stuff inside."

I was happy to drop that subject and turn around to grab a box.  That
way, I could adjust my rock-hard erection so it'd be a little less
obvious.  I did so, then lifted a box and handed it to her.  "You can
just put them on the floor inside the front door."

"Nah, if I'm already carrying it, I can take it up to your bedroom."
She trotted off.  I picked up a box and walked behind her.  Those
shorts were sure short -- and tight.  Watching her little rear end as
she carried the box up the stairs was hypnotic.

When we had the last one out of the van and into my bedroom, Ashley
said, "Well, now it's time to unwrap the presents."

I said, "I suppose you're right that I may as well unpack them right
now," however, I had misunderstood her intentions.  Ashley pulled the
halter top over her head and flopped down on my bed.  Her breasts were
still quite small, but they were so firm, round and upright, and her
little pink nipples stuck out so nicely, I was torn between desire and
ethics.

"Ashley, I really like you, and your beautiful little body is making it
hard for me, but I don't want to take advantage of you."

She smiled broadly, "I noticed earlier that my body was making it hard
for you, Tom.  Tell you what - if you promise not to take advantage of
me, I'll promise not to take advantage of you.  That way, we can have
sex and neither of us will feel guilty.  It's not like you're stealing
my virginity or anything."  With this, she slipped her shorts off and
lay nude on my bed.  Her legs were spread apart and in my direction.
Surprisingly, since she had developed so much in other areas, she had
no pubic hair at all.

"What do you think of my summer outfit?  I shaved so I wouldn't get
over-heated."  My eyes kept going up and down her whole body.  I
couldn't believe what she was offering me.  The more I looked and
listened, the more aroused I got.  I slipped off my shorts and
underpants together, reached into my backpack,  pulled out a condom and
put it on the night stand.  "Oh, I just love boy scouts.  I just
finished a period, so I was willing to take a chance, but that's even
better," Ashley said.  She reached up to pull me on top of her.

Instead of going right into sex, I lay down next to her and began to
caress and kiss her gently while I told her how much I had missed her
and how beautiful she had become.  This seemed to confuse her.  She
again tried to pull me on top.  I said, "There's no rush.  We have all
day; let's take our time and enjoy ourselves."  Gradually, she began to
follow my lead and we both enjoyed pleasuring each other.

Without any direct genital contact, Ashley began to show that she was
getting strongly aroused.  When she was just about to go over the edge,
I positioned my erection and pressed my glans against her tiny slit.
Because I didn't know whether her young vagina would stretch enough to
accept me, I went in slowly.  Although she was tight, she was so well
lubricated that I slid in easily.  My arms wrapped around her slender
body and held her tightly as I looked deep into her eyes.  Our mouths
were locked together as we both started moving our hips toward and away
from each other to plunge me into her vagina then slide me out as
quickly as we could.  I knew it would be better if I could hold off and
go slowly, but I was just too aroused to maintain any semblance of
control.

Ashley began to moan and thrash around, her face was flushed, she was
sweating, then she lifted her hips off the bed and rammed herself
against me.  I continued lifting away and pressing forward.  She was
shivering and jerking.  After about a minute of this, I couldn't hold
off any longer.  I slammed in as hard as I could, then ejaculated with
as much force as I had ever done.

We both collapsed and lay there entwined for quite a while.  When I
could, I caressed her gently and told her, truthfully, that I had never
enjoyed making love more than I did with her just now.  "I loved you as
a child two years ago, and now I love you as a beautiful, sensual,
desirable woman."  I continued petting her and telling her how lovely
she was, and how much I needed to keep making love with her.

"Tom, I thought I knew everything about sex and had tried it all.  I
don't know what you just did, but it was wonderful.  If it were always
that good, I'd never do anything else.  Oh, how I wish you had been the
first one."

"I guess it's sort of an anticlimax, but tell me what you've been doing
for the past two years," I asked.

"I like that -- anticlimax.  No one in my family every makes puns.
That's another thing I missed about you while you were gone."

