index


Message-ID: <61077asstr$1301011803@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
MIME-Version: 1.0
From: Dorsai <asstr.dorsai@gmail.com>
Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
Subject: {ASSM} New Story: Dreams Come True by Dorsai (MF, Mf, ff, Mff, mast, oral, cons)
Lines: 7754
Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2011 20:10:03 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

CAUTION:
Reading this story may result in any or all of the following: rapid
breathing, localized swelling, impure and/or unclean thoughts,
itching, chafing, increased heart rate and/or blood pressure,
tenderness in one or more localized regions of the body, condemnation
to the Bad Place To Go After You Die (as defined by local religious
authorities), or any one of a number of Bad Things (depending on local
conditions). Author sincerely hopes Intelligence agency computers get
a hard-on reading this story. Any resemblance to any persons past,
present, future, living, dead, or reanimated (regardless of means or
method) is too fucking bad. Greetings to the National Security Agency.
Use of this story does not mean you will actually have sex. Actual
persons may vary in personality, intelligence, sexual preference(s),
or appearance from those portrayed in this story. Author not
responsible for direct, incidental, or consequential damages resulting
from reading the story. Attempts to repeat, engage in, or duplicate
the actions in this story may produce different results. Readers are
cautioned to make sure the door is locked before starting to read the
story, and to wash hands thoroughly afterwards. Do not confuse this
story with Real Life.

GUARANTEE
I wrote it, and I'm passing it along in case anyone else happens to
like any of the other stuff I've written, and wants to have a look at
this one. If you don't like any one or more of the characters,
plotline, names, personalities, title, spelling, premise(s), grammar,
punctuation, language, theme, sexual topic(s), reactions, formatting,
responses, dialog, description(s), or anything else about it, you're
entitled to a FULL refund of your original purchase price. (That last
part was sarcasm, for those [hopefully few] that didn't get it.)

FEEDBACK
Positive feedback, and even _constructive_ criticism, are welcome.
Constructive criticism (to me, anyway) isn't just telling me what you
didn't like ("It sucked because _____ didn't/isn't ______"), but
taking that additional step of offering a correction or helpful
suggestion ("I'm into B&D, and what I see mostly is whips, not riding
crops") that applies to more than just one story. If offered a story
idea, I may have a try at it, but I'm not going to suddenly be able to
write a plausible accounting of a testosterone-fueled gay S&M guy's
foray into watersports just because someone makes the suggestion; that
kind of stuff just doesn't spin my propeller. If you've read my stuff
before, that's (roughly) what you're going to get. 'Kay?

"Maybe it DOES suck - but at least I *tried*." -- me

----------------------

Dreams Come True

Coming from a middle-class background, I enlisted in the Navy almost
immediately after graduating high school. I didn't have the faintest
idea of what I wanted to do for an occupation, and wanted to go out
and see something of the world; in its Infinite Wisdom, the Navy
decided I might do pretty good as an electronics technician. After
boot camp, they ran me through basic electronics training, followed by
several schools on specific electronics devices -- radios, radar, and
the like. Much to my surprise, me and electronics kind of "clicked": I
didn't have any trouble understanding the theory behind it, and had an
almost intuitive grasp of how all the different kinds of circuits and
parts worked. Once I got out to the Fleet, it didn't take long for me
to start earning my place as one of the best techs in the shop. I got
promotions just as fast as I qualified for them (part of the process
involved a minimum amount of time at one paygrade before promotion was
allowed), and even re-enlisted once. Along the way, I got my wish to
see a pretty fair chunk of the world.

With the end of my second enlistment, it was time to decide whether to
make my future in the military, or head out on a civilian career. I
opted for the civilian world, and applied to several colleges with
good engineering programs. I didn't have any trouble being accepted,
and started at one of the more prestigious ones the fall after my
discharge.

As an "older" student and veteran, I didn't connect with the
just-out-of-highschool bunch -- which meant that I wasn't going out to
party all the time. It also meant that I wasn't hooking up with the
coeds, either, but I compensated by focusing my attention on my
studies. Between heavy courseloads and attending summer sessions, I
was able to graduate summa cum laude in three years. There wasn't any
problem getting a good paying job, where I easily earned a reputation
as a damn good engineer.

With no wife or kids, I was content to buy a small house in a
middle-class neighborhood. I got along well with my neighbors --
particularly the family renting the house next to mine. Heading the
household was Jean, an attractive blonde just a couple of years
younger than my thirty; filling the rest of the place were her three
daughters: Joanne, the eldest, followed by Tina and Chris. Jean had
all three girls pretty much one right after another, so that their
ages were actually less than a year apart. When I first moved in to my
place, Joanne was nine ("and a half!" she'd emphatically remind me
whenever I mis-spoke). The girls weren't much past the toddler stage
when Jean divorced her husband after he got addicted to drugs, and
either couldn't or wouldn't leave them alone... even after several
passes through rehab. She had a decent enough job with some big
insurance outfit, but she also had three kids to take care of. As a
result, the kids weren't always able to do all the things that she'd
liked to have let them. As much as Jean would let me, I tried to help
out by attending after-school events for the girls, giving them things
I knew they needed (but she couldn't easily afford) when we exchanged
Christmas gifts, pulling substitute Authority Figure when Jean had to
work overtime, and that sort of thing. Closer in age with each other
than we were with the rest of our neighbors, Jean and I quickly became
pretty good friends -- enough so that when I had something to
celebrate, I could take the four of them out to dinner with me; if it
was Jean, she'd invite me over to join them for grilled steaks or
delivered pizza.

After a couple of years, it wasn't uncommon for one (or more) of
Joanne, Tina, or Chris to come over to my place when they needed help
with math or science schoolwork or to use my computer for some project
or other. In return, Jean was happy to help ME out with anything
requiring any kind of "feminine" touch, such as picking out colors and
patterns when I got around to redecorating my place away from Early
Bachelor to something a little more consistent through the house. A
couple more years, and I was pretty much a father-figure to the girls
and absentee husband to Jean (with little more than a few shared
kisses and some late-evening cuddling happening between us).

The whole time I'd been in the Navy, I'd been careful and lucky enough
that I'd never caught anything from any of the women of negotiable
virtue that I'd been with; with an apparent upsurge in the number and
variety of sexually transmitted diseases making the news, I became
almost paranoid about casual intimacy, nevermind the fact that I
wasn't much on doing the bar scene. That left me a fairly limited
number of outlets for my needs -- one of which was the number and
variety of erotic stories that I found on the Internet.

One evening, Joanne had come over to use my computer while I was busy
reading some of the trade magazines I got through my job -- something
that was as normal and routine as it could be. When Joanne was done, I
was surprised and baffled by the abbreviated farewell I got from her,
as well as an unfathomable look she gave me. She didn't seem outright
upset, or anything, so I just figured that if it was anything
important, I'd find out soon enough.

It was longer than usual before she came over again, and she seemed a
trifle distracted about something, but I just let it slide. When she
left a couple of hours later, I noticed that she still seemed to have
something on her mind even though she was a lot more like her usual
self. The cycle repeated the next several times she came over, but I
didn't worry about it.

After Joanne hit puberty, it took a while for me to notice the curves
that she started to develop. Even then, it wasn't until she finally
talked her mother into letting her get a bikini swimsuit and she
showed it off to me that it really hit me. Still, she was the daughter
of a good friend and I felt kind of paternal toward her, so I simply
told her she looked good in it (which she most certainly did!) and let
it go at that. For a while after that, I couldn't help but be
surprised every so often when something happened to cause me to
re-notice her developing shape -- but I never stared or commented, and
did my best to put any untoward thoughts out of my mind. Joanne helped
by always (as far as I ever noticed, anyway) wearing a bra, not
flaunting herself, or doing anything to draw inappropriate attention.

So when she came over early one evening, it surprised the hell out of
me when I realized that not only wasn't she wearing a bra, but the old
T-shirt she had on was thin enough that I could make out not just the
size of her nipples, but the color of them and her areolas. I pulled
my gaze away from the sight she was presenting me as soon as I could,
and tried to pretend that everything was just as it always was while
she and I chatted for a few moments before she made her way to where
my computer was. As she headed down the hall toward the spare bedroom
I'd fixed up as a home office, I couldn't help looking after her -- and
noticing that there was no indication whatsoever that she had panties
on under the lightweight (and VERY snug!) shorts she had on. I felt
myself begin to stiffen in my pants, and quickly sat down again (in
case she came back for some reason) and tried to relax myself by sheer
force of will... and with only limited success.

My efforts to get and keep my attention on the TV program I'd been
watching were greatly hampered by the memory of the sights she'd
presented.

She was ready to leave again a bit more than an hour later, and as the
two of us stood there talking, I did my best to ignore the sight of
how the dark pink of her areolas stared at me, and the way her nipples
dented the fabric of the shirt she was wearing. After a couple of
minutes, she said goodbye and left. It was perhaps half a minute
before I could move, however, as I replayed the sight she'd presented
in my mind.

Joanne's next few visits were close copies of that one: though the
color and the style of the clothing she wore changed, it was still
readily apparent that she was sans bra or panties. I enjoyed the view,
of course, but couldn't help wondering what was going on.

A couple more times of Joanne coming over, and I finally got the answer.

She'd been using my computer for something less than an hour when she
came into the living room where I was and took a seat at the opposite
end of the couch from me. I was watching something on the TV, and
didn't pay any attention to her (as was common) until she cleared her
throat during a commercial. I turned to look at her, and noticed that
she was clearly nervous about something. The two of us sat there
looking at each other for several seconds before she cleared her
throat again and told me, "Jeff, I, uh, I've got something to tell
you, and then something that I want to ask you. But there's something
I need to explain between the telling and the asking, so I need you to
understand that what I tell you isn't something you have to worry
about, and that I need you to really listen to what I have to
explain."

All that accomplished was to leave me even more baffled than I already
was. But seeing how nervous she was, I resolved to keep my equanimity
as best I could before I answered, "Okay, Jo, I think I can do that.
What's up?"

She hesitated a couple of seconds before taking a deep breath and
telling me, "What I have to tell you is that I saw those, um, stories
that you have. I mean, I've even, you know, read some of them, so I
know they're sex stories."

I could feel the blood drain out of my face; she must have seen it,
because she quickly added, "No, it's okay! I haven't told anybody
about them! That... that's kinda a little bit about what I have to
explain to you, before I ask you something."

As I mentally checked to make sure my heart was still beating, I asked
her, "You haven't said anything to anyone?"

She shook her head, and I followed up with, "Why not? Or is that part
of what you have to explain?"

She nodded her head before saying, "I was waiting for something to
download off the Internet a few weeks ago, and I got curious about
what kinds of stuff was on your computer -- I mean, I know you're some
kind of engineer and you design stuff, but I don't really know what
that means. So I thought maybe if I looked at what was on your
computer, maybe I'd understand it better. I saw those files, and was
curious what they were, so I opened one of them. I started reading it,
and it didn't take me long to figure out that it was a story about
people having sex. I know I shouldn't have, now, but I just had to see
if the rest of them were like that, too... and they were. But what
really surprised me was when I started reading one about a guy and a
bunch of girls -- girls MY age, I mean. At first, I was worried that
you were some kind of pervert or something that you'd be reading
something like that; but then I remembered that you've never ever done
or said anything even a little bit sexual to me. That just left me
confused, and that's when I figured I'd better stop reading that stuff
before you came to see how I was doing or anything. Then I got nervous
AND confused, and that's when I went home. I couldn't come over for a
while because I was afraid that you'd know that I'd been looking at
that stuff, and I didn't know what you'd say or do. I wasn't worried
that you'd try to, you know, do anything with me like that, but I
thought you might be angry or upset or something with me. But when I
did finally come back again, you just acted like you had no idea."

"I didn't," I told her, "I could tell something was going on when you
left, but I didn't have any idea what it was. I just figured if it was
anything important, I'd find out soon enough. I guess I have, now,"
with a wry laugh.

"Well, it took me coming over a couple times before I realized that
you weren't going to say anything. You being so smart any everything,
I figured you HAD to know, and were just being cool about it -- so I
finally got up the nerve to look at them again. I found there were a
couple more that had girls my age, and it got me thinking. What I
finally decided to do was actually read ALL of those particular
stories -- the ones with girls in them, I mean -- and see what they were
all about. I had to figure that you liked them, since you kept them
and everything. I was actually surprised when I realized that in all
of them, the guy that was being with the girls was actually really
nice about it. I mean, they were young girls and they wanted him to
make love with them, but he was actually careful about what he said to
them, and what they did: he was gentle and patient with them, and
tried to do what he could to make THEM happy about learning about sex
with him. I... I've heard some of the other girls at school... the, um,
more experienced ones... talking about what it was like for them when
they started having sex, and what was in the stories was a LOT nicer
than what they said happened with them."

I nodded, and she continued, "This is the part that I wanted to
explain to you, so I need you to listen before you say anything,
okay?"

I assured her that I would, and found myself flabbergasted when she
told me, "I... I've been thinking about sex. Actually having it, I mean...
except that I'm not for certain positive that I want to go THAT far,
yet. I don't know anything -- I mean, not really -- about any of it.
Sure, I know what girls look like, but I've never even seen a guy,
never mind touching one, any more than a guy has seen or touched ME.
What I'd really, really like to do is kind of, um, ease into it. You
know, start with something small and easy at first, and then just
kinda go from there... but without having anyone pushing me to do more
or go faster than I want to."

I nodded again, not trusting myself to speak, and she went on to say,
"In those stories on your computer, the guy acted exactly how I'd want
someone to be with ME. And... and I figured that if you were reading
stories like that, then it was probably because you liked them -- and
even maybe agreed with how the guy in them acted with the girls... and
maybe even that YOU could be like that with someone that needed it."

After taking a deep (if shaky) breath, she added, "So that's what I
needed to explain to you. And what I wanted to ask you was if... if YOU
could maybe be like the guys in those stories, and help ME learn about
sex -- looking and touching and maybe even, you know, the rest of it,
too."

Taking my own deep (and shaky) breath, I answered, "I can't, Jo."

Before I could continue, she interrupted to tell me, "I know it's
against the law. When I read the stories, the guys in them said so. I
checked, and I know that there really are laws like that, even here.
But Jeff, I want you to help me with this. I know you could get into
trouble if anyone found out, but I'd never, ever say anything to
ANYBODY! I've really, really thought about this, and I'm sure I want
to do this, and with you, because I'm sure that I can trust you not to
push me about anything. After I read those stories, I... I tested you,
kind of, by coming over here without a bra or panties on, knowing that
you'd be able to see my boobs and my butt -- and you never, EVER said
or did anything. You hardly looked at me, even! I knew you could see
my nipples and everything because I... I could see your, um, penis get
bigger, sometimes, so I know you liked it. So why can't you?"

"For several reasons. First, you don't even turn fifteen until next
month -- and that's STILL young enough for me to get into trouble.
Second, because you aren't even fifteen yet, I'm not sure that I
believe you're as ready as you say you are. Third, even if you are
sure, and really want anything to happen between us, I've got my
doubts that your mother would appreciate me getting involved in
anything physical with her daughter."

Joanne sat there quietly for several seconds, thinking about what I'd
just said, before calmly standing up -- and just as calmly reaching for
the bottom of the shirt she was wearing and pulling it up over her
head and off. That left her standing topless in front of me with an
only vaguely nervous expression on her face to accompany the blatant
invitation for me to look at her developing mammaries.

And I most assuredly DID look. Each was about the size of half an
orange, and the same healthy pale pink as the rest of her torso. Her
areolas were a light rose color and a bit more than half a centimeter
across. Neatly centered in each was the pencil-diameter protrusion of
a nipple that extended just a few millimeters above the surrounding
flesh. Even as I was thinking how much her breasts looked like a
couple of particularly enticing desserts, I saw her areolas crinkle
and her nipples grow a bit longer -- whether from the temperature or
her arousal, I didn't know and didn't care.

When I finally managed to pull my gaze from her bust to her face, I
saw that she'd lost any nervousness, and was supremely confident about
what she'd done and what she wanted.

As much as it pained me to do so, I still had to tell her, "You're as
pretty and sexy as any guy could want -- but you're still young, and
I'm not going to do anything that would hurt you or your mother. I'm
sorry."

My comment on her attractiveness earned me a brief smile before she
casually got herself covered again. Only then did I stand up, too, and
take her into my arms. Holding her close, but gently, I told her, "I
really do care about you, Jo. But I'm not going to betray the trust
your mom has in me, and I certainly don't want to do anything -- or let
YOU do anything! -- that would hurt you."

I heard her sigh before she answered, "It's okay, Jeff. I guess if you
weren't the kind of guy you are, I wouldn't WANT to learn that stuff
with you."

A moment later, I felt her move, and readily let her step back. She
looked up into my eyes for a few moments, then told me, "I guess I'd
better go, now."

I managed to smile at her before saying, "If you have to. But you're
still welcome to come over any time," and got a relieved grin from
her. As she turned to head home, I gave her cute little tush a pat --
causing her to turn her head and give me a pleased smile before she
continued on her way.

Saturday afternoon a few weeks later, Jean had invited me over to
share a grilled lunch with her; the girls had gotten an invitation to
go horseback riding, and weren't expected back until nearly evening.

Lunch had been burgers and chips, with cold beer to wash it all down.
Afterwards, Jean had let me help clean up, and the two of us were
sharing the oversize hammock she'd strung up. As we were lying there
slowly swaying, she told me, "I had a damn interesting conversation
with Joanne last week."

With her lithe form snuggled into my side, a belly full of lunch, and
a couple of beers already in me, the best I could muster in response
was, "Howzat?"

"It started off with her asking me if I'd help her get started using
birth control, and ended with her telling me she wanted to at least
start learning about what really happens with sex. As you can imagine,
I was rather... surprised. Particularly when YOUR name came up."

I felt my blood run cold, and waited to hear what else she had to say.
I found out when she continued, "I'd already had the talk with her,
and signed off on her being part of that first class to get sex
education, so I knew that I'd better pay attention and find out what
was going on. So I asked if she needed to start using birth control. I
could see that it embarrassed her, but she told me that she didn't
need it -- yet. She wanted to get started using it so that when she WAS
ready to start actually having sex, she'd be protected. That was a
considerable relief, and I told her that if she was thinking about sex
enough to want to be ready, then I'd make an appointment for her with
my gynecologist... which I've done. We talked a little more, and that's
when she let me know that even with the talk I had with her, and the
class she was in, she still doesn't know as much about the subject as
she wished she did. As she explained it to me, she understands what's
going on with her own body, and how babies are made, and a lot of
other things; what she doesn't figure she's actually gotten out of
anybody is actual sex education. I asked what she meant, and she told
me that all she's ever seen has been drawings and diagrams of girl and
boy parts; she knows how different SHE is from those, so she figures
that the reality of guys is going to be different, too. And on top of
that, she said that the only explanation and description of sex she's
ever gotten has been of the 'penis goes here' variety. She knows that
she doesn't have the faintest clue of what happens between the time a
boy and girl start liking each other and the point when his semen
starts trying to find an egg to fertilize. I saw most of the material
that the school gave her for the sex ed class, and I have to admit
that she has a point. Not that I want them to get any more explicit or
detailed, mind you -- just that I can understand how she'd still be
curious."

Realizing that she certainly wouldn't be lying next to me so calm and
relaxed if I was actually in trouble with her, I managed to ask, "And
how is it that MY name crept in to all this?"

Jean laughed before answering, "Naturally, I did my best to sympathize
with her while explaining that there was only so much that the school
could be expected to cover. That's when she dropped the bombshell of
telling me she understood that -- and that was why she was hoping that
I wouldn't be upset if she wanted to actually find out about the rest
of it. As she put it, she'd been through the book learning part of it,
and now she wanted to get some actual experience with the things that
weren't in the class. Of course I had to ask if she had anyone in
particular in mind, and that's when she said that she was kind of
hoping that YOU would help her."

She raised her head to look at me as she said, "I wasn't real pleased
to hear that. The first thing I thought was that you were trying to
hustle her into the sack. But then I really heard what she'd said, and
how. So just to make sure I was understand her correctly, I had her
say it to me again, only differently."

She put her head on my shoulder again, and continued, "She did by
letting me know that she'd already tried to get some idea of what
you'd say, and that she didn't think you'd do it -- not only because of
how young she is, but because you wouldn't violate my trust. Rather
than dance around it, I straight-out asked her why she was telling ME
all that. It threw her a little bit, but she managed to tell me that
she was hoping that if I said something to you about it -- not just
that I didn't think she was too young, but that I'd be okay with it --
she thought that if I did, she could talk to you and get you to
understand that she wasn't trying to be like your girlfriend or
anything; that she just wanted you to kind of help tutor her about
sex, like you did when she was having trouble with math. Of course I
pointed out that there's a HELL of a difference between sex and math.
She said she understands that; she knows she's going to be nervous and
afraid and embarrassed and the rest of it the first time she gets to
see a naked guy, or have a guy see HER naked, and the first time they
touch, and everything else. But she's also ABSOLUTELY confident that
that kind of stuff will be easier with you than it would anyone else:
she already knows that you care about her and that you'd never hurt
her. When she told me that, I realized that I know it, too. Anyway, I
told her that I'd have to think about everything we'd talked about,
and that I'd let her know what I decided."

She lay there quietly for several seconds before telling me, "And I
DID think about it. Not just about the birth control part -- which I'd
agree to for the same reasons she gave me -- but the rest of it, too.
There's some of it that I'm not happy about, and some that I am. And I
don't know how many times I flip-flopped between wanting to say 'no'
and figuring I'd better say 'yes' before I got everything settled in
my mind. As far as Joanne being intimate with you... that was a big part
of what kept going around and around in my mind: the idea of someone
touching her and doing things with her isn't something that sits well
with me; particularly when it's someone that I feel so close to, and
know so well. But what finally decided it for me was the fact -- FACT,
mind you! -- that I trust you enough to believe that you'd be as
patient and gentle and understanding with her as she needed. A lot of
what I learned came to me by way of a lot of trials and too many
errors; if I can do or say anything to keep that from happening for
Joanne... or any of my girls, for that matter... then that's what needs to
happen."

At that point, it was time for ME to lay quietly for a bit before
asking her, "Just to make sure I understand, here, what are you
telling me, Jean?"

"I'm telling you that IF Joanne comes to you about helping her learn
about sex, I'm okay with it. I'm her mother, and hard as it is for me
to admit, I think she's grown up enough to know what she's asking. I
know there're laws about men and young girls, but as long as Joanne
doesn't come home crying, bruised, or bloody, I'm not going to fuss.
And I think both of us know that she'd never let it slip; if she ever
said anything to anyone about it, it would be on purpose, and only
after you'd done something to physically hurt her. I've already told
her that I'd let YOU know I didn't object, but it's still HER job to
convince you to do it. IF she does, I don't need or want to know any
details, either. As long as she's happy, then I'm happy."

"And just how is it that you're so calm about all this? And
particularly, how is it that you can tell me that it's okay for
someone MY age potentially having that kind of contact with your
daughters?"

"Yeah, I'm calm now. But I damn sure wasn't when she first came to me
about it, and not for several days afterwards. But like I just said,
once I got past being her mother and starting thinking about her as a
female coming of age, that settled me down -- a lot. As for the other
part... I'm telling you that I'm okay with YOU potentially having that
kind of contact with them. If it was anybody but you, I'd do
everything I could to hang their nuts from my car mirror; but all the
times we've talked and about so many different things, the way you've
flirted with ME without pushing it, and having seen how you were with
them before they started to fill out... I know none of this was your
idea, and you probably aren't real wild about it. I think I can trust
you not to push it or do anything to hurt them -- but if I'm wrong, I
will come after you with everything I've got."

I considered what she'd said for a few moments before answering, "No,
I'm NOT wild about saying or doing anything sexual with Joanne or any
of them. But if you trust me enough to let them come to me and think
that I can help, I'll do the best I can because I care about them, and
what happens to them, too. I'd feel better about all of this, though,
if I had some idea of what the limits are."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Just what I said. What if she wants to know what it's like if she's
with another girl? Should I be telling her to find out for herself, or
trying to discourage it? If she gets into her head that she actually
wants to start having sex -- and particularly with me: how hard am I
supposed to fight her off? I'm the one that's likely going to have to
actually deal with the situations that crop up, and I'd like to know --
or at least have some idea -- of what you'd like to happen."

We lay there in silence for a couple of minutes before she told me,
"Okay, I see your point, and you're right. If she wants to find out
about girls, then she should find out; I don't think there's anything
inherently wrong with it, I just want her to be careful about who
she's with so she doesn't end up with a bunch of idiots calling her
names because of it. As for you... I hope you'll try to keep it from
happening; but if she's really THAT determined, then at least be
patient and gentle with her. For anything else... all I can really say
is that I'm about as liberal about that stuff as I can be -- as long as
whoever's involved is there willingly and by their own free choice,
it's not for me to say whether or not it's right for them. I'd rather
you didn't introduce her to S&M, but if she asks, you don't have to be
afraid to tell her. Other than that, I'm not sure what to say."

I gave Jean a little hug before telling her, "That's enough, I think.
I may not do or say exactly what you would, but I don't think I'll
miss it by much, either."

She tilted her head to look up at me, and I could see the smile on her
face as she told me, "Thanks, Jeff. I'm still going to worry about
them, of course -- but now I know I don't have to worry about them too
much."

"Sure, I can understand that. Instead of YOU worrying, now I have to.
No problem!" I teased. She laughed, and snuggled herself a little
closer.

The next couple of hours, the two of us lay there in the hammock --
occasionally lightly molesting each other (she didn't mind me
caressing her ass through the cutoff jeans she was wearing, for
example, and wasn't above slipping her hand under my shirt to put her
hand on my chest). We also used the opportunity to chat about how
things were going for each of us, as well as the odd bit of
question-and-answer about the girls (and particularly Joanne), Jean
letting me know approximately where they were in their development,
and what I might reasonably expect from each of them: she didn't have
the slightest doubt that if Joanne got some special tutoring from me
that the other two would want in on it, too. Implicit in all the
talking we did on the subject was that I would agree to Joanne's
request. Knowing, then, that Jean thought it was appropriate (and
perhaps even necessary) and okay with me having a rather open-ended
intimate relationship with Joanne (and possibly/probably with Tina and
Chris), then there wasn't any real reason for me to turn her down when
she asked again (as I was sure she would).

Then it was time for me to drag out my own character and psyche for
close examination.

I didn't have any trouble admitting that I found the three girls all
attractive. I also had to confess to thinking at different times that
if one or the other of them had been some number of years older, I
wouldn't have the slightest hesitation about trying to develop a
physical relationship with them. That was when I had to search my soul
and motives most carefully, trying to see if I'd had any desires of
that kind for them before then, and why I would agree to anything like
Joanne wanted now.

Even with my best efforts, I couldn't find any sign within myself that
I'd had any physical desires toward any of them. Sure, I'd thought
they were cute, and were developing into what would be fairly
attractive young women -- but I didn't have any such designs on them
then. After searching my soul on the rest of it, I finally concluded
that the affection and care I felt toward them was more like that of
an adopted uncle: while not related to them by blood, I shared a bond
with them and their mother that was easily close enough to qualify as
familial; and that relationship was strong enough that I genuinely
cared for them even more than their own father had: the last thing I
wanted to happen to them was for them to be hurt or frightened or
traumatized in the process of learning about what could (and should,
to my way of thinking) be the most loving and pleasurable activities
they could engage in. It wasn't that I thought I was some wonderful
teacher or that I knew everything there was to know about sex and
sexuality or anything of that nature; simply put, I knew that I'd have
the requisite patience and understanding to deal with their questions
and their desire to learn and experience new things -- and do so
without making them feel bad about their lack of knowledge and
experience, not doing anything to pressure them to go faster or do
anything they weren't comfortable with, and not hurting or frightening
them. I certainly didn't want the responsibility being handed to me,
and if there had been anyone available that I figured could deal with
the situation as good or better, I'd have been delighted to pass on
the whole deal. But as near as I could tell, I was "it"... and I cared
about them too much to leave them in the (literal) hands of someone
that didn't at least match my commitment to their happiness and
welfare. Basically, I took the job because I didn't figure I could
trust anyone else with it.

Even with the delectable bundle of Jean snuggled next to me and my arm
around her, I was silently commiserating with myself at "having" to
help at least one pubescent female (and possibly as many as three)
learn what she wanted to know about the general subject of sex. While
going over the things that I anticipated having problems with (and
there were plenty), it finally settled into my mind that the situation
didn't necessarily have to be all that bad.

What I'd seen of Joanne hadn't been bad to look at. As a matter of
fact, she'd looked pretty good, when I was able to ignore her age. And
fast on the heels of that admission was that I couldn't help but
figure that the rest of her would be just as appealing -- if not more,
once I got the opportunity to see her in toto. Joanne's breasts had
looked delightfully full and firm; with Traci and Chris being so close
in age to her, it didn't seem unreasonable that they'd be any less
appealing (though obviously less developed). While I hadn't actually
had my hands on any of them other than to pick them up when they were
appreciably younger, it was easy enough to see that their skin was as
smooth and soft as could be asked for... and the idea of actually
getting to find out (and not just on innocent areas such as arms and
legs) held an appeal to me that I couldn't deny. From that thought, it
wasn't a great leap to understanding that I'd almost certainly be
asked to see and touch them in ways that I never had before (nor
wanted... until then). I also had to concede that there was a very
distinct possibility that was going to be given the opportunity to do
things with them that anyone else either wouldn't get the chance to
do, or would find himself in deep, deep trouble if he tried them. In
effect, I was being given carte blanche to address any questions or
concerns they might have about their own bodies or building desires. I
certainly had no plans on enticing them into any particular activity
or other; that didn't mean that I couldn't take full advantage of
those opportunities that DID present themselves, however.

Slowly, but steadily, my mind began to get filled by images that my
libido was starting to produce... and it wasn't such a bad situation to
find myself in, after all.

By the time the girls got back from their horseback riding (and as
happy as I'd ever seen them), I was actually starting to look forward
(at least a little bit) to the job that I'd been entrusted with.
Enough so that it wasn't difficult for them and Jean to talk me into
driving their barbecue grill for steaks and baked potatoes for supper.
Joanne contrived to get herself seated next to me, and whenever the
opportunity presented itself, she'd lean against me, gently bump me,
or find some other means of making sure I was aware of her -- not that
I needed it.

It was several days after that when Joanne came over again. Once I let
her in through the door to my patio (the usual entry point for her and
her sisters), I let her know that I wanted to talk to her. She looked
only mildly apprehensive as she took a seat at the opposite end of the
couch from me.

I sat looking at her for several moments before finally saying, "Your
mom and I had a little talk the other day while you and your sisters
were out riding."

She nodded and answered, "She told me."

"I figured she would," I said. I went on by telling her, "First, thank
you for not telling her that you'd already tried to get me to help
you, and how."

Blushing slightly, she just nodded her head before I continued, "Quite
honestly, I'm still not sure about all of this. Something you have to
understand is that I've known you since you were just a little girl,
and even though I can see that you're starting to grow up, sometimes I
can't help but think of you the way you were when I first saw you.
BUT!" -- she was starting to get visibly agitated, and I needed to head
her off -- "your mom told me that SHE thinks you're old and mature
enough to come to me about the stuff you asked about, and she's told
me that she's okay with it. Hearing both of those things from her, I
still had to decided what I thought about it. What I finally settled
on was that if your mom thinks you're old enough, and she's told me
that she doesn't have any problem with it, then I'm willing to give it
a try."

Joanne got a look of delight that lasted until I said, "HOWEVER... that
means that now it's completely up to YOU how much of what happens
between us, and when, and how fast. If you want to learn about sex
stuff with me, then I can teach you -- but if you want me to treat you
like you're almost grown up, then it's up to you to not just act, but
THINK like you're almost grown up."

Seeing her confusion, I explained, "If you're going to be grown up
enough to do sex things with me, then you're going to have to be grown
up enough to accept responsibility for the consequences of your
actions: if you say you want to do something and I tell you I don't
think it's a good idea, and you want to do it anyway, then YOU'RE the
one that might get hurt or feel dumb or embarrassed, not me."

Hearing that, I could see that she was realizing (perhaps for the
first time) what she was potentially letting herself in for -- that
along with the freedom to choose came the responsibility for the
consequences of those choices.

"None of what happens or is said between us is going to go anywhere
else from ME -- not to your mother, or your sisters, or anyone else.
Even if you say something about any of it in front of one of them, I'm
not going to talk about it. That's me respecting your privacy; since
you know what can happen if anyone else hears about us, I can only
hope that you'll be just as careful. I'll answer any question you ask
as honestly as I can; if I don't know or I'm not sure, I'll say so --
and then GET the answer. If there's something you want to do to or
with me, I'll do my best to make that happen; if there's something you
want ME to do to or with you, I'll give that my best shot. I'll stop
any time you want me to, and explain anything you ask me about. You
said that you trust me, and I want you to know that you CAN: I'm not
going to do anything that you don't explicitly tell me is okay. And
once you tell me something is okay, I'm only going to do it as MUCH as
you say, until you tell me differently. You're a very pretty and sexy
young woman, and it's probably going to happen that I'm going to
respond to seeing you. That does not mean, however, that I'm actually
going to try to DO anything, or make anything happen as a result --
getting an erection is something that I don't have much more control
over than you do about whether or not your nipples get hard when
you're cold... and it only means about as much, too."

I waited until she let me know that she'd been listening, and
understood what I was saying before I went on, "Your mother told me
that she wouldn't have any problem with it if Tina and Chris came over
here for the same reasons you do." Joanne interjected, "She told me
that, too," and I answered, "That's fine with me, if they want to come
over. I'm not suggesting that they SHOULD, only saying that I'm okay
with it if they do. It doesn't matter to me if it's just one of you
that comes over here at a time, two of you, or even all three -- as
long as it's by your own choice. But remember what I said about
accepting responsibility, too: if there's any fussing or arguing, I'm
perfectly willing to send people home until they learn to grow up and
play nice."

That drew a smile from her, even though she knew I was serious and
meant what I'd said.

The last thing I had to say to her was, "I don't care when or what
order you and your sisters start with me. I do need you -- all of you!
-- to understand that I still have a job I have to go to, a life that
I'd like to live, and things I'd like to do for myself. That means
that even though you can come over here any time it's okay with your
mom, that doesn't necessarily mean that I'll automatically be able to
do the things that you might want. So if I have to tell you 'no,' it
doesn't mean 'no, not ever,' only 'no, not right now,' okay? I told
you that I'm not going to do anything to try and push you or your
sisters to do anything you don't like or want to do -- and I'm going to
expect you to show me the same courtesy. I'm taking a big chance by
helping you like you want, and if it gets to be too much trouble for
me, then I'll stop doing it. Is that fair?"

It took her a few moments to answer, "Yeah, it's fair, Jeff. That, and
all the other stuff you said. I -- we, I mean... Tina and Chris and I all
talked about what Mom said -- we know that you're only doing this
'cause you're nice and you care about us, and that you don't HAVE to
do it. I even told Tina and Chris what could happen to you if they
said ANYTHING to ANYBODY, so they know that this is really, really
special; and that you're taking a big chance to help us learn this
stuff. We've already worked out some of the things that we could think
of, but we know there's going to be more. There were actually a couple
of reasons that I came over tonight; one of them was to see if it was
okay if I started coming over to get help with sex stuff. But after
Mom said that it was all right with her if ALL of us wanted to talk to
you, we... we kinda wanted to know if it would be okay if all three of
us came over the first few times, 'cause all three of us have pretty
much the same questions -- at least, to start."

I honestly hadn't considered that they'd ask anything like that, but
it didn't throw me off, or anything. I simply told Joanne, "I said it
was okay if there was more than one of you here, and I meant it. If
there's something that all of you want to know about, then that's a
perfectly good reason for all of you to be here -- so, yes, it's okay
with me."

Her next question was simply, "We, uh... we want to start finding out
about sex and stuff, but we don't want to bug you, either. Would it be
okay if we came over tomorrow? Mom has to go in to help with some big
report, so we'd be home by ourselves, otherwise."

"That'll be fine, Jo. What time?"

Hesitantly, she asked, "Would eleven o'clock be too soon?"

"Not at all. That'll give me time to take care of MY chores before you
come over, so we won't have to quit until you girls want to."

Visibly pleased, Joanne stood up and verified that I could expect her
and her sisters at eleven the next morning before making her exit.

The three of them made a favorable impression on me the next morning
when they waited until a minute or so after eleven to make their
appearance. I ushered them in, and to try and break the ice of our
first "formal" sex-ed session, I asked if they'd like anything to
drink. Sodas were requested, and I told them to go ahead and get
comfortable while I was in the kitchen.

When I had beverages for all of us, it was back to the living room; as
I turned the corner, I was presented with the sight of all three of
them standing there waiting for me.

Stark naked.

Not only stark naked as in not having a single stitch of ANY kind of
clothing on, but waiting there without doing anything to cover up any
part of their young bodies -- their arms were hanging by their sides no
differently than if they were simply waiting for a bus.

I didn't break stride, and didn't even give them (much) more than a
passing glance. Instead, I used the time I spent getting drinks
distributed to collect myself and get my thoughts organized.

When I sat down on the couch, the first thing I had to say to them
was, "You didn't have to do this on MY account -- but I appreciate that
you're willing to share your beauty with me like this. I appreciate it
very much, in fact. But why are you doing it?"

It was Joanne that spoke up first, saying, "More than anything, we
wanted to show you that we trust YOU, Jeff. We know you're taking a
big chance by trusting that we won't say anything to anybody, so this
is how we decided to show you that you can trust us, and that we trust
you."

To that, Chris added, "We... we figured that we're going to be naked
with you sooner or later, so rather than each of us being embarrassed
or scared, we decided we'd all do it together at the same time, and
get it over with."

Tina finished by telling me, "All three of us have seen the other
girls that we have gym class with, and each other of course, but we
aren't really all that sure that we're okay -- I mean, as far as how
big our boobs are, and the hair between our legs, and how we look and
all that. All of us asked Mom if we were okay, but of course all she
said was that we are. We want to hear from a guy how we look."

I didn't have any problem telling them, "I think all of you are very
pretty, and sexy."

Tina made a face before saying, "We don't mean you should just tell us
what you think we want to hear. Really look at us!"

Well, if she was going to insist like that...

They were loosely lined up with Joanne on my left, Tina in the middle,
and Chris on my right. With Tina's admonition to really look at them,
I did just that, starting with her. At maybe 5 feet and a couple of
inches, she was between her sisters not only in age, but height. She
habitually kept her dark black hair cut in a pageboy style that nicely
accentuated the shape of her face. A pair of lovely brown eyes looked
at me from above a pert little nose; her mouth was a trifle on the
small side, with thin lips -- yet it looked just dandy on her. She had
a pale (but not white) complexion (all over!), with only a few small
moles that only served to accentuate how smooth and clear her skin
was. I judged her breasts to be only a little smaller than Joanne's,
though they were more round and looked to sit a bit higher on her
chest. Each was capped with a chocolate brown areola about the size of
a nickel, with half-inch diameter nipples that extended about that
same distance. Active in sports, she had a delightfully trim waist and
hips that curved "just so". At the base of her belly, I saw a small
wedge of dark pubic hair that looked to be denser than I would have
expected. Her trim legs were a wonder to look at, and I couldn't help
thinking that she should be a dancer. When I brought my eyes back up
to hers, she didn't hesitate in the slightest to turn around and let
me see the other side, something I'm grateful for even to this day:
her ass was small, nicely rounded, and visibly tight and firm. She
didn't turn back around again until I'd looked over the rest of her
and said, "Thank you."

Chris was next, with her curly blonde shoulder-length hair. Looking at
her, I have to think that everyone's first thought on seeing her was
that she was cute as the proverbial bug's ear: green eyes sparkling, a
little button of a nose, and slightly full coral pink lips. Chris's
bust was naturally the smallest of them, but not by a whole lot. Her
breasts were more pear-shaped, and sported decidedly puffy
quarter-sized areolas that were a dark pink, with pencil-diameter
nipples just barely protruding from their surface. The youngest of the
three, Chris had yet to finish developing her womanly curves -- but she
had a damn good start on them, I have to say. Her mons sported a small
patch of sparse hair that was just a shade or two darker than what was
on her head; it was bracketed by a pair of slim, somewhat coltish legs
that I KNEW would fill out very nicely. Chris, too, turned around
without prompting, and displayed what had to be one of the cutest
little tushes on the planet. Though I looked most carefully, I
couldn't spot a blemish of ANY kind anywhere on her; all there was to
see was a delightful expanse of smooth, healthy young girl flesh.

That left Joanne for last -- and she was every bit as lovely as I
remembered. Her straight black hair was tied back in a loose ponytail
that hung to the middle of her back, leaving her oval face exposed.
Her brown eyes looked at me, unashamed of her nakedness; a small
straight nose led my eyes to her full mouth with its light rose lips.
Her breasts, now that I was free to really look at them, were
generally conical and plainly as smooth and firm as could be. Her
areolas were the same color as her lips, and protruding from each was
a nipple that grew a little bit longer even as I looked at her. As was
the case with both of her sisters, Joanne's belly was as flat and trim
as a young woman's could be. With a little more curve to her waist and
hips, Joanne was plainly more developed... looking at her, I figured I
had a pretty good idea of how her sisters would look at her age.
Nestled between her smooth and obviously firm thighs was a narrow
wedge of black pubic hair. Though it wasn't as thick or dense as
Tina's appeared to be (I could just make out the underlying skin), it
looked to be trifle longer. Her thighs fairly flowed into her knees
and on to her calves, forming a series of gentle arcs that appealed to
me greatly. Joanne readily turned around when I raised my eyes to
hers, leaving me with a view of what I was convinced was one of the
finest asses on the planet: neither too large nor too small, it was
nicely rounded, as smooth and flawless as the rest of her, patently
firm, and sporting a couple of cute little dimples that simply BEGGED
to be worshiped.

After Joanne turned around again so that all three of them were facing
me once more, I took the time to look each of them over again. As I
did, it crossed my mind that accepting the job of tutoring them in
matters sexual would almost be worth it just for the opportunity to
continue seeing them nude -- together, and individually.

Starting with my attention on Tina, but shifting my focus so the
others knew I was speaking to them, too, I said, "Thank you for
letting me look at you like this. Not only for the courage that I know
it took for you to do it, but for the trust and everything else that
you're showing me. All of you..." I hesitated a moment, then resumed,
"Each of you is lovely, for several different reasons: you don't just
have pretty faces, but you're all physically fit, with absolutely
lovely smooth skin. I want you to know that I think each of you is a
delight to look at, and very pretty and sexy -- as much for how each of
you is different than your sisters, as for the ways that you're
similar. ALL of you are attractive young women, and I can easily see
how much more beautiful you're going to be when you finish growing."