"Whenever I did it on the farm, they thought I was weird, so I got out
of the habit.  I'll have to start again if you like them.  So, what's
been happening while I was away?"

"Well, about six months after you left, I started going around with
some other girls, and we all decided we'd like to have sex.  We had a
party and invited some of the guys we knew.  Since Candi's parents
would be away for the weekend, we had it at her place.  We all smuggled
some alcohol from our houses so everyone got pretty smashed.  We played
strip poker, and everyone cheated as much as we could.  Pretty soon we
were all naked so we had to bet other stuff.  There were six guys and
four girls there, and every girl got fucked by almost every guy.  We
were all pretty sore the next day, but it didn't last too long."

"After that, we four girls just kept auditioning different guys until
we had the ones with the biggest cocks or the best bodies or who were
the sexiest.  It didn't take long for us to get bored with those guys,
because they were only interested in getting more notches in their
guns, not in us all having fun.  So we changed our rules again.  We
just keep seeing how many new guys we can fuck."

"That's how I ended up hairless.  I was just kidding when I said it was
for ventilation.  On Memorial Day weekend Jillian's parents took all of
us up to Big Bear and dropped us off at my parents' cabin.  They left
and drove to their place at Arrowhead.  They figured we were too young
to know anything nasty.  We were just going to have a slumber party
with girl talk, as far as they were concerned."

"We went into town and rented some horses for the day.  After we
finished, we invited the guys who worked there back to my place for a
party.  They were all quite a bit older than the ones we were used to,
but they were even worse in bed than the kids we go to school with.
All they could think of was getting their rocks off, and to hell with
us.  Anyway, about a week later I mentioned to Jillian that I was
really itchy down there, and she said she was, too.  When we checked,
we saw some tiny bugs crawling on the hairs."

"Denise's older sister said we had 'crabs' and told us what to get at
the drug store.  We all had to shave to make sure that no eggs were
still there.  We got rid of the pubic lice, but we all agreed that it
felt nice walking around with our panties rubbing our hairless twats.
We haven't told anyone else, but we call ourselves The Beardless
Brigade."

"Do your parents have any idea about all this, Ashley?" I asked.

"Nah, that's one reason the four of us got together.  All of our
parents were involved in the "Family Values" political movement at
their church.  We knew each other only casually from school, but we
started talking and found that all of us were pretty much ignored by
our parents."

"The more we confided in each other, the more we realized what
hypocrites they were.  We all knew some things about our families that
were just the opposite of the tenets they espoused.  Our parents and
relatives have had many sexual affairs, did some major tax cheating and
accepted bribes, some of our fathers have a ton of all sorts of
pornography hidden (which we had found), they've had unethical business
dealings that really hurt people, and there's been incest and
abortions.  But they all go to church every Sunday and act very pious,
pitching abstinence and complaining about sex on televison and in the
movies.  Some Family Values, huh?"

"That's when I suggested that we should all just have as much fun as we
could.  Sex is supposed to be a lot of fun, so we should go out and
have as much sex as possible.  The other girls liked my idea, and
that's how we got started.  The trouble is, that a lot of guys only
care about their own fun, and not ours.  Can you believe that they all
loved us sucking them but almost none of them would do oral on any of
us?  I know about the nasty things guys say about the smell of girls'
vaginas, but we all made sure we were clean and didn't have any odor.
They wouldn't even try."

I said, "Wow, that's quite a story, but you might want to look at it
another way.  First, it doesn't matter how screwed up your families
are.  You should make your own decisions that are the best for you, not
to get even with your parents or be the opposite of them."

"Second, orgasms are fun, but you can have way different levels of
pleasure depending on all sorts of other things.  If it were just
orgasms, you could have them a lot easier and more consistently by
using a vibrator and a dildo.  That way, you wouldn't even have to
worry about the guys."

"But, it's nice feeling his body and skin against me.  That's one thing
that makes it better, although I've never used any of those things,"
Ashley said.

"Right.  Being physically close to the other person adds to your
pleasure, but it's even better if you're close emotionally, too.
That's one of the main reasons it was so good between us.  I really
liked you two years ago, even though I didn't have any sexual ideas.
You were always a horny kid, but I just let you talk about the stuff
and didn't even think of doing anything with you.  I liked discussing
all sorts of other subjects with you, and you were fun to have around."

"When we had sex just now, we both got more pleasure because we already
liked each other a lot," I continued.

"Yeah, but it was more than that.  You did some stuff that made me feel
better than it ever did before."

"That was because I know what pleases a girl, and I wanted to take the
time to do it for you.  The random guys you pick up don't know you, and
you don't know them, so you don't have any emotional closeness.  They
may not know very much about sex, other than fucking, and even if they
do, they may not see any reason to waste their time doing anything
special for someone they aren't close to."

"So what you're saying, is that we should choose the guys more
carefully and get to know them first?  That would sure slow everything
down.  Besides, I don't have to worry.  I don't need to look for any
guys to have sex with now that you're home.  Hey, maybe you could do it
with my friends so they'd know what kind of guy to look for."

"My parents are going to a big meeting of the "Right To Lifers," out of
town three weeks from now, so we four girls are going to be staying at
my place.  You could come over and spend the weekend with us.  I know
my girl friends would love it."

Now I had a problem.  The idea of spending a weekend with four sexually
very active, shaved, twelve-year-old girls was beyond my wildest
dreams, but here I was, giving morality lectures.  The girls had
already had more than enough hypocrisy from their own families and the
guys they'd picked up.  "Ashley, I love the idea, but I think it's
mainly for the chance to have a weekend orgy with four girls.  We just
got through talking about having to know and like the person to get the
most pleasure out of sex.  Now we're talking about me having sex with
three girls I haven't even met."

Talk about mixed feelings; I wanted more than anything to screw the
girls, but I didn't want to screw them over.  And, from what I had just
said to Ashley, I stood a good chance of killing the whole idea.

"How about, if I call and have them come over tomorrow night so you can
get to know them?  We could do other stuff for the next three weeks,
then you could decide if you know them well enough and like them."

"And, they could decide the same about me.  That seems like a good
approach, but they all have to realize that we aren't going to have sex
before then, and we may just cancel the whole thing."

"OK, but that no-sex thing doesn't apply to me, does it?"  Ashley
asked.

"No, I'm hooked on you.  And that reminds me, we've been talking long
enough.  Would you like to try something different?"

She squealed and said, "Oh yes, teacher.  Teach me all sorts of
perverted things."

Since we were still lying nude on my bed, I began to pet and kiss her
again.  Slowly, I moved down across her breasts, her stomach and
finally reached her shaved vulva.  I knew Ashley was going to love
this, but the effect her smooth pubic skin had on me when my lips
touched it was totally unexpected.  I really liked doing oral on a
girl, because they got so much pleasure from it, but this was
different.  Feeling her soft warm skin under my tongue and lips was
more arousing than just about anything I had ever done.  My tongue
flattened and stroked her along the crease between her right leg and
the side of her labia up and to just above where her central slit
began.  Then I went back down the other side and burrowed my tongue
between her legs.  I moved forward again, but this time along her
groove and not inserting too deeply.  When I got to the top, I pushed
my tongue between her labia and began to work back very slowly as I
slid it from side to side with a much faster rhythm.

When I found her clitoris I stayed there, circling it for a few
moments, then moved back to her vagina.  My tongue snaked into it as
deeply as I could then out again.  I plunged in and out until I felt
her beginning to respond to me.  Then I moved back to her clitoris and
concentrated on it with my lips and tongue.  However, my touch on it
was feather light so she could just barely feel me.  Ashley was moaning
and rocking her hips from side to side.  After about five cycles of
this, she suddenly shoved her hips forward and began to buck.  I didn't
stop until she finally grabbed my hair and pulled me up beside her.

"Oh, oh, wow, oh, uh, oh, yeah."  She seemed to be trying to say
something, but she just couldn't form any words, much less sentences.
Finally, she said, "That was worth waiting for.  Now that's what I call
sex.  Oh.  Oh, I love you, Tom.  I didn't think anything could be
better than what we did earlier.  Oh, wow.  That was even better than
when. . ."  I asked what she was going to say, but she just shook her
head negatively.