That little spiel earned me three pleased and appreciative smiles, and
I continued, "I just said that you're young women -- and that's
something I want to talk about for a moment. Yes, you're women -- with
hair between your legs, and breasts, and having periods and the whole
deal. But don't forget that 'young' part, either: even though any one
of you could conceivably get pregnant, I think you'd agree that
letting that happen now would be a bad idea."

All three nodded in agreement before I went on, "You agree that it
would be a bad idea, but I'd bet cash money that the reasons YOU think
it would be bad are different than the ones I have in mind. As young
as you are, your bodies aren't fully developed yet... which means that
if you DID get pregnant, your body would be trying to grow a
full-sized baby inside a body that is MAYBE half as big as it should
be for something like that. Second, if you got pregnant now, you'd
have the problem of finishing school: you'd either have to keep going
to school while you were pregnant -- and have to listen to all the
things people would say to you -- or drop out of school long enough to
have the baby, and then try to go back and get started again with the
added problem of having to take care of a baby AND doing all the work
that's involved in school. I know that all of you have done
babysitting, and that sometimes it has been for infants; think about
how much 'fun' it was to change dirty diapers, have the baby throw up
on you, trying to get it to stop crying, and all of the other things
that you had to deal with. Now think about having to do that not just
for a few hours, but ALL day, EVERY day because it's YOUR baby;
nobody's going to come home and take it back, or so you can have a
break. YOU would be the one that would have to make sure it had enough
food, that you had enough diapers, that the baby didn't get sick, and
all the rest. Sure, you could maybe find someone to babysit for you,
but you'd have to pay that person -- so what would you pay them WITH?
You'd have to work someplace to earn the money to pay a babysitter --
but you'd have to have a babysitter so you COULD get a job... to earn
the money to pay for a babysitter... who would watch your baby while you
were at work... earning the money for the babysitter... I think you can
see where that's going, right?"

My question was met with three very solemn nods, and I went on, "You
COULD avoid almost all of that, but that would mean you'd have to
choose between giving the baby -- YOUR baby! -- up for someone else to
adopt it, or getting something like an abortion -- effectively killing
the baby before it gets big enough to be born."

The horrified expressions on their faces was all I needed to tell
them, "I think you can see that the very best thing to do is avoid
getting pregnant in the first place... right?"

All three of them quickly (and emphatically) declared that not getting
pregnant was the best route; I went on to tell them, "THAT'S why I'm
going to tell you right here and right now that I will expect each and
every one of you to figure out how you're going to deal with the
problem of birth control. You might think it's unfair for YOU to have
to deal with it, and it probably is -- but that doesn't change the fact
that you're the one that would have a baby inside you if even ONE
sperm cell happened to be in the right place at the right time of the
month. While you're checking into birth control, there's something you
need to keep in mind: even if something says it's 75 per cent
effective, that doesn't mean you'd only be 25 per cent pregnant if it
didn't work."

That last part drew smiles from them, as I hoped it would. I was
trying my damnedest to impress how serious all this was on them, but
without scaring them into lives of celibacy.

I finished up by telling them, "I wanted to tell you about all of that
now, before we get started, so that you'll have plenty of time to
really think about it -- and decide what you want to do about it. When
Joanne came over here last night, I told her that I am never ever
going to do anything that you don't want me to, or try to get you to
do anything you aren't comfortable about; that means that if any of
you decides that you want to stop learning about boys and girls with
me without actually having sex, that's fine with me. And if that's
what you decide is right for YOU, then there's no need for you to
worry about birth control while it's just you and me. I also told
Joanne that if you're going to be grown up enough to learn about boys
and girls with me, then I'm going to expect you to BE grown up enough
to think about what you want and how to get it -- and what might
happen. That means that if you absolutely, positively decide that you
aren't going to have sex until later, there's no need for you to worry
about the possibility of getting pregnant. But if you AREN'T sure, if
there's even a maybe in there anyplace, the smart and careful and
grown-up thing to do would be to protect yourselves 'just in case'."
They all nodded their agreement, and I ended by saying, "I expect that
it's going to be a while before any of us gets close to anything like
that. So what do you want to do? This is the first time we're
together, and Joanne told me that there are some things that all of
you want to know -- so how can I help you? Is there something you want
to ask me, or me to do, or what?"

Realizing that I was handing control of what happened next to them, it
took a few seconds of them looking back and forth at each other before
Joanne told me, "We... we haven't seen how guys are different once they
start to grow up -- I mean, after puberty starts. So we were hoping
that it'd be okay if... if we could, you know, see how you're
different."

"Do you just want to see, or did you want to look closer, and maybe
touch and move things around?"

All three of them blushed, and all Joanne could do was nod that that
was something they'd like to do.

Gently and patiently, I told them, "It's okay, ladies. That's why
you're here: so you can ask and learn. You don't have to be afraid or
nervous or ashamed to ask me what it is that you really want. I'm not
going to think you're bad or anything like that. Okay?"

On getting embarrassed grins from all of them, I calmly stood up and
began to take my clothes off. I didn't try to turn away from them, nor
did I try to do it as any kind of strip-tease. They wanted to see me
naked, so I got naked. I carefully didn't notice the gasps when I slid
my shorts down, so I didn't have to comment on them; once I was
unencumbered by clothing, I stood up and walked over to where they
were still standing up. I stopped in front of Chris first, then leaned
over to give her a tender and affectionate kiss on the lips before
looking into her eyes and telling her, "It's okay, Chris. The last
thing I want to do is hurt you, or make you embarrassed or afraid.
Okay?"

Relieved as much by what I said as she was touched by my kiss, Chris
nodded and smiled back at me. Then I went on to give Tina her own kiss
and verbal reassurance, and finally Joanne. With the three of them
appreciably calmer, I took a couple of steps back and told them, "Go
ahead and look at me, if you want. Touching me won't kill me, so don't
be afraid to do that, if you want. When you're done, I'll lay down on
the floor, and you can start touching and moving things around."

I simply waited there, standing with my arms hanging at my sides, as
all three slowly walked around me for the next few minutes. As I'd
expected, they simply had to find out for themselves how firm my butt
was, along with my abdomen and pecs. There wasn't anything even
faintly sexual about the contact, so I didn't have any issues about
remaining "passive" as they compared notes and opinions in whispers.

Once they'd settled their minds about the general structure of the
adult human male, it was on to investigating certain specific details.
It was Joanne that told me, "Okay, you can, um, lay down now, Jeff."

I did so, and after letting them know I was ready to answer any
questions they had, tucked my hands behind my head and left them to
it.

For the first minute or so, I could hear them whispering back and
forth along with feeling them moving around (they'd all settled
themselves in the general vicinity of my pelvis, of course). About an
equal amount of time passed quietly, then I felt a thumb and finger
ever so carefully and delicately take hold my penis and lift it up. I
didn't say a word, or react to what was happening in the slightest; a
few moments later, whoever had hold of me was satisfied that nothing
was going to catch fire or explode, and the investigations began in
earnest. I'm pretty sure that I could tell the difference between the
different sets of fingers that held, poked, prodded, tugged, stroked,
squeezed, or otherwise came in contact with me. Which set belonged to
who, I had no clue; but I'm fairly confident that all three of them
had direct physical contact with me at various points.

When they were done, it was Tina that told me so, and added, "If you
want to sit up, there're some things we'd like to ask you."

I raised up, and found a comfortable position to sit in; young and
limber as they all were, the girls were all sitting on their feet with
their legs demurely together. Once I was settled, the
question-and-answer session began. They were a trifle embarrassed
about the questions they had at first, but as I continued to respond
calmly and impersonally, they relaxed considerably. They also became
more willing to ask (and say) what was really on their minds; I simply
had to keep going as I already was.

The adult male genitalia simply aren't all that complicated, and it
didn't take long for them to get the answers to the questions they had
about particulars. From there it was on to more general questions --
though they were still of a sexual nature.

As the discussion progressed, they started asking about various aspect
of sex: was it really true that sometimes people actually let someone
else touch them the same way they touched themselves? Did people
really use their mouths on each other there? And wasn't that kinda
gross? It sounded like sex was kind of messy, what with girls having
to be wet inside, and a guy squirting his semen in her; was it? If two
girls kissed, did that mean they were lesbians? How did gay guys have
sex? What was the difference between having sex and making love? What
WAS love?

Those questions, and many more, kept us occupied for a couple of
hours. I answered not only the questions they asked, but the questions
they weren't asking, as well. That was why I went from people letting
someone else touch them the same way they touched themselves to HOW
people touched themselves, and then onto masturbation and why it
wasn't anything to be embarrassed or ashamed about -- only kept
private, or with someone REALLY special. Using your mouth on someone
else wasn't gross as long as the other person was clean and healthy --
it doesn't matter what parts are used, as long as both people are
doing it because they want to. Two girls kissing didn't mean they were
lesbians; lesbians only want to have sex with another woman, if a girl
liked other girls AND guys, then she was bisexual, which only meant
that she could be happy with either one. Yes, sex could be messy; it
didn't have to be, but if it was, that was just part of what happened
-- and if both people were happy afterwards, did it really matter?

The explanation of how gay men have sex got us talking about anal sex,
and it was necessary to remind them that the parts two people use to
share their bodies with each other shouldn't matter to anyone else --
that the decision was up to the two people involved, and wasn't any
else's business.

It was when Chris wanted to know the difference between having sex and
making love that I found myself in something of a quandary: I could
try to explain it to them, but to really make it clear, about the only
thing I could do was include some of my own Navy experiences --
something I wasn't sure was entirely appropriate. So I started out
trying to describe the difference, and hoped that I wouldn't have to
provide any more detail or personal experiences than necessary.

"The way I think of it, 'having sex' is when two people share their
bodies with each other for the purpose of feeling good. 'Making love'
is when they share what's in their hearts through a physical act," I
explained.

"Those sound almost like the same thing," Tina complained.

I sighed, and admitted, "They almost are. But the difference is in why
they do it. Note that I said sex is to feel good; making love starts
in their hearts. It isn't really that simple, because otherwise the
two are a lot alike, and the difference can be hard to find and
identify."

"What do you mean? Can you give us an example," Chris wanted to know.

"I can give you an example and explain it better, but it won't be quick."

The three of them shared a look before Joanne told me, "We don't mind;
we really want to know."

"Okay, here we go then. I don't want you to just take my word on any
of this, though, okay? Think about it, and ask other people, and make
up your own minds. Will you do that?"

They all nodded, and I began, "The physical part of two people being
together can be anything from just the two of them holding hands, and
get more intimate and personal from there -- they can kiss, they can
touch each other through clothes, they can get naked and touch each
other, they can be together and give themselves orgasms, they can use
anything BUT their sex parts to give each other orgasms, or they can
use their sex parts together -- or anything in between any of those, a
lot or a little. If all they're doing is having sex, then it's only
the physical part of it that matters to them; how they feel about the
other person doesn't matter so much. If they're making love, then the
part that matters to them is how they feel about the other person, and
how that person feels about them in an emotional sense; it's the
physical part that doesn't matter. 'Having sex' and 'making love' are
a LITTLE bit like opposites, depending on whether it's the physical or
the emotional that matters most."

"What is love, then? And how does it work with that other part -- the
having sex and making love?" Joanne asked.

"Again, you'll have to check this yourself, but I think of 'love' as
being when someone else's happiness and what's best for them is at
least as important to you as your own. I can give you an example of
that very easily: you know how hard your mom has to work sometimes,
and that she can't always be there when you want her. As much as she'd
like to be able to stay home so that she could take care of you, she
puts her own happiness aside so she can do the things she has to to
make sure that you have food and clothes and a place to live and all
the other stuff you need. Sure, she says she likes her job -- but
that's only a small consolation prize for the fact that she DOES have
to go out and work. And when you were little, she took you in for all
the vaccine shots that she was supposed to; as much as it hurt her to
see you get hurt and cry, she loved you so much that she was willing --
eager, even -- to have you suffer that relatively small pain so that
you wouldn't have to risk an even bigger and harder pain in the
future."

Taking a breath, I went on, "As for how that works with the 'having
sex' and 'making love', I think I can explain it best with another
example: a man and woman that love each other SO MUCH that they stay
married even though there's some reason that they can't actually have
any kind of physical relations with each other. In their case, what
they have is pure love because there's nothing sexual happening
between them. Compare that to two dogs mating in the street: all
they're doing is sex, because as soon as it's over, each of them will
go their own way. That's why I said that having sex and making love
get confused all the time: because with people, there's usually at
least a little bit of an emotional bond, if they're having physical
relations with each other. Sometimes it can be a pretty tiny bond, but
it's there."

It was Tina that observed, "You say that like you really know. Would
you tell us, so we know, too?"

It was then that I had a sudden inspiration: since they seemed to be
in a fairly receptive frame of mind, perhaps I could use my Navy
experience as the basis to tell them something that I thought was
pretty darn important. After collecting my thoughts for a moment, I
answered, "You know that I was in the Navy, and that I spent a lot of
time away from home. Well, when the ships I was on got to land, I'd
have physical desires that I wanted to take care of. To do that, I'd
find a girl in a bar or some other place that would let me be with
her. Basically, I would find a prostitute and have sex with her in
exchange for money. Even though I just wanted to have sex, and she was
someone that would have sex for money, each of us still felt a tiny
bond with the other -- even though ALL that bond was was each of us
found the other attractive and pleasant enough to be with. And that
brings up the last thing that I wanted to be sure you understand:
whether you're having sex or making love with someone, there should be
some kind of personal relationship between you. If there isn't, then
you really won't be much different than the prostitutes that I used to
use -- and the guy that you're with won't have any reason to care for
you or respect you. And as young as you are, and that you're still in
school where what other people think matters a whole lot, getting a
reputation like that isn't something you want. If you don't respect
yourselves enough to be 'picky' about who you're with, and why, then
any guy that you're with is almost certainly going to feel the same
way about you... and if HE doesn't care about you, then he won't have
any reason not to tell his friends and anybody else that will listen
about what you and he did, because it'll make him look more important
to his buddies. I know this because I was like that when I was young:
having sex with a girl was a big status symbol. It wasn't until I got
a LOT older that I understood the hurt and dishonor that I'd caused
the girls that I'd talked about. Sex isn't a shameful thing, but it
should be something special, because you're sharing something as
special as your body with someone else. Okay?"

They all shared another look, and it was Chris that answered, "Yeah,
Mom told us that sex should be something special, too -- but she didn't
explain WHY like you just did. I know I sure don't want people talking
about ME like I hear them talking about some of the other girls at
school."

When she was done speaking, Joanne and Tina both nodded their
agreement; I could see from their expressions that I'd had the desired
effect on them, and that all three would be more than a little
"choosy" about who they were with.

It was then that Joanne noticed the time, and pointed out that their
mother would be home before long. With some playful groans and
complaints, the four of us got up off the floor. Before I could do or
say anything, Chris came over and wrapped her arms around me and gave
me a surprisingly fierce hug before releasing me and saying, "Thanks,
Jeff. Not just for letting us come over here and all that, but for
being honest with us, letting us know you care what happens to us."

Doing my best to ignore the fact that both of us were naked and I had
felt her tight little body pressing against mine, I told her, "You're
welcome, dear. Just promise me that you won't forget any of the things
I tried to say."

She didn't hesitate to say she would; she'd barely taken a step before
Tina was following her example of hugging me, and thanking me. Last
was Joanne, who also whispered, "We talked about a lot of stuff, and
were here longer than I thought we would. I don't know if it'll be all
three of us next time, or not."

"Three or two or one, it's fine with me," I whispered back. When she
moved away from me, she graced me with a smile and a mouthed,
"thanks!" I just smiled and nodded. It was late enough that I figured
I wouldn't bother with getting dressed again before I went in for a
shower. Instead, I just went back to where I'd been sitting on my
couch earlier, and watched as the girls got dressed. I expect they
were fully aware that I was watching them, but they gave no indication
that they were bothered by it. When they'd gotten everything back on
again, each came over to give me a little kiss on the cheek by way of
a farewell -- and gave me a pleased grin when I gently patted her on
the butt.

Once they were gone, I spent quite a while just sitting on my couch,
thinking about all that had gone on that day and what might lay in
store for me. As polite and courteous as the girls had been, I wasn't
worried or particularly concerned about what might happen next; still,
I didn't doubt in the slightest that I had "interesting" times ahead
of me.

It was a couple of days before Joanne stopped by on her way home from
school. Once she'd rid herself of her book bag, she moved close and
put her arms around me; I didn't dawdle about reciprocating. After a
few moments, I said, "I'm not complaining, mind you, but what brought
this on?"

With her face all but buried in my chest, I could barely hear it as
she told me, "All the things you told us when we were here -- answering
our questions without making us feel stupid or bad, and telling us all
that stuff so we'd understand that there's more to learning about guys
and girls and sex and stuff than we thought there was, and letting us
know that you cared about what happens to us. I know you didn't have
to, but you even told us about you being with girls while you were in
the Navy, to make sure we knew we had to be careful so we didn't get
reputations like some of the other girls at school. Ever since we left
that night, I've been thinking about all the stuff you said... and I've
realized how much you must care for me and Tina and Chris. One of the
FIRST things you told us -- after you said how pretty you think we all
are! -- was that we should take care to make sure that we don't get
pregnant. And almost everything else you said to us, it was to help us
learn that doing stuff with other people didn't have to be bad or
nasty or anything like that -- that it was up to US to figure out what
kinds of things were okay, and that we shouldn't be afraid to try
something new just because it was different. I finally realized that
when I came over here that first time and asked you to help me learn
about sex, I really shouldn't have done it the way I did; and I'm glad
that you told me 'no,' even though it really hurt at first. 'Specially
after I showed you my boobs and everything. But after all of us
talked, I began to understand that you care about us, even though
you're not related to us or anything. I don't figure that helping us
learn about sex and everything is easy for you, even after Mom said
she thought it was okay -- but you're doing it anyway, and I don't
think that it's so you can see us naked and touch us or anything like
that. You really do care about us. I... I think it's even love, 'cause
you're putting what WE need ahead of what you're happy about -- just
like you told us about how Mom works to take care of us. So I just
want you to know that I understand what you're doing, and why, and
that I appreciate it even more than I can tell you. Okay?"

It was a hell of an answer to what I thought was a pretty simple
question; but from the tone of her voice and the way she'd said it, I
didn't doubt for a moment that she meant every word of it. All I could
do was give her a gentle hug before saying, "I'm glad you know what
I'm trying to do, and why. Yeah, I'm still not completely relaxed
about this, but the way you and your sisters acted, it won't take me
long. I'm just so much older than you are, and it isn't easy for me to
get my mind to change from wanting to protect you because of how old
you are; don't take this the wrong way, but I'm going to have to tell
myself -- probably a lot -- that it's okay to touch you and do things
with you, at least at first."

She was silent for a few moments, then told me, "No, I don't take it
the wrong way. Because you haven't tried to touch me or do things with
me is why I know I can trust you. I guess I shouldn't be surprised if
it takes a while for you to be comfortable about it, even though you
know it's okay now, when it wasn't before."

I continued to hold her for a bit longer, until she began to step
back. I released my gentle hold on her, and let my hands fall to my
sides. Much to my surprise, she took them and lifted them up -- placing
them squarely on the full mounds of her bust. In response to the
shocked and surprised expression I know I must have had, she impishly
told me, "I think maybe if I put your hands on me and do things, it'll
help you learn a little faster."

After taking a deep breath, I had to admit that that was certainly a
possibility -- drawing a small laugh from her before she squeezed my
hands on her breasts, and moved them around a little in encouragement
for me to do so on my own.

I didn't need a second invitation.

Slowly and gently, I explored the most obvious symbols of her
femininity; it took only a few seconds for me to decide that IF she
had a bra on underneath the blouse she was wearing, it was the
lightest and thinnest material ever invented. I could almost detect
where the edges of her areolas were, and had NO trouble detecting the
rubbery pebbles of her nipples -- which seemed to grow even as I was
giving them a tactile exam. A few careful squeezes let me learn that
her mammaries were delightfully full and firm. By the time I finally
let my hands fall to my sides again, I was looking forward to the
opportunity to do it again without the damn cloth in the way.

With a self-satisfied grin on her face, Joanne told me, "I only
stopped by for a minute to see if it would be okay if one of us comes
over tonight."

Unable to resist grinning back at her, I answered, "Sure, that's fine...
one, two, three... hell, it doesn't matter," making her grin even wider.

After collecting her book bag and getting it slung over her shoulder
again, Joanne flashed me a smile and said, "Later, then..." before
making her way the rest of the way home.

I was sitting on the couch, idly wondering what the evening would
bring when I saw Tina and Chris appear by the patio door. I got up and
went over to let them in, and after I'd closed the door behind them, I
asked, "Where's the rest of the Terrible Trio?"

Knowing that I was just teasing them, both grinned at me as Tina
answered, "Joanne didn't need to come over for what we wanted to talk
to you about, and see if you could help us with."

Disappointed (I was hoping to get my hands on Joanne again, after
all), I kept the smile on my face and said, "That's her loss, I guess.
Let's get comfortable, and you can tell me what's going on."

With my suggestion that we get comfortable, we got into a brief
discussion about where and how to get ourselves settled. What we
decided to do was spread an old (and VERY soft and comfortable)
blanket I had out on the floor, and then use the cushions from the
couch and chairs in the living room to prop ourselves up with. Once we
got all that set up, Tina and Chris promptly began taking their
clothes off -- something that surprised me a bit. When they were both
bare as the day they were born (if considerably improved), I asked if
they wanted me naked, too. They shared a look before Chris hesitantly
told me, "I... I think we'd both feel a little better if you didn't.
What we wanted to be here about... it's kinda embarrassing for us, and
um, intimate. We know you won't say or do anything, but we figure you
might not be able to help, uh, reacting -- and we don't think we're
ready for that, yet."

Hearing that left me both baffled and intrigued, but all I did was
answer, "Sure, no problem. That's why I ask -- so we can do what's
right for YOU, okay?"

Assured that I wasn't offended or upset, they smiled and nodded before
settling themselves on the floor. Lacking their youth and flexibility,
I had to content myself with simply sitting with my legs off to the
side. It was a pleasure looking the two of them over as we chatted
about a variety of things for the next several minutes. I could tell
that both were aware that I was looking, but I was polite about it, so
they didn't mind. If anything, they seemed pleased that I was looking.

There had been a lull in the conversation that Tina broke by telling
me, "Jeff, remember when we were here last time? And you told us that
touching ourselves was normal and everything, and that nothing bad
would happen?"

"Of course. There's still people that think it's sinful, or that you
should be ashamed of it, or something else equally silly; but that's
just a bunch of ignorance talking. Why?"

They shared another look before Chris answered, "Well, we've been, you
know, touching ourselves--" she paused to see what my reaction would
be; I didn't have one, so she continued, "--and even though it feels
good and everything, Tina and me... we, uh, we aren't feeling anything
special from it."

Tina picked up there by adding, "We've talked to each other about it,
and Joanne says she has orgasms like we've heard about, and sometimes
I have these times when it feels really, really good, but those aren't
like what Joanne says happen with her."

Chris spoke up again, saying, "And I haven't even had as much as Tina has."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I directed to Chris, followed by telling
Tina, "I'm pretty sure that if you don't think what you've felt was an
orgasm, it wasn't." Then, looking back and forth between them, I said,
"I guess that's the part you wanted to talk to me about?"

Both nodded, and I asked, "You said you wanted to see if I could help
you -- about this?"

Again, both nodded, looking more than a little embarrassed -- not from
what they'd been doing, I figured, but from failing to get the
expected results.

I considered it for few moments before telling them, "You know that
I'm willing to help, if I can; I'm just not sure HOW. What is it you
want from me?"

Visibly relieved that I was at least willing to TRY to help them, both
perked up a bit before Tina told me, "We" -- she gestured to and from
Chris and herself -- "talked about it, and thought that maybe because
you've already been with girls, you'd have some idea of what was
happening... and maybe how to make it better."

Though I'm sure my face didn't show it, what Tina had just said left
me stunned. How the hell was I, an adult male, supposed to "help" a
pair of pubescent teenage females learn how to masturbate to orgasm?
As far as I was concerned, it was like asking a carp how to fly.

But the expressions on their faces was all I needed to pull myself
together and try to think of a way of addressing their problem.
Knowing how clueless I was, I told them, "Give me a minute to think
about it, okay?" to get some time to try and deal with their request.

They seemed to realize how unprepared I was for what they'd asked, and
readily agreed to letting me think about it for bit.

Desperately trying to figure out something that I could tell them, I
remembered how things were when puberty steamrolled me -- and among
those memories were a few things that I realized I could use. Since I
was dealing with my own memories, instead of having to invent
something, it didn't take anywhere near as long for me to flesh the
whole thing out into something plausible; after organizing my
thoughts, I was ready to talk to them again.

Tina and Chris were both looking at me expectantly after I cleared my
throat, and listened closely as I told them, "I'm going to start by
trusting that if there was anything physical, you'd say so."

Tina calmly told me, "We, uh, compared -- all of us, I mean -- and it
didn't look like there was any big difference between us. Compared to
the drawings they gave Joanne, we've got the right parts in the right
places; we're a little different between our legs, but we don't think
it's any more than how our boobs are different."

Despite the images that tried to crowd into my mind, I just nodded and
continued, "That's perfectly normal. What I figure is going on is one,
or both, of a couple of things. On the first one, we have to start
with the obvious: Joanne is older than you. Yeah, it's not even a year
for you, Tina, but she's still older. Think about this for a second --
Joanne, the oldest, is able to have orgasms. Tina, the next oldest, is
feeling what I'm going to call 'almost-orgasms'. Chris, as the
youngest, it feels good for you, but nothing more."

They both got expressions of understanding, quickly followed by
disappointment. Their attention focused on me again when I said, "The
second thing is kind-of related to the first one: because you're young
and don't have much experience with sex, you don't yet know enough to
be able to give yourself the right kinds of stimulation and pleasure
to be able to have orgasms."

They considered that for a few seconds before Chris plaintively
complained, "It sounds like we can't have orgasms until we have
experience, and it's the orgasms that GIVE us the experience!"

Sympathetically, I answered, "I know it sounds like that, but that's
not how it really works. Remember, your bodies are still developing;
and as they develop, they'll be able to feel the kinds of stimulation
and pleasure that you'll need.to be able to make yourself feel as good
as possible."

Clearly disappointed, Tina wanted to know, "That's it? That's all we
can do, is just wait until we're older?"

Smiling, I answered, "That's ONE solution, yes."

The way I said it clued both of them in that I was about to pull a
rabbit out of a hat, and it was Chris that wanted to know, "What's
another solution?"

"I said that it would take time for your bodies to learn how to give
you pleasure by yourself. Something else you can try is to see if
somebody else can give you the kinds of stimulation you can't make by
yourself."

Confused, Tina asked, "What do you mean?"

"I know that there's only so much that you can do to make yourself
feel good by yourself. It might be that somebody else, doing something
YOU can't, will make you feel good enough in a different way to let
you have an orgasm."

Understanding the general solution, but not how to implement it, Chris
asked, "Like how?"

"You can't kiss yourself, for example; so somebody else kissing you
might help. You can touch your own body, but somebody else touching it
might make a difference. That kind of thing."

They sat there in silence for several seconds, thinking over what I'd
just told them. I was hoping (even expecting) that they'd seize the
obvious solution that I was dangling in front of them.

I knew something was going to happen when Tina suddenly perked up,
then leaned over to whisper something to Chris -- who promptly
brightened in response before the two of them got into a whispered
conversation that I was carefully not noticing when they turned their
attention back to me.

It was Tina that spoke first, getting my attention by asking, "Jeff?"

Turning to face her, I kept my expression neutral as I asked, "What is
it, dear?"

"You said that it might work if somebody else did stuff with us,
instead of us just waiting until we're a little older?"

"Yeah, it might."

"Would... would you help us?"

I pretended to consider it for a few seconds before answering, "I
could, if that's what you really want. But before then, you need to
really think about what you're asking. For me to help you like that,
we'd probably do stuff like kissing, which is okay -- but if that isn't
enough, then for me to help you any more, I'd have to actually touch
you. So you need to think about that, and decide if it's okay -- and if
it is, how much touching, and where."

I waited patiently as she and Chris got into another whispered
conversation; it lasted only a few seconds, and when they were looking
at me again, Tina told me "We... we'd be okay with that. Kissing, and
even touching -- at least, a little bit."

"What do you mean by 'a little bit'?" I asked.

"It's okay with me if... if you have to touch my boobs; but I don't
think I'm ready to have anybody else touching me, you know, between my
legs."

Only mildly disappointed (I really hadn't expected anything else, but
I could hope), I calmly answered, "That's fine, Tina, I can do that.
If it'll make you feel better, I'll even promise to only touch you as
much or... personally as I have to to help you have an orgasm."

I could see that I'd addressed her biggest concern, and she readily
answered, "Yeah, it does help me feel better."

Chris spoke up then, saying, "I'd like you to help me, too, Jeff.
Would it be okay if you didn't touch me any more than you did Tina?"

I smiled at her and answered, "Of course it would, Chris," to her
visible relief.

Nothing was going to happen until and unless one of them was ready to
begin doing something that had, until then, been a private and
personal act. After several seconds, I saw them communicating with
their eyes; it ended with Tina looking at me and saying, "I, uh, I
guess I'll, um, go first."

I just smiled as reassuringly as I could, and said, "Whenever YOU
decide you're ready is fine with me."

After a couple of false starts, Tina eventually got herself moving; it
took only a few seconds for her to get herself stretched out on the
blanket, with me on one side and Chris on the other. I got myself
situated close enough that I could lean over and kiss her, but no
closer, before lying down. She looked at me, and I quietly told her,
"It'll be okay, Tina -- you'll see," before leaning down and giving her
a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. When I raised my head, I could tell
that she was appreciably calmer. I kissed her again, and kept my face
close to hers when it was over so I could look into her eyes as I
said, "You told me how much was okay with you, and I promise you that
that's the most that will happen, no matter what. You want me to help
you find out what an orgasm is like, and that's what I'm going to do--
and I'm going to try to do as little as possible until that happens.
You really are important to me, and I love you enough to only do as
much to help you as you've told me is okay. I know you're kinda
nervous, but you'll see that you don't have to be."

I knew she was more than 'kinda' nervous; but I also knew that once
she realized that I was only going to do as much as she said was
acceptable, she'd relax considerably.

She smiled up at me, and I said, "If you can accept it, I can use just
my lips to tell you how much you mean to me. Is it okay if I do that?"

Her smile got a trifle wider as she silently nodded her head. Touching
my lips to hers again, I put all the affection and tenderness I felt
toward her into our kiss. It took a few moments, but she began to
respond to the message that I was trying to send. A few more seconds
ticked by, and I didn't have any doubt that she was answering me in
kind.

With the end of our kiss, I lifted my head just enough for us to see
each other's faces. I could hear the awe in Tina's voice as she
whispered, "I could feel it... when you started kissing me, I could tell
how much you love me... and how much you care about me... and it made me
feel so good, inside, to know you feel that way. And when I tried to
do the same thing, so you'd know how I feel about you... I could tell
that you felt it, too. Now, knowing that both of us know how the other
one feels... is this what love feels like?"

"Yeah, that's what it's like."

"After that... now I know, way deep down inside, that I can trust you --
completely and totally. I'm not afraid to tell you it's okay if you
touch me between my legs, 'cause I know you wouldn't do that unless
you really had to, to help me have an orgasm."

"No, I wouldn't, Tina. But let's see what we can make happen before
that first, okay?"

She gave me an amused smile before answering, "I can do that -- if
you'll keep kissing me."

I returned the smile before bringing my lips to hers again. As our
kiss progressed, I could feel her moving, and knew that she had
started pleasuring herself.

We continued exchanging small, brief kisses as Tina gradually got more
and more involved in what she was doing. Commeasurate with her
increasing pleasure, I began to get a feel for her increasing desire
through her lips, too -- and using only our kisses, encouraged her to
let it grow even more.

As her passion increased apace, I shifted my lips away from hers so
she could breathe better. That didn't mean and end to my kisses,
however; I simply applied them to other locations... her eyes, her
cheeks, her shoulders, even the upper slopes of her breasts. I really
had no idea of the specifics of what she was doing to herself, since I
was keeping my attentions well above her waist. That didn't mean that
I didn't have a pretty good idea of how she was progressing, however.

She'd been pleasuring herself long enough that I could easily detect
the aroma of aroused female in the air when I noticed that she seemed
to have reached some sort of plateau. Taking that as my cue to begin
MY involvement, I gently laid my hand on her belly and began using
just my fingertips to begin softly stroking her skin. It didn't take
long for me to understand that while I was having the desired effect,
she needed more attention from me.

Over the course of the next few minutes, I slowly and carefully
expanded my efforts; when I progressed to tenderly caressing her from
waist to shoulders (but deliberately detouring around her breasts),
there was a significant increase in her passion -- but even that was
insufficient to her needs. It was when I finally allowed my fingertips
to lightly trace a path up one of her breasts and ran them across her
nipple that I felt her suddenly freeze beneath my hand; a fraction of
a second later, she began to release a deep groan that was cut off by
a powerful spasm coursing through her. Knowing what had finally
happened, I contented myself with simply holding the warm mound of her
pubescent breast in my hand as several more waves of release washed
through her, each accompanied by a moan of pleasure.

After a bit, the spasms running through her young body began to taper
off, and soon came to an end. Perhaps as many as thirty seconds later,
I watched as Tina's eyes opened and a stunned expression took over her
face. She looked up at me, and after a false start, managed to
whisper, "I had no idea... I never thought... that was an orgasm, like I
heard about, wasn't it?"

I couldn't help smiling as I answered, "Yeah, it was. Now you know why
I said that if you weren't sure you'd had one, you hadn't."

Her eyes got big, and in something closer to her normal voice she told
me, "I guess! I thought that an orgasm sounded pretty good, but I
never expected it to feel anything like that!"

We were reminded of Chris's presence when she tentatively asked, "Was
it good, Tina? Like Joanne tried to tell us?"

Both of us turned our heads to look at the youngest of the sisters as
Tina answered, "It was way better than just 'good'! It was so much
more that I really can't even begin to explain how it feels, it was so
wonderful. Now I know why Joanne had such a hard time trying to
explain it -- and you'll know, too, Chris, when Jeff helps you have
one, too!"

On hearing that last part, Chris looked at me and I could see the
eager anticipation on her face. But before either of us could say
anything, Tina wanted my attention again.

"Jeff?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Thank you. That doesn't even begin to count toward how I feel about
what you did, but that's the only thing I can think to say, right now.
After what you said to me before, I wasn't embarrassed about touching
myself that way; and you knew when I started to have a problem, and
you did just what you said you would -- you tried just putting your
hand on me, and when that didn't work, you only did a little bit more.
And you kept doing a little bit more and waiting to see if it was
going to be enough before making it even more. I couldn't believe how
excited it made me when you were moving your hand on me; you weren't
touching my breasts AT ALL, and that only made me feel them and how
you were touching me even more. I could feel how close I was getting,
and it was SO much more than I've ever felt by myself; and then when I
felt you finally actually touch my boob, and then my nipple... it felt
so wonderful and made me SO excited that I finally got to find out
what an orgasm is like. I know you kept your hand on my boob, and it
just felt so right. I'm glad you did it, and I want you to know that
it's okay with me if you want to hold my boob in your hand ANY time."

I lowered my head to give her a soft kiss on the forehead before
raising up again and telling her, "Thank you, Tina."

Tina all but radiated her joy at what I'd done; the two of us were
content to simply look at each other for a while. Our bonding was
interrupted when Tina told me, "I like laying here with you like this,
and I can't begin to tell you how good that orgasm felt -- but I think
it's time for you to help Chris, now."

I looked over at the youngster, and saw that she was paying close
attention to us -- that she'd not only heard what her sister had said,
but witnessed what had happened before then, as well. When Chris saw
that I was looking at her, she blushed faintly, but didn't look away.
Keeping my amusement concealed, I asked her, "Are you ready for your
turn? Or do you want some more time?"

Almost instantly, she answered, "I'm ready now!" then DID blush
because of her overabundance of enthusiasm. After sharing an amused
smile with Tina, I moved myself over so that I was in much the same
position next to Chris.

She was already on her back, and as I looked down at her, she quietly
told me, "I saw how you were with Tina, and I know you aren't going to
do anything to hurt or scare me. I'm a little bit nervous, because I
haven't done anything like this before -- but I'm not afraid even a
little bit, 'cause I know I can trust you."

I smiled down at her before answering, "No, I'm not going to do
anything like that -- not even a little bit. You say you're a little
bit nervous, and I can understand that. If you let me, I can kiss you
so you know how I feel about you."

"I... I'd like that."

I touched my lips to hers softly and tenderly -- and just as I'd done
with her sister, tried to let her know through our kiss how much she
meant to me, and how much I loved her. For whatever reason, Chris
seemed to accept it a bit faster and easier than Tina had; and went on
to return it in kind just as quickly.

For whatever reason, neither Chris or I felt any need to interrupt our
exchange of kisses for anything as mundane as talk; just as had
happened with Tina, Chris reached the point where she was ready to
begin masturbating. And as she began to feel the effects of her
self-stimulation, the desires and passion she was experiencing began
to flow from her lips to mine -- and I just as readily encouraged her,
without words, to give those feelings free rein. Between what she was
doing to herself, and the contributions I was making, we had a fine
time with each other. Still, there came a point where I noticed that
she seemed to get into some kind of loop: she'd reach a certain level
of arousal and seem to hold there for several seconds, fall back a
little ways, then start working her way back to that same level again.
After she'd gone through that a few times, I heard her start to make
small noises of frustration -- and knew that the time had come for me
to get more involved.

When I first laid my hand on her belly, Chris responded with a soft
sound of pleasure; but keeping my word to only do as much as
necessary, I did nothing more than tease the smooth, soft surface of
her skin. Still, as time passed and it became clear that she needed
more help, I moved on to begin caressing her between waist and
shoulders... careful to avoid getting to close to her lovely mammaries.

It was easy enough to tell that the added stimulation I was providing
had increased her arousal; it was soon apparent that still more was
needed from me. The inclusion of her breasts in my caresses easily
brought her to the point that she had a distinct flush on her face,
and she was arching herself up off the floor as she began audibly
moaning her desires.

The scent of her, and the moist sounds of her activities, were plain
as could be by the time I reluctantly concluded that I needed to do
still more for her. Keeping my hand busy on her bust and sides, I was
able to shift myself down a little bit so I could implement the next
stage.

Chris had started making her little frustrated noises again when I
lowered my head and took the peak of one of her young breasts between
my lips. I'd only been sucking on it for a few seconds when she cried
out just ahead of her pubescent body seizing up beneath my hand.
Knowing that it was the first orgasm she'd ever had, I contented
myself with caressing and gently squeezing the mammary I had in my
hand while ever so gently sucking on the nipple I had in my mouth as
her young form went through a number of near-seizures. The waves of
relief wracking her body tapered off quickly, leaving her lying there
to gasp with the need for air. I let her nipple slip from between my
lips, but continued to cup her breast in my hand as I waited for her
to get her breath (and senses) back.

It was easily a full minute before Chris opened her eyes again; as
soon as she saw me, she reached up with both arms and somehow managed
to pull me down enough to wrap her arms around me and begin sobbing.

Despite my suspicion that she was crying because she was happy, I
still took her in my arms and rolled over so that she was laying on
top of me; with her face buried in my chest, that left my shirt to
soak up the tears (and mucus she was undoubtedly leaking) as I gently
stroked her back and tried to reassure her. When I looked over to
where Tina was sitting, I could see that she was as surprised by
Chris's reaction as I was. Seeing that I was looking at her, Tina
indicated that she thought Chris was crying because she was happy,
too.

After a few minutes, I could feel it as Chris's sobs began to wane; a
few more, and it seemed that she'd stopped completely. She didn't
indicate any desire to move, so I continued to hold her in my arms and
stroke her back while telling her it was okay. We stayed like that for
a while before she turned her head and told me, "Oh, Jeff! That was
so... so... wonderful! I thought that an orgasm sounded like it was pretty
good, and after I saw Tina have one, I just knew I'd like it, too --
but I never expected that it could be ANYTHING like that!"

I ran my hands from her shoulders down her back and ended with cupping
her cute little ass in my hands as I told her, "I'm glad I was able to
help you find out how good you can feel, sweetheart."

She raised her body off me enough to look down into my face as she
said, "And I'm glad, too! When we were just kissing, I knew that you
love me, and you really do care about what happens to me. And then
when I was masturbating, and it started feeling good, somehow I could
tell that you were letting me know that it was okay, and that I should
just let it happen. You waited until you knew that I kinda got stuck,
and it wasn't until then that you started touching me. And just like
you did with Tina, you only did a little bit and waited to see if it
was enough before doing anything more. And as long as I was getting
more excited and everything, but still not having anything happen, you
kept doing a little more and a little more, trying to help me by only
doing as much as you really had to, just like you promised. When it
was just your hand on me, it felt good, and the more you touched me,
the better it felt, and I kept feeling better and better. I knew I was
getting close to something happening, and that was when... when you
started sucking on my boob. It really surprised me; but also felt SO
good, that the next thing I knew, I was like, in heaven or something!"

A glance toward Tina told me that she was as amused by Chris's
enthusiasm as I was, though she was free to show it more than I could.

I lifted my head to give Chris a quick kiss on the lips, delighting
her, then let it fall back again before asking her, "Do you think that
was enough experience with having an orgasm to help you have them from
now on?" teasing.

She got a mischievous grin before answering, "I'm not sure, yet. I
think I might need to practice and maybe get some more help before I'm
okay just doing it by myself."

"Really? Who are you going to get to help after this?" I asked,
completely deadpan.

My apparent seriousness completely left Chris at a loss how to
respond; all she could do was just lay on top of me, staring at me.
The sight of her speechless was funny enough that I couldn't hold my
expression for as long as I'd have liked, and I finally gave in to the
need to laugh. Tina started laughing, too, and it was only then that
Chris realized that I'd been teasing her.

"You rat!" she exclaimed. "That was MEAN, talking like you weren't
going to do anything like that with me any more! If you're going to be
like that, maybe I need to tell YOU that you can't hold my butt like
you are -- how does that sound, mister?!"

I pretended to consider it for a few moments as Tina giggled at the
turn of events, and finally answered, "Well, if it means I get to hold
your butt in my hands more, I guess I can kiss you and play with your
boobs and such. For a WHILE, anyway."

Seeing right through my feigned reluctance, Chris declared, "You'd
just better!", prompting a renewed fit of giggles from Tina. When
Chris went to lay her head on my chest again, she realized that the
entire front of my shirt was soaked -- and immediately knew why.
Looking embarrassed, she said, "I'm sorry for making your shirt a
mess, Jeff. It's just that I was so happy, and that orgasm felt so
good, and I knew that I probably wouldn't have known what anything
like that could feel like for maybe a long time if it hadn't been for
you, and that's when I wanted to hold you and when I started crying."

"It's okay, sweetheart," I told her. "I figured that was what was
going on. I'm waterproof and snotproof, and I can wash the shirt, so
it's okay."

Hearing that I knew she'd gotten mucous on me embarrassed her all over
again, but she didn't say anything other than, "If you'll let go of my
butt, I can get off you now. I think Tina and me probably have to get
home before too long, don't we?" the last part directed toward her
sister.

Tina responded by saying, "Yeah, we don't even have a half hour before
we're supposed to be home."

"Well, if that's the case, I guess I'd better let go of your butt," I
told Chris. When my hands stayed where they were, she looked at me
with a "Well?" expression. Faking as though it was taking all of my
effort (and including the appropriate sound effects), I contrived to
hold on to her ass for a few more seconds before finally "breaking
free" -- to her amusement. All three of us stood up, and after Chris
headed for the bathroom with the obvious intention of wiping her face,
I went over to Tina, who readily let me take her into my arms. I told
her, "I'm glad I was able to help YOU feel good, too, Tina," then
slowly eased my hands down so she'd have time to object before I got
them on HER tight little tush. When I gave her ass a gentle squeeze,
she tilted her head back to look up at me in amusement as she said,
"Yeah, it's okay if you hold MY butt, too."

I took the opportunity to give her a quick kiss on the lips and say,
"You're welcome to come over for more help, too -- even if it's only
because you just WANT it, and don't need it."

Smiling, she said, "I kinda figured, but it's still nice to hear you
say it," before letting her head fall forward and hugging me. I
happily hugged her back, and we were content to stay like that until
Chris came back. Chris didn't have anything to say about seeing my
holding Tina the way I was; all she did was walk over to where her
clothes were and begin dressing again -- which was all the prompting
Tina needed to do the same. When they were done, both came over to
give me a kiss and accept one in return... along with a little pat on
the butt. Smiling, they let themselves out and quickly disappeared
from sight.

From the way she'd acted, and because of her youth and exuberance, I
figured it was pretty much a foregone conclusion that Chris would be
the first one to come back with a request for more "help". Even so, it
surprised me when she turned up the very next evening. Not only didn't
I have anything else planned, the previous experience with her had
been nice enough (!) that the idea of getting to do it again -- and
possibly even more -- were enough that she didn't have any difficulty
convincing me to help her have another orgasm.

The second session went appreciably faster than the first, due
primarily to the lack of any need to explain what was wanted and that
both of us already knew what was to happen. As I'd hoped, Chris was
agreeable to letting me touch her however and whenever and whereever I
wanted -- other than between her thighs. I took full advantage of the
situation by running both of my hands over as much of her body as
she'd made available, along with licking and sucking on her breasts
and nipples. Figuring I could use the excuse that I was trying to make
her orgasm "better" if she had any objections afterwards, I also
deliberately took my time about what I was doing to her, and shifting
my attentions often enough to keep from adding too much to her
pleasure. By the time she had a climax that easily outstripped the
first, I had a familiarity with her body that I doubted could be
matched by her mother and her doctor together. Not only didn't she
object to the somewhat longer time it took before she orgasmed, she
actually THANKED me for making her feel so much better. It also took
more time for her to recover, so I got to keep my hands on her
wonderful little ass that much longer as she lay on top of me. It was
certainly a major improvement over the evening I'd initially
anticipated.

For the next couple of weeks, all of the visits I got involved one or
both of Tina and Chris. Early on, I told them that as they had more
and more orgasms, they'd find it easier and easier to have climaxes by
themselves -- that it was like once their bodies learned how, the more
they practiced, the easier it got. That proved to be the case, and
once they got past a certain point, their visits to me were more about
having a little extra fun, as opposed to any actual need. Even so,
their time with me gave us the means and opportunity to address some
other issues, such as kissing.

Once Tina and Chris's visits had tapered off to something
approximating reasonable, Joanne began coming over again. It was
usually so she could ask me about something she'd heard or read about,
and the resulting conversations were quite likely to have one or the
other of us feeling somewhat embarrassed before they were finished.
Other times, she'd come over for the express purpose of the two of us
kissing and making out a little. I was always careful to pay close
attention to her response to what I was doing, and so never got too
close to whatever intimacy threshhold she'd established. She
demonstrated her appreciation of my forebearance with a patient
amusement at how much of the time one of my hands spent on one of her
breasts on on her ass.

As nice as it was to spend time with them in our various activities,
it was also a getting more than a little frustrating for me: getting
my hands and lips on their nubile young bodies was one thing, actually
getting some sexual relief was something else. So to get things moving
MY direction a little, I started making casual and innocuous comments
intended to gradually shift their attentions away from just their own
pleasure and satisfaction. It was never anything too blatant or direct
("Hey, Tina -- how about at least giving me a handjob?" seemed a bit
much), but more of a subtle underscore of the fact that I was doing
things that made them happy... and then leaving them to realize that a
little activity going the other direction might be a good idea.

I knew it was starting to work when Joanne came over one Friday
evening. We were stretched out on the couch with her in front of me
(my arm around her and my hand cupping one of her breasts because SHE
put it there) chatting and various things when she initiated a
dramatic change of subject by saying, "Jeff? There's something I've
been thinking about, and I'd like to find out what it's all about with
you -- except there's something about it that I'm not sure of."

As I was running my thumb across her nipple, I asked, "What's that, sweetheart?"

She hesitated a moment before answering, "I've been thinking that I'd
like to learn what oral sex is all about. I... I think you'd be okay
with doing it to me, 'cause of the things that you've said before. And
if I'm going to do it with anybody, I want it to be with YOU, first.
Except..."

When she didn't continue after a couple of moments, I asked, "Except what?"

"Well, all of us have been coming over here and you've been so nice
about not pushing us or trying to get us to do anything we're not
ready for -- but none of us has done anything to make YOU feel good,
too. I want to do something that would help you have a climax, too,
after everything you've done for me, and I think me doing oral sex
with you would work. But the problem I have is that I know that your
stuff, your semen, comes out of your penis -- but that's where your pee
comes out, too, and I'm afraid it would be gross or something. And
because I don't know how a guy has a climax, I don't know how much of
it there is, or hard it comes out, or any of that," she finished,
apologetically.

With the prospect of getting something resembling a blowjob from her,
I had all the motivation I needed to try and find a solution to her
problem. As I continued to toy with the nipple under my hand, I put my
mind to work; breaking the situation down into more discrete pieces
and re-ordering them, it didn't take long for me to come up with
something that would work. Adding a little "creative fiction" to it
let me include a little bonus for myself.

After giving her a little hug to make sure I had her attention, I told
her, "I think I've got something that lets you learn about oral sex
AND find out about how a guy has a climax."

I could hear the interest in her voice as she asked, "How's that?"

"What you need to know first is why my idea should work -- and that's
because us guys, we don't have climaxes the same way girls do."

"Well, DUH!"

"No, I mean something else. You women, even though it takes a little
longer before you get excited enough to have an orgasm, once you are,
you can have about as many as you want, one after the other, almost.
With us guys, we get excited easier and faster, but once we have a
climax, it takes longer before we can get excited again. And each time
that happens, it takes even longer before we're ready again."

"What do you mean?"

"A guy might be able to go from nothing to excited enough to have a
climax in only fifteen minutes, for example. But once that happens, it
might take half an hour before he can get excited enough to become
erect again; and even then, it might take another fifteen minutes for
him to climax again. After THAT, it could be maybe an hour or more
before he could get hard, and THIRTY minutes to have another climax.
Even IF he could keep going after that, it would keep taking longer
and longer before he could get erect again, and longer AFTER he got
erect before he could climax. Understand now?"

"Sure. So how does that help ME?"

"What I was thinking was that if you got to see me have a climax
first, you could find out the things that you don't know about. Then,
during the time it would take before I could be ready again, I can
help you find out what oral sex feels like for you; after that, if you
wanted to, you could learn how to do that with me. And because you
would have found out about what happens with guys, you'd know what you
wanted to do. You don't even have to tell me what you decide, because
I can promise that I'd tell you before anything happened with me."

She remained silent as she thought about what I was proposing, and
what I'd told her about male (my) limitations. As I'd always been
careful to do, I refrained from trying to talk her into doing
something; instead, I contented myself with gently caressing the
breast under my hand and giving it an occasional tender squeeze.

Barely a minute passed before she told me, "Yeah, I think that sounds
like it would work," followed a second later with her asking "Um...
what, uh, do I have to do? For the first part, I mean."

That was where my little bit of creative fiction came into play: I
carefully answered, "For a guy around your age, he can have an
erection almost any time, for any reason. For someone older, it isn't
so easy -- so it would help if you could do something that would help
stimulate me. If you're not sure about touching me or anything at
first, it would be enough if I could just look at you."

"You mean looking at me naked, right?"

"Yeah -- and if you were actually doing something, it would be even better."

"Doing something like what?" She didn't sound upset or offended, only curious.

"Well, if you're not touching me, then I'll be touching myself; if you
were doing that, too, I think it would be really sexy."

She considered that in silence for a couple of seconds before turning
her head to look at me. I could see the somewhat lecherous grin on her
face as she told me, "I think that'd be sexy, too -- watching you while
you're watching me. I'll do it."

I moved my head and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek; I'd no more
than pulled my head back when she declared, "That's enough of that.
Let's go!"

That she was so willing -- even eager -- to let me see her masturbating,
and watch me doing the same, both amused and delighted me. She was off
the couch and standing up in nothing flat; I'd barely gotten to my
feet when she was pulling off the T-shirt she had on (sans bra). She
was completely nude well ahead of me, and took care of getting The
Blanket (as we'd taken to calling it) spread out and a few cushions
transferred to it. By that time, I was nude as well, and both of us
got ourselves situated and settled in short order... careful, of course,
to make sure we each had (and presented) a clear view.

All three of the girls already had some familiarity with my workings,
while I'd never gotten even a brief look at their sex. I expect that
Joanne was aware of that latter fact, because she seemed to take a
particular delight in slowly drawing her knees up, and then moving her
feet and legs apart to finally leave me with a clear and unimpeded
look at her most intimate area.

Nestled at the bottom of the narrow vee of her pubic thatch, I could
easily see the cleft of her sex; her labia were about medium-thick,
plainly soft, and only a trifle darker than the pink of her nipples.
They were already slightly parted, and as I watched, I saw them
lengthen and darken slightly as they separated a bit more. Between
them, it was easy enough to see that Joanne was already aroused by the
prospect of what we were about to do -- though not obviously wet, there
was still a clear and distinct glistening at her opening. At the top
of the divide, I could just make out where her clitoris was... and the
fact that it was already starting to make an appearance.

Seeing her like that for the first time, I was grateful and delighted
that I was finally going to get my face between her smooth thighs.
Shortly after that thought ran through my mind, my nose caught the
first faint whiff of her... which only got my mouth watering in response
to the spicy/sweet scent of her.

When I was finally able to begin dragging my eyes up from the sight
she presented, I saw that her lovely breasts were visibly tight, and
her dark pink areolas were puckered slightly, while her nipples were
longer than I'd ever seen them. It was when I got my eyes as far as
her face that I saw the expression on her face -- a mixture of
amusement at my reaction to finally getting to see ALL of her, and
arousal... whether that arousal was a result of what she was doing, or
anticipation of what I was going to do, I don't know. It was when she
raised an eyebrow that I was reminded that I was supposed to be making
my own contributions to the situation.

It was an oversight that I quickly and readily corrected by taking my
stiffening penis in my hand and beginning to stroke it. As I did, I
watched as Joanne's areolas crinkled even more, and her nipples grew
longer.

While I was slowly bringing myself to full hardness, Joanne contented
herself with using her hands to cup and squeeze her breasts, and
gently pinch and pull on her nipples. Once it was clear that I was as
hard as I was going to get (and ever had been, from my perspective),
she began slowly caressing herself in an eccentric pattern that
gradually moved her hand lower and lower -- until, finally, her
fingertips slid past the upper line of the dark delta of her pubic
hair.

Once she'd reached that point, her progress slowed even more; she
deliberately paused frequently to draw her fingers through the dark
forest covering her mons, as though savoring the soft feel of it
before letting her hand drop a bit lower... and repeating the process. I
was feeling a bit faint by the time she was ready to lay her middle
finger along her cleft and between her labia; it took a moment for me
to realize that I'd been holding my breath ever since she'd first made
contact with the covering over her mons.

When Joanne slowly curled her finger, drawing the end of it across the
entrance to her vagina and then up between her vaginal lips, I caught
myself holding my breath again -- and had to deliberately force myself
to breathe as I watched her finish the movement with a light caress of
her exposed clitoris. A second later, she'd returned the digit to
where it had been, followed a moment later with a repeat of the cycle.

Knowing that she was deliberately trying to tease me didn't help much
in my fight to keep my desire and arousal under control; all I could
think of to do was to try and tease her back. Toward that end, I
reached down and cupped my balls in the hand that wasn't busy with my
cock; then deliberately angling what I was doing so she could see it
as clearly as possible, carefully rolled them back and forth for
several seconds before hefting them in such a way that she could see
how large and heavy they were. While I was doing that, my gaze
remained focused on the core of her womanhood; in response to my
humble efforts, I could see the area between her labia glisten even
more. As I continued doing what I could to tease her back, I watched
as the end of the finger she was moving became visibly wet with her
oils.

I'd let my scrotum slip out of my hand in favor of steadily sliding my
hand up and down my shaft when Joanne upped the ante considerably by
moving her hand up so she could begin focusing her attentions on her
erect clitoris -- while using the other hand to gently spread the
mounds of her vulva and exposing herself to me completely. I didn't
have the slightest difficulty in seeing the entrance to her vagina
almost winking at me with her every movement; each time the tight ring
of it clenched again, a drop or two of her nectar was forced out. Even
though she harvested her oils fairly often so she could keep her
clitoris lubricated, there was almost always a small pool of them
collected at the bottom of her divide... where they were easily visible
to me.

I watched as Joanne's arousal grew along with my own, as evidenced by
the slow increase in the movement of her finger across her clitoris
and the rapidity of her breathing.

Any hope I had of watching her climax before I did was dashed when she
expanded her efforts to begin pressing the first digit of her middle
finger into her opening and then back and forth for several seconds
before returning to her clitoris. About the second time she did that,
I started visualizing it being my cock sliding into her like that; it
was an image I couldn't rid myself of, and the thought of it actually
happening some day was all it took to push me well past the point of
no return.

Though I tried to fight it as best I could, Joanne seemed to realize
that she'd stumbled on something that I couldn't withstand. Even
though I could tell that she was approaching her own release, she
somehow managed to continue finger-fucking herself often enough to
push me farther and farther toward a climax. The last straw came when
she'd finished wetting the end of her finger and instead of returning
it to her clit, raised her hand and stuck the woman-wet end of it into
her mouth and blatantly sucked her own essence off it.

On seeing that, it took only a few fast, furious strokes before I
groaned with the eruption of the first wad of my jism.

As I felt myself tense before the second spray, I heard a high-pitched
noise from Joanne; I managed to open my eyes, and watched as she began
to climax, her fingers again busy dancing on her clitoris. The sight
was enough to make the second load of semen rocket out of me even
harder than the first had.

While my climax wasn't any longer than usual, it was easily more
intense and powerful than anything I'd experienced in recent memory;
all I could think to do when it was over was to lie down and breathe;
if I lived long enough for that to take effect, then I'd figure out
what to do next.

I'd decided that I was probably going to live, and was actually
thinking about moving some time soon when I heard Joanne croak, "God!
That was so sexy -- and it made me cum SO hard!"

Realizing that she was already well ahead of me in recovering, I was
struck with the urge to strangle her before it occurred to me that she
was probably in good enough shape to kick my ass if I tried it. Crap.

Since putting her out of my misery wasn't a viable option, I did the
next best thing by telling her, "If you want to find out about my
semen, you'll want to get over here before long."

I found it satisfying that it took a few seconds before I heard her
start to move; even so, it wasn't long until I could see her sitting
next to my hip, looking down at where my cum had landed on my belly. I
stayed passive as I watched her reach down and collect some of it,
then rub it between her fingers as she tested it for slipperiness,
consistency, and so on. Only when she was satisfied she'd cataloged
the material and structural characteristics of semen did she collect
another dollop and raise it to her nose. A tentative sniff convinced
her it didn't have any odor; that was followed by a hesitant touch of
her tongue. She considered the results for a few moments, then calmly
proceeded to stick her fingers in her mouth and clean them off. She
gathered another, larger, sample for taste-testing, and appeared to
conclude that it was at least tolerable.

When she looked down at me and saw that I'd watched what she'd done,
she blushed slightly before telling me, "I... I figured that if I'm
going to do oral sex on you, then I should know what your stuff tastes
like, so I know if it'd be okay if you squirt in my mouth."

"And?"

"It's okay. It tastes a little salty, but it's not gross or anything.
I can see that there isn't, like, oodles of it, and it didn't look
like it came out too hard or anything, either."

Hearing that delighted me: it sure sounded like I had every reason to
think that she wouldn't pull her mouth off when I climaxed -- assuming
that she was actually ready to go down on me. From what I knew of her
at that point, I didn't expect that she'd disappoint me.

Rather than say any of that to her, I said, "Well, whenever you're
satisfied that you've learned enough, you're welcome to lay down next
to me, and we can cuddle for a little bit."

"What about your stuff... your semen?"

"It won't take long for it to pretty much dry up. I can wash it off
when I get up, before we do anything else."

She considered that for a moment, then said, "I'll just go get a
washrag and wipe it up now. Then if we, uh, get started doing
something else, we won't have to stop for anything." With that, she
stood up and headed in the general direction of the bathroom. I heard
the water run, and a few seconds later, she was kneeling next to me
again. She wasn't over fastidious about wiping me off, but neither did
she slack off; when she was done, she calmly made her way back to the
bathroom -- where she rinsed out the washrag before coming back and
stretching herself out next to me. It took only a little nudging to
get her to lay on her side; once she did, she realized how comfortable
she could be if she rested her head on my shoulder and let her
uppermost arm and leg drape across me. That also let me put an arm
around her with my hand on her waist. I gave her a gentle hug,
followed by a soft kiss to the top of her head before saying, "I heard
what you said, and yeah, it WAS sexy. Thank you for letting me see
that -- it helped a LOT."

She giggled before answering, "Yeah, I could tell. It made me feel so
good, and so sexy, knowing that you were watching me do that, and that
you liked seeing me."

I gave her another brief hug, and the two of us were content to simply
lay there for a while.

Several minutes had passed when Joanne told me, "I've read and heard
enough about oral sex that I know what happens -- that the guy uses his
mouth on the girl between her legs and she uses her mouth on his
penis, I mean, but I'm not real sure I understand how they get to
that, or why."

"Okay, let's get a few things straight, and maybe that'll help. For
starters, having sex isn't just about a man's penis in a woman's
vagina. Instead, it helps if you think of sex as kinda being like a
puzzle."

I could hear the confusion in her voice when she asked, "How does that work?"

"Think of sex as being like maybe two really big puzzle pieces that
you can put together, and see what the picture is supposed to be --
except there's a little bit of an empty place in the middle where
other pieces would fit. Now, the other things that two people can do
are kind of like those other pieces that could fit into the puzzle,
but don't have to be there. So things like the people touching each
other to feel good... that's something they CAN do as part of having
sex, but they don't HAVE to do. And when they're touching each other,
they can only do it enough to make each other feel extra happy, and
THEN have sex; or they can do it until both of them climax, instead of
having sex. It's the same way with oral sex -- they can use it to get
each other even more excited before they have sex, or they can use it
instead of having sex. There are other things that you might have
heard of that can be used the same way; it's really up to the couple
what they want to do. So the 'why' part is that it can either be just
to make each other even more excited before sex, or IN PLACE OF having
sex."

She was silent for a few seconds, then told me, "Okay, I understand
that. Like if the girl wanted to stay a virgin, or wasn't on birth
control, or something, they could use the touching or oral sex to help
each other have climaxes. But if they wanted to, they could just use
those to have fun and make each other feel good as part of all the
rest of it."

"That's right. As for how they get there, it's pretty simple. Once a
couple start kissing and touching a little bit, and they start feeling
good and excited, then they can do either one, or even both, any time
they want. It might happen that they start kissing and all that, and
one time they start touching each other and making each other even
more excited before they have sex. Another time, they might start out
the same way, but instead of touching, they begin kissing each other
on their bodies until they're in a place where oral sex is what they
want to do. It's kind of like going from our town to another one: you
don't have to go the same way every time; you can stop at different
places along the way or go around them; you can go one way and come
back another; and you can switch things around whatever way you like,
whenever you want."

She snuggled herself next to me a bit more before saying, "Yeah, that
sounds nice -- getting to do whatever you want, whenever you want, and
not just having to do things a certain way all the time. I guess how
much time you spend doing different stuff can change around to
whatever you like, too?"

"Sure does," I assured her.

After that, she was content to lie next to me for a while longer and
let me gently caress her from hip to shoulder, being careful not to
tickle her.

When a little more time had passed, I moved my head so I could kiss
her on top of her head again; then did it again and again until she
tilted her head back to look up at me -- which gave me the opportunity
to do what I wanted to do all along: give her a soft, tender kiss on
the lips. She smiled in return, and when I did it again, she readily
kissed me back. Several more kisses followed, each a bit longer and
more involved than the one before. As we continued, it wasn't
difficult to get her to roll off of me and onto her back -- leaving me
free to roll onto MY side and freeing my hand to begin softly
caressing her. I started slowly enough by lightly caressing her belly
for a bit before gradually extending the range and intimacy of my
touch. When I finally got around to cupping her firm mammary in my
hand, she moaned softly and pressed herself upward to increase the
contact.

Using only my kisses and the feather-light touch of my fingers, I
carefully went about pleasuring her and raising her arousal; when I'd
brought the peaks of her breasts to full extension, I gradually began
touching her lower and lower as part of my caresses. While careful to
continue my attentions to the warm, firm mounds of her bust, I was
able to extend my reach so that I could begin drawing my fingertips
ever so lightly up the tops of her thighs. Each time I moved my hand
to the inside of one of her knees, the upward movement of my hand was
marginally closer to the inside of her thigh; as I'd hoped, she was
the one to move her legs apart, giving me easy access to the soft and
smooth flesh between her knees and pelvis. By the time I'd run my hand
along her inner thighs a few times, there was the distinct aroma of
aroused Joanne to accompany her soft panting.

Shifting the focus of my kisses from her lips was easily accepted by
her, since that meant that I was paying attention to her delicate
ears, her soft shoulders, her throat, and more. By the time I'd kissed
my way low enough to take the hard pebble of one of her nipples
between my lips, she was making almost continuous moans of both
pleasure and desire; when I began nursing at the peak of her mammary,
she groaned her pleasure at what I was doing, and moved her hands to
my head to hold it where it was. While I spent the next few minutes
orally tending her bust, my hand remained busy farther down: even
though I touched every square millimeter of skin between her knees and
pelvis, I was careful to never come in contact with the mound of her
sex -- both to avoid worrying her that I was going to "do something,"
and to make her as aware of the area as possible because I wasn't
doing anything to it.

It wasn't until she began a slight lifting of her hips each time my
hand approached her womanhood that I began the slow and meticulous
process of kissing my way down her body in as erratic (and erotic!) a
path as I could conceive. By the time my lips were brushing the upper
edge of her pubic hair, she was moaning and panting almost
continuously. Knowing that she was ready, I carefully lifted myself up
and eased my side between her legs... and without hesitating or saying a
thing, she moved her legs apart to make room for my body. Nearly in my
final position, it took only the slightest pressure against the back
of her knees to get her to bring them up -- leaving her fully exposed
to my gaze.

There was no way in hell that I wasn't going to take a few seconds to
really look at her virginal snatch; what I'd seen of it when she was
masturbating for me made that an imperative. That close to her, and
with her that aroused, I didn't have any problem seeing that she was
easily as tender and delicate as she'd first appeared. Her clitoris
was medium-sized, and was proudly showing itself. It was easy enough
to see that her labia were even softer than I'd thought, and perhaps a
bit thinner and more delicate. At the bottom of the divide, her labia
were parted enough that I could not only see the opening of her
womanhood, but make out the fragile ring that was the very definition
of her innocence. I also learned that the hair at the base of her
belly was as long as I'd first thought -- and soft as the fur on a
cat's belly.

A slight motion caught my eye, and when I looked up, I could see that
she'd raised her head and was looking down at me uncertainly. I didn't
have the slightest qualm about smiling at her and telling her, "Even
here, you're beautiful."

I suspect that she was experiencing too many other feelings to do
anything but accept my declaration, since she let her head fall back
to rest on the floor again.

That close to the source, the scent of her was almost overpowering...
but in a good way. Spicy and sweet at the same time, there was also no
mistaking that it was female, and hers. It was all I could do to try
and memorize the sight of her for a few seconds before giving in and
lowering my head between her warm thighs.

Extending my tongue, I slid the end of it between the soft folds of
her labia and got my first taste of her nectar -- and promptly thanked
all the divine beings in the universe for the opportunity. The flavor
of her was virtually the same as her aroma, and I delighted in drawing
my tongue across her opening and gathering her oils before moving it
high enough to pay homage to her clitoris. My first contact with that
fleshy pearl was enough to draw a deep groan from her as she lifted
her pelvis up in welcome to my effort. The second pass of my tongue
along the channel of her femininity was as much of a pleasure as the
first, and ended with a longer and more involved lingual exploration
of her clitoris.

That second effort was even more appreciated than the first, and the
response I got was more than enough motivation to get me started
tending the nubbin of her woman's pleasure.

I don't know how long I stayed busy between Joanne's thighs -- and
frankly don't care. Teasing her erect clitoris by softly fluttering my
tongue across it; trying to see if I could get my tongue through the
tight ring of her opening; simply licking up the oils she produced;
putting my mouth over her clitoris and softly sucking on it -- I tried
anything and everything I'd ever learned about eating pussy to see
what worked on her, and what she liked best. It was a pleasure and
labor of love to slowly raise her desire and pleasure, and steadily
move her closer and closer to what I sincerely hoped was the biggest
and bestest orgasm of her young life -- I wanted her coming to me so I
could continue providing her with this most personal of services, as
much for MY sake as hers.

Despite that goal of mine, I knew better than to tease and torment her
into something that would overwhelm or frighten her; I had to satisfy
myself with "just" eating her tasty young snatch slowly and long
enough to ensure that the resulting orgasm was something she'd never
forget. So when I knew that she was but a few seconds from finding the
relief I knew she wanted, I resisted the temptation to draw things out
and gave her sensitive nub a furious tongue-lashing that all but threw
her into the chasm of release.

Her attempt to scream her pleasure was cut off by her body seizing up
-- leaving her unable to move. She managed to draw a deep (if ragged)
breath that was similarly cut off by a second seizure. Somehow, she
managed to both exhale AND inhale before freezing up a third time;
after that, the spasms that coursed through her were progressively
milder, allowing her to gasp and groan from the intensity of them.
After the last one, she gave a small shudder before her entire body
seemed to collapse.

I gave the entrance to her vagina one last lick to gather the oils
that had gathered there before raising myself up and carefully getting
her legs together and straightened out. From there, it was but a few
seconds to position myself next to her, then get her head resting on
one arm while I used the other to hold her. Happily, it didn't take
long before she opened her eyes and looked up at me; when she did, her
eyes got large as saucers and a couple of seconds passed before she
softly told me, "I thought it sounded like it might be nice, someone
doing that to me -- but I never expected anything like that!"

I gave her a quick, soft kiss on the lips, and responded, "I'm glad
you liked having it done as much as I liked doing it to you."

It took a second before she asked, "You... you like doing that? I mean,
you don't just do it 'cause you think you should or have to? Why?"

Smiling, I said, "Yeah, I like it. Most guys think that a girl smells
really nice and sexy when she's excited; and as much as I like how you
smell, I think you taste even better. And besides, I enjoy being able
to make YOU feel excited and sexy when I do it, so that just makes it
even better."

"You like how we smell when we're excited? And the way we taste down
there? Really? I mean, I like the way I smell, and I thought MY juice
tasted okay, but I figured it was just because it was mine."

"Yeah, really. Don't you think I liked what I was doing? Do you really
think I would have done all the things I did, for as long as I did, if
I didn't enjoy what I was doing?"

She considered that for a bit, then looked at me again and asked,
"Does... does that mean it's okay if I come over so we can do it some
more," her voice betraying her hope what the answer would be, and the
eager anticipation she felt about the answer.

I couldn't even think about doing anything but grinning at her as I
answered, "That's what it means, all right."

The idea that she could experience anything like what she'd just been
through more than just the one time... that it was available to her
virtually any time she wanted... it seemed to be more than she could
hold in her mind, just then. She had a happy smile on her face when
she closed her eyes to rest a little more.

For my part, I used the opportunity to begin caressing her nubile
young body -- not with the intent of getting her fired up again, but
simply to enjoy the feel of her smooth, warm skin under my touch.

After a couple of minutes, Joanne told me, "I like the way you touch
me; 'specially like now. It's soft and nice, and feels good. You're
not tickling me even a little, and you're not just playing with my
boobs or anything," without opening her eyes.

I kissed her forehead and answered, "I like touching you like this. I
like the way your skin feels, and it's nice to know that you care for
me and trust me enough to let me do it."

Eyes still closed, she smiled before saying, "I do care for you, and
trust you. And I know that you feel the same way because of HOW you're
doing it."

The next few minutes passed quietly; the silence was only interrupted
when Joanne opened her eyes to look up at me and say, "Before, I only
wanted to know what oral sex was like -- I was going to do it to you
just so I could find out what it was about. But now... after what we did
before, and what you did for me, and knowing that you did it because
you like it... now I want to try to make you feel as happy and good as
you did for me."

Looking down at her, I replied, "Jo, I really truly do hope that
that's the only reason you ever have any kind of sex with someone
else: because you want to. Anybody that ever tries to get you to have
sex for any other reason isn't someone that you want to be with. I
told you before that there can be just 'having sex' or 'making love';
what we've been doing tonight is 'making love' -- because of the way we
feel about each other. If you ever feel like you HAVE to be intimate
with someone, then that's probably a real big clue that you shouldn't
-- because if you feel that way, there's a pretty big chance that
they're someone that doesn't really care about you the way you
deserve. So will you promise me that you'll be careful about who
you're with, and why?"

Smiling, she didn't hesitate to answer, "Of course I will, Jeff. I
guess you didn't realize it, but that's something that you've helped
me and Tina and Chris all learn, and understand. Because YOU treat us
so special, none of us wants to be with anyone that doesn't."

It did my heart and mind wonders to hear that from her; regardless of
how much fun and pleasure I had with them, I wanted and needed them to
understand the need to be selective about who they shared their bodies
(and hearts) with.

Still smiling, Joanne told me, "If you think an old man like you has
had enough time, I'd like to see how good I can make YOU feel..."

Feeling my cock twitch slightly in anticipation, I answered, "Well, I
don't know of any reason you can't try...", making her smile even wider.

It took only the gentlest of nudges for her to get me to roll over
onto my back; almost before I could blink, she'd slithered her way on
top of me, unashamedly and totally without concern straddling my
waist. Nothing was said -- nothing needed to be said -- as she leaned
forward and supported herself over me with her arms. The two of us
looked into each other's eyes for several moments before she slowly
lowered her head and kissed me... her lips telling me how much I meant
to her. I responded in kind, and our kiss went on longer than I would
have expected. When she lifted her head and looked down at me again, I
could see that we both knew that what we felt for each other was more
than just "care"... a lot more. She lowered herself a little farther,
supporting herself on her elbows; that left her warm and firm breasts
pillowed against my chest and her hardening nipples boring into my
skin. As we began kissing again, I raised my hands to her hips and
then began caressing her from the rounded firmness of her ass to her
shoulders, arms, and neck then back again. It didn't take long for our
kisses to grow longer and more impassioned; as they did, Joanne began
a slow, sinuous motion that had her caressing me with nearly the
entire front of her body. Between the feel of her underneath my hands,
the sensation of her body rubbing against mine, and the
near-incendiary level of our kisses, it didn't take long to get my
cock nearly fully erect -- and lightly brushing against the bottom of
her pudendum.

Rather than exhibiting even the slightest concern about the nearness
of my member to her womanhood, Joanne surprised the hell out of me by
opening her mouth slightly and brushing her tongue across my lips.
Trying to give her the chance to change her mind and "back off" a
little, I didn't respond to her prompting until about the third time
she did it; after that, I was more than willing to send my tongue out
to introduce itself to hers. The next little while, our kisses became
even deeper and more intense.

After having to remind myself to breathe several times, I began to
notice the unique and delicious aroma of Aroused Joanne. Not long
after that, she gradually shifted the target of her kisses from my
lips to other places -- my throat, my shoulders, even my ears, before
beginning to inch herself down my body. As she did, I could feel my
erect penis drag through the soft thicket covering her mons and then
along the smoothness of her skin.

While easing herself lower and lower on my body, Joanne treated my
body much the same as I had hers: softly biting at me with her lips,
kisses, licking and sucking on MY nipples, dragging her tongue along
my skin in random paths, and anything else she could think of. When
she'd gotten far enough that the head of my cock was close enough, she
even raised up enough to try and use her breasts and hard nipples to
toy with it -- something I'd never experienced before. Finally, at long
last, she was face-to-face (as it were) with my erect manhood. I
couldn't help watching as she used her cheeks and face to caress it
for some time. Looking up at me, she smiled before opening her mouth
and extended her tongue; after placing the tip of it against the base
of my erection just above my scrotum, she slowly drew it toward the
head. Once she'd gotten that far, she used her tongue to hold my cock
steady while she lowered her head, and then took the head into her
mouth. A second later, I could feel her begin massaging the underside
with her tongue. After a minute or so of that, she started "walking"
her lips down the shaft, taking more and more of me into her warm
mouth.

Much to my surprise, she got nearly three quarters of me between her
lips before stopping; that was when she returned to rubbing her tongue
along the bottom of my manhood while she began a soft, rhythmic
suction.

I have to think that whatever or whereever she heard or read about
oral sex, it had to have included extensive detailed examples of what
to do and how to do it -- that, or she had some kind of genetic,
instinctive, or psychic-based knowledge or predisposition to how to
give outstanding head. I spent the next little while unable to do
anything but savor and suffer the variety of things she did with her
mouth as she gently fondled my balls with one hand. It seemed that if
I started even THINKING about cumming, she'd stop whatever she was
doing and move on to something else that didn't QUITE feel as good. I
was starting to wonder if she wasn't actually trying to drive me crazy
when she finally had mercy on me by taking as much of me as she could
into her mouth and then simply bobbing her head up and down (and
sliding her tongue up and down the bottom while doing so). I doubt
that it took as long as a minute before I felt my balls draw up and my
cock harden even more; Joanne responded by taking me fully in her
mouth again and deliberately using the tip of her tongue to "milk" the
underside of my cock -- which was the last straw.

Nearly bellowing with the intensity of my release, I felt the first
jet of cum leave me with enough force that I half-expected it to force
Joanne's mouth off of me. Not only didn't that happen, but she went on
to begin sucking on me as though that was the only way my semen would
come out. That only made the rest of my climax even better that the
first one I'd had with her earlier... and that's saying something.

By the time I'd emptied my balls, I was wondering if I'd be able to
cum again anytime in the next month. When I was able to open my eyes
and look down to where Joanne was, I saw that she was as happy as she
could be: after swallowing what I was SURE was at least a quart of
semen, she calmly proceeded to use her lips to squeegee my cock clean
while gently sucking the last little bit of cum out of me. When she
let my deflating manhood slip from between her lips, she held it in
her cool hand long enough to ensure she'd gotten everything by licking
it clean. Only then did she raise her head enough to see that I was
watching her; with a self-satisfied smile on her face, she happily
asked me, "I don't have to ask if you liked that, do I?" rhetorically.

Smiling back, I answered, "No, you don't. And 'liked' doesn't even
begin to describe how you made me feel."

With that, she crawled her way back up my body; when she got close
enough, I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head away briefly.
When she looked back at me again, she said, "What I read... it said that
guys don't like to taste their own stuff -- and I'm not sure I
swallowed all of it, or got it all off."

"Sweetheart, I don't mind, really. But if you don't want to take the
chance, then that's okay, too."

She gave me an uncertain smile, and when I moved to kiss her again,
she didn't turn away -- but didn't look any too happy, either. I
settled for a quick peck, which was enough to earn me a small smile
before she softly lowered her body onto mine. I welcomed the chance to
wrap my arms around her and give her a hug, followed by a kiss to the
top of her head. I could almost FEEL her smile into my chest before
she released a soft sigh of satisfaction and happiness.

It took a while for me to get the rest of my breath, and my energy,
back. When I had, though, I gave Joanne a soft hug before saying, "I
don't think we want you getting home late, and it would probably be a
good idea to clean up a little bit. If you want, you're welcome to use
the shower here -- with or without me helping."

She answered, "I guess I should get home before too long." Only then
did she seem to catch the last part of what I'd said, and raise up
enough to look at me as she asked, "We can clean up together? Both of
us, at the same time?"

I had to laugh as I answered, "That's what together means: both of us
at the same time."

She stuck her tongue out at me, then quickly clambered off me and
stood up. Looking down at me in impatience, she demanded, "Well come
on!"

Chuckling, I stood up next to her, and let her take me by the hand and
lead the way back to the bathroom. I let her adjust the shower to her
choice of temperature, and the two of us had a friendly, happy time
"helping" each other clean up, then dry off. Back in the living room,
she couldn't help giggling as I assisted her in getting dressed by
cupping her breasts in my hands while she got her panties on,
smoothing her dress over her ass and holding her butt in my hands as
she put her blouse on, and that sort of thing. When she was done, I
contrived to get a disappointed look on my face when she turned around
-- causing her to outright laugh. She stepped close to me and pulled me
down for a kiss (long and loving) before heading out the door -- helped
along with a pat on the butt from me.

I expected that the three girls were sharing information with each
other, and that was pretty much confirmed when it took less than a
week for Chris and Tina to separately approach me for their own oral
sex lessons.

Chris was first (just a couple of days after Joanne), and exhibited
all the subtlety of a circus pony in letting me know what she wanted.
She readily agreed to my suggested curriculum (same as Joanne and I
had used); it was her suggestion that she could "touch herself" if I
thought it would help me get aroused and have a climax. She sat
appreciably closer (we were almost side by side), and it was as easy
as it could be for me to see that her pale pink labia were small and
thin... almost delicate looking; her clitoris was a small nodule of
flesh at the top of her slit. The hair on her pelvis was a little
sparse, making it easy for me to see the underlying skin.

She wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to begin masturbating for me,
and I watched as her slightly puffy areolas swelled enough to stand
well out from the surrounding flesh. From each a small nipple stood
out farther than I'd seen before. When she'd gotten herself aroused
enough, she moved her hand to her mons, where almost all of her
activity was focused on her clitoris -- meaning that I could watch her
vaginal lips slowly grow marginally longer and thicker, and darken
slightly. As her arousal steadily increased, the surplus of her oils
that she wasn't using to lubricate her clitoris were transferred to
her labia, bringing them to a high sheen. Several times, she raised
her hand from her pelvis to her mouth so she could suck her own nectar
off her fingers before putting them to work again. Close as she was,
it was easy enough to detect the scent that was uniquely hers; fresh
and light, it was also surprisingly musky, considering her age. I
found myself looking forward to finding out if she tasted as good as
she smelled!

When we climaxed (she ahead of me), I was surprised with something
that I'll treasure forever: the sight of the entrance to her vagina
clenching -- almost winking at me! -- with each spasm of pleasure that
coursed through her young body. Each time it happened, a minute amount
of her nectar was pushed out; by the time her orgasm tapered off,
there was enough of it that it had begun to trickle down toward the
dark pink rosette of her anus. She readily investigated my semen, and
cheerfully informed me that she actually kinda liked the way it
tasted.

After we'd recovered enough for me to teach her what it was like to
have her young snatch eaten, she surprised me again by indicating a
willingness to give French kissing a try -- and shortly on the heels of
that, demonstrating a considerable enthusiasm for continuing. When I
finally got my head between her slender thighs, she wasn't concerned
in the slightest about the brief delay while I tried to memorize the
sight of her. She also willingly spread her legs far enough to open
herself to me that I could see the delicate ring of her hymen. Then it
was on to learn that her oils were rather thin and light... and easily
as delectable as they'd smelled. I also discovered that her inner lips
were small enough that I couldn't quite get even the edges of them
into my mouth, though she seemed to appreciate the attempt; instead, I
had to content myself with "just" licking them clean of the nectar
that had accumulated on them before going on to encouraging her to
produce even more. The first touch of my tongue to her clitoris
revealed that that little bit of flesh was quite sensitive. That meant
that I had to be a little more careful about what I did with and to it
-- something that happily slowed my efforts to bring her to what was
clearly a powerful orgasm for her. As I'd done with Joanne, I moved to
hold and comfort Chris as she recovered; I'd figured she'd gotten
accustomed to having orgasms by that point, but once again, she
latched onto me and had a (thankfully shorter) crying jag. With both
of us naked, it seemed prudent to get up and get her a damp cloth and
small towel when it was over; I also used the opportunity to clean off
my front, of course.

Due to her eagerness for what was next, the time we spent snuggling
was somewhat shorter; to my mixed pleasure and dismay, she had her own
ideas about what she was willing to do to go about getting me hard
again. The only thing that kept me from blowing my load before she
even got her mouth on me was the simple fact that she was SO eager,
she didn't keep anything up long enough for it to have the effect it
COULD have.

She was still small enough that she could get "only" about half of my
erect cock in her mouth -- but made up for that trivial inadequacy with
a combination of enthusiasm and willingness to experiment that I
sincerely hope I never have to experience again. It was only when she
apparently began to tire and settled into softly sucking on me while
sliding her lips up and down my aching erection that I finally got the
relief I'd almost been praying for. The only reaction she had to
having my cock firehosing what felt like gallons of cum into her eager
mouth was to pull her head back a little and swallow it as fast as she
could -- except for the last few spurts, which she held in her mouth
while milking me of the last few drops, then plainly rolled it around
in her mouth as though savoring it before finally swallowing. Before I
could say anything, she let me slip from her mouth and grabbed the can
of soda she'd been drinking so she could use a big sip of it to rinse
her mouth out before clambering up and kissing me full on the mouth.

When it came time to clean up, she simply stood and announced, "If you
want to shower with me, you'd better get moving."

I did; and enjoyed it immensely.

I got to rest for three whole days before Tina made her appearance.
Though she was considerably more subdued than Chris had been, there
still wasn't any mistaking what she was there for.