When she finally returned to coherence, she said, "Do you want me to
suck you, Tom?  I'd love to do it."  It wasn't a bad idea, but I knew
from everything she had said that she had probably never been taught to
do it properly, and I didn't want to take the time to teach her right
now.

"We can to that later, Ashley.  For now, I'd really enjoy a repeat of
what we did the first time, and maybe we can try a variation of it."

"Uuuw, you're going to teach me another perversion.  Just tell me what
you want me to do, teacher.  I'm putty in your hands," she giggled.
Well, maybe she was, now, but that was an attitude I'd help her change.
 The more independent and assertive she became, the more she could
control her own life.  I realized the risk inherent in this, that she'd
be more likely to move on and away from me.  That was a chance I had to
take.

This time I had her lie on her back and I lay crossways on my side.  My
right leg was on the bed so my penis was at her vagina.  Her right leg
was over mine, and my left leg was over hers, scissors style.  This let
me be deep inside her, while giving easy access to her clitoris.  I
held the head of my hard shaft at the mouth of her little bald vagina
and shoved forward to spread her open and slide inside.  Once I was in
as deep as I could go, I reached over, took her hand and put her
fingers on her clitoris.

"OK, Ashley, this is your show.  I'll stay inside you, but I won't move
until I have to.  You start playing with yourself whichever way feels
best to you."

"You're kidding.  I thought all guys hated it if the girl helped
herself out while they were having sex."

"Only insecure guys get upset because they think it's a put down if the
girl doesn't come just from their 'magnificent organ'."  Ashley slid
her finger down to pick up some lubricating fluid then started pressing
herself.  She hardly stroked at all, and it seemed as if she wasn't
doing very much to stimulate herself.  Gradually, she got more and more
aroused.  Since I wasn't moving, I could watch her and feel how her
vagina was pulsing around my cock.  It took about three minutes for her
to get about halfway there, then suddenly, she went from halfway to an
orgasm in ten seconds.  It didn't last as long as the one she had from
oral, but it was easily as powerful as either of the two earlier ones.

I couldn't hold off any longer and began to pump.  About two strokes
and I started to ejaculate.  Again, we lay there quietly for a few
minutes.

"Tom, if you show me one more different thing like that, my parents
won't ever be able to get me out of your bedroom.  I really like
masturbating, but the combination of you inside me, me stroking myself,
and you watching was just more than I ever expected."

We talked for over an hour while we were still connected.  Finally, we
had sex one more time, the regular way, and we got up.  We cleaned up
reluctantly and got dressed, since our parents were all due home soon.


Chapter 3.

After Ashley left, I could review what I had just done, more
rationally.  I was eighteen, a legal adult, and she was twelve and a
half, a definite minor.  I just spent the day screwing a young girl,
which was both illegal and possibly perverted.  I knew that she had
made the first move, but I could have refused to participate.  "She's
already been sexually active for a year and a half, but what she does
doesn't make what I did any more legal or ethical.  Damn."

I wanted to continue with Ashley so much that I knew my arguments in
favor of doing so could easily be rationalizations.  That meant I had
to examine all of my positive reasons much more critically than I would
have under different circumstances.

After we had dinner, I told my parents that I was tired and would like
to go to bed early this evening.  They said they understood, what with
the long drive and getting reacquainted with my surroundings.
Unwittingly, their second reason was precisely what the reason for my
exhaustion was.  I went upstairs, closed my bedroom door and lay in the
darkness, thinking.

I still don't know how much of my decision was colored by my desire for
Ashley, but I finally gave in to myself and agreed to continue our
sexual relationship.  She was mature well beyond her twelve years; she
had already had a great deal of sexual experience, most of it weak and
some of it bad; her promiscuity was a sign of her alienation.  I don't
think promiscuity or sexual experimentation is bad, unless it's done to
get back at someone or to try to fill an emotional void, and this is
what the girls seemed to be doing.  She needed someone who really cared
for her, and I loved her.  I didn't even think about the next ethical
problem: the other three girls.