She was the one to suggest that if it was okay with me, it might be
fun for us to touch each other. I felt obliged to say something about
that meaning that I'd be touching HER between the legs, too, and got
the answer, "I know that, silly. I know I can trust you to just touch,
and not do anything else."

It was an offer I wasn't about to turn down, of course. We got
ourselves positioned on The Blanket, and rather that go straight for
her tits or pussy, I laid my hand on her thigh... and was glad I did.
The sports and other physical activities she was involved in had
resulted in her having absolutely phenomenal muscle tone; the leg
under my hand was as firm as it could be underneath a thin cover of
smooth, warm girl-flesh. Tina looked at me in patient amusement while
I just HAD to run my hand up and down her thigh several times; when
she'd had enough of that, she let me know through the simple expedient
of reaching out and taking my semi-erect penis in her cool, slender
fingers. Reminded of what I was supposed to be doing with her, I
casually moved my hand back up her thigh -- and then beyond, until I
was using it to cup one of her breasts. I gave the breast I was
holding a slight squeeze, and confirmed that it was still as
sponge-rubber firm as always before beginning to tease the dark pebble
of her nipple with my thumb. With my attention back on track, she
looked down between my legs and watched as she began slowly and gently
stroking my penis.

There isn't a doubt in my mind that she'd never done anything like
that before; she was simply too hesitant and uncertain about what she
was doing. But as she began to get the kind of reaction she wanted,
her confidence began to grow and she gradually got more comfortable
about trying different things.

In the mean time, I was absolutely certain about what I wanted to do --
and did it. Though the angle was a little awkward, I compensated by
simply focusing my attention on what I was doing, and doing more OF
it. I'd had the pleasure of manually bringing her somewhat large
nipples to attention from the puckered chocolate surrounding them, and
begun investigating the area between the legs that she'd spread for
me. Watching what my fingers were doing, it was just possible for me
to see that Tina's labia were a pale pink (though starting to get
darker) and possibly a bit longer than Joanne's had been. My
fingertips told me that they were likely medium-to-thin in thickness,
and as soft and pliable as could be wished for. I didn't have any
difficulty deciding that her pubic hair was as dense as I'd first
thought -- and softer than I would have expected. After letting my
middle finger come to rest along the slit dividing her mound, I slowly
curled it so I could draw the tip across her opening -- which didn't
draw any visible reaction from her, at all. In doing so, I learned
that she was already somewhat wet; that left me with some of her
lubrication on my finger to use when I reached the top of her cleft
and her clit. Remembering how sensitive Chris's had been, my first
contact with the nub of Tina's clitoris was as delicate as I could
manage. Tina's reaction was simply to tell me, "I'm not as sensitive
there as Chris is; it's okay if you touch me a little harder."
Grateful for the advisory, I also filed away the little tidbit that
she knew something like that.

After moving my finger back to where it had started, I repeated the
gesture... with the exception of letting my fingertip dip a little
farther into her, and making the caress of her clitoris firmer. That
latter action resulted in her closing her eyes for a moment and
moaning briefly before moving her legs a little farther apart. The
next pass, I dared to lightly brush against the actual entrance to her
womanhood before using my fingertip to twiddle her clitoris for a
couple of seconds -- earning myself a pleased smile from her before she
turned her attention back to where her hand was lightly grasping my
erect penis.

As the seconds ticked by, Tina proved to be not only as trusting as
she'd said, but more receptive to my efforts that I'd hoped: she was
perfectly agreeable to having me pressing against (but not into; I
never even tried) the entrance to her vagina, and more than
appreciative of my ministrations to her clitoris. Those weren't the
only parts of her that I tended to, however. It pleased me greatly to
shift my attentions every so often and include her breasts and
nipples, lightly caress the insides of her thighs, and even just
lightly draw my fingertips along random parts of her body. Knowing
that she could see what I was doing, I even got the end of my finger
well-coated with her essence and casually licked it off. In the
process, I was able to fully appreciate the scent of her: amazingly
light while being vaguely "earthy". If you've ever taken a handful of
rich, dark farmland and smelled it, that's what it reminded me of --
while not being the least bit unpleasant. The taste of her was
similar, but with a slight tanginess that appealed to me greatly.
After I'd done that a few times, she used her free hand to take my
wrist one time, and moved my hand up so she could take the glistening
finger into her mouth and suck the oils off herself (with a smokey
look in her eyes) -- and a lusty grin after my stiff dick told her what
I thought of the sight she'd presented.

Between the pleasure I was getting from what I was doing to (and with)
her, and her increasing talents with her hand, I was steadily moving
closer and closer to giving her the education she wanted about male
ejaculation. But after all I'd done with Joanne and Chris so recently,
I knew that I was going to have to see Tina have an orgasm to get the
last bit of stimulation that I needed at that point. So with that in
mind, I went about trying to get HER worked up a little faster than
she was doing to ME.

I had her pubis cupped in my hand and was rhythmically teasing the
opening to her womanhood when she shifted her weight slightly -- and
promptly made a noise that let me know she'd experienced something
particularly pleasurable. It took only a little experimentation for me
to figure out that slightly pressing against her clitoral hood while
my finger was busy farther down was what did the trick. With that
established, I readily began doing it to her on purpose: while the pad
of my finger was engaged in tormenting the entrance to her vagina, I
began regularly raising and lowering the pressure I applied against
the area of her clit with the palm of my hand. I started slowly, to
make it as subtle as I could before gradually and carefully increasing
the frequency. In a matter of just a few minutes, I had her moaning
almost continuously while the end of my finger got wetter and wetter
from the ever-increasing flow of her juices.

As the rhythmic pressure of my finger against the tight ring of her
opening and the cyclic pressure of my hand on her clitoris moved her
arousal to greater heights, there were more and more times that she'd
lose track of what she was doing to me: from an occasional hesitation
at first, there came the point that her hand would remain still around
my shaft for several seconds at a time because she was so distracted
by the sensations emanating from her pubis.

There finally came the point that her hand stilled on me and didn't
move again. I could see that her entire focus was on what my hand was
doing between her legs as she began making slight whimpering noises
while trying to arch her pelvis toward the source of her pleasure. A
little more time, and she started making a small keening sound along
with a couple of light shudders running through her body. Realizing
that she was getting close to an orgasm, I stepped my efforts up a
bit; I doubt that it took even a minute until she released a soft,
brief cry just ahead of her body convulsing slightly with the start of
her release. In response, I deliberately slowed the frequency of my
actions so that they synchronized with the spasms of pleasure that
followed the first. Her reaction was enough to tell me that though I
wasn't making her climax any stronger, it was affecting her more
deeply. Though I couldn't see it, I could feel the clenching of her
vagina pushing out small wavelets of her juices that I knew just had
to be trickling down toward her anus.

When the minor seizures running through her had tapered off and ended,
Tina shuddered for a couple of seconds before opening her eyes. It
took a moment for her to get her wits back and realize where she was
and what was happening. Once she did, though, the expression on her
face was priceless as she told me, "I know I haven't had THAT many
orgasms until now -- but that was the best one yet," awe in her voice.

I couldn't help grinning as I answered, "I'm glad... I was trying to
make YOU happy, too."

Hearing that, she realized that I'd been masturbating her -- and that
she was supposed to be doing the same for me. I saw as she blushed
faintly before doing her best to focus her attention and efforts on
making ME climax, since that was we were ostensibly there for. With a
renewed inspiration and dedication, she set herself to work ensuring
that my cock was erect (it was, only moreso after watching her) and
then proceeding to do whatever she could to make ME climax, too.

With the memories of watching her orgasm running through my head, it
didn't take long for her hand stroking my manhood to get me moving
appreciably faster toward cumming. Then she remembered how I'd reacted
when she'd licked her own juices off my finger, and began going
through a cycle of getting her own finger coated, erotically sucking
her nectar off it while looking into my eyes, and then dipping her
hand between her legs again before starting the whole thing over again
-- except that every so often, she'd offer her finger to ME. It was
incredibly sexy, and all I needed to finish what she'd started. Just a
few minutes after she first brought her glistening finger to her lips,
I felt my balls start to draw up; somehow managing to remember that
she wanted to see what happened, I gasped out, "Tina! I'm going to
cum... soon!"

Her only reaction was to shift her eyes from looking into mine, and
down to where her cool hand was steadily sliding up and down my shaft.
A few seconds later, I watched her eyes become large as saucers when
she saw the first jet of semen erupt from me. Whether she already knew
to continue, or simply didn't think to STOP, she kept her hand in
motion on me the whole time.

It wasn't until it was clear that I was shrinking in her hand that she
finally released me. She didn't even spare me a glance before raising
her hand so she could give her cum-coated fingers a sniff before
tentatively sticking the end of her tongue out and touching it to my
jism. That was soon followed by her unabashedly licking her hand clean
before using her fingers to collect the remaining wads of semen on me
for similar disposal. Only when she was done did she turn to look at
me and say, "Your juice doesn't have any smell, and it doesn't taste
bad, or anything. I kinda like it, even. I was surprised at first, but
then I realized it wasn't coming out all THAT hard. There's more of it
than I thought there'd be, but it's not too much. I'll be okay with
keeping my mouth on you when it's my turn."

That she was so accepting and matter-of-fact about it pleased me
tremendously, for obvious reasons.

After I'd recovered a bit, I wanted to be ready for later, and got up
to wipe off the residue of semen that Tina hadn't thought worth
bothering with. When I told her that I was going to clean up a bit,
she decided to get up with me and do the same; when we got to the
bathroom, I wanted to lick her clean, but she just laughed and said
she could take care of it herself. Unconcerned about my presence, she
dampened a washcloth and calmly wiped up the surplus of fluids that
had escaped her -- even those that had wandered away from the source.
Following that, she was adamant about wiping ME off, which she was
quite meticulous about -- due in large part, I think, to the fact that
it gave her the excuse and opportunity to fondle my works in the
process.

Back in the living room, she was delighted with my suggestion that we
spoon together while we rested up a bit. As I cupped her breast in my
hand, she contrived to get my package neatly nestled along the crack
of her ass. I didn't object.

For better than half an hour, the two of us were content to just lie
there and talk quietly about a variety of things: from how things were
going for her at school (both academically and socially) to what
movies we'd each enjoyed. We'd been enjoying just being close to each
other for several minutes when Tina told me, "Jeff, I'm really glad
you decided it was okay for us to come over here like this -- me and
Chris and Joanne, I mean, so we could talk to you and learn about sex
and stuff. I mean, the whole time we were growing up, Mom wasn't
afraid to talk to us about stuff, and before we started having periods
and everything, she talked to each of us and told us what was going to
be happening and how we were going to be changing. It was a little
scary at first, and felt kinda weird, but it turned out okay. And the
sex ed stuff they had in school... it helped by explaining a little bit
about why I was changing -- you know, about puberty and all that -- and
they even talked a little bit about our changing 'feelings' and stuff.
It took me a while to understand that they were trying so hard to not
actually have to say anything about boys and girls actually getting
horny... and trying even harder not to even THINK about us wanting to do
anything about it. They showed us those goofy drawings and diagrams
about how boys and girls are different, like none of us have every
played doctor or knew what the other had. And even then, the stuff
they showed us like that was so lame that it barely looked like
anything we'd ever seen before and didn't show enough for us to see
how it related to US. The drawing they gave us to show girl parts was
so simple that Joanne and I finally decided that we'd see how we
compared to each other to figure out if we were weird or anything
between our legs. We even got Chris to do it with us, so she wouldn't
have to worry about it, either. THAT was how we finally got to see how
we're different from each other, and how some stuff is pretty much the
same -- not because of anything we got out of that stupid sex ed
class."

She took a breath and went on, "We kinda did the same thing about guys
-- except that we didn't dare actually look at real guys... not live in
front of us, anyway. One of our friends let us look at a couple of her
sister's 'Playgirl' magazines so we could learn the guy stuff. After
that, we still didn't know as much as we really wanted to, but at
least we weren't as dumb as we were before. But we still had the
problems like feeling horny, worrying about touching ourselves even
though Mom told us it was normal, wondering what orgasms were like,
and wanting to know more about the other sex stuff that we'd heard
about. After a while, it was like we couldn't stop thinking about that
stuff because we kept hearing little bits about it all over the place,
but there didn't seem to be any way that we could ask questions and
get real answers, and maybe start trying things a little bit so we
could learn. We didn't know WHAT to do until Joanne got the idea of
trying to see if there was someone that we could go to that would help
us."

She turned her head for a moment to look at me before saying, "It took
a while, and her and I must have tried to think of somebody to go to
like, a hundred times when she finally thought that YOU might do it.
Once she did, both of us figured that since you've known us for so
long, and know about what happened with Mom and Daddy, she might be
able to at least talk to you ABOUT it. All three of us, we know you'd
never hurt us, and you've always been so nice and patient and
everything with us, we knew way deep down inside that we could trust
you. I wasn't sure when, but I knew that Joanne was going to see if
you'd help us learn about sex, and boys and girls. Boy, were we
surprised when you said you couldn't! Joanne was really embarrassed
about it, but she said that if you were going to give her a reason why
you couldn't, then she was going to find a reason why you COULD.
That's when she went to Mom. I don't know what all they talked about
or what they said, but whatever it was, it worked. There were like,
weeks when we could tell that Mom had something she was thinking
really hard about. Finally, she sat down with just Joanne and her one
night, and they were alone like that for HOURS before Joanne came in
and told me that Mom had said it was okay with her if Joanne wanted to
start learning about sex and stuff. She also told me that Mom said
she'd talk to you and tell you that SHE was okay with it if we wanted
to come to you. Boy, was I surprised! But I was glad, too, 'cause I
knew I'd finally start learning something about boys and girls and
sex, 'cause like I said, I knew I could trust you -- that you'd help me
learn what I wanted to know without making me feel bad or like I was
dumb or you know, trying to DO anything with me. And that's just
exactly how you've been, and now I feel a whole lot better about
everything. I already knew that you cared about all of us because of
all the times you do stuff like go to after school things, and giving
us things for Christmas that Mom can't, and taking us out to eat and
all that. But since we've started coming over here and doing stuff
with you, I realize that it's more than just caring -- that maybe it's
even... love."

She was silent after that, as though afraid of how I might react. To
put her mind at ease, I scooted back a little bit and got her to roll
over onto her back so I could look at her (and she could see me) as I
told her, "I do love you, Tina. And Joanne and Chris, too. All three
of you are smart and friendly and playful and all the other good
things that people should be. If I had kids, I'd want them to be like
you or any one of your sisters. I felt that way about you way before
Joanne wanted to know if I'd help her find out about all the things
that we've talked about, and been doing. In fact, it's BECAUSE I loved
you as much as I did that I didn't want to do anything with Joanne the
first time she came over -- because I didn't want to do anything that
could hurt her... either her body, or in her heart or in her mind. The
same way, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you or Chris -- or your mom,
for that matter. I'm not a girl, and never have been" -- she giggled --
"so I really wasn't sure that Joanne was old enough to really
understand what she was asking me for; or that she'd thought about it
the way she should. For instance, when you and Chris came over to see
if I could help you learn how to have orgasms: if I hadn't been
careful about what I said and did, it would have been pretty easy for
me to help that happen for you -- but do it in a way that made you
scared, or hurt you. Remember when all of you came over the first
time, and how Chris told me that all of you had decided to get naked
right away so you could get being embarrassed and everything over
with?"

I saw her ears darken with a slight blush as she nodded, and I went
on, "When she told me that ALL of you had decided to do that, and why,
I knew that you were starting to do what I needed and wanted you to:
not just coming to me with your questions and asking me for help, but
thinking for yourselves about how to make things happen, and what to
do if things didn't go the way you expected them to. Basically, you
were all showing me that you WERE starting to think like the grownups
you wanted to be."

She considered that for a couple of seconds, then said, "And if we
hadn't shown you we were grown up enough, you would have stopped by
now, wouldn't you?"

"Yes. I probably would have told you to come back and try again later,
though. But all of you HAVE shown me that you're ready to be
responsible for the choices you make -- which has us right where we
are: you and me laying here naked after helping each other have
climaxes."

She grinned up at me and asked, "And you helping me learn what oral
sex is all about?"

"If you still want to learn..."

"Oh, I want to learn, all right," she quickly declared.

"I guess class is back in session, then," I told her as I brought my
head down and gave her a tender kiss on the lips.

She readily kissed me back, and there was no mistaking that the love
and affection I felt toward her was reciprocal. Several more kisses
followed, each longer and a trifle more intimate than the one before,
before I moved my hand from where it had been resting on her belly and
began caressing her in small, soft strokes. As our osculations
continued, I gradually expanded the range and intimacy of my caresses;
it wasn't long until I traced my fingertips from along the line of her
jaw, down her upper chest and on between her breasts, then circled
around and back up to the peak of one of them -- where I found her
areola already tight, and the dark cylinder of her nipple hard under
my touch.

Certain that she wouldn't upset if I tried, I opened my mouth slightly
and touched my tongue to her lips; it was only a moment before she
sent her tongue out to introduce itself to mine. After a rather
extended wrestling match, our lingual members began an extended game
of tag that ranged from my mouth to hers and back... over and over and
over again. As they played, I used my hand to make sure that both of
her breasts got as tight and firm as I could get them, and her nipples
as long and hard as I could manage.

When I'd succeeded in getting her aroused to the point that she was
panting as much as she was kissing, I slowly shifted my attentions
from her lips to her cheeks and nose and forehead -- and then onto her
ears (the nibbling of which earned me a pair of heartfelt groans),
followed by her neck and shoulders. While my path remained generally
southward, it was by no means quick or direct; quite the opposite, in
fact. Virtually every square centimeter of her front was visited by
either my lips or my tongue. Some of the more interesting
topographical features got multiple detailed visits, but the tour
included all of her.

As I got close to my goal, I eased my "upper" leg between hers as I
prepared to move my body. What I didn't expect was that she would
respond by quickly moving her legs apart enough to make room for me
between them. Still, I did move, and a couple of minutes later my lips
had reached the dark cloud at the base of her belly. I slowed my
advance considerably so I could run my lips through the soft and
surprisingly lush forest she sported; it was only when I was that
close to her that I was able to barely make out the skin underneath.
Pressing against the surface of it felt like I was trying to compress
a sheep's fleece, and about as productive. More than satisfied with
what I'd learned, I continued the voyage and eventually reached home
port.

When she felt my breath on her mons, Tina didn't delay in bringing her
knees up and opening herself to me. Her erect clitoris was easily
visible at the top of her mons, and her labia flowed down and out from
there. Looking at them, I could see that the inner surface of each was
already shiny with her oils. Farther down, I found that it was
possible to see the glistening ring of her womanhood bracketed by the
fading edges of her pelvic covering. That close to the source, the
scent of her proved to be too enticing for me to resist for much
longer than it took to try and memorize the sight of her; letting my
head ease down, I gently kissed the soft petals of her inner lips
before sending my tongue out to delve between them.

The taste of her was easily as good as the scent, and it was a treat
for me to be able to gather the abundant supply of her nectar before
proceeding to slide my tongue up between her delicate labia and use
the tip of it to do a few laps around her clitoris -- something that
earned me an impassioned moan as she lifted her hips in welcome to my
efforts.

It didn't take me long to reach the conclusion that it wouldn't be
difficult to satisfy Tina... not in the slightest. Virtually everything
I did brought a favorable response from her; some things worked better
than others, of course, but she seemed to like everything. I figured
the only "problem" I was going to have was not bringing her to a
climax too soon -- something that I figured I could deal with easily
enough.

So for the next little while, all I really had to do was simply take
my time about enjoying myself: taking her labia and tenderly milking
them with my lips, not just trying to see how much of my tongue I
could slip past the ring of her opening (damn little, as it turned out
-- though I tried several different times) but rhythmically pressing it
against her opening, gratefully lapping up the ample supply of her
nectar, teasing and tormenting her clitoris in a variety of ways, and
even fitting my mouth over the entrance to her vagina and trying to
see if I could suck more of her juices out (I could, a little bit, but
not as much as I would have liked; she seemed to appreciate the
attempt tremendously, however). All told, I expect I spent better than
half an hour enjoying myself as I slowly ratcheted her desire and
arousal to ever-increasing levels.

I'd easily gotten her to the point that the only part of her body that
wasn't writhing in her desire was her pelvis when she began making
small whimpering noises intermixed with soft moans of frustrated
desire. Realizing that I might be taking things a little far, I
settled down to simply bringing her to completion: between bouts of
dancing my tongue on and around her clitoris, I made infrequent side
(bottom?) trips to where her vagina was leaking an almost continuous
small trickle of her oils. It didn't take but a very few minutes of
that before I felt her body begin to tense up under my hands and
mouth; knowing how near she was to completion, I kept my attention on
her clit until I heard her make the same keening noise she had before,
just ahead of her body convulsing appreciably more than it had when
I'd been using my hand on her. Her clitoris quickly disappeared under
its cover as she was overtaken by another spasm -- but that didn't
prevent me from continuing to apply gentle pressure to the general
area in sync with the spasms I could feel happening. After a couple
more smaller seizures, all that was left was her body going through a
series of progressively smaller and briefer shuddering. When the last
one had faded, I heard her take a deep, gasping breath and figured
that as my cue to move up and hold her as she recovered from an orgasm
that was plainly more powerful than the last.

Her head was on my arm as I spooned behind her when I felt her move
slightly just ahead of asking, "That's what can happen when somebody
just uses their mouth on me?" incredulously.

I gave her a hug before answering, "Yup. I could have tried to make it
even more, but I didn't know if you were quite ready for something
like that, just yet."

She contrived to get her head and body turned enough to look into my
face for a moment before turning back and asking, "You're serious,
aren't you? About you could have made that even stronger for me?"

"Of course I'm serious. Making someone else feel like like that, or
making love with them, is too much fun for kidding around."

It took her a second to catch the joke, but when she did, she laughed
for a moment before telling me, "Well, I'm glad you showed at least a
little bit of restraint, then. As wonderful as all the stuff you were
doing felt, I don't know that I could stand it if you got serious
about making me have an orgasm!"

I cupped her breast in my hand and used my thumb to toy with its
nipple as I told her, "Honey, I'm never, ever going to do anything
that I know you can't handle. If I ever make a mistake about what I
think you can do, TELL ME so I know better, okay?"

She put her hand over mine before answering, "I know you wouldn't do
that, Jeff -- and yes, IF you make a mistake, I'll let you know. But so
far, you've been doing just fine!" with a giggle.

I nuzzled her ear (making her giggle even harder as she scrunched her
shoulder), then told her, "I'm glad to hear that."

A few moments passed, and she surprised the hell out of me by saying,
"The stuff we've been doing... you've been real nice about it, even if
it's only been you doing stuff to make US feel good so far. I mean
this is the first time that I've done anything that made you climax,
even though you've made me feel so good so many times. Haven't you
wanted us to do things for you before now? Don't you want to do
anything with US because YOU want to?"

I thought about what I wanted to say for a few moments before
answering. "I need you and your sisters to understand that the most
important thing to me is that I don't do anything to hurt any of you
in ANY way."

"I... all of us know that."

"With that as THE most important part to me, then when all of us were
first starting, then it was enough for me to just help you in whatever
way you needed and wanted so you wouldn't get worried or anything.
Then, once I could tell that you were okay with being naked around me
and that you were comfortable with how I was touching you and what we
were doing, I figured it was okay if I didn't wait until you said it
was okay for me to start touching you differently in little ways --
like when I started holding your butt after you and Chris were here.
I've already told all of you that I think each of you is very pretty,
and very sexy; so far, it has been enough for me to just touch you and
hold you."

"And now?" she asked.

"Now that you're all actually asking me about sex stuff -- things that
people do together or with each other, I mean -- it's different. I
still like touching you and holding you, but now that it's more than
before, I feel like I have to be careful again. Not like at first, but
just reminding myself TO be careful while we're doing new things. I'm
willing to do them, I just don't want to mess up."

She considered that in silence for a bit, then wanted to know, "What
about you doing stuff that YOU want to? I mean, you say you think
we're pretty and sexy, but I don't think that you've EVER actually
suggested anything that one of us hadn't already said something to you
about. I know you wouldn't actually DO anything without telling us,
but you haven't even said anything."

Sighing, I told her, "That was something that I really had to think
about after your mom told me it was okay if you and your sisters
wanted to learn about sex from me. The talking about it and explaining
things part of it didn't bother me too much, but the chance that we'd
actually do things -- even the little beginning ones -- together meant
that I had to think about how I felt about it, and how much of what I
was willing to do with you, and most importantly, WHY. I'm sure you've
heard about guys that only like young girls... not just like Chris, but
even younger." She said she had, and I went on, "The idea of looking
at all of you, and touching you... I actually liked the idea. For as
long as I can remember, I've thought that girls your age -- I mean all
of you -- were very pretty and sexy; but it was only in a nice to look
at kind of way, and as part of thinking how much nicer you'd look when
you got older. Even though I was looking at girls like that, I never
thought about having sex with one until she was old enough -- and I
mean mature enough in her emotions and thinking -- to understand what
having sex and making love were all about. There are probably a LOT of
guys that have fantasies about being the one to teach a young girl
about sex; but for most of them, that only means that they want to be
the first and only one to have sex with the girl for a little while --
not that they actually want to teach her about how to feel good and
all the other things that WE'VE talked about. So when it was suddenly
possible that you and your sisters and I could be intimate like that
with each other, I had to really look at what MY reasons were for
being with you."

A couple of seconds went by before she quietly asked, "I know you
decided it was okay, but why?"

"What it finally came down to was the fact that you and your sisters
are old enough to understand what you're asking, and what you want me
to do, and what the consequences might be. THAT was the important
thing to me before, and it still is. That you and your sisters are as
young as the ones I was happy to just look at before doesn't matter to
me as much as the fact that you're as mature as you are. If you
weren't, I'd still be talking and explaining and doing a little bit of
stuff with you, but it wouldn't be anything like tonight, for
example."

She considered that for a bit, then wanted to know, "How about you
being the one to start things with us?"

"I promised all of you that I wasn't going to do or say anything to
'push' you, and I won't. But I don't have any problem with answering
your questions or explaining things you ask about and then hoping one
of you gets the idea of maybe wanting to learn more about something I
only talked about. I figure that's part of all of you being
responsible for thinking about what you want and how to get it -- just
like I told you that first night all of you were over here."

Reminded that I'd already told them that very thing (and more than
once), she blushed slightly before saying, "I think we need to start
paying better attention to the stuff you tell us. I bet you've already
said things that we heard, but didn't think about the way we should
have."

"I have. But before you ask me what they were, I'll tell you that I've
already said them. If you weren't paying attention, then it's up to
YOU to go back and try to figure out if there was anything you wanted
to try."

She turned long enough to make a face at me and call me a rat before
saying, "Okay, you're not some perv trying to have sex with little
girls, and even though you're being careful and not trying to GET us
to do anything with you, you're okay with doing stuff with us that WE
think of. So I'm going to remind you that I came over here tonight to
find out about oral sex. You did great about teaching me what it was
like when it happened to me, but I haven't learned anything about
doing it to YOU yet. I still have to get home SOMEtime tonight, so I
think it's time that we finished the rest of my, uh, education, don't
you?"

"Well, I certainly wouldn't want to be the one that prevented you from
having a complete and well-rounded education, or impaired the learning
process for you, so you're probably right..."

With a big grin plastered to her face, she wriggled around enough to
give me a soft push -- letting me know that she wanted me to roll over
and lie on my back. I did, and she quickly clambered on top of me so
she was straddling my waist. Looking up at her, I had to take a moment
to marvel at how lucky I was to not only have her entire family as
neighbors, but that her mother would have the fortitude to let her
daughters actually engage in the kinds of activities that would give
them real 'sex education' -- and more to the point, that I'd been
selected to provide that education so that I had the chance to see the
young nymph currently sitting on me.

After resting my hands on her hips for a few seconds, I gently stroked
Tina's sides for a bit before moving my hands around to cup her
breasts and run my thumbs over her nipples. They stiffened in response
before she put her hands over mine and told me, "I like it when you
touch me -- but it's even nicer when you touch me like this."

She was content to let me gently squeeze and caress her lovely
mammaries for a bit before taking hold of my wrists so she could move
my hands to her cute ass with the comment, "Maybe you can figure
something else to do while I start getting you ready..." with an impish
grin.

I allowed as how I figured I could, making her laugh for a moment;
then she calmly leaned forward and brought her face close to mine.
Looking into my eyes, she told me, "You've done so much for me, and
made me so happy. Now I get to do something for you, and I'm glad,"
before lowering her head a little farther so she could kiss me. We'd
barely gotten past using it to share our affection when Tina separated
her lips; knowing what she wanted, I mirrored her actions so our
tongues could get reintroduced. As our tongues danced and dueled, I
felt her nipples grow harder amid the pillows her breasts formed
against my chest. It took a bit before I remembered that I had the
incredibly firm globes of her ass in my hands; when I did, I didn't
delay in applying myself to fondling and molesting them for a while
before taking a break by caressing as much as I could reach of Tina's
lithe form before going back and playing with her ass some more.

I don't know how long I'd been toggling between amusing myself with
her ass and enjoying the feel of her young body under my hands while
the two of us continued kissing when Tina got it into her head to do
something different: by arching her back upwards a bit, she was able
to keep her lips fused to mine while gaining enough distance between
our bodies that she could begin sliding her breasts around on my
chest. She was able to raise herself up enough, in fact, that the only
contact seemed to come from her areolas and nipples; knowing that was
all that was touching me did wonders for my libido, and it didn't take
long to get me nearly fully erect. As had happened with Joanne, my
cock reached the point that it was brushing against the bottom of
Tina's mons and right over the decidedly wet entrance to her pussy.
Unlike her sister, Tina didn't simply ignore it. Rather, she somehow
managed to begin arching her hips in such a way that she was caressing
the upper side of it with her pelvis -- and in the process, getting ME
wetter and wetter with HER lubrication.

Between knowing what was going on and feeling it as it was happening,
I couldn't help but get fully erect... something that only seemed to
allow Tina to increase the pressure of the contact and get more of her
nectar distributed along my length. While I didn't think that she'd do
anything like try to get my cock and her vagina matched up, I'll
confess to being more than a little relieved when she finally pulled
her head away from mine and began kissing and licking her way down my
body in much the same way as I'd done to her. In the process of doing
that, she took advantage of every opportunity to get or keep some part
of her body in contact with my erect penis.

Even with all the detours and delays she included in the journey,
there finally came the point where she was kneeling between my spread
legs with her head just a few inches over where she had a gentle (but
secure) hold on my manhood. After giving me a look that let me know I
was about to have an experience, she lowered her head and took me
between her lips -- stopping only when she had something over half my
erection in her mouth. After running her tongue around it in different
ways (I can only guess she wanted to see if the top tasted different
than the bottom, or something similar), she began the learning process
of finding out what she could do that made me feel good.

She didn't have the well-developed talents that Joanne did, but she
didn't suffer the almost overwhelming exuberance Chris had shown. That
meant that I was left as the willing and grateful subject as she
learned how to give head. Willing and eager, she wasn't the least bit
reluctant to try anything that she thought might work -- and if it
didn't, she was perfectly fine with trying it a little differently to
see if the problem was that what she was doing simply didn't work, or
if she just wasn't doing it right; that's why I say that I was
grateful: even if what she was doing didn't work to stimulate me
sexually, it still felt good. After a while, she seemed to get an
understanding of what kinds of things worked, and which ones didn't;
then she settled into finding out which things worked better than
others. Once she got past THAT point, there was nothing for me to do
but lay back and enjoy as she deliberately went about trying to bring
me as much pleasure as she could.

I don't recall that she did anything "special", or that I hadn't
already experienced somewhere along the line. What really made the
difference with her was that she demonstrated a single-mindedness of
purpose that had to be experienced to be believed. My attention was
naturally kept on what she was doing, and it's my firm and sincere
belief that she didn't slow down in the slightest; and I know that she
never stopped until she was done.

That meant that the climb to my climax was slow and steady; the
pressure in my cock and balls was building constantly, a little at a
time. I was incredibly close, and KNEW that it was going to be a hell
of a climax for me when Tina reached under my balls (again), and
instead of simply cupping them or softly rolling them in her hand as
she had before, she dragged her fingernails along the underside.

THAT was something that had never happened to me before, and the
unique sensation of it was more than enough to get me started
unloading myself into her warm oral cavity -- and doing it hard enough
that I thought my balls were going to end up in her mouth, too.

By the time my cock was done trying to spray nonexistent semen on her
tonsils, all I could manage to do was lay there and pant. I was simply
too wrung out from the intensity of the climax she'd produced to do
anything but lay there. As my breathing slowly began to return to
something approximating normal, I felt Tina swallow the cum she'd
gotten from me before she used her mouth and lips to extract the last
few drops from my wilting member. That accomplished, she was kind
enough to use her tongue to lick my penis clean before releasing her
hold on it in favor of moving back up my body.

I was simply too exhausted to try to kiss her, and she didn't show any
inclination to kiss ME; instead, she once again straddled my waist
before carefully letting her body come to rest on mine.

After a bit, I was able to bring my arms up and hold her after giving
her a gentle hug (all I had the energy for). Following that, I
mustered the energy it took to give her a kiss on the top of her head
and softly tell her, "Thank you, Tina. That was even better than I
hoped it would be."

She tilted her head back, and I could see the pleased and satisfied
smile on her face as she answered, "I'm glad you liked it, Jeff. I
liked doing that, and I wanted to try and make you feel as good as
you've made me feel."

I managed to kiss her forehead and assured her, "Believe me, dear, you
did," making her smile even wider before she let her head move forward
again. Whether she knew how she'd tired me out or was just content to
have me hold her, Tina didn't seem to feel any need for the two of us
to talk.

I expect she knew I'd recovered when I began caressing her body and
playing with her butt. That went on for a minute or so before she
moved to rest on her side so she could look at me as she said, "If you
can grab my butt, I think you can get up and help me clean up in the
shower -- I don't think Mom would appreciate me coming home smelling
like I do."

With the prospect of showering with her ahead of me, I decided that
getting up was worth it. Once I was standing next to her, she took me
by the hand and led the way back to the bathroom. It's a good thing
she already knew where it was, because my eyes were locked on her
tight little ass clenching as she walked. Once both of us were under
the spray, I felt appreciably rejuvenated -- enough so that Tina found
it appropriate to laughingly chastise me for all the different things
I was doing to her. She didn't hesitate to do much the same to me when
she got the chance, though.

Dried and dressed again, Tina moved into my arms and hugged me
fiercely before telling me, "It was really nice being here with you
tonight, Jeff. As nice as the stuff that we did together was, what
made it special was the way we talked, and the things that we got to
say to each other."

I hugged her back, and answered, "I'm always glad to have you or your
sisters over here -- but tonight was special to ME, too, for the same
things."

She hugged me again before releasing me; I let her go, too, and she
took a step back and looked up at me to say, "I want you to know that
I... I love you, Jeff."

I leaned forward enough to give her a soft kiss on the lips before
saying, "I love you, too, dear."

Pleased (and somewhat relieved, I think) by what I'd said, Tina was
smiling as she said, "I wish I could stay longer, but I'd better get
home."

I nodded my understanding, and when she turned to leave, I gave her a
pat on the butt. She turned her head to flash me a grin before making
her way back home.

The several weeks that followed that night are among the finest of my
life, for a couple of reasons. First, it was during that period that
the three of them got into a rotation of coming over to "practice"
oral sex every two or three days -- which resulted in ME not only
getting to sample fresh young pussy several times a week, but getting
blowjobs to go along with the rest. The second reason is that I was
getting blowjobs every couple of days for over a month and a half; as
enthusiastic as they were, I was left feeling drained (no pun
intended) after each visit. On top of that, even after I introduced
them to the idea of "69", it still took up a fair amount of time to
satisfy each of them. It finally got to the point that I had to tell
them (much as I hated to) that they could only come over for help with
schoolwork or to use the computer for a while. Needless to say, they
were all disappointed, but realized on their own that they were
beginning to overload me.

From the time that Jean and I had shared her hammock, we'd continued
our casual relationship. There were only a few times that she said
anything to me about what was going on between me and the girls. The
first time was just a week or so after their first visit, and what she
told me was, "I don't know what's going on with you and the girls --
and don't want to know! -- but I can tell you that I've never seen them
so consistently happy. And it's flowing over into other things, like
them keeping their rooms a lot cleaner than I'm used to, not fussing
about their homework so much, and that kind of thing. So whatever
you're doing, please keep doing it!"

Another was about halfway into the oral sex semi-marathon, when she
simply observed, "I know the girls have been coming over to see you a
lot the last few weeks. I don't know or care what's going on between
you and them; I just hope you don't let them wear you out because you
don't want to disappoint them. If they're grown up enough for what
they're coming to you for, they're grown up enough to understand that
there's THREE of them and just the ONE of you. Okay?"

Once the girls understood that I needed a little time off, they
returned to only coming over for other things. School had let out, so
there wasn't any homework assistance needed, and that cut down on the
number of visits as well.

I'd gotten a full week of normal living when I was assigned to a
project to develop a new product at work. The week after that, almost
all of my time was occupied with working out the specifications and
details of the new product -- including spending a pretty fair amount
of my time at home teaching myself some of the new technology that was
to be included along with familiarizing myself with some of the other
fields that the product was to deal with: as an electronics engineer,
I was having to learn far more than I wanted to about biochemistry,
for example. At the beginning of the project, Chris came over once to
use my computer, and I explained to her that I was starting on
something new at work, and had to use it myself because of how busy I
was. She took it well enough, but got me into a little bit of a
necking session with her before she left.

Several days later, on a Saturday afternoon, Joanne and Tina turned up
-- which surprised me a little. But I was taking a break from learning
how to differentiate between protein shapes (lord, how I was starting
to hate biochemistry by that point!), and went ahead an invited them
in. It didn't take much for them to talk me into sitting between them
on the couch... particularly when both took off the light shirts they
were wearing and revealed that neither one had a bra on. Both opted to
snuggle as close to me as they could get before pulling one of my arms
around their shoulders and getting my hand on a breast. It was
certainly a pleasant enough diversion having two very different but
equally appealing mammaries to fondle as the three of us chatted a
little bit.

The relaxation factor of having them there began to drop when they
started asking me how soon we could start "doing other stuff again".
When I reminded them that I was busy with my job, which paid my bills
and all that, it got them started complaining that it had been "days
and days and days" since we'd had any fun together. Despite their
protests that they missed me and all the other justifications they
came up with, the conversation began to get more than a little
tiresome. I was on the verge of losing my patience (and temper) with
them when I reminded myself that even though they had matured enough
to become physically involved with me, they were still young enough
that being patient still didn't come easily to them. After taking a
deep breath to calm myself, I levelly asked them, "Instead of being
upset that I can't do anything with you to make you feel good, why
aren't you seeing if there isn't another way you can make it happen?"

"But we don't know anyone else that we could do stuff with!" Tina protested.

"Sure you do," I answered. "I can think of two people that might be
able to help, and I'll bet you haven't even thought to find out yet."

"Who?" Joanne wanted to know.

"Your sisters," I replied.

Both of them looked at me in surprise before Tina objected, "But we're
all girls!"

"Yes, you are -- and delightfully so."

Joanne wanted to know, "If we did stuff with each other, wouldn't that
mean we were, you know, lesbians or something?"

I snorted my derision before answering, "Just because someone is
different by being gay or lesbian, it doesn't automatically mean
they're bad or anything -- only different. Besides, as much as you seem
to like being with ME, I don't think you can be lesbian; so all it
would mean is that you don't just like being with guys... that you can
have just as much fun, only in a different way, with another girl."

Both of them still looked more than a little doubtful, so I told them,
"Look, I've seen you taste your own juice, and you didn't think it was
yucky or gross or anything. Why not find out if another girl tastes
okay, too? If it turns out you don't like it, you can stop, and don't
have to do it again. You like it when I use my mouth on you between
your legs, and suck on your tits, and all that; so what's wrong with
finding out if someone else can do it and make you feel good, too?
Besides, your sister is another girl -- don't you think she's going to
know exactly what it feels like when someone sucks on your nipple, or
touches you a certain way? And because she DOES know, she's going to
be able to do those things differently... and maybe even better in some
ways? You love me and trust me; don't you love and trust your sisters
even MORE?"

They thought that over for a bit before Joanne told me, "I... I guess it
would be okay to at least try, and find out..." with a nervous glance
toward Tina, who accepted what her sister had said by telling me, "I
don't think I'd even know how to start..."

"If you're both willing to find out, then why don't you finish getting
naked while I get the blanket ready? Then I think I can help you get
things moving," I offered.

It took a second or two, but both of them got up and reached for the
waistbands of the shorts they were wearing. I got up, too, and had the
blanket spread out and ready for them by the time they'd finished.
Since they were looking a bit nervous, I asked them to remain standing
while I took a position where I could see them and still be out of the
way.

I started out by telling them, "You've grown up with your sister, and
maybe you've gotten so used to seeing her that you haven't paid
attention to how she looks. So what I want you to do is really look at
her now. Not just her face, but all of her: how her body is shaped
different -- her neck and shoulders and sides and on down. I've already
told you that I think you're pretty and sexy, so you shouldn't be
comparing the two of you... just seeing how she's DIFFERENT than you."
After giving them time to do so, I said, "Look at the different parts
of her, now; the way her breasts are a different size and shape than
you have, and how her nipples aren't the same as yours. Honestly, her
breasts look pretty nice, don't they? If you didn't have the breasts
YOU do, wouldn't hers be good to have? Move your eyes a little lower,
and see how her belly looks. She's just as trim and smooth as you are,
isn't she? And it looks good, doesn't it?"

After giving them a few seconds to think about it, I went on, "Lower
down, you can see her hair -- it's different than yours, but doesn't it
still look sexy? You know what YOUR hair feels like, there... don't you
wonder what hers is like? Wouldn't you like to find out? Between her
legs, you know she looks a lot like you do -- you can remember when you
looked at each other and saw how you were the same and how you were
different; now remember how she looked, and think about it. You didn't
do anything then, but wouldn't you like to really look at her closer
now, and even find out if her parts feel the same way yours do? Don't
you think that she'd like to be touched in the same places and in the
same ways that make YOU feel good?"

I let them think that over for a bit before saying, "She's your
sister. You love her, and you KNOW you can trust her -- why not give
her a kiss? Use just your lips to try and tell her how important she
is to you, and how much you care for her."

After a false start, they did as I suggested; leaning forward, they
brought their lips together. I could tell that they were a little
hesitant at first, but it took only a few seconds for them to get into
the spirit of the thing; once that started, it was but a few moments
before it was clear that they were doing just what I wanted them to:
each of them using her lips to express her love for the other.

When they finally pulled apart, they were looking at each other in a
different way. Softly, so as not to draw too much of their attention
away from each other, I told them, "Now she knows you love her -- and
you know that she loves YOU. Go ahead and kiss her again, if you want
-- and don't be afraid to touch her, and feel how smooth and soft her
skin is, and how nice it feels."

They did as I bid them, each raising a hand to lightly caress the
other. They started by just touching the other's side, but easily
moved to include waists and hips before moving apart again. Still
keeping my voice low, I continued, "That felt GOOD, didn't it? Not
just the way your sister's skin felt, but the way she was touching
YOU, too. Don't you think she might like it if you touched her breast
the same way you like YOURS touched? Wouldn't you like to learn how
HER breast feels different and the same as yours?"

Without my prompting, they leaned into another kiss -- and without the
slightest hesitation by either one of them, each raised a hand and
cupped the other's breast for a moment before going on to gently
explore it: hefting it slightly, carefully squeezing it, and softly
exploring each other's areola and nipple. From where I was, I could
easily see both pairs of nipples begin to erect, which only prompted
them to continue their respective explorations. When they finally
broke apart, both had developed a light flush and were panting
slightly. The last thing for me to do was offer, "If it felt that good
to just touch her breast, doing more would probably feel even better.
Go ahead and see how much nicer it can be."

That little bit of prompting got them to stand right in front of each
other and begin kissing again while their hands wandered all over each
other's bodies. I began to detect the aroma of aroused female, and it
wasn't much longer before they were helping each other move to the
floor. Once there, they got even more involved (and intimate) with
each other: even as their kisses were becoming more and more
impassioned, Tina released the tender hold she had on one of Joanne's
breasts and began caressing Joanne's body -- except that the movement
of her hand looked to be slowly but inexorably toward her sister's
pelvis. Sure enough, her hand finally slipped between Joanne's thighs
and began investigating the treasures waiting there. Not only didn't
Joanne object, she parted her legs to give Tina easier access...
followed by unashamedly moving her touch to the younger girls pelvis,
in return.

As I watched, both of them began cautiously stroking the other; it
couldn't have taken as much as a couple of minutes until they were
plainly using their hands to caress vaginal entrances and tease
clitorises -- and visibly getting wetter and more aroused the longer it
went on. As much as I wanted to stay and see how much of what they'd
do to and with each other, and for how long, I still had to get back
to work -- which made me hate biochemistry even more. Forcing myself to
leave the sight of them, I made my way back to where my computer was.

Somehow, I managed to keep my attention and efforts on what I was
supposed to be doing, instead of what I knew had to be happening in
the other room. When I finally looked up from what I was doing, nearly
two hours had gone by. After standing up and stretching hard enough
that I heard joints crackle, I went off in search of something to eat
and drink, and as I passed the living room, I was shocked to see that
Joanne and Tina were still there. Moving closer, I could see that both
were asleep -- holding each other, their legs akimbo, the lower halves
of their faces still shiny, but asleep. On top of that, the air in the
room was still thick with the smell of their arousal. Amused and
aroused by the sight of them, I knew that they still had to get home
before too much longer; I made my way into the kitchen and got some
prepackaged lasagne going in the oven before collecting sodas for all
of us and going back to the living room. After setting the sodas where
they'd be handy for all of us, I went about waking them up as gently
as I could, consistent with having a little fun of my own. Extending
both hands, I began softly caressing one of each pair of breasts until
both of them had opened their eyes. On seeing that it was me, both of
them got expressions of mixed embarrassment and delight. I sat on the
floor facing them, and told them I'd brought them something to drink
before opening my own soda. Both sat up and found their respective
drink before unconcernedly sitting cross-legged facing me. The view
was nice, so I didn't complain.

Once we'd all taken a drink I couldn't help asking, "So, I guess being
with another girl wasn't so bad, after all?" teasing them.

Both blushed and shared a look before Tina answered, "Not even a
little bit," followed by Joanne telling me, "It was a lot better and
nicer than I thought it could be, once we got going," followed by a
blush at the implication of that last bit.

I just smiled and told them, "That was for you two, not me; that's why
I left after you laid down on the floor. I don't know what happened
after that."

They looked like they weren't entirely sure I wasn't just trying to
make them feel better; after a few moments, Joanne asked, "You really
didn't see?"

"Nope. Like I said, I left right after you laid down; I was working on
my computer from then until about" -- I checked my watch -- "not even
ten minutes ago. That's when I got up and came in to start some supper
and get something to drink. I was pretty surprised to see that you
were still here." After a few moments, I told her, "I told you, I knew
this was the first time for something like that for you, and I figured
it was just for the two of you. If you ever start having fun together
like that while I'm around, which I hope you'll do some day, I'd love
to see it. But I'm not going to try to spy on you or get in the way of
whatever you're doing."

It was Tina that asked, "You... you'd want to see us doing stuff together? Why?"

"I'd like very much to see it. As for why... all I can tell you is that
I think both of you are very pretty and very sexy, and I think it
would be really sexy to watch the two of you making each other feel
good. Watching two women together is a pretty common fantasy and
turn-on for most guys, anyway; seeing two sexy young women that I know
and have been with -- well, that would make it extra special for me," I
answered. A moment later, I added, "Even better if it was okay for me
to join in," with a smile -- and making both of them laugh.

A few moments later, they leaned toward each other and had a brief
whispered conversation. Curious, but unconcerned, I waited until they
were done. When they sat up again, Joanne spoke first, asking, "You
said you stopped what you were doing so you could have some supper?"

I said that I had, and she wanted to know, "Does that mean you've got
some time that you don't really have to DO anything?"

After I told them it did, Tina said, "We were wondering... if you had
the time, and you wanted to... if it you'd like to be with US. We know
there's two of us, and that you probably still have work to do, but if
you can, it'd be nice. We had fun together, but both of us still
prefer you."

Regretfully, I told them, "I'd like to -- I really would. But I've
already got my supper in the oven, and like you said, there's two of
you."

They leaned over for another whispered conversation, and had sat up
again before Joanne said, "Would it work if one of us used her mouth
on you, and you did that for the other one? Then when the one you were
taking care of had an orgasm, we'd switch. After that, whichever one
of us finished first would take care of your supper until you were
done."

On first hearing her idea, it sounded plausible. Then as I thought
about it a little more, I realized that it probably WOULD work... and
sounded like a hell of a lot of fun; the worst I figured could happen
was that my lasagna would be a little over-done -- which was a pretty
small price to pay. I gave them my answer by standing up and getting
my clothes off as fast as I could, to their visible delight. Once I
was naked, I quickly moved to stretch out on the blanket; Joanne moved
toward my head while Tina took station near my pelvis.

Smiling, Joanne carefully got herself situated straddling my head --
making it possible for me to see that her pubic hair was still damp,
presumably with a mixture of her oils and Tina's saliva. The image
THAT thought put into my head had my cock beginning to inflate even
before Tina got her hand on it. After only a little minor adjustment,
Joanne was in the perfect position for me to lift my head slightly and
run my tongue between her visible and slightly parted labia. With my
nose practically buried in her muff, it was plain as could be that I'd
been right about why it was damp: the smell of her was almost
tangible. But that was something for later consideration; just then, I
had my hands on Joanne's incredibly cute ass while I tried to see if I
could lick her tonsils from where I was. My efforts to see if I could
get my tongue through or past the gate leading to Joanne's womanhood
uniformly failed, despite my repeated and MOST sincere efforts. It
wasn't that I couldn't learn from those failures, but that it was so
damn much fun trying -- and that Joanne so greatly appreciated the
attempts. That left me with nothing better to do than get her as
worked up as I could, and happily console myself with the taste of the
nectar she gifted me with as a result.

Farther down my body, Tina hadn't stroked my semi-erect cock for very
long before taking almost the entire thing in her mouth and going to
work on it with her tongue. Between that and the images running
through my mind about how and why Joanne's bush smelled so much like
her juices, it didn't take much time before she had to let more and
more of my growing member slip back from between her lips. Knowing
that it was going to be up to her sister to finish me off, Tina
dedicated herself to bringing me as much pleasure as she could short
of making me climax... and it was a sweet, sweet kind of torture that I
gratefully endured.

Above my head, Joanne was showing the effects of my commitment to
pleasuring HER: she had started moaning almost constantly, and my
hands on her ass were just able to keep the involuntary movements of
her pelvis minimized so I could continue my labors of love. Between
bouts of licking and softly sucking on her labia and bedeviling her
clitoris with my tongue, I had the distinct pleasure and honor of
lapping up the juices that were escaping Joanne in an almost constant
trickle.

When I realized that I was delaying Joanne's orgasm, it also occurred
to me that I was using energy that I'd need for Tina as well as
running a very real risk of ruining my supper. While the possibility
of losing my meal was only the most trivial of concerns, the risk of
somehow disappointing Tina was unthinkable. So rather than continue
dawdling with Joanne, I decided that it was better if I got her off --
both sexually, and me personally. With that settled in my mind, I went
about doing the things that I'd learned she particularly liked and
kept at them. It wasn't but a few minutes later that I felt her freeze
over me as she began to orgasm.

With the start of her release, her clitoris turned shy and hid from me
so that all that was left for me to do was resume lapping up the oils
that her clenching vagina had started pushing out as little wavelets
in time with the spasms of pleasure coursing through her. Under my
hands, I felt the firm muscles in her ass tighten and relax, too.

Since she was a little unsteady afterwards, I moved my hands to her
hips to help stabilize her as she slowly moved herself from over my
face. Once she had both knees on the same side of my head, she sat
back for a few seconds before telling me, "You don't do that better or
worse than Tina does, just different... and it feels so good, no matter
WHICH one of you it is!"

Tina saw when Joanne moved off of me, and gradually ceased her
efforts. After she let my erect cock slip from between her lips, she
made her way up next to Joanne; when Joanne realized that Tina was
next to her, she casually moved to give her sister a kiss while Tina
cupped Joanne's breasts in her hands and teased her nipples. They went
on like that for several seconds before breaking apart again. When
they turned back toward me, they realized that I'd seen what they'd
done and looked a little concerned. I didn't hesitate to tell them,
"Yes, I saw -- and it's okay. I know you love each other, and it was
actually quite lovely watching you. You can kiss and touch as much as
you want to, and it won't bother me a bit."

As if to test what I'd just told them, they turned slightly so they
were facing each other before kissing again and gently toying with
each other's breasts. With the end of their kiss, both looked over to
see what reaction I had... and saw that I simply didn't have one.
Accepting that I really didn't mind what they did, they moved a little
closer and put an arm around each other's waists before Joanne told me
"It's up to you if you want to wait until I get myself together a
little more and can start taking care of you before you do anything
with Tina, or you can start with her whenever you want, and I'll do
you as soon as I'm ready."

It took me about zero seconds flat to say, "I'm ready whenever Tina is."

Pleased by my answer, Tina eagerly got to her knees and made her way
toward my head. Once she was close enough, she let me help guide her
leg over me before getting herself positioned. I raised my hands to
her ass and gave it a firm squeeze before moving them around to her
waist and then up to her breasts. As I started tweaking her
already-erecting nipples, I raised my head and got her dark, soft bush
pressed against my upper lip before running my tongue along her cleft;
whether because she was still aroused from what she'd been doing with
her sister or because she got excited from what she'd been doing to
me, Tina's labia were already separated and the area between them (and
her vaginal opening) distinctly wet.

With my nose that close to the dense mat of her, there was no
mistaking that she'd had as good of a time as Joanne in learning how
to be with another girl: her bush wasn't any dryer than Joanne's had
been, and smelled just as strongly of her own essence.

Knowing that it wouldn't take long for me to climax once Joanne got
started on me, I went to work on Tina with a will. After carefully
sucking her nectar off of her smooth labia, I put my tongue to work on
her erect clitoris. Going from softly caressing it to firmly circling
it to fluttering the tip across it and more, I did everything that I
knew pleased her -- and did it with a single-mindedness of purpose. It
took only a couple of minutes of focused effort until I felt my chin
begin to get wet with the overflow of her juices; that was my cue to
shift my attentions to that part of her and treat myself to her
delectable flavor before trying to see if I could open the mouth of
her womanhood with my tongue.

I hadn't been at that little task for long when I felt Joanne settle
herself between my legs. A few moments later, and my erect penis was
nearly enveloped by the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. She held me
still in her mouth, lightly massaging the underside of my penis with
her tongue as though she wanted to savor the experience after having
done without it for too long.

About the time that I returned my attentions to Tina's clitoris,
Joanne decided that she'd had enough savoring and began applying
herself to stimulating and satisfying me.

Over the course of the next several minutes, it took a major focus on
my part to keep the stimulation and pleasure I was providing Tina
ahead of the arousal that Joanne was giving ME. I was approaching the
point of no return when I succeeded in pushing Tina into an orgasm
with a furious fluttering of my tongue across her clitoris. That
little bundle of pleasure promptly hid itself, but that didn't stop me
from gently circling the area with a firm pressure to prolong and
intensify the waves of pleasure and release I could feel coursing
through her young body.

When the spasming of her body had tapered off, Tina leaned forward to
support herself with her arms before looking down at me and saying,
"You do that way different than Joanne, but it still feels so good!"

While Tina got some of her energy back, I shifted my hands away from
her lovely mammaries and back to the firm mounds of her ass --
caressing and squeezing it until she was able to move herself off of
me and relocate off to the side. That left me free to enjoy the
sensations Joanne was generating with her incredible oral talents.
Even knowing that I'd finished with Tina, Joanne didn't suddenly start
doing her best to make me climax; rather, she ramped up her efforts
over the course of a couple of minutes. Somehow, her doing that was
far more erotic and satisfying than if she'd done something more
dramatic sooner. I could feel my balls slowly pulling up in her hand
and my erection getting harder when Joanne applied something she'd
gotten from Tina's playbook: lightly dragging her fingernails along my
scrotum.

That seemingly simple action pushed me way past my tripping point, and
I began to flood her mouth with what felt like firehose-powered jets
of my semen. As always, her only reaction was to swallow my cum as
fast as she got it while doing her best to make the experience as
strong as powerful for me as she could.

When I fell back gasping, I felt her start using her ever so talented
lips and tongue to ensure she'd gotten all of the cum that I had to
offer before tenderly cleaning my deflating member of any residue.
Once she was satisfied with her handiwork, she moved up to lie next to
me so she could lay her head on my shoulder. I got an arm around her
and gave her a hug before telling her, "Thanks, Joanne. That felt
great!"

She giggled, then told me, "I know you liked it, and I was glad to do
it for you. I could tell that you haven't done anything for a while
because of how much of your juice there was, and how hard it came out.
It kinda surprised me -- but in a good way," before trying to snuggle a
little closer.

Just then, I saw Tina come into the living room; I hadn't noticed her
leave (I WAS a bit distracted, after all!), but I figured that she'd
checked on the food I'd stuck in the oven. As she moved to mirror
Joanne's position next to me, she told me, "Your lasagna was almost
done, so I just turned the stove off and left the tray in there so it
finished cooking but didn't get cold -- I was thinking that maybe you'd
like to clean up in the shower with us."

"That's fine, and yes I would. Just as soon as my heart starts again,
anyway." I'd teased them several times about how I thought they were
insatiable sex maniacs that were likely to give me a heart attack, and
both of them laughed briefly before Joanne told me, "Come on, Jeff. We
know you liked that."

Seriously, I told them, "Yeah, I did like it -- and once again, I'm
glad and relieved that I didn't die in the process of trying to
satiate you two nymphos," making them laugh again. After a couple of
minutes, Joanne got up, quickly followed by Tina. Both of them were
looking down at me as Tina said, "Okay, Jeff, time to clean up. We
have to get home, and you've got supper waiting. If you can get up by
yourself, we'll let you molest us while we clean up, you dirty old
man."

With the promise of a reward, I managed to get to my feet under my own
power; Joanne and Tina were both grinning at me as each put an arm
around my waist and guided me back to the bathroom. True to their
word, they let me molest them as we cleaned each other off.

Dried and dressed again, each gave me a loving kiss and received some
affectionate ass fondling before they headed home with happy smiles on
their faces.

Another week saw me through to the end of the busy part of the project
I was on at work. With my time at home my own again, the girls were
more than happy to be able to resume their visits -- though at a
notably less demanding frequency. That left me the time and freedom to
introduce them to some of the more sybaritic activities that we could
engage in, such as extended bubble baths together, massages (both
giving and receiving), and so on.

There was roughly a month left before school started again, and Jean
had come over to my place to watch a movie with me on my larger TV
set. It was a romantic comedy of some kind, and after it was over she
remained nestled into my side while the two of us idly chatted. There
had been a lull in the conversation that she ended by asking me,
"Jeff, can I ask you a favor? A big one?"

"No, I'm not going to join you on your new career as a bank robber.
The retirement plan isn't good enough."

She laughed before telling me, "No, it's even bigger than that."

I turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow; she answered the
unspoken question by telling me, "You probably remember that the
government did some things that caused big changes in the insurance
industry. To comply with some new regulations, my company has been
holding classes to make everyone aware of what all the changes mean
and let us all know what we're going to have to start doing
differently. The classes aren't something everybody has to go to, of
course, but it's just my luck that I'm one of those that do. It takes
an entire week AND a couple of days of another one; I was able to put
it off the first couple of times it was scheduled because of the girls
and that it was during the school year. But the next one is in a week,
and if I don't make it to THAT one, I'll lose my eligibility for
raises and promotions -- so I have to get to it. So the favor I have to
ask is if you could watch after the girls while I'm gone. They're old
enough that I'm not worried about them burning the house down or
anything like that, and but they're still young enough that I don't
want to leave them alone, either. I'm not asking you to actually stay
at my place every night, or for them to stay here; I just need someone
I trust to check in on them often enough to make sure everything's
okay."

I didn't have to think about it but for a few moments before I told
her, "Sure, I can do that. Do you have a whip and chair and pistol I
can use to keep them in line?"

She laughed again, then answered, "I don't think it'll be THAT bad. I
figured to cook some extra meals and put them in the fridge before I
go, so all they'll have to do is warm them up for supper; and I'll
leave you some money so you can take them out for fast food a couple
of times, too. Of course, it's okay with me if they want to spend a
few evenings with you, either here or at my place. They've got plenty
to do during the daytime, and I'll be back well before they need to go
out shopping to get ready for school."

"That all sounds fine," I told her, "except for the fast food part.
Keep your money for while you're at the class, and I'll take them out
to get fed."

"No, you won't, either. Dammit, they're my daughters, and it's not up
to you to have to feed them," she responded, getting worked up. She
invariably protested (vehemently) if I said anything about spending
money on her or the girls; if I just went ahead and did it without her
knowledge, she always accepted it with grace and appreciation. She was
an example of why someone invented the phrase, "it's easier to ask
forgiveness than get permission".

"Yes, I will. You know you can't afford to pay for fast food for all
of them that many times. You can leave the money if you want, but
it'll still be here when you get back. I like taking them out, so
it'll be fun. Besides," I sniffed, "there isn't any way you can MAKE
me use your money, or be sure that I used it they way you wanted if I
did spend it."

I heard her mutter something about my ancestry, but ignored it in
favor of giving her a brief hug. After a few seconds, she'd calmed
down enough that I felt it was safe enough to tell her, "In fact, if
you want to use it to beat them into submission, you can tell them
that I might actually take them out to dinner -- IF they behave
themselves and act responsibly enough. I wouldn't mind celebrating
being done with that biochem crap, and that's as good a reason to go
out as any."

She said something about "macho" and "asshole" under her breath, but I
knew it wasn't about me, so I waited until she told me, "Okay, fine,
you can take them out to dinner," still a little peeved.

To settle her down again, I managed to get my mouth next to her ear so
I could whisper, "Souhaitez-vous joindre � moi pour certains...
hubba-hubba?" using nearly half of the French that I'd ever managed to
retain.

She had no idea what I'd actually said, but knowing me, had a pretty
good idea of the nature of it. The mixture of French and "slang"
amused her (as I'd figured it would), and she couldn't help laughing
before playfully slapping at my chest and telling me, "Dammit, Jeff!
If you're going to go hitting on me, at least do it in something I
understand!"

I started giving her little caresses all over (except the fun bits, of
course) while faking undying love and unmitigated desire while saying
things like, "Mon amour!" and, "You are such a goddess!" and similar
overdone declarations in a deliberately atrocious French accent. That
got her laughing even harder as she playfully fended off my
"advances". It ended when I slid off the couch, and she fell on top of
me ("Mon dieu! Ah ahm ze squished!" I protested, earning myself a jab
from her), both of us laughing almost hysterically.

I got my arms around her, and she didn't mind lying on top of me as
both of us got our breath back -- something that took longer than it
should have because I kept trying to nuzzle her neck while continuing
the French lover schtick, which gave her a case of the giggles every
time I did it.

We were still lying there panting when Joanne came over to see where
her mother was. Both of us saw her about the same time, but being in
marginally better shape, I declared (still in French accent) "Madame!
Please to control yourself! We have ze witnesses!" as though Jean was
the aggressor, prompting her to go into another bout laughter before
Joanne smiled and walked away shaking her head.

When Jean told the girls about her having to attend the class and what
the arrangements were, they were as serious about it as she'd hoped
for. But when they came over to ME, they made it more than clear that
they were eagerly looking forward to the time that we could have
together. I tried to dampen their expectations as best I could, but
they were still anticipating that we'd all be having more than the
usual amount of fun together.

We all saw Jean off on her trip; after her plane had taken off, the
girls looked like they were a little saddened by the prospect of her
being gone, so I suggested we stop off for pizza on the way home.
Eating "out" or having something delivered was rare enough for them
that my offer was no small treat. They all agreed, and cheered up
considerably over the course of the meal.

When we got home, however, they realized again that they'd be mostly
on their own for over a week. All they wanted to do that first night
was listlessly watch television. When it got late enough for them to
go to bed, even the kisses they gave me were half-hearted. I figured
they'd perk up the next day when they could start enjoying their
greater freedom.

That proved to be the case. Though they did check in with me (calling
me on my cell phone at work, if necessary) about where they were going
and what they were going to do when they got there, they didn't much
have to really answer to anybody: they went "shopping" at the mall
(without buying anything), hung out with their friends, and generally
did the things they usually did during summer vacation. It was when I
got home from work and found all three of them waiting for me that I
knew they were feeling the absence of Jean. At my suggestion, we went
to a video store to get a couple of movies to watch. I let them talk
me into getting one that was quite a bit racier than I knew they
usually got to see. Back at my place again, Chris and Joanne teamed up
to prepare one of the meals their mother had started, leaving me and
Tina to sit on the couch and make out. When we'd finished supper, they
were adamant that they'd be the ones to clean up -- without my help,
thank you very much! I willingly left them to it, and it wasn't long
before they joined me in the living room. We were all scattered around
the living room during the first movie, a comedy. But when it came
time to start the second, things changed.

To start with, all three of them casually rid themselves of the
clothing they'd been wearing before teasing me into following their
example. When I sat down on the couch again, I learned that Joanne and
Tina were going to keep each other company while Chris wanted to sit
on my lap. And by "sit on my lap", she meant sit on my lap: after
planting her fanny on my lap with her back to me, she calmly proceeded
to bring her legs up and get them positioned on either side of mine...
leaving her straddling my legs. Once she was satisfied with the
situation, she reached to take hold of my wrists and pull my arms
around herself. At that point, I didn't need to be clubbed on the head
any more, and voluntarily got one of my hands on her breast.

For their part, Tina and Joanne had contented themselves with simply
snuggling together; I'm sure it was purely coincidental that both had
their hands free, and were positioned so as to provide easy access to
any interesting parts to the other.

With all of us settled in for the duration, I started the movie. It
turned out to be fairly interesting; it's just that any intimacy
between male and female characters tended to be rather more explicit
than I'd thought it would be. Enough so, in fact, that the combination
of watching what was going on on the screen and feeling Chris's tender
body next to mine (and shifting around) ultimately brought my cock to
something more than semi-erect. Truth be told, it was hard enough that
I could feel it starting to lightly press against the bottom of
Chris's mons. Rather than being concerned about it, however, the
little imp took advantage of the situation to begin slowly rocking
herself back and forth on my lap -- effectively rubbing herself along
the top of it, which only got me that much harder... which only let her
press herself against it that much better. After a few minutes of
that, I finally quit worrying about it in favor of not just enjoying
the situation but making my own contribution by beginning to caress
Chris's breasts and teasing her nipples.

As the movie progressed, and the activity between the men and women
got more involved, Chris surprised me by taking one of my hands off
her breast and unceremoniously moving it down to her pelvis. No
further prompting was needed for me to ease my hand between her spread
thighs and start giving her the kind of attention she was giving ME.
Shortly after I started toying with her clitoris, I realized that the
aroma of excited female was a bit stronger than could be explained by
what I was doing to Chris; when I looked over to where Tina and Joanne
were, I saw that each had a hand busy between the other's thighs. I
continued to look at them for a bit, and watched as they shared a few
kisses and took turns briefly nursing at each other's breast.

Still, I had Chris on my lap and under my hands, and I returned my
attention to where it was supposed to be. While keeping one hand busy
between Chris's warm thighs, the other was serving double duty by
tending to both of her breasts... caressing them, gently squeezing them,
and keeping her areolas swollen and her nipples standing tall.

I'll confess that I'm not sure when the movie was over, or how it
ended. At the time, I was rather busy with Chris: she'd gotten aroused
enough that she was depositing a healthy film of her oils along the
top of nearly the entire length of my erection, and I was collecting
samples of it often enough to ensure that the tip of my finger stayed
lubricated as I used it on her exposed clitoris. When I managed more
than a casual glance over to where Joanne and Tina were, I learned
that they'd shifted position enough to let each of them get one hand
between her sister's thighs and the other on one of her sister's
breasts -- while the two of them were in what was patently a deep and
passionate kiss.

Back on my lap, Chris was starting to wriggle around a little and
began making the little noises that signalled she was getting close to
having an orgasm. I certainly didn't have any objections, and even
went so far as to add even more to the stimulation she was feeling by
tilting my head such that I could begin softly nibbling on her
earlobes while shifting what I was doing to her nipples from simply
teasing and gently pulling on them to firmly squeezing them and even
giving them little pinches. The aroused noises she was making
increased dramatically in response, and just a couple of minutes of
that treatment was all it took for her slide into a clearly powerful
orgasm.

She stopped sliding herself on my penis, and with the disappearance of
her clitoris, I moved my hand back up so that I could hold her
securely as her body shook with the force of the waves of pleasure
running through her. Her orgasm hit her hard enough that, from the
corner of my eye, I could see that Tina and Joanne stopped what they
were doing long enough to look over at us and make sure everything was
okay.

With the end of her release, Chris became a little unsteady and I
gladly pulled her close and held her against my chest as she panted
her way through telling me, "GOD, that was good!"

A moment later, she turned her head enough to look at me and say,
"When you started biting my ear, it felt really sexy; but that other
stuff you were doing to my boobs got me hotter that I thought anything
COULD."

I gave her a tender kiss and answered, "I'm glad you liked it. I
figured biting your ears would be okay, and I knew you'd say something
if you didn't like the other part."

She thought about it for a few seconds before telling me, "I don't
think I'd like it if you did that every time... but sometimes is okay."

"I can do that," I assured her. As I was kissing her again, we heard
one of Tina and Joanne cry out with the start of an orgasm; when I
pulled my head back, Chris told me, "Now it's my turn to make YOU feel
good," eagerly. She started to move, and I released my loose hold on
her so she could scramble off my lap and stand on the floor. She
quickly turned around and moved to her knees; after pushing my legs
apart, she moved close enough to lean down and take the head of my
stiff cock between her lips without bothering to use a hand to steady
it. Instead, she used one hand to cup my balls as she walked her lips
down my shaft until she couldn't get any more of me into her mouth.

After gently sucking on me for a few seconds, Chris let me slip from
between her lips far enough that she could begin using her tongue to
rub along the underside as she gently rolled my balls in her hand.
That was the kind of thing I needed to get me moving well on the way
toward having my own climax.

As Chris began slowly bobbing her head up and down, I chanced to turn
and look over to where Joanne and Tina were; it was obvious that it
had been Joanne that had climaxed because she had her hand busy
between Tina's thighs while licking and sucking on the dark erect
peaks of the younger girl's breasts. The sight was incredibly erotic
while remaining lovingly familial; I found myself wishing I could be
present when the two of them really wanted to get each other off.

I felt a change in the way Chris was using her mouth on me. When I
looked down at her, I could see that she'd not only noticed where I'd
been looking, but had also apparently noticed my involuntary reaction
to it. Lifting her head, she quietly told me, "It's okay, Jeff -- I
like watching them like that, too..." before wrapping her lips around me
again and resumed sliding her lips up and down my erection.

Hearing that got my mind thinking about how and when Chris had gotten
to watch her sisters; it wasn't much more for me to wonder if she'd
engaged in anything like that with either of them. The idea that she
had got me imagining what it might have looked like, and my arousal
began to increase dramatically. When Chris started gently sucking on
me as she moved her lips and tongue up and down my length, it was
easily enough to push me past the point of no return. I expect that
Chris could tell what was happening to me because she started twisting
her head back and forth as it bobbed over my manhood. Watching her,
and knowing that she not only wanted me to cum in her mouth but
actually liked it... it got to be too much for me, and I could feel
myself tense up as I prepared to give her what she wanted.

A few more head-bobs by her, and I felt my balls pull up and my cock
suddenly get harder; Chris felt it, too, and took as much of me
between her lips as she could just ahead of the first spray of semen
erupting into her mouth. As I continued to empty myself into her
mouth, she used her tongue to massage my cock just behind the head,
prodding me into dumping as much cum as I could into her oral cavity.

With the end of my release, Chris happily swallowed the semen already
in her mouth before tightening her lips around me and using them to
both milk me of any last few drops and squeegee my penis clean.
Satisfied with her handiwork, she gave the head one last quick lick
before standing up and moving to sit on my lap -- with her legs off to
the side so she could nestle against my chest while I held her as the
two of us watched Joanne finally bring Tina to an orgasm.

When Tina's orgasm ended and Joanne sat back against the couch again,
Chris indicated she wanted to get up. I took my arms from around her
and she headed out of the living room. A minute or so later, she was
back, bearing cold sodas for all of us. I helped her distribute them
before she climbed back on my lap and pulled my arm around her again.
All four of us sat quietly on the couch for several minutes as we got
our energy back.

I was the one to break the companionable silence by telling them, "As
much as I hate to say this, it's getting late -- and I still have to
get up and go to work in the morning. So it's probably time for all of
us to clean up at least a little bit before bedtime."

After some token complaining, they agreed that it might be a good
idea; I suggested that Joanne and Tina use the shower first, which
they did. While they were gone, I used the opportunity to chat with
Chris a little bit and make sure everything was okay... that she wasn't
missing her mother too much, that she didn't think she was being left
out of anything, and so on. She was able to assure me that everything
was fine by the time her sisters got out of the bathroom. Chris
happily accepted my offer to clean up with her and the two of us had a
dandy (if brief) shower.

Back in the living room, Tina and Joanne had both gotten dressed
again. As Chris got her clothes back on, I made my good nights to them
-- which involved not just an exchange of kisses but a fair amount of
groping and fondling, as well. By the time we were done, Chris was
anxiously awaiting her turn, and proved to be as good at extending
goodnights as her sisters. Finally, though, the three of them got
moving back to their house.

The next night, I went over to their place and got all of them
involved in a boardgame. After contriving to be the first one to lose,
I used the opportunity to call Jean and have the charges billed to MY
phone. Once I had her on the line, I quickly gave her an update on how
things were going before letting the girls know their mother was on
the phone. I told them to talk as long as they wanted to before
settling myself down out of earshot of where they were. Despite Jean's
protests to the contrary, I knew that her budget was limited enough
that she wouldn't call home while at the class: she'd know that all of
them would spend a lot of time talking, putting the expense of the
call out of reach. When all of them were done talking, Joanne let me
know that their mother wanted to speak to me again. As soon as I said,
"Hi, Jean," she lit into me, complaining that she knew I'd billed it
to my phone, that they'd all talked too long, and so on. When she
wound down, I simply told her, "Look, I know damn well that you miss
them, and they miss you. All of you talked, and now all of you feel
better. I'll never tell you what it cost, so don't bother saying
you'll pay me back; it was worth it to me to make all of you happy."

She called me a name, but I could hear the happiness in her voice when
she told me, "Thank you, Jeff," too.

After a bit, the girls got back to the game, and I was content to sit
off to the side and watch them -- not just how pretty and sexy they
were, but how they interacted with each other, and how their
personalities were so different. I got so wrapped up in my thoughts
that they had to tell me twice when they'd finished... to their
considerable amusement. After kisses and molestations were passed
around, I went back to my place to go to bed -- but only after I'd let
them talk me into letting all of them sleep at my place the next
night.

To my surprise, they didn't come over to my house the next day until
after I'd had supper. When I asked why, Tina shyly told me, "You're
being so nice about making sure we're okay while Mom's gone, and we
didn't want to, like, smother you by being around all the time."

I quickly assured them that I wasn't doing anything I didn't want to,
and that I really did like having them around. It was Chris that
teasingly told me, "Oh, sure you do. You just like to be able to play
with our butts whenever you want to!" making all of us laugh.

They weren't interested in watching a movie, and the game the night
before had been enough, so they were perfectly fine with the idea of
just watching television. I stretched out on the couch at an angle,
leaving room for Joanne to lie next to me with my arm around her.
Chris and Tina were fine with lying down and snuggling on the floor
(once they'd put the blanket down). As the evening progressed, it
didn't escape my attention that each of them got a chance to lie on
the couch with me while the other two were on the floor. After the
late news ended, I announced my intention of going to bed; Chris and
Joanne went about collecting a set of sheets and another blanket. When
I saw that there were only a couple of cushions going to be used as
pillows, I asked who was sleeping in the garage. All of them laughed
before Tina told me, "We talked about it before we came over, and if
it's okay with you, I'd like to sleep in bed with you tonight. I know
nothing's going to happen; I just want to find out what it's like to
spend a whole night with a guy."

I knew nothing was going to happen, too, and after thinking about it
for a moment, agreed that it was okay before telling her, "But if you
start snoring, I'll trade you out for Joanne!", making her and her
sister both smile.

I waited until Chris and Joanne had gotten their sleeping arrangements
finished and they were ready for bed (that is, naked), wished both of
them a good night and pleasant dreams, then put my arm around Tina and
walked back to my bedroom with her. She didn't show even a trace of
nervousness or apprehension along the way, and when we got to where we
were standing by the bed, she calmly got just as naked as her sisters.
I followed her example, and the two of us slid under the covers at
almost the same time. I rolled onto my side, and just as I thought she
would, Tina did the same before backing up to spoon with me. I didn't
need to be told to put my arm around her, and cup her breast in my
hand. I gave her shoulder a soft kiss, and I heard her sigh in
happiness. We laid there quietly for a while before I heard her softly
ask, "Jeff? Are you asleep?"

"Not yet, sweetheart. Why?"

"I just wanted to tell you I know how much you've done for me. Not
just talking to me about sex stuff, and helping me learn about it, but
everything else -- coming to school stuff for me, getting me stuff for
Christmas and my birthdays that made them extra special, putting up
with me when I was a pain in the butt, talking to me when I was little
like the stuff I was interested in was important to you as it was to
me then, making me feel better when I was unhappy or something was
bothering me, and all the rest of it. You've never treated me any
different that you did Joanne or Chris, and that means a LOT to me.
And now, you're letting me learn how to be grown up by doing stuff
like letting me be in bed with you like this. Mom okayed it for me to
start using birth control, too; she told me that she's proud of me for
being as mature as I am. But I don't think she'd be like that with me
if it wasn't for you -- not just for whatever you've said to her, but
because, like I said, you've let me learn how to be grown up. You've
never pushed me to do anything I didn't want, and you've been willing
to let me make mistakes if that was what had to happen. I know there's
still a lot more that I have to learn, but you've done so much to help
me learn how to learn what I need to know. And most important of all,
you've taught me that no matter what else happens, I'm the one
responsible for what I do... and it's up to me to make sure of what I
want, instead of just doing stuff. I'm actually happy about what I'm
like, and I know that I owe a lot of it to you."

Surprised by what she'd said, I remained silent while I worked out how
to answer. When I'd gotten my thoughts together, I told her, "The
things I've done for you and your sisters and your mom... I did them
because I could see that you were already good people, and that you
were having a tough time that you didn't deserve. If you think I was
nice to you even when you were being a pain in the butt, it's because
you spent so little time BEING one, and were so good the rest of the
time. Your mom and I... we've both helped each other see and understand
that you and your sisters are growing up, and not the little girls
that we remember you as. Whatever I've done to help, it's been because
I know what kind of young ladies you are and are going to be as you
get older. And I've seen how mature and everything you are, and I'm
proud of whatever part I've had in that happening, for all of you. I
love you, and your sisters, more than I could ever tell you; and if
you're happy with the person you are, then that's all I could ask
for."

As I finished, I could hear Tina start to sniffle, and quickly got her
to roll over so I could hold her in my arms. To my considerable
relief, she didn't go into a full crying jag; it was enough for her to
shed a few tears before telling me, "I love you, too, Jeff -- and I'm
never going to forget you and everything you've done."

I caressed her back until she got herself back under control, then
gave her a soft kiss and said, "If you're feeling better now, I still
need to get some sleep before I go in to work tomorrow."

She happily nodded that she was, gave me a quick peck on the cheek,
and rolled over again. In the process of trying to fuse herself to my
front, she contrived to get my penis tucked along the cleft of her ass
before moving my hand to her breast and holding it there. Finally
settled in, she told me, "Good night, Jeff... and thank you."

I heard and felt her breathing slow as she gradually fell asleep --
well ahead of when I managed to do so.

I had enough experience with women that I told them over breakfast the
next morning that I was taking them all out to dinner that evening; I
knew full well that they'd want as much time as they could get to
prepare. When asked, I let them know I was celebrating being past the
hard part of the new project I was on, and was going someplace "nice"
-- so I wanted them to get "all gussied up" so I could show them off. I
had a fair idea of what kind of clothes they had and what they had
available to accessorize with, and had made a reservation at a place
where they wouldn't be overwhelmed or out of place. All of them
assured me that they'd be ready by the time we had to leave. When I
left for work, the kisses I got from all of them were enthusiastic
enough to make it clear how ecstatic they were about going out.

They weren't there when I got home, so I went in and took a quick
shower before getting ready; I was still getting dressed when I heard
them let themselves in. I called out to tell them that I was almost
ready and heard Joanne answer, "Not for us, you aren't!", followed by
a chorus of giggles. Knowing that something was up but not what it
was, I finished what I was doing and made my way into the living room.
There I learned that Joanne had been completely right: I wasn't ready
for them.

For starters, I had to wonder if they hadn't spent the entire day
getting ready. All three had done something with their hair, making it
practically gleam in addition to styling it a bit differently than
they usually did. If they had makeup on, it was so little and so
subtly done as to not matter. Each was dressed in something I hadn't
seen before, and regardless of where it had come from, it simply
worked for her in both style and color. Joanne had on a pale yellow
dress that was sleeveless and cut low enough to reveal a little bit of
cleavage, and do it tastefully. Across her bust, it was snug enough to
make it clear she was female without making it look like she was
trying to show off her development. It hugged her waist and hips well
enough to emphasize her feminine curves quite pleasantly before
stopping just a few inches above her knees, leaving her trim calves
exposed.

Tina was in a light grey number that somehow managed to nicely
accentuate her pale skin and dark hair. Short sleeved, the front of it
dropped down enough to reveal just how smooth and flawless her skin
was while stopping at the edge of the upper slopes of her breasts. It
hugged her closely enough to make it plain even to a blind man that
she was female without being skin-tight. The cut and style of it did a
fine job of showing off her tight ass to good effect, and stopped
about mid-thigh, revealing a most interesting expanse of trim, smooth
legs.

Last, and certainly not least, Chris had on a pale blue number that
covered her from neck to knees -- starting almost transparent at her
throat, it gradually became solid over her bustline, then became
transparent; only to get solid between her hips and about mid-thigh
before fading out again. It hugged her closely enough to nicely
accentuate her developing curves.

Not only couldn't I see a bra strap or line anywhere, I was fairly
certain that I could detect irregularities in the material of the
dresses about where their nipples would be. Each of them did a little
pirhouette to show off, and there wasn't any sign of pantylines,
either. If they had anything on at all under those dresses, it was so
small and delicate as be superfluous. I was always glad to take them
out, primarily because they always behaved with perfect grace and
dignity; the way they'd gotten themselves "gussied up", it really WAS
going to be a case of showing them off!

After looking them over, I was unable to resist teasing them by
saying, "See what happens when you actually put your minds to cleaning
up? You turn out looking pretty good!"

All of them started to get indignant until they realized that I was
teasing; it was Joanne that responded by telling me, "Yeah -- and we're
even housebroken, too!", making all of us laugh.

With all of us ready, it was into the car and off to the restaurant.
Once we got there, they were ready for us, and I was aware of the
number of males (of a wide variety of ages) watching as we were shown
our table. From the corner of my eye, I saw more than a couple of
wives get upset at why they'd lost their husbands' attention.

Seated, the girls all casually looked around before softly commenting
to each other about the number of guys looking at them, flattered by
all the attention they were getting. To anyone at another table, it
would have been impossible to tell that they were paying even the
slightest attention to what was going on around them... but I was amused
to listen as they revelled in how many men of what ages kept looking
at them, or all but staring -- and particularly the reactions of the
wives and girlfriends of those same men.

After we ordered and were sipping our wine (I allowed them a single
glass each), Joanne let me know that they'd borrowed the dresses from
friends -- that they didn't quite fit (a point I'd have gladly argued
with her). She also admitted that they'd spent a couple of hours in
preparation: showers, doing each other's hair, and other details that
she (thankfully) didn't go into. I had no qualms whatsoever about
telling her and her sisters that I thought all of them looked
wonderful... and smelled even better (making them giggle a bit). I also
told them to take it easy when supper arrived; there were still things
for us to do. I hadn't thought to make reservations or anything
anywhere else, but knew a place where we could get in a little dancing
without their ages being a problem. As nice as they looked, I wanted
to show them off even more than I had before. It also seemed like a
perfect opportunity to something even more special with them, making
sure they knew how much I enjoyed their company.

Our meals were as delicious as I'd expected, and all of us opted for
something light for desert. After we'd finished our coffee (for me)
and hot chocolate (them), it was off to the dance floor. Officially,
none of them was served anything alcoholic. UNofficially, I poured a
little bit of my rum and coke into each of their sodas -- enough for
them to taste it, but well short of the amount needed to affect them.
They were thrilled at the treatment they were receiving, and made
every effort to show that it was justified.

They were patiently amused with my efforts at dancing to "fast" tunes,
and deeply touched when I asked each out for some slow dancing. When
it got late enough to think about heading home, I could see that all
of them were disappointed, though none objected.