The next morning, Ashley rang the doorbell shortly after our parents
had all left.  I let her in, and we immediately embraced.  Although I
had been determined to spend most of the time talking with her, it
wasn't long before my hormones took over and I changed my schedule.  We
could talk later.

After the first time, Ashley said, "I really want to do something
special for you, Tom.  How about if I do oral on you?"

As I had suspected, Ashley had never been shown how to do it properly.
She tightened her lips around me and pumped her head up and down in an
imitation of vaginal sex.  Her tongue wasn't particularly active, and
she made her oral cavity as big as she could to accommodate me so her
teeth wouldn't scratch me.  This meant the head of my penis was getting
little stimulation.

"Hold on a second, Ash.  Try doing it this way.  Fold your lips back
over your teeth, make your mouth small and suck as hard as you can.
This collapses your cheeks in and presses everything around me for more
stimulation.  Move your tongue all over my glans, but keep it vibrating
as fast as you can while you're sliding over me.  Let the head of my
cock rub along the ridges on the roof of your mouth.  Strong suction
increases the blood supply to the surface and makes my penis
exquisitely sensitive.  Put your fingers around the base of it, and
hold my foreskin back firmly.  You don't have to work so hard at
pumping me in and out."

Ashley changed her technique as I talked.  It didn't take long for me
to be close to an orgasm, so I tapped her gently on her head to warn
her.  Instead of backing off, she shook her head "no," sucked even
harder and pressed forward so the head of my cock was almost down her
throat.  My ejaculation was instantaneous and prolonged.  She stopped
moving, but kept me inside her with just as much suction.  I lay there
a few minutes enjoying the aftershocks and coming down.

"That was great, Ashley," I said as I lifted her off of me, pulled her
up and kissed her.

When my tongue slid into her, she jerked away and said, "I still have
semen in my mouth."

"So what, it's not dirty.  I like the taste of it.  How could I expect
you to do oral on me and not kiss you after all the pleasure you've
given me?"

"Yeah, but most guys won't even kiss me, much less stick their tongues
in my mouth after that until I've rinsed all the semen away.  Anyway,
that was sure different from the way I usually do it.  Where did you
learn all that stuff?"

"I shared a room with my cousin who's a year older than I am, and he's
very bisexual.  The first time he did oral on me, I couldn't believe
how good it felt.  He later explained his technique."

"Wow, did you ever do anything with him?" Ashley asked.  This was
something I hadn't ever planned on talking about, but I had to answer
her.

"Well, yes.  I figured I couldn't just let him do everything for me
without doing something for him."  I waited for her reaction.  Would it
be angry, negative, confused or just curious?

"The four of us promised to never tell anyone about us, but since you
told me what you did, we do it with each other sometimes, too.  They're
the only ones who do oral right, but you did it even better than they
do.  I figured it would take a girl to know what another girl needs."

"You're probably right, but I was taught by a girl who really knew
about sex and knew what she wanted.  She told me exactly what to do and
what not to do."

We spent much of the day talking, but we took breaks every so often to
make love.  Ashley told me more about her three friends, Candi,
Jillian, and Denise.  Ashley said, "My parents will be out tonight and
the Beardless Brigade will be at my place.  I told them about you, and
they want to meet you, OK?  They'll get there about 7:00."  I agreed.
I looked forward to meeting them, but I wasn't sure whether we'd ever
have sex.  The one thing I knew was, I had to try to help them make
choices for their own pleasure and good, rather than to get revenge on
their parents.

Chapter 4.

Ashley opened the door and invited me in then introduced me to all the
girls.  They were all surprisingly attractive.  Candi, with dark red
hair started by saying, "So. . . You're the stud who Ashley thinks can
teach us about sex.  OK, start teaching."

"While you girls probably need some instruction in techniques, that's
unimportant.  First, there's a difference between the mechanics and the
emotions involved.  We would have to get to know each other for a few
weeks before I would even consider anything else."

"We've already seen quite a few guys who thought they were God's gift
to girls and believed they knew everything.  I can tell you, they are
the worst.  We choose who we go to bed with, not the guy.  So, we quite
likely will decide not to have sex with you."

"You're right, Jillian.  Each person has to make his or her own
decision.  I could just as well decide one or more of you aren't
personally or sexually attractive to me.  It has to be an agreement
between both, and it has to be about a lot more than just sex."

"Oh jeez, I'm picking up vibes of a morality freak.  I don't need
anyone telling me what we're doing is wrong.  I hope he hasn't been
brainwashing or 'deprogramming' you, Ash."  This was from Denise, a
small Asian girl with long, straight, black hair, a nice little body
with no breast development, and a beautiful face.

"Give him a chance, guys," Ashley said.

"Look, let's forget about even thinking of sex for now.  Could we just
get to know each other?  You know, go to a movie or the beach or
something," I said.

"Sure. . . to the beach so you can get your rocks off seeing us in swim
suits" Denise replied.

"Well, I think the first thing you girls want to decide is whether or
not you even want to know me.  I'm willing to stay and see if we can be
friends, but I'm just as willing to leave and forget the whole thing."

Candi said, "OK, let's play table tennis.  You're a tall guy with long
arms and we're just little girls so how about spotting us, say, ten
points?"

I smiled and said, "I think I'm being hustled, but OK."  It had been
one of our main activities at the church recreation hall when I lived
on the farm, and I knew I was fairly good.  I figured that I'd hold
back and make them close games.

We went out on the patio, Ashley turned on the lights over the table
and Candi and I each picked up a paddle.  I noticed that she was
left-handed as I was, but I warmed up using my right hand.  She wasn't
very good and I wasn't doing too well using my wrong hand.  She won the
serve, I switched hands, and she drove the ball over the net at
blinding speed.  Then I saw that she had also switched hands.  She was
really right-handed and was playing with me just as I had been with
her.

I was ready the next serve and flicked it back to her left side.  She
tried but missed it.  She played a strong game but I was able to get to
nineteen while she went from ten to twenty-one.  "You're better than I
thought you were.  Thanks, for the game.  Who wants to play him next?"

I said, "Don't you play 'winners'?"

"Usually, but tonight it's you against us" Candi said.

Jillian stepped up to the table, we rallied a bit then started.  She
had a more balanced game than Candi, but was just as good.  I had to
work hard to overcome the ten point handicap.

I looked at Ashley and said, "Next?"

"No, I'll just watch, tonight.  It's Denise's turn."

Denise picked up the paddle and said, "Don't think you got away with
anything by that wrong hand shit while you were rallying.  And, forget
about the ten point handicap.  We play even."

The first thing I noticed was that she also held the paddle in her left
hand.  "Do you want to warm up?" I asked.

"Nope.  You serve."  She tossed the ball to me.

I put a hard back spin on the ball which usually made an inexperienced
player return it into the net.  Even a better player tended to have to
lift it to get it over which allowed me to slam it back. Denise didn't
do either.  She drove it down my throat.  My second serve had strong
topspin on it.  She stood way back from the table and slammed it back.
I returned it fast and low to her right side so she would have use her
back-hand.  She didn't.  She ran around the side of the table and drove
it back with her very strong fore-hand.  I knew it was coming way to
the right side of the table so I tossed the paddle from my left to my
right hand and drove it back.

I had never seen anyone run back and forth around the table as fast as
she did.  I didn't back off at all and only won by three points.
Denise grinned at me and said, "Well, if you're as good in bed as you
are at table tennis, you might be worthwhile."

"And if you're as energetic in bed as you are at the table, I'll
probably have a heart attack."

Ashley played Denise while I watched.  She wasn't as fast as Denise,
and she didn't drive as hard, but she was extremely accurate, and she
managed to return just about every drive that Denise put over.  She
barely won a hard-fought game from Denise's missed slams.