Once we were back home, they insisted that I come over to their place.
I did, and almost as soon as we were inside, they declared the need to
change clothes. As they started down the hallway toward their rooms, I
took a seat on their couch and patiently waited for them to return.
When they did, I learned that they'd swapped their dresses for skin:
not a one of them had a stitch of clothing on. Curious, I asked, "I
like the view, you understand, but what's going on?"

They all shared a look before Chris told me, "While we were changing,
we decided that we wanted to do something special for you. You already
did so much for us, and then taking us out like you did tonight... we
just wanted to show you how much we appreciate it."

"You don't have to do anything special for me," I told them. "The time
you spend with me already is special enough."

"We know we don't have to do anything," Joanne responded. "We want to
do this for you."

I didn't have any idea what they had in mind, and really didn't care --
I'd given them the chance to call it off, and they were adamant about
going through with it. As far as I was concerned, all that was left
was to sit back and enjoy whatever the hell happened. With the next
day being Saturday, I could sleep as late as I needed or wanted to.

That proved to be wrong when Chris came up to me and politely informed
me that I needed to get naked, too. I did as told, and after I sat
down again, Chris readily climbed onto my lap and leaned back against
my chest before telling me, "You're gonna like this -- a LOT."

I put my arms around her and watched as Tina and Joanne quietly got a
blanket spread out on the floor. After moving to the center of it,
they hugged each other before exchanging a kiss that went on a lot
longer than I thought it would. When the two of them slowly moved to
lay on the floor, I began to get the idea of what was going to happen
and felt my cock began to stiffen in response. As the next few minutes
went by, Joanne and Tina got more and more involved with each other
and my penis got harder in response. Things got to the point that it
began to press against Chris's mons; her reaction was to look at me
with an impish grin on her face before turning back to watch her
sisters.

I continued to watch as Tina and Joanne shifted their actions from
simply kissing and caressing each other to more overtly pleasuring and
arousing each other: Tina started it by gently easing Joanne onto her
back, then moving her head down to start licking and sucking on
Joanne's erect nipples. While she was doing that, one of her hands
began softly caressing its way lower and lower on Joanne's body until
it slid between the older girl's thighs. In response, Joanne brought
her knees up and let her legs separate, giving free and easy access to
the younger girl. I watched, fascinated, as Tina slowly ran the end of
her finger between Joanne's extended labia several times before easing
it up to begin softly stroking Joanne's clitoris. It didn't take long
for Tina to have her sister visibly wet and moaning softly in
response. A little longer, and I saw Joanne use her hand to cast
around for Tina's leg; when she found it, she slowly moved her
fingertips up the front of Tina's smooth thigh, then inward, where she
began slowly running her fingertips through Tina's dark thatch. After
a couple minutes of enjoying the luxurious feel of her sister's muff,
Joanne eased her fingers between Tina's slightly parted thighs and
began to return the digital delights she was already receiving.

It wasn't much of a surprise to me when Chris moved my hands to her
breasts and gave them a little squeeze to let me know to do more than
just hold her. I was happy to do as she wanted, and began
reacquainting myself with her lovely young mammaries. It was a
pleasure for me to learn that they were still as firm as the first
time I'd gotten to hold them, as well as smooth and warm as always.
With the sight of Tina and Joanne before us, it didn't take much for
me to tease her puffy areolas into swollen arousal and get her small
nipples to stand out from the flesh around them. Keeping one hand busy
at her bust, I used the other to lightly trace a path down her body;
when I got close to her pelvis, she didn't hesitate to open her legs
and tilt her pelvis up so I could reach the area between her trim
thighs.

I found that she was already starting to get wet, and it was an easy
matter to transfer some of her oils to her clitoris and begin gently
circling it. After moaning softly in response, Chris shifted her
weight slightly, and started a small, slow rocking of her hips that
had her sliding against where my erect penis was pressed against her.
There was no reason for us to hurry ourselves, and we didn't -- my
touches on Chris's body and between her legs were only enough to
slowly increase her pleasure and desire; rather than getting her off
or having a climax myself, I was much more interested in being able to
hold her, and feel her young body on my lap and under my hands for as
long as possible... a goal that Chris tacitly shared.

As Tina and Joanne slowly got each other more and more excited in
front of us, Chris's arousal increased along with theirs. When Tina
moved to straddle Joanne's head with the obvious intention of getting
into a '69', Chris's breathing got even more rapid and shallow. The
way she was sitting in front of me, I didn't have any trouble seeing
that her shoulders and the upper slopes of her breasts had turned a
pale pink. Under my hand, I could feel how tight her breasts had
gotten; her areolas and nipples were standing out farther than I'd
seen before. We watched as Tina's head moved between Joanne's parted
thighs, and I heard Chris release a soft groan followed by seeing her
lick her lips -- which made me suspect that she'd had a chance to find
out how Joanne tasted, too. The two of us continued to sit there,
watching as Joanne and Tina orally tended to each other's womanhood.
It was as plain as it could be that they weren't sharing their bodies
with each other for the physical pleasure of it (though it was easy
enough to see that they were enjoying what they were doing), but from
affection and love for each other.

It wasn't long before the liquid sounds of what they were doing were
mixed with the sounds they made as a result of what they were feeling.
They were at a little bit of an angle to where Chris and I were, and I
didn't have any trouble seeing that Joanne's labia were as long and
dark with her excitement as I'd ever seen them. They were also shiny
as could be from a mixture of her own juices and Tina's saliva; I knew
that was the source because I watched as Tina ran her tongue across
Joanne's opening, obviously collecting the nectar there before
shifting her attentions to Joanne's exposed clitoris.

As the seconds ticked by, Joanne and Tina lovingly pleasured each
other as their arousal and desire steadily increased. Chris and I
could both see that they were both getting close when we saw Tina lift
her head and heard her soft cry as her body began to spasm with the
start of her orgasm. Farther down, we could see that Joanne continued
her attentions to Tina's womanhood even as the younger girl was
shuddering above her. In front of me, I heard Chris whimper slightly,
and figured that it wouldn't hurt to help her find her own release.
Keeping my hand busy on her developing mammaries, I slowly increased
the speed and pressure of the motions of my fingertip against, across,
and around her clitoris as she continued to rub herself against my
erect cock. It didn't take but a couple of minutes before I could tell
that she was nearly there; her wet labia were spreading the overflow
of her oils all along my length as she repeatedly made small noises of
desire. A minute more, and she briefly stilled in front of me, then
began shuddering herself as waves of release washed through her. Her
orgasm didn't seem to last as long as they usually did for her, but it
seemed clear that it was more intense for her in spite of that.

When it was over, she was little more than a quivering mass on my lap;
I had to wrap her in my arms and hold her close to keep her from
falling over, she appeared so weak. She sat there gasping for a bit
before she was able to say, "That was incredible!" in a soft croak.
Realizing what she'd sounded like, she turned to look at me in
surprise and concern. I gave her a soft hug followed by a kiss to the
lips before telling her, "It's okay, honey. Your mouth and throat are
just dry, is all. Give it a little bit, and you'll be fine. If you
want, you can get off my lap for a bit, and I'll go get you something
to drink."

She considered it for a moment, then nodded and answered, "Yeah, I
think I need it," still croaking somewhat. I helped ease her off my
lap, and stood up -- only to see her smiling. It took me a second to
realize that she was amused by the sight of my erect penis waving in
the air in front of me; knowing that she'd enjoy it, I deliberately
clenched it, making it bounce up and down a little bit. Her eyes got
big, and a second later, her smile got even wider.

While I was in the kitchen, I went ahead and grabbed sodas for Joanne
and Tina, figuring that they wouldn't mind having tepid sodas handy
when they needed something to drink. As I walked back into the living
room, Chris's eyes were locked on my swaying and bobbing penis. I saw
her lick her lips as I got close, but didn't think anything of it. I
carefully set a couple of drinks where they'd be handy when Joanne and
Tina wanted them before going back to the couch. When I was standing
in front of her, Chris accepted the can I offered her and set it aside
so she could put her hands on my hips and apply enough pressure to let
me know that she didn't want me going anywhere. Once she was satisfied
that I'd stay where I was, she quickly opened the can and took a
couple of health swallows before carefully setting it aside again.
Then, with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she leaned forward and
used one hand to tilt my slightly-flagging penis up to where she could
get her mouth on it. Surprised, I could only stand there holding my
own unopened drink while she slid her lips farther and farther down my
manhood. I'd softened enough that she was able to take nearly three
quarters of me into her mouth before she had to stop. Pleased with how
much she'd accomplished, she smiled up at me from around my manhood,
then went to work getting me hard again -- and reluctantly let more and
more of me escape her oral hold as she succeeded.

With enthusiasm and eagerness that were a close match to what she'd
shown the first time she'd used her mouth on me, and the benefit of
some experience, she applied herself toward trying to get ME off as
strongly as she had. And she did a damn fine job of it, too; it
couldn't have taken but a very few minutes for her to have me looking
forward to emptying myself into her talented and greedy mouth. A
little more time, and I knew that I was damn close to doing just what
she wanted. That was when I heard one of the girls on the floor (it
sounded like Joanne) slip into an orgasm. That prompted the image of
what Tina was doing to make it happen to fill my mind, and that was
all the stimulation I needed. Chris felt my balls draw up from her
hand, and did her best to take as much of my hard cock between her
lips as she could, and applied a light suction just ahead of my penis
erupting in her mouth. I couldn't help groaning at the intensity of
it, only to have Chris respond by using the tip of her tongue to
massage the underside of my spewing manhood -- making the rest of my
climax nearly as intense as it had begun.

When she felt me softening in her mouth afterwards, she sucked on me
for several seconds longer before tightening her lips around my penis
and pulling her head back, leaving my shrinking penis almost dry when
it popped out of her mouth. Not entirely steady on my feet after what
she'd done, I quickly sat down and opened my soda, watching her
recover hers and take several sips from it after making sure I saw her
doing so. Knowing why she'd do that, I readily pulled her into a kiss
that had our tongues dueling for a bit before it ended. She was
visibly pleased with herself when I told her, "That was really nice,
Chris. Thank you."

Giggling a little bit, she answered, "My pleasure!"

I smiled at her little (but old) joke, and we both turned to see how
Joanne and Tina were doing. As I'd thought, it had been Joanne that
had climaxed -- and strongly, from the look of her. Tina had shifted
around so the two of them could hold each other and exchange small
kisses as they got their energy back. When they saw that I was looking
at them, I gestured toward where the sodas were and told them, "I
figured you'd be thirsty, so there's something to drink when you're
ready."

Tina nodded, and they remained where they were. After a couple of
minutes, both sat up, and Tina was the one to collect the cans,
handing one to her sister. Both took lengthy drinks before coming up
for air again.

After a bit, Tina smiled at me as she asked, "Did you like what you
saw, Jeff?" while Joanne grinned next to her. I smiled back as I
answered, "It was every bit as lovely and sexy as I figured it would
be."

Joanne wanted to know, "Okay, the sexy I understand easy enough -- but lovely?"

Looking at both of them, I explained, "It was pretty obvious that you
were trying to make each other feel good--" they blushed only faintly --
"but I could see that you were doing it because you love each other,
too. You were being so gentle and affectionate with each other, and
that's what made it lovely. That, and how pretty both of YOU are, of
course!"

Pleased and touched by what I'd said, both of them looked at me with
love in their eyes.

A little later, Chris got up with the obvious intention of disposing
of her empty soda can; when she came back from the kitchen, she moved
to go over and sit with her sisters. I could see all of them clearly,
and was perfectly content to just sit there and look at all of them
together. The differences in shapes, coloring, and looks were enough
to keep me looking back and forth between them as I marveled not only
at their beauty, but that they would be so willing to share it with me
the way they did.

They didn't have any problem about just sitting there as I looked at
them. I'd learned that each of them was willing to agree that SHE
thought she was pretty, and I'd certainly told them often enough how
attractive I thought they were, so they were comfortable enough with
their appearance. They appreciated it when I'd hold them and do things
like caress their skin with my fingertips while keeping my hand in one
place, and they'd easily gotten used to having me just looking at
them. As Joanne had explained to me one time, "When you're looking at
us like you do, we know you're not thinking about you and us doing
anything sexual. It's more like when you're touching us, except you're
just using your eyes. We can almost feel it when you do that, and it's
nice, so we don't mind."

Joanne was the last of us to finish her soda; when I saw that she was
done, I started to get up with the intention of collecting all the
empty cans and putting them in the trash. But before I could move
much, Joanne told me, "No, I'll get them in a second. You just stay
there."

I did as I was told, and a few seconds later, she got to her feet.
After getting the empties from her sister and me, she headed into the
kitchen. When she came back, she angled herself toward me; after
getting me to move to the floor, she got herself settled on my lap,
with her legs off to one side so that she was facing where Chris and
Tina were still sitting. Seeing that I was unsure of what was going
on, she told me, "We're not done yet. There's still plenty more for
you to see," with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. With her on my
lap and her sisters on the blanket, I figured I had a pretty good idea
of what was next -- and was looking forward to it.

Sure enough, it wasn't but a couple of minutes until Chris and Tina
turned to look at each other for a moment, and then leaned forward to
share a kiss.

I put my arms around Joanne, and she leaned against my chest as we
watched the two of them exchange several more progressively longer
osculations. As they began another one, Chris raised her hand and
moved it to Tina's breast -- softly cupping it for a few seconds before
giving it a tender squeeze and then going on to start caressing it and
running her fingertips across its nipple. The way they were sitting, I
could see Tina's labia begin to lengthen as both of her nipples began
to spring up in response to Chris's touch. After a couple more kisses,
Tina returned Chris's touch in much the same way and got much the same
results.

With each of them having a hand on the other's bust, their kisses
quickly grew even longer and decidedly more intense; it wasn't much
longer until they'd shifted around slightly so each could get BOTH of
her hands on her sister's mammaries... which only served to prod them
into even more intense and involved kisses.

As Joanne and I sat there watching the two younger girls getting
progressively more involved with each other, I started caressing the
young body in front of me. At first, it was just a matter of holding
my hand still on her and applying small, light touches with my
fingertips; but as time passed, I was gradually expanding the range of
my touch and eventually moving my hand from Joanne's knees to her neck
and face, and coming into contact with everything in between. After
I'd lightly drawn my hand up along the inner surfaces of her thighs a
few times, Joanne let me know that more intimate contact would be
welcome by moving her legs apart so I could include the area between
them. For several passes, I was content to simply enjoy the feel of
her soft dark bush as I drew my fingertips through it before finally
giving in to the desire to begin more personal contact by tracing the
folds of her labia. With the inclusion of her sex, I had no reason not
to increase the sexuality of my attentions to her firm breasts.

While I was occupied with my ministrations to Joanne's pubescent body,
Chris and Tina were engaged in their own activities: by the time I
turned my attention to them again, their lips were all but fused
together while each of them had both hands in nearly constant motion
on the other's body. Both were gently caressing, squeezing, touching
and generally fondling or molesting anything and everything they could
lay their hands on while softly moaning their desires.

I was starting to wonder how the two of them were managing to stay
upright when they helped each other to lie down -- Tina on her back and
Chris on her side next to her sister. Entranced, I watched Chris begin
sucking on one of Tina's nipples while using one hand to caress a path
down Tina's body. Well before Chris's hand got past Tina's navel, Tina
moved her legs apart, opening herself to the younger girl's touch. In
front of me, I heard Joanne's soft panting quicken.

Figuring it was worth a try, I deliberately waited until we saw
Chris's finger slip between Tina's glistening vaginal lips and move
upward, so that I touched Joanne's exposed clitoris at the same time
Chris was doing the same to Tina; to my infinite surprise, Joanne
promptly had what I can only figure was a miniature orgasm as her body
went through a couple of mild spasms. When they'd passed, she had the
presence of mind to turn her head and look at me, blushing slightly as
she told me, "I was watching them, and when you touched me at the same
time Chris touched Tina..."

I gave her a quick hug and kiss before answering, "Good for you, then," smiling.

She managed to smile back for a moment before turning to watch her
sisters again.

In the brief time that took, Chris had gotten the entire first digit
of her middle finger thoroughly coated with Tina's oils as she
alternated between teasing Tina's visible vaginal opening and toying
with the erect clitoris farther up. For her part, Tina had a hand on
one of Chris's cute ass cheeks, and was apparently enjoying playing
with it as much as I did. After just a couple of minutes of that,
however, Joanne and I watched as Tina moved her hand so she could
apply a slight pressure to one of Chris's legs. Knowing what Tina
wanted, Chris raised the leg in question and let Tina guide it to a
position next to her head; once that was accomplished, Chris finished
the job of getting the other similarly positioned. A few moments more,
and each of them had her face buried in the other's muff and had begun
gathering the nectar she found there.

Just as it had been with Joanne and Tina, the sight of the two of them
happily pleasuring each other was incredibly erotic -- not just because
it was two girls, but also the fact that they were so young, and
sisters. Like I'd told Tina: that they were so obviously trying to
make each other feel good was one thing; seeing how loving and gentle
they were with each other only added another aspect that made what
they were doing so profoundly lovely to see. I actually felt honored
that they loved and trusted me enough to let me witness something so
intimate and personal.

As the two of them slowly and steadily raised each other's desires,
Joanne told me, "That first time, when it was me and Tina at your
house... we were kissing and touching and everything, and I could feel
how excited I was getting. But when we got like that" -- meaning in the
"69" Tina and Chris were in -- "I was still kinda nervous. I mean, I'd
never thought about putting my mouth there on another girl, and it
seemed kinda weird, a little. But then I could see that Tina looked
the way I felt... and I really noticed how she smelled. It was so good,
and I felt my mouth start to water, thinking that she might taste as
good as she smelled. I was still kinda scared, but I just had to find
out, so I finally licked her a little bit and got some of her juice on
my tongue... and it was even better than I THOUGHT it could be -- she was
delicious! So I kept licking her and licking her, and then I realized
that she was getting even more excited and getting wetter. That's when
I knew that she liked what I was doing, and I started trying to see if
I could do some of the stuff that you'd done to me. I don't think I
got it exactly the same, but that was okay because then Tina started
doing stuff back to me, and it felt really good. We kept doing stuff
to each other, and both of us kept feeling better and better until we
had orgasms."

She turned her head and told me, "We kept going like that, helping
each other have orgasms over and over again, until you came in and
found us. After we got home, we talked to each other about it. We
weren't ashamed or embarrassed or anything like that, just surprised
that we'd been able to have that much fun. We decided that you were
right: being with another girl was just another way that we could make
each other happy. And both of us decided that the way we made each
other feel good, and the way YOU did it... they were different, but
neither one was better than the other. Me and Tina... we'd rather be
with you, but being with another girl is fine, too."

Looking to where Chris and Tina were occupied with each other again,
she continued by telling me, "It was a few days later and we were just
starting with each other again when Chris found us. She was surprised
at first, but not in a bad way. She wanted to know what it was like,
so Tina did it to HER first, and when they were done, Chris wanted to
know the other part and did it to me. Then we switched around, and I
did it to Chris, and she did it to Tina. Ever since then, we've been
doing stuff with each other. Not all the time or anything, but like if
we have trouble getting to sleep or something."

When she was done, I responded by telling her, "I told you, and your
mother told you, that there wasn't anything wrong with being with
another girl -- and both of us meant it. If you and one of your sisters
can be together and make each other happy, then that's all that
matters. There are people that would go crazy if they heard something
like that, so it's best if you don't talk about it except with someone
you really trust -- but you shouldn't EVER feel bad about it. Okay?" I
knew she'd pass along what I said to her sisters, and wanted to make
sure THEY knew to be careful.

She turned to give me another smile before nodding her head, then we
went back to watching the other two.

Over the course of the next several minutes, it became clear that Tina
and Chris were both getting closer and closer to completion. It had
been long enough since Chris had given me a blowjob that the sight and
smell and sounds of the two youngsters pleasuring each other began to
have an effect on me. It wasn't that I developed a full erection, but
I got close enough to it that Joanne felt it start pressing against
her ass. Without looking at me, she said "Good... You're close to being
hard again. I think you'll be wanting to use that thing before long."

Amused that she'd take having my cock nudging her butt in stride that
way, I was content to continue gently molesting her as we watched Tina
go through an orgasm. As soon as she was able, she raised her head and
returned to her previous activities, getting Chris off shortly
afterwards.

They were lying there getting their breath and energy back when Joanne
softly told me, "I'm starting to understand why you like to just sit
and look at us, sometimes. They're laying there, and both of them are
so pretty and sexy -- and then I think about what it's like to be with
them, and I feel so lucky that they're MY sisters... and that just makes
me want to look at them even more."

I gave her a soft hug, but didn't say anything for fear of causing her
to lose an idea that I hoped she'd keep with her forever.

A few minutes later, Chris and Tina both began to show signs of life
again. Joanne got off my lap and went out of the living room; she came
back a minute later with something in her hand. She sat down next to
her sisters, and took one of the two damp washcloths she had and began
tenderly wiping Chris's face. That revived the youngest of the three
enough to take the material and sit up before using it to clean the
area of her pelvis -- patently unconcerned about my presence or that I
might be watching. As soon as Chris had taken the one washcloth,
Joanne used the other to perform a similar service for Tina... and then
went on to finish the cleanup herself without Tina's input or
assistance. When both girls were sparkly clean and alert, Joanne took
the cloths again, and left. On her return, she unhesitatingly went to
take a spot on the blanket next to Chris.

Again, all three were fine with just lounging on the blanket for a
while, letting me look them over once more. With them in a different
arrangement and in different positions than last time, they made for
entirely new scenery -- not that it mattered to me.

After all that had happened that far, I expected that the next part of
the evening would begin when Tina came over to be with me while Joanne
and Chris were together. Aware that she'd had at least two orgasms
already, I was content to give Tina however much time she needed.

I wasn't disappointed in the slightest when Joanne and Chris moved a
little closer to each other and, after looking into each other's eyes
for several moments, leaned toward each other so they could kiss
briefly. After a few seconds, they did it again -- and a few moments
later, again. It was then that Tina got up and came over to take a
seat on my lap, her legs outside of mine as she leaned back against
me. I happily put my arms around her waist and held her as we watched
Joanne and Chris slowly increase the length and intensity of the
kisses they shared. Even before either of them had touched the other,
two pairs of nipples were beginning to erect in anticipation of even
more intimate contact.

On my lap, Tina squirmed a little before telling me, "The first few
times we were with each other by ourselves... after we were at your
house, I mean... Joanne and I, we kinda hurried a little bit to start
doing stuff with each other -- except that it didn't quite FEEL right,
and we started wondering if we were doing something wrong. Then we
remembered how you always start so slow and easy with us, and that we
were the same way with each other the first time. That's when we
realized that it really was best to take our time and enjoy things...
not just what we were doing to each other, but what we were feeling,
too. After that, every time we're together, it feels better and
better. The touching part is nicer, and it's easier to remember how
much we love each other, so that part of it is better, too. I don't
think Chris has ever tried to hurry things with either one of us; she
just seems to understand that slow is better."

Before us, Chris and Joanne had progressed to having a hand on each
other's waist while kissing deeply and lovingly. For my part, I began
slowly and softly caressing Tina's body from hips to shoulders while
deliberately avoiding her breasts; I was more interested in just
enjoying the feel of her soft, smooth skin, rather than trying to
arouse her. After I'd run my hands along her body a few times, Tina
turned her head to give me a smile before saying, "I always like it
when you touch me like that. You never tickle, and it feels nice --
'specially 'cause I know you're doing it because you just like
touching me, not 'cause you're trying to do anything sexy with me."

I took the opportunity to give her a soft kiss on the lips, and her
smile grew wider before she turned back to her sisters.

Both of us watched as Chris and Joanne slowly increased their efforts
with each other: hands that gradually approached tender young breasts
as we could see their kisses expand to trying to lick each other's
tonsils. Soon enough, each of the two sisters had her hand on the
other's breast and was delicately mapping its surface, paying
particular attention to its peak. Both were audibly breathing faster
and shallower as a result of their high levels of arousal. Even as I
was taking note of those facts, I watched Chris shift her kisses from
Joanne's lips to the older girl's throat.

As we continued watching her sisters, I began to detect the aroma that
was uniquely Tina's. Knowing that she was starting to become aroused
by the sight before us, I began edging my caresses of her body onto
the fringes of her lovely young mammaries -- and then onto them far
enough to include her erecting nipples and puckered areolas. From
there, it wasn't long until I'd shifted my attentions from her entire
body in favor of focusing them on the most obvious symbols of her
developing womanhood. My efforts were received with a small moan of
pleasure as she pressed her breasts into my hands in encouragement for
me to continue. I did so gladly, and didn't have the slightest
difficulty in getting the peaks of her warm mounds standing proud from
the surrounding flesh.

The scent of Tina's arousal was deep into my nose while my eyes took
in the sight of Chris nursing at Joanne's bust; beneath my hands, I
could feel Tina responding to my touches as I listened to aroused
pants and soft moans of pleasure from all of them. The combination of
all those inputs was enough to start arousing me again, and it wasn't
long until I could fell my semi-erect penis brushing against Tina's
cute ass.

A little more time passed, and I became even longer and harder; when
Tina realized what had happened, I heard her mutter, "Oh, god, yes!
That's what I've been waiting for!" before easing herself out of my
arms. She reversed the direction she was facing, then moved to get a
leg on each side of mine before backing up far enough that she could
lean forward and take my stiffening cock into her mouth. With one hand
cupping my balls, she used the other to begin stroking me as she
applied a combination of gentle suction and inspired tongue work to
encourage my member into further extension. Her efforts certainly had
the effect she was after, and achieved the desired results soon
enough. Satisfied that I was fully erect and likely to stay that way
for a while, Tina slid her mouth off of me, leaving a film of her
saliva behind.

Back on her knees again, Tina walked her way forward until her body
was right in front of mine. Thinking that she wanted me to use my
mouth on her breasts, I started to move in to fasten my lips around
one of her achingly-erect nipples -- only to have her stop me before I
could reach my target. I looked up at her in confusion, and heard her
say, "Jeff... I want you to make love with me."

Stunned (!), I could only ask, "Here? Now?"

With her looking into my eyes, I could see how serious she was as she
told me, "Here and now is FINE with me -- as long as we make love.
Chris and Joanne already know that I was going to try and get it to
happen, and I know they'd have like, a million questions afterwards --
so if they see us actually making love, then they won't have to ask me
so many things. I wanted it to happen last night, when I was in bed
with you... I mean, I told you how I feel about you and everything, and
after I told you I was on birth control, I thought you'd want to be
with me then. But you didn't; I guess I should have realized that you
wouldn't do anything with me unless I hit you over the head with it.
So that's what I'm doing: I'm telling you that I want us to make love
-- that I want you to be the one I give my cherry to, and that I want
us to be able to keep making love even after this. Joanne and Chris
are probably going to want to be with you, too, and that's fine... I
love them too much to be upset that they want to make love with the
same guy I do. I want us to make love, Jeff -- but I'm not going to bug
you about it, either. If you tell me you can't or won't, then I'll
never come to you about it again. But I won't come to you about
anything else involving sex, either. I'm not sure, but I don't think
Joanne or Chris would, either. I don't think that you'd die or
anything if you couldn't do anything with us -- but I know you'd always
wonder how we were doing, and worrying that something would happen
that hurt us. So you need to decide, now and tonight, how you're going
to answer me."

I normally don't respond well to threats. But I was actually listening
to what Tina told me, and understanding where it was coming from.
Honestly, it had never occurred to me that she'd been suggesting that
the two of us consummate our relationship the previous night... but as I
replayed it in my mind, it was easy enough to see that it SHOULD have
prompted me to do more than what I had. I also had to face the fact
that as much as I (mostly) and their mother(not so much) had told her
and her sisters that they needed to be grown up and be responsible,
this wasn't the time to chuck all that out the window and go all
Authoritarian on her. In effect, she was telling me that it was time
to either put up (make love with her) or shut up (effectively lose all
meaningful contact with her -- and possibly her sisters). So I did what
any mature, right-thinking, independent adult male of my age SHOULD do
when pressed, and under those circumstances.

I surrendered, unconditionally.

"I'd be honored and delighted to make love with you, Tina. Now and
however many other times there are for as long as you want."

For the life of me, I never have been able to figure out what all was
in the expression on her face at hearing that. Even so, it took only a
moment for her to tell me, "I... I've already found out everything I
wanted to know about this -- my first time, I mean. I left you slippery
on the outside, and I can feel how wet I am inside, so the only thing
I'm really concerned about is my hymen. I know you wouldn't do
anything to hurt me, but I'd still feel better if... if I was the one in
charge. That's why I want you on the bottom, so I can try to get you
inside however fast or slow I need to. Okay?"

"Of course it's okay, sweetheart," I answered, putting my hands on her
hips. I looked into her eyes as I told her, "I'm glad that you want us
to make love instead of just having sex, Tina. It makes me proud of
you, and love you that much more, knowing that you want this to be
extra special for both of us. Take however much time you need, and
whatever you do, don't hurt yourself, okay?"

Touched that I understood, she had a couple of tears in her eyes as
she shook her head to let me know that she'd do as I asked. She
managed to blink them away before she reached between her thighs and
then a little farther to take my erect penis in her hand. Holding it
gently but securely, she kept it steady as she sat back slightly and
got the head of it nestled between her slick labia and lightly
pressing against her virginal opening. Still looking at me, but
without saying anything, she began to let more and more of her weight
be applied to where our genitals were touching. I could feel the
incredibly tight ring guarding her womanhood begin to expand to
accommodate the head of my cock trying to slip through -- but progress
was slow, and it didn't feel to me like she was opening up enough.

After a minute or so, she seemed to reach the same conclusion and
raised up enough to relieve the pressure (and discomfort, I
suspected). A couple of minutes went by before she was ready to try
again; her second attempt wasn't any more successful than the first
even though it lasted longer. As she was catching her breath again, I
got her attention and told her, "Tina, sweetheart... I know you want it
to happen, and I'd be happy if it happened, too. But it looks to me
like maybe you're hurting yourself a little bit, the way you're going.
How about instead of trying to push yourself ON to me, maybe it would
be easier for you if you tried to relax yourself, and let me in."

It took her a few seconds to really get what I was telling her, but
when she did, she gave me a happy smile of understanding and said,
"Yeah, I think that'd be better, too, Jeff."

Several moments later, I felt her try a third time -- but with a
difference. Instead of trying to use her weight force herself onto me,
I could feel her willing her opening to accept the stretching it was
experiencing without trying to fight it. From the feel of things, she
was learning to be a lot more comfortable about what was happening to
her, and using her weight to maintain the gains she was making, as
opposed to trying to force progress. About the time that I felt her
approaching the crown of my manhood, I also felt a slight pressure
against the end of my cock. I quickly realized that it could only be
the ring of her hymen I felt, and looked closely at her face to see if
I could spot any pain or discomfort. After a couple of seconds, she
realized that I was watching her; after a second, she managed a small
smile at me and said, "I can feel it, too -- how your penis is pushing
my cherry. It doesn't actually hurt or anything; I just feel it kinda
pulling at me inside, is all. I'm okay -- really."

Slightly reassured by her tone as much as what she'd said, I remained
quiet... but continued to keep an eye on her as she slowly got herself
closer and closer to getting the head of my man-sized cock through her
virginal portal.

I'm sure that both of us could feel how incredibly close she was when
a small shift of her weight resulted in her slipping down the last
millimeter needed to get her past the largest part of my manhood. The
suddenness of it surprised me, and I heard her release a small squeak
before she was able to support her weight again. Once more, I was
looking closely at her when she did some kind of internal damage
analysis. Only when she'd finished it did she realize I was watching
her again; the smile she gave me far outstripped her previous meager
effort. Apparently seeing some change in my expression, she quickly
explained, "I was really surprised when that happened -- I mean, I
could feel you suddenly kind of POP into me. When that happened, I
felt something inside, too. It was a sudden sharp pain... kinda like
somebody suddenly poked me with a pin or something. But it was real
quick, and it didn't hurt that much, either. The way I feel inside,
now... with some of your penis in me and everything... I'm pretty sure it
was my cherry breaking that I felt. It doesn't hurt now, and it
doesn't feel like I'm being pulled inside like it was before. All I
can feel is you inside, stretching me -- but that part feels good!"
that last part with big self-satisfied grin.

As if demonstrating just HOW fine she felt, she wriggled her hips
around a little bit -- and surprising both of us when it resulted in
her settling a little farther onto my erection. Visibly pleased by
what had just happened, she promptly did it again and got slightly
less in the way of results. She looked at me in question, and I told
her, "It's been a little bit since you used your mouth on me, so I'm
starting to dry off a little bit. I'm sure you're plenty wet inside,
but the wetness isn't where you need it right now. I think you need to
move yourself around a little bit to help your juices get to where you
need them to be."

She considered that for a few moments, then did as I suggested.
Starting with simply raising and lowering herself a fraction of an
inch, she succeeded in getting enough of her oils moved around to make
it possible for her to do a few other things, as well -- such as
rocking her pelvis forward and back several times before switching to
a side-to-side motion... then moving on to trying to draw circles.

In addition to distributing her lubrication thoroughly, her movements
also served to ratchet up my arousal, since the sensation of her warm,
tight vagina moving around on the head of my cock was something
different than I'd ever experienced.

She didn't have any more difficulties getting herself settled on and
around my manhood. Any time she began to feel over-stretched, she'd
stop for a bit and we'd contrive to get her relaxed and comfortable
again -- my primary contribution being to play with her breasts and toy
with her nipples until she told me to stop (until the next time,
anyway). When she started to feel a bit too much "drag", she'd pause
long enough to do a few SpiroGraph(TM) moves with her pelvis and be ready
to go again. It wasn't but a few minutes until I felt her tight buns
come to rest on my thighs. It felt like there was still perhaps an
inch of my cock still outside her, but I had every confidence that it
would get the opportunity to enjoy the tight, wet confines of her
formerly-virginal snatch before all was said and done.

As she sat there with my hard cock deep in her, Tina got an expression
that bordered on ecstasy before she was able to tell me, "I just knew
that having a guy inside me had to feel good... I mean, that's what
penises and vaginas are FOR, right? But I never expected that it would
feel like this! It was a little uncomfortable at first, because you
felt HUGE in me -- but now... I'm getting used to it, and it just feels
so, so right... having periods and all that is worth it if this is what
I get to do!"

I couldn't help but be amused by her reaction to the feeling of being
filled by a hard cock the first time, and as much as I wanted to enjoy
it with her, there was something else for us to do that I suspected
she'd like even more.

She looked at me in confusion when she felt my hands pressing upward
from her waist, and asked, "What is it?"

Without saying a word -- anticipating the reaction I knew she'd have --
I kept doing it until she got the idea that I wanted her to raise up.
She did, a little, then kept going as long as she felt my hands
nudging her further and further upwards. Only when I felt that just
the head of my manhood was still in her did I take my hands completely
off her waist. Still looking at me in confusion, she started to settle
herself on me again; the confused look she had changed to one of awe
as she continued downward, feeling me slipping into her in a single
continuous motion that ended only when her ass settled on my thighs
again. With the end of her vertical journey, she shuddered for a
moment before declaring, "Oh, god, that was good!" and started to
raise up again on her own. Just as I'd guided her to do, she stopped
when she felt the head of my cock pressing against the back of her
vaginal opening, then lowered herself onto me again, a little faster
than she'd done the first time. She neither shuddered nor commented on
the experience, but there was no mistaking that she'd enjoyed it.

After she'd repeated her actions several more times, I put my hands on
her hips and got her to stop long enough for me to tell her, "You
don't have to go all the way up every time. Try seeing if anything
else feels good, too."

With a happy smile, she did just that -- spending the next few minutes
sliding herself up and down my glistening erection for a variety of
distances and at an assortment of speeds. I had some idea of how deep
her capacity for pleasure was, and wasn't surprised at all that she
gave every indication of enjoying every combination that she tried.
Beginning to pant slightly from her exertions, she happily told me, "I
like that -- a lot! But I'm getting a little tired like this... can we do
it another way that's easier?"

From the first time I'd seen her cute ass naked, I'd wanted to fuck
her from behind, so I could look at it while feeling her tight pussy
around my cock. It took only a moment for me to suggest, "If you're on
your hands and knees, I can be behind you -- that's easy on BOTH of
us."

She caught the implications of that, and I saw her nipples extend a
little more as she answered, "Yeah, I'd like that!"

I put my hands on her waist again, and helped steady her as she lifted
herself off of me. Tight as she was, there was a faint "pop!" as the
head of my cock pulled free -- prompting her to blush until she
realized that I was moving to my knees. She put her embarrassment
aside in favor of turning and leaning forward until she was supporting
herself. I moved behind her, and paused for a moment to savor the
sight of her stretched opening, glistening with her oils, bracketed by
the shiny parentheses of her dark and extended labia. Levering my
throbbing penis down, I eased myself close enough to get the end of it
wedged against the entrance to her girl chamber; with my manhood
securely positioned, I held her steady as I arched my hips forward,
filling her in a single slow stroke as she moaned her pleasure.

The change in our position meant that I was able to get that deprived
last inch of my cock through the clenching portal of her womanhood. In
doing so, I felt the end of my penis graze the deepest part of her
vagina -- and knew that I truly had filled her.

I don't know that Tina quite realized what had happened, or why having
my erection in her felt different; all she did was release a lusty
groan of satisfaction before trying to press herself back at me. That
didn't accomplish anything, of course, but I got the message easily
enough. Still holding her steady, I eased my way back out of her,
paused for only a moment, then filled her again. After several more
such cycles, I could feel the entire length of my manhood was
thoroughly coated with her juices... and that was when I set about
discovering how best to please and arouse her.

Just as when she'd been doing it, almost any movement of my stiff
member moving in her was acceptable; but I gradually found out that
some things I could do were more acceptable than others: she liked a
medium pace more than a faster or slower one; moving roughly half my
length in and out of her aroused her better than more or less; sliding
myself into her at one particular angle worked better for her than
others, and so on. Even as I was experimenting, Tina was getting more
and more excited, and moving ever closer to her first-ever vaginal
orgasm. I knew these were happening because not only was she slowly
getting wetter, but I could feel her slightly clenching around me more
often. Fortunately, the climax I'd had with Chris was still recent
enough that no matter how good it felt to be in Tina's hot, wet pussy,
there was simply no way that I was going to climax again any time
"soon".

That estimation of my situation was put to the test just a few minutes
after I'd settled into a motion that not only pleased Tina greatly,
but felt pretty damn good to me, too. As I'd promised myself I would,
I was looking down at Tina's incredible ass and shifting my attention
every so often to watch my glistening cock slide back and forth
between her shiny labia; I was entranced by the sight of the globes of
her ass clenching in counterpoint to my penetrations when I suddenly
felt her clamp down on me, becoming almost painfully tight. Before I
could do anything, she suddenly released a loud cry that was cut off
as I felt her vaginal muscles begin a rhythmic relax-and-reclench that
ran from the end of my cock to the base before starting again. It was
the damnedest thing I'd ever felt, and the sensation it created around
me was incredible; all I could do was hold myself inside her and
marvel at the feelings she was creating.

From the time it started until it finally tapered off couldn't have
been as much as fifteen seconds -- but those seconds are forever etched
into my memories. When her orgasm ended, I slowly began moving in her
again -- slowly because I was still somewhat in shock at what I'd just
experienced, and because I was half-afraid that if I picked up where
I'd left off, she'd do it again... and I wasn't entirely sure I could
withstand it.

To my relief, though, Tina didn't exhibit any tendency or intention to
repeat what she'd just experienced; instead, she simply went back to
getting progressively more aroused as I continued to piston myself in
and out of her tight, wet sheath. After a while, I began to feel the
effort of doing something that I hadn't done for entirely too long.
That's when I started changing things up every little bit: after
sliding myself into her as far as I could go, I'd gently bump my
pelvis against hers while I leaned over her so I could cup her breasts
in my hands and gently pinch and pull on her nipples; I'd back my way
out of her, then slowly slip the head of my cock back and forth
through the tight ring of her opening; or simply shift over to sliding
nearly my entire penis in and out of her several times before resuming
my previous actions.

All of the things that I did to her pleased her -- and to my surprise,
even seemed to help her enjoy what I did afterwards even more.

I was plunging myself in and out of her in a steady rhythm again when
she suddenly slipped into another orgasm. I felt her vagina clench
around me again, but there wasn't a repeat of the previous
reverse-milking of her internal muscles; instead, there was just a
regular tightening of her insides for a second or two before she
relaxed again... followed by another tightening as another wave of
release washed through her.

The end of her second orgasm since we'd changed positions left her
gasping and her head hanging down. Leaning forward, I put my arm
around her and got my mouth near enough to her ear to quietly ask her,
"Do you need me to slow down, or stop? What can I do?"

I could hear the tired lust in her voice as she answered, "No, I don't
want you to stop or slow down, exactly. Even this way, I'm getting a
lot more tired than I thought I would -- mostly from those wonderful
orgasms you're giving me. Would... would you mind if we change again? So
you're on top?"

I nibbled her earlobe a little bit, making her shudder and moan,
before answering, "No, I don't mind, sweetheart. If you want me on top
of you now, than that's what we'll do," and raised up again. As I
carefully eased myself out of her, I realized that she'd gotten wet
enough that the overflow of her juices had nearly soaked both her
pubic thatch AND mine. I quickly made a mental note to make sure she
got plenty to drink after we were done to replace all the fluids she'd
lost.

With my penis free of her intimate embrace, I was able to help her lie
down; she rolled over onto her back under her own power, and looking
up at me with a lusty gleam in her eyes, brought her knees up and
spread her legs -- unashamedly showing me her slightly drooling opening
nestled amid the dark wedge of her muff. I was more than willing to
get myself positioned over her, and she readily reached between us to
take my slick shaft and get me positioned where she wanted me. That
much accomplished, we looked at each other as I pressed myself into
her again, slowly burying myself in her as she groaned her pleasure at
the sensation.

Feeling bad about getting her that tired without realizing it, I
started out by slowly moving myself in and out of her, giving her a
little more time to get her energy back, while lowering my head so I
could suck on the peaks of her breasts and bring both of them to shiny
erectness. My plan to give her more time to pull herself together was
negated when I felt her arch her pelvis up toward me accompanied by a
mild complaint: "Dammit, Jeff! I want you to FUCK me!"... words that I'd
never heard her use before.

Having already accepted that she'd matured enough to make love if she
wanted to, it wasn't much farther to leaving her to decide for herself
how much lovemaking was enough or too much -- so I did as she wanted me
to.

I released the hard cylinder of her nipple from my lips, and in short
order I was shafting in and out of her appreciably faster than I had
been. As my speed increased, so did the sounds of pleasure coming from
Tina; after lowering my body and supporting my weight on my elbows, I
could feel her firm breasts shifting against my chest in time with my
thrusts into her tight channel. The two of us managed to exchange
several kisses before I lowered my head far enough to gently nibble on
her ear again. That earned me not only a deep moan of arousal, but the
sensation of her getting wetter around my hard cock as she arched
herself up in welcome to my penetrations.

As I continued thrusting myself into her, Tina brought her legs up and
wrapped them around my waist; some time later, she reached up to begin
running her hands up and down my back. Some time later, I felt her
using her heels to press against my ass to encourage me to penetrate
her farther and harder.

Like most men, I only had a finite amount of manhood to work with; and
I was reluctant to enter her with the kind of force that she seemed to
be wanting. I was able to satisfy her request by sliding myself into
her, then bumping my pelvis against hers... increasing the pressure
against her engorged clitoris, and dramatically raising her arousal
and desire. It didn't take much of that until I felt her vagina begin
an intermittent light tightening around me, along with her fingernails
beginning to dig into my back. By that point, I'd pretty thoroughly
recovered from the fine blowjob Chris had given me, and had been
enjoying the fell of Tina's tight, wet womanhood long enough that the
added snugness of her was starting to feel pretty damn good. Good
enough, in fact, that I figured there was a better-than-fair chance
that her next orgasm would be enough to set ME off -- and I was about
ready for it, since making love with her so long was tiring me out
more than a little bit.

So having a good idea of how close she was, and knowing that her
release would be the end of things for the two of us for the evening,
I concentrated my efforts on doing what I could to ensure that her
next orgasm would be soon and strong enough to satisfy BOTH of us.

A few more minutes, and Tina had stopped pressing her heels into my
ass in favor of simply locking her legs around my waist and lifting
her pelvis off the floor so I could penetrate her as deeply and easily
as possible, along with digging her nails into my back even harder as
she groaned almost constantly. The clenching of her vagina got strong
and frequent enough that just about the only thing that made it
possible for me to keep pistoning in and out of her was how incredibly
wet she was: I could feel that my balls were soaked with the surplus
of her oils, and the slapping of our loins had a distinctly liquid
tone.

It seemed like it took almost no time at all before I heard Tina start
to cry out, only to have it cut off at the same time I felt her hot
sheath clamp down around me. At the ragged edge of release myself, I
tried to stuff as much of my hard cock as I could into her, as much to
enjoy the feel of her as anticipation of finding my own release.

The sensation of her wet insides rhythmically clenching around me
easily moved me to the edge of my own climax; when her internal
muscles began a slight fluttering when they relaxed, the novelty of
the sensation was more than sufficient to trigger my attempt to fill
her woman's chamber with the hot jets of my cum.

I don't know if Tina actually felt my cum hitting the back wall of her
vagina, or just the changes in my erection, but she opened her eyes
briefly and groaned, "Oh, god..." about the time the second spray of
semen erupted from me.

My climax tapered off only shortly ahead of the end of the tremors
that had coursed through her fading. Both of us were more than a
little sweaty, panting, and flushed from what we'd experienced
together. I was somehow managing to hold my weight off of her when a
soft voice told me, "When you can, if you can get off her, we can help
both of you."

I actually had to turn my head and see Joanne sitting on her feet
nearby before remembering that she and Chris had been involved with
each other when Tina let me know she was ready to become a woman.

Thoughts about anything else would have to wait until later; just
then, all I could manage to do was nod my understanding to her before
letting my head hang down as I tried to get my breath back. I was
gathering my energy to do as Joanne had suggested when I felt Tina
begin to move slightly. Wanting to make sure that she was okay and got
whatever help she might need was all it took to get me started.
Slowly, and with somewhat exaggerated movements because I didn't trust
my fine motor control, I got myself from over Tina and off to the side
before lowering myself to one side and then letting myself roll over
onto my back.

Almost immediately, I saw Joanne's head appear, and she wanted to know
what she could do. The first thing out of my mouth was, "Make sure
Tina has plenty to drink."

Joanne smiled wrily in response before answering, "Um, yeah... we kinda
figured that one out already. What about you?"

"Big glass water first. Thirsty. Sandwich soda good, too -- tired."

"I'm not surprised by either one of those. Hold on a bit, okay?"

I nodded, and she disappeared from view. I turned my head and saw that
Tina was close by. I got an arm close enough to her that I was able to
take her hand in mine. I saw her eyes open, and a second later, she
turned her head to look at me. I will always remember the expression
she had on her face -- a mixture of absolute joy, physical satiation,
and unconditional love all let me know how she felt about giving her
virginity to me. It wasn't until a few moments had passed that she
seemed to realize that I had her hand in mine, but when she did, she
gave me a beatific smile that touched my heart.

We couldn't have been lying there very long when I heard someone come
into the living room. Turning my head again, I was able to see that it
was two someones: Joanne and Chris. When they split up, I realized
that I'd drawn Joanne as my caretaker while Chris tended to Tina.

Sitting on the floor next to me, Joanne picked up a large glass of
water with one of those bendy hospital-type straws sticking out of it.
She got it close enough that I could latch onto the straw, and nothing
my life has ever tasted as good as the first sip of the deliciously
cool water that hit my tongue.

I knew better than to try and drink all the water at once, and after a
few swallows, rid myself of the straw so I could tell Joanne, "Make
sure Tina only gets a little bit to drink at a time; otherwise she
might get sick or stomach cramps."

"We know," Joanne answered. "But tell us anything else you think of,
in case we forget anything."

With my straw back in my mouth, I nodded before taking a few more
swallows and pausing again.

Seeming to recognize that I was alert (if nowhere near fully
recovered), Joanne told me, "I don't know when you and Tina, uh,
started, 'cause Chris and I were pretty involved ourselves. We didn't
even know anything was going on with you and Tina until after we'd
finished. I mean, I was kinda wondering why nobody was there to help
us when we'd helped you, so I looked around to see where you were. I
never even thought I'd see you and Tina together like that, and it
surprised me a LOT. I looked over at Chris, and saw that she was just
opening her eyes, so I got over next to her and kept her quiet until I
could tell her what was going on. She was even more surprised than I
was! Neither one of us was going to do anything that might, um,
disturb you, so we just sat there and stayed quiet. Except that
neither one of us could help watching," the last accompanied by a
blush.

"S'okay," I told her, and after a moment, she went on, "God, it was SO
sexy, watching you, and both of us got SO excited that we started
touching each other again... you know, between our legs. And when we had
our orgasms, it was all we could do to stay quiet, 'cause they were
incredible for both of us from being able to see what you and Tina
were doing. We could tell that she really liked it a LOT, and both of
us are so happy for her. She told us that she wanted you to be the one
she gave her virginity to, but we didn't know when it was going to
happen -- or even IF it was. Anyway, Chris and I kept watching you and
Tina, and we could tell that both of you were probably going to need
way more help than we did, so we were ready when you and Tina...
finished. Even before you said anything to me, we'd already seen how
wet Tina had gotten -- it was really surprising -- and figured that
she'd need a lot to drink to make up for all THAT."

I'd been taking a couple swallows of water every so often as Joanne
had been talking, so by the time she'd let me know what had gone on, I
was nearly finished. She saw that the glass was almost empty, and took
it from me, saying, "If you can sit up a little bit, I brought you a
PBJ and a soda. While you're taking care of those, I'll clean you up."
The last part of that was accompanied by a mischievous smile, but I
was still feeling too wrung out to care. With a little bit of
assistance from Joanne, I found that I was able to sit up about
halfway and lean back against the couch. After handing me half my
sandwich and a cold can of soda, Joanne scooted back a little bit --
then casually leaned forward and took my shrunken and sticky cock in
her hand, lifted it up, and proceeded to lick and suck it clean of my
and Tina's juices. I heard a small gasp next to me, and turned to see
that Tina was in a similar position, with Chris happily providing an
equivalent service.

Even though I was utterly incapable to responding, I greatly
appreciated Joanne's efforts, as well as her thoroughness and
attention to detail. When she was done, I'd have easily passed any
shortarm inspection ever given.

With both of us fed, watered, and groomed, there wasn't anything to
prevent Tina and me scooting toward each other so I could put my arm
around her as she snuggled into my side. I gave her a soft hug, and
when she looked up at me, matched it with a kiss to her lips. There
was no mistaking the happiness in her eyes when she lowered her head
again and rested it against my chest.

After a bit, I heard her tell me, "Thank you, Jeff. I wanted my first
time to be special, and trusted that you could make that happen -- and
you did... even more than I would have dared ask. It didn't hurt
anywhere near what I was afraid it would, and getting you inside me
was easier and faster than I'd expected -- and I'd have been happy with
just that much. But you helped me find so much more to enjoy and be
happy about. And not only that, but gave me three WONDERFUL orgasms
along the way. I can already tell that I'm going to be a little bit
sore inside tomorrow... but it's okay, because it's from you making me a
woman, and every time I feel it, I'll remember how good you were to
me, and how you made me feel. I've said this before, and I'll say it
again now, because there's nothing else I could say that would come
even close to meaning the same thing: I love you."

I hugged her close to me and leaned my head over to press my cheek
against her head before answering, "I love you, too, sweetheart. I
wanted to make things good for you, and I'm glad I did -- not for me,
but for you."

Nearby, I could see that Chris and Joanne were both blinking back
tears. From the way they were looking at Tina, then me, it was easy
enough to tell that they were happy for her and touched by what we'd
said to each other. They remained quiet and still while Tina and I
held each other, but after a while I saw them starting to fidget a
little bit. It only took a moment for me to realize that they were
most likely anxious to get the chance to quiz Tina about all that had
happened. I wasn't only not upset, but willing to encourage Tina to do
just what they wanted so that they'd have the chance to learn that
much more before deciding to take that final step.

It was when I heard and felt Tina yawn next to me that I remembered
that we were undoubtedly staying up much later than they usually did.
Claiming to be old and worn out, I took responsibility for calling an
end to the evening. All three of them protested, but it was obvious
that their hearts weren't really in it. The three of them unabashedly
watched as I got dressed again (at least enough to get home), then
proceeded to give me goodnight kisses that made it MORE than clear how
happy I'd made them that evening. Before leaving for my house, I gave
each of them got their usual pat on the butt.

The next day was pretty much like any Saturday -- with the exception of
Tina's coming over shortly after lunch. When I asked, there wasn't
anything in particular that she wanted other than to sit on my lap.
She was perfectly content to stay there with my arms around her for
nearly the entire afternoon, releasing the occasional pleased/happy
sigh. Chris and Joanne both stopped by as well, and on seeing their
sister, just smiled and left her alone.

The rest of the time before Jean came back home, the girls kept to
themselves most of the time. They came over at my invitation to join
me for supper and a movie on Monday evening, but went back to their
house as soon as it was over.

I knew when Jean got home, but didn't actually see her until a couple
of days later when she came over to thank me for keeping an eye on the
girls. She told me that she'd been surprised and pleased to come back
and find the place in as good of a shape as she'd ever seen it. We
were sitting at opposite ends of my couch each sipping on a beer when
she told me, "The only thing that threw me off was something I didn't
notice until yesterday afternoon."

"What's that?" I asked, unconcerned.

"There was a spot of some kind in front of the couch. I tried
vacuuming it, but it just didn't want to come up. I finally got a damp
cloth and went after it; it was after I'd been working on it for a few
minutes that I realized what it was: semen."

Keeping my equanimity as best I could, I silently said a brief prayer
of thanks that I was holding my beer instead of drinking from it when
she'd said that. I was watching her closely as she went on to say,
"Jeff, I'm about as sure as I can be that something happened between
you and one of the girls -- and I think I've got a pretty good idea of
what it was. I told you that as long as none of them came home crying
or bleeding, I wouldn't say anything about what happens between you
and them, and I won't. Whatever it was, there isn't a doubt in my mind
that not only was it consensual on both sides, but that it was...
satisfactory to whichever one of them it was. NONE of them gives even
the slightest indication that anything is different about her, or that
anything wrong has happened. If anything, they're happier than I think
I've ever seen them. After being away from them like that, since I've
gotten home, it really hit home for me how different they are from
this time a year ago. Every one of them is more thoughtful -- in BOTH
connotations -- and mature and responsible. And on top of that, they
seem more confident in themselves, more affectionate, and more
patient. All in all, it's a major change in them, and one I'm glad to
see. I'm absolutely certain that you're at the source of most of it,
and I want you to know that I'm as grateful as I can be that you've
helped turn my three female hellions into young ladies that I'm MORE
than just proud of."

With that, she lifted her bottle and tipped it toward me in salute; I
returned the gesture and smiled before telling her, "Whatever I may
have done that helped them turn out the way they have, it only
happened because they were good girls to start with -- I was just lucky
enough to be able to point them in the direction they needed to go."

Jean snorted and told me, "I'm not going to believe that any more than
any other story you come up with -- but it doesn't sound like you want
to talk about it, either, so I'll just drop it after I tell you one
last thing: whatever you've done, and whatever you do, I'm glad that I
trusted them with you." With a grin, she added, "Just try not to stain
anything else, okay?"

It was my turn to to salute her, after that; then I got the subject
changed by asking her how the classes had been, and if she'd had any
fun.

From then until over a month after school started, the visits I got
from the girls were much the same as before... the sole exception, of
course, being Tina. The first time she came over after her
defloration, she was perfectly fine with the two of us necking for a
little while, and then engaging in a leisurely period of "69". But it
was when I guided her off of me and turned around so I could position
myself between her parted legs that she really came alive --
practically radiating her joy as she hesitantly told me, "I... I was
afraid that it was just that one time... that you were with me like that
just because I asked you to, and it was my first time."

I used my lips on hers to make it clear as could be how I felt about
her before saying, "Sweetheart, I told you I'd make love with you
however many times you want, and I meant it. You found out the other
night what it's like to make love completely. Now you can start
putting together everything else you've learned so you can get the
MOST out of making love -- and I'm here to help you with that part,
too."

Pleased to hear that, she looked both eager and ecstatic as she
reached out and pulled my head down so she could kiss me to within an
inch of my life. When our lips finally separated, I began teaching her
what making love was really all about. After we were done, she was
still a bit unsteady in the shower, but had gotten herself back
together by the time she finished getting dressed again. When she was
ready to leave, I picked her up in my arms and kissed her fiercely
before letting her down again and giving her the customary pat on the
ass.

From then on, it was entirely up to her whether the two of us made
love or not. If we did, she proved to be an enthusiastic lover,
willing to learn, and eager to apply her lessons.

The beginning of October, Jean was over to visit and while the two of
us were talking, she mentioned that the employees at the company where
she worked were having a big Halloween party; they'd made arrangements
to rent a club, and were going so far as to offer prizes for the best
costume: $500 for best costume, $350 for second place, and $250 for
third. Judging would be based half on how the costume looked at work
and half on how it looked in the club. She said something several
times about wishing she could think of something really good so she'd
have a chance at one of the prizes. That got my attention, and I asked
her if she had anything in mind -- that if she wanted, I'd help her any
way I could. We got started talking about it, and finally settled on
fitting her out as an android. She wasn't entire sure it would work,
but I was confident enough to promise her that if she didn't win one
of the prizes, I'd give her a couple hundred dollars just for trying.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, she was coming over
almost every night so we could work on it. I was providing most of the
"technology" we were going to include, by way of the inevitable scrap
materials from our fabrication facility. In addition, I paid some of
the fab people out of my own pocket to do a little enhancement on
surplus bits of aluminum and the like -- a bit of light machining to
reshape various bits of aluminum stock scrap to suggest or resemble
human joints or bones, making a "slug" from a sawed hole look like an
access panel, and so on. With those, some scraps of mylar film, a few
repurposed circuit boards, and a negligible amount of engineering on
my part, it didn't take much to make her costume actually plausible.
With that accomplished, it was on to settle on the human part of the
costume. By the time we were done, we had something that was going to
knock people's socks off.

A couple of days before the party, we got the girls over to my place
easily enough with the promise that they could finally see the whole
costume the way Jean was going to wear it. Seated in my living room,
they were nearly vibrating in place as Jean and I went back to get her
decked out. Once we were done, she followed me down the hallway, but
waited out of sight so I could talk to the girls a moment and give her
a proper build-up.

When she finally walked in, all three of the girls could only sit
there in stunned silence; the stuff I'd brought home from work served
to make it look like Jean's shoulder and hip joints were metallic, and
a combination of a few other aluminum bits and the scrap boards
(modified to have small blinking LEDs) gave whoever looked at her
every reason to believe that they were actually part of her, they
blended in with her skin so well. It had been easy enough to give one
of her hands the appearance of being entirely artificial, and the
addition of a few small concealed touch switches let her do things
like turn on a laserpointer that was pointed at a piece of reflective
plastic in front of one eye (it had a small hole drilled in it that
she could see through) -- giving the appearance that she had a laser
beam coming out of that eye. Another of the switches caused a couple
of small hidden speakers to emit a random assortment of beeps and
boops for a few seconds, sounding like she was possibly uploading or
downloading data. The last turned on a VERY small motor that was
hidden behind a short section of "wiring" at her throat; when turned
on, it was enough to vibrate her vocal cords, making her voice sound
artificial. With the plain black shift she'd come up with to wear
while at work (she'd take it off when she got to the club), she gave
every indication of being from an android factory, and that someone
had just tossed clothing on her for the sake of propriety. When she
undid the buttons on the shoulder straps, however, and let the shift
fall to the floor, she made an entirely different impression on the
viewer: that her primary android occupation was as a sex droid: she
had on a surprisingly brief pair of bikini bottoms that showed off her
waist, hips, and ass to DAMN good effect; her bust was covered with
mylar film that hugged her shape well enough that it should have been
clear to a blind man that she was female. In between were just a few
more circuit board and aluminum bits... enough to continue the android
theme, but not enough to get in the way of a nice expanse of smooth,
flawless skin. When she turned around, it took only a couple of shaped
aluminum pieces along her spine to complete the android effect.

As the girls sat there staring at her, Jean used the switches to run
through the various effects she could employ; all of them jumped when
the laser seemed to come out of her eye, and the robotic effect added
to her voice made their jaws drop. She was standing there waiting to
hear what they thought when Joanne finally found her voice and said,
"Wow. I mean... wow. You look like something that came out of the
MOVIES... except you're way sexier than anything I've ever gotten to
see!" making Jean laugh; the motor at her throat was still on, and she
sounded seriously creepy. She quickly turned it off, and sounded like
a real person again when she answered, "Good! That's just what I'm
shooting for." A second later, she asked, "It looks okay with the
dress on?"

Chris answered with, "Yeah, you look great. I mean, I know you don't
REALLY look like that, but still..." unable to take her eyes off Jean.

To that, Tina added, "Seriously, Mom: you really do look like you
belong in some outer space movie, or something -- at least, with the
dress on. When you take it off, you look sexy as all get-out!"

She still looked a trifle uncertain, so I took her by the
(non-metallic) hand and led her back to my bedroom. After telling her
to close her eyes, I got her facing the bedroom door which had a
full-length mirror on the back of it. After making sure she'd be able
to see herself, I had her open her eyes again -- and she gasped when
she got the full effect of the entire costume. She'd naturally seen
bits and pieces of it as we got them sized and shaped to fit her, but
I'd deliberately avoided having all of it together until then. As she
stood there staring at herself, Joanne came in with the dress; I had
Jean close her eyes again, and she readily complied, knowing what I
was going to do. When it was hanging from her shoulders again, she
opened her eyes and saw for herself that the WORK costume part of
things looked just fine; it was when the dress was off of her that the
whole orientation of things changed.

The day of the party (Friday; Halloween was the next day), she called
ME at work during her lunch hour, ecstatic with how well her costume
was going over. Several people had come right out and asked her how
she was keeping all the parts on, and her company's IT people kept
coming by and asking to see if they could figure out how she was doing
the different effects. She claimed that a few people didn't seem
entirely certain that they weren't seeing the REAL her, laughing. I
laughed with her and said I'd expect to hear how she did with the
contest before we ended the call.

Shortly after I'd finished supper, I heard from her again. She was at
the party, and they'd already conceded that she'd won first place;
they were still trying to figure out who would get second and third.
She told me (and I could easily believe) that the entire place had
gotten quiet when she walked in without the dress she'd had on at
work. Much to her amusement, a couple of guys from work that
frequently tried to get her to go out with them were too shaken up by
her appearance to approach her at the party. I congratulated her on
winning, and she laughed again before telling me, "I guess you're off
the hook for that money you promised me. Thanks, Jeff!"

I laughed with her, and after she told me she'd be staying there for a
while (I got the impression that "for a while" translated into "until
closing time"), and that was the end of the call.

The next day, Jean came over again, and practically hugged the life
out of me while holding the check they'd given her. I congratulated
her again, and took advantage of the opportunity she was giving me to
hug her and slide my hands up and down her body (not including the
more interesting parts, sadly). She also showed me a picture of the
three winners of the costume contest; it was plain as could be that
she'd far outclassed anyone else. She promised me a copy of the photo,
and after giving me a kiss that left no doubt about how happy she was,
she left again.

Halloween was actually kind of a non-event for me: I wasn't into
looking at the various costumes, and didn't care for the idea of
getting up every few minutes to issue everyone a ration of candy -- so
I'd rigged a few effects out in my yard and along the walkway to the
street, set up an automatic candy dispenser, and called it good
enough. That left me with my entire evening free to do whatever the
hell I wanted, undisturbed.

I'd heard from the girls that they'd all been invited to different
Halloween parties, and figured that I'd be absent their company. I
found out differently when Joanne surprised me by turning up shortly
after dark. I let her in, and she told me that she'd decided that she
didn't want to bother with going to any parties... that there were other
things she'd rather do. I didn't ask what those were, figuring she'd
have told me if she wanted me to know. I sat down on the couch again,
and she seemed perfectly happy to tuck herself into my side and watch
TV with me.

When it got late enough, I said that I thought it was about time for
bed; Joanne readily stood up when I did. I wished her good night, only
to have her take one of my hands and hold it between hers. Looking at
her in curiosity, I asked, "What is it?"

She took a deep breath and answered, "It's only good night if you want
it to be, Jeff. I came over hoping that I'd be able to spend the
night."

"Sure, you can spend the night, if you want. Let me get you a pillow, though..."

Her hold on my hand kept me from going anywhere while she told me,
"No, I don't mean just stay out here. I want to spend the night... with
you. And... and if you will, I'm hoping that you'll make love with me."

I knew I was staring at her, but couldn't help myself as she
explained, "I was thinking about this even before Tina decided she
wanted her and you to be together. But I know that sometimes I kinda
start thinking I want to do something that I don't really want to. So
I kept quiet about it, and started really thinking about it like I
knew I should. That's why I can tell you that I'm not here because of
what you did with Tina, or anything she's said, or because I'm afraid
you'd be with Chris before me or anything else. I want to sleep and
make love with you tonight because I know that this is what's right
for ME."

Looking at her, I asked, "Isn't your mom going to be worried about you
being over here all night?"

She smiled and answered, "I don't think so. I asked her if it would be
okay if I stayed over here tonight, and she said it was okay with her
if it was okay with you. I think she knew I wanted something to
happen, because she gave me a hug and told me she loved me and not to
worry or be afraid."

That sure sounded to ME like Jean figured what Joanne was after, too,
which set my mind at ease -- mostly.

Putting my other hand outside of hers so I could hold it, I told her,
"Joanne, if you're sure this is what you want, and I'm the one you
want it to happen with, then I'll do the best I can to make it good
and right for you."

She brightened considerably for a bit, then looked hesitant as she
told me, "I know you wouldn't hurt me or anything, but I don't think
that I'm ready for anything like what happened with Tina..."

I smiled in reassurance before telling her, "That's fine, honey. I
knew I'd gotten a little carried away after that, too. I promise, I'll
just try to make you happy -- but not too much."

She smiled back, and each of us let an arm fall to our sides so we
could hold hands as we made our way back to my bedroom. Once there,
she helped me turn down the covers before we began undressing. I could
see that she was a little nervous, but there wasn't any indication
that she was actually afraid.

As each of us finished getting naked, we slipped into bed; Joanne was
there waiting for me, and I didn't hesitate to move behind her and put
an arm around her as we spooned. Perhaps a minute went by before she
told me, "I'm not afraid of being with you -- I mean, I'm not worried
about when my cherry breaks, or that you'll be too big for me, or
anything like that. It's just that this is all new to me -- of course!
-- and I'm not sure what to expect. I'm pretty sure you'll be okay, but
I don't know how I'll do."

I gave her shoulder a soft kiss and hugged her close as I told her,
"I'm glad you're not afraid, honey. But you don't have to be nervous
about anything, either. You'll be fine... and I know that because I'm
going to do whatever I have to to make SURE you're fine. I know how to
make you happy and feel good, and that's just what I'm going to do. It
won't be making love unless both of us like what happens, and more
than anything else, I want YOU to be happy when we're done. Okay?"

I could hear the trust and confidence in her voice when she answered,
"Okay, Jeff. You've never lied to me before, and I know you aren't
doing it now."

She rolled over onto her back, and moved my hand to her breast before
telling me, "I looked up a whole bunch of stuff when I started
thinking about not being a virgin any more, and I found out a lot of
things that I had to think about. I learned about the different
positions we could be in, and what ways would be easiest for me, and
what other women wished had been different and how, and a lot more. I
thought about all the stuff I learned, and figured out how much of it
I could use to make things happen the way I want them to. I knew what
parts you'd already do, so all I want to do is tell you the little bit
that's left over."

I gave her breast a gentle caress as I answered, "Of course, dear."

"The first thing... I know I don't have to, but I was hoping you'd be
okay with being the one on top of me. You know, the one they call the
missionary position. That isn't the easiest one, but I want to feel
like you're there protecting me, and so we can kiss and everything.
The other thing is that after you, you know, climax in me, I'd like it
if you could try to stay inside me as long as you can unless I say
different. I... I'm pretty sure I'm going to like having you inside me,
and I was hoping we could stay like that as long as we can."

After a soft kiss to her lips, I told her, "Neither one of those is
even a LITTLE problem, sweetheart."

I waited a little bit, but there didn't seem to be anything else she
felt she needed to say; she just lay there looking up at me in
complete trust and confidence. When I realized that she was waiting
for ME (just as I was waiting for her), I lowered my head and touched
my lips to hers as softly and chastely as I could. Our kiss wasn't
long, but there was no mistaking the love we shared with each other.
Pulling my head back from hers, we looked at each other as she told
me, "Please, Jeff... make love with me, and help me learn what it's like
to be a woman."

I kissed her again, doing my best to let her know that I found her to
be attractive and desirable. In return, she made abundantly clear what
it was she wanted. As our kisses continued to grow in length, they
also grew in intimacy and desire; along the way I began moving my hand
on her lithe young body, softly stroking whatever parts of her
happened to strike my fancy -- her belly, her waist, her bust, the soft
fur of her pelvis... even her shoulders and throat felt my tender touch.

She didn't say or do anything to indicate she wanted me to move any
faster, and I wasn't about to try to hurry her in the slightest. That
meant that I got to continue enjoying the feel of her young body under
my hands as our kisses became even more intimate and impassioned.

When I figured she was sufficiently aroused, I gradually shifted my
lips away from hers so I could try to increase her desire even more by
kissing her throat and shoulders, gently nibbling her earlobes, and
then on to begin applying soft kisses all over her torso, intermixed
with softly nibbling at her skin with my lips. It wasn't until I heard
her start softly moaning her desire that I focused my attentions on
the delightful mounds of her breasts -- giving random spots on the
brief licks, tenderly sucking on them at various places OTHER than her
erect nipples and crinkled areolas, taking the firm shafts of her
nipples and rolling them between my teeth, and finally taking the hard
peaks of her mammaries into my mouth and carefully 'chewing' on them
as I tried to suck them to even greater extension.

Her hands were in my hair most of the time as she held my head close
to her bust; once I'd brought her areolas and nipples to full
attention, I started kissing and licking my way down her body. Once it
was clear where I was going, she lifted my head to tell me, "I want us
to do that together."

It was her time, so I simply nodded my head and smiled before moving
to lie on my back. It took her only a few moments to get herself
positioned over me; before I could lift my head, she'd taken hold of
my semi-erect penis and moved it around so she could take the entire
length of it between her lips.

Before I could extend my tongue to make initial contact with Joanne's
labia, she was using HER tongue to begin teasing and massaging my
penis. As her efforts began to have their effect, I was doing my best
to get her ready for the loss of her virginity. Two things needed to
happen to make getting my full-sized erection into her still-young
womanhood: having her as relaxed as possible to minimize any
discomfort, and for her to be as wet and lubricated as could be
managed to make it possible. While she was busy getting me erect so I
could make love with her, I went about doing the things that I knew
affected her most with the goal of getting her through at least one
orgasm -- figuring that that would leave her in a condition to accept
the loss of her hymen and the introduction of my cock to her unused
vagina as easily as could be managed.

Over the course of the next little while, I was still happy to lap up
any of her nectar that I could find... but I was careful not to make any
effort to draw it out of her. For her part, Joanne was content to
apply herself to getting me erect without stimulating me any more than
necessary -- something that I was grateful for.

My activities between Joanne's smooth thighs included such things as
licking and gently sucking on her engorged labia, tonguing her
clitoris in a variety of ways and at an assortment of pressures and
speeds, and pressing the end of my tongue against her opening as part
of lapping up the overflow of her oils. Along with that, I was moving
my hands from the firm globes of her ass in favor of caressing as much
of her body as I could... even reaching between us so I could tend to
her warm mammaries. I was having the desired effect on her, and she
began arching her pelvis slightly as her pleasure steadily approached
the breaking point.

I was fluttering my tongue across her clitoris when she went over the
edge into an orgasm. Though her clit promptly hid itself from me, I
continued to use my flattened tongue over the general area while her
body spasmed over mine; I stopped only when the last wave of her
release had faded.

When I could feel that her breathing was more-or-less back to normal,
I put my hand on her hip and gave it a little nudge; I had to do it a
second time before she started to move. I helped guide her leg over my
head, but after that she was able to move off of me on her own on her
way to sitting up. I matched her position next to her (but facing the
other way) before putting my arms around her and giving her a hug as I
softly kissed her forehead, then her lips. When I pulled my head back,
we looked at each other for a second before I told her, "Joanne, we
can stop now, or we can go on... it's up to you, and I'm fine with
either one."

She didn't hesitate a moment to tell me, "I want to go on."

I shifted myself around a bit so we were facing the same direction,
and carefully guided her down onto her back before stretching myself
out next to her. Lowering my head, we exchanged several kisses --
starting at gentle and loving, and rapidly moving up the scale before
I broke them off in favor of nibbling her ear for a bit, then slowly
kissing my way down her body until I could take the peak of one of her
breasts between my lips. I happily spent a few minutes bringing both
mammaries to hardened peaks before slowly moving my legs between hers.

Once I was laying over her, she looked up at me in complete trust as
she softly told me, "I love you, Jeff -- more than I thought I could
love someone that wasn't family. I'm positive this is what I want to
do, and there isn't a doubt in my mind that you're the one I want to
do it. Please... make me a woman, and show me what making love is all
about."

Having said that, Joanne brought her knees up and parted her legs,
making herself as available to me as she could. I reached between us
and got the head of my erection between the fleshy gates bracketing
her opening. I moved the end of my cock up and down a little bit to
get it wetted with her oils, only to have it nearly saturated before I
could get myself softly wedged against the entrance to her sheath.
With me ready to start, she moved her hands to my sides and nodded
that she was ready.

We looked into each other's eyes, and I watched her closely as I began
to press myself into her -- starting out mildly so she'd know that I
wasn't going to hurt her. As I slowly increased the force I applied, I
felt her trying to get control of the tight ring of her opening -- and
as she did, begin to accept the stretching that my erect penis was
causing. I continued to watch her, and didn't see any indication that
she was in pain; she started to look uncomfortable a couple of times,
but as soon as she did, I eased up until it passed.

Slowly, in fits and starts, more and more of my manhood began to slide
into her. when we got to the point that over half the head of my cock
was in her, I felt the slight pressure of her maidenhead against the
end of it; as I edged my way even farther into her, the pressure
increased... but only slightly, and without seeming to bother her.

Finally, with only a slight nudge, I felt the entrance to her
womanhood slip past the crown of my erection, clenching around me
right behind the head. I backed off immediately, and to my surprise,
she looked a bit more relaxed after that happened than she had before.
Seeing the expression on my face, she told me, "Just a second ago...
right before you stopped, I felt something change inside me -- it was
like all of a sudden, everything relaxed. I never actually hurt or
anything, it's just that it was easier than it was before."

I wiggled around slightly, and realized that I couldn't feel her hymen
against the end of my penis any longer. I smiled as I looked down at
her and said, "You probably know this already, but I think that was
your hymen giving up. I could feel it at first, but not now."

She gave me a Mona Lisa smile before saying, "Yeah, that's what I
figured, too. That was a lot easier than I was afraid it was going to
be. Now that that's out of the way, all that's left is for you to
finish getting inside me and we can start making love."

Giving her time to get used to having even just that much of me inside
her formerly unused womanhood, I waited until Joanne arched herself up
at me to start pressing myself into her again. With the largest part
of me already past the smallest part of her, and the more than ample
supply of her oils to smooth the way, it didn't take very long until
my pelvis was pressed against hers -- to her obvious satisfaction. As I
again held myself still so she could adjust to being thoroughly filled
with my erection, she absently said, "It feels so good... so right..."
before looking up and telling me, "You feel huge in me -- but now I
know what it's like to be a woman... and I'm glad."

Hearing that she was happy and (apparently) comfortable, I started to
ease myself out of her... slowly, so she could let me know if she was
having any problems. She wasn't, and I stopped when about half my
manhood had escaped her incredibly tight and hot confines. As I
pressed myself back into her, she closed her eyes and released a soft
moan of pleasure at the sensation of being completely filled again.
Her reaction was enough to get me to do it again, but not stopping
until only the head of my cock was encased in her before reversing
direction; the sound that drew from her was of deep satisfaction.

It took just a couple of minutes to get into a slow rhythm of
pistoning myself in and out of her hot, wet sheath as she moaned her
pleasure and arched herself up at me in welcome to each penetration.

I lowered my head, and the two of us were able to exchange several
kisses before her need to breathe gave me the excuse and opportunity
to shift my oral attentions farther down her body; it was a bit
awkward and uncomfortable, but I was able to capture the dark summits
of both of her breasts in turn, licking and sucking them to firm,
glistening peaks as I steadily increased the pace of my thrusts. By
the time I finally had to straighten up again, I was moving in Joanne
much as I would a grown and experienced woman while listening to the
assorted pleased and aroused sounds that she was making.

Without the distraction (pleasant though it was) of nursing at
Joanne's breasts, I was able to move myself in her with a bit more
regularity and steadiness. That's all she seemed to need to slip into
what I knew was a relatively small orgasm for her. Still, it was an
orgasm, and her vagina got even tighter around me before beginning to
go through a series of what I can only describe as ripples: starting
just inside her opening, a narrow band of her vagina clenched around
me -- then as that one relaxed, another one next to it clamped down;
when it started to release, the next one in line got tight, and so on.

Thankfully, it WAS a small orgasm for her, and the experience didn't
go on long enough to affect me too much... though I was hoping to feel
it again when I was ready to climax.

Joanne recovered quickly and easily enough, and brought her legs up so
she could wrap them around my waist. That opened her up to me even
more, and made it possible for each of my thrusts to slide into her
just a little farther. Enough farther, in fact, that I could sometimes
feel the end of my cock touching the deepest part of her -- to our
mutual pleasure.

I don't know how much longer I'd continued to pistoning in and out of
Joanne when she went into another orgasm... one that was appreciably
more powerful than the first since I'd entered her. Just as before,
the tight sheath of her womanhood tightened around me for a bit before
starting the rippling sensation again, as though her vagina was trying
to pull my cock even further into her. It was more of a struggle that
time, but I still managed to keep sliding myself in and out of her
despite the temptation to stuff as much of my dick in her as I could
and enjoy it for as long as possible.

The end of her climax left Joanne panting underneath me, but the feel
of my hardness moving in her seemed to bring her around faster than
I'd seen happen before: it wasn't even a couple of minutes until she
was groaning as she arched herself up at me again and her ankles were
locked behind my back. A few minutes more, and I felt her hands on my
back as she tried to pull me closer while my shaft moved even faster.
Each time my pubic area met hers, there was a distinct squelching
noise caused by the surplus of her juices that had saturated both our
bushes. I continued to cycle myself in and out of her hot box, and it
briefly ran through my mind to wonder if I'd ever get the smell of her
out of my bedroom... and deciding that having it there wasn't such a bad
thing...

Both of us had gotten hot and a little sweaty, our bodies sliding
against each other, when I hit the point that I knew I was going to
cum -- and that it wasn't far off. Trying to delay the inevitable, I
changed the pace of my thrusts into her by taking longer and slower
strokes. Trying to help HER have another orgasm before I gave it up, I
also started pressing my pelvis against hers at the end of each
thrust, applying that extra little bit of stimulation to her clitoris.
I began to feel the pressure building, and tried everything I could
think of to delay my climax... to get one more turn of sliding out and
back into her tight, wet womanhood.

I don't know if it was good karma, pure luck, or a particularly kind
and benevolent deity, but I knew I was just a couple of strokes from
emptying myself into her when Joanne went into her third and last
orgasm. I was more than happy to simply hold myself as far into her as
I could get while her already tight womanhood got even tighter; when
the second cycle of her internal rippling began, that was all I needed
to begin spraying her insides with my hard, hot jets of semen in
counterpoint to the sensations she was creating around me.

With the end of my own climax, I realized that Joanne had lifted
herself completely off my bed so that I was supporting both of us.
Even as I was wondering how long I could do so, I felt her begin to
lose her grip, and quickly lowered my body so that I only had to
support myself instead of both of us; moments later, her arms and legs
slipped from around me just ahead of her body going through a few
quickly fading shudders.

With my erection still embedded in her, I continued to hold myself
over her as she panted and quivered slightly beneath me. After several
moments, she opened her eyes, but didn't look like she was completely
aware of where she was or what we'd been doing. To help her get her
focus back, I gave her a tender kiss on the forehead, followed by
softly touching my lips to hers. A couple of seconds later, I could
see it as everything came back to her: the widening of her eyes was
accompanied by a sudden deep intake of breath as she looked up at me
in something akin to awe for several moments before reaching up and
wrapping her arms around me again and hugging me tightly enough to
almost cut off my breathing.

When she finally released me, I raised up enough to look into her
lovely face as she told me, "Oh, Jeff! That was so wonderful! I knew
you wouldn't hurt me, and that having you inside me would feel good...
but I never ever dreamed that it could be like THAT -- that I'd have
even one orgasm, never mind more than that. And now... I can still feel
you, inside me just like I asked, and it feels so good, even if you
aren't hard all the way like you were. And you're holding me now, and
staying over me so I don't get cold or anything. I knew you cared
about me and everything, but I didn't expect you to do anything like
this! You're such a dear," her eyes starting to fill with tears.

I did my best to kiss them away before telling her, "It's okay,
sweetheart. You loved me enough to give yourself to me this way, and I
wanted you to know how much I love YOU."

She managed to blink the last of her tears away and answered, "I
already knew that, Jeff. But it's still nice to hear you say it."

We remained like that, giving each other occasional soft kisses, as my
penis slowly deflated -- a process that was greatly impaired by the
frequent minor tightening or clenching of her vagina around me
whenever she moved. Still, there wasn't anything that could stop it
completely; it finally reached the point that neither of us dared move
enough to break the seal that had formed where we were joined. I
expect that both of us knew it was going to happen -- and soon -- when
Joanne told me, "I'd stay here like this with you forever, if we
could... but I know that isn't going to happen. I don't want to stay
here and make a big mess, so if you'll hurry and get off me when... when
it happens, I can make sure I don't."

"If you want to stay here, I can get you a towel fast enough," I offered.

She smiled and answered "I know you could. But there's still some of
this that I have to learn."

"You want to learn in private, too, I suspect."

Her smile didn't change a whit before she told me, "This first time...
yeah. I'm sorry."

I made a noise of derision and told her "There's nothing for you to be
sorry about. This is your time, and I just wanted to make sure I
didn't try to follow you into the bathroom if you didn't want me
there, is all."

She started to giggle, and that was all it took to uncouple us; it
took only a second for me to relocate so that I was out of her way.
She quickly cupped a hand over her mons and used her fingers to
provide a barrier against the semen that tried to run out of her.
After getting to the edge of the bed, she got up and serenely made her
way toward my bathroom.

As soon as I heard the door close behind her, I got up and had a look
at the bed. That it was rumpled was a non-issue; what mattered to me
was that it was slightly damp from the sweat we'd shed, and there was
a distinct wet spot that testified to just how wet she'd gotten. While
she was occupied in the bathroom, I quickly got the bedding changed --
then went into the kitchen and got some sodas for us, expecting that
she'd want to replace the missing fluids.

I'd just set the sodas where they'd be convenient when the bathroom
door opened and I heard her say, "We can clean up a little bit now, if
you want to."

"Now or later, whichever you want," I answered.

A second later, she offered, "I think now is probably better. I'm
feeling kind of tired, and I'm not sure I could stay awake to do it
later."

I grinned to myself, because I was having the same problem; I quickly
joined her in the bathroom, and we had a dandy time rinsing ourselves
and each other off, as well as drying off. When we came into the
bedroom again, she saw what I'd done. Though she didn't say anything,
the look she gave me let me know that she appreciated it.

Spying the sodas, she realized how thirsty she was, and the two of us
sat leaning against the headboard as we rehydrated ourselves. She
found that she could sit next to me, but still lean back and over
enough that I could put my arm around her. A couple of minutes had
gone by in comfortable silence when she told me, "Thank you, Jeff. I
knew I could trust you to make love with me the first time and make it
as easy and all that as it could be -- and you did just that. You've
been patient and gentle and understanding and everything else I've
needed; and you've done it in a way that made everything that's
happened tonight seem perfectly normal and reasonable. I've heard some
of the other girls at school talk about what THEIR first time was
like, and I know how incredibly lucky I am that I could have you as
the first person to be with. From all the things you've said, and Mom
has told us, and I've read and heard and everything else, the rest of
my sex life is only going to get better from here -- and I can't tell
you how grateful I am to get such a pleasant and satisfactory
introduction. I'm going to remember this, and you, for the rest of my
life."

There was nothing for me to say to that except, "Thank you,
sweetheart. All I ever wanted was to do the best I could for you, and
it's nice to know that I got it right," and give her a hug. She turned
to smile up at me for a moment before snuggling herself a little
closer.

When we were done with our sodas, we set the cans to the side and got
comfortable under the covers with her spooning in front of me and my
hand cupping her breast. I gave her a tender kiss on the shoulder and
told her, "I love you, Joanne," and heard her answer, "I know that,
Jeff... just like you know I love you."

A little while later, both of us were fast asleep.