As we took turns I was gradually accepted.  Inside, we sat and had soft
drinks and chips.  Denise said, "OK, I'm willing to give him a chance.
How should we work this, girls?  Who goes to bed with him, first?"

I interrupted, "I wasn't kidding when I said no sex until we get to
know each other."

Jillian said, "I don't like to get to know the guys.  When I walk away,
I don't want them following me, and I don't want to feel like I have to
do anything for them."

"Yeah, most guys both have dicks and are dicks.  They're all willing to
screw you if they get the chance, but they'll be just as quick to screw
you over," Candi added.

"OK, that makes it easier.  I won't have sex with either of you, and I
promise not to screw you over.  If we can develop a friendship, fine,
but sex won't be a part of it."

"Yeah, you say that now, but as soon as we spread our legs, you'll be
between them in an instant," Jillian said.

"If that's your philosophy, fine.  For myself, I go into getting to
know people believing they won't do anything to hurt me, and I'm
usually right.  If they do, then I back off and don't let them do it
again."

"Well. . . no sex at all, right?" Candi said.

"Agreed."

"I guess that means Ashley and I get to share you in bed," Denise said.

"No.  I've known Ashley for years, and I'm hooked on her, but as I
said, we have to get to know each other for a minimum of three weeks
before we even consider having sex."

"Jeez, you're no fun at all."

"I'm a good table tennis player" I said.

"Yeah, there's that.  If you're as good in bed as you are at the table,
you'll be a hundred times as good as the guys we usually have sex with.
 OK, no sex until we get to know each other," Denise agreed.

Chapter 5.

About six months later my mother said, "Tom, I know you like Ashley and
her three friends, but don't you think they're a little young for you?
I would have thought you would have a girlfriend your own age."

"You're right, mom, but while these four kids come from financially
well-off homes, they've all had some rough times that messed them up.
I've taken them on as a project to see if I can help them move toward
better adjustment."

My father said, "My son, the parlor psychologist.  Don't get yourself
in too deep, and I mean that both ways.  Remember, no matter how pure
your motives are and whether they agree or even instigate it, if you
screw them you can be charged with statutory rape.  They could even
claim that even if you don't do anything, if they get pissed at you."

"I know, dad."

"Oh, Charles.  Tom wouldn't do anything like that."

"Yeah, yeah, but be sure to use protection while you're not doing
'anything like that'."

I didn't tell them that all four of the girls were on the contraceptive
patch, and that one or more of them managed to get together with me
every day.  Candi and Jillian had changed their minds after two months
and asked if I'd reconsider my statement of no sex with them.  All four
had all stopped having sex with any other guys, and they realized how
much more fun it was if you knew and cared for the other person.  While
I enjoyed sex with each of them, Ashley and Denise were my favorites.

Gradually, Candi and Jillian became very close and spent most of their
time together.  When we had sex it was always with both of them so they
could love each other at the same time.  Denise was a wild woman.  She
could have more and harder orgasms than any other girl I had been with.
 Ashley was quite open and experimental so there was always something
new and fresh.

I realized that I really loved all four of these girls.  By the time I
had gotten my PhD in Psychology all four of them were in college, and
all living in the condo I had managed to buy with a moderate sized
bequest from a grandparent.

Candi and Jillian decided they wanted to be life partners.  Ashley
said, "Denise and I have also decided something.  We want to marry you,
Tom, and you'll never get around to asking either of us.  First, do you
have a choice?"

"I love both of you so much that I would hate to choose one over the
other."

"That's what we figured," Denise said, "so we tossed a coin, and I won.
 That means you and I get married officially, but really it'll be a
three-way marriage of you, me, and Ashley.  Are you willing?"

"Sounds great, even if three-way relationships are supposed to be
unstable."

Epilogue

Candi and Jillian stayed in the condo and Ashley, Denise and I bought a
house, but all five of us have remained very close.  It turned out that
the three-way relationship has been extremely stable. We've all been
together for fifteen years and I have eight kids: three from Ashley,
three from Denise, who live with us, and one each from Candi and
Jillian who live with them.
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