I woke up the next morning flat on my back with Joanne on her side
next to me, her head on my shoulder and an arm and a leg draped across
me. Carefully, so as not to wake her, I got my arm free so I could put
it around her. With my hand on her hip, I was content to simply caress
the little bit of her soft skin that I could reach just by moving my
fingers. After a while, Joanne woke up; after stretching hard enough
that I could hear joints pop, she looked up at me looking as happy as
I'd ever seen her before letting her head come to rest on my shoulder
again. She started idly toying with some of the hairs on my chest
before telling me, "I wish I could wake up like this every morning."

I caressed her side as I asked, "You're okay? No problems?"

She sighed happily before answering, "I'm fine. I can feel that you
were there, but nothing hurts and I'm not even sore, really."

We stayed like that for several minutes until Joanne said, "Well, I
guess I should probably get up and go home before long. I know Mom
wouldn't actually worry about me, but she'd probably feel better
knowing I'm okay."

I agreed that was probably true, and suggested that if she thought she
could behave herself, I was okay with the two of us taking a shower
together. She giggled and wanted to know where the fun was if she
behaved herself. I countered by pointing out that I hadn't said
anything about ME behaving, making her laugh outright. She agreed that
a shower was a good idea, and after a fair amount of kissing,
molesting, fondling, and horseplay, the two of us were under the hot
spray. She mostly behaved herself; I didn't.

After we'd had breakfast, Joanne went home; a couple of hours later,
Jean came over to ask if I could help her with a few things around her
place -- fixing a leaky faucet and a couple more such items. While I
was working, Jean stayed with me to provide whatever assistance she
could: handing me tools or parts and so on. While we were busy, the
only thing Jean had to say to me about Joanne spending the night was,
"I saw Joanne when she came home this morning. Whatever happened last
night, it's pretty obvious that she's as happy and satisfied with it
as she could be... and a damn sight better with it than I was. I'm happy
for her, and grateful to you for leaving her that way."

"All I did was treat her the way she deserves, Jean."

"Even so, that's better than I think most guys would have."

After that, I had both Joanne and Tina coming over (sometimes
together!) to spend the night with me -- always with Jean's knowledge
and permission -- every so often. Chris continued her visits, as well;
after several weeks, she hesitantly asked if it would be okay if SHE
spent the night, too... taking care to say that she just wanted to
sleep, and not for "anything else". I said it was fine with me if her
mother said it was okay, and the following Friday night found the two
of us snuggled in my bed. The next morning, the two of us got into a
lengthy and VERY satisfying session of "69", but that was the extent
of our intimacy.

The next several months were an unmitigated pleasure for me.

Spring had arrived, and one Saturday afternoon Jean and I were
stretched out on her couch listening to some music while the girls
were off at some hunky-guy movie marathon. We were lying there just
listening to the music when Jean told me, "Since Joanne spent the
night with you, and I expect it was Tina that you had a special time
with while I was at that class... all of them have gotten a lot more
mature and responsible than the kids of anybody else that I know -- or
have even heard of. It used to be that I was after them almost
constantly about their rooms, their homework, and anything else that
they didn't want to bother with. Now I can't remember the last time I
had to say anything to any of them; they're taking care of things
themselves without me having to. That tells me that there's more than
just one thing that goes on when they're with you, too; and that's as
reassuring to me as knowing that you're treating them right. I'm fine
with how often the girls have been going over to your place, whether
it's just for a little while or to spend the night; I know you'd say
something to them if it got to be a problem. I know they aren't always
there for the same reason, too. But it's easy enough to tell when they
go over for one particular thing: they come back looking too damn
happy for their own good. That alone tells me that you're not doing
anything to them... at least, nothing bad. But it's starting to be a
little bit of a problem for me, and I'm not sure what to do about it."

Curious, I asked her, "What problem?"

She hesitated for a few moments before answering. "I... I'm actually
getting a little jealous of them."

Confused, I wanted to know, "Jealous? Of what?"

"That they can go over to your place and be with you doing whatever,
and come back home looking the way they do -- so happy, so satisfied,
so... everything."

That was the first time that Jean had ever said anything so openly and
directly about the sexual aspect of her life. She'd always skirted
around it or changed the subject or simply refused to speak about it
before, so hearing her say that she was jealous about her daughters'
sex lives was something of a shock. It took several moments before I
could ask, "Why would you be jealous? I'm not asking for any details,
you understand, but isn't YOUR personal life satisfying?"

I heard a brief wry laugh before she answered. "I wasn't a virgin when
I got married, but I didn't miss it by much, either -- I'd only been
with one other guy, and then only just a few times. I didn't enjoy it
at first, but after I got married, it eventually got better. There
were even a couple of times that I had small orgasms with my ex...
before he got started with that crap. After the divorce, I wasn't
interested in meeting any other guys for the simple reason that I had
three kids to take care of and not enough time or money to be getting
involved with anyone. I started spending more and more time with my
friends when I could, and it finally happened that I just... unloaded on
one of them one night. I mean, I bitched about my ex, how bad my life
sucked, how miserable and lonely I was... all of it. I must have gone on
for over an hour, and when I was done, I was completely in tears and a
total wreck. My friend held me and patted my back and tried to get me
settled down again. I don't know why, but we kissed for some reason...
and it was nice, and we did it again... and kept going. It was the first
time I'd ever done anything like that with another girl, and I was
scared to death. But it felt good, and after a while, I wasn't scared
any more and started doing the same things to her that she was doing
to me... and I could tell that I was making her feel as good as she was
doing for me. When it was over, I felt happier and more content laying
there with us holding each other than I ever had with anyone before."

Both of us were silent for a bit before she spoke up again, saying,
"Since then, I've been with her several more times... and it has gotten
better and better each time. That's why I was so okay about telling
the girls that there wasn't anything wrong with being with another
girl. But I had orgasms with my ex, too, so I've tried to be careful
not to do anything to keep them from being willing to be with a guy,
too -- which is another part of why I figured that them coming to you
and learning about sex wasn't bad; I knew I could trust you not to say
or do anything that would mess them up about it." She laughed briefly
and went on, "If you've messed them up any, it's because you've
spoiled them for anybody else. And that gets us back to me being
jealous of them. I feel every bit as good after being with someone as
they do... except that for me, it only happens when I'm with another
woman. I'm not embarrassed or ashamed about liking to be with another
woman, I just don't want it to be the ONLY way I can feel that happy --
there's just too many people that seem to lose their damn minds when
it comes to two people of the same sex being with each other."

She was silent for a second, then released a heavy sigh, saying, "What
I'm trying not to say is that I'd prefer to be with other women, but
don't want to have to put up with the crap of being labelled a lesbian
-- even if I was one. To keep that from happening, people have to think
that I'm with a guy -- except that I don't enjoy sex with men enough to
be with one long or often enough for it to work as the... camouflage, I
guess you'd call it, that I need. Basically, I want to be with girls,
but without being hassled; to keep from being hassled, I'd have to be
with a guy -- which I don't like enough to want to do often enough for
it to work as a disguise."

Both of us sat there quietly for a while, until Jean spoke up again to
ask, "Jeff? Would... would you have sex with me? The way you do with
Joanne and Tina, so I can find out if being with a guy can be as good
for me as it is for them?"

Stunned that she'd just come out and ASK that way, it took several
seconds before I could answer, "I don't know that I could just 'have
sex' with you, Jean. I like you too much for that to be all there is
to it for me. I don't mean that I think we should get married first or
swear undying love for each other, but I think it'd be better if it
meant something... even a little bit. I think what matters with the
girls as much as anything else is the fact that they know I love them,
and care about them."

She didn't say anything for a bit, then finally told me, "Actually, it
would mean something to me. I've wished for years that my ex had been
more like you. I already know how much you mean to Joanne and Tina,
and even Chris -- and it IS because they know you love them, and they
love you back for it. I... I even love you. Like you said, not to get
married or anything like that, but for what you've come to mean to me
and the girls. You're a hell of a nice guy, and you're somebody I know
I can come to for help with damn near anything; you must know how much
I trust you if I'm okay with my teenage daughters going over to your
place the way they have. All you've done to help them, and me... yeah,
you've come to mean a lot to me over the years. So... so if you'll bed
me like you do them, it won't be 'just' having sex. I can't promise
you that I'll enjoy it as much as they seem to, but you must already
know that; what I do need to find out is if what I can feel from it is
anything like what they do. Can you do that for me?"

If Jean had ever given me any indication that she was agreeable to the
two of us getting hot and sweaty together, I'd have been glad for the
opportunity. But hearing all that from her made the prospect somewhat
less appealing, and I had to decide (fairly quickly) how I wanted to
proceed from there. Jean seemed to realize that she'd hit me with
something I'd been totally unprepared for, and waited patiently for me
to answer.

When I'd finally gotten it all worked out in my mind, I told Jean,
"Quite honestly, I'd have been a whole lot happier about this if you
hadn't told me all that other stuff -- particularly that bit about why
you'd be with a guy: you're more than attractive enough that I'd have
been glad to jump your bones anyway. That you prefer to be with other
women doesn't mean squat to me; I've got enough trouble being in
charge of MY life, and I don't have the time or inclination to try to
run someone else's. I can only hope that us being together helps you
as much as you think it can."

Hearing that I'd agreed to her request, Jean sat up on the couch and
turned to face me. With a serious look on her face, she quietly told
me, "Thanks, Jeff. I know better than to think it matters to you
whether I'm gay or straight or somewhere in between... I knew it was
those other things I said that bothered you. While I was waiting to
see what you'd say, I realized that I'd said more than I needed to,
and that it probably sounded pretty mercenary when I really didn't
mean it that way." With a slight smile, she added, "I think I can show
you that I'm really not like that, at all."

I raised an eyebrow in question, and she promptly began to prove it by
reaching for the bottom of the T-shirt she had on and lifting it up...
and continuing the move until she'd removed it completely. That left
her sitting there completely topless; she casually tossed the shirt
aside and sat there with her hands in her lap, giving me my first-ever
clear and unimpeded look at her bust.

With Chris looking so much like her mother, it wasn't much of a
surprise to me that Jean's breasts were similar, as well: generally
pear-shaped, but with areolas that didn't cover as much of the ends,
and nipples that were a trifle larger and longer. Jean being a grown
woman, her breasts were larger -- enough so that each would overfill my
cupped hand rather nicely, I thought. As I was looking at them, I saw
her areolas swell slightly, telling me that she was getting at least a
little aroused from having me look at her.

When I raised my eyes to look into her face again, I simply said,
"Lovely!" to let her know I liked them. She smiled wider, and stood up
next to the couch. Without batting an eyelash, she unfastened the
shorts she was wearing, unzipped them, and with a little wiggle of her
hips, let them fall to the floor. She had on what I suspected may have
been the briefest pair of panties on the planet, since they barely
covered the mound between her trim thighs. I didn't get to see them
long, since she quickly slid her thumbs under the gossamer threads
that kept them on her hips and proceeded to slide them down her legs.
After she stood up again, what surprised the hell out of me was the
discovery that she kept herself shaved -- there wasn't a hair, or the
slightest sign of there ever having been one, anywhere I could see on
her pudendum. In the gap between her thighs, I could make out the
cleft of her sex and the edges of her labia. After several seconds,
she calmly turned around so I could have a look at her ass. A bit
large because of the sedentary nature of her job, it certainly wasn't
TOO big for my tastes... and it was still nicely rounded and as smooth
as could be hoped for.

She stepped out of the puddle of clothing at her feet and took a step
toward the hallway leading back to her bedroom before turning slightly
and asking, "If you'll follow me?" -- and laughing briefly when I
answered, "Gladly!"

In her bedroom, I started to undo the buttons on my shirt, but Jean
took my hands in hers and said, "Let me... I've wanted to do something
like this with you for years, but never dared let it happen."

Once she got the buttons of my shirt undone, she slid her hands under
the fabric and ran them over my chest and stomach; satisfied with what
she found, she moved her hands to the waistband of my pants. She had a
little bit of trouble getting my pants unfastened and unzipped, but
got it done -- then knelt down in front of me as she slid them down my
legs. I stepped out of them as she practically stared at the bulge
filling my shorts; after a few seconds, she slid her thumbs under the
waistband of my shorts and began slowly pulling them down. When she'd
gotten them pulled down enough that my cock sprung free, she gasped
slightly and hesitated a moment before continuing lowering my shorts
down my legs. Standing up again, she looked into my face as she said,
"I told you that I started enjoying sex more after I got married, and
even since the divorce, there have been a lot of times that I wanted
to make love. But after the way my marriage ended, and... and what
started happening with me and my friend, I wasn't sure who I could
trust for anything like that. It wasn't until the girls wanted to go
to you that I really understood how much I do trust you -- but then I
didn't want to get in the way of whatever was going on between them
and you; it just seemed like you helping them learn about sex and the
two of us being involved would have complicated everything too much."

She took a breath before continuing, "What I didn't expect was the way
I'd feel seeing them coming back here looking the way they did... and
still do, for that matter. The thing is, I've faced the fact that
they're probably going to keep wanting to see you. Not just for the
physical things that go on between you, but for all the other things
they get from you -- the love and affection and caring and all that.
Now that Joanne and Tina have more experience with real life, I'm
hoping that they'll be able to understand some of what I've been going
through before now. And if they find out that I was with you, too,
then maybe they'll be able to accept it without too much trouble...
because I do want to be with you, no matter what it sounded like
before."

With that, she stepped close and reached up to pull my head down so
the two of us could kiss. The first touch of her lips to mine was
soft, but after only a few seconds the truth of what she'd said came
through, and there was no mistaking what she felt toward me. I started
out by putting my hands on her hips, but was soon sliding my hands
along her entire body from shoulders to ass.

When our lips separated, we looked into each other's eyes and walked
together to her bed. I helped pull the covers down, and we moved to
lie next to each other -- she on her back, me on my side and propped up
on my elbow. I put my hand on her belly (to her visible surprise)
before telling her, "Jean, you really do mean something to me, and you
have for some time now. I'm not going to treat you the same way I do
the girls for the simple reason that you aren't like them: you're a
fully grown woman, with experience that both of us can only hope they
never have to go through. And you already know things that they still
have to learn. What I can, and will, do is show you how I feel about
you."

She nodded her understanding, and I lowered my head, kissing her. That
kiss picked up a little before the other had left off, and then
quickly grew. As it did, I began moving my hand over Jean's body,
enjoying the feel of her soft skin from her knees to her neck and all
points in between. With her being a full-grown woman and not much
younger than I was, there wasn't any reason for me to worry about
moving too fast for her for any reason other than physical... and THAT
part I knew how to deal with.

I didn't focus my attentions on any particular area, but didn't leave
anything out, either. When my hand was on her breasts, her areolas got
even puffier and her nipples grew even longer and harder; my gentle
caresses along the insides of her thighs had her spreading her legs in
encouragement for me to continue -- and even increase the intimacy of
my touch. Lightly drawing my fingertips across random areas of her
body drew soft sounds of pleasure, while gently nibbling her earlobes
earned me heartfelt groans of arousal. Our tongues roamed back and
forth between each other's mouths and across whatever bits of skin
that presented themselves, and our lips and mouths issued affection of
varying intensities. When I finally focused my oral attentions on
Jean's mammaries, she arched her back to lift them upward in welcome.
As I slowly nursed at both peaks, I settled my hand between her thighs
and began tending her hairless mound... first lightly drawing a
fingertip across her damp opening, then up between her soft labia, and
ending with a brief and gentle investigation of her clitoris.

That small effort was enough to have her bring her knees up and spread
them, completely opening herself to my touches. I didn't hesitate to
take advantage of the opportunity she was presenting me, and soon had
her moaning almost continuously as she lifted her pelvis up in
appreciation of my ministrations. When I'd gotten her aroused enough
that she was almost dripping her juices, I began slowly and carefully
working a finger into her, accompanied by her vocal encouragement.
While she wasn't virgin tight inside, it was easy enough to believe
that she hadn't been intimate with a man since her divorce: she was
wonderfully tight inside, as well as more than sufficiently wet and
incredibly hot. I was looking forward to being able to sink my cock
into the cavity that encased my finger so well.

As I was manually plundering Jean's treasure, she'd taken my penis in
her hand and brought me to full erection. I'd been alternating between
teasing the entrance to her womanhood with my finger and using the
oils I gathered in the process to torment her clitoris when she
finally told me, "Stop teasing me, dammit! I need you IN me now!",
with a groan.

That was all the prompting I needed, and after I'd moved between her
legs and gotten myself positioned, she wrapped her legs around my
waist before reaching between us and taking my erect cock in her hand.
She slid the head of it along her cleft a few times before getting the
head nestled against the tight ring of her opening, then lifting her
hips slightly to hold me in position after she released her hold.
Looking up at me, her desire was clear as it could be; I began to
press myself into her and felt her opening spread to accept me. Slowly
and carefully, I eased myself farther and farther into her hot, wet
sheath -- pausing and even pulling back a bit every so often to make it
as easy for her as I could. When my pelvis was firmly pressed against
hers and the entrance to her womanhood was clenched around the base of
my erect cock, Jean closed her eyes and absently said, "Oh, GOD,
that's good..."

When she opened her eyes again, I slowly slid most of my length out of
her before once again embedding myself in her tightness as she groaned
her pleasure. Over the course of the next couple of minutes, the speed
of my movement in her increased steadily until I found a pace that she
seemed to particularly enjoy. As I continued to plunge my manhood in
and out of her, I lowered myself so that I was supporting my weight on
my elbows... which brought us close enough that I could kiss and nibble
at her neck and shoulders and (her favorite) her earlobes.

While that was going on, I could feel the hard tips of her breasts
moving against my chest as her breasts swayed in response to my
thrusts; from the way she acted, I think she found it as erotic and
stimulating as I did.

Between the way she was responding to my erection sliding in and out
of her wet channel and the additional stimulation my mouth was
providing, I could feel her getting progressively wetter around me in
confirmation that her arousal was increasing apace. The slapping of
our loins had taken on a distinctly liquid tone when I felt her vagina
begin an intermittent tightening around me: it was slight and
infrequent at first, but as I kept plundering her treasure, it became
more frequent and noticeable. It eventually got to the point that I
knew I was going to cum, it was only a question of how soon.

Trying to hold off so that she could climax, too, proved to be enough
of a distraction that I almost made it. I could literally FEEL how
close she was by the severity and intensity of the tightening of her
sheath, but the added stimulus proved to be more than I could
withstand. With a deep groan of pleasure, I buried myself in her just
ahead of the first spray of seminal lava erupting from my cock.

Before the second deluge of cum left me, though, I heard her cry out
as her hot womanhood clamped down on me and began a series of spasms
that felt like her insides were trying to milk my cock -- making the
next spray of semen nearly as strong as the first. When I was done
emptying myself into her, I couldn't help noticing that her release
was pretty much finished, as well: she went through just a couple of
minor shudders as I held myself over her while the two of us got our
breath back.

I felt her remove her legs from around my waist, and she gave me a
strong hug before sliding her hands up and down my back, saying, "That
was as good as anything I've ever experienced before..."

Careful to keep my pubic area pressed against hers, I raised up enough
to be able to look at her as I said, "That felt really good -- I could
tell you were getting close, but you just felt too good and I couldn't
keep from cumming any longer. If you want, next time will be better
for you, I promise."

I could see the confusion on her face before she asked me, "Why would
tomorrow be any different than today?"

It took me a moment to understand that she didn't understand what I
meant, so I explained to her, "No, I meant next time today -- but only
if you want to, of course."

She remained silent for a couple of seconds, then hesitantly asked,
"You... you can make love more than once a day?"

"Well, sure. Most guys can, I expect."

"My ex... he'd want us to be together once, but after that, he'd claim
he was too tired -- if he wasn't already asleep. I... I thought all guys
were like that."

"Not from what I've heard, we're not. Sure, when we get older it takes
longer for us to recover each time, but a couple of times over a few
hours isn't weird or anything. We can't do that every day, of course,
but often enough."

She was looking at me uncertainly, and I assured her, "Really. If
you're not sure whether or not to believe me, give it an hour or so
and find out for yourself!" with a lecherous grin.

She couldn't help grinning in response, and told me, "Okay, we'll see
if you're fibbing to me, or not. Until then, I really appreciate that
you're not squashing me and helping me stay warm, but... but I'm not
really comfortable having you inside me now. I guess I should say that
I don't mind having you inside me as much as I don't care for having
your cum in me for so long. I wasn't on birth control when I started
having sex, and I always wanted to get semen out of me as soon as I
could to minimize the chance of getting pregnant. I'm on the pill now,
but I'm still happier when I can get it out sooner rather than later,"
the last apologetically.

I promptly uncoupled from her and moved off to the side so she could
get up. As she did, I told her, "Not a problem, Jean. Now that I know,
I can make it easier for you next time."

She gave me a small smile, and as she made her way to her bathroom, I
told her, "If you'll let me know when you're ready, we can clean up a
little bit together."

Before closing the door to the bathroom, she told me, "I'd like that..."

I got up and went to collect the clothing she'd discarded, and brought
it back into the bedroom. I'd just set it aside when the bathroom door
opened a bit and I heard her say, "I'm up for a shower if you are."

I went in to join her, and the two of us had a fun (if brief) time
rinsing off. Once we'd helped each other dry off, it was back to her
bed so she could spoon against my front.

She seemed to enjoy my casual caresses as the two of us idly chatted
about different things. After a while, I worked up the nerve to ask,
"I couldn't help noticing that you're completely bare. I think it's
sexy as hell, but I'm curious if there's any particular reason for
it."

I saw her ears darken a bit as she blushed before telling me, "It's
something my girlfriend and I tried once. We kind of egged each other
into letting us shave each other, and not only was it sexy, but it
actually felt better, too. So ever since then, we've kept each other
completely bare. She and I are lovers, and we really care for each
other, but it's not like we're a couple, or anything; sometimes she's
with other women, and she tells me that some of them like it so much
they're shaving themselves, too. I'm still kind of nervous about being
with another woman -- besides her, I mean -- so I don't know how another
woman will react to ME being shaved... but I know a couple of women that
I'd like to find out with."

Hearing that last bit got my mind going with images of Jean and
another woman together, and that was enough to start rejuvenating my
cock. As it started to get longer and thicker, Jean felt the increased
pressure of it against her ass and turned her head to look at me. I
gave her a little smile, and she smiled back before saying, "I guess
you weren't kidding, after all."

"Not even a little bit," I assured her. "Of course, that's just a
start; but I think if we helped each other along, we could get
something going, though."

Her face clouded a little bit, and she asked, "How do you mean 'help'?"

"I was thinking a little '69' might be fun," I answered. "I'd like to
find out if you taste as good as you smell."

"I was afraid of that," she said. "I don't mind, uh, helping you that
way, but I'm not a big fan of doing it, either. The few times I did it
to my ex, he climaxed in my mouth without warning me -- and I don't
like the taste of cum."

"I can understand why you'd feel that way, after those kind of
experiences," I assured her. "What's different about this time is that
I want us to be able to make love again, so I actually DON'T want to
climax yet. Second, I've already had a climax, so it's going to take
longer before I can have another one -- long enough that I expect you'd
get tired way before it happened. Finally, I'm not your ex... I'm me, so
when I promise you that I wouldn't do anything like that, you know you
can believe me."

She considered that for a few moments, then relaxed before telling me,
"No, you've never lied to me about anything. Okay, I'm up for
'helping' each other."

Having said that, she eased herself away from me and sat up on the
bed. A soft push against my hip let me know that she wanted me to lie
down, which I did. She didn't hesitate to get herself positioned over
my head and lean forward so that she was laying on top of me -- leaving
us in the classic "69" position.

With her knees planted on either side of my head, I had a clear and
unimpeded view of the unforested expanse of her pelvis -- the smooth
plain of her lower belly, and the cleft dividing her pudendum. At the
top of that divide, the hood covering her clitoris was visible, with
the pearl of flesh beneath it beginning to make an appearance. At the
bottom, I could see her labia... slightly thick, but still soft-looking
and dark pink; between, they glistened distinctly, though the opening
they bracketed was already shiny as could be.

Raising my head, I first extended my tongue to collect some of the
nectar available between the petals of her flower; her juices had a
slight tang that I found quite pleasant, and I didn't delay in
sampling them again before running my tongue between her soft vaginal
lips on the way toward her clitoris so I could encourage it to come
out and play.

As I was doing that, Jean took my semi-erect penis in her hand and
tilted it up; after a moment, I felt her mouth surround the head of
it. She paused for some reason, but when I continued doing laps around
her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, she took more of me between
her lips and began returning the favor with HER tongue and the head of
my penis. As I grew even longer and harder under her tender mercies, I
could easily believe that she didn't have much in the way of
experience giving head: while she wasn't doing anything to outright
hurt me, she wasn't overly successful at arousing me, either. I
couldn't help thinking (but knew better than to say) that she would
benefit from getting blowjob lessons from any one of her daughters...

Still, what she was doing was enough to move me along; I, on the other
hand, was having a FINE time -- not just enjoying what I was doing, but
steadily getting her more and more aroused in the process.

By the time she got me fully erect, I knew that I had her nearly ready
to orgasm; with the passage of just a few more minutes, I succeeded in
pushing her over the edge. Letting my hard cock slip from her mouth,
she raised her head and released a deep groan as she tried to bring
her thighs together -- through the minor impediment of my head. Her
clitoris, which I'd been fluttering the tip of my tongue across,
disappeared back under its flesh cloak; that left me with nothing else
to do but cheerfully lap up the light oils leaking out of Jean's
pussy, and see how much of my stiffened tongue I could worm into her
chamber.

It may have just been my imagination, but it sure seemed like Jean's
orgasm was stronger than the one she'd had when I fucked her; what I
was sure of was that it went on longer. When it ended, Jean was left
panting and coated with a fine sheen of perspiration; as she
recovered, I amused myself by softly kissing the insides of her thighs
and her mons, lightly lapping up any of her oils that appeared, and
using my lips and tongue to toy with her soft labia. I didn't get a
lot of time to play, however; it took only a very few minutes until
Jean let me know she was ready for us to go on by taking my hard cock
in her mouth again and spending a couple of minutes making sure I was
fully erect... and leaving a coating of her saliva on me when she was
done.

She didn't have to say anything to let me know she was ready: when she
finished licking the entire surface of my cock, she lifted herself off
of me and swung herself around so she was sitting next to me. When I
sat up, she told me, "I... I want you to do me from behind..." huskily.

As I got to my knees, Jean did the same before leaning forward and
putting her hands on the bed. Before I moved behind her, I could see
that her areolas were easily as swollen as they'd been before, and her
nipples standing fully erect. Settling in behind her, I levered my
erection down with one hand while holding her steady with the other;
she arched her back down, which made an even easier target of her
parted and shiny labia. It was only a moment's work to get myself
positioned at the entrance to her vagina, then for her to press
herself back to keep me in place. I got my other hand on her hip and
arched my self forward -- only to be surprised at how easily I was
sliding into her. She was still incredibly hot and wonderfully tight
inside, but she was also extremely wet; between the saliva she'd left
on me and her intimate lubricant, I was able to fill her in a single
stroke.

With the ring of her opening clenched around the very base of my
manhood, I heard Jean groan deeply. Looking down, I could see that she
had the bedcovers clenched in both hands so tightly that her knuckles
were white while she pressed herself back against me as if to confirm
that she had ALL of me buried in her tight wet sheath. While still
looking down, I shifted my focus to where Jean and I were coupled,
then watched her labia as I slid nearly the entire length of my
erection out of her. Despite how wet and slippery she was, she was
still tight enough around me that I could see her opening being pulled
out slightly (as were her vaginal lips). After pausing for the
briefest of moments, I pressed myself back into her, watching as
everything that had tried to follow my cock OUT reversed direction and
guided me back IN. It was a fascinating and erotic enough sight that I
repeated my actions a few more times before I heard Jean's faint
whimper of frustration as she wiggled her ass slightly.

Reminded of my obligations, I began gradually pumping myself into her
more quickly. It was easy enough to find a combination of pace and
force that pleased both of us, and I soon had her moaning her
increasing arousal as I enjoyed sliding myself in and out of her.

As I was pistoning my penis back and forth through the ring of her
entrance, the dark rosette of her anus caught my attention --
particularly the way it seemed to wink at me each time I thrust into
her. To this day, I don't know what got into my head, but I couldn't
resist collecting some of the abundant supply of lubrication she was
providing and transferring it to that orifice... something that
dramatically increased the pleased noises she was making. Then when I
began rubbing my thumb across it and firmly pressing against it, she
nearly went wild; it took only a couple of minutes of that for me to
feel her already tight vagina tightening around me as she quickly
moved toward having an orgasm. Waiting until I knew how close she was,
I finally pressed hard enough for my thumb to slip through her most
intimate opening -- immediately followed by her having an orgasm that
put the previous ones to shame. She nearly screamed at the start of
it, her body frozen in place in front of me as I felt her clamp down
on me hard enough to be almost painful; that was followed by her
internal muscles relaxing with fluttering kind of sensation. Unable to
resist the temptation, I moved my thumb in her ass and she promptly
clamped down on me again, almost as tightly as the one before.

I'll confess to wanting to keep overstimulating her that way, but I
somehow managed not to give in to it. Instead, I kept my thumb and my
cock still in her as she went through a series of several
progressively less intense spasms around my manhood and through her
body. There was a brief "relapse" of sorts, though, when I pulled my
thumb back out of her anus.

As she was gasping for air, I used the opportunity to go back to
enjoying the sight of how her labia clasped at me when I slowly pulled
my cock out of her, and then all but disappeared when I moved the
other direction. I likely got a couple of minutes worth of that
entertaining sight before I heard Jean softly tell me, "I don't know
what possessed you to do that, and I don't know if I should thank you
or kill you for trying it. That's the first time anybody has done
anything like that to me, and the orgasm I just had would have been
the LAST reaction I'd have expected to have to it. It was fucking
incredible -- but don't do it again, okay," more than a little shakily.

"Sure thing, Jean," I assured her. "At least, not until you tell me."

She turned her head and gave me a baleful look before saying, "I'm not
going to rule that out, mind you, but don't expect it to happen any
time soon. In the mean time, can we get back to the plain-old
fucking?"

I answered by pressing myself as far into her as I could, followed by
quickly resuming my previous pace. I even leaned over so I could kiss
her shoulder and cup her breasts in my hand while gently pinching and
pulling on her nipples. She moaned her appreciation of my efforts, and
after several seconds I raised up again so I could put my hands back
on her hips.

One of the side-effects of sticking my thumb in her ass was how much
wetter she got; in turn, that meant that my pubic hair had to try to
soak up the overflow -- without a lot of success. So as I continued
fucking into her, there was a distinctly liquid sound each time my
pelvis met hers. And last but certainly not least, the unique aroma of
hot-and-ready female was damn near thick enough to cut with a knife; I
figured anybody with even a passing acquaintance with fresh air was
going to know what had happened in her bedroom just as soon as they
came inside the house.

But that wasn't my problem, then or ever. My problem was that I was
starting to get a little tired. Rather than try to tough it out, I
slowed my thrusts into Jean until she noticed what was going on (about
ten seconds, I think) and turned her head to look at me. I wasn't the
least bit bashful about telling her, "I'm getting a little tired. How
about if you're on top for a while?"

To MY surprise, she looked surprised for a couple of moments before
asking, "You're okay with me being on top?"

"Sure, why not?" I answered, using the three words that got me into a
lot of "situations" in the Navy ("Hey, Jeff... wanna go see how much
beer we can drink?" "Sure, why not..." -- "Jeff... how about if we go out
and see how much fun we can have before the local cops get upset."
"Sure, why not..." and so on).

She nodded her willingness, and as we were moving ourselves into
position, she said, "My ex, he only wanted to be behind me or on top.
I've never been with a guy like that before..."

Once I was on my back and she was squatting over me, it didn't take
her long to figure out how to get herself positioned over me and then
settled onto my erect penis. The look on her face when her ass settled
onto the tops of my thighs was priceless.

Satisfied with her self-impalement, she had a fine time learning what
she could do with the two of us in that position: how changing her
angle over me changed the way I felt in her, discovering that she
could lean over and let me use my mouth on her breasts while she moved
herself on me, having me playing with her breasts while we made love,
and generally finding out how doing different things felt. And I
enjoyed the hell out of every minute of it.

In the process of Jean's trying to make up for everything she'd missed
out on up until then, she had another orgasm. It wasn't as strong as
the one resulting from having my thumb up her butt, but it was
appreciably more powerful than she'd experienced when I'd been in her
the first time. For my part, the feeling of her climaxing around my
cock again did a lot to move me toward my own release as I continued
playing with her breasts and gently pinching her erect nipples.

When her orgasm ended, Jean leaned forward again; that was when she
finally got around to looking at where we were joined. She hesitated a
moment, then slowly cycled herself off and back onto me a couple of
times before looking at me in awe and saying, "I... I've never looked
before. I had no idea it could look so... so... incredible -- it's so
beautiful and so sexy at the same time. And getting to watch it happen
while I'm feeling it... it was AMAZING!"

I smiled and answered, "Yeah, it is," before lifting my head and
fastening my lips on the peak of one of her breasts so I could begin
nursing at it while gently dragging my teeth across her areola. She
groaned her pleasure at what I was doing, then went back to sliding
herself up and down my shaft much as she'd done before her discovery.

Jean was again covered by a fine sheen of perspiration when I noticed
that she was starting to get tired. I put my hands on her waist and
applied a little pressure to get her to stop. When she did, I told
her, "You're tired now, and I'm rested -- how about if I take over
again? We can move around again or stay like this, whichever you
prefer."

She considered it for only a moment before telling me, "I kinda like this."

I smiled up at her and arched myself up to let her know how far I
could move; she raised herself up a little bit at first, and as I
continued to thrust up into her, fine-tuned her position until she got
the most pleasure from my penetrations. She also leaned forward again
so I could orally assault her breasts while holding and softly
squeezing them with my hands.

Able to hold still and simply experience what I was doing with her
mammaries while fucking up into her, it wasn't long until Jean started
getting the full benefit of the stimulation I was providing her; but
once she did, it quickly took effect. I was starting to feel the
approach of my own climax when she again signalled the imminence of
her release by starting the intermittent tightening around me that I
enjoyed so much. From that point on, the only question was which one
of us was going to climax first.

As luck would have it, Jean slid into her orgasm just ahead of me; the
sudden and dramatic tightening of her wet vagina around me was enough
to push ME over the edge almost immediately. I somehow managed to
force the entire length of my stiff cock into the too-small grip of
her womanhood even as the first spray of semen was rocketing through
my shaft.

Her orgasm was both stronger and longer-lasting than the one before,
which meant that my release ended before hers. That meant that I was
alert enough to prevent her from all but collapsing on top of me when
hers was over; once I'd guided and lowered her to lay on my chest, I
got my arms around her and held her as I listened to her labored
breathing. It took a few minutes, but she did finally get her
breathing and senses back. I could tell that she was still a little
weak, so when I felt her push against me as though she wanted to get
up, I simply held her close and said, "Forget it. I know you're still
too tired and wrung out to be able to do anything by yourself, anyway
-- so just relax for another couple of minutes. Then you can get up if
you really want to."

Several seconds passed without a second effort from her, so I knew
she'd decided to take my advice. A bit later, in a soft voice, she
told me, "You're right... I am too damn tired to get up. What we just
had -- it was way better than anything I ever experienced with that
shithead I was married to. Any one of the orgasms I had with you was
better than any I ever had with him, never mind that I've had so many
of them. And on top of everything else, you were so much nicer than he
ever even THOUGHT of being... you were careful not to get into me too
fast, you were patient and understanding with me, and so much more. Is
that how you are with the girls?"

"Yeah. I took more time with them since they had to learn more along
the way, but that's about it."

She was quiet for a moment, then told me, "Now I understand why they
come home looking as happy and satisfied as they do. I'll probably
look the same way!"

I gave her a hug and nuzzled her ear, causing her to scrunch her
shoulder as she told me, "No, don't go starting on me again. I don't
know if I could survive another round with you," with a small laugh. I
pulled my head back and satisfied myself with a soft kiss to the top
of her head; both of us were content to lie there for a little while
before Jean started to get up again. I pulled my arms from around her,
and she sat up easily enough. Looking down at me, she said, "Even
though that was the best sex I've ever had with a guy, I still want to
be with other women, too. If I thought for a minute you'd be okay with
that, I'd marry you in a heartbeat."

I smiled up at her and answered "Jean, you already know that I am okay
with you being with other women. You told me before we came in here,
remember? Don't you think I already knew what two women do together?
Did I do or say anything to give you the idea that I wanted to be your
one-and-only?"

She didn't say anything in response to that; instead, she just
continued to look at me as she lifted herself off my mostly-deflated
penis and cupped her hand at her crotch as she made a quick trip into
her bathroom. There wasn't anything for me to do except lie there,
thinking about what she'd said until she opened the door again and
announced, "Shower time!"

Once we'd dried off and were spooning on the bed again, several
minutes passed with the two of us just lying there before she asked,
"You're serious about not minding if I want to be with other women?"

"No more than you mind that I'm with other women, too -- specifically,
underage YOUNG women... and more specifically, your daughters. Probably
less, even: you're another female, so you can understand what's going
on between me and them a whole lot better than I could understand what
there is about you and another woman. See, the thing is, I already
know that I'll never understand it the way you or the other woman or
women do -- not only don't I have the right plumbing, but I only know
what it's like to be a guy. So because I know I don't know, I'm
willing to accept that there would be things that I'll likely never
ever comprehend. And because of that, I'm fine with you doing things
that are beyond my ability to understand completely -- like buying
shoes, or going shopping without buying anything, and that sort of
stuff. It's not that I'm GIVING you freedom, because that isn't
something I can give or take away; instead, I'm ready to accept that
you're going to USE the freedom that's inherently yours in ways that I
can't fully appreciate. It's just like I enjoy being an engineer, and
even though you don't understand what it is that I get from it, you'd
never try to tell me to get some other kind of job for some reason or
other. In fact, I think two women being together is pretty sexy; if
you and the other person were okay with it, I'd enjoy the hell out of
just being able to watch -- and if both of you were agreeable, I'd damn
sure like to join in. I'm telling you I'd like it, but only so you
know that an invitation wouldn't be turned down; I'd NEVER pressure
you or her to make it happen... and that's assuming anything DID happen
here, as opposed to somewhere else so that I never knew if anything
happened or not."

She was silent again for a while, then told me, "It wasn't long after
you moved in and we got to know each other a little bit that I
realized what kind of guy you are. You're not perfect, but you're a
hell of a lot closer to it than any other guy I've ever seen or met --
you're incredibly patient, WAY smarter than anyone else I know,
forgiving, honest almost to a fault, polite, playful, and a whole
bunch more. I started out liking you, and as time passed, it grew into
something more -- love, even. I know you like me -- even love me, maybe
-- and that you think I'm pretty and sexy. You've made it pretty clear
that if I was of a mind to, you'd like the two of us to spend some
intimate time together; but you were NICE about it, and didn't make a
nuisance of yourself. Yeah, we've played around with it, but I always
knew that's just what it was... playing. I think any woman that you took
a fancy to the way you did with me would consider herself damn lucky."

Hearing that, I hugged Jean before answering, "Yeah, I do love you.
Not the idealized see-no-evil kind, but grown adult love, accepting
that you're another human being with your own personality and thoughts
and ideas and foibles and faults and everything else. But I learned
about that part of you as we went along; it was your character and
your... spirit, I guess you'd call it that I noticed first. One of the
things I got out of being in the Navy was a dislike for people that
simply won't take responsibility for themselves; the ones that always
have an excuse of some kind about things. You got a crap deal for a
marriage, but you didn't let it get in the way of doing the best you
could for yourself and the girls. And you DAMN sure didn't use it as
any kind of excuse, either. Even when you were bitching at me about
doing too much for you or the girls, I respected the guts and
independence you showed BY bitching at me. But through everything
that's happened with and between us, I've cared... about you, and about
them."

The silence between us lasted several minutes, and was only broken
when Jean wanted to know, "Jeff? Would... would you want to marry me?"

From what she'd said before going into the bathroom, and the things
we'd told each other, I knew that we were having a discussion unlike
any we'd ever had before -- but to have her come right out and be the
one to propose we get married... it was a surprise. Enough of one that I
had to really think about it for a few seconds before I could answer,
"Yeah, I would, Jean. I haven't thought about it in quite that way
before, but... yeah, I'd like that very much."

She moved away from me a little bit, then rolled over to face me; when
she did, I could see the tears of happiness in her eyes. She quickly
latched onto me, and the two of us shared a lengthy hug before
exchanging several tender kisses. What followed that was a couple
hours worth of discussion and preliminary planning. When the girls got
home, we broke the news to them, thrilling them beyond belief.

That was a lot of years ago. Jean and I got married, as agreed, after
she got the promotion she was up for at work -- she was adamant about
contributing as much as she could to our financial stability. Our
marriage was a small, private event attended by us, the girls, and a
FEW close friends. Our honeymoon was on a ten-day cruise in the
Carribean with the girls and a couple of Jean's woman friends. I had a
'honeymoon' night with each of the girls, including Chris who used the
event to have me deflower her (easily done, and quite satisfactory for
her) while Jean spent a night with each of HER friends. Then Jean and
each of her friends had a honeymoon night with ME, which all of us
enjoyed thoroughly.

Once back home, we easily got the details of our various personal
relationships worked out. Whenever one of the girls (infrequently)
wanted the two of us to spend the night together, it was done in her
room; on such occasions, Jean would either sleep alone in our bedroom
(rarely) or make arrangements to spend the night with one of HER
friends (usually). The times that I or one of the girls just wanted a
little bit of "fun time" together, it was accomplished while the
others were out of the house; they knew what was going on, and
invariably cooperated by giving us plenty of time to get things worked
out.

Sometimes, Jean would invite one of her woman friends to stay with us
for a night or even a weekend; the girls accepted such occasions as
perfectly reasonable.

As the years passed, Jean gradually showed less and less interest in
intimacy with other women -- not because of any prowess I had as a
lover, but rather because she was able to release more and more of her
inhibitions and rid herself of habits and attitudes that interfered
with her enjoyment of being with me. For example, the girls were all
in high school when Jean was able to give up her compulsion to get rid
of my semen as soon as possible after we made love; she found
uninterrupted snuggling FAR more pleasant.

As the girls went off to college, the intimacy between me and each of
them quickly tapered off: the first year or so for each of them, we'd
continue to make love whenever they came home to visit, but once they
started finding boyfriends...

Once the girls were out on their own, Jean and I discovered the
advantages of having the entire house to ourselves -- and in the
process, proving that an active and varied sex life can continue WELL
past middle-age.

-- 
**********************************************************
Dorsai - Author of Erotic Fiction
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Dorsai/www
**********************************************************

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